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Deneuralized Pussy III: The Pizza Girls First Time Only moments ago Vicki had been escorted over to a clear spot in the living room of the condo and stripped of her red bikini by twin sisters Billi and Jo
A few years ago, when I was only 15, something very special happened to me that I would like to share with all of you. For years my neighbor and I talked often and got along well, despite our age difference. Amanda was 34, and we often talked about things going on
Authors Notes: This one isn't exactly a stand alone. It will be a three part.. But can be easily slid in as a next chapter for My Novella: The Way it is Now. that story has a basis in reality, but it has been heavily modified for artistic license. This story is pure fiction
Max lay on his side, watching the alarm clock as it ticked its way closer and closer to seven a.m. The sun was coming in strong and sharp through the crack between the curtains and he could hear birds chirping away in the hedge outside
So I like football. I like seeing a bunch of guys ramming into each other at full force. I suppose I just like violence. My dad thinks that's worrisome, says someone at my age shouldn't be that into physical pain. I don't know what his problem is



What made me a Nympho I love sex. I am probably the closest thing to a nyphomaniac there is. Hello, my name is Debra, and from the time I was three years old, I have been obsessed with sex. From the age of three, I was surrounded by pornographic material daily
The next day Stacy was completely healed. We went to another beach this time, hoping no one would recognize us and look at us funny. But even if someone did, we were too nervous to pay any attention to it. My mother was fully determined to work on her tan. No nonsense trips today
It was two weeks after school had ended, i was a rising senior in high school. I lived an hour away from Ocean city maryland, so summer was close all the time. I played football and golf for my high school, and had a 3.6 gpa, so college wasn't going to be an issue
First of all, apologies for the long delay between these two - I've been crazily busy, and not had much time for writing. This story continues on from the previous story, and ideally, you'll need to read that one before this one to make any sense



The Awakening of Katie II Tara crawled up to me and collapsed on the bed next to me. We hugged and tenderly kissed and licked each other. No words were spoken. No words were necessary. Tara and I had known each other our whole lives. We knew each others hopes and dreams
In highschool i had three friends 18 Chase, 20 Kayle, and 18 Ellen. I always had a major crush on Kayle, she was sexy and curvasious in all the right places, plus she had brunette hair, which was my soft spot
The short stabbing spear lunged at me once again, I danced aside and the deadly point just snagged my bush jacket. I made a grab for the spear but she was too quick for me and had already pulled it back out of my reach. It seemed we had been like this forever, stab, parry and again
It was a peaceful springtime in the leaf village, Orochimaru was unusually quiet, the other villages, sent the occasional message that everything was fine and no help was needed
A Man of the Modern Era I am become, without choice, a modern kind of guy though I'm over fifty. I recall the heady days of JFK and his Camelot, when all seemed right with the world. As a kid back then, I had a head full of pie-in-the-sky ideals; everything seemed magical
[b]3 LOVE DOVE Roxanne knew Sean would be getting home soon and came over to be there when he arrived. “Shaw-nee-poo! How did it go?” Straight-faced, “What did you get me into! Those kids are a bunch of belching, spitting terrorists!” Empathetically, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Sean