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e dead My hair was now dyed, my eyes filled with dread I could simply watch, with watery eyes Through your mischievous twinkles filled with lies As you swayed another, with your charm And she had no feelings of alarm! Too trusting was she, her heart so clear As I watched I shed one tear

Christmas Eve. It was dark already. Festive lights all along the high street and in the shop windows. Around me the people were rushing to the shops for some last minute gifts or home to their families

~Chapter 13~ The next morning, I walked into my new home to find my cell phone still on the charger. The mailbox was full and I had thirty-two text messages, all from Courtney. “CALL ME NOW KELLY!” he yelled on the first voicemail. I deleted all the messages

it was December 24th and it was my two year anniversary with sky. i don't know how i survived through it. since that night with Chris i haven't been the same. it's only been three months but I've noticed I'm more dominate. sky planned on taking me to his parents house for Christmas

MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART – 43 FIRST FUCK AFTER DELIVERY Now, my new born son is two and half months old and I became a normal lady after my delivery

“No plans with the movie star today, Char?” He knew I hated it. He knew it made me shake and made my insides turn upside down when he called me that, but he did it anyway

Today was supposed to be her day off, her reprieve from working with demanding clients and incompetent coworkers. Instead she had spent the morning in the office as usual; phones ringing non-stop, pacifying angry clients, picking up the slack of her lazy coworkers

Hey folks, back again, sorry but went back to Florida for a couple days. I will write of that later on but anyway, I was writing about getting a baby for my ex's boss and his wife. Everything went as planned and I had a great time that I will write about later on

I didn’t do well in high school. I was the girl that studied a bit too much, didn’t drink or blow guys in the bathroom, wasn’t a cheerleader or hell, even go to the football games. I liked hanging out with my parents. I loved reading good old volumes of American poetry

gel Proofed By: PiasaBird2004 ********************************************************************* Part 3 of 4 - The Entertainment Stacey is now just a memory to the 5 scared girls, lying in the dirt, waiting for there turn on the Jessica 3000

This is my 2nd story, a continuation of the first. Hope you like it and comment. Mom took us to Mexico when I was about 5. We went to my grandparents house to visit a few days. My grandparents had a big ranch with cattle

It was a Friday in early spring in 1986 and Madonna was blasting from the video screens that were everywhere in the Covent Garden Gym in the heart of London

It was Stace's turn to be pleasured now. Jenna's red and white cherry scarf covered her eyes as she sat on the table behind her, not knowing what to expect. Jenna leaned in for a kiss as she grabbed Stace's breast over her white tee

We sat in church listening to a sermon on the bonds of family, both Momma and I wearing sunglasses and feeling rather ragged. We were both suffering hangovers, but the nature of our hangovers were very much different

Mariah I Mariah stood in line anxiously, waiting to hear her fate. Her graduating group was today’s batch to be assigned their designations by the Bureau of Resource Distribution. She found some comfort in the presence of her best friend Alan, standing in front of her

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary. I was reading through old classic favorites of mine. I was alone in my library. I had to keep pushing my long, cherry red hair out of my face

My clothes fall to the floor and I stretch my arms above my head, sighing softly as I enjoy the quiet in my house. My mom and dad had left with my sister for the day leaving me all alone in the house. I reached around behind my back to unclasp my bra and let it fall to the ground

3.27.2020 Oh wow, so I see it's been almost 3 and a half years since I last sat down to write one of these. Yeesh. Now I have to write from memory, as best I can. My life has changed a lot since I was an undergrad, back then. Let me try and remember how things went..

Lizzie let out a sigh of relief as she reached the top step of her front porch. Just one more step, and she was home free, another hectic week melting into a nice, relaxing weekend

“Best Wife Ever!” 12 Days of Sexmas Note 1: A special thanks goes to Estragon for editing this story. “Best Wife Ever!” 12 Days of Sexmas My wife is amazing. I have listened to man after man complain about their wives