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I had just broken up with my girlfriend of two years. She just decided to up and leave one day and wasn't exaclty nice about it. She ended up cleaning out our entire apartment



Boarding School Encounter Chapter Three: Tabitha Molested by Henrietta's Pussy Tentacles By mypenname3000 Tabitha screamed. I screamed. My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our small bedroom in the Kensington Boarding School swam around me. This was impossible
Today was my first day of work at at Franklin Heights Middle School. I was a P.E. teacher while I was working towards my degree in college. I am 18 years old, and the only reason I got this job was because I was recomended by the last P.E. teacher, my dad..
CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT She knew she was in trouble when Sir caught her spying on him through the curtains. Well what do we have here, he smiled wickedly? He grabbed her by her dress and dragged her out from her hiding place. Please Sir let me go she entreated
I had been divorced and living alone for five years. The only sex I had in that time was the occasional romp in the hay with Dandy. Dandy is the name I have given to my vibrator. I named it that because that's how it works. It works just Dandy whenever I need a sexual release



This is a graphic drama, and while there is sex, it focuses more on the characters and their lives. If this is not your cup of tea, please go back to the main page. If you do read, I hope you'll read to the end before voting. Thank you



I wanted to release this one to go along with the first part. Though not chronological, reading these in order can still yield information useful later on. Such as in Volume II, shining a light on Scott's bisexuality as well as foreshadowing the events that surely potentiated it



Chapter 1: As I said, my name is Jack and I lived in southern Germany, basically at the border to Switzerland. What's to say about me as a person is, that I am 1.87m (~6 ft



THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION AND IS NOT INTENDED TO AFFEND ANY ONE PERSON IT DOES HAVE STRONG SEXUAL CONTENTS SO PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASY AFFENDED



I was sitting in my office downstairs working on some paperwork on this Friday evening in late august. It had been a tough week. I had done four funeral services so far; including 2 in one day
This is the second part of the skiing trip story. If you liked the first one you will definitely like this to. It contains much more action. If you want me to continue the story you should let me know. I apologize for the language mistakes but as I said I’m not English
A thick mist swirled around the voyeur, gently moving with the night breeze. Eerie shadows were cast by the half moon; tombstones standing black and without detail, some broken others leaning at drunken angles



Back in the 19th Century when men were men and women wore long skirts and no knickers It was late one afternoon when father called me into his study



Sirens Story: Dear Diary Its BrandiHow do i explain the lonely feeling that eats at my gut every waking moment And even my dreams are consumed with heartbreaking visions of my Well no longer my Siren When it ended my world shattered. I lay awake at night thinking of her.
I got married at 20 years old to my High-school sweetheart. Now at the age of 35 I have 2 sons, one is 4 and one is 2. I am as happy as can be. My wife is gorgeous and the boys are terrific. Both of our careers bring in a lot of money and we live very comfortably