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“What the hell do you mean I have to kiss her? I don’t see that in my script!” “I had the screenwriters put in a love scene, kissing, necking, lovemaking, all the fun stuff



Thank you for taking a shot reading my story
sented to him but even yet he might have prevailed had he judged the weight of the shot properly, but he aimed for my head where eight inches higher might have done for me, and instead slowed by the sleeve of my stout leather jerkin the ball merely pierced my upper arm in an explosion of utter agony


It had been two days since Carl had been fucked by Heath spent those two days in his room trying to recover from the brutal fucking Racial slurs you are warned ------- I had to get out of this fucking place school would be the last place but it was better than this place



Let me know what you think and also you can help me with the part three. I welcome any suggestions. Thanks for reading my story. Barnes & Noble Girl, Part II It was the alarm clock that had interrupted her sleep. She woke up and managed to disable the alarm



Part II. Their next visit came quickly. Clara hadn’t expected that she would deny herself as per the Priests instructions but she found herself fearful that he would find out if she did otherwise
I still went to see Mum every other day. I thought it was right that her and Dad should have time on their own
Meeting the Boss I love reading these stories and always wanted to have an experience worthy of submitting. Before I get started let me introduce myself. My name is Kellie



This is a direct continuation of chapter 1. Enjoy! ***** Audrey lay there on me for a few seconds, regaining her strength before grabbing her clothes off the floor and heading out of the kitchen and to her room



WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
Jaya Caught in a Water Fight Written By Mr. Mongo (Notice: all the characters in this story are eighteen or over



Perfect! I thought as I walked home. It was my last school team baseball practice and from the last day of school
S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support) by DiscipleN "H-hello. My name is Claire McBice, and I have been under my son's control for nearly two weeks." It's hard to take a breath after introducing myself
She lasted 8 days, on day 9 she put on a short skirt, halter neck top and headed over to the office. Mike and Wes were there and feigned surprise to see Sue
Raya got out of her shower wrapping a towel around her body. She had a hot steamy shower every night, getting refreshed, it gave her a sense of cleanliness, as if the hot steam, and hot water melted away the weight of the world from her shoulders