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Friday Morning Morning in Dave and Nicole’s Room “Uugghhh.” My dick feels like it’s wrapped in a steaming hot wet hole. I open my eyes to see beams of light trying to break through the curtains. The hill made out of blankets is moving up in down

I sat back, a cold beer in front of me as I watched the people walk past the pub, I loved sitting outside, watching the people move around doing their shopping or heading for the Cinema

Chapter 14 I staggered into camp a few minutes later, into the midst of chaos. The field hockey team looked armed for battle. They had spears and knives and were obviously preparing to hunt down the terrorist woman

The Nine Circles 1 Albert Kendall sat alone in his basement. It was a large basement beneath an even larger house, detached and isolated from its neighbours, and Albert very much preferred it this way

Being like most guys, I spend most of my time, energy, and brain function looking for pussy. Also like most guys, my schemes and plots crash and burn over 99% of the time, resulting in no pussy

“I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed. I dream of a day when they may rise to drag down mankind—when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor ascend amidst universal pandemonium

Nude Weekend About five years ago just before our oldest daughter Audrey was about to go through puberty my wife asked me if I wanted to watch it happen

Just Friends 2: A Wii Bit of Encouragement It has been a couple of a days since I've seen Xavier last. I guess I've been feeling some good old fashioned Catholic guilt. After all, he was my friend's ex-boyfriend

It was another hot summer day, and David Stark was tired, sweaty, and hungry. He had graduated high school in May and was working for a landscaping company until he went off to college in the fall

Chapter 4 The panties that I had worn were soaked through by the time the movie had ended. Just thinking about what we were going to do when we got back to the house

Sunny Lemaris felt, rather than heard, her Master approach her from behind. She was sitting on the large leather couch in his office, brushing her long black hair and looking out the window. Her full lips curled into a smile and she closed her eyes

I plunked down next to you on the couch as you played another one of your video games. I grabbed the game case off the table and glanced at the cover. “Seriously, this is like the stupidest one out of all of them.” I told you

Alan was sitting on his patio one evening when he saw what looked like a camp fire at the other end of the lake. He put on some jeans and his shoes and strapped his pistol on his hip and began to walk around the lake to investigate

Six-Mile High Club chapter 2 Picking up his two bags after going through customs, he made his way to the front door of the terminal. It was good to have his feet on the ground. As Michael walked out into the sunshine, he saw Miyoko's beautiful face smiling at him

Although Barbara had been dying from starvation for the entire ten weeks Jeff kept her as his sex slave, their time together gave a welcome boost to a listless, boring life

I travel light,and packing was done in minutes. I left by the rear exit, to avoid Stanley. I wasn't afraid of him. I just didn't want the hassle of arguing or causing a scene. I was down the mountain and at Sandra's in less than an hour

Sister’s Surprise, Chapter 4 We slept in on Sunday, not waking up until nearly noon. Jessica stirred slowly next to me, cuddling up closer before finally opening her eyes. Her beautiful smile returned as she gazed at me, as I held her in my arms

NOTE: If run across this story elsewhere, it's because I've posted it to three websites. FOREWORD: To those of you who have never read any of my stuff before, this is a plain old dirty story. Hopefully, it's hot. I'd like to think it's kind of fun. It is semi-autobiographical

It was 7 o’clock when my alarm finally shut up. I rolled out of bed and found my work uniform spread over the floor where we threw it. I heard the sheets rustle as I pulled up my black skirt

How Traditions Start – part 8 An original story by Starrynight I would like to start with a special thanks to Dudley Dowrong for his inputs and comments after each story in the series. Your reviews were much appreciated and implemented in the following chapter