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(Based on w1dmg’s “Adam” series, with permission from the author.) *********************************************** I had just climbed into bed with my girlfriend Megan and snuggled up against her. She still had on her panties and bra that I’d left her in when I put her too bed
An excursion Astrid was secretary is far from him. A month ago he had set it. But they were sympathetic from the beginning, and sent on the same wavelength. Wolfgang looked good, had good manners - all in all, he was an amiable boss
This is set in the time when Kyurem first came around and was known as the great beast. Many dragon slayers had left on a journey to kill the evil creature, but none ever survived



A Ghostly Haunting Chapter Eight by Simon Fear Lisa and Steve Logan sat on the couch with their 13-year-old daughter between them. John Reihnholt and his 15-year-old daughter Vicky who was still just wearing her red bikini top and Jean shorts, sat on the smaller couch. Sgt
Henry sat down on his sofa, he was bored, bored to tears to be exact. He had been at work whole night, hit the gym as he came off duty and slept when he got home. He still had six hours before his shift started again and he had nothing to do with the power being out



“CARLOS,” CASSIE SAID AGAIN, her finger running in circles on her bare thigh. “Shut that thing down and come for a swim with me.” Her husband had his short beard only inches above the keyboard, hunched over like some sort of deranged goblin, biting his lip at the screen



Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of a story that I wrote some time ago. It was my first multipart story, in fact so, before you start reading, there’s some things that I’d like for you to know. First, this story is not meant to be racist in any way
Initially Ash and I didn’t want to go. The very concept seemed Creepy. However, just like so many of our prior lifestyle prejudices, we couldn't have been more wrong. We just needed new mentors to help us along the way. ------- Sharon is very bright. Mensa bright



“Hello? Earth to Ethan!” I look up to see my year 12 maths teacher staring at me “Um, what?” I ask with a genuinely surprised look on my face. I am met with the laughter of the classroom as I realise I’ve been caught in the middle of class day dreaming again
“Do you want a divorce?” “No. I don't want a divorce. Do YOU want a divorce?” “No. I don't want a divorce, but I want you to stop fucking other guys.” “I'll stop fucking other guys when you give up all your fucking business trips



Last summer I got an internship at a prestigious law firm in the city. I was really excited about the professional opportunity, but at the time I had no idea what else I was going to experience that summer. The firm was huge with hundreds of lawyers working there
You just don’t know what the next phone call will bring … It was a cold and wintery Wednesday morning and I was having my coffee and reading the paper. My phone rang and I answered, “Hello”. The voice on the other end said, “Hi Stan, its Monica”. I was surprised and pleased
Life with Aunt Jess This is a story of incest. Being that, if you are not comfortable reading something like this, I suggest you stop right now. Do not preach or voice your fake morals. After all look at the site you are on. It is your decision to read these



Chapter 6 Taking care of Jessica wasn’t terribly hard. She slept the rest of the night and all through the next day. Susan stayed the night to give Paul a chance to get some sleep. She changed her bandages and in so doing saw something that she had become accustomed to
"Could I possibly be more irritated?" I thought to myself as I thumbed through a stack of porno magazines. I had to get out of this foul mood, and I hoped an erotic story or two would help. I was ready to give up when my cell phone rang