Fantasm - Page 98

Jenny was a very cute girl. Too cute for her own good. I always knew it would get her in trouble some day. she was just so innocent looking, but still with a wild streak to her. Ok so Jenny was 15. She lived across the street from mefor quite sometime

I planned a trip out to Denver for business and to see some friends so I called John and told him I was going to be in town. My wife and I have known John and Betty for over 20 years. They live in Denver and are in their mid to late 50’s, no children and are always on the go

Perfect! I thought as I walked home. It was my last school team baseball practice and from the last day of school

Franz Kafka had a great influence on writing and literature in the 20th century. Even today, strange and/or creepy stories are called Kafkaesque. In his novella “Die Verwandlung” (usually translated into English as “Metamorphosis”) a man slowly turns into a cockroach

The polished dancefloors reflected the images of the thrashing teens, a mess of organized flailing limbs and phermones. The overpowering aroma of aftershave, perfume, sweat and alcohol hung thick in the air

The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only

Janet's Journey Chapter Four Janet's Grandfather had one of his now frequent attacks and her Mom said she'd be going to look after him for a week or soThat short statement at dinner had her almost in a frenzyShe'd have her Daddy all to herself for a whole week, maybe more..

She lasted 8 days, on day 9 she put on a short skirt, halter neck top and headed over to the office. Mike and Wes were there and feigned surprise to see Sue

Raya got out of her shower wrapping a towel around her body. She had a hot steamy shower every night, getting refreshed, it gave her a sense of cleanliness, as if the hot steam, and hot water melted away the weight of the world from her shoulders

Her head was swimming, a feeling of been under a big blanket; that dark oppressive warmth. Her body was aching and she took a long slow exhale. She remembered the men and the grappling trying to stop the needle going into her arm, the big crate open and waiting for its cargo

It was a cold winters night. A light snow falling down from the skies as Christina walked down the streets, in search of a present for her boyfriend. She had been out for hours now, searching. What she didn't know though is that she was being watched. Followed

Bree nearly fell to the floor from the shock of being pulled from her reading and her thoughts. She turned quickly to see Trina standing there the few steps into her bedroom. Her face was red and there were tears forming in the corners of her eyes

((continued from chapter 01)) "God baby, yes, yes yes!" Suzanne uttered, collapsing forward on the young stud, who twisted to the side, and lifted her leg, granting him better access as he continued with the merciless thrusting into her cunt

It was one of those days, The wife and I had gotten in an arguement the night before and had left for the day alone.I had more than enought yard work to keep me busy though.As I mowed my front lawn I watched a group of young girls playing hop-scoch in the road

My wife and I have been married for 15 years. She is 50, very conservative most of the time. She does not like to give blowjobs, she likes one position, and until last year never let me fuck he ass. She is chubby with 44DD tits and a very bubbly personality