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My name is Lara. My government name is 99-80. I was born in a “factory” that imprisons us tolurad's, or what we used to be known by – shemales, and harvests our cum for the “betterment of humanity.” At a young age I learned all it's benefits

On a cold Friday afternoon in February 1969, a group of us guys were gathered at our favorite stretch of country road to see who had the fastest car. I was 19 & had recently acquired a white 1966 Ford Fairlane GT 390 4-Speed

One day Richard Widemouth was checking for the ad he placed in the Reader. “Damn” exclaimed Richard Widemouth in a voice that sounded like an edgy thunder on the horizon. “I can’t find the ad that I placed in the local free paper

Chapter 2: First Harvest There were still a few hours before first light when we arrived in the woods outside the town. I had already sent Baldar and Inger ahead to neutralize the land-ward sentries. They appeared like ghosts out of the darkness

“I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence.” -Evelyn Waugh, “Vile Bodies” *** "I hate that song." Andrew was talking to himself, but the girl next to him gave him a dirty look anyway

She went unnoticed. Even with her stunning good looks, most people didn’t give her a second glance. She had long wavy jet black hair that glistened in the sun. Normally it was pinned up. Only when she let her hair down did it get noticed

Author's Note: This is the final Policewomen story. This is Cindy's third story in the series. She's a woman unable to orgasm. You don't have to read her first two stories - where she tries women, then black men - but this one is her final attempt to cum

PROLOGUE Fierce conflicts on the socio-political issue of abortion were a mainstay of American politics. It took the increasing influence of Japan and its differing cultural views on the matter of death to start a process, which would lead to the appearance of Deathgivers

Amy had a hard time sleeping and her husband whishing her a happy birthday when she turned 35 meant little because this would be the last day of her life

My wife Claire was a beautiful, tall, 36 yr old redhead who had an insatiable appetite for sex. So what's the problem say? Even though I still had the hots for her after 15 years of marriage; I couldn't keep her satisfied. I considered myself to be a good lover and she agreed

CHAPTER THREE 1ST SUNDAY Saturday they putter around the house since it’s raining and the kids keep getting under foot. Mike spends part of the day doing up paperwork for an insurance claim report he has been working on for a week

It is a late autumn evening, the crickets sing loudly and the wind tickles the leaves in the trees

I knew Tabby couldn’t stay angry with me for long. She loved me as devotedly as I loved her, but I would have to have a heart to heart talk with her about the nature of our relationship soon

Can we survive VII Moe's story cont. Ralph and Toni were talking with a disheveled, I think it is a man. What ever, it was dirty. Ralph came over Moe this dirt pile says her name is JuJu. You almost rode in on their camp there are three adults and 5 kids all one family

The Gothic Frat House's Halloween party was renowned across the campus for being not only the most incredible parties, but also the most raunchiest