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This is about a different society. Travis was a 19 year-old college student from Ohio, at 6"2 with broad shoulders, and a thatch of dark hair on his head, blue eyes and monster cock, he felt he was a pretty good catch

All day I have been thinking of him. His hands on my body. Just for him to look me into my eyes and kiss me but who am I kidding, I am with my boyfriend and he is with his girlfriend. He and I can never happen. And yet here I am daydreaming all day of just his touch

Triston barged through the door and shook heather up from her peaceful nap. “Let’s go princess time for you to go back to the bed, I have to go out for a while come on, come on

Franklin Branson, or Frank, as he was known to his friends, was a very ordinary man. He was average in every sense of the word. A typical suburbanite, if ever there was one

She walked along a roadway; her car had broken down and she was going to get help, she had forgotten her cell phone back at her house. She wore a black mini skirt, a light pink short sleeved blouse, and navy blue flip-flops

Her flight had been delayed the previous night, and I let her lie in late before calling her hotel. Apparently I wasn’t quite late enough. Her voice was thick and muddy with sleep on the phone. “ ‘Ullo?” “Your escort awaits, ma’am,” I said

Merry Christmas By Discreet Lover Copyrighted 2011 It was Christmas Eve. Jesse and Grace sat together on the couch in front of the fire, snuggled together and enjoying being close

In the cool, dim light of his abandoned classroom, Professor Belford sits grading essay after essay of mediocre student work. It has been an especially taxing day, lectures are one thing, but it’s always an overwhelming stress fest when term papers are due

Michael woke up in a daze, confused by his surroundings for a moment. "Darceline?" he murmured as he sat up, starting to remember what happened. The clock read 5:02 a.m., alerting him that he had to get home

"So it's a done deal right? No going back!", I said to Steffan. Steffan and I had drifted apart through the years. He was my second cousin who I used to prefer playing in family gatherings when we were younger. "Yes, meet you up at nine a.m. sharp", he said in his smooth voice

It was a Saturday morning and the only reason I was at school was because the teachers had practically dragged me out to help them with the upcoming school anniversary’s preparations

Maryanne’s Story – Chapter 1 Unlike my the stories written by my husband (My Wife Maryanne) that have been written in a chronological order starting near the time of our wedding in 1975, this true story, and any written by me that may follow are presented in no particular order

Chapter Nine: Undeniable Tensions By the time Angel was picking up her bag to leave the club, it was three in the morning. She followed Rich out the back door of the club and towards his truck until he stopped. “No,” he corrected, turning to look at Angel

Tuesday, October 4, 2016 3:34 PM I'm sitting on the couch when he comes in, looking right at me. Without a word he comes over, never looking away and giving me those eyes that every woman wants to get from the man she loves

------------------ About the story : This is a story based on the rape of prostitute named Liz

Herlong,jetblackhaircarressedhershouldersasherhipsswayedfromlefttorightwitheachstepshetook.Herfeetwereforcedintoanarchandencasedwithshadows;herbeautiful,youthfullegsencasedbyapaper-thinlayerofcream,crownedbysatinbowsofasilkiershade

My name is Karen. I am mixed white and hispanic, from a small community close to San Antonio, Texas. I will be writing real stories regarding my life. How I became what I am now

I was sitting on the windowsill in my bungalow and looking outside. The sun was shining brightly, but a cold wind rustled the nearly leafless trees. It nearly hurt, this longing to be outside, be active, do something. I had been staying in his house for four days

Jacque was naked, very attractive, a well-built blond man, twenty-years younger than us flaunting his huge erection with his fingertips

A Lesbian Love StoryOf Sorts PROLOGUE: WHAT IS LOVE? L-o-v-e. Just four tiny letters. Love. Just one simple word. Love. No two people would create the same definition. Love. So many different kinds; so many different emotions