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In a daze, I stumbled up to my room, bikini held in my fist. I crept slowly up the stairs, trying to keep from attracting any attention. I winced as one creaked beneath my weight,[…]

Okay, I’m about as much into football as I am any other sport, which is not at all. But the Super Bowl is so jammed tight with commercials that if I can wedge myself fairly[…]

Heavens Sense When I look into your eyes, I see so deep into your soul, I get so excited, It raises my pole. When I am near you, And I smell your scent, You smell[…]

I was sat at my desk willing the seconds to turn into minutes, the minutes into hours and then I would finally be released from this hell. It had been practically silent all day, the[…]

Brutally fucking Eimi Yoshikawa for over six hours straight just wasn't fun anymore. If her cunt felt anything like my cock did, she lived in a world of hurt. My prick felt raw, the skin[…]

A small bell dinged and the televisions in the cabin dimmed and muted as the flight attendant’s voice came over the speakers announcing their descent into London. Tuning out the noise, Elizabeth and her two[…]

A young teenage boy laid sprawled on the table. His wrists and ankles bound tightly at both ends, his dick lay flaccid between his tightly spread legs. He wearily began to wake up. Tugging at[…]

A few notes: – Both characters were 19 -They now have their own house as Jeremy is an engineer and Laura is an intern at a hospital. -They live in upstate New York. "What's your[…]

Seeing a beautiful woman, I mentally want to ravage her, blow her mind to the point where she will never forget the moment; I enter into a deep realm of passion, wanting to feel her,[…]

SUSAN ELAINE Susan Elaine Andersen! How she hated that name. There was nothing good about any part of it, not even a remote connection to the family of Andersen Windows. When she started school, the[…]

She sleeps at the foot of his bed, only to wake when he wishes her to. He stands over her, holding his hand on her shoulder. Breathing softly, he wills and whispers for her to[…]

I would like to say I had a sob story, but like most people I am over dramatic about my own life. I grew up in a good home, until my parents divorced when I[…]

This story continues from my other story called ‘under the counter’. Please enjoy It was weekend and because both James’s and my parents lived quite far away from the school, we had to stay in[…]

My name is David. I’m an eighteen year old guy, fairly athletic, fairly smart, fairly good-looking, if I do say so myself. Overall nothing special. I had a good high school career, again, nothing special.[…]

Fbailey story number 707 The Glass Tables My mother fixed me up with a weekend job. It was to keep me off the streets as much as it was to provide me with spending money.[…]

Ann’s /> Chapter II I had been in Florida for 11 months when I brought my girls down; they were out of school for the summer and were going to spend it with me. I[…]