30.06.2025

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Gemma Young paced back and forth in her living room as she furiously scolded her son. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to come home from work to find him having sex not only with their neighbor Sarah Matthews, but with her cute daughter Ashley too! Fancy that -- a mother-daughter combo! Right there in her very own bedroom! The audacity of it! To see them both kneeling before him, covered in spunk. She had been lost for words and had just stood in the doorway eyes-wide aghast.
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29.06.2025

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This is a story about life at Sheri's Place. All the characters portrayed herein are eighteen years old or older. This story is pure fiction.
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"Come on bitch, suck on it!" demanded Jerry.
Just then Phil a graduate of the high school came around the corner of the shed. What he saw was Xenia on her knees with 18 year old Jerry's cock in her mouth.
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27.06.2025

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I was old enough to know better. Clever enough to know better. Responsible enough to know better. I should have been able to do the right thing, the only thing.
This story recounts events beginning in the summer of 1994, not really that long ago, but an age before mp3 players and before mobile telephones really became popular.
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26.06.2025

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This is the sequel to "Night of Lust for a Small Woman".
I suggest you to read it, for a better understanding, but it's not strictly necessary.
The characters are:
-CAROL, nickname "Child" : a lovely, middle-aged, small housewife, who is captured and repeatedly raped by a gang of tall, strong convicts.
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25.06.2025

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My marriage went from bad to worse, as my wife went south on me, taking our kids with her. She convinced our two lovely teenage daughters that I was a beast, had treated them all horribly, and thus deserved the worst treatment possible.
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24.06.2025

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I got the bug to write this story last night and finished it quickly this morning. I don't use an editor so normally I'll put stories away for a period of time and then pull them back up, read them objectively, and correct errors (there always are some). But lately I've tended to put away unfinished stories for a loooong time before finishing them, or put away finished stories and then later decide to write more. So this time I decided to give it a quick once-over and then publish. I apologize in advance for any problems with spelling, grammar, sentence construction, or continuity.
Happy Summer 2015, y'all.
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23.06.2025

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"Sammy? Sammy!" his mother called from downstairs, the second time a bit more panicky and urgent even though she had hardly given him time to respond to the first.
Sam had been lying down on his bed, relieved that the weekend had finally arrived and thinking about what to jerk off to tonight. When he heard the familiar yet annoying sound of his mother calling he sighed, got up, and opened his bedroom door.
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22.06.2025

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Callum finished his morning shower, turned off the jets and stepped out, reaching for a towel. He dried himself down and then turned to admire himself in the long wall mirror fixed to the bathroom wall. As always, he was pleased with what he saw. His naked body was lithe and supple as a twenty year old's should be and he was proud of his cock that was standing to attention as it always did in the mornings, Callum having forgotten the last time he had woken up without a raging hard-on.
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21.06.2025

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Connor Franks arrived at tiny Municipal Airport in Owens Mill a day ahead of Thanksgiving. His trip from Syracuse University in New York had led him on a series of connecting flights and long bus rides. Fortunately he had found a little charter airline that would fly him over the mess of a snowstorm that had crippled the great plains and cancelled his scheduled landing in Wichita.
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20.06.2025

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Jesus Christ! Had he just said that? Really? He couldn't believe it. Here he was, 64 years old, and he finally couldn't prevent blurting out a yearning which should have stayed private for ever. It was a cliché, sure, but at that moment time just froze. He was conscious of no other sound or movement; perhaps his heart even stopped beating. The room was a photograph.
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