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Disclaimer: I did not write his story, please don't criticize my writing because this is not it. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this repost. There Can Be Only One Chapter 10 I lay on the bed gently stroking my erect cock through the waistband of my shorts



It was a hot day in Arlen Texas. A heat wave had hit the town and it seemed no body was immune to it’s merciless blaze. Even Hank Hill who had lived in Texas his whole life was sweating under the hot sun
Joel McCabe sat in the armchair contemplating that fateful evening three weeks earlier that had turned his entire world upside down. Messages he dared not answer stacked up on the telephone, flashing red alert, and he'd barely eaten in days



She awoke only to find herself in a dark room. Unable to see anything, she stood up and moved her head hope to distinguish any source of light. She could not understand what had happened. One moment, she was walking home at night, after running errands for her mom



Like most all mornings I was sitting at my kitchen table at 4am steadily working on a cup of coffee, in a futile attempt to wake up. Having a lot of work to get done today I needed all the caffeine I could take. I live on 60 acres just outside of a semi rural town



The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 Chapter Eleven: Lazy Saturday Saturday, September 28th, 2013 – Paris, Texas My pecker was like a slab of cement, poking into the soft ass of my bedmate, when I was wakened by the rising sun



Hey, there. Part 5 - “Breathe” If you want more chapters, vote and comment. I’m heavily influenced by what readers think of my stories and how they should follow. *If this gets to chapter ten, I’ll make a special one merging this with Chace McCartson



Training Sarah PArt Eight After the absolutely “hot” scene Ginny and Sarah at displayed on the sofa, Gail and Mary were left as stunned as Ginny and Sarah were exhausted
Lenny hated being such an outcast at school. Fallow State College was nothing like he imagined it would be like. It felt like high school all over again and he once again was the total geek who no one else wanted to talk to. Well except when they needed help with their studies
My Masters Puppet Chapter 1: A Costly Mistake I slept comfortably in my empty bed only to be disturbed by a pounding on the front door. The veracity of the knocking startled me, it took a minute to focus the sunlight from the window was blinding
If you look closely, you see us all the time, leaning against shop windows, lining the street corners, or sprawling bars
Maternal Instinct Chapter 3 As the limo rolled down the road Denzell offered Marybeth some champagne. He advised her she really should drink a bit. Marybeth did a little bit and felt it hit her like a ton of bricks
Entrapment Come into my parlour said the spider..



In the night sky far above the lighted ceiling of Penn Station’s main concourse, thunderclouds gathered in the New York City sky. Even on a good night it was next to impossible to see a star, but the encroaching storm blackened the Manhattan night



Sudden Urges-3 Sleep did not come easy and I tossed and turned through the night. The wild adventures stirred desires deep in me. Confusing my life with the erotic and humiliating events which are not yet over. My wife was coming home tonight. The house was a mess, I was a mess