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“Sarah! Get up. We’re gonna be late” I yelled into the other room. Every morning, just as late. I opened my younger sister’s door to find her still in bed, hand draped over one edge, covers askew. I pull the rest of the covers off and begin to shake her awake

CHAPTER FOUR We both slept through the night and I awoke in the morning with her still held tight to my body. I just held her, smelling her and occasionally kissing her forehead. She was stirring and I did not want her to awake alone this morning

LeeAnn had mostly moved into her new apartment, a separate second floor living space in a residential home. A male friend from work was expected to arrive to help her with the items she and her friend couldn’t manage: her queen-sized mattress, her dresser, and her couch

Revised to remove several references to underage sex. This will complete the story. CHAPTER 8 Donald went back to play baseball the following afternoon. The relieved Joey refused to pitch to him, passing the honor to another player

“No plans with the movie star today, Char?” He knew I hated it. He knew it made me shake and made my insides turn upside down when he called me that, but he did it anyway

The Reverend was angry. His blood pressure was through the roof. He knew it because he could feel the throbbing in his temples, but what could he do? Doing anything to that Walker boy meant exposing his son to shame

This is one of my early very short fiction stories which was written two years ago. I wrote it with aim for simplicity and conversational style. I am sorry about grammatical mistakes. I am 40 years old. I have a pleasant wife and a 13 year old son

Surprise 2 Counseling We arrived back home a weak before School began . Most of the town had heard about me being kidnapped. Each one of them had their own ideas of what had happened. All of them were afraid to ask

nd rain shelters but what it certainly doesn’t have is an air conditioner or even a few fans… So I’m here sitting in the classroom listening to this boring teacher who’s rambling on about WWI poetry, but no-one’s taking notes; too busy fanning themselves with their pads and folders to write anything

In my last semester of college I took a photography class. It was a class I hated because it had nothing to do with my major. I dreaded going to class and we always had stupid projects to do. The thing that mad me want to go to class was Mellissa

Jail Force Parts 1-6 By: Jimmy T Seay (malefiles.com - (m+/t oral forced jail) =========================================================================== 17 year old Brian McKee was definitely not 'jailhouse' material

We headed north, my granddaughter and I, along the Alaskan Highway towards Watson Lake where we stopped for the first night

Bev was bobbing up and down on the quarterbacks 11inch prick as the head cheerleader Tracy sucked on the hunks balls

“Get on the table,” commanded Coud. It had been a week since Karen became Coud’s slave. Her body had many marks from the torture she had received from her master. She touched the collar that Coud had given her the first day they met. She then looked up

Mark pounded into his wife from behind. Her eyes were fixed on the laptop laid on the bed in front of her. The screen shone bright, displaying the picture of Sarah he had taken earlier that day. Rachel groaned, her pussy clenched tight around him and he slapped her ass