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The Love of Money II – Chapter 06: Into the Woods

Saturday, September 7th, unknown time I was floating through space. Weightless. Like dust being carried through a breeze. I was dead. I had to be dead, and I was going on to whatever else was after this life. Figures I’d kick it after a little over a month of being the richest man in the world. Or was I? Pretty sure neither heaven nor hell had that pine-fresh scent thick in the air. Neither of them struck me as being cold and wet either. Blinking was difficult, and every attempt felt like something was scraping the retina off the back of my eyeballs. However, I managed, and the first thing I saw was my feet dangling about fifteen feet above the ground. “Oh fuck!” I yelped, my arms flailing as I tried to grasp something …

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In the Heat of the Night

Anne walked back to her car after the big concert. Her ears still rang with the music of it. She lit a cigarette that illuminated the darkness around her, making her chestnut hair shine. She was a pretty quiet woman, 20 years of age. Just as she got her cigarette lit good and going, it went out, and she heard a little fizzle. “Dammit, what the hell?” she looked up and saw the first few drops of rain they’d had in weeks. She welcomed this rain, covered her cig, and lit it again. She resumed walking back to her car, and right as she reached it, she felt a tap on her shoulder. A young man with what appeared to be either black or very dark brown hair came up to her. He looked no …

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A New Friend and She Might Be the One

I’d always been picked on for my size, topping out at 5’5″ on the dot at my tallest I was always the smallest throughout my school life. Ever since I started my second year of middle school the bullying began. I was a pretty decent goalie in soccer, played decent basketball despite being the shortest in the team, and had even taken up skateboarding during the weekends. I gradually lost interest in these as my interest in writing and English grew. I’d spend less time outside playing games in my spare time and instead spend it hunched over a piece of paper with a pencil. I finally ended up dropping all of my sports after my first year. Thankfully my parents were, and still are, supportive of me doing whatever I want as long as …

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Train Ride_(3)

It was 10:45pm, rain and wind battered me from every side and I ran in a desperate attempt to make it to the train before it left for the last run of the night. I shouldn’t have had that last drink. I couldn’t recall why I’d gone out in the first place. Sure, it had been Toni’s birthday but it wasn’t as though she would have cared if I’d been there or not. Of course she probably wanted to con a few drinks out of me. I was just a spare wallet to her. I shoved 10¥ into the ticket machine and snatched up the card, running through the security check, smacking the cars againdt the gate and heading down the stairs to the metro. “Please make it on time!” I prayed. I had no …

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CALL GIRL CHRONICLES 5 – Breaking Cookies

“No, sweetie, it’ll be fun!” said Kimiko, speaking into the phone. “It’s not like you’ll be doing anything you never did before. Remember that time with Richard?” “That was different, Kimi,” protested Holly. “Richard was my boyfriend, not some total stranger!” Holly was Kimi’s freshman-year roommate in college, a petite blue-eyed blonde whose child-like facial features made her look much younger than she actually was. Kimi had discovered that Holly was bi-sexual almost by accident, at a frat party they had both attended. They had gotten pretty drunk, and Kimi had gone up to one of the bedrooms to lie down for a few minutes, her head spinning from the alcohol. Holly had wandered in a few minutes later and fallen down on the bed next to her, and before either of them knew quite …

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A Boy and His dungeon XV

Sunday morning, the girls made breakfast. I could get used to this domestic life quite quickly. Over coffee, we discussed the project and its ramifications. We all were aware of the potential for abuse and the danger it posed for ourselves, but we also knew that we were nowhere near the full potential of the process. We couldn’t figure out a way to safely use what we had learned on a large scale. I repeated my reasons for not publishing, and added that even if we were to market a limited version, say for sleep or study, some bright boy in China would have it reverse engineered in no time at all. Getting a patent, would offer no protection as many Asian countries did not honor patent law. Despite all the future problems, I felt …

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Ms. Hinds Worst Day

The classroom buzzed with the faint hum of the air conditioner, the late afternoon sun streaming through the blinds and casting long, golden streaks across the desks. Jenny sat at her table, a stack of math quizzes in front of her, the red pen in her hand poised over the next paper. Tiffany sat across from her, legs crossed under the chair, her own pile of papers neatly organized. She’d offered to stay after school to help grade, and Jenny couldn’t deny the extra hands were a relief. “This one,” Tiffany held up a quiz, squinting at the name in the top corner, “says the area of a circle is pi times the radius squared, but they multiplied it by two instead. Should I mark it wrong or give them partial credit?” Jenny glanced at …

