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By Rachel Ross. “You never heard the story?” Marcia smiled as Sadie shook her head. “Tell her, Wendy, it’s a good one.” I shrugged, eating my salad in the hospital cafeteria with my two friends. It was a good story, and I didn’t mind telling it. “It’s one of those stories that are too weird not to be true,” Marcia chuckled. She was a light colonel in her mid-forties and chief pharmacist there at Tripler Army Medical Center in Hawaii.

By Rachael Ross. “There she is.” Dad smiled and opened his arms, offering himself to me as soon as I stepped out of the car. I gave him a big hug, and he kissed me on the forehead. “Christine…” he murmured, ” … we missed you.” “Oh, I was so worried. They said there was a lot of snow in the passes.” Mom was right there, too, and worrying was her job. “You should have taken an airplane.” “Hi, Mom.”

By . I met with Brandon on Saturday evening. As he parked the car in the back alley of Clusterhouse, I threw off my slippers, climbed onto his lap, lifted my t-shirt, and pressed my tits against his mouth. He pushed me into the next seat and took a breath. “I’ve something better…” he said. My eyes sparkled as he shook the little bag of white powder. “Is it?” I said eagerly. He put his finger on my lips. I

By pink baby. I came out of the kitchen with coffee mugs. I found my husband Div playing with Luna, our fully grown, beautiful, purely white female Canadian Shepherded. She was licking his face and running around him, sometimes climbing on him and rubbing her body with him. Both were playing on the floor. I sat on the sofa and placed the coffee mugs on the side table near me. Me: “Hey, Div, having a good time with Luna?” Div:

By Unknown OK, let’s do some background. My name is Danny. I’m Latino, about 5’9″, average build, just your typical Latino, and right off the bat, I’ll tell you. I love White women. The girl? Her name was Nikki, and she was definitely the only girl I’ve ever dated who was as much of a sick nympho as I was. About 5’2″, blonde, blue-eyed, tiny little thing. Quiet as a mouse, but you know what they say, it’s always the

By Funnyway. This street, these houses, this cruel world, insensitive people, bone-shaking loneliness, the feeling of guilt, patience, and betrayal, and heartless crowds… Felicia always looked at the ground while walking. She wouldn’t want to see your face, talk to you, touch you, listen to your lies, or believe you. You stole all her innocence and didn’t care when you saw her turn into a ruin. You mocked her with your cruel language and destructive words and your frozen hearts…

By Kate Kanine. Read the first installment here.Read the second installment here.Read the third installment here.Read the fourth installment here. ***** Part Seventeen Debbi and Candi quickly undressed and crawled into bed together. The bed was big and very comfortable with soft sheets and a thick duvet—and the girls discovered it had just the right amount of a grating to add an exotic spice to lovemaking! Debbi rolled onto Candi, and the two sexy strippers entwined around each other. They

By Kate Kanine. Read the first installment here.Read the second installment here.Read the third installment here. ***** Part Twelve “Candi…. I…” Debbi stuttered. She blushed and looked away. Candi’s face was flushed as well. Although a pang of jealousy had run through her when she had watched Rex licking Debbi’s pussy so eagerly, she was more excited by the possibilities the situation presented. Seeing Debbi’s tight t-shirt stretch across her massive bust gave the brunette a wicked idea. “It’s alright;

By Kate Kanine. Read the first installment here.Read the second installment here. ***** Part Eight Debbi gave Candi’s cunt a last slurp and then moved up the quilt, a bit reluctant to stop feasting on Candi’s delicious pussy, but also happy at the prospect of getting her pussy tongued off. Debbi had discovered a carnal law the reverse of the one that Candi had just discovered—that with her mouth and tongue satisfied, her cunt was smoldering for attention. Debbi slid

By Kate Kanine. Read the first installment here. ***** Part Four It had been a long week at the Kit Kat and Candi couldn’t wait to get home—she had worked longer nights than usual due to a few girls being away. The voluptuous brunette loved to dance and strip, but by Friday evening, her feet were beginning to feel tender. To make things worse, Candi’s boss called her into his office at the end of her evening shift. Hugh had