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*********************************************************************** I turned 16 in April, and after I received a letter from the Federal Government. It stated that, I was now eligible for the youth student allowance called “AUSTUDY



Editing Reality Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created Part Nine: A Special Tool By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. James Davies I groggily rose from sleep, unable to ignore my bladder any longer



THE HUNGER THE HUNGER My body was telling me I needed to start planning dinner. I don't need to eat the way you might. I sustain my life with fluids, but my race always calls it The Hunger. My life-mate and I were the last of our line on this continent
A lot of truly gorgeous women have graduated from my college. I guess we get enough applications that we can add beauty as a criterion for admission. The beauty of the women at my school has always impressed me, and I love the skimpy dress that they wear in our warm weather



I grew up on a large West Texas ranch the son of a real ranch hand (cowboy). I lost my virginity to my older by two years step cousin when I was fourteen years of age. That was my first experience with bondage. She and her family visited my family on the ranch



Bi-Curious? Not anymore. Okay, so you have read the title and it has caused you to see what the story is about I guess. So, without further ado, I will relate the details as follows: Let’s say I’m in my later forties
Sharing Cindy Chapter 34 “Cindy’s New Job and the Men She Meets” Thank to the many of you who have been in contact with me through these stories
*Author's Note-I do not own Naruto, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. Sequel to Desert Oasis. Hope you guys enjoy. Sorry it took me so long to post, quite a long time actually, but here it is. WARNING-This is part 2, if you haven’t read part one, go and do it. Part one is Desert Oasis



My perfect little life I wake up early,it's 6.30am monday morning.I glance out the window,noticing although it's sunny,there's a few dark cloud'creeping over.I stretch my body and my arm's out to have a big yawn



If you didn't read my first story, My Fantasy, I basically found an older guy to fullfill my fantasies. Also from the first story, I'd instructed Bill to record our "fun



THE GANG The gang started with four memebers, 3 black and one white. All four met 10 years ago when they worked at McDonald's, and now they were all managers of different ranks, and had become good friends
Things between me and my sister changed after that night. For the first couple days she didnt speak to me and then afterwords wouldnt look me in the eye as she talked to me. I was worried that she would tell our parents and I begged her not to



I was twenty when I first met Kayly. Far away from home at college, in desperate need of money. In this economy of course, jobs are few and far between, and jobs that are friendly to college hours are even harder to find. It was my room mate who mentioned Kayly to me



Camp Greenpines is still tucked away in the woods of Northern California, an hour outside of Sacramento. It’s part of a family of camps, owned by the Outdoor Adventures company, that are geared towards getting high schoolers out of cities and into new experiences
My older sister Emma always seemed to have everything I didn't, so when our older brother Henry started sneaking into her room at night, my jealousy hit an all time high. Henry was sort of the pride and joy of our family