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Boom! The horrifying and unmistakeable sound of the wooden door being ripped violently from its hinges. Daniel pulled his knees in as close to his chest as he could and huddled himself tightly into a compact corner of his room



Thank you so much for reading my stories! Feel free to comment rate and message me. I look foward to hearing from you guys! xoxo love__bug i came out of the bathroom devastated. i walked down the long hallway to lloyds room
David opened his eyes, and saw a bright light. But this bright light hurt his eyes, causing him to close them again. When he’d finally gotten himself adjusted to the light, he sat up, and saw that he was laid in a bed in what appeared to be a hospital room
My name is Keith and this is the story of how my little sister Karen turned from an innocent girl to a cock loving whore. Chapter 1 It all began when we were in our early teens when I was 16 and she was 14
Getting Closer with my Daughter My name is Robert Peterson. I'm 45 years old. I live in a small town. I live in the cliché of small town. Not much to do. Not much to see. It's a place you pass through and don't remember. I'm married with one daughter
Ok so let me just give you a little back ground info. I'm a 23 year old guy, love working out so I'm in reasonably good shape and I'm 6'2'' 200lbs



Alfie couldn't stop laughing. Maybe it was drugs; well, they had consumed a lot. Or maybe it was the suspense of the next few days before school started again. Who knows but Alfie couldn't stop laughing



I AM CURIOUS (Eighteen) When I turned eighteen I knew I needed to get out of town. I am a curious girl and I was frankly bored. I'd quit school shortly after turning sixteen and spent two years partying, sleeping late, and fucking just about everyone in the area



Finding Love Along the Tracks Chapter 11 - Brenda's mom "What the hell are you doing here, Mom!?" Brenda yelled
** This story is a continuation of my other story, "Finding Masturbation" which was true along with this story. I hope you like** Once I learned how to masturbate as I explained in "Finding Masturbation" I started getting myself off every night



“What do you mean you’re not going to the senior prom?” I stared at her, she stood there with one hand on her hip. In her other hand, she brandished a wooden spoon. Mom was making basil pesto pasta, which is one of my favorites. “I dunno Mom, ‘cause I don’t want to go



After graduating high school my parents decide to take my little sister and I on a family vacation. 7 days 6 nights on a Caribbean cruise. Great I thought. A whole week stuck with my patents and sister. I didn’t even have my own cabin. I had to share it with my sister


I couldn't believe that I was actually going to a stupid camp with a bunch of fifth graders. Whiny little kids who probably didn't even know what a tent was. I had been in girl guides for eight years, since I was nine years old


Author's Note: This is not a true story, nor do I have any younger sisters. This is also my first book. Chapter One When I wake up, I force myself to sit up, and I look at my clock. 8:35 a.m



I’ve always wanted a friend with benefits, but I never thought it would be so easy to find one. I’m Ryan, I’m 16 years old and I live in England. My life is fairly boring, I’m not hugely popular and I’m a virgin