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We flirted shamelessly that summer. She was earning some cash before she headed off to college that fall and her uncle, who worked as a supervisor in the shipping department, had arranged this job for her
Another few days passed, putting Cait’s Chariot about a quarter of the way along the projected route through the affectionately named dead zone


The day started off like any other for Megan, she woke up at five in the morning when her alarm blared. She sat up and let the blankets fall to her waist exposing her perky double d’s. Megan reached down beside her bed and grabbed a lacy pink bra and panties
The Staff Meeting “Ah Casey, come in come in.” Charles Andrews, headmaster of Birchly hall private school waved Cassandra Lynx forward. “You are a little late.” Cassandra walked into the staff meeting room and closed the door behind her
This story is based on true events, changes have been made to protect the innocent. Even if he doesn't want to admit it happened, I will
Teddy gets burned Chandra looked frantically about the small windowless room she’d just entered, fleeing from Teddy, her abusive boyfriend. She locked the door she’d just entered through and saw there were two more doors, one opposite where she’d entered and another to her left
Sarah walked toward room 110 with an anxious knot in her stomach



The acrid smoke swirled and twisted as it poured from her nostrils. Olga absentmindedly puffed at her cheap, bitter cigarette, her lips streaked with wrinkles from decades of smoking



I AM NUMBER 69 The heat waves shimmered in the distance, inexorably rising off the sand in an unmerciful display of mother nature's authority. In the midst of the chaos of Dubai, the recovery truck was nowhere to be found



This is an episode of how my lover M seduced a beautician working in their beauty parlour, which was being run in the basement of the house. This young girl was 20 yrs old and engaged to be married soon


I shared this fantasy on a Group Discussion Board when asked. Enjoy! I am heavily involved in search and rescue operations in the back county



My name is Mike; I’m the manager of a pub and have a lot of young staff working for me. I’m 40 and married but like to flirt with the young girls at work. It’s normally just a bit of banter but sometimes there are girls who like to flirt more than others. Sophie was one of these girls
It was Friday December 23, and the boss just dumped a pile of paper work on my desk to get done before our year-end in 8 days. I was hoping to take a few days off over the Christmas week, but guess not now. As I sorted through the paper work some of it was insurance stuff
It was a boring party and neither of them wanted to be there. One of those out of town things that is expected because of business or social expectations



This story is a work of fiction. Like most of my stories, the basic scenario is one suggested by a friend of mine