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PART TWO POV: Nikolai I hadn't been thinking when I bit into her neck. The consequences just didn't seem as important as my burning need to know what she tasted like, to have her blood inside me

“Adventures with my Daughter 2” Part Two: We get to know each other better. Saturday morning came early for us both. I admit to a little apprehension due to what had taken place the evening before, but Pammy was having none of that

The Dungeon Bitch Jane was a well-endowed woman, who looked good in anything she wore. With long lanky legs and a nice firm butt. She made heads turn every day wherever she would go. One day while sitting with some friends having coffee at an outdoor coffee shop

I woke up. I looked at my alarm clock. 7 AM. Today was the day. Today was the day when I would execute my plan. Ever since that day, when Anna had walked into the bathroom and said it never happened, I knew I had to get back at her

The Imperfect Storm, Chapter 4 (The Sister Bitches turned out to all be bi-sexual because, you know, that happens in the real world. A lot. Trust me. Anyway Trent has bagged them all, and now is looking for a new job.) I got home from a long day on Monday night

Standing in the shower, a small wave of anxiety washed over me. My eyes shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first place. This meeting, rendezvous, get-together, date, whatever you want to call it, was only a half hour away

She couldn't remember the first time that she'd been horrified at her arousal in the thought of itHad chastised herself for being crazed..

From the last story I looked over at Katy, who was also straightened up and ready to go back out. I looked at the card and it said 'Conyards Rare Books' with her name and a phone number. Interesting. "C'mon. Let's see what the others are up to and head home." "Yes, Master

PLEASE NOTE: THIS MAY OR MAY NOT REFECT THE VIEWS OF THE WRITER NOTE: I DO KNOW THE ENGLISH SUCKS, NO NEED TO TELL ME, LOL. I SUCK AT WRITING. Hi everyone, it’s me again, Jake. If you don’t remember me, I’ll help remind you

A while ago, my high school debate team went to a debate conference at a college. We go to a few of these each year, and the conference lasts a few days

It was summer, although in Connemara, Galway, Ireland that only meant slightly less drizzle than other times of the year. The wind buffeted the the small collection of houses affectionately referred to by my family as The Village

Recently published as Unknown because of my mistakenow it's back and I have more on the way! Sorry, it's in a series form, but that's the only way I have time to write. This is a slow building story

Andre managed to run out of Jasmine’s house without drawing any attention. He continued to walk home to grab stuff for his history project with Lila. Even though they were done, he knew it’d be suspicious if they asked about it. He approached her house and rang the doorbell

My resistance breaks down and I teach Trigger to lick me. My friend Monica comes to visit and Trigger licks her too. Later I visit Monica and watch as her dog Tyson lick and then mate with her. Could I also become a bitch? I found it hard to concentrate the next day at work

Missy Rides Missy and Nancy walked slowly and mostly silently, the long way, to their houses after school. It was the weekend and Missy was stalling; she didn’t want to go straight home. She was grounded, again