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Out Clubbing The beat was very intense. It throbbed like a living thing and mesmerized the dancers. The people just swayed and moved to it, like a snake when the charmer plays the flute. They looked like a huge throng of people fucking in their clothes as Amy watched them



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Fbailey story number 509 It Is You I could hardly contain myself. Mom had just left for work and I was peering out the window. Finally after an eternity Jack left for work and I practically ran across the street to ring her doorbell. Rachelle opened the door and said, “Hi



Jay and Amy part 6 When they finally drive off, we all relax. “Thanks girl for showing up, my nails were getting fucked,” Michelle says to Nicole. “What’s the video?” Mike asks. And well Nicole goes on to blow us away. “I taped the 3 of them having sex…



Chapter eleven: Going Bare Back for first time W/Lisa Midway point of my senior year High School. (2002) When Stephanie didn’t return my call as she said she would it became very evident that no matter how bad things were with Barry and her then boyfriend



Carol Thompson, the Senior Laboratory Medical Technologist, stood beside the lab table, nervously drumming her fingers on the table's smooth surface



This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 11 – part 2 Tears started to form in Harry’s eyes as he tried to contemplate what he had just witnessed



Due to the abuse of the comment section by spammers and other idiots, I have restricted the comment section to members only. Also, please feel free to PM me with any comments. Lucky Mann The Neighbor’s Daughter Henry had a lot of spare time on his hands
Growing up I had a lot of fun times with a lot of different guys, and girls. Most of them were normal, in bed, encounters. Well, to set the story up, my family owned a small general store right off the main highway, on exit 158. We had toys, food, and candy



Looked myself in the mirror. 6'1'' jock just graduated college trying to get a hold of myself. Left my boyfriend to seek a job in this new town. It was just before summer when the weather was not too hot but never cold. Short brown hair and soft toned muscles
“So, I was an upper rib cage connected to a head at that moment. Um, well, normal humans would call me thing. Or monster. But I prefer. Cryptid in the human tongue of English. Has mysterious ring to it. Also, I have no name you humans can pronounce so I’ll call myself Gene



Sometimes, it takes time to realize what we have really been through, and acknowledge how it could forever be a part of our lives. This story is a continuation of Part 10, and as always, I recommend you read my previous stories to fully grasp what is going on at this point of my life



I am Barb, an attractive brunette woman in professional employment, with a good body and a strong sex drive, though in hindsight my earlier sex life could be described as mainly vanilla sex
We were about 4 hours out of Florida driving up 95. We had another 12 hours to go. We had been down there to visit a friend. This visit was good, and it was time to get back



Jimmy was always a hyperactive child. Even in his mother’s womb. She went through many months of his kicking and fighting to get out. Especially after his birth he demanded a lot of attention