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shouted as I heard someone wolf-whistle me, "Careful you don't show us your stocking tops; sweetheart!" I had arrived home half an hour earlier after finishing a night shift at the care home and as I was hanging some washing on the spinner in the garden my nurses' uniform had risen to mid thigh



This is Ashlynn's story of her Daddy's discipline tactic: she is 14 So things haven’t quite been the same since my Daddy decided I was to be treated as a whore because I was acting like one, well according to him anyway



Cold Feet By: DamonX () I was almost asleep when the phone rang. I rolled over in bed and grabbed my cell phone from the bedside table
At fifteen, John Lawrence was a normal teenager who was going to go into his sophomore year at Lake Helen High school. That is when school started up again. At the moment he was free and life was good. He knew this was his last summer



Chapter 6: Jenna I pushed open the door of the band room, chuckling as Lauren made a funny comment behind me. I had started to carpool with her, driving her to and from practice



“Babe grab me a beer!” I had moved in with Bauer about eight months ago, and the honeymoon phase had officially worn off. We had started officially dating in high school, but had been long distance while I was getting my degree
Chapter 8 Even More Time with Carol and Mom When I walked Carol home after school on Wednesday I informed her what I wanted to do after school on Friday, she got excited and asked, "You mean we will be able to do anything with no chance of getting caught?" "We will have almost two full hours



This is a true story of how three people I know first met and fell in love. The following events are based on what has been recounted to me by the persons involved. However, their names have been changed to protect their identities



She had caught my attention on a website I favored, a new face with a talent for writing that had me hard and throbbing by the end of the first paragraph. I sent her a message about her stories, and to my surprise she answered



Spring passed into summer, and summer into early fall. John and I became inseparable. We enjoyed each other's company, both in the bedroom and out of it. We found ourselves spending so much time together that, when his lease came due in early August, he moved in with me



This is a true chat I had on omegle. I am not actually 18 and am not actually named Ashley. I picked that I liked daddy so that's why it went that way! Enjoy! Also I am the "You" Chat 1! You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You and the stranger both like daddy



It was the seventh day of her journey back home. Kaylee, a black women barely considered twenty one was wearing the only thing she had clean. A tight blue dress that stopped halfway up her smooth carmel legs
Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter Eight: Ghostly Futa Sixty-Nine By mypenname3000 NOTE: My apologies for failing to upload this part. I somehow overlooked it
I lost my job as a truck driver and we were struggling to make ends meet. When I say we I mean me and my girlfriend Kirsty she has a good job in IT working in London. I kept applying but was getting no were when out of the blue I got a call from a local firm asking me for an interview



Kyle wasn’t sure about going to school. His mother insisted it would be all right but… What if nobody recognizes me? What if Hannah doesn’t…? He’d spent the entire summer before his senior year with his aunt, uncle and cousins