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Jennifer Part 7 The next day it was close to noon when I heard my bedroom door open and Mary walk in. "You had quite a night last night", she said, "How are you feeling this morning?" I told her that I was little sore but other than that I felt pretty good



The publishing rules say that everyone in these stories has to be at least 16 so even though the story is totally fiction, everyone in it is at least 16. Enjoy
It was a steamy, humid, summer night. We had been together for two years. it was our anniversary, and we were to be celebrating our own special way. We donned our best attire



In a recent story WHILE YOU WERE AWAY I described how my lady Julie had been gone for more than two weeks and I was so horny without her. She told me not to fuck anyone while she was away and I didn’t, even though I was hanging out for it
Being talked into driving 3 hours in the middle of the night, I headed to Mesquite to pick up my younger female cousin, Vanessa. She had a couple of kids, 23 years old, split from her husband, on drugs and living with a drug dealer whose wife is in jail for stealing checks



Louise A Stag Party by Diomedes050465 Louise had known James for nearly two years before she had agreed to actually marry him. She supposed now that it was totally inevitable that she would since she could not imagine life without him
I was watching her try out the new game I just got, she couldn’t keep any consoles in her house… something about trying to impress boys. If only they knew she was a total dork when she could get her hands on the controller. “Sarah?” I asked



I had always classified myself as a chubby chaser. At 30 years of age and standing 6 foot 2 inches tall, very handsome, with an amazing 9 inch dick, a lot of women loved me, but I usually went after the plumpers


Part 4, Jill's first man. I didn't hear from John until Thursday. He called me at work to confirm our date for Saturday. Of course I said yes. I got home that night to find Lisa was sick. Let doctor Jill take care of you my girl



Again Ray walked to work, at least all the odors outside weren't overwhelming him. Walking into the office he saw that he was early, good he thought now he'd see if they had really adjusted him so that his senses didn't drive him crazy



Nancy Cherry walked through the familiar halls of her small-town hospital as she looked at the charts on the clipboard she carried. The attractive young nurse had been born and raised in this small, mountain village. The only time she had gone away was to attend college
Within 6 months, the Planet Earth was a mere shadow of its former self. More than a third of the population had been wiped out for displeasing Samantha in some way. Those who survived lived in constant fear that they would be the next victims of Samantha’s wrath


“Books cannot be killed by fire. People die, but books never die. No force can abolish memory.” -Franklin Roosevelt *** It started with a play
Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed I sit watching my sister Jenny. She is at the writing desk with my laptop in front of her. With her wavy blond hair framing her face, the trace of a smile on her lips she looks perfect. To me she looks even younger than her 20 years
I spent most of my morning reviewing applications for my latest modeling job. I was surprised at the response of my newspaper ad. Finding one attractive girl to model swimsuits would be an easy task, out of the 100 applications I received