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adopted part 5 Margaret stood at the kitchen counter the next morning, smiling as she prepared the tuna salad sandwich that her nephew would take to school

This is a fictional about a white wife cheating with a black man. If that type of story doesn't appeal to you, simply don't read it. There is some light incest here too. Introduction My sister, Trish, and I were enjoying a post-sex bath together

This is my first time writing, hope you like it. Sorry if its a bit too long, part 2 will be more action packed, i promise! PART 1 It was such a hot day in a typical Australian summer. The sky was blue as the ocean and I'm relieved today is swimming lesson for my class

Chapter 13 - Aunt Jackie’s friend My weekend with Shannon had been amazing. We engaged in all sorts of exciting sexual exploits, but after she was called in to a late night meeting Sunday, I decided to head home

“Come on loser, you gotta do what I want” my sister Tia taunted me. We’d bet on the World Cup; I was confident that my team was going to win so I bet my younger sister who liked the other team

( is mention of Dreamer‘s Realm) Chapter 1 - New pain but a New Beginning All was silent in the cottage as Jerek stood out of his queen bed and looked himself in the full length crystal mirror

The World's First Futa – Futa's Naughty Jobs Chapter One: Futa's First Hot Game Show By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 I was still riding the emotional high of declaring to the world just how much I loved my young wife

"What the hell?" I thought. My cold, just barely sipped from, beer was in my lap. My shorts clinging to me. My brand new perfectly fitted white shorts were clinging to me. "Fuck. Why don't I wear underwear more often?" I snapped at myself

I haven't written in years so forgive me please creative writing class was a long time ago, this story was written after I watched a anima show on Netflix

Chapter 1 “Cumslut Revealed" Anyone who meets Amanda thinks she is a very beautiful, intelligent woman with high personal standards and a serious attitude to life

Harry Potter and the power of the Peverells. Chapter 2 The power in a picture Harry lay in his bed with his new book resting on his knees thinking of Rebecca, and Rebecca's body. In fact he could just imagine her being in the same room, on top of him

Becky could not wait to design her character and see how close the game would make it look like her. She had bought and downloaded the new interactive game everyone was talking about called, "Horrorween"

Who would have thought? I certainly didn’t. I grew up in an era where you did not play with yourself. Not good girls and boys. So all these years, I never masturbated. Sometime around my fifty-third birthday, I just happened to wake up horny as all hell

One night while sitting around a campfire, I was wondering what it would be like to be a girl. I was wondering what masturbating would feel like, I had heard that girls could have more powerful and more plentiful orgasms

Lily Landrey’s ship, trailing fire and smoke, smashed through the tree canopy and impacted the surface of VGG-904, a ring of dirty snow erupting all around the crash site

Chapter 1. Dreaming of her boyfriend. A usual family that consisted of three persons moved from a small town into a big city. They were Clair, Tom and their 15-years-old daughter Kate. The life in the big city was much harder that they had ever expected

I'm a guy, tall, athletically build, and was in my mid-thirties at the time this took place. If you're looking for a story full of sex and such, don't bother reading further

Feeding Petunia by Lubrican Bob Davis was in trouble, and it was real trouble. His cock was stiff and he was getting a blow job of sorts, but not by choice and not the kind of blow job he wanted maybe not the kind of blowjob he could even survive

The following story is real with one exception, I have changed the names of those involved. While I was at secondary school, Year 9 onwards (age 13-16) I had weak legs so every PE lesson I only had three choices; swimming, gymnastics or the weights room

CHAPTER EIGHT As I drove Anita to school the next morning, she seemed a bit different like she was holding a secret. I was a little concerned and her wild lovemaking the previous afternoon seemed like a good place to start. “Can I ask you something,” I started