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Fbailey story number 288 Pose Nude For Daddy To relax I took up painting several years ago. Not houses, lawn ornaments, or even landscapes. What excites me is sex, women, and especially nudes. So I paint portraits of my nude wife

Continued from "Falling In, pt 2" Jackie and I spent the rest of he morning lazing around the school doing the stupid shit teen kids usually do at school before it starts. Walking the halls, joking, spending time with friends

Enjoy: “Keith, Keith Zane” the nursed called as I sat waiting in the doctor’s office. “The doctor will see you now” she said pointing to room number 2. The one with the sign “DR V. Edwards” on its door. I got up and started walking over to it

Chapter Six: More than thirty people dead, all killed by one man without the use of firearms. It was being called one of the worst mass-murders in American history

This starts out slow but does get better, so if you're just interested in the sex then skip down a bit. This is how I wish things would of turned out but I'm realistic enought to know if we hooked up it would be all bout the sex and nothing more

Adam had been called to the South Pole with less than a day’s notice. “It’s a once in a lifetime chance,” he’d said sadly, “If I don’t do it now it’ll never happen.” It was likely a good thing there wasn’t much time to talk about it – to debate the pros and cons

The first action that Mary took on our first evening as a newly married woman was to call the number written on the card from the shop assistant: “Good evening; my name is Mary. We met in the store you work in a few weeks ago and you gave me this number to ring after 7pm

It had been almost a week since Alanna and I had hooked up in her basement, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck her. We had texted and called each other, even sending nude pictures to each other, but we were both busy and had yet to find time to "hang out" again

Fbailey story number 427 The White One-Piece Top Dad talked Mom into buying and wearing a white one-piece top. It was a T-shirt kind of thing with the crotch sewn shut so that she was to get naked to pee

Part 1 Milk with Breakfast. Jen woke up to the sweet smell of jizz. she had grown accustomed to doing so over her four day weekend. The family had arrived on Friday, when they'd first all fucked together for the first time

When you’re young, and in your teens, people always seem to be saying you’ve got the world at your feet, but it’s only when you’re older, you realise how true that was. At the time, it doesn’t always seem that way, especially if you’re not the most self-confident person around

I go onto my next fear. My surroundings are Tobias's apartment. He walks towards me. We pull each others faces to each other. Our lips open to each other. He bits my lip and we pull away. He grabs my waist and tugs up my shirt. I smack it away. "No Tobias." I say

Author's note: If you're into wham-bam-thank-you-mam stories, this isn't one of them. It's an extremely long story, and you should really read my "Terror in the Snowstorm" story first to learn how the characters got to this point. Thank you for your indulgence

The Chauffeur (#24) The Weekend (part 1) By: PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 Dakota began calling both culinary schools, telling each what was needed. One declined telling me that they don't recommend any of their students, thus avoiding the appearance of favoritism

Inger flew to her mistress worried that she'd hurt herself, turning, she looked over at Jake and nodded herself

The week of finals, I received a phone call from Paul, my roommate for the past two years. What he told me put me in shock. I couldn’t believe it; I just couldn’t believe what he said

First off, I’m not using any names for obvious reasons, and also please excuse any typos – I’m usually pretty pedantic about grammar, but I’m typing with one hand

Nang, a male who was a female, or trying to be: Bo, who worked in the hotel I stayed at, and she gave me a taste of the future with another – perhaps better person – and indirectly introduced me to a new world, new lovers, my first glory-hole, and a new passionate lifestyle, and I was back for more…

What a difference a day makes, or more precisely a few days. Only three days had passed since Lucy Camden had lost her virginity, and had it been taken by her sister Mary's boyfriend. So far Mary hadn't said anything to her about it. So Lucy assumed she didn't know

June 1, 1944, Salisbury England “Johnson! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” That was Sergeant Thomas, my platoon sergeant; he’s always trying to find one of us goldbricking