Power is fun

Tess lay on her bed in a bubble of self pity. It was Friday night and the boy she had asked out at school had refused her. Another weekend alone and it didn't help that[…]

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Football widow

"I'm just sick of it," Terri said after taking a sip of her coffee, "the stupid season just started and Chuck is already ignoring me completely on Saturday and Sunday, and I think it's hopeless,[…]

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Klink (part 6)

Captain Killerin looked over the report and grunted. The scouts had suffered heavy losses during their reconnaissance of the star system and all reports indicated that freemen settlements were well defended. "I guess we know[…]

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She's bad!

Copyright 2003 FK Publications Her perfect ass resting upon the sofa’s cushion, dark-haired Jane moved the cigarette to her lips and took a puff, her knee high leather stiletto boots stretched out on the livingroom[…]

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French and wet

The Perfect Hand Tim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that[…]

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Happy

Everyone wants to be happy! It’s not just a daily goal, it’s a lifetime one. But do we really know what it means to be happy? And do we have unrealistic expectations of happiness? Energy[…]

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My sister was pissed

Fbailey story number 625 My Sister Was Pissed I came straight home from school, went into my sister’s bedroom and asked, “Are you really fucking every boy in my class?” Emily looked shocked and asked,[…]

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Kiki in england.

This story was put together after all the themes were suggested by another poster. Kiki in England. Kiki an American was on vacation in England with two of her girlfriends. They had been staying in[…]

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Kylie's weekend

As I unlocked the door and entered the house, I felt like someone was there. Dropping my backpack by the stairs I turned to find myself face-to-face with a man standing in my doorway. My[…]

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The orchestra trip

It was that time of the year again: the end of the year orchestra trip. This year, they were headed up to Boston for the music festival (that’s what they call the competitions). It was[…]

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