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Daughter's Curse At first I thought I was having a stroke. I remember thinking, you're only 48 years old and your parents are still alive and healthy. This can't be happening. But when I tried to get out of bed, I couldn't move my right side. Then I realized I couldn't move my left side and for some strange reason, that made me feel better. My vision seemed to be fading too - everything was turning golden in a kind of tunnel-vision effect. But then the sides of my face began to get a tickling sensation and I reflexively moved my hand up to touch the tickle spot and realized my hand moved, so that was a relief. But was it my hand? It was a woman's or a girl's hand - slender, pale, with long pink nails that had little white floral designs on them. Incredible, I thought. Those are most feminine fingernails I've ever seen. Too long, too pink and those flowers were pretty ridiculous. I touched my face and realized that my face not only felt the hand, but the hand felt the face. I screamed. A girl's scream. Almost immediately my 22-year-old daughter ran into the room (I was visiting her at the time) and screamed too. "Who are you? Where is my father?" she stammered and then pulled out her cell phone and dialed her boyfriend, a cop. I sat up and suddenly my whole field of vision turned golden - until I brushed my hair out of my face with my new, feminine hands. My elbow was rubbing against something very unfamiliar and very soft, which turned out to be my right breast. And then I fainted. When I came to, Janet and her boyfriend Jeff were there, slapping me awake rather rudely. What happened over the next several hours is pretty fuzