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Day Fourteen I woke the day after the barbecue and immediately groaned. My whole body hurt, again. I carefully stretched it, enjoying the feel of the silky sheets against my skin. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, 11:37am



It was an overcast and mild day in mid-June many years ago and I was just nineteen. I was staying at my uncle’s farm to help him out a bit as well as take a little time to figure out my plans for the future



Chapter Thirty-Seven BROCK “Please!” The elf scout screamed. “I don’t understand why you’re complaining,” I said as I loaded him into the trebuchet, “I’m returning you to your army.” “Hold on to this tightly, Imperial, and don’t release it too soon
Andy Wackerman was hanging out on the steps of the high school one afternoon, waiting for his mother to come pick him up, since he'd had chess club this afternoon



Jack was pissed off. Again. Once again his Chinese employer had cheated him. Not only was his pay late, again, but the bastard had invented some bullshit deductions. Jack was ticked. He had been in China just six months and gone through three employers
John waited until the house was quiet, then eased out of his sick bed and drew on a pair of thin PJ bottoms. His sisters had gone off to school and his mother had just left for work


Fbailey story number 699 My Tits Are Bigger My wife and I were at her tenth high school reunion. We got married right after college that was four years ago. We did not have children, so we spent most of our time working and working out
Ok, because this story is realised close to Valentines day, I decided to release a Valentines day story. This story begins as Alex, a 15 year old boy who is 5' 11" and lives in a small, but well populated town, goes to school on the week of Valentines day
Last night had been amazing, thought Erica as she drove her black BMW towards home, and her waiting husband
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a bit more straightforward than some of the other stuff I've written, and was totally inspired by the ex-wife of a good friend of mine. Look for more stuff from me soon that contains deeper mind control themes, some with a bit of a sci-fi edge to them
The Orion sector, Rito III, 3158 GST (Galactic Standard Time) Reginald Ravensblade, Harpist of Time, sat idly watching the roulette wheel spin as the small gold ball travelled around in the opposite direction waiting to find its home
This is the first time I've ever done anything like this. I'm usually not a bar person, but at 30, and still a virgin, I figured, what do I have to lose. I wasn't very popular with the guys. At least not with the ones I was interested in. I usually ended up with geeks and losers



If you do not believe in young boy material this is not a story for you. Please give me feed back as this is my first story. Hi, I'm Charlie. I'm a 14 year old boy with brown hair. I'm 5"4" and reasonably skinny
Draft I’m taking you back, once more to my schooldays. When I was between the ages of 17 and 18 or thereabouts, I was in what was known at my school as the sixth form



My Pretty Little Slaves – Chapter 11 – Super Bowl trip, Laurie's homecoming and Ben Jr