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After all the other people left, the couple came over to us and after a brief conversation, asked if we could spend the night. They informed us that it had started to rain, and neither[…]

" Hello Nicole, my name is Mr. Malone. I'm calling in regards to your listing Preston Hollow. I'm prepared to make an offer based on the deion online, but I do want to see the[…]

Alrighty, this is my first story. If you have any comments or questions then please send me a message and I can try to help as much as possible. ALSO! Please note that this particular[…]

this purely fantasy and no one should ever try this in real life. Carlos shut the door to the stairs and paused looking down at a partially closed door. It was dark in the stairwell[…]

My father was doing roaring business selling oil seeds in Gulburga, before shifting the family to Mumbai after my only sister got married. Our new house in New Bombay was luxurious to say the least[…]

Friday afternoon and she was excited. It’s been about seven years since she has seen her friend Jill. She was packing her bags for a weekend with her friend. And then load it in the[…]

ok here is my story. im a 12 year old boy and i think im gay so here is my first story. if you like it maybe ill right more so here we go. it[…]

This is my first story ever written, and i thought that this web sight might appreciate it. If it is liked i will do a part two, but have no idea when it will be[…]

I drive around in my patrol car bored out of my mind. It’s typical Saturday night with drunks being the bulk of the problem. I only had 15 more minutes left on my shift and[…]

Continued from "Falling In, pt 2" Jackie and I spent the rest of he morning lazing around the school doing the stupid shit teen kids usually do at school before it starts. Walking the halls,[…]

“Oh… Shit. Mom, I can explain!” I said as I looked down. Jessie was in shock; still on her knees, and her face and tits were totally covered in my cum! “Okay, Matthew. Explain.” Mom[…]

I hear your key turn in the front door, and automatically assume my position on the floor: kneeling with my hands in my lap and my head bowed – we established long ago that I’m[…]

Welcome to the Working Week written by Marc Rollins go to do it till you’re through, so you’d better get to it.” “Now that your picture is in the paper, being rhythmically admired, you can[…]

As I walked into the Adelphi Bar, my phone buzzed, Of course it was from Tommy, 'There in 5 minutes, get me a pint of lager, sit in the window seat.' I smiled and followed[…]

It was a gorgeous early evening in the Mid-Atlantic on a late spring day in 1957. The summer solstice was three and a half weeks away with the temperature in the upper seventies. The sky[…]

Ukyo Kuonji tapped a spatula against the table, glancing over at the clock on the wall for what she estimated was about the ninth time in three minutes. Shampoo wasn't technically late. It was still[…]