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Shh! By Zen Mackie Theresa was born to be a librarian, and she knew it. Even as a child she’d been obsessive about orderliness and organization. Every toy had its place, and her books were always alphabetized and upright on their shelves

I looked deep into her eyes and said, "tonight, you are all mine. I'm going to do whatever I want to you, do you understand?" "Ooooh, Mr. Roberts, I understand. Me and my body are yours tonight," she said

I had heard horror stories about Sara from the other teachers. She not only came from money but was gorgious besides. Oh, and she knew it. A short, 5 foot even, curvy thing with long rich brown hair and deep green eyes. Bedroom eyes some of the teachers called them

I bit down softly on my tongue in anticipation. The door opened and I was greeted by her beautiful figure, completely naked. Those blue eyes glittering a soft smile on her face. Her breast hung free. Her pussy lips freshly shaven walked up to her pushing my way into the door

Feel free to comment feedback, thoughts and suggestions! It would mean a lot. David and Nicole have been practically joined at the hip since the first grade. They’re best friends. David protects Nicole, she hates it. He’s like an over-possessive boyfriend

This is a work of fan fiction. All characters are the property of their respective owners. I own the story line. Chapter 9 - Naughty Little Minx It was a typical Sunday afternoon; Ron sat at the table with his wife, each going over notes for the coming week’s work

An icy rain slapped my face and a gelid wind bit into me, cutting easily through my clothing. And to think 15 minutes ago i was enjoying their sight from the warmth of my room. All It took was one phone call to blew the cover apart. One bloody sobbing phone call

50 Shades Of Beech Mountain As this story progresses I will delve into the craft of BDSM. I’ll say it’s not for everyone, but there are too many possibilities out there to ignore this extremely sexual lifestyle

After our Christmas fun and games the next few months went by with out any surprises. Karen and I managed to get-together on a couple of occasions, but each time I felt there was something wrong

Almost all erotic content in this short story is implied, not explicit. It is very mild, but somewhat romantic and filled with Christmas magic. If this is the first of my stories you have read, be aware before you look at others that most of my stories are much more explicit

“You are late.” Those three words, stern, a touch of anger in them hits the back of Sandra’s head as she closes the front door and settles heavily onto her shoulders. She had hoped Charles would have already been in bed asleep

It was Sunday afternoon, I was waiting for word from Kennedy, her flight had been due to land a little while before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a text was more her style. "Hey, Matt." She sounded unusually cheerful; I wasn't sure if it was Kennedy or Kiki calling. "Hey

This is bad, Chelsea thought. This is really bad. David hated it when she was late. And she was very late. And her cell-phone battery had died. And it had taken forever to find a taxi because it was pouring rain. And it was their anniversary

James soon realised that domination was a need for him. Whenever he had been with a guy he had always lead the way. That was until, he met Martin. James was gay, Martin was bi-sexual and both of them had been exchanging images of themselves over e-mail for a while

[Chapter 1] It was may be six in the morning, the sun was rising. Five men gathered in the foot of a low hill, leading their horses. They are rustlers; their aim is to get hold of the horses of Bar L. Bill, their 45-year-old leader took a last look at his crew