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The Artist ~ Chapter one ~ My daughter comes to stay ~ I’d always been an artist, ever since school l had loved to draw and paint. Mom got me my first easel and water color set of paints
Fbailey story number 191 Horror Movies It was a dark and rainy night. Our parents were away for the week and we were supposed to be home alone. As you know…kids will be kids. I called up two of my friends and Donna called up some of her friends


This is part two of a story. If you haven’t read part one you may like to do so before you read this. As with part one, this story is fictional. It involves sexual acts between a 12 and 14 year old brother and sister which includes peeing
My younger sister Angie and I rarely got along growing up. She and my little brother were always much closer. When my brother moved to his dad’s house, it got even worse, and I think she blamed me for it. But when I was 18 and she was 16, things changed
POV: Kate I lied down on the bed. "Wow, Lil and Maria are like sexual angels. I just great sex with them yesterday and I feel like I'm having the biggest hangover of my life. I can still walk, but they warped my mind. I feel completely depleted, and I can barely think straight too
This wasn’t the type of party Steven would usually find himself on a Saturday night, but he was having a good time so far. He spotted his brother across the patio and excused himself from his conversation with the group of old guys who were giving him golf tips



I can not remember a time where my biological mother was not using one drug or another. I remember being hungry a lot and learning how to get food from school and other kids and neighbors and even the trash sometimes
Fbailey story number 826 Marching Band My Ass My daughter wanted to join the marching band. It was not a school event but a town run activity for our children to help keep them off the streets and to help prevent them from getting into trouble
It was the week before school broke up for the summer and Ryan was walking home with his friends as they were filled with excitement at the warm weather as well as the prospect of summer holidays. The boys chatted amongst themselves not taking note of anything or anyone around them



Dark Recesses: Sinful Six Preface What follows is a story of excess. It’s raunchy, incestuous, and parts of it are downright depraved. But thankfully, it’s my story, and it’s a representation of the dirty visions that are playing in my head



When I was 15 I moved in with my mom who had married a nice guy named Tim. He had two daughters who were twins. They lived with their mom. My mom told me that they visited every summer and they would be here in a week



Dr. Vladimir Alucard, a well renowned professor in the field of archeology. Many of his students, both male and female, have crushes on him, most foregoing subtlety and openly fawning over him not to mention the female teachers and other faculty or staff
It was 1:30 in the morning and I was walking down the hall towards the TV room when I saw the lights flashing from the TV set through the glass door. I couldn’t sleep and figured I’d treat myself to some late night blue movie but my plan soon changed as I found my sister in the room
When Todd walked in for breakfast today, I wanted to crawl under the table and take him in my mouth. But with our mom sitting there, I had to push the urge down. I would sneak glances at him and, when mom was reading the paper, he would wink at me



INTRODUCTION My name is Emily Davis and I am a high school girl from Wisconsin. I live with my mother Hannah, sister Evelyn, half-brother Liam, and stepfather Oliver, who I and my sister call dad, in a 2-bedroom apartment. My biological father left mum when I was one year old