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The Snow Bunny A Tom and Jenna Story I was in town doing some business when I decided to call Jenna who I hadn’t talked to in a while

THE HUNGER THE HUNGER My body was telling me I needed to start planning dinner. I don't need to eat the way you might. I sustain my life with fluids, but my race always calls it The Hunger. My life-mate and I were the last of our line on this continent

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

SEX MURDER AND CRIME EPILOGE Everyone called her Kokanee. It was her nick name. Everyone had their own ‘street names’ all referred to them as. She was one of the oldest. 19 to be exact. For some one who lived on the streets for 11 years she was gorgeous

If you didn't read my first story, My Fantasy, I basically found an older guy to fullfill my fantasies. Also from the first story, I'd instructed Bill to record our "fun

Tracy and I had our schedule down pretty well. Mom left for work at about 8 AM and she drove me to college. I was going to the local community college to get my GED. Before I ran away I did okay in school

Some time ago one older lady convinced me to set up a web page with contact details and a bio so I could offer my services. She even measured my cock with a tape measure she ‘just happened to have handy’ while I had a full erection, while she was sucking me

He growls playfully in response, unlocking the Slave's chain from the wall and jerking roughly. The slave scrambles to her feet, heart aflutter with anticipation as she follows the red-marked nude form downstairs and outside

Waiting in your hotel room. Dressed in your sexy little black nighty, you lay on the bed waiting per instructions for me. Blindfold on and ready for our encounter to begin

Being a Farm Girl Isn't Easy by Heather () *** A recap of when my life changed forever. I had to cope with a strict mother, an ignorant father, and an incestuous brother. It became a lot easier to deal with it all when I found the key to happiness in our barn one day

Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet

I should start this story with a little background info. A few weeks ago my car got stolen from right in front of my apartment door. Later that day the police found the car and arrested the guys who stole it

Blondie part 2 by me It has been a couple of years since Blondie and her son started having sex with each other. During that time they have experimented with just about everything they could think of. Also during this time, Dagwood had run off with one of his secretaries

Airline Stewardess. It was a Saturday afternoon. As always I was traveling from place to place on business work. On occasions I stop by certain cities and do some sight seeing

Author's Note: Please keep in mind that I am only a writer. Because of this, it is possible that some of the military terms and regulations included in the following story are incorrect. *** Barbie Lez has always been exceptionally smart

*Warning: Contains graphic sexual violence. Doing anything to another without consent is not only wrong, it is evil. But as adults, we should realize that there is a difference between fantasy rape and real rape. Below is one of my fantasies

In medieval Japan, in the province of Yedo, there lived a young samurai named Ukyo who pined day after day for the love of the handsomely beautiful Uneme. To Ukyo, Uneme was as perfect of a man as he had ever seen

I had been in NYC for 2 weeks and had managed to escape the hands of 4 pimds so far (thank God for my period and my wits!) and was thinking of how to get away from my current one. The whole night i couldnt sleep

Foreword: We survived the hurricane and life pretty much went back to normal. My only regret was that we didn’t take any pictures that day

Dr. Olsen walked with confidence. The click of her short heeled shoes against the linoleum floor was quite noticeable in the otherwise silent hallway