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SpellBound By Blondie This story is copyrighted to Blondie. No reproduction all or in part are allowed



It was Christmas once again. Christmas in our house was a very big deal. We invited family members that live nearby to have a two day celebration. When I speak of families though, it was mostly about the kids. I had a lot of cousins who lived very close to me



"Hey, you wanna go to a party tonight? I know it's last minute but it should be fun." I looked over at my boyfriend, Ryan, "Sure, if you don't leave me by myself this time." He laughed, "I promise, I won't wander off and leave you all by yourself
Eric slips into Donna's house quietly. Easing up the stairs, tripping twice of course, to her room he passes Midge and Bob's bedroom and stops to listen. Good! All quiet. Since no one pays any attention to Bob he doesn't even realize that Bob is gone on business anyway



Hi everyone, this is my first story so please support and give your valuable feedback. My name is Angad, I am 18 years old, 5:11 Indian guy, dark hair, green eyes, fair and very atheletic. My cock is 6.5/7 inches and relatively thick and this is the story of how I lost my virginity



Author’s note: This one gets a little weird. I implore you to read until the end. Everything will make sense at the end. You’ll see. Edited by: Todger65 Self Fulfilling Nightmare Chapter 1 Mi’elle arched her back, her blue eyes rolling into the back of her head


I'm Mitch. I'm 21 now, but during the events of this story, I was only 16 and had happened to meet the most amazing girl ever. Sadly, she moved away from me and I have yet to find her It had been close to two weeks since our new neighbors had moved into the upstairs apartment
Entrapment Come into my parlour said the spider..



INTRODUCTION: I used to write for a website which specialized in a genre known as ‘spanking-romance’ stories. The format, as the publisher explained to me, was “Boy meets girl, boy spanks girl, they live happily ever after



My wife and I went away for our anniversary last week. While we were driving, my wife brought up a movie that we had seen last year on cable. I don't remember the name of it. It was just a goofy low budge movie on the Cable Free-bee's selection


Some people call it bondage, but whatever it’s called it all started as a teasing dare. They loved to arouse each other whenever they were apart. On the phone they would tease each other until one or both of them needed to hang up
It was a regular day about 10:30 am when I went outside to get the morning paper from my porch. It was a saturday. As I looked up I notice a new neighbor was moving in across the street. From what I could see she was gorgeous
DONNIE'S STORY, PART 3 There was a big grassy field and hill behind the school where neighborhood kids would sometimes play hide and seek and other games. Sometimes my friends and I would go there and hang out. One afternoon, I went there looking to see if any of my friends were there



Jim Horn rode his horse down the trail at a steady pace. Anyone unfortunate enough to be out in the blistering heat watching him would have seen a sturdily built, sun browned man of slightly above average height
I drove my Jeep back up to the panhandle of Florida where I had left my motor coach while I was on the cruise with my granddaughter. I started my visit in the warm climate and stayed there for the better part of the winter and headed on north as the weather started to thaw