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Betting the wife – Conclusion Dave didn’t show any intention to disappoint the beer guzzling tattoo sporting pumped up crowd

“Oh, god, Brandon…” I moaned, as my brother stared at me, a wild look in his eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this…” He didn’t reply, but as his hand moved higher and higher up my leg, his eyes turned red with lust

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = This short story was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a "technical advisor" for several of my stories

========================================= We’d been close ever since we met. It wasn't long after that I knew we’d spend the rest of our lives together. His name is Luke. My name is Yasmin. I could feel his cock still inside of me

I woke up in a dark room; I couldn't see a thing. I tried to get up but I couldn't. My hands were both strapped very tightly to some unseen object above my head. I realized then why I was so cold - I was completely naked

My name was Samantha, but my close friends called me Ama. Not sure how it started, because I didn't start it but one of my friends did back in junior high and it stuck. Anyways, I'm Ama and I have a story to tell. See, right now I'm basking in the moonlight, in the middle of the forest

London is a nice city to live in especially if you are a student who is going to the university and is a party goer This is nothing new and everyone knows this. So do all the landlords

Some years ago my wife and I were separated due to both not being mature enough to handle marriage and also a lacking of being wild and crazy

The comment section has been restricted due to the abuse of spammers and other idiots. Members feel free to comment or PM me. This story has been edited to meet the new age rule. Lucky Teen’s Night of Horror It was a beautiful fall evening

Battered Lamp Chapter Nineteen: The Cure for the Sister Copyright 2014 Note: Beta read by b0b. Character List Main Characters Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. He has the cure for Fatima's coma

St. Mary’s Cemetery was a beautiful old graveyard with rows and rows of fancy monuments and statues. There was no doubt that most who had been buried here had led successful lives. The mausoleums were numerous and the grounds well kept

This is my first story i would like some constructive feedback but try not to be to harsh thank you. :) He always had sick depraved sexual thoughts. He always wanted to dominate some high class stuck up bitch and treat her like the whore she was. It all started with his boss

to tell my story I must start in the beginning. since 5th grade she's been in almost all my classes, I've seen her in the hall ways, but I never said hi. After graduating I went to a college that was near my town, about 40 miles away

This is just a fictional story about what i want my first time with a man to be like. A little about me, I'm just your average white boy, 6 foot tall with long brown hair that reaches my shoulders and dark brown eyes that almost look black

The piles of odds and ends had been scattered arbitrarily along the rows of tables at the Antique mall. Stephen makes is way down the rows hoping to find something that he could buy for his mom’s birthday

He visited my country town in Viet Nam. It was easy for be. I was used to making men want me, need me, pay for me. He thought I was just a local working girl at the plant and he fell in love with me. I told him what he wanted to hear

You can say I'm just a casual teen ager smart nerdy and no one likes me because I'm gothic and they think I'm a creep. But in reality I'm a nice gothic girl. Not a lot of friends but I don't care I do my work like I'm sapost to eat sleep and do it all over

Zzzzzzzt. Zzzzzzt. Zzzzzt I lazily reached out and picked up the phone. It was my friend, Will. "Hey listen, Mike, I need to tell you something urgently, can I come over?" "Yeah, come round any time man, I'm home tonight" I sat back and carelessly wondered what he wanted

Diagon Alley, in July A chime sounded just as Harry opened the door to enter Ollivander’s abode. As always, the old wandmaker emerged from the shadows to greet him. “Ah, Harry Potter,” Ollivander said, “Welcome.” “Sir,” Harry greeted with a nod of his head

"So how does it taste?" "It tastes like crap," Ruby blurted out smugly as she scarfed down a slice of lemon meringue with an exaggerated wince on her face. She still held onto that ch!ldlike honesty but mixed it with teenage sarcasm