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Drug
The Flight Attendant, Chapter 1
I loved my job, even then. I lived a trapped, sheltered youth in a sad little town, and I was always a free spirit. Other girls always knew the path: marry your high school sweetheart, buy a house a block away from your parents. Two and a half kids, maybe a dog. For me, that was boring. I didn’t want to get bogged down in the same place, day after day, seeing the same people, the same buildings. No! I wanted to go. I wanted to travel. See the world! I wanted to meet everyone. The boys. The girls, sometimes? So the day I turned eighteen, I applied to every airline I could find. But most of the major commercial airlines don’t hire 18-year-olds fresh out of high school. I found a way around it: …
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Stoner Lovers
The herb on the table was fantastic, a brilliant dark green, with crystals large enough to see from 10 feet away. The red-orange hairs were long and prominent. Sarah sighed with happiness. Her friend at work really came through. You could smell it, even sealed inside the medicine container. But now, it was broken up and ready to load. For tonight, she just wanted to taste the green. With the roommates finally out of the apartment, she was free for the rest of the day. She turned on the stereo, closed her eyes, and let herself get lost in the beat and the pulse of the music. When she opened her eyes, she decided to go ahead and try her new bud out. She retrieved her grinder and other assorted paraphernalia from her hiding place …
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Convention Antics (updated)
My father works for a large Fortune 500 company, and they hold a week-long convention every year. The entire trip is paid for by the company, so my father enthusiastically attends. Our family tags along, but I can not remember a single time we all attended because of conflicting schedules. This year, I am the only other family member attending. I always loved coming to these conventions. Every year guaranteed new memorable experiences. The last time I attended was four years ago, right after graduating college and before starting my new job. I arrived at the airport on Wednesday, midway through the convention. My vacation time flexibility and work responsibilities prevented me from taking off the entire week. While waiting in line to pick up my rental car, I formulated a response for when people …
The Aphrodisiac 1, pt 6 – Party Continues Inside
Continued from “The Aphrodisiac 1, pt 5 – A Girls Pool Party” ( www./story/115053/ ) Images of the characters can be found here: forum.xnxx.com/threads/story-the-aphrodisiac-1.723815/ Aphrodisiac 1, pt 6 – Party Continues Inside The ladies started to gather up their discarded bikinis, carrying them as we walked toward the house. The sight was breathtaking, their shapely asses swaying with each step, clearly showing their pubic mounds glistening with excitement. Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of their folds opening and closing with the movement of their hips, a tantalizing preview of what awaited us inside. Walking behind them as they ascended the stairs magnified my view of their exposed sex and wonderful round asses. Each step they took accentuated their curves, their bodies moving in a hypnotic rhythm that left me eager to reach our destination. Once …
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In her Dressingroom
In her dressingroom With a make-up wipe I took the orange glaze, the white glitter and the sweat of my face. It was always such a satisfying moment. After the show was done, my muscles sore, I would take off the sweaty costume of the Sugarplum fairy, but before I jumped into the shower of my private dressing room I first took the make-up off my face. Seeing the Sugarplum fairy disappear and my own face reappear. A moment of self care. A moment off calm, no sounds, no music, just the soft rumbling of the other dancers in the other dressing rooms, sloshing sounds in the walls from other dancers taking their showers. There was a knock on my door, but I ignored it. I ran the wipe over my nose, when I heard …
STEAM ROOM DISASTER. PART 5
My nose, and mouth and lips were pressed tight in Trevor’s ass. I felt the twist on both of my nipples and I lost it. My tongue snaked out and found Trevor’s hot, steaming hole. I pushed into him. I felt the bottom drop out of my brain. This was as debasing as it could get. My tongue was in a man’s ass. Part of my brain shut down, but not the part that controlled my tongue and mouth. I rimmed and penetrated Trevor’s ass. My lips joined in, sucking on his hole. For some reason my hands were on his wet ass, spreading his tight cheeks apart, allowing me deeper entry. I tasted raw musk on my tongue and mouth. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t unpleasant. My cock was seconds away from liftoff. …
Sleepover
Sara felt like shit when she woke up. She felt even worse when she realized she didn’t know where she was. Her bra was on but lifted up, exposing her small tits. There was some guy sleeping next to her and judging by how sore she felt they’d fucked last night. Her panties were on, but soaked, askew, and ripped a little. Getting out of the bed she got dressed, gathered her phone, glasses, and clutch, made sure she had everything, and left. As she stumbled out of the apartment, dreading the sunlight and the ride home she began checking her phone. She’d gone out the previous night with her friends Kay and Shelby. Sara was easily the most reserved of the three of them, in general she would only sleep with guys she was …
