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After knowing him all these years, I wanted him to know the truth about everything. I wanted him to be like me, if I wasn't going to age and grow old then neither was he
Fbailey story number 550 Slow Comfortable Screw Lillian, a nice lady in our church had an emergency operation and had to stay on bed rest for six to eight weeks. Several of us in the church signed up to take turns checking in on her and seeing to her needs
As a guy of 24, I naturally had an eye for the ladies. I would check them out in the shops, walking down the street, wherever. I'd also play the pulling game on a Saturday night, and try my luck with whoever took my fancy



Wouldn’t you know it, just as Rachel was climbing out of her car, a strong gust swept through the High school parking lot! She screamed as she tried to hold her skirt down. She didn’t think she wanted the whole school to see her little white panties with the red hearts all over them…



This is part two to my story. It might help to read part one first but it isn't entirely necessary. Please leave compliments or constructive comments only. Don't bother writing "It sucks" or something, it's a waste of time. For those of you wondering where the male is



Phase III of the autobiography, life changes. Please read Phase II. My wife, Lynn, had gone out for her “girls night out” the night before and early this morning I had unabashedly took advantage of her semi-comatose state



“I don't know that there are real ghosts and goblins, but there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids” -Robert Brault *** Somewhere in one of the darker corners of the world, a witch and a ghoul stood at the entrance of a cemetery at midnight, and both of them were afraid



The man strode confidently along the catwalk at the centre of the arena. In all there were 250,000 packed into the massive venue in Maintown, all of them unknowing as to why they were there, confused and bewildered
CHAPTER 7 When we were in the dorms we were lucky to make love once or twice a week. We had many wonderful memories of room seven. It seemed plenty at the time, but now that we were together and married five times a week seemed insufficient
Late Arrival Prologue Lousy, lousy timing I wish we had met weeks before, but now work calls me. I have not dared to tell Cija of all the time I will be spending away, and very soon



I close my door and drop my bag down, It's the best feeling in the world. The weight of my bag on my shoulders finally being lifted. I slump on to my bed, Closing my eyes for a few moments. I slowly open my eyes, Squinting as they adjust to the sudden invasion of my lightbulb
Jake was so tired, it felt as if someone had squeezed the energy out of him
Phillip was getting home a little early because his date had gotten pissed at him and left him hanging at the club. He hoped his Stepmom, Cindy, was asleep so he didn’t have to explain his date. She seemed intent on him finding the girl so he would move out



Brandon rocked back on his heels momentarily, startled by the presence of both Yeong and Tegan in his room. It took him a moment to register that they were on his bed, wearing only underwear. There was a lengthy silence as he froze in place, slowly absorbing the details



The Chauffeur (#51) Michael By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 I sat in my chair at the dining room table looking at a face that I had not seen in quite a long time