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She bit my neck, and her venom swam through me, infecting my mind, making my knees tremble and my thighs moisten. A coldness fell into my stomach as I lost control of my limbs. I felt every ounce of my agency drift over to this tall beautiful woman
1 Proposal The four of them met up at lunchtime in the Student Union cafeteria on the following Friday and, over their food, David said ‘Jennifer, I’ve got a dare for you.’ ‘Oh, yes. What?’ ‘Come down to the seafront with me tomorrow and play a game of mini-golf
Claire finished the breakfast dishes and was on her way out the door from her upscale suburban home and into the big four wheel drive Ford Explorer. Gliding smoothly into traffic, she thought that lately shopping seemed to be her only outlet
noises coming from her older brother’s room had brought it to the attention of her parents, thinking he might be hurting himself and hoping to get the approval out of her parents that she had done something good, that she was looking out for her older brother, making sure he stayed out of harms way



Jon proceeded down the hallway, his black heels clicking softly against the polished hardwood floor. He was warm in the costume Mommy had chosen for him today, but it was nothing his thin, boyish frame couldn't absorb. He went about his chores with nary a bead of sweat on his forehead
Chapter 4 Entering the Dead Mountains ∞ There was a distinct contrast between the Dead Mountains and the rest of the terrain surrounding the black city of Messolina. Most of the terrain was green with forests and grasslands



CHAPTER SIX: BOARD OF DIRECTORS DINNER “Good evening, Sir.” Mr. Woodburn asked me to greet each of the Directors as they arrived
The evening of Amy's party had arrived and with it the realisation for Matthew Ryder that the adventure was nearing its end. The following day the flight would take him back to Manila and away from the sisters and the mother he'd grown to love in so many different ways
This story is just fiction. Any of the characters are real or facts are about something is really happened (also if I suspect many of the girls who started this, started in this way or for the same reason)
My BBC Initiation It was a warm evening in LA, I was young man and alone and seeking to find acceptance somewhere and so I had traveled to Downtown, Main St to go to an adult movie theater. This was many years before the internet



Chapter 3 Consulting Susan It had been about two months since Bobby arranged a little gang-bang just for me, fulfilling my fantasy of being fucked in all three holes—simultaneously—in a truly spectacular fashion, and I was feeling good, bouncy even



Forbidden IM The door to the little house, a hut really, was blown of its hinges and flew back into the room with the force of a defensive line man
After Carly left, I laid there trying to figure out what just happend and where it was going to go. Carly was and still is an ultimate wet dream come true and I still couldn"t believe I just fucked her in and out of the shower
My Japanese Love Part 2: The Aftermath I woke up alone in bed and looked at the close. It was 8 in the morning. Could yesterday have been a dream? Did I really have sex with Amya Yoshido after not seeing her for a couple of years? Yeah I thought to myself it was a dream
It was the end of July and I was waiting on my daughter to get home. Today was the last day of school before summer vacation starts. I was in the living room when I heard the bus pull up to the corner