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The crowd around her cheered and toasted, wearing the orange and blue jerseys with numbers of their favorite players, many had caps on with the Bronco’s fierce stallion emblazoned it, and some wore T-shirts with the same emblem

If you asked me when I first felt attracted to my father, I couldn’t tell you. Honestly, I’m not entirely certain that I am attracted to him at all. At least physically. It’s more the idea that he’s my father that really gets me excited

When I first met Sebastian, I knew he would be mine. I was seven years old, and his father had just started dating my mother. Of course, Sebastian did not know this, and being a 12 year old, started dating my 12 year old sister

Emily Many things crossed Emily’s mind on that run

For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful

Miss Emma Rose I scrunched my nose at the heavy textbook I pulled from the cheap plastic bag. “Jesus Emma,” My roommate Katie snorted as she caught a glimpse of the thickly bound book. “I told you that you should have just taken a history course instead

1 I was late, of course. By the time I arrived at the court, I was greeted by an eerie silence, walking through rooms and rooms of people sitting, slouching, laying, all of them sleeping as if frozen in time

Sarah spent the morning maintaining herself. Protein bar and her tea for breakfast. A long soaking Steam shower in her own Bathroom. She read the instructions as to how it was supposed to work from the weatherproof tablet function screen. Next she did some minor waxing

Welcome back to my diary. Thank you all for the feedback and the messages. Since quite some people seem to stumble over the German nickname Matze, I will change it to Mat for the rest of the story. And now without further ado back to the summer of 2020

"You alone?" "Yes," I said expecting him to want phone sex or another meeting. "Look, something came up. I thought of you." "OK." "I have a client who's coming in from England. Big shot with his firm." "Yes?" I mumbled

My senior year we travelled about 2 hours to a HUGE wrestling tournament in hopes of gaining a lot of experience and maybe a trophy. This one was different from the end of the first period of my first match

Divorced. It was real. Not only was my now ex-wife probably getting fucked up the ass by some drunk she picked up at the local dive but here I was, jerking off in my sister’s guest room trying not to wake her perfect family. Fuck my life

I still remember how it all happened. It was one of the moments I will always remember for the rest of my life, nothing could take this memory away. I still remember every single detail as if it was still fresh in my mind

her mouth, not sure if she had heard her mother correctly over the clang on the oven door being slammed shut with Lina inside to begin her cooking, had her mother just said what she thought she said?, "What did you tell her?" Jessica asked already knowing the answer before her mother could tell her

We had just got home from our night out. My husband James open the door and went to the kitchen to get some drinks as I welcome our new friends into our home. We had met Stacy and Brandon at the bar and had became friends rite away

Author's note: This is a story, and the author is aware that it is not 100% historically accurate, although efforts have been made to ensure some degree of realism. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no more than that

Author’s Note: Although this story can be read independently, it was created as a follow-up to the Doggy Style and the Hung Like a Stallion series. For full enjoyment—and to avoid spoilers—please read Doggy Style (Parts 1-5 + Bonus) and Hung Like a Stallion (Parts 1-5 + Bonus)

use, "Dinner is ready" she added as Akane stood up from her bed where she sat for the last several hours thinking of Ranma and her final moments over the fire, "Now I got to go down there try to put on a happy face and eat Ranma" she said to herself quietly and started down the stairs to the kitchen

Elyn panted hard, each exhale exhasperating her discomfort, the inside of her plate helm already slick with condensation, her face dripping with sweat. Don’t think just act

A note from me: Some of you may have read my 6 part series which details my relationship with my husband and his friends