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The night before the big event, there was an informal gathering in the lobby bar of a Weston's closer to the city. People were flying in from all over the world, literally. And Peter was anxious to meet my old friends that he hadn't already gotten to know

WARNING - Read the Themes. Do not read unless you are happy to read about these things Again, this starts slow. Don't expect 'sex' for some time This is a continuation of a series

Follows on from the first the Tempted stories. Sorry for the long delay in writing it Candice must have drifted off into a drug induced sleep. She stirred now and slowly was raised to consciousness. She looked around the room. She was alone

Senior Moments Ch.5 By Jax_Teller David and I had become best of friends and cohorts in spying on his mother and aunt's sexual adventures. I had set it up so if David would be open to a bisexual encounter, I would be there for him

To start this story im going to tell you bout me.first of im Patrick Mannings When i was younger my family life was nothing but transparent. right now my stats that almost anyone can see and if they were a doctor could check, i am 5'8 im quite athletic but still carry some weight

It was a warm, dark night. The guys outside the building were all excited and expectant for the waited event to take place

Hi everyone, this is my first story. And I hope to make this a series. Please do comment whatever you feel about the start. Good or bad both comments are welcome, and please do inbox me if you want another kind of story. I would love to write on request

Lucinda I saw her sheltering under the projecting canopy of the bus shelter just along from‭ "‬The Angel‭" ‬in Chatham Road.‭ ‬I was sure it was her

1. Meeting About Bing’s New Course “Thanks for coming in today,” said Paul, the dean in charge of the university faculty

When Jim went through his new apartment, he found several boxes left by the previous residents. He shook his head, knowing that they only represented even more work. As if moving all of his belongings alone wasn’t enough work on its own

My name is Sharon (Shaz) McLennan I am a prostitute and a stripper for a biker club. But that wasn’t always the case. I was the only child in my dysfunctional family but it was my dysfunctional family. My mother was a drug addict and my father was into guys

My name is Christine. I am 36 years old, married to Dave, my handsome husband. I have three children, one a baby, the other two in elementary school. Until recently nothing exciting ever happened in my life

rchipelago islands more than 40 miles from it’s nearest island neighbor, 154 square miles in size, large and protected shallow clear blue lagoons surrounding the island with white sugar sand beaches, many isolated coves with similar beaches and a very small stable population of less than 450 natives

I met my husband in school, I had been on the gymnastics team at school so was very nimble and quite petite. Even though he wasn’t a jock Pete was in great physical shape, strong and muscular. We weren’t in the same year he was 3 years older

Well where should I begin? My name is Debora and I am a 44 year old divorced white female who, over time, has become my son's whore. When my husband Troy left he had good reason

Skeletons in my closet chapter 22 Skeletons in my closet chapter 22 Ms. K learns about Linda’s skeletons Keith raced to the building site. They were just finishing up as we pulled up on site. Keith’s crew of 4 men surrounded Megan as we pulled onto the site

Mom "You got yours, now it's someone else's turn", I spat at her as I turned and stomped down the stairs. I was so angry I could actually hear my pulse throbbing in my ears. My cock began to shrink and soften but my rage only built

Alternative Reality 4 Readers notes: If this is the first one you have reading then stop and go back to the beginning if you read the other then enjoy Darkestbooks thanks you for your time. I stayed in the hospital for three day before I was released

Laura was crying at the bus stop. Her long red hairs were falling over her shoulder and her big green eyes were full of tears

It looks like a rape, but read on and discover that it isn’t. The following story is based on the imagination of a reader who has given permission for the use of her ideas