Romance - Page 260

The final months of being in High School soon was here. John and I pretty much kept to ourselves the next few months as I was about to finish High School and he was just finishing his first year of college

Hmkaylet's see Once upon a time there was a cute goth girl who believed in vampyres. A lot of her friends believed in vampyres, or at least liked to dress up like vampyres, but this girl BELIEVED in them. The way little kids BELIEVE in Santa

Chapter 4 The panties that I had worn were soaked through by the time the movie had ended. Just thinking about what we were going to do when we got back to the house

Part two of the story of Debbie and the twins. The first half here is mostly character and story line development, and it’s somewhat long. Please read “Babysitting the Twins Again” (which is part 1) for the background story. The setting here is three months later

Six-Mile High Club chapter 2 Picking up his two bags after going through customs, he made his way to the front door of the terminal. It was good to have his feet on the ground. As Michael walked out into the sunshine, he saw Miyoko's beautiful face smiling at him

Sister’s Surprise, Chapter 4 We slept in on Sunday, not waking up until nearly noon. Jessica stirred slowly next to me, cuddling up closer before finally opening her eyes. Her beautiful smile returned as she gazed at me, as I held her in my arms

I grew up in suburban California, predestined to go to college and lead one of the successful average upper middle class lifestyles that are common in the area I grew up in. I was very pretty Brunette 5’5’’ and a flawless skin tone

"What's the surprise" I said grabbing my clutch. "You" he said leading me out to the limo. Me, the hell. This man has a lot of mystery to me that shit turns me completely on. Listen to me, I swear Friday I was happily engaged and a virgin. We were off to our destination

Fbailey story number 271 Too Advanced For Her Age I’m a very smart girl. I skip grades all of the time and I got into high school when I was only ten years old

Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in hand. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the previous weeks’ works. Flashes of images and choicely cut sentences play through her mind. In one such scene, she is standing in front of her self

This is the continuing fictional story of a middle aged lady led into the unknown by a man who has a strange hold over her making her do things that are totally out of character for her. Now both him and her continue to play out their individual sexual fantasies

BBW Xenia My psychologists’ name is Xenia Jones; honest to God that really is her name. Why I had to see her is a side story. I’ll give you the short version: I was about to leave a restaurant one afternoon when this young guy, about my height and size bumped in to me

You have always been the one I have felt the closest to. Other arms have held me, stroked my hips, kissed my lips, pushed into me with swelling fulfillment. None can touch me like you can however

Well guys it's been too long since I wrote Part 1, and I'm sorry for that. For anyone to understand this story, please read Part 1:

We go to the bank, and open an account for Marshall. I transferred the twenty-five thousand dollars into his new account. We then go to lunch and Marshall had a certain restaurant in mind as he had me drive to it. We eat a great lunch. Just before we leave the Judge shows up

Maxynn was laying in bed tossing and turning. It was 3:45 am. She couldn’t seem to fall asleep, the summer had come to an end

====================================Extended Into==================================== Ok guys I finished part two. I can't wait to hear what you think I want as much feedback as possible. All criticism welcome as long as it is constructive criticism

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Part 11 He was sat motionless on the hardback chair, bathed in the dim light spreading from the half closed kitchen door

Marshal Stefan Girard waited anxiously in his chambers as rain poured heavily outside. Surely, this thunderstorm that had suddenly come over the palace had to be a bad omen, a warning to the proud Marshal to abandon his plans

Dear Readers, I hope you enjoy this piece. If you like it, please check out my other works. You know, dear reader, Dakota learned in her tax class, the IRS code is broken into sections, which are similar to chapters in a book