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Marina awoke with the sunlight in her face, streaming into the window through her chocolate colored silky hair, shimmering in on her young 18 year old perky tits. she loved to wake up with a bright new day ahead of her
My twin nieces are 7 years younger than me. They are both very nice, friendly and grew up in a typical, upper-class family environment. During their childhood they met and became friends with many other sets of twins - bonding and sharing stories of life as a twin
Brian's neighbor knocked on his door one morning. He answered it a little sleepily, but when he saw who it was, he straighten up a little and met the man's eye. “Good morning, sir.” Brian said. “Good morning, Brian.” Brad replied, smiling
“it's just a fiction. Please don't even think to solve your problems in this way .Kids can't pay for adult's mistakes” English isn't my mother language so I hope you will forgive me about grammars and word's errors. Andrew woke up in his bed



The end of the school year was growing near. Brad, Jen, Liz and I were all studying for exams during the week and heading out to the bars on the weekend to relax. Brad was still blissfully unaware of the games of ‘truth or dare’ that Jen, Liz and I were playing
Internet Classified Chronicles By E. Y. Toad I dream of cocks often. Big cocks, small cocks, white cocks, black cocks and brown cocks. Circumcised, uncircumcised, soft, hard, fat and skinny



The Concert I’m Will, I just graduated college with five of my best friends. We all got our degrees in theatre and had plans to move to California eventually
Saturday morning. Rain lightly tapping the bedroom window. Together. Each other, in a sideways embrace. No obstruction to the electrical contact between their bare skins as they slide against each other ever so gently



I can see the moon shining through the window. I follow its rays until they settle on your gentle curves. Your hips push up against the sheets and your bare shoulders are being kissed by the night air
We were in Tampa for our grandfather’s funeral. It had been a long day at the memorial and now our parents were gone somewhere. We had a two-bedroom suite at the hotel, one bedroom for me and dad, the other for mom and Tara, my sister
I woke up early. So early that I had 45 minutes before my alarm went off. Tao was lying on her side, with her blue fringe toward me. Happy birthday to me, Eris. I sprang out of bed then ran to the bathroom for a shower
This is a continuation of the "Playing Dare with Sis" and "Training my Sister Kayleigh" Stories. While I suppose this story can be a stand alone, character development as well as certain terminology will definitely be better understood if the previous series are read first
copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 Low grey storm clouds were scudding across the sky above the slate roofs of the ‘New Town’ district of Edinburgh
Hey, guys. Thanks for reading. This is my first story. Please, lemme know how you like it! Thanks! :') also, as is my first, please excuse typos/mistakes. But lemme know ! — “Don’t be scared,” he said in a rush of air as he reached down and pursed his pillowy lips



My name is Unit 9. You may wonder why my name is a simple number and if you are willing to hear my story I can explain much more than that. It began on my nineteenth birthday. I had been a soldier in what was the Earth Armed Forces. Things were much simpler at the time