Saturday

Saturday: Sally… Reflecting: . . . I was running late. I told my secretary to let her wait in my office, which got me a; “Are you sure Mr. Smithe.” I didn’t want Sally drawing[…]

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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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Killing beauty

To be honest with you, at times I do wish that I was dead. Every inch and consummately dead. Dead like those two boys, Kyle and Zane, whose deaths I am responsible for. I didn’t[…]

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The touch

Ed went to his window to investigate the noise he heard outside and discovered an old man in the alley, rooting through the trashcan for something to eat. He felt a little sympathy for the[…]

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Dad's tapes

Her dad didn't even know that she knew about his cache of X-rated videos he had hidden on the top shelf of bed room closet. Danni had found them purely by accident when she was[…]

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Fucking mr. shapiro.

Walking into Mr. Talbot’s room, I hitched my backpack farther up on my shoulders, before reaching and tugging my black-and-orange plaid mini-skirt further down over my thighs. I surveyed the room, and, seeing no one,[…]

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