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Drink up mother Arthur exclaimed as 52 year old Sonia who was on her knees opened her mouth & drank her only son's urine . Last night they had fucked most of the night away She was naked except for her spiked heels which Arthur always had her wear

Part 4, Jill's first man. I didn't hear from John until Thursday. He called me at work to confirm our date for Saturday. Of course I said yes. I got home that night to find Lisa was sick. Let doctor Jill take care of you my girl

As I pulled up to the house that I had written down from the e-mail, I thought about all that could happen, and what everyone would think if they knew. I gathered up my courage and walked up to the doorbell, ringing it twice. A man of about 25 answered, who I knew to be Dave

to the deal Ryan had made with Winston and George, she assumed Ryan was bringing the kids down to watch her fuck these 2 thugs, like the slut she had been, it disgusted her to think of them touching her, or that she had to at least pretend to enjoy it, yet she would do anything to make it up to Ryan

I sat down to write a part two of this story and was gonna start off with a recap of what happened last time from dad's perspective, but it kinda took over and well, this is what came out Hope you enjoy, I still plan on writing more chapters soon so stay tuned

as i slowly got up from between ross' legs my mouth still full of his creamy young cum, i could see he had enjoyed himself. his eyes were glazed, chest flushed, and breathing slowly starting to settle

Nancy Cherry walked through the familiar halls of her small-town hospital as she looked at the charts on the clipboard she carried. The attractive young nurse had been born and raised in this small, mountain village. The only time she had gone away was to attend college

Hi I'm Adam 21years old. This is going to be a part of a series BUT each story can be stand alone stories. All of the stories I am going to be making are completely true. -Any feedback is welcome. **Toronto, Ont** this is part 3 I've been seeing this guys Steve for a while now

“Books cannot be killed by fire. People die, but books never die. No force can abolish memory.” -Franklin Roosevelt *** It started with a play

The comment section has been restricted to members only due to spammers and other idiots. Please feel free to PM your comments to me. Lucky Mann Stolen Pleasures The sun had nearly set. A warm spring Friday in northern Indiana was coming to an end

3 Weeks Later. I woke up at 4 AM i took care of my usual morning routine and got dressed. I walked into the "Living room" as it came to be called. Walking over to the fridge behind the bar to get the creamer for my coffee. I opened it up and looked in the right

I spent most of my morning reviewing applications for my latest modeling job. I was surprised at the response of my newspaper ad. Finding one attractive girl to model swimsuits would be an easy task, out of the 100 applications I received

Sometime during the night, Sarah figured out exactly how she would start dominating Gail. When Sarah woke up the next morning, she was still aroused from her dream about dominating Gail, and let her fingers slide down her stomach and into her waiting pussy

Seven Days of Heaven: this is the first part of a 7 part story. This girl i like was coming to visit me and one night i had a dream about it. after i wrote the dream down i decided i wanted to keep going with the rest of the week. so here it is

"Ready to go home?” she asked while trying to open the door "Yeah" I said with a scary tone in my voice. As soon as I got inside the car I took out my headphones and ipod from the bag . I quickly clicked on the song and the raised the volume so that I can avoid her

of these waring factions along the east coast of Africa, and governments controlled by dictators had claimed the territorial waters well passed the twelve mile limit! They were off southern tip of Somali not far from where the Vattendaul women had been kidnapped by pirates almost six months earlier

Following her fight with her parents, Tiffany did not come home. She stayed over at her friend Katie's house instead. Jon was worried about her but he had no way to contact her. It was not until school the following day that he got to see her

He was just explaining how he could make multiple versions of himself. He had built a machine that, when he stepped inside, would allow him to create multiple versions of himself with pure thought

Wesley stood outside the front door of his new house, contemplating not going inside at all. He had lived with his mom in a rundown apartment ever since her divorce from his father

She was beautiful. Dante smiled to himself as he looked over his birthday present. Pale as the moon with dark chestnut hair that rippled past her shoulders and with eyes the colour of pale violet; she was the living embodiment of his fantasies