My history teacher

MY HISTORY TEACHER I'm sitting in my history class, listening to Mr. Markusen droning on about events leading up to the Civil War. It's my first year here at the Clark School for Girls, a[…]

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Lisa

Slowly walking up the steps of the old apartment building, Ron eventually made it to his suite, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Throwing his briefcase upon the sofa, the thirty six year old part-time[…]

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Quad's ch. 3

I have had excellent feedback on the Quad's, and as long as you the reader keep asking for more, I will continue writing. Enjoy. /> Shit! We were in trouble. My parents, who had left[…]

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Gaining inspiration

You come out from the darker backstage area through a curtain, the stage lights is blinding and you start to wonder what you're doing here, you know that you trained hard for this, but the[…]

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Business part 3

He rested there, on top of the sobbing girls for a moment, letting the spasming muscles of her asshole milk every drop from him. Even as he struggled to catch his breath, his hands were[…]

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From a d- to a+

Mr. Derrick walked around, handing people their report cards. Jessica waited patiently for hers, hoping for something at least a little above a D. When he handed her the report card, however, Jess’ heart sunk.[…]

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The subway ride

The air was crisp and cold as she walked into the night. She felt it more then others who also were out on the streets because of the lack of substantial clothing under her long[…]

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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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