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The Truth About Nikki – Falling Off The Wagon – pt4 I was so very confused; I was upset at being maneuvered into a position where I had become nothing more than a fuck toy by Ray and his friends



My name is Michael, and this is a story about me, and my exploits as a teenager. I’m 16 years old, I’m in the 10th grade, and I’m fairly average in every way. I look average, I’m pretty average at sports, and I’ve got an average popularity in school. I’m just average
2nd Story. Please tell me your comments and thoughts below! ~~~~~~~ She was such a hot little girl. Always sat at the front, soaking in every word I said as if I was romancing her. Quite the opposite



It was 1974 and it was just a week before my high school graduation. I was among the youngest in my class having turned 18 just a few days before. I was also still a virgin and had never had any form of sex beyond masturbation



MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 4 SWIMMING We rode home, both of us silently sharing a post cum high. We held pinkies in the back seat again, and stole knowing smiles as our mom drove. When we got home, Rach and I went to change



Before you read my first attempt at ‘fan fiction’ there are a few things I’d like to say. First and foremost, by no means do I intend any disrespect to the incredibly talented J. K. Rowling or her marvelous body of work



Royal High Hill Boarding School. A typical boarding school where the rich and famous of rural England, send their sons to receive a top education from the finest teachers in the country



Michael found the house relatively easily, seeing as it was the only one with roses in the garden. As he walked up towards the front steps he remembered the day with bliss. His watch read 4:48, his arrival slightly earlier than the time had requested



Shortly after I graduated from high school, I moved to Salt Lake City to work as a temporary data entry specialist at a credit bureau



They were hanging out at the park. Amber, Micaiah, and a few other people. Micaiah kept playing with Ambers foot under the table, slipping his hand up her miniskirt, accidently bumping into her tits. His best friend, Joe, saw them and told them to get a room



Chapter Four Lindsey yawned as she sat next to Ellie on the bleachers at school. “I didn't sleep at all last night,” Lindsey said. Ellie smirked. “I did. You fucked me so good last night. I couldn't help but sleep. Oh, you look cute by the way.” Lindsey knew that she was sexy



I'm Going Shopping (or so I thought) I was 18 at the time, and it was time to go shopping which brought a delight and pleasure to me and a lifting of my spirits. I was outrageously wearing a short skirt and no panties along with long socks and a jacket and made-up to look cute



Her name's Jennifer Rose, she moved in three doors down from my house. She's the new girl at high-school, and in almost all my classes. We have talked over the past few days, about things she likes and loves



Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy



It all started on a school day not unlike most others; a quick breakfast with bites in between glances at the clock, a few hours of monotonous classes, a lunch break, and then the long stretch of time in between lunch and the last moment of school