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This is my first story so if you have any comments feel free to leave them, and let me know if you want to read anything else from me. Wrong place wrong time It’s the middle of March and I’m just sat in my usual alley behind a local McDonald’s



Now What #3 To understand what has happened to Sandi and Michell please read the first two parts. This is a six-part event. Sunday morning Sandi was washing breakfast dishes when she saw the van pulling in to her driveway



I have been extremely busy here as of late so I haven't been able to write much. I am currently working on the next installment of "The Goth" and three other series that I think you will enjoy



PART 2 I lay on the bed, hands tied to the bed post, trying to come to terms with the immense pain between my legs. The man gets up from the floor and stretches. “I’m gonna get a drink, you want something?” he says to me with a sneer as he exits the room



Jess was late to Ms Enfield’s class. Chloe was finding it hard to concentrate, because she knew exactly what that meant. Jess, her best friend for years, had recently caught the attention of Nathan Oldcastle
Chapter 1 – Arrival Dee had been with her husband on this trip and they’d taken the long trip to Brazil to do a little exploration of the rainforest. Dee and her husband John were in their late 30s and this was to be a trip of a lifetime



Katlin Duvall was an eighteen year old college freshman. Her fiery red hair was like an exclamation point on her petite body. Slender, but hardly boyish, She had small pert breasts, a fine slim waist, and full rounded hips



It was the longest, most boring day ever in the history of long and boring days. If it weren't for the thoughts that raced through my mind form last night. The guys, the sexclub, my fantastic make out session with Joshie and the insane pictures he gave me
I had just moved in to my new apartment. You knew I had spent weeks putting together a special room just for us to play in. I had even purchased a sybian and all of its attachments plus a number of other toys and items to play with



--------- AN IDEA FORMS ------------ When I was in college, a friend of mine, who had studied psychology, was talking to me about conditioned responses and he shared with me a lesser known story about Pavolv



Her eyes flickered between pleasure and pain as he thrust into her. His hand was wrapped tightly around her neck, his fingers forcing red marks into her skin, and she could feel her head becoming lighter in response
Preface Death I slowly run the knife across my neck leaving a red trail in its wake. My hand falls down as i feel a stabbing pain from my neck. I move my hand to my neck and feel the sticky liquid that now covers my neck and soon my chest



Chapter 1 When I lost my job last year I had no idea what was next. I had a bachelor's degree in English, but it wasn’t doing me any good when it came to finding a job


“Fuck! Oh Goooood, Oh Goooood! Fuck me!” screamed the voice of my sister in pure ecstasy from her bedroom as I walked through the front door of the house



It was an unusually cool and dry autumn that had descended over the community of Aurora. Located only a couple of miles south of the New York boarder in northern Pennsylvania, the changing colors of the trees and the crisp, cool fall air were truly something to behold