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The Devil's Pact, The Tyrant's Daughter Copyright 2015 Chapter Four: Flotsam Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Tuesday, August 11th, 2071 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sierra Nevada, CA Pain flared as I tumbled down the Truckee river



is a remake of a true story the first one had a lot of trouble getting it to post and had to edit it like 7 times for some reason and I was never really happy with what was posted so I finely going to try again hope you like the closer to the real deal that happened to me
Kishimoto is da man and owner of the Naruto series. - Here’s the long chapter I promised even thought I didn’t get that much reviews on the last one. I hope you’ll love it. - Sorry if there are any mistakes
I opened the big metal door, leading to the flight deck. I could still feel the jet wash from the plane that just took off. I crossed the flight deck to the helicopter. I put on the head phones and tossed my gear on the seat next to me. I gave the pilot, the thumbs up



This is the third and final part of my story with Fred at public school. After the wild night I experienced (part 2), things quietened down for a while. Fred had seen me come and I got the impression that he saw what he wanted to see, albeit with a bit of fun at the same time



My Partner and I have been dating almost two years and have been talking about spicing things up with another woman. Lets set the scene. I’m 170cm tall, green/brown eyes with short brown hair and reasonably fit



This is my first attempt at writing straight erotica. I have never been in a mentally satisfying straight relationship in my life, so I wouldn’t exactly know or be capable of penning down my emotions and desires I would have felt if I had been with a guy



Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy


“Absolutely not, there is no way he can come and stay with us!” I shouted to my wife. “He is a convict, he is a criminal!” “Try to understand, please,” she answered with a soft voice, “he only was a teen when he made the wrong choices and this is it
Drug Addict I travel an awful lot for business and practically live in my car and in motels. I had only gotten into that particular little town that very morning. I had already met with my contacts, concluded all of my business, and had settled in for a peaceful night



ile surfing the internet I’ve always known it existed but thought that it was mostly a European beach thing but realized that there are nudist places in the USA I decided the check online to see if there were any nearby I was shocked to discover that three nude beaches were within two hours of me



Ariela smirked contentedly as she sat on her Throne, it wasn’t as impressive or ornate as she would’ve preferred, but needs must and sometimes it was just impractical to bring a truly befitting throne out on a conquest



I made up my mind, I was going to go back to the most special place for myself and my father and that was the tennis club. I hadn’t been back there for a few weeks since my dad died because of a drunk driver



My name is Taylor. I’m 21……in high school I was a running back on the football team. I was 5’9” 190 lbs. pretty well built with dirty blond medium length hair blue eyes and not a care in the world


Ok, I noticed my first story got low rankings. Now, I want to ask you guys how I could improve. Feel free to tell me or suggest anything I could do to make my stories more enjoyable for you. I would gladly accept any help or advice you’d give me