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INN and OUT A Young Boy's Fantasy Brought To A Darker Light When I was a young boy around the age of seven, I worked with my father run a small Inn just outside of the city

Misty Walker answered the phone before her mother could get it. She was sixteen, but she acted as if she was an adult, or at least she liked to think so. “Hello?” she said. Her mother looked at her. “Who is it?” she asked. “This is she

First, let me introduce you to the main character…Natalie Kosher. Natalie is 15 years old, she has strawberry blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. She stands 5’4 and is slim, athletic built. Her breasts are size 34, perfectly shaped, and she has ass, perfect ass

David I was Mommy’s only child. We lived together in a house outside of town. I took the school bus to school. My earliest memories are of Mommy holding me and speaking softly. I don’t remember what she said, but I remember how wonderful I felt

Chapter Six Three Months Later Katie groaned as she pulled her black gown on over her pregnant belly. She was only three months, but it was enough to show. People were constantly talking about her, wondering who the baby's daddy was

She was 15. I was 23. I first saw her running around their yard with her little brother. She had on a frilly bikini and even then her voluptuousness showed. She was sexy. She was cute. She had long light brown hair and a tiny waist set off by a high, round ass

Aruni knew very little about the world. She knew what she learned up until the fourth grade, and to her, that felt like an awful lot. She knew how to spell all of the states, what a verb is, and multiplication tables. She knew how to work the DVD player, and how to jump rope to 137

"Did you enjoy her, Peter?" Linda asked quietly as she traced a perfectly manicured finger over Edyn's nipple. The captain was unsure how to answer this question. Linda could be possessive and often flew into jealous rages

SIERRA The moans and screams of my teenage daughter flow from her open bedroom window and into the backyard. The neighbors give me amused expressions while I hurriedly run to the back door and fumble with the keys

Hey, there. Part 6 - “Heart-shaped” If you want more chapters, vote and comment. I’m heavily influenced by what readers think of my stories and how they should follow

WARNING: THIS STORY DOES NOT HAVE ANY SEX AND HAS SOMEONE GRUESOMELY DIE If you're not into that than turn back now. It's my first story about a personal fetish of mine. So it's gonna have lots of grammatical errors and such

The Chauffeur (#61) A Shooting By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 It had been several weeks since we have heard of the Russian guys as well as Horowitz and his band of criminals. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any issues, even if they were not confirmed

Jack was enjoying teaching his all female art class. Half the women were over 60, wealthy widows all, but they seemed to enjoy his instruction and his innocent flirtation. the younger students were typical residents of this elite suburb. Attractive wealthy housewives

Tiffany awoke on the couch. She wasn’t sure if that was all real, but the pain all over her body and the collar on her neck reminded her that it was. Everything was sore from the previous night’s events, or was it the previous day’s? She had no way to tell

Billy Williams was my best friend at that time and we were virtually inseparable. Billy was a few month’s younger than me, tall and slender, with fairly long, light brown hair. We’d pal around and do all kinds of things together