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Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 14 It was lunchtime when I woke-up to the sound of the boat’s engines starting-up
This story is fictional however it is based on fact. Jan hadn’t ever had to discipline them. They were always well behaved. She had never had to do anything other than scowl at them to be presented with genuine contrition. Now that seemed to have changed
by: coleprn We met them three years ago. A chance message on a website to a faceless, nameless couple. The usual banter back and forth using the typed word. Luckily I could type and was able to keep them interested with conversation
Turns out I was wrong…again. Work was no longer a sanctuary for me, and I knew that the instant I arrived and walked into the locker room to find Missy K tapping her foot in furious anticipation. “Tucker James Kingly,” her nostrils were flaring
The next day my dad was home and Mike did not come over and I found my self craving sex. Most of the day I walked around in a pair of daisy dukes and a belly shirt and noticed my dad was looking at me very closely. Deciding to have a little fun I started to tease my dad
Chloe Smythe; A Day In The Park This story is based on the idea Chloe Smythe isn’t a celebrity. Story Code: M/f, Oral “Hey mister, ya got any candy?” Tony looked up from his sandwich and saw a young girl standing about 4 ft. from his bench. “Swell,” he thought. “No sweetie
This is part two of cocky boy Scott If you want pictures of me and Scott email me at I woke up in my bed thinking it was just a dream. I got out of bed and got dressed and got on the bus. I was kinda happy that it was friday. When Scott got on the bus he sat next to me


Magic blue pills part 1 Billy's bitches This is the story of how I made my sister and my cousin my sex slaves, or more accurately how I raped them and made them mine. The magic blue pills are basically Viagra on steroids, but I'll get to them later
This is the second story I have written. Thinking about doing more parts. It was the start of a long weekend for me, I had to drive across country to see my wives Mum and Dad for a family party. Trouble is it was a 12 hour drive and I had to do it on my own, or so I thought
I walked right by her noticing she had looked my way. I saw her outfit, how tight it was. The material clung to her full frame like second skin and that made me peek her way a second time. She continued her conversation playfully licking her lips and glancing my way
This is a re-upload of the same story, which was earlier removed as it apparently "does not follow our rules." I strongly disagree, but alas. It has been removed by some dickhead moderator who has decided to save poor sensitive readers some angst


I arrived home from work and found nobody in the house, so I walked through the house to the pool area and saw Brian, our 13-year old son, and Helen, our 11-year old daughter playing on rubber floats in the pool
Some days after I lost the fight against JohnI continued my life just the way it was ever since I moved in to San Diego, Californiaa boring day on school, doing homeworklots and lots of homeworkhanging around with friends from my class
When he graduated high school he chose to stay in the community and attend the local college. He had the grades and intelligence to have gone to an Ivy league college on a fully scholarship - but he wasn't really interested in College
Just a warning this story is a bit strange So I’m a 6' 4" 22 year old guy and I have an 18 year old boyfriend. We have been dating a few years now and pretty much since we’ve been dating we have been posting stories on a snapchat we made