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After the three of us had slept, we started the day again with a bout of sex – accompanied by the video shot the night before. There wasn’t the intrigue of last night but a[…]

It was Sunday now. Kim and Lee had returned home at 8 PM the night before to a few questions from Marie and their sisters, they made some excuses and that was the end of[…]

This chapter was written by my muse to give the prospective of the daughter Lilly. She gave full permission for it to be posted for all to enjoy. I know that I did. If it[…]

The Slaver Gets his Wish Chapter 11 I had bid Sven good evening after drinking with him again, which was a poor decision. The man could hold is liquor. banshee had been delivered to Donald[…]

Judy here, im a married woman, My husband Jim is a hard working guy and a good lover. But he was working to many hours in our love life was hurting, So we plan a[…]

MAY, 1999 I. Ashley was a caller. That's how it started. She'd called a few times over a few weeks, always asking to hear the same song, one that you could hear every forty-five minutes[…]

A four-year-old boy asked his friend what a penis was. His friend's response was that he did not know and he would ask his dad. That evening the second boy asked his dad. His dad[…]

Chapter Two – The First Hotel Room "So you met him at the mall the next day?" Bobby asked. the pretty 12 year old said eagerly. "We met outside The Gap, and he bought me[…]

Charity Jones here again. We’ve finally come to the end of the high school road for my formerly younger self. I’ll skip the witty banter and let’s finish this. The final week of high school.[…]

I'll write more if you like it. Email me with /> Jake Greenman sits in his music theory class, bored out of his mind and fiddling with a guitar to try and offset the anxious[…]

It was just a normal school day, as I was awakened up at 6:15am, as my mother was opening my bedroom door to make sure I was up for school. As I removed my body[…]

I have never told anyone about this and although it happened about 7-8 years ago I still think about it almost eveyday. I was working for a grocery chain here in town where we have[…]

KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 –9-29-100 You tell me I can rub my fingers– my palms– on, through, and over your soft, jet-black, almost fur–hair.. And caress, touch, hold onto your shaped head[…]

Sturing the pot of chocolate again so it doesn't clump I lay out the strawberries and the pineapple, to be dipped and eaten later tonight. The house has been cleaned and I had a couple[…]

~*~ A yawn released itself from a certain teen’s lips as the owner groggily pushed herself upright. She lazily glimpsed to where a clock sat, and then, her once lifeless eyes that were half lidded[…]

THE BEGINNING This all started a few years ago. I was 32, just finished up college after spending ten years in the Navy. I went to work in the Trust Department at the Corporate Office[…]