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Victim
I was going insane. Some people would say I was already there, and it would be the truth. I was insane, medically speaking anyways, but at the moment I was going insane because I hadn’t done my favorite thing in a while. It was time to scope out the bars and find my next victim. She didn’t have to be beautiful, but it helped. I loved when my victim was beautiful. Marring her skin up always gave me immense pleasure. Hearing her scream would always make me hard as fuck. My victims were almost always females, I occasionally threw in a man into the mix, but tonight I wanted a female. My hands started twitching thinking about taking my next victim. It had been too long since I had done this. Three months, maybe four. …
My street corner girl
My street corner girl. by LorenLost Hey, Hey, What can I do? I gotta woman and she won’t true! I walk the town, keep searching all around. Looking for my street corner girl. Traveling riverside blues. Robert Johnson She was there waiting, looking a little pissed Cause I was late. Climbing in she looks hot! That tite little body wrapped in a tiny little flowered dress bobby sox and white sneakers. “I want to get high before,” she says sliding over to touch his leg. Looking her over he smiles, “Of course my dear, I will get you lit before I fuck your brains out!” Oh good, she purrs. Then you can take me up the hill and fuck me! Parked off the road now, She mixes a big hit up, sitting cross-legged with her …
Slaves Unlimited_(2)
Sarah held the phone in her left hand with an amused look upon her face as her right hand trailed along the side of the carved wooden armchair in an almost playful manner. Listening intently, she turned in her seat and as she did so the sun spilling through the window behind her glinted against her long dirty blonde hair as it swept across her forehead. She smiled coyly pushing it aside and continued to listen to the person on the other end of the line, she reached forward catching a stray lock between her fingertips, slowly twirling it between them, and a wicked smile slowly appeared upon her face as she continued to listen to the phone. She actually snorted, then laughed, the snort was almost loud enough for the other person to overhear …
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Doll House – Lene Wiig story
Lena Wiig adjusted the strap of her shoulder bag, the leather digging slightly into the curve of her neck, a persistent reminder of the weight she currently carried. The navy blue suit, usually a source of professional armor, felt stifling under the midday sun, the fabric clinging to her back with a stubborn, humid heat. She walked with a deliberate, silent rhythm, her flats making no sound against the disrepair of the blacktop. Cracks spiderwebbed across the pavement, filled with weeds and grit, but Lena’s eyes were fixed on the building ahead, her mind churning with the inefficiency of her colleagues. Detective Nolms had been sharp, his instincts razor-edged, until he wasn’t. A week ago, the momentum on the Doll House app investigation had simply evaporated. The rest of the precinct had followed Nolms’ lead …
Welcome Home – 3
Now that my house was a home, I found I had a lot of free time on my hands. I tracked down Auni, the kid obsessed with bugs, and got a dissertation on how to catch them using his homemade smoke bombs. Halfway through his breathless de***********ion of the various bugs that could be found in the valley, he said something that caught my attention. “Sorry, back up a second, Auni. You said there are bugs that have medical effects?” “Oh yes.” The kid beamed. “Those ones are worth the most. There’s a wasp in the high forests with a sting that paralyzes for a short time. Very useful for the doctors. There’s a moth that pupates in the rocks to the east. I think it has psy… psycho… active? Effects? The cocoons are valuable, …
The Girl 6
Resume: Mom and Dad is trying to free the Girl, held captive by her father, the Doctor. The Girl is hanging unconscious from the ceiling. As a distraction Mom in her wedding dress is offering her body to the Doctor. His computer is searching a USB Dongle for the missing formula. The Doctors face was showing growing anger as he looked at the computer screen. He saw Dad sitting on the Dame’s torso, jerking his cock between her gigantic tits. If the surveillance footage from her office was on the dongle – then the formula wasn’t. He shouted and swore in his native language and once again hit the buzzer button. A guard showed up. The Doctor shouted at him “I want five of you. Now!” The guard hasted back to get assistance. Seconds later …
Between shyness and abandon.
Between shyness and abandon. It was late Saturday night. One of those days when you don’t have a plan, but you’re looking for something to do. Lying on the sofa, thirsty like a hunter, but with no plan. The TV on in the background, phone in hand, sending messages in case anyone around wants to grab a drink, we’ll see. While in the shower, a WhatsApp notification pops up. I barely dry my hands to see who replied. Zara. (Hey my little mulatto, how’s it going?) A smile spreads across my face, and anticipation… That’s it! Anticipation! “Hey my skinny girl. What are you doing, shall we grab a drink?” Her reply: “We’re at El Encuentro (a local bar), we just got here.” Zara is the kind of friend you haven’t known for very long, …