Firered

I'd like to see your color wet, adorned with inset eyes that still somehow balance float on your face. You are a precipice of cold talent and an openness that makes me wonder where you[…]

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Freshman follies

This is so wrong, Kayla thought to herself. First, who has a mirror right there on the wall? Second, I don’t do this kind of thing. Third, I don’t even know his name. Kayla continued[…]

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A vampire's goodbye.

Seventy years had passed since I last laid eyes on her. In those years, even though her body aged, she remained beautiful. Like a fine wine or an artist’s painting she had aged gracefully. Her[…]

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A night of change

Her transformation was nearly complete. Claire remained unconscious as the molecules in her body rearranged themselves, changing her very DNA. Outwardly, the changes were subtle, but hours from now, when she awoke, she would feel[…]

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The gambler

I really hate amateurs. Especially amateurs with guns. If people can’t afford to lose, they shouldn’t play poker. Unfortunately, some people don’t get that. They seem to believe that anyone can gamble and make money.[…]

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Sexie daddy (2)

* We left off with Trina giving Lynn’s dad a blow job after he licked her pussy. Lynn was watching all this hidden at the top of the dark /> ———- Lynn…. I was back[…]

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A dark night

Alana walked quickly and furtively down the deserted, brooding street that was Spinner’s End. Breathing heavily with each step, she gazed over her shoulder repeatedly, convinced she was being watched. I hate going down this[…]

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Road to hell

Need. Have you ever needed someone so bad you could taste it? Has the burn of whiskey or the warmth of just any body ever not quite been enough? Need has been building in Dean[…]

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Best friends

I was really excited about the sleep over schedule for the Fourth of July weekend that I could hardly wait. My parents had just completed renovating the attic into my room. When I turned eight[…]

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Home economics

Andrea Patterson checked her daily planner and pulled out Millie Evans file. She opened it up and scanned over it quickly, making a few notes on a yellow legal pad she had on her large[…]

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Scarface

“What the hell is she doing here?” my sister Jean demanded. Lupe and I jumped apart in surprise. We’d been sitting on the loveseat in the living room. I had Lupe down to just her[…]

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