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The next morning I woke up, forgetting about the night before. When I arrived at school, the first person I saw getting off the bus was Davy. My heart froze. He glanced in my direction and did a double take when he realized it was me. He smiled and waved, and I waved back



JackassTales…Tale # 67 …Readers; this is an entry in a Calling All Writers challenge. I am not usually a writer of ‘dark’ tales, yet the subject of this challenge is a gloomy, foggy picture with a lone woman walking through empty streets



At the age of seventeen I was in the middle of my latter years of high school. Over the course of the year loads of guys and girls had been losing their virginities, it wasn’t fair
I wake up, suddenly, in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. I run my fingers through my jet black hair as I try to bring my breathing down to a normal level. It’s the same recurring dream. Who am I kidding? It’s not a dream - it’s a goddamn nightmare



The story of toothpick My name is john Tucker and in all the years of my life, I have no history of romance. My sweetheart is my right hand. Why you ask? Because I have a big problem, well I guess you can say a small problem (pun intended). You see I was born with a small dick
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The story begins with my girlfriend acting different, I'd only ever wanted to give her everything; it wasn't mean't to be



I have never been too close to my sister Ashleigh; she just never seemed to have much time for me. I never had a problem with her, but if she wanted to ignore me, that was her business. She was outgoing and fun, but she just never had much time for me
The car sparked to life and we drove out front, just like a normal, not-hiding-anything-kind-of person would have done. I saw Tasha wave and smile and then we bounced onto the road. A full, excruciating minute passed before Tasha announced



(An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter One: The Slut Coaches the Twin Sisters By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! “I think we should put our beds here, onee-chan,” my twin sister Kimiko said, her round face pointing at the right side of the room



“SPEECH” ‘THOUGHT’ KYUUBI <SECTION ONE> Naruto felt the heat as Sasuke slid in and out of his ass moaning his name. He was so close
COUSINS –OUR STORY – Chapter 4 Romance, incest, male/female, softcore (not in this chapter) This story is a biography, based on fact (as best as I can remember – events that were unexpected, special and unforgettable) with interwoven fiction
Thank you for your comments. I left off telling the story just around 12:30 in the afternoon. Karl and Rashid had just had their way with me in the basement. I lay on the thin blue pad, exhausted and somewhat dazed
The world had changed much in the last 150 years. Fueled by socialist ideology and ultra-radical feminism, the Army of Social Justice began to use violence to turn the U.S into a female-led socialist empire
This story has a lot of background, so readers can get a better understanding as to how close these two were, and how close they would become. If you just want to read the sex part of the story, scroll down and look for the *, that is where it begins. Growing up wasn't too hard
Chapter Two “Oh God, I love riding you like this!” My beautiful fiance Isabella was seated on top of me, grinding her clit on my groin. Her big, beautiful brown eyes were boring into me. She was sitting up, rocking back and forth and up and down, covering me with her wetness