Learning curve

(Aside) “I want some advice,” Carley asked Hallie. “On what?” “On that stuff you do with Paul.” “Ohh, that kind of advice,” Hallie nodded knowingly. Carley looked at the floor, somewhat embarrassed, then back up[…]

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Dana

Dana knew she needed to get off. As the shuttle train neared her stop and she realized that soon she’d have to stop stealing glances at the hot scantily clad blonde that that had been[…]

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Player's trick book

Jeremy's story continues on… read chapter 1 Jeremy strolled in to his office building, casually greeting his staff one by one. His appearance more or less a formality as this company was his solely. He[…]

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The demand

“I can’t believe you’re asking me this?” Paula implied. “Will you do it then?” Ricky quizzed. Paula had been going out with Ricky for just under a week, he was every girls dream; she wanted[…]

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Thursday

Thursday rolls on. Papers in, papers out, cleaning up after my boss; watching out for the secretary, for if she catches me looking again she’s going to have my ass out on the street. I[…]

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06] ajay’s tale.

Readers are advised to read the preceding parts to fully understand the full story. Those who are offended by mature/young gay sex avoid this. Reader… please leave your Ajay’s Tale. This the final and concluding[…]

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I'm not a stereotype

I’m Not A Stereotype by Maya Hatashita as told to BrettJ© 2010 Author’s Note: I am not the of the story, although readers, isn’t he one lucky S.O.B? I very nearly blew the opportunity of[…]

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Marissa's mind

Marissa always got her way, with everything. School, home, boys, Melissa's boys- you name it, she probably had it. The girls were twins. Marissa was born differently though. She had the power to control minds,[…]

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Always darkest for dawn

Always Darkest For Dawn By rutger5 Copyright 2016 “Oh, my, my. Mr. McCoy, she’s back again.” “Huh, what’s that Louella? Who’s back? What are you going on about?” “It’s poor Miss Johnson. She’s walking back[…]

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A biker's old lady

A Biker's Old Lady by Duskshade “God damn it!!” I cursed as the wrench slipped off, shooting my hand yet again into the sharp cooling fins of the motorcycle engine. The customer was always right,[…]

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