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Chapter 2.- A REGULAR BORING WEEK To be honest, this week has been quite lame. Tina and me have not talked, I have not seen Sarah and I spent the week working at the cafe and preparing for coming exams



Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Five: Servants of the Sultan Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Cast of Characters Main Characters Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones
She was a manager and I was a supervisor for another department. Even though she wasn’t my immediate manager I went to her a lot for advice and instruction. Not only because she was smarter than my manager but, Jen was also more attractive


This is the next submission in an ongoing story. For author's notes and disclaimers and to be fully up to speed, please read the previous first. Readers be aware that this material contains lifestyles and sexual acts that may be a turn on for some may also be offensive others



I was painting my nails when my brother barged in. Normally he’ll knock first, but today he had a strange look in his eye. A look that suggested he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Of course, so far, no had never been my answer



It is not mine. I thought this would be a good adition Meet the Jetsons Written by and credit to wickedlibra21 The house was quiet. It was almost always quiet now. Her children were gone, attending schools on different planets



The next morning we sat at the breakfast table with the rest of the Michael’s family, trying and failing miserably to look nonchalant. My hair was a bird’s nest. It hurt to walk, but given the pounding I got last night I was just glad to be walking upright. Brian fared better
This complete story revolve around a lot of sexual themes that may be offensive to some readers. I don't mean to offend anyone so please read the themes and introductions before reading the chapters



When EJ woke me up, we were there already. “Courtney,” EJ said as he shook me a little. “We're here.” “Really?” I asked groggily. We were descending. I looked out the window and saw bright blue water. “Beautiful, right?” EJ asked as he looked out too


Little Piggy 2 - Like Mommy Little Piggy was now quite adept at sneaking in and creeping down the hallway to spy on her parents. A couple days after her last experience with her father she made her way down the hall to their bedroom



Sitting in his chair, sipping at his tea, he flicked idly over the album. It was times like this which he loved. The afternoon sun cast a mellow light onto the dusty photos lying in his lap. He smiled; his childhood was always so much fun



This is my first time I have written about this or any other sexual story. Let me start by giving you some back information on me and my cousion. It all started when we was really young. She was two years older than me
The razor sharp blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord’s throat like warm butter
My Uncle’s New Wife; Part 5 Call Me Jill “I think that’s a great idea Mrs. Johnson” I told her….. right before she kissed me. Her lips were soft against mine as her body pressed to my chest
Adventures of a Railfan Part 3 - Ann This is part 3 of my series. In this part, I take a look at my 3rd girlfriend, Ann. Even though that is not her real name. In my series, I have changed everyone's middle name to their middle name, including myself, to protect our identities