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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I own you

I walk in the room, push you up against the wall and kiss you so hard that it takes your breath away and leaves you panting for breath… Pinning your arms against the wall, I[…]

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"shaved"

Madeline brushed her long black hair away from her face, as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her round face, button nose, rose colored lips, and sapphire blue eyes were the envy of[…]

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The interview

Jane Crawford looked nervously around the outer office of PIG studios while trying to maintain her outer calm. "Judas priest," she mumbled under her breath. "What the hell am I doing here?" She picked up[…]

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Hymens ch. 5

The four detectives got together in the ranch's dining area to compare notes. Lieutenant Johnson got the discussion going, "Okay, let's see what we've got here. I talked to one of the male victims, I[…]

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The bitches

The Bitches I met Ann in the local pub; I hadn’t seen her for years. I hardly knew her, as she was an old friend of my elder sister but she had moved away from[…]

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