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Amanda and The Photoshoot – 06

The days that followed passed within the pharmacokinetic windows the Dilaudid established. She sent three job applications from the shared computer, entry-level data entry and admin roles, the kind of work that required nothing from her she was not currently capable of giving. The data entry role confirmed for January. The numbers worked. On the day of the appointment she sat across from Dr. Harper and delivered her account accurately on the symptoms and ***********ively on the cause and omitting the Dilaudid entirely. Dr. Harper was direct. The Valium had been a temporary intervention. The dependency risk was too high. She would not prescribe it further. Amanda confirmed she understood. She understood it with the full precision of someone three years into a pre-med degree who had spent the past eleven days managing an opioid …

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Amanda and The Photoshoot – 12

She wanted to be away from that house. She wanted nothing to do with it anymore. She walked. The cold hit her immediately, clean and indifferent, cutting through the coat and reaching the fishnet beneath it within the first stride. Both openings were still leaking slowly against the satin edges of the panel, the warmth of it cooling against her inner thighs with each step. The smell rose with her body heat as she moved, faint at first and then more specific, the sharper note of piss in the mesh above her waist layering over the musk lower down, carrying upward through the collar of her coat into the December air around her. A woman passed her on the pavement and turned her head slightly without breaking stride. Amanda noted the turn and kept walking. …

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First Date (part 1)

“First dates are always an adventure”, Terra muttered as she put the finishing touches on her outfit. At 5’6, she wasn’t tall or short, and she sure wasn’t a skinny girl either. She had packed her double D’s into a lacy black bra, which happened to match her panties. A denim, knee length skirt and what she referred to as her black hooker boots, were topped off by a daringly low cut black and white striped blouse. Definately a shirt made for the top heavy. “Well damn, whore!” Leah, her roomate, walked in, lighting up a well rolled joint. “Xavier know what he got himself into?” Terra eyed her roomate. “Listen bitch, if that is my weed you’re smoking, you need to hand me that!” “Fuck you! We both went in on it!” “Which means …

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Sangeeta’s time in Prague (Part 6): All good things must end

1. Sangeeta: Good Things Must End Their sexual activities continued through the remaining days of their stay in Prague. Her son serviced her and his aunt regularly, and Sammy was always willing to be involved in any other sexual escapades that came along. Sangeeta would never forget the time they went around to Richard and Susie’s home again. She saw her son with his cock buried deep inside Heidi’s vagina, Suzie licking her daughter’s juices off his shaft every time he pulled back before thrusting into Heidi again, Richard with his cock inside Sammy’s ass, and John’s cock in his mouth. As she had sat there watching she imagined what it would be like if it was her family. She wondered what her first time with her daughter would be like. Since she was already …

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War Of Love

This story is more of a story then anything eles. It does have a sex scene at the end but if your looking for a story with a whole lot of sex, this is not it. Hope you like it. “…And the gangs are getting worse. More violent then before, houses are being broken into and the murder rate have gone up 12%. More to come on these horrible…” *Click* “Load of shit.” Sean said as he turned off his t.v. “What now.” Ed asked. “The same shit as always!” Sean snapped back. “Fuckin news reporters don’t even know the half of it. Its not about killing people, its about fuckin survival.” Ed got up from his chair and walked into the kitchen. “You want another beer?” He yelled. Ed was a tall man, in …

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Barbara’s Cheating

Barbara’s Cheating There is a second part to this story please let me know if your interested in reading it. Barbara was a happily married 35-year-old with a son, Jeremy. Her husbands job required him to live out of the country for six months at a time. This arrangement was not to her liking, but it was her life. She was 5’3” with 36 d breasts a small waist short blond hair a tight ass, her best asset by far. She was always horny, any man who would talk to her she always appreciated the attention. Wednesday afternoon she went to the mall with her son as he wanted a new video game she wanted to look at towels for her bathroom. Jesus and Felix two tough kids from her sons’ school were hanging around …

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Amanda and The Photoshoot – 09

