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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental



Zero to ten happened real fast. My wife was pregnant, had cancer and I was a damn P.E teacher part time at a junior high school. In a word, my life was shit, and it was only getting shittier by the day. Jessica, my beautiful wife had opted out of chemo



Alex gazed up at the menu, his arms crossed as he decided what to have for lunch. He had just arrived at The Yellow Submarine, the best eatery he'd discovered within walking distance of campus



WARNING: This story contains sexual interactions between an older man and a teenager. I do not endorse, practice, or condone these actions in real life. This is purely a work of fiction



I was in the boys locker room with my boyfriend. I was your typical cheerleader. I had ashy blonde hair, tanned skin, green eyes, firm cheekbones, a tight firm ass, huge tits, long legs and a tiny, tiny waist. I was saving my virginity for Brent



Part II. Their next visit came quickly. Clara hadn’t expected that she would deny herself as per the Priests instructions but she found herself fearful that he would find out if she did otherwise



Step Daughters' Desire chapter 2 Chapter one showed the beginning of Frank and Janis. This is the continuation of the story. Frank and Janis had a date lasting one weekend



Tobin had grown up in the outskirts of a small village. His play had consisted of wooden horses, sword fighting with sticks, and watching the occasional knight pass through his village, envying their broad swords and shiny armor



While Joseph was focused on driving and delivering his load on time, Sammi got him talking more about himself, what it was like being married and having two sons. Once he got to sharing stories there was pretty steady conversation and Joseph seemed to really enjoy reminiscing



This is a direct continuation of chapter 1. Enjoy! ***** Audrey lay there on me for a few seconds, regaining her strength before grabbing her clothes off the floor and heading out of the kitchen and to her room



My name is Larissa and my dad is an asshole. I'm 18, born and raised in Fort Lauderdale Florida. Today is Sunday and my friend Linda and I take our bikes down to Hollywood Beach to ride on the broadwalk



NAUGHTY FAIRYTALES: (Part 1?) Little Red Riding Hood Little Red Riding Hood (called Red for short) was a young girl who had just turned fourteen years old. Her father was a lumberjack, so their family lived in a snug little cottage buried deep in a forest



Mia Arrives I was overjoyed as my surrogate teenage daughter was coming to stay with us for a few weeks. She and her mother have not been getting along very well at all, in fact there is huge resentment between them



Training Rose by Angie F Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie



The loud moans of Pansy Parkinson echo into the empty class room, Muffle only by Ron cock down her throat -Look Ron! I have finally manage to fit my hand up her ass! Pansy Parkinson was on all four