The painting time

Note : This story is completely fictional! Hi reader here is a amazing announcement for you I opened my sexblog for you so you can read my new stories at this web page also there[…]

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The photographer

"You do understand the nature of the photographs we'll be shooting," Carl asked, "I just want to get everything out in the open so that later on we don't have a problem!?!" "I understand," the[…]

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The window

After my wife and I divorced the first thing I did after the ink on the divorce papers dried was to move back to the city. I was originally from the city and I had[…]

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In the library

In the Library? (An absolutely true story) In 1964, I was 17 and a freshman at Illinois Institute of Technology. I was not doing particularly well in my studies even though I had graduated top[…]

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The writer 1

Nick had a gift, one which he did not entirely understand, but a gift nonetheless of epic proportions. He was able to manifest anything which he could think of, simply by writing it down. Nick[…]

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After hours

It was just after 5:30 on a Monday evening as Cedric walked through the halls of the empty school. The day wasn't very hectic or even tiring for that matter, but the joy of being[…]

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Vampire love

Max walks into Celine's room closes and bolts the door locked. She was bent over the bed packing up her things when she felt a hand firmly grab her ass. "Put it down Celine." She[…]

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