Professional Curiosity

By Maxijohndoe. Rose exchanged the usual morning greetings with her colleagues as she headed to her workstation. Rose wasn’t her real name, but it had been easier to Anglicise her name rather than trying to teach English speakers her Chinese name. Rose worked as a lab technician to make enough money to see her through the many years of study and training it would take to be a pathologist, as the small amounts of money her parents could send her

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Brutus

By Anon Part of my training in journalism was being taught to keep a journal of my daily experiences and thoughts. The content of each incident was supposedly less critical than any reflections you might make later about these experiences. This is one such narrative. My widowed father died when I was twenty-eight, a year ago now. He left me his townhouse and the general estate. It gave me a vehicle and a posh place to stay for that summer

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Dog Day

By Styxx. Her cunt was stretched beyond any limit it had been before. The dog’s knot had finally been pushed into her, past her tight lips and beyond the muscle of her opening. The slightest movement of either her or the dog sent new waves of pleasurable thrill through her system and made sure she climaxed repeatedly. The dog heaved one last time and, if possible, shoved the massive purple weapon further into her and through the neck of her

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Feeding Time At The Kennel

By Ca.Doglady.Lover I started with the pack of large male dogs that we kept penned up in the first kennel. I stepped into the huge room-like cage and carefully latched the door behind me. The dogs seemed more excited than usual, even for feeding time. I thought nothing of it, however, setting the heavy bag of feed on the floor and proceeded to tear it open. “Hey! Look out, dammit!” I shouted in protest as the gang of dogs closed

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Not such an Angel

By photo_wolfy. (photo_wolfy@yahoo.com) Angel could not believe what she was seeing on her computer screen! The guy she had an IM chat with told her to screw a dog, her dog. An honest to god four-legged dog. She shook her head in disgust. What a pervert this guy must be. Her black Lab/Rottie mutt named Kong had been trying to hump her leg all day. So she looked it up on google and was blown away at all the sites

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Those Dog Days of August

By Rachael Ross (rache696@yahoo.com) My life changed just after turning eighteen and moving into a new life at Community College. That’s how I liked to think of it. After leaving the modest village where I’d grown up, I moved to the modest town where I was attending college. I wanted to be a graphic artist or something, but I wasn’t sure. But I liked art, and I was good at it anyway. So those were the kind of classes I

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Rover

By Desmond Young. Cindy woke to the feeling of a wet tongue brushing over her face. She opened her eyes to see Rover the pet dog licking her face with his long wet tongue. Cindy yawned as she pushed Rover’s roving tongue from her face. Rover stepped back and sat on the floor, wagging his tail, looking at Cindy. Cindy lay there, trying not to disturb her husband beside her. Cindy had a secret, one that she kept from her

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The Dog Pound

By FOXI2 Chapter 1: The worse Day of Her Life Mia got the news in Boston and almost passed out from shock. Her aunt, back home in Michigan, told her that her mom was in a serious car crash and had died and to please come home. It was the worst day of her life. She packed and caught the first red-eye available. She knew she looked awful. Red puffy eyes from crying always did that and, of course, lack

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The Barnyard Sluts

By Emily Rose I always dreaded having to stay with my Aunt Margaret. She was always so strict, and she really looked the part of a stern aunt. She always wore proper herringbone tweed skirts that accentuated her long, strong legs. Her blouses were always buttoned to the top, an effort to camouflage her enormous breasts. Her long red hair was always worn up in a severe bun, and I never saw her without her black-rimmed glasses. I was really

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A visit from Ted’s Dog

olestray It’s cold this weekend. Miserably cold. I had a lot of yard work to do and not nearly enough time to get it done. I had already cleaned the leaves and pine straw out of the pool, put the giant candy canes on the cedar tree out front, and walked over to my sister’s weekend retreat on the big lake and borrowed an extra trash can. I am in the process of gathering up trash from all of the

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