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December time has arrived and we are on a three hour drive to my uncle Cordon's farm to visit him and my aunt and three girl cousins. Looking out of the window at the farm lands and passing traffic I just can't get the invitation out of my head

Since the first massage of Sandra P., I was hooked. Massage was my life. It’s been a couple of years since we first met at that college party

(first story I've posted here or anywhere in a very long time. I hope you enjoy my little bit of erotica.) Sitting in the chair near the window I waited, slightly nervous but excited too

It was a dark night in the depths of Hell, the wind howling and storms raging on throughout the abyss. Most people were asleep, save the servants and, quite possibly, the peasants that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the morning

Kal looked down, “Why is it still hard? I haven’t been thinking about anything to keep it that way.” Aradelle shrugged, looking embarrassed, while Ikuno’s brow furrowed in thought. “Perhaps there’s more to ‘Dell’s aphrodisiac than just making men mad with lust,” suggested the oni

Orphaned by my father at 6, I lived with my widowed mother in an isolated place but my sexual arousement came from breasts of female drawings. At 8, I lived with my grandparents together with my first cousin with whom I played as a father in a make-believe married couple

It was feeling like the hottest night in March yet! The air was so muggy, it was like walking through Jello. My new housemaid, Sherry, was doing the dishes in the kitchen. "Sherry? Did you call the AC guy yet?" I shouted. "Yes Sir! I called him twice and left a message each time

Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris Interlude edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 Chapter One: The Dance Instructor Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Whitney Spietz – Paris, Texas I stretched my back, working the kinks out as I carried the mop bucket back to the supply closet

Heartbreak Hotel This story is fiction, all similarities to an actual person or persons is purely coincidental. Like it goes: "Well since my baby left me, i gotta find a new place to dwell, its down at the end of lonely street at HeartBreak Hotel

it was back just after i turned thirteen, i was out for the day with my mother shopping. we decided to call into my grandparents house as we had not seen them for a while

I was born a year before World War 2, my life from the start was not to healthy, being pushed from pillar to post from day one, Okay there was a war on this was expected of children living in England at the time

A couple hours later, Jeff returns. He hands me a large yellow envelope. I open it up to find a new passport, social security number, ID, and a prepaid phone. I open up my passport and see a fairly recent picture of me. The name reads “Oliver Lucas Porter

Mika is not excited for her birthday. In other villages or in larger towns or cities your birthday means gifts, cake, a party. But in her small Russian village Skrytyy Gorod (cкрытый город ) which translates to “hidden town” there lives a different set of rules

The River by rodeotexas Rhonda age 31 came from a strong German heritage

My story had taken place in the reality and it is not a fake , may be i am not the best author but still i have to tell my story English is not my mother language but i am trying to do my best