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The Devil's Pact, The Hell Chronicles Copyright 2015 Chapter Five: The City of Brass Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! The God-King – The Abyss I strode through my new dominion, the brass oven of Lucifer
From the time I was a child I was turned on by women's cloths and as I grow up I started wondering what it would be like to wear them. I first tried my mother's cloths when I was home alone, but that just didn't do it for me
Boy's Sweet Boy-friend by huskarl3010 Introduction : This is a fantasy based on some true initiations which never got going. This is actually the way I hope things would have gone
Day Seven ADRIANNA There were times in my life where I stopped, considered the situation I was in, and whispered to myself, “What the fuck happened?” I was having one of those moments when I woke up that morning
The Rogue's Harem Book Three: The Rogue's Passionate Harem Part Eight: The Princess's Resonance By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this
The Knight and the Acolyte Book Three: Barbaric Splendor Chapter One: The Simulacrum's Orders By mypenname3000 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Thrak – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation The wind was cold
It was a Friday afternoon and I had finished up my assignment in the Boston area early. I headed to the airport to see if I could catch an earlier flight. I dropped off the rental car and on the bus ride to the terminal got the dreaded airline phone call
The week rolled on and it was Friday afternoon, the end of our conference. For the flight home Helen wore her conference gear: T-shirt, short denim skirt, rubber thongs, no bra, no panties



I woke up on a cloudy Friday morning. The bright sunshine I had been used to was covered with dark clouds. As I got up I heard talking downstairs so I put on my pajama pants and a tshirt to go see what was going on
Ellens’ Fantasy 2 I woke up at some point in the night and the memories of what had just been done to me came flooding back as I saw myself in the mirror on the ceiling
Ellen reluctantly arranged for Abby Monsolillo to attend my party in Austin at the Omni Barton Creek Resort & Spa. The evening of the party Abby is picked up by a black stretch limo
Jonathan could only blink, after all these centuries it would finally be over. Damn he wanted to shout it from the rooftops but of course til the sign came he was still powerless to do anything. With only about 2 weeks 'til all the clans get here he had a hell of a lot of work to do
e3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Seven: Sister in the Stocks Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Sunday, May 29th, 2072 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sacramento, CA I was feeling so much better when I woke up beside Sister Stella the next morning, sunlight streaming through our window



Slowly Ronja regained consciousness, her mind foggy from lack of sleep. Sunlight came in through the window, it must be late in the morning. Weirdly Ronja was not laying down in her bed but was is some kind of kneeling position on top of the bed cover
Elyn panted hard, each exhale exhasperating her discomfort, the inside of her plate helm already slick with condensation, her face dripping with sweat. Don’t think just act