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Non-Fiction/Based true stories. Written in Word; some spacing issues may exist. I loved her and she loved me, but we both could never bring ourselves to admitting it. Her name is Shayla. She is a beautiful Negro girl of barely 19

After selling my mother’s ass to a neighbor for $1000, people might be wondering how I came to that situation and why I would do it. It was an easy decision, I hate my mother and I hold her responsible for breaking up our family and ruining the life we had

I lay there between your legs. A shakeing pile of nerves. I can still taste you coating my throat. That sweet saltiness with a hint of metal. Like sucking a penny coated in butterscotch. It's only you. You've turned down the egg to the lowest setting

Rahul and Sapna Ch. 1 : Rahul’s birthday gift It's Sapna's son, Rahul's birthday, and she has offered him her own life as his birthday present. Disclaimer: This a work of complete fantasy set in another world

The Club Chapter 3 – Dr.’s Office We headed out of town a little and pulled into the drive of a large well-to-do house. Mr. Savage explained that the Dr. had an office out of his home for weekend surgery visits. I was a little nervous. An efficient looking nurse answered the door

This story was written after a conversation with my girlfriend about our shared love for informative murder porn. She is aware and has consented to my writing of this and knows that I wouldn't actually want to harm her in real life

The Entebbe International Airport in Kampala, the capital of Uganda, is not what you would call a customer friendly and inviting place. Uganda is known as one of the most violent and corrupt places on Earth, and the airport is no exception

Anna slowly pulled her knickers up, wiggling back into them and feeling the combination of her pussy juice and this stranger’s spunk soak into the silky material. Her sore little slit felt soothed by this creamy mix

*Disclaimer This is the first Story I have ever written, Genre involve incest, rape, young, violence, bdsm, cruelty, male domination, exhibition and Stockholm syndrome. Chapter one The prologue I lived a relatively normal life, my parents were (and are) nice Christian parents

VIETNAM -PART 2 GOING HOME The plane ride home was terrible. I had never felt so unclean, tired and in a worse mood. The boy sitting beside me didn’t stop shaking the entire flight. He didn’t sleep and made it a personal task to insure I didn’t sleep either

He'd been watching her arrive home from work every day for two months. Her red sporty car would pull in her drive around 5:25pm and he'd see her stick her long high-heeled leg outside her vehicle before pushing her slender but curvy body out

Stepson’s Revenge, part 2 Note: before the story begins allow me to say one thing, it contains scenes of graphic violence, gore, sadism, torture and death. Consider yourself duly warned

"Yes! Urphm, GOD Yes! Huh, huuuhhhhh, FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEeeeee!" screams Marilyn as she throws her head back and tosses her shoulder length black hair back out of her face

I saw Brian in my classroom over the course of the next few days. We exchanged glances that ranged from awkward to flirty, but we never spoke nor texted about what we did. We had no need to, the memories would last a lifetime. I went back to my teaching job

Submission She breathed out slowly. It had been a stressful day at work. Her jackass of a boss had given her co-worker the raise that she had been working her ass off to get. The bitch had probably fucked him to get it. She pulled her sleek red mustang into the driveway of her condo