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I drove the black limo right up to the door as I had every day for the past two weeks, I got out and held the door as my clients came out, the main characters form the T.V show “Two of a Kind”. Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen followed by Christopher Sieber and Sally Wheeler



This all started over waffles, well that necessarily isn’t true. I’ve wanted to fuck my mother ever since I hit puberty. But it was more than that. I wanted to dominate her force her into being my cock sleeve, my fuck meat
Clara slowly came to her senses. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her skin. The petite girl nervously opened her eyes. Where was she this time? Clara was horrified to discover that she was naked again, tied down to a cold metal platform
Teen Burglar Part 1 By JIMMY 07/05/12 Mark awoke to the sound of breaking glass. The 5 foot 10 Italian stud arose immediately. He didn’t have to think, listen, or take the time to wake fully. His house had burglar bars on all the windows and doors with one exception
HAPPY BIRTHDAY My name is Josh. My father runs this town. Well, he controls everything that happens here, but he aint exactly an elected official, if you get what I mean. Nothing happens here that he doesn’t have a say in, so I have grown up almost as royalty here
"What the fuck, Alexa!?!" Kaitlyn said knocking hard on the door to Alexa's dressing room. Alexa nervously opened the door a little before Kaitlyn forced her way inside pushing Alexa in the process. "You knee'd me hard in the face during our match you idiot!" Kaitlyn said
The next night Jessica stood naked before Angus, trembling. The bruises on her body made him pause momentarily, but then he remembered the lesson he’d been trying to teach her about her place, her role, her lack of status



Rey wakes up firmly wrapped in a strong pair of arms. She feels calm, warm, and safe — wherever she is. Her back is up against a hard chest. She stays in dreamland for a time. Enjoying the moment. Enjoying the comfort. Before the realization, wakefulness, dawns on her



CHAPTER 12 It took about an hour to get back to Alamosa, Cody woke up as they pulled into the garage. They all got out and went in and went to the showers to completely clean themselves up



He rubbed his cock thinking of her. He knew it was wrong, and not just wrong, but fucked up. But his mind kept wandering back. Her tight little shorts, her small summery crop tops, her sweet pink lips. He'd been so lonely, years since her mother died



Meet Richard, a hardworking man just trying to start his life. A middle class man, standing about 5’10” tall. A man not much on exercise, but not a slob. Dresses in nice suits to make his coworkers respect him. A man that loves life and everything in it



Part 1: Feeding the Dog Becky kicked off her sneakers, ignoring them as they thudded into the wall. She closed the door behind her as she sat down on the edge of the bed, glancing into the full-length mirror



*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 2 She continued crying on the floor for almost an hour



Peter was swinging through Upper Queens, enjoying the bright and beautiful sunny day that had arrived. As he was swinging past a dark alley, his spider-sense started tingling. Dropping on a rooftop he looked down at the scene below



It took 3 years, but I had finally won my suit against my school. Mr. Jamison had insisted that “girls had to use a girl’s bathroom.” He had told my parents I was unnatural. I was a pervert. A slut