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***** The Contest was to make a Panto using a Fairy Tale. As an American I really don't understand the concept of a panto but with any luck I made an enjoyable story. There is very little in the way of explicit sex in this story though I tried to make it as suggestive as possible
The need, the physical yearning for anonymity struck hard. It sent her on two trains to a suburb she’d never been before, and then it sent her to a bar. She sat there on her own, drinking cider on an empty stomach, it didn’t take long for her to start unraveling
“Go on now, go. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Julie shooed her brother away and Enoch sighed as he continued to make his way home. He hated it, living in Grasmere. The people here were nice enough, sure, but he missed everyone from back home
Thanks to my dirty wife for the inspiration for this story and for being just ever so dirty :) Do you want more as I am sure there is more stuff we could get Fiona et al to do? The doorbell chimed again and that was quickly followed by a sharp knock on the door


Two friends kidnapped Ann and her best friend Kylie where tied down in a small damp room, their collars were connected to a leach and a metal ring on the wall and their hands were bound together behind their backs. Ann’s muscles were sore and painful



Tina was in taking a long, hot bath. She felt sticky from the hot sun and all of the fun that she had been having. She thought back to all she had done since she had gotten there. She had been busy. She had met a few great guys, as well as being with her man, David


This story is about 75% fiction and 25% true experiences. I'll leave it to you to figure out which is which ****************************************************************************************************************** Let me introduce myself. My name is Dr. William L



Mom had recently died. A heart attack took her at 63. She never remarried after dad died and lived with me and my wife, Gloria



Another dreadfully long minute passed as I stared at the clock in the changing room. Being in my line of work, the working hours were from late at night to early in the morning. I was waiting for the clock to hit 5am for the shift to end
This story is a fictional fantasy and hasn't really happenedyet. I am basically a fat loser and have no friends at school. There is one other kid I talk to and I pretty much hate him too



Andrea Frost had waited for and dreamed of this day, her parents trusted her enough to go away for a weekend together, leaving her home alone



The sing reads, „You are now leaving the USA.” Some guy with a big gun approached me. He was hiding his face with a mask and wore heavy body armor. Obviously, he’s been one of the guards that make sure the police stays outside the zone. “Why do you want to enter CHOP?” he asked
When I saw the name on the court docket, followed by a meeting notice from Sandy, my Paralegal, or para, I did a double-take. Then checked again. Yes, it was David Brewer on the docket, & Jordynn Perry wanting to meet


*****Disclaimer: This story is one of my darker ones, with strong non-consent themes. It's also just a fantasy, and the acts in this story I do not condone or support in real life
So a little bit about me, Today, I'm a mortician / funeral director that operates our family's Mortuary and cemetery. I'm 5 foot 7, approximately 114 pounds with long raven black hair and glasses, I'm married in a polygamist marriage ( not Mormon)