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First off, I'm looking for an editor. Someone who can correct my errors, tell me where to add more, take parts out, ect. I'm not married to my words, just the story I'm trying to tell



Alexa sat beside Derek, each of them in a separate folding chair, with her body pivoted and leaning as she jerked him off. Alexa is a high school senior and Derek is a Sophomore
Chapter Three My New Stomping Grounds THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, AND ALL OF THE CHARACTERS PORTRAYED HEREIN ARE OF 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER. I had crossed a line with my sister, Jordan. But I swore to myself that I wouldn't take it any further
I sit in the hotel room patiently awaiting her arrival. I just fixed myself another line of cocaine, powdered courage. Adrenaline is making my body shiver from anticipation as if the room is too cold. There's a light knock at the door
I figured the night could only get better. I sat down a little bit later than Shauna did, back at the table. She only sat there with a smile on her face. And as i kept staring at her, my cock started getting hard again. I took my eyes off of her and looked around the table



Woeful Iscandar: a plane of existence deep in the Abyss Gorflkk was trying his best to please his mistress, but was having a somewhat difficult time of it as she stood in one of her bedchamber's enormous windows and cast her gaze across the foreboding landscape of Woeful Iscandar



Author's Note: Not related to Part 1, this is its own separate story. Fitness Model Moms 2 Chapter 1 “Mmm, damn woman, that feels good,” Amy said, lying topless on her tummy in her bedroom



nts of last night began to unfold… at first I felt a pang of guilt but I remembered how much I enjoyed it, I remembered her warm mouth enslaving my dick, I remembered my cum trickling down her chin and falling down her blouse, I remembered that final smile, oh how much I really wanted more to happen



I am twenty years old and for the past year or so I have been living on my own. When I graduated high school my parents gave me the option of either working with my dad in his office or leaving the nest and making my own way. I chose to leave
Karen didn't normally get any time off, being her mums career etc, but she did spend the odd night at mine, but for her birthday, we had agreed to go and spend a few nights alone together in a hotel. I left my car at hers and we walked with our back packs to Diss train station
Once again I bring you the written copy of a more recent interracial adventure. Just like before, I love receiving mail from all of you and if you don’t get a reply from me the first time, hell, write me again. A little background for this story: It happen one night last summer
Sharing Cindy Chapter 12 I put the phone uptight against my ear and struggled to hear what was happening. I could make out some hard slapping noises and the occasional moan and grunt. Every so often I caught a voice, sometimes it was a female, sometimes it was male



Author's Note 1:These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy
It was 10:00 pm.. A warm April night. A friday. And Will was stuck in his house, instead of being with Lydia. He felt like hitting himself in the face with a shoe or something, being so frustrated at his stupid decision
WARNING:THIS STORY IS COMPLETE FICTION. NONE OF IT IS REAL. Emily Sears -shop lifter Emily made her way into one of her favorite lingerie stores in Los Angeles having a date tonight she figured she was going to need something special