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So here I was standing in a tight pressed crowd of an open air festival. I never heard of any band which was supposed to play here. Most of them were rather unknown indie bands which were insiders' tips within the scene
It was cold, it had been warm when she had left the house that afternoon, but now that it had started to grow dark, the chill really set in. She felt underdressed, exposed. It had been a long day, she was tired and could feel the slight haze of alcohol
Long before the week passed, the last memories of Garret leaked. Aside from the feelings, it was all I had to remember that night: An experience that lit a little candle inside of me, a tiny flame that burned in me, causing me to fall asleep fantasizing about doing it again



Author’s note: This one gets a little weird. I implore you to read until the end. Everything will make sense at the end. You’ll see. Edited by: Todger65 Self Fulfilling Nightmare Chapter 1 Mi’elle arched her back, her blue eyes rolling into the back of her head
When I was young I lived with my mom and grandparents as my father had taken off when I was a baby. When I was 10 my mom and I moved out because my mother and grandpa would fight about her dating



*This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living in the past or present is purely coincidental.* The CCD stood for “Community Center Dance”, which was exactly what it sounded like
Here's a small account of how I got my sister. I didn't really mean for it to happen, it just wound up that way. I will blame a little alcohol. Here is a little about us. My sister (Dee) and I live with my mom. The parents have been divorced since we entered out teen years
I had Amanda brush her teeth and get into her nighties, then helped her into her bed. I took a tentative step towards the door as if I were leaving, but when I looked back she seemed to be asleep. I knelt down next to her bed. “Hey, Amanda.” I shook her gently. No response



Matty feels the cold tiles of the wall as Mikey presses his weight onto her with every rough thrust. Her skirt has slid completely up around her waist. Her pink blouse lays open, revealing her heaving chest, tits bouncing in coordination with Mikey’s rhythm



My Dumb Sister Chapter 3 By llamaman Tommy knew that he would have to be careful at school to not get caught being inappropriate with his sister, but there was no way he was going to be able to wait until after school to have her again



Suddenly a joyous sound greeted Rachel's ears. The high pitched 'beep beep' of the oven timer. She let out a sigh of relief. Her half hour was over. Her whole body was in agony but she had made it through. She looked up at her tormentor



Bzzzzzz! Bzzzzz! “Uououhhhhhhh….” I feel so sore and exhausted. I’ve never felt this drained before. I make a measly attempt to swat at the alarm clock. Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Fumbling around, my hand finally connects with the off button. I roll over and nearly fall out of bed
Tegan slipped into the shower as Yeong was leaving, exchanging a polite greeting in the hall as Brandon escorted her out. She seemed to be in better spirits than their previous encounter and she assumed that whatever her and Brandon had discussed had gone well



New Jock Tales---The Beginning, Pt 2 It was now Thursday of week one of pre-season training. Coach asked me how it was going, to which I told him I think it's good. It's a slow process at first, but by the third week, it will pick up really fast



The doorbell chimed loudly as I sat in the living room, accompanied by Mom and Elizabeth. Usually, we’d be fucking like animals right about now, but we just sat, watching some bland TV show like a regular, boring family