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CHAPTER ONE learning curve This is a work of fiction, this has nothing to do with any person I know or events that I am aware of



— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. All characters are above the legal age of consent. — He awoke to find Rose still asleep at his side. He smiled as he ran his hand across her bare ass, giving it a firm squeeze



When Tegan awoke the next morning she found herself in bed alone. Last night Candy had slept between her and Jackson, with James apparently not being part of the sleepover plans



It didn't look like the pictures. I suppose accommodation hardly ever does, but this was so far off the grid that it was hardly even recognizable. My parents and I were taking a holiday by a small coastal tourist town. It was small, but populated enough



Today had began how yesterday did. Me and Austin sat around playing on his xbox and went to the beach again. It was totally normal again. After we got back and got dressed, Austin suggested we have an airsoft war. It was 6 at night and started to get dark



you receive My email, explaining what to wear and what time to arrive at this specific address. you wonder where in the world you are to get a pink frilly skirt, the white tank top is not a problem, you have alot of them



We arrived at our apartment in Crete at about 4 in the afternoon, hot and sweaty and tired from a 5 hour flight from the UK



Please note: This is my first story and I am very interested in any criticism. Please comment, pm, send emails if you find any part lacking in my writing style



Introduction - If you want to know more about me read my first story "Vignettes I". When I came out of the Army, I had been trained for a war that never came. I had spent more time in the woods than in civilization and had become cold and hard



The woman awoke between her two lovers, both still naked and lounging as they dozed. Their dicks were soft and she ran her hands along their thighs, hips, and abs as she started to become aroused once again



My girlfriend Myra and I were sitting in a booth at the local bar and grill. Over a ham and swiss on rye and a tall pitcher of Long Island iced teas we were actually talking about things happening in our lives. Long Island Iced Tea was a power drink all right
It was well past midnight and the hospital department, where comatose patients lay, was sodden with silence. The hospital attendant, a young man called Simon, had just finished mopping the corridor and was now resting on a wooden couch



Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez sold more than music. They sold two similar and highly successful images. They were both marketed as young, beautiful, squeaky clean, innocent and sweet young singers and actresses. All of their appearances were carefully set up and choreographed



Leni and Lana were 12 now. The still liked being twins. They dressed the same, wore their hair the same, had the same mannerisms that made it hard to tell them apart for people that didn't know them well



For anyone who missed the previous story, this is about my old girlfriend Dana who I ran into while in Vegas on a bachelor party with my buddies. Dana is a married sexy mid 30’s blonde, with the nicest legs and ass you’ve ever seen