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Her warm skin on my cold wet flesh felt good, but I tried to think with my big head. I stood at a loss for words She abruptly let go with her hug, and with a super perky and excited voice asked “Do ya’ trust me!” I guess I really had to, so I nodded yes


By seven o clock the next morning we’d packed up most of our possessions that couldn’t easily be replaced in to three suitcases and headed in to the town centre



A little bit about me. I got the idea to write this from an old picture of me winning my award which is detailed in the story. Background; My father was not very nice. I hated him he was verbally and physical abusive. He would always put me down



Kelly and I had been together on and off since I was 16 and she was 15. We lost our virginity to each other, and though we had a couple other partners each in high school, we got back together our senior year, and have been together ever since



Nancy stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a large soft towel, splashed on some perfume and used the mirror to put on her make-up and fix her hair. Then she walked into her bedroom naked and picked up a lacy pink baby doll nighty



From the files of Dr Marie Lyndon. Patient GS: T 05/08/14 Interesting case. Delusional. Possibly self-deluded, possibly schizophrenia. Delusion comes in the form of being told by ‘voice’ (non-recurring) that he has been given infinite power over the humans of Earth



It would help if you read the previous chapter of this story



Tyler woke up, albeit shot up, from his sleeping state. He looked over at the invading sound, his alarm clock, and turned it off, seeing that it was 6:45. It was Monday, and that meant school started at 8, and with a 15-20 minute drive, he liked to leave the house at 7:30
This I am experimental piece of fiction I have been working on - I am hoping to combine a compelling science fiction saga with adult elements. This will be a slow burn at first but likely take a sharp turn into hardcore elements exploring a broad variety of themes



Hyannis We arrived before midnight. The fairgrounds were well lit. Rather than sleep in Bobby M.’s van once again, I asked if I could set-up tonight. Bobby M. thought I had a good idea
Chapter Ten: The Kind Client Angel rolled over to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was ten in the morning. She had only slept seven hours, but she felt fairly rested. She sat up with a groan, her body creaked and cracked. She looked around at the room



copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011 The pretty young secretary sat astride an office chair, her hands tightly gripping its arm-rests, her legs spread wide apart, her short grey skirt rucked up around her waist and her lacy red panties dangling loosely from one of her ankles
Losing my wife to the a car accident was the worse day of my life. Hit by a drunk trucker who I personally felt like he didn't get sentenced enough time. To make things worse I am the one who has to prep her body



Story is inspired by characters from John persons though story is way different than the comics. No racism is approved by the author. Chapter one Craig and Jenny



This is part 2 of my series, that I've been developing. I've tried to address some of the issues that have been pointed out in the comments. Please continue to leave your helpful feedback. Hope you all enjoy. I apologize ahead of time for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. I try