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Sticky Sweet Victoria wiped the sweat from her brow as she locked the door to her office. It had been another hard day at work, and the rising temperature wasn't soothing her already tense body



It’s been four months since he’s been home. Riley’s lucky that he’s been around this long. Though she knew he could leave at any moments notice. He’s supposed to deploy again soon and she hoped it wasn’t long. This year it was her senior year and she was cheer captain
am a secret multi-millionaire who lives in a huge mansion. No one knows who i am and I want to keep my indentity a secret because I make my money through illegal means, mainly through importing illegal drugs
As Helen slowly walked down the seemingly endless corridor, it would be the smell of floor polish that she would remember most. That and the sunlight playing on the oaken panelled walls from the high windows. At the far end of the corridor was a single door



Training Rose by Angie F Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie



Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Twenty-Six – Ron’s Happy Birthday Part One – Morning Wood Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author



Flight after Fantasy Good morning, this is your 9 o'clock morning call. I sit at a desk in front of a large mess of papers. I dial. Typical, I wonder what the change is this time? At last I connect on the phone, -the appointment is 10
An older story I recently rediscovered. Ensnared by Lord Deptford’s daughter
It had been about six months since my stepdad caught me dressing up like a girl and gave me my first taste of cum. I had sucked him off about once a week since then. I sucked him in many different positions since then. Sometimes I was on my knees


Mark didn’t really see her leave, but he knew she was not on top of him or on the bed anymore. He called to her but got no response. As he lay there, unable to break free of the cuffs, his ass stinging in pain, his cock still hard, he wondered what on earth had just happened
Candy and Ingrid This story, though as erotically written as I could make it, is absolutely true. The events and even the rare snippets of dialogue are pretty close to what was actually said and done. Alterations, if any are only due to faults in memory



It was the night of a special ceremony for the President and everyone in the White House had worked non-stop throughout the day. Unlike normally, today I had worked with Mr. Spencer, another member of staff
"Daddy! My tits are getting big." Nichole flops on the couch near where her father sits. "Nikki language!" Her father protests. "Sorry dad." The eighteen year old says in exasperation. "Breasts." Shifting uncomfortably in his big leather chair, "That's great honey
A while back I put an ad on craigslist offering to provide a spanking for local students, housewives or anyone else who could use a good spanking to help with focus or motivation. I got a lot of spam but ended up with two serious takers



As far back as I could remember, I had a huge crush on my neighbor Matt. He was 15 years older than me, and me being 11, I was convinced I was going to marry him. Every chance I got I followed him around like a shadow