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Diana By Gail Holmes “I assume before very much longer you’ll have to have some of this off young lady; or you’ll be sitting on it, then where will be

After the whole night session I left Neeru free for few days

like to… Introduction: From Chapter 2: But the black sensed my wakefulness, and I sensed his cock grow, and, given he was still inside me, I pulled him as I rolled to my front, and he slipped his hind legs behind me as I rose to my knees, and I gave him his natural position for a morning fuck

The New York night life was bustling as heaven and hell. From every corner you can hear the club Dj and can see the night lights. The city lanes were packed with commuters, hookers, vendors, cops and everything you can imagine of present in New York

It was a hot August day in Nevada. We sat in front a large house in an upscale gated community not too far from the city limits of Las Vegas. The lawn maintenance van we had stolen the night before worked perfectly getting us past the guard gate

When I was a teenage boy, I was something like a nerd. At least that’s what the other kids thought of me. At the age of 16, I was about 6 feet tall, blond, and very skinny. I had glasses and was quite good in school. Of course that didn’t make me popular with the girls

I cut the shoulder straps Stephanie's tank top and yanked the rest of the shirt down to her waist. She had no bra on because she was about to go to sleep when I kidnapped her, so her big healthy breasts popped out bouncing when I yanked her shirt down

She was my manager, as I was employed by a local pizza joint. My day ended, across the vista of red seats and plaid papered walls, I watched. She looked, caught my eye, and a small shaded glint hovered above a small smile, lip curling corners. I beamed one back, soft smile

Part 2 As I mentioned before, from the time I was 13 to the time I was 18 my mom and I moved three times. Because we moved a lot, and because I knew that we would be moving again, I usually did not get too attached to the neighborhood we lived in

Life story 2 -Original lemon by MISTER BIG T Due to request, I shall return to our friendly hermaphrodite! Shall there be more? I dunno, you readers decide! Good day again to those who actually care. It's me again, your friendly hermaphrodite typing

Walking into school for the first time since summer started, well… that’s not true. I’ve been here several times to play basketball in the gym over the summer. Walking into school for the first time “as a student” after a long summer break it… It feels good to be back

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

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// One day, Ricky's stomach was bothering him. He took a bromide. He was wearing a sparkly red brassiere

I strolled up to the receptionist at the airport check out. “Hello, may I see your papers?” she asked me in Russian. I handed her my passport and admired the old imperial art while she typed on her computer. “Everything checks out Mr. Thorne. Welcome to Russia

Prologue Our hero in this story is Tom, a thirty something ex soccer player, who now travels around the world picking up odd jobs for friends or people he has met over the years. He retired when he ruptured his Achilles tendon but he keeps himself in good shape