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How Traditions Start – part 2 An original story by Starrynight Enjoy: Molly watched her mother and brother enter the guest bedroom, close the door behind them and heard them lock it



Student of Massage “It’s now or never!” I thought as I stubbed out my fourth cigarette then drained the final dregs of my third cup of coffee of the hour
My neighborhood is composed mostly that of people who work, so I don’t know many of the people. One day while I was doing my daily walk I saw a new family moving in a few blocks from my house. I stopped to chat and welcome them to the area


Young Fern Part two Last weekend Fern came to breakfast and we became closer as friends and neighbors. I was sitting on the back deck as I do having a morning coffee and this morning I was naked and soaking up the Sun
Lindsey chapter twelve. The week dragged on and on with no weekend. The guys were exhausted come that Friday. We had managed to build the the parts in record time and I shipped them air freight to insure the customer was happy



Alternative Reality 2 In our last story Becky and her new friend Sherry where hanging out while wasting time so they didn’t have to go home. Becky had just told Sherry how her dad raped her at the age of ten



When you live in a small complex of apartments like Cassy does, you know that the communal laundry room is awkward if you have to share
My name is Tammy, and these stories will take you through my childhood and how the sexual events of my childhood shaped the person I am today. Some of these stories will offend the sensibilities of some, but are likely to appeal to others
Sue is recently separated from her husband who offered little sensual pleasure, she met Chris sometime ago and a friendship grew into a realisation that they needed each other. Chris is over 10 years older than Sue and has been showing her the more sensual, arousal side of love making



Pete started his porn company with three cameras and a few lacrosse team jocks that wanted to reel in easy puss. Those Bang Bus dudes nailed cheap bitches all the time and made millions. Pete knew he could do that



The sun went down. Lenore crawled from her shallow grave, listless and hungry. At the same time, Baron Latos rose from the coffin in his castle crypt, driven from the dreamless sleep of death by a most unholy craving


When Morals Blur An Original Story by Starrynight Chapter 1 Life was good, or so Liam thought as he relaxed on his father's new 50-foot yacht. It was a warm sunny day and Liam had a cold beer in his hand while he let the warm sun caress him with his eyes closed
**This is the first story I’ve written… I have more in my head if it is enjoyed** Chapter 1 The young girl sat nervously in the office chair
My Weekend With A Virgin CHAPTER ONE At 30,000 feet, you have all the time you need for reflection. One stewardess, oh wait, flight attendant if being politically correct, a shapely blonde with come hither eyes, asked why I was grinning like a Cheshire cat



This series has grown well past any point I could have imagined when I first started writing it a couple of weeks ago. It has grown into this monster that is now dictating to me what it wants to say and the direction it wants to go in