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Roadtrip with Uncle Brian Kim sat in the passenger seat and watched the cars whizzing past. Her uncle was driving her home from her art show. For the first time since she’d finished art school she was invited to an exposition, to show some work

My first story so be nice…..please This is a story about the day I crossed the line. To many this account will lessen the faith so many have put in their health care professionals

Hey everyone, girlfriend Dana is working and so I am bored and thought I would write. Well, my ex husband was okay for a while and in fact that is why I marred him in the first place but after about 6 months he seemed to have lost interest in doing me as much as I needed

“Are you coming or not?” Dani rolled her eyes and pushed her hair back behind her ears, ignoring her fathers shouts from downstairs. She inspected her cheek, smoothing out an area where her foundation was uneven. Tonight was Elle’s party, and Jason was going to be there

Thank you for reading my story. I appreciate comments as I like to know what people thought of my story or how readers feel the story may be better

"Please stop. I can't take it." Her voice was hoarse from screaming. She was face down on the bed. Her ass up high like he liked it. Her ass was red, but not raw. He had stopped beating her to undress himself. "I can't take it. I don't want it. Please

Alex threw open the door to their shitty little apartment, marched into their shitty little bathroom, and took a shower: absolutely determined to wash away all the shitty little reminders of the walmart night shift. Dawn didn’t notice. Or she pretended not to notice

I've decided to treat my little corner of this site as an open online diary of my sexual exploration. There may be some references in my stories that link back to a previous story. I will try to make sure each one can stand on its own though

This is part 4. Things are starting to get dirtier. As always, your comments would be greatly appreciated. This series is being wrote by a couple that seriously plans on making the naughtiness in these stories come to life. A lot of the things in here are fantasies of both of us

*** Based on a PM and some comments in a forum thread. I am writing another first for me. Please understand that this is entirely fictional/fantasy

If you don’t think superheroes are sexy, you are out of your damn mind. I mean, come on; the skin-tight suits? The perfect bodies? The sexy smiles? It’s incredible how damn hot these guys are, not to mention the fact that they save our skins on a daily basis

This story took place back in 1998, when it first started. Jim was a 42 year old, just recently divorced man for the second time. He left his first wife after finding out she was screwing his one friend. Then a couple of years later married, who he believed, was the perfect woman

The jungle; an endless ocean of trees stretching out in all directions. Millions upon millions of different types of plants, trees, animals and insects work together to create an ecosystem unlike any other in the world

Rose woke up first and realized it hadn’t been a dream. Here she was in the bed with the 16 year old babysitter Jenny and her husband. She could hardly believe the things she had forced them to do after noticing their attraction towards one another

One of the other suites was occupied by Pastor Richards and his wife, picking up on something I had overheard my mother and father say, he wasn’t a proper priest or anything like that he preaches at one of these new modern churches, his wife is very quiet but masculine in stature

"Do ya hear that ladies?" I yelled as the band was just finishing their set. "That's the sound of FREEDOM! My phone has not rang all night!" Kara rolled her big Chestnut eyes and turned slowly with and her teeth gritted to Ann and Sheila. "Yes, Layla, we hear it

* * * * * Author's Note: Those of you who have already read some of my other stories posted at this site may recognize specific passages in this story

I woke up this morning in a frantic shock. I had slept through my alarm and was supposed to head over and meet up for a study session with one of my closest friends, Melanie. I was supposed to be there at 10 in the morning. Luckily it was still 8:45

Samone was a young black girl of 22. Her mother had died while she was in high school. She now lived with her sister, Trish, and her father. It was a very hard time for all three. Not long after her mother’s death, her father began drinking. A lot