Dream come true

I was mere moments away from kissing the biggest crush of my life, a crush I never would have dreamed I had a chance with, a crush that was my best childhood friend. A crush[…]

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Not what i expected.

Not what I expected My name is Meghan Sanderson, I’m 19, and have been interested in girls for most of my life. When in high school I never understood the more common female reaction to[…]

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I hire help

Hired Help I had just moved to town, and was in the market for a new house pet/slave girl. I suppose that I could have checked the personal ads, but I have found that women[…]

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My observation deck

Fbailey story number 394 My Observation Deck When I bought that house on the hill, the selling feature was the observation deck up on the roof. I had it enlarged so that it extended out[…]

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Man, i love this desert

#187 Stardust8937 Sex Lover Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: the Mohave desert,of Southern California MAN, I LOVE THIS DESERT (another poem by Stardust 9-6-10) I like to think of myself as an old grizzled desert[…]

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Soothing mysti (all parts)

DISCLAIMER: EVERY THING IN THIS STORY IS JUST THAT. A STORY. EVERYTHING IS MADE UP. FAKE. FICTICIOUS. If sexual relations between family members bothers you, read something else. If you don’t like it tough crap[…]

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Day off

Masha stood in front of her mirror and pulled her long, blonde hair back into a sleek knot and then applied her favorite red Chanel lipstick. She noticed her white silk blouse had come undone[…]

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The dark man

The Dark Man The walls seemed to vibrate from the echo inside the village hall. Every second inherited another boom, and then a crackling fizzle as the cheap speakers failed to keep up with the[…]

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Tim’s story: part 3

PROLOGUE: Eighteen year old Tim is something of and anomaly. A spindly thin lad standing only five foot seven, he none the less is endowed with an eleven inch penis. As his father had recently[…]

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Bob's tale

I met Bob on a Greyhound bus when I used to go visit my family in Springfield several years ago. I was newly divorced and didn't have a car, so Greyhound was a standard procedure[…]

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