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Selling Your Soul Written and Edited by PgFalcon The sun was setting in the sky to the west, and I was sitting on the sofa of my two friend’s apartment. A regular day like any other: it promised nothing out of the ordinary might occur… but occur it did



As I sit by the fire dreaming of a day long gone a familiar tingle begins to stir deep in my loins



Even in the heat of the midday of a roman summer day, she shivered under the awning



Belisa, a 23 year old in college was invited by a couple of her college friends who got personal written invitations from Amelia, the campus' number one weirdo. Initially, Belisa was worried that she would be gate crashing so she went to find Amelia and ask her in person
Kayla walked arm in arm with her boyfriend through the dead but beautiful campus. It was officially spring break at Trinton University, and for once the perfectly manicured green spaces were student-free. Daniel shot her a grin and whispered in her ear



------------- STATUS REPORT: Further research into Diane's family shows that she has a daughter and a son, both of consenting age. Diane looks surprisingly young to have kids this old



It was the beginning of fall and school had only been in session for a couple of weeks. Tiffany was glad to no longer be spending most of her time at home with her neglectful family. However, there was one part of her routine that had become more difficult



Return to the Brothel - - Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters are under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual immaturity of the main characters at the beginning of the story



Sorry everyone, its a bit cliche but its my first story. So go easy on me. Constructive critiques are always accepted. Chapter 2 will be coming if I get good reviews or good/helpful feedback



Sara The Bad Babysitter Mr. and Mrs. Crudele were going to have a much needed night out. Since the arrival of their little bundle of joy four months ago they hadn’t had a night out together and in fact they rarely had a few hours sleep in a row


hape! Is not lost on the SAS instructors that are under a lot of political pressure to see these women succeed and become SAS team members! They have been recruited to rescue a well to do family that has connections to the Queen, and they have been kidnapped and are being held for ransom in Somalia



Tarnheim Academy, Part 3 Our story continues… My initiation to the Tarnheim Academy had been astounding. I had been dominated and ravished by Headmistress, followed by the head girl, Adrienne, and the towering twins, Inga and Greta
[b]Willy Mo Mamba 2 by Will Buster If you like any of my stories you can get my full length novels at Enjoy! If you aren’t into early teen frolics, please check out other stories
Clubbing in the city isn’t so bad you tell your friends when they keep asking why you do it, ‘Why do I do it?’ you ask yourself for the tenth time as you and you sister stand on the crowded platform waiting for the tube home



Its about 3pm in the afternoon and you are at work when you get a txt from me saying, I have a surprise for you tonight, meet me at this location and I give you the address. I send another one saying, dress as sexy as you can..