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One day my friend Andrew called me over and said that his wife Samantha had given him a birthday present and he wanted to show it to me
One of the best things about being in charge at work, is you get to hire employees. One of our staff members moved to another part of the country, so we needed someone new. Several people applied, but it was quite obvious from the start that Samantha had the upper hand
In and out, the slick suction and glossy lips dragging. The sweet smell of lilac and wildflowers floating on the breeze. A dangerous shuddering in the base of my spine. The sensations rose. Her throat working hard, working at a task so intimate, it can't be divulged
my name is Rahul kumar and I am 19 years old 5’6” tall and have a sporty body. This is a incident that happened when I was in the 9 standard when I was 15 years old. Just around this time I learned about sex masturbation and all that. I used to masturbate regularly



Day two started off with Gary finally able to get some proper rest. He woke up with a cheer in his step and a smile on his face instead of the usual frowns and misgivings, actually happy to be alive for once



Day Nine: After School “This way ladies,” Jessica called over her shoulder as she walked down the dimly lit hallway. I adjusted the tie on my robe as I walked, tightening it around my waist. The Spa’s lounge had a couple of women in it, all in various states of undress


Friday The hot Summer's sun shines brightly upon my sleeping face, prompting me to awake as my mother slowly walks toward me and gently shakes my shoulder, "Come on, honey, wake up. You don't want to be late for school



Wild Side by DDWArd© revised by DinoMagick (I did not write this story, only revised it and made some minor grammatical changes to make it easier to read. I added a little to the ending, but the majority of the story belongs to DDWArd and Asylumchild



Day Three : Evening “Bend over the kitchen table.” My Daddy’s order echoed in my head. Repeating over and over as I nervously walked over to the waist high table. I looked at him and he nodded, his face still a filled with annoyance



This is a true story and also my first story so please comment and if you like it I will write more :) I am 5' 6" with long brown hair that is naturally curly but usually straightened, medium toned skin that gets pretty tanned in the summer and big hazel-brown eyes



The names have all been changed, including mine, to protect the not so innocent. If you want to read more about my history and how this all got started, read the prologue and chapters 1 and 2. Chapter 3 “What the FUCK are you doing here?” Sandra screamed at me



After selling my mother’s ass to a neighbor for $1000, people might be wondering how I came to that situation and why I would do it. It was an easy decision, I hate my mother and I hold her responsible for breaking up our family and ruining the life we had
. My name is Rohan I myself am just an average teenager. I’m 5’ 7” with an average build.. I have been measured at 6.5” & it is 2.5” thick the story happened with my mom’s sister at her home on my 12th standard summer vacation . Now let me tell you about my Aunty Tanisha



Previously in “International Espionage, An Insider’s Tale” The principal character is the story Mr G is Deputy Director of the UK Secret Service (SIS). He has been assigned to intercept two Iranian female terrorists enroute to London to help carry out a major terrorist attach



--There is some truth in every lie. Tiffany/Cindy I Dave and Cindy had, ironically, met at a church function. Her husband, Tim, would often help out with the Youth Group because his younger brother, Dan, was a member, and Tim didn’t have much else to do on Sunday evenings