Fiction - Page 35
Chapter 1 Miley sat spacing out as her teacher droned on. It was her final year of high school, only a month remained, and she couldn't be happier to get out of the place
Fbailey story number 261 Kimberly From North Dakota When a pretty girl suddenly appears on my dead end street I take notice. She had on a tight white top and equally tight black shorts. She was a teenager too
The Teacher's Conference by Lubrican Author’s Note: While I’ve been married to one for 30 years, I cannot claim to understand women. This, however, is my attempt to tell a story primarily from a woman’s perspective. Please go easy on me ladies
I'm Christian. I'm your typical 15 year old - clean wavy hair, growing pubes, and horny all the time. I also happen to be the biggest fan of Stranger things (you know, that netflix show everyone is talking about). Because of that show that I realized I was gay



The Slaver Gets His Wish Chapter 9 The Auction My original plan was to finish out the evening with midnight horseback riding, but banshee was falling asleep on her feet. As she dressed, I paid the bill and said my goodbyes to my fellow trainers



Chapter Two I had returned home from the cove after watching Amber join Jackie and their friends below. I wasn’t interested in gazing at the girls down on the rock ledge any more that day. I had plenty of images in my head already that I needed to sort out
Billy was walking around his room in only his tighty-whiteys. Suddenly, his mother pushed open his door coming in, holding a laundry basket. “Doing laundry, Billy
Hello my name is Sha'Kia, I'm 41 years old, and I live in Los Angeles, California. For a woman in her early forties I don't consider myself bad looking. In fact I still get hit on every now and again. I am a short, skinny, well built, African American
*Chapter 7* It looked like we had decided to keep Susie, at least for the time being. It would be fun turning her into our slave and making her pay for all the evil things she had done down on Earth
Ivy flies to the mansion unsure if she would find what she needed. She puts up a telepathic block to stop prying minds. She heads to the main office, she knows they are in there having a meeting, not expecting, smirking she enters. Logan stands, ready to fight



Car Accident I was sixteen years old and running away from home. My parents pissed me off so I left. I was somewhere in Pennsylvania at the time, out in the boondocks, and at this rinky-dink ‘Gas Station.’ It wasn’t even a ‘Convenience Store’ like we have back home
Copyright 2018 by tcs1963 I edited and rewrote some lines in this story. This story was written to see if there are genres that I can write that I have no experience in, and make it real enough for people to enjoy. I was surprised at how well people received my story



Chapter 7 - Anal Ashley Madison finally sees every part of her sister’s body. As far as I know, nobody played with each other for a few days after that. We were all busy with work or school so we just weren’t all available at the same time
I'm an independent woman who had a bad childhood. My Mom didn't handle my dad's death very well. First she turned to drugs and then to a boyfriend who controlled and exploited her. When I got a little older he exploited us both, if you know what I mean



My Mistress looked on as three of her gorgeous, naked handmaidens made the final adjustments. One of them, a cute little brunet who couldn’t have been over 18 years old with the body of a voluptuous cherub, snugly inflated the watertight seal around my neck