She showered. She stood in front of the mirror and put on the dark cherry thong and the garter belt and attached the coffee sheer stockings to the clips with the same methodical attention she had applied to everything in this arrangement since October. The cherry dress, no bra beneath it, the V settling at her sternum with the first breath. The peep-toe pumps. Her coat over all of it. She called a cab. She did not know what he had for her. She knew what she had said yes to. Those were not the same thing and the distance between them was the specific quality of the nervousness she was managing on the ride over, present and measurable and not something she had a prior entry for in this arrangement. The cab pulled up …

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Ch. 50 – The Orgy Continues – Finale

Chapter 50: The Orgy Continues – Part 2 We collectively took a break as Steve freshened our drinks. After he passed them around, he produced a coke tray with at least a dozen lines set up. By the time it got passed around and got to me, there was only one line left. As Steve busied himself restocking the tray, Stacey nuzzled up to me sitting on the couch. With a tantalizing look in her eye, she grabbed one of her massive boobs and shoved it into my mouth. No question what to do. I started working on her protruding nipple, sucking and nibbling at it as I tried to get my lips around her large areolas. She had her hand on my cock, stroking it slowly as I made out with her big boobs. …

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The Beaten and Raped Trophy Wife Next Door

This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. The Beaten and Raped Trophy Wife Next Door Part 1 It was a beautiful, hot summer afternoon, and Jack was watering a small flower bed in his front yard. After recently selling his company and retiring at 45, gardening and yard work were his new passions, and he couldn’t be happier. His neighbor, Marty, had just come home from work, and after getting out of his brand new BMW SUV, he walked over for a little chit-chat. Marty was a good guy, and Jack liked him. “Those flowers are looking good, my friend,” he said to Jack. “Tomorrow I’m going to have the hedges by your fence cut down a little, and was wondering if it would …

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Amanda and The Photoshoot – 11

Morning arrived with the particular quality of a day she had already decided to get through. She showered and dressed in her usual dark jeans and faded band tee and stood in front of the mirror for a moment. The same face. The throat where the collar had sat across multiple sessions. She looked at both and left. The cab came at nine thirty as specified. The ride was the same blurred city lights. Three pills in her pocket. The session today would produce five more if she completed it. She had run those numbers before the cab arrived and had not stopped running them since. The side door was unlocked. She let herself in and descended the stairs. Chris was at his equipment. Mark was beside him, the same scruffy beard and unhurried quality …

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Just to Get By II

Sunlight streaming through the window in the bedroom wakes me up. It’s directly on my eyes. Moaning I roll over in my sleeping bag and stuff my head under my pillow. A hand roughly shakes my shoulder and Tyler swipes the pillow from me. “Get up, Natalie! Don’t make me drive you to school again!” Tyler complains in exasperation. He’s still shaking my shoulder. I open my eyes and glare at him. He’s staring at me and still hasn’t stopped shaking my shoulder. “Let go of me!” I snap, irritated. He shakes his head and disappears out into the main room. Tyler’s my older brother. He’s 20 years old and we live in an apartment together. It only has a main room which is large enough to be a kitchen, dining room, and living room …

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He creeps while I sleep (passed out}

I’ve always been a heavy drinker and I tend to just pass out on the bed. One night I came in and sort of passed out halfway on the bed on my stomach with my butt and legs hanging off the bed. Though I was relaxed and totally immobile I was still somewhat conscious, just laying there letting euphoria, dizziness and drunken thoughts roll over me. I must have been there at least 30 minutes when I heard the bedroom door creak open. I laid still pretending to sleep so that my husband wouldn’t try to wake me or move me, I was sooo comfortable and relaxed. “Honey, are you awake?” I could hear the brush of cloth and steps as he moved closer. “Sweetie?” he made the word a question. I laid still hoping …

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College Transformations: Part 1

Alisa was really starting to enjoy college. Years of feeling awkward in high school, being a late bloomer was beginning to finally pay off as she began to develop. Her breast were a modest 34B, but her hips flared out giving her a breathtaking ass. She’d chopped off her hair that once hung down to her mid-back and it now rested gently on her shoulders. Still shy from years of awkward interaction, she was slowly learning about the pleasures of alcohol and recreational drug use. She enjoyed getting high because it helped her relax and enjoy other people’s company. Finding the drugs she wanted was a little more difficult. Because she was so shy, she’d resorted to asking only her closest friends to help her get some of cocaine or acid. But she was about …

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