Hardcore - Page 145



First off, I’m not using any names for obvious reasons, and also please excuse any typos – I’m usually pretty pedantic about grammar, but I’m typing with one hand



June 1, 1944, Salisbury England “Johnson! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” That was Sergeant Thomas, my platoon sergeant; he’s always trying to find one of us goldbricking



Previously: When Evan Weiss was fifteen years old, he created a cure for Alzheimer's. His cure was quickly stolen by a large corporation taking advantage of Evan's discovery
Victoria was getting drilled by Kyle on Wednesday morning, his huge dick buried deep in her ass while he pawed her juicy tits. "Oh fuck yeah!" she cried, Kyle fucking her even harder


As far back as he could remember, he had heard them


Reclining on the balcony of her rented condo, looking out over the ocean at first light in the eastern sky, Marsha had now been awake for 24 straight hours. Last evening's activities started at the rehearsal for her nephew Donnie's wedding
I had gone over to Amsterdam for a “dirty weekend” but I hadn’t made out at the clubs that evening, so around midnight, I decided to finish up at a sleazy side-street cinema
by Gail Holmes “You just have to try harder, if your father finds that you’re slipping behind he’ll go ballistic, you know how much he’s paying out at the moment, and if he thinks it’s being wasted!” Kerry looked up from the table, she knew her mother meant well
Au Star wars universe where Senator Padme Amidala never met Anakin Skywalker and is instead protected by a young Sith who saved her when Naboo was taken by Nute Gunray and became her protector and guardian



She was on a mission, already having taken down most of the prowlers around the camp. She had her orders and she was focused on the goal. Death from the shadows, something she trained hard to achieve turned her into a silent yet efficient killer



Breeding station By Homealone_447 Valerie was the rookie of the exploration team. They left her behind to take care of the mothership while the rest of her crew landed on the planet to explore an abandoned space station
I sit beside you on your double bed as you type on a naughty forum, you cannot see me or hear me, I am naught but a thought; a fantasy flittering through your mind



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



“I can’t believe you’re asking me this?” Paula implied. “Will you do it then?” Ricky quizzed. Paula had been going out with Ricky for just under a week, he was every girls dream; she wanted to hang onto him at all costs; at the moment she was the envy of all her friends



"alohamora" Draco whispered, the latch on the cabinet coming open, the glass panel door swinging open. Reaching in he pulled out a time turner, wrapping the long golden chain about his hand he quickly stashes it in his pocket and exits McGonagalls office before he's seen