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Bad Teacher – Chapter One: The Plan

“And that,” said Ms. Archer with the slightest smirk, “is why boys are falling behind girls in every category. The older generation of white-haired males may still be in power, but girls are more intelligent, less governed by primitive instinct, better at communication, and have longer attention spans; it’s just a matter of time before this generation overtakes both the good old boys and the weak, subservient old women who enable them. Final papers are due on Monday, and I expect each of you to provide solid arguments supporting your vision of a future society based on this premise.” I muttered to myself a bit and rolled my eyes, but made sure to do so without being seen; I didn’t want to get drawn into an argument that the bitch would win by trumping in …

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The Long Con – Magnificent Mandy part 1

I remember the day so vividly, when I first saw her. In fact, many times after we made love I would think back to that day. Hard to believe it has been 20 years now. My hair is turning gray, my skin is getting leathery, ​I have developed a bit of a belly, though I try to work out a lot to keep it from getting too big. You don’t want to be too fat when you are only 5 foot 10. The pounds show fast. I heard Miranda make a soft noise in her sleep and she spun over and cuddled back into me. The trees were blowing outside on this Saturday morning, and the cool breeze of Autumn were just beginning to blow. I have to say, despite the legal battles and the …

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BUYING MY STEP-SISTER, PT.5

(Hey I am curious, are there any women reading this? If so, can I get your thoughts on this story line?) Ashlynn Luker was lying there, taking every bit of my dick. “Pinch your nipples” I told her, as I pumped steadily away. “UH-h-hh!” She moaned out loud, as she was pounded into again and again. Ashlynn was tugging her nipples as told, looking at me with a s slightly glassy look, mouth open. She was all but being bred, used as her buyer intended her to be, and it was apparent she liked it. A lot. I had been doing this to her long enough, so I changed it up. Going ‘all in’, I held, knowing she would expect me to begin to grind as I have done before. Instead, I let go of …

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Revenge, Pt 10: The Return_(0)

Chapter 10 There was a soft knock at the door. It was always the same two taps with her. Like the start of a joke. I stood up and crossed the room to the door, reaching out to let my fingers rest on the handle. Then I hesitated. I felt nervous. I hadn’t seen her for more than two weeks, even staying in my room all that evening to avoid her, knowing it would be more exciting for the first time I see her to be when she visited me. Two weeks doesn’t sound like a lot of time, but it felt like months. Taking a second to steady myself, I let out a quick breath and pulled the door open. I noticed her expression first, that look of complete shock at my answering the …

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Adventures of a male prostitute #1

Jake sat in the living room of his Vista, CA apartment. His mind was going over ways that he could make a living without working a typical 8 to 5 job. Jake was a surfer and he wanted to be able to head for the ocean any time that he heard that the surf was up. He had tried sales but he wasn’t very good at it and made very little money. After days of thinking he decided what he was going to try next. He carefully worded an ad to put on Craig’s List and on one adult dating website that had a check box that said yes or no about whether you were an escort so he knew that they did not object to his kind of ad. He had to word it …

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The Rain of Pharaoh

ONE She slammed her hand on the countertop. “What do you mean, there’s no reservation? Rhianne Fitzgerald, PhD. I made the reservation a month ago.” “Sorry miss,” said the harried clerk behind the counter. “I’ve got one room left with a king sized bed. I can give you a cot.” It was late afternoon, and a few rays of sunlight faded to yellow through the tinted windows of the lobby. Dr. Fitzgerald was flipping through the pages of her pocket calendar. “Here it is… Oh wait.” She turned to me sheepishly. “I made it for next week, accidentally.” I sighed. It had been a long flight. Not the part in the air, but lines in the airport. And now a line was forming behind us as we stood with our heavy luggage in the crowded …

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The Dreams of Ashley

All names and location have been changed Let me know how you guys like the story. This is my first story on here. ================================= When I first laid eyes on Ashley was in 7th grade. We were young. My First true feelings started in 9th grade. Her birthday was 2 weeks before mine. When I turned 16 i threw a big party. And of course, Ashley was there. Between the years i was one of her best friends, she wasn’t from our town, she moved from Florida her 7th grade year. She was the shy type of person. But the longer she was here, the more outgoing she was. She would be shy to the people she didn’t know. But at school it was like she had been there her whole life. She grew popular …

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The Motorcycle Diaries: Stranded

The Motorcycle Diaries: Stranded © 2020 by Mojavejoe420 Fuck. Utah is full of assholes. I stood there on the side of the road with my motorcycle parked, helmet on the seat. I smiled and waved at the cars and RVs that didn’t come by very often, but nobody stopped. Some kids in a camper waved back, but that’s been about it. I guess they don’t get too many black people up in here. I drank all my water and the heat kept heating. I cursed myself again. The guidebook said this Escalante Staircase thing was an amazing sight, and it was. But it also wasn’t traveled very heavily. And as hot as it was now, it was going to get cold when the sun went down. I wiped some beads of sweat from my forehead. …

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Sarah’s Submission: Ch 26 – The Proposal

This is a 28 chapter long form story. If you are finding this for the first time, I would encourage you to go back and read from Chapter 1 to get the most enjoyment from the overall story. Enjoy! Sarah woke in the morning to find Mr. Michaels had texted her the number ‘2’. Her only surprise being the number seemed low for what she expected out of the lecherous old man. Deciding to knock out the first in the shower with her shower head, she made sure to leave the shower curtain open to give him a good show for the camera. When finished, she held up a finger indicating ‘1’ and blew the camera a kiss. She had no idea if he would really see it, but had fun pretending nonetheless. At school, …

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Divine Justice II: The Family

I left Hanna the next morning and got in a cab that took me to the airport. Hanna and I had sex twice more before I left; I’ll never forget that night. After two planes and another cab, I stood in front of my new home. It was a three-story house with a nice front yard, tall windows and a wide, shadowed porch. It looked like something my parents would buy. I smiled as I looked at it. Hartford would be a new start. At the airport I had honed my abilities. They were nowhere near perfect, but I could do some pretty neat things. Using my newly sharpened mental senses I scanned the rooms of the house. I was able to get a visual without actually going inside. It was quite nice. The rooms …

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Cousins Gangbang

It’s been a tradition in my family that once someone turns 18 that they and all their cousins, well, those who are of age, all go out for drinks. It started when my two oldest cousins, the identical twins Catherine and Ellen, bumped into my next oldest cousin, Faithe, not long after her 18th birthday and they decided to go to a pub in celebration. The tradition continued for my other two cousins, first Emma, and then Faithe’s younger sister Victoria. When my 18th birthday came around, I was both surprised but happy to hear from Catherine about organising a full weekend away. The reason I was surprised was because there was a 4-year age difference between me and Victoria, and an 11-year age difference between me and the twins. Being younger, and the only …

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Twisted Wedding Confessions

The dim light of the old stone church filtered through stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the wooden pews. Father Elias, a tall man with a stern face and piercing blue eyes, stood at the altar as the young couple entered. Mark, the groom, was a sturdy farmer with calloused hands and a simple smile. Beside him walked Elena, his bride-to-be, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her modest white dress hugging her curves. They approached the priest, nervous excitement in their eyes. “Welcome,” Father Elias said, his voice deep and commanding. “Marriage is a sacred bond, one that requires preparation of the soul. You must both return individually for private counsel. Mark, come tomorrow morning. Elena, afternoon. We will ensure your union is blessed.” Mark nodded eagerly, squeezing Elena’s hand. “Of course, Father. …

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The Gang part 3

The week stretched like a wound refusing to scab over. Days bled into each other with a sickening sameness, mornings spent scrubbing my skin raw in the shower, afternoons staring blankly at spreadsheets until the numbers dissolved into meaningless pixels. My keyboard collected a fine layer of coffee droplets where I’d zone out mid-sip, the liquid cooling unnoticed until my fingers brushed the mug’s ceramic chill. The bus window reflected my face back at me, pale and smudged with exhaustion, but movement beyond the glass snagged my attention. A leather jacket rounding a corner, broad shoulders unmistakable even at this distance. My breath fogged the pane as I pressed closer, but the crowd swallowed him before I could be sure. Just a trick of the light. Just paranoia chewing through my sanity like termites through …

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