Romance - Page 98
Rick woke to find himself naked and alone in the middle of what appeared to him to be an A-Team encampment. He recognized the encompassing mountainous terrain as being very similar to that of the central highlands, a geographical region around Pleiku in the former Republic of Viet-Nam
Six-Mile High Club Ch. 9 (final chapter) As Michael had not planed for anything fancy on his vacation, he wore a nice shirt and a pair of black slacks, with a tie; that his Dad had given him. It went well with his shirt
8 months later down the long road: February 2015 It's the middle of February and I’m walking down Bourbon Street. Seems Mardi Gras is in full swing as the locals and tourist are yelling and cheering. My thoughts go to the last 8 months of all that I have learned and done
Fbailey story number 525 Fuck My Daughter Please Several of us Senior Citizens volunteer to keep an eye on the local playground. It wasn’t getting much use with the hooligans and druggies hanging out there all the time



Babysitting the Twins Again - Part 3 - Jenny's Halloween Sleepover This is part 3 of the Story of Debbie, Jenny, and the twins. This story introduces Jenny's friends
Plaisance in Paris Part 1 “I say we go to Paris for New Years,” John said to me from out of nowhere



Typical Thursday in Orlando, bright sunshine, hot and humid. Backpack slung over my shoulder as I make my way to school. Senior year has finally arrived! Taking my usual route, crossing the street when the light signals I have the right away



iously posted on this forum, I would highly suggest you do so you can have a perspective of the past history of the people involved, the events that had lead up to each individual related chapter and how this lifestyle has evolved among these friends, however you can read this as a stand alone story
Beautiful Niece Kaylee Ch. 12 I walked into the office with a spring in my step, humming an old Motown tune. My receptionist looked up surprised. I took a few awkward dance steps, then a really horrible spin. I ended up facing her with both fingers pointing out
Josie leaned back, distancing herself from her computer screen. Surely, that was enough editing for one day. Her eyes felt squint, the back of her head throbbed in the way only an impending headache could. Josie sighed and closed the browser window
Darren and I had been best friends ever since I could remember, we had both moved to a quite neighborhood in Brisbane around the same time, when we were about seven



Before I begin, let me tell you a little about my history with Emily. I cant say how exactly we became such good friends, but in my junior year I took her (a freshman) under my wing, and our relationship developed rapidly



CHAPTER 2 In the morning, Jeanne and I woke up to the sounds of people stirring, talking, striking their tents, and packing their gear. For a while, we lay there together under our blankets, enjoying the closeness we felt, spooned together, naked, sleepy, and happy
Friday night was date night for the Sparrows. Gina and Dave were painting the town red, leaving their children home alone. At 18, Sarah and Michael were old enough to be left to their own devices, and were both mature enough to be trusted
boy Love, Part 1 – Sex & Love: Confused This is actually part of a long series, mostly hetero, but I felt this was good enough to express my desires for something different in a new story: I hope you enjoy as I explore beyond just a man and woman, to a man and a man-who-wants-to-be-a-man’s lover