Fantasm - Page 180
If you haven't read part one please do so in order to understand this chapter



For days I didn’t talk about it or even acknowledge it. Time had moved on and so had I. I was going to ignore it all. Pretend it never happened. That’s what I would do. Made sense. I kept smiling to people, never letting anything on



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



Day Two: Tuesday Frying Jenna When Jenna went to school this morning, she had no idea it was for the last time. Her 18th birthday was only two weeks ago, and she was one of the best in her class



**(This is a fixed version of the original, reposted due to text formatting issues only, nothing was added to the story)** Hi guys, long time no see. These are the first two chapters of this story. I'm posting two because the first one barely have anything sexual
She was pacing nervously as she awaited his arrival. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this” she repeated aloud. Mary had been married for 10 years and things had gotten stale in the bedroom
Author's note: If you're into wham-bam-thank-you-mam stories, this isn't one of them. It's an extremely long story, and you should really read my "Terror in the Snowstorm" story first to learn how the characters got to this point. Thank you for your indulgence
"Well, I'd better get going," said Paula's mother with a warm smile. "I have a lot of things to do downtown if we're going on that picnic tomorrow



Kari stood at her chalkboard writing down the notes for her lecture. Sweat rolled down her body. She could feel 30 pairs of eyes on her back judging her. She looked to the side and saw her mentor nodding doing her best to encourage her. She let out a small sigh
I'm starting by trying to distill my thoughts on why I loved swinging before I leave that for this new topic. Going forward I will write and contrast what we learned and did with polyamory. Up to this point, I've tried to stay very accurate to our mutual swinging experiences



and no one was getting hurt. Well, Carols asshole was hurting as I now refused to use lube with her and I was getting able to stay hard for a long time as I could bang for 30+ minutes without cumming or alternatively if I wanted to I could cum many times a night
New Arrival’s Two large tractor trailer’s back into the processing plant's loading dock as guards take their positions ready to receive the new arrivals, "Looks like we have a lot of inspecting and grading to-do this is only the first of 4 loads" Jerry said looking to Jessica standing next to him
Janous the Silent, the Sanguine call him Valkek the Severer, the Ramgir call him Yurtrus the Rotting One, The Aquifar refer to him as Asgir the Keeper of the Falls, the Draconic call him Chronepsis The Watcher, both the Agleo and Decona have no name for him they only refer to him as The Final Dance
BRIDE SUBMISSION: A Big Surprise Summary: Feminist lawyer learns of family’s secret sex society life. Note 1: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert, and goamz86 for editing this story


Alex Mercer: First kill (a prototype fan fiction) (note: the details and powers given in this story differ significantly from the real game, and such changes were necessary in order that the game may be adapted into an erotic story