Mrs. reed

Beep, beep, beep. I awoke to the worst sound in the world, my alarm telling me to get up and get ready for another day in hell. I turned off my alarm and got up[…]

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The librarian

Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty[…]

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One to go

Isaac Treslow is a boy. A rather special boy at that; top grades, rich background, friendly, fit, attractive, the lot; as it normally goes with stories like these. You always get the really nice one[…]

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Mariat i

Soft, leather boots made nary a sound as they brushed along the worn, dirt path that cut a thin swathe through the dim forest, as Mariat's lithe frame glided along it, akin to a shadow[…]

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Three teen nymphs

Three Teen Nymphs I thought that my fourteen-year-old daughter was mature for her age until I saw her in the local grocery store with her two best friends. I was down an aisle and she[…]

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