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CHAPTER 1: A NEW BEGINNING September, 2005 I rubbed my eyes and stared out at the open road ahead of me, Kings of Leon was on the stereo and my window was open just a crack to let in fresh air
A Malibu suburb, 7:15pm. A meeting of the members of the Zulu Society was in order. The Zulu society was a private club for Black men (and some women) in the area. The base of operations was an expensive piece of real estate overlooking the Hills



My mom and dad split up a couple of years ago. From what I heard it was about sex. Dad was not man enough to keep Mom happy and after 17 years she eventually got fed up and let him know that he wasn't big enough or good enough and she was sick of faking it so he left



I opened the front door and walked through the entryway, “Hello?…Caroline?” I paused and listened for a moment; a tree branch knocked against the living room window in a metronome like beat, tap…tap…tap. No other sound could be heard
Adventures in Surat of a Young man with his neighbours and other females- 3 The story is by one of my friend Montu Kumar starts around the year-2011-12, around 7-8 years back from the present time. He become friend with me during a fashion show in Delhi.



**Owned by a Young Stud - Blackmail - Part 4** Jenny stood up, having just finished getting throatfucked by Bo. She raised her hand to her lip, wiping away a bit of saliva, and moved to smooth down her outfit



This is my absolute first attempt at writing any erotica, so I am posting this looking for a bit of feedback from you guys and girls, on whether or not I should continue trying to write, or abandon the effort. I understand there are a number of grammar errors, so forgive me there



Driving home, Lisa was ecstatic. She’d just had the kinkiest, most satisfying sexual experience of her life, and she couldn’t wait to tell Kim about it. Unfortunately she’d promised Mr. Evans she’d keep it a secret
I travel often for business, so when I told my girlfriend I had to go to Vegas the middle of the following week she was glad to hear that it was only for one night. It was now Monday evening and as usual, Kelly (my girlfriend) and I were not getting along very well



Tyler laid on his bed smoking a cigarette wondering how he was going to manage to pay for the entire week if he kept losing money like this. It was only his first night in Vegas and yet he had already lost a grand, some way to kick off the week



Sorry for any typos. Just a reminder: Light of Hellfire has been published, and the updated version, Hellsteel, features all new characters, monsters, and themes, and has an overall much deeper storyline. You can find it on Amazon


Grandma's Secret Earlier this month, my grandmother passed away in her sleep. Nan had been only 66 years old when she died, but it hadn't happened unexpectedly
This is a true story from my past. I dont embelllish my stories with huge cocks and balloon tits. This happened to me some time ago and it seems like only yesterday. I was married but spent most of my effort seeing a woman who was about 14 years younger than I am



Ivy met the Novas in the foyer of their home. She spoke quietly. “Elsie’s on my phone on the couch. Brie’s asleep in her bed. She passed out on stage.” “Passed out?” Warrick asked, concerned. “She’s okay.” Ivy reassured him



The day of the interview was the beginning of a spiral that seemed to have no end. Midday, and Olivia Carr strode into the office of the most prestigious magazines CEO