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Debbie 4 I have to tell you that I so much enjoyed writing what I would call “The Confessions Of Debbie” that I decided to keep it going, at least to tell you what happened next

Lonely Julie Chapter 5 The day was a lazy one. 11 year old Timmy was exhausted by his sexual experiences with Julie and Sally and slept for much of the day on the sheets stained with his semen and the girls juices from the night before

: Detective Preston Rocket and Detective Andre Sykes investigate a case of a lesbian couple found on top each other. One had no organs in side of her. The other had a knife in the back of her head. The detectives conclude that someone broke into their house and killed them

SUNDAY While me and Diem were kissing madly. Gabby had Gotten out of the water and was coming up behind me and ripped my shorts down. And Pushed me and Diem into the pool. When I got up for air Gabby was there smiling at us and said "One more time

Michael stared at the ceiling above, he had never felt plesure this good and it made his muscles spasm every few seconds. The bar was completely silent apart from Grace's wet slurping sounds so Michael could hear all the dirty little noises her tongue was making

Lonely Julie Chapter 10 General 10 The Five of them were exhausted after their shit-fest and then a beans meal - and when they got back to the cabin they collapsed onto the big king bed and fell asleep in seconds

Cigarette smoke is drifting like an eerie mist towards the open window. The mute flickering of the TV screen lights it up like the flashes of a distant thunderstorm. The air is thick and heavy with ragged emotions and shattered hopes. 'You have always been miserable with me

“Vassanti your huge a cock tease.” I said. I was sitting at my table at school eating my lunch with my friends when Vassanti scooted closer to me and placed her hand on my crotch. All that separated her hand and my dick was my basketball shorts

I was asked by my writing instructor to do a story on what I learned in his class. I'll give it to you plain and simple: "Write what you know." It's what a lot of them say. It's what he said. I've heard it plenty before. I'm sure I'll hear it again

“Oh Father, why I can't go with you?” Ria said with hurt in her voice, her naked form hugging her father. Zendar hugged her back and kissed the top of her head, “My love,” he said in a comforting tone, “you know that the invitation only named myself

Lonely Julie Chapter 8 By 10 o’clock Timmy urgently needed his shit. Sally and Julie were watching the beach through binoculars looking for the 52 year old woman they had told Timmy about. At 1020 she arrived at her favourite spot and lay face down on a big towel to sunbathe

Hannah Montana is such an awesome and rad show. But I know how to make it truly exquisite and make sure the show doesn't get stale and repetitive and junk

This isn't intended to be a coherent story. This is just a summery of things I like to do with the chicks I am with and a summery of what might be in the fiction (and some true) stories I write

The man just ˝urked˝ before going limp. His pain was intense enough to paralyze his vocal chords. He had the fortune of dying a second after, as his spine was broken in too many places for his nerve impulses to bridge over