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NOTE: The guy in the story never does fuck the girls. You might want to read another story if that is your only desire. Snow Storm Here in the Adirondack Mountains of New York we are certainly used to harsh winters and heavy snowfalls

This was a 1,000 word competition entry

**** I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY. AL USSA DID

Chapter Two - Capturing The Victims Once we arrived at the house, I pulled her out and onto the hot pavement. I dragged her body up the stairs, into the house and into the basement. Once there, I threw her in a jail cell and walked into the main room. "Sorry about that Greg

Futa Daughter's Naughty Temptation Chapter Three: Futa-Mommy's Hot Temptation By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Spice the Futa-Demon watched Sky Marlow step out of her house, her big dick tenting the front of her hastily donned Sunday dress

Alex threw open the door to their shitty little apartment, marched into their shitty little bathroom, and took a shower: absolutely determined to wash away all the shitty little reminders of the walmart night shift. Dawn didn’t notice. Or she pretended not to notice

My name is Vanessa. I am a thirty-year-old woman who recently lost her beloved husband to a war overseas. I recently moved to Washington state to this old house in the country, which was previously owned by an elderly woman who, can I say is a shut-in

To my loyal fans, the new addition Light of Hellfire is now available on amazon! The new version is called Hellsteel, and is twice as long with new characters, new breeds of monsters, a different ending, and a much deeper storyline

“Mom, I’m done, can I be excused?” Sophie didn’t wait for an answer before grabbing Becky upstairs. “I don’t want to do this anymore, Soph.” Becky said unconvincingly as they sat on Sophie bed. “If it feels good, why not?” Sophie argued

Editing Reality Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed Chapter One: Editing Protection By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. The game is turning interesting. The malaise is falling away. That pleases me to hear, Most High

Rose woke up first and realized it hadn’t been a dream. Here she was in the bed with the 16 year old babysitter Jenny and her husband. She could hardly believe the things she had forced them to do after noticing their attraction towards one another

Chapter 12 THE TRAINING TAPE IMPROVED The next day when Claire got to work, she went straight to Michael’s office and pulled off her panties. ‘Thank you, twat,’ said Michael. ‘Now put your training phallus in. I think you should be wearing it at work too

Me, My Girlfriend and Her Best Friend: Part Four – Day Three MARCH 2007 The sun had been up for almost two hours before I woke up on the floor of the living room. The cobwebs in my head cleared as I registered where I was

It was hot on the SS Tipton. Really hot. The giant cruise ship was currently slowly cruising along the quite waters of the Caribbean Sea, where the sun beat down on the sky deck of the ship with a relentless, burning heat. For Cody Martin, the sun was especially hot

CLUB SEX 2 – The 20yo Well here I am again, at the club waiting for the show to start. You can feel the anticipation from everyone as they get ready for what he hoped would be another great show. I made sure to look around and take note of any girl that happen to look my way

Trump paced a circle around the Oval Office it was 6:00am and he had managed a half hour snooze on the way back to the White House. He was used to getting little to no sleep, when he was on the campaign trail there were weeks where he survived on as little as ten hours sleep

Dinner Party Aftermath My wife and I had just moved into the neighbourhood a few weeks before. After getting to meet and know the neighbours somewhat, we were invited to a dinner party at one of their homes

Samone was a young black girl of 22. Her mother had died while she was in high school. She now lived with her sister, Trish, and her father. It was a very hard time for all three. Not long after her mother’s death, her father began drinking. A lot

Another one dead, and papers had given the murderer a name, but no one was using it yet. The police still called him "The Whitechapel killer," and the people on the streets called him just "the killer." Nothing more was needed