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Going for it I’m fucking hungry. All I’ve had to eat in the past 48 hours is some sugary bullshit from a packy convenience store


PROGENITOR By Haramiru Disclaimer: This is an original work of erotic science fiction. No characters were modeled after any actual people, other peoples' characters, settings, etc. The characters and plot are the property of the author



I was groggy and tired, my eyes were finding it really hard to focus and my body felt kind of numb. I scanned the room through half opened eyes trying to see if I could register anything, but nothing,I hadn't a clue where I was or who's bed I was in or why I was even in bed



That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the morning if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary to happen, I would have shrugged and said no



Chapter One I've been here for five years. Many have proven incapable of surviving this long. They lose their minds and succumb to the insanities they are labeled. They are defined by their insanities and are slaves to them



The Breeders Life 3: Molded Working for Stephen made for an interesting life, when I wasn't being bent over a table or worse as it turned out. The job itself kept me busy and it paid well. I'm not the pay had much to do with the job of being secretary and more to do with..
Pre-Dick-ament The cold air from the cracked window woke her from her sleep. The slightest disturbance of noise or light would often wake Fiona from her sleep. This was particularly annoying because it always took her so long to fall asleep in the first place


Dian Watson is a self proclaimed flirt. She’s never considered herself a saint and has had her share of sexual partners, especially when she was younger, but she wouldn’t consider herself a slut either. She does occasionally fantasize about hooking up with random guys she flirts with



Chapter Four Her dad's tongue was deep in her clit, licking her labia and tasting her juices. Her own fatheran atheltic, tall, prudish businessmanwas rapidly eating her out, making her feel better than she had ever felt..



Lily stirred uncomfortably, and realised she had rolled over onto her stomach. Still half asleep, she groaned as she felt the stiffness of a troubled night settle into her bones, and shooting pains run from her neck to the bottom of her spine



Walking in my house from a run, my tight pink sports bra was restricting to my C-cup boobs. My ass needed some fresh air also. Running my hands through my long blonde hair, my blue eyes twinkle



I was on spring break from college with some friends. Two of my good friends, including my roommate at the time, his girlfriend and 3 of her friends were all staying at our condo. The place we were staying at in Florida was crazy. We were drinking all day every day. It was a lot of fun



Morgan lay there quivering as the two bucks squared off. She took in every detail, the smells of the moist autumn dirt, the bucks unusual striping, the gray on the older buck, the gritty texture of the leaves against her hands as she began to sneak away



Her giggles slowly turned into moans as she continued to trace little circles on her clit. I felt the cool air against my dick, sending shivers down my spine making my cock twitch. She brought her hand back to her nipples and let out a squeak of joy



Druids Ordeal – Chapter 4 by E.Y. Toad I stood in the hallway outside the gnomes room, tying to work up the courage to knock. I knew what I had to do; I was the 'entertainment' for the five gnome brothers tonight