The wrong kind

There was something seriously wrong with Jared. He knew it, and yet he couldn't help himself. There was something about her demure nature, her shy smiles, her glossy black hair, and long coltish legs that[…]

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Trick or treat

There was something about the air in Chicago whenever October rolled around. Brooklyn breathed in the fresh autumn air from the patio. For some reason, the air seemed fresher and cleaner. Its crispness mixed with[…]

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Dad with daughter

This story is absolutly untrue. All characters are fictional She woke up in the morning, feeling hornier than she usually did — a testament to the changes which had been taking place in her body[…]

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Milk and cookies

“So you’re going off to college,” Mary Peters said to the young man who was painting her house. “In another couple of weeks, Kerry Kimball replied between brush strokes. “My, my,” she sighed while fanning[…]

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The teacher

"We have a lot of work to do if you're going to finish this project by Friday," Miss Haller said while reviewing Dani's notes, "drop by my apartment this evening around seven, I think with[…]

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