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The sunlight is all too bright and dazzling in some bit of way. The forest is this immense and gigantic, embellished and bedecked beautifully and amazingly wonderful to the very last core and degree

I saw the cyclist from quite a long way back on the straight country road. As I got closer I was fascinated by the movement of the cyclist's buttocks moving in rhythm with the legs and pedals

I want to start out by saying that ALL of my stories are written for my best friend Monica. They all were specifically written for her and I'm now sharing them as she believes they're worthy of being posted. It’s 10AM and my alarm is singing its awful wake up call

May wasn't sure just how long “Daddy” as she now referred to him as let her sleep, but she woke in her dark room somehow feeling like a weight had been lifted from her shoulder last night

Hamish and Hilary were very much in love. They had met on their university course three years ago. Now they were living happily together in a modest house that they had bought

Jennifer Smith couldn't wait to get home. The assistent sales-director got a phone call from her husband Tim during the day and she'd been feeling giddy ever since. It was a long working day, but Tim's phonecall really made her feel better

I found a much better rewritten version of this story once online, and regretted erasing it from my computer. Here's the origanal written by someone else.I take no credit it for this, but thought many of you might like it

OSAKA AWAKENING 2-THE VILLAIN HOTARU The slapping of flesh roused me from my blank dreams,I could hear the moans and the shaking of the bed as an orgy started where I lay

Sheila walks into the lobby, she is tired, and yet, she still has a meeting this evening with a woman sent by her boss. This woman is to be Sheila-s assistant a.k.a. the Body Guard .. Sheila shakes her head..

Jenna stands over me, her curves making her already domineering presence loom that much larger. My cock sits limply between my legs as I kneel before her, a sign of my inferiority. Books on feminism, gynarchy, and female superiority sit on her bookshelf

Rick woke to find himself naked and alone in the middle of what appeared to him to be an A-Team encampment. He recognized the encompassing mountainous terrain as being very similar to that of the central highlands, a geographical region around Pleiku in the former Republic of Viet-Nam

Amy led me by the hand down the hall, swaying as she walked. I could tell she had been drinking. I shot one final glance back towards the main bedroom and heard the sounds of men laughing; my dad and Tony were clearly having fun with my mom

Bridgette felt as if she were blushing from head to toe as she crawled into the livingroom. In the heat of the moment, with Dustin standing over her, it had been so easy to agree to be his slut. Obeying his every whim had seemed natural to her

I woke up on Sunday with Kathy’s words from the night before echoing endlessly in my head. It was now beginning to sink in that I was actually going to spend an entire week as a slut, sucking whatever cocks Kathy and Ron told me to

I do not not know when i first started having sexual desires for younger girls, but for whatever reason it happenend.Around my 10th birthday i started experimenting a little with masturbation

The Voices in my Head 1 My name is John Stevens. I'm nineteen years old, six feet tall with a slender build, blond hair, and pale blue eyes. Overall, I'm a pretty normal guy except that I'm diabetic

When you awake, you’re not sure how long it’s been since we had sex – maybe an hour or more, as many of the candles have burnt out and it’s a lot darker. The room of the holiday-cabin seems to be filled with vague, flickering shapes of blackness

The World's First Futa – Futa's Wild Presidency Chapter Four: Futa's First Sensual Contest By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “For the next year or so, you had a good string of diplomatic success,” Adelia said as we neared the end of our interview on my life

Six-Mile High Club Ch. 9 (final chapter) As Michael had not planed for anything fancy on his vacation, he wore a nice shirt and a pair of black slacks, with a tie; that his Dad had given him. It went well with his shirt

8 months later down the long road: February 2015 It's the middle of February and I’m walking down Bourbon Street. Seems Mardi Gras is in full swing as the locals and tourist are yelling and cheering. My thoughts go to the last 8 months of all that I have learned and done