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Rachael stared at her own reflection.To say she was amazed would be an understatement.She looked exactly like the woman in the picture on the wall behind her.Exact dirty blonde hairs,blue eyes and long slender legs



Chapter 1 The dirty little bastard. The little prick. I'll kill the dirty shit. Cut his balls off. What a little bastard. Oh, you think I'm mad? Oh, no, I'm just getting started. I'll have his balls on my key chain. Little bastard. Okay, look, I know how teens are



Stewardess Cindy Ch 5 – Humour & Satire Original story by Frankel Cindy stood in the aisle waiting to do the new safety instructions as the plane prepared to take off. The new instructions were very complicated and she was worried that she would not remember them all



I walked from my bedroom following the sounds. Moaning, grunts, sexual sounds. It was raining outside, but somehow I was wet. Entering the living room I saw a man's head leaning back over the sofa. He was the one moaning. In front of him was a woman sucking his cock. She looked at me
FAMILY VACATION :2 I was in bed spooned up against my sister when I felt someone tugging at my shoulder. I opened my eyes and realized it was morning, the sunlight coming in through the window
The following happened in my senior year at Catholic school. It was the first day of school and I entered my homeroom class. My classmates were huddled into little groups, talking about what they did during summer



I arched my back, and began checking myself out. I was 17 back then, and extremely well fit. I was 5'6, about 112, maybe 115lbs, with perfect D34 breasts



I am 24 and live near the ocean and love my single life. I never want to get married because the women in my neighborhood are to good to give up. I'm still in pretty good shape. I still have my athletic frame from high school. I am 6ft 4in and work on cars for a living



Tess was ecstatic to be settled into her own apartment. She had grown up in a small town, and had been looking forward to finally living in a bigger city. After finishing two years at a local community college, she had packed her things and made the big move



She was well rested when they entered. Although she was still completely naked and there was no top sheet on the bed, the room was pleasantly warm and relaxing


Carla and I left the office. I was caring my shoes. Carla said she wanted to shower with me. She told me she had already had 4 clients this morning and with tips had made $1200. She wanted my help and advice about money. We got to the apartment and went straight into the shower
This is a first attempt at a story. Please comment on what you thought This story involves young teen girls and incest. If this is not your bag then please find a different story It is a complete work of fiction and does not relate to any specific persons
Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter Twelve: Fucking the Futa Ghost By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 My joyful night had turned to ash. Hangetsu, the great Kami of change and transformation, took an entire cycle of the moon to remake me
It’s a beautiful spring morning and you wake early to the sunlight streaming in through your windows, you stretch and rub the sleep from your eyes, turn over and glance at the bedside clock hoping it’s not too early, but it reads 5.30am ! Oh god you think I wont go back to sleep now
This story is fictional and is only meant for entertainment purposes.ENJOYYY! My first sexual experience I was 16, horny and single – not a good mix! Although I was attractive with short blonde hair, a toned body and deep blue eye, I had never had sex or a real relationship