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BEST FRIENDS CAMPING TRIP Part 1 *NOTE* All characters depicted in this story are considered to be at least 18 years of age and older



The Knight and the Acolyte Book Nine: Blossoming Danger Chapter One: Bound Up Love By mypenname3000 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this
as you remember from part 3 i had just swallowed a huge load of my own cum while my dirty wife sawed a strapon deep into my ass as she wispered sweet nothings in my ear



Before I start writing I kind of suck at writing sex stories! I would really appreciate it if I could get some positive feedback or helpful critique. I got this account to write stories for my strange friends, there is three of 'em



The Stranger: Part 3 "No, there - there's no way," Lily sputtered. "My family I have a family! They'll wonder where I'm at, and they'll call the police they'll find me. They WILL find me!" "Lily, dear. I'm afraid that's already been taken care of," Nicolae said smoothly



Amelia sat as she always did, upon the cushioned seat of the open bay window, the cool evening breeze tickling her short, richly colored hair against the back of her pale neck



You enter the room, dressed nicely as usual. Upon reaching the door, you drop to all fours and crawl the rest of the way to my side. Rubbing softly against me I reach down and pet your soft head, running my fingers through your hair gently



The Vampire's Kiss Chapter 3: Virgin Blood Copyright 2015 Abigail turned the sedan into the parking garage beneath Faust Tower in downtown Chicago. The sun's rays lightened the horizon. Fear rippled across her skin. The sun meant death
Tracy dropped her gum into the trash can on the bus as she got off, making the driver smile as he said good bye. She shrugged him off and ignored his wave as she turned her back and went into her house. He carefully took it out of the trash before he closed up the “barn” for the night
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content



The stairs creaked under my footsteps leading to my Sir's apartment. With each step, I became more excited yet apprehensive. Sir always surprises me. He has grown as a Dominant in the last few months exploring more interests and fetishes with me
Sandra finds a shop of mystery and is caught in a strange event which plays with her mind. Sandra was fascinated by the previous day’s events. Even her morning coffee call and vigorous pounding by Marvin could not get her mind around how touching a doll and its penis had set her off
Soft, leather boots made nary a sound as they brushed along the worn, dirt path that cut a thin swathe through the dim forest, as Mariat's lithe frame glided along it, akin to a shadow in the cool night



This is the story of a young woman’s conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOTprohibit slavery



New Jock Tales---Freshman Year--Chapter 6---The Aftermath I head back to the showers after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for food