Fantasy - Page 184
** This is a sequel to "Mandy and Me: Part 1." This story was written in a first person POV to help the story make a bit more sense.** The following morning is a school day. It's already 9:00 am and I'm stuck in second period with Mr. Rose
The last year if my life has been a disaster



I feel this needs to be said - This is a complete work of fiction, the characters and circumstances are not real. Also, if you liked my story, please up-vote it. If you didn't like it, go ahead and vote but leave a comment as to why. Everyone could use constructive criticism
“Hey boys, gather around, I have a story to tell you,” I say as I walk in the bar and order a drink. I was out late last night, as usual, looking for open windows or back doors



Please rate and comment Prior: Memorial Day – soldier return Mary cut off the main trail toward the old picnic grove. I couldn’t figure why she took this route until I saw her head to the old washroom building. She stopped by the door
The following is true and is happening now. I know my writing needs some work and perhaps as this story continues in my life my writing will improve. About ten years ago I became sexually attracted to my mother


I’m a 19 years old bitch. A cruel, dominant, lesbian bitch. If you’ve read the account of my first “adventure” with a married woman, you’ll already know I’m a nasty piece of work and how I did what I did
I was walking through a very weird sex store, and when I turned a connor of the store I saw a bowl of condoms and i started to laugh. I picked one up to read it, and it said "Batman always saves the day". I laughed a little, but then a guy came up behind me, and scared me
My new ship was an old P&O Liner converted to a Submarine repair ship in Rosyth dockyard H.M.S
It had been a long night. I had been talking to someone new. He was a realtor full of ideas and empty model homes to execute them in. one of which was to suspend me with rope from the stair case railing



Being a twin has its advantages, growing up you always have someone to play with and now as a teen you still have someone to “play” with. Before I continue I should explain the kind of relationship me and my sister have
Frankie was Vanessa's first love. They were both only 16 years old, and had recently discovered the pleasures of sex. "Do you have any idea how much I love you? " Frankie asked Vanessa one day after smoking a few joints at his house
"Hey baby, how was the first day?" I asked, as my girlfriend, Selena Gomez, walked in through the door. Selena and I had been dating for four years now. We just in together after dating for a year. She is currently filming for a music video in LA



This is part two of a story originally posted here on June 16. 2011, involving a near-immortal man who calls himself John Smith, and a young woman he re-names Azelia after he takes her as his life-mate. They are members of the clan of Us, a race of beings somewhat like vampires
Erica's first toy. I decided to break in Erica's first toy session with my choice of the various speculums I had purchased. I set the three different sized toys out and called Erica in from outside. I led Erica into the kitchen where I had set up my equipment