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World of Warcraft fantasy 2 : The Grimtotem

Teylyn prowled along the edge of the Grimtotem camp, edging near the campfire where Magron Grimtotem sat, meditating. She had been sent to help quell the destruction of nature in the Stonetalon mountains, both by the Venture Co. and the Grimtotem Raiders. It seemed that in recent months, the two factions had been working together, the Venture Co. reaping the lands of riches and the Grimtotem serving as able guards and allies, as well as raiding both horde, and alliance camps alike. Teylyn’s eyes flashed, though she was stealthed, as she unsheathed her razor sharp claws. They gleamed in the moonlight, accentuating the sharpness. Teylyn arched her back, tensing her hind leg muscles, preparing for the pounce. Her nerves were in overdrive, every thing seemed 20 times louder, and timed seemed to slow to a …

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Practical Women

“There she is.” Dad smiled and opened his arms, offering himself to me as soon as I’d 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.” I hugged her tight and kissed her cheek. “It was okay. I got through alright.” “Welcome home, dear.” Mom kissed me again, all of us smiling happily. “Come on, let’s go inside. I fixed everything up for you.” “She fixed everything up six years ago,” Dad said with a chuckle. “Oh you!” Mom rolled her eyes at him …

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The Pill Ch. 3

Frog The glare of bright lights woke Heather. Strapped down to a board, she cried out in fear. The last thing she remembered was being at a bar and picking up a man when her mind went blank. Maybe there was something in her drink, she had a headache to prove that, but as the bright lights rushed by her vision, Heather became fearful. About a week ago, a man named X had approached her. He gave her a story about being a scientist and was looking for people to help him with an experiment. His pitch for her joining the trial had been perfect. Heather had been in her early forties before taking the shimmering blue pill. Always a looker, now the wrinkles of a non-stop party lifestyle had taken a toll on her …

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Strong Women and sub me Capter three and four.

Chapter 3. We hadn’t heard from Audrey and Pete in a while, so when I arrived home, Lynda surprised me with the news that she had organized a dinner for the four of us at our local pub that evening. It turned out to be a delightful social gathering, and we all had a fantastic time. During the evening, Audrey mentioned to Lynda her and Jackie’s idea of planning a girls-only night out with a small group of about four friends, where they could enjoy drinks and some adult entertainment. Naturally, my wife was thrilled about the idea. “I’ll take care of the arrangements,” Audrey confidently declared. A couple of days later Lynda received a phone call from Audrey. “I have arranged the night out for this Friday if that’s all right with you,” she …

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My girlfriends stripper roommate

My story begins 15 years ago when my wife Debora and I first met. I am 50 years old and still in pretty good shape, I’m 6 foot tall 235lbs and dark brown hair that is still thick and full. Debora is 5 foot 6 and weighs in at 160lbs with dirty blonde hair that she always keeps in a short bob. She has nice thick hips and 36DD tits to die for. I could suck on her nipples for hours, their dark brown and as thick as my thumb. She lived in a 2 story house with a roommate that at one time she slept with, but since then they had stayed friends. Me personally, I had no issues with this. I was friends with her ex before I had met her. Anyway, they …

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Safari

I was beginning to believe his mumbo jumbo, and it scared me. Was I under a spell? Is that why I sucked the black boy’s cocks today. I sat, thought about it, and decided to come clean with Iggy about everything happening to me. I grabbed another beer and sat back down by the fire pit. My mom and dad said goodnight and went to their tent, and Iggy left simultaneously, stopping me from talking to him. I drank a few beers, sitting there until it was pitch dark. I looked at the flames and thought when suddenly Zafra and Enzi sat down on either side of me. Zafra, laying a bedroll on the stump. No one spoke, so we just sat there. Enzi took the can from me when I finished my beer, leaned …

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Dog Who Owned Me

My life changed on a Friday, just after I’d turned eighteen and recently moved into a new life. That’s how I liked to think of it. After leaving the modest village where I’d grown up, I’d moved to the modest town where I’d be attending community college. I wanted to be a graphic artist or something, I wasn’t really sure, but I liked art and I was kind of good at it anyway. So those were the kind of classes I took while I worked part-time at Sears, dressing mannequins and putting up decorations and displays, stuff like that. It wasn’t a bad job, even if it only paid for my rent and just enough food to keep me from starving. My parents sent me a little every month and I’d be okay, except I …

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The Beverly Hillbillies_(0)

I am self-employed as a business marketing analyst. My job is stressful and usually very busy. As my own boss though, I take off time whenever I want to. This particular day I have taken off to go fishing. I’ve gone to a stream, I know of, in the Santa Monica Mountains. It is a beautiful summer day of 1965 in Southern California; and I’ve found a nice shady spot along the stream. Later that morning I spot an older man walking upstream with a fishing pole. He is tall and slender but looks to be a transient. He has a week-old beard and he’s got on old shabby clothes and floppy hat. He wears a collarless white shirt and clodhopper boots. As he gets closer to my fishing spot, he calls out, “Howdy there, …

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