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Wesley stood outside the front door of his new house, contemplating not going inside at all. He had lived with his mom in a rundown apartment ever since her divorce from his father



(Hello! This is my first story. I was inspired by a guy who also wrote stories her



Part One. Ruben lives in a small town in England with his Two parents and his Brother, Jake. He is a shy and innocent young boy, blonde hair, blue eyes, slim and has one of the cutest faces I have ever seen



“Every fairy tale has a bloody lining.” -Alice Hoffman *** "Mirror, mirror, on the wall…" "What's that, mother?" The Queen turned away from the glass. Her stepdaughter sat at the tower window, embroidery in her lap, looking puzzled
The Girl Next Door Chapter 1 Cum Right Over I’ve always enjoyed house sitting for my friends and it is nice to have a change in the setting and a break in the normal routine. My name is Jennifer and I am married to an amazing man named Cyrus



Hello all. This is my first story so forgive for mistakes. I am swati 21 year old. Asian girl with 38DD-28-38 figure. This is the story about how i lose my virginity with my boyfriend. I was 13 then. My classmate vishal proposed me. I like him too so i accepted it



“A surfeiting of terror soon makes terror a cliché.” -Richard Matheson, “I Am Legend” *** Dora’s ghost and Jill’s ghost left the basement at midnight, dragging chains all the way up the apartment building’s thirteen floors. The chains were Dora’s idea
This is a true story of my time with one of my wife's friends. I have changed the names for the reasons you would think. It takes place in the year 2011. She is 66, about 5'2" maybe shorter, about 105 soaking wet. She was a bleach blonde hair with tiny tits, which i love



“Fold.” “Shit.” The guys and I had been playing poker in the den for only an hour and I was low on funds, I couldn’t believe it, I was on a losing streak. “Clairy, come bring daddy a beer.” I said, summoning my daughter over



Jonathan stared into Lana's eyes then did a double take, what the hell was he seeing deep in her eyes? Grabbing him tighter she held him as if her life depended on it, to her it almost did
A little help for her friend The ass end of urban blight sped by as the commuter train headed south, down the San Francisco peninsula. It was all a blur as my mind drifted on auto-pilot, the commute home always helps me recharge and purge my mind of the work day
this is my very first storysoo let me know what you think My name is Jonathan, and this is my story, I’m seventeen years old, 5 7” 58 kg brown sandy hair and brown eyes and I have more than average looks but I’m kinda shy and tend to mainly hang out with my two best friends



My mother Anne was a rather average-looking woman. Her hair was brown, short and curly, and she had a pear-shaped body with wide hips. Her breasts were hanging low and they had huge dark areolas. Right now mom’s wide cellulite-ridden ass was up
It was 4 months after my 16th birthday when my older sister and I were told to sit for a family meeting. Family meetings were common and most of the time were some form of educational session



I am mid thirties, tall, slim, large breasts, short brown hair. I manage an office of giddy sexually inexperienced young girls. They drive me mad, not only their attitude to work but their attitude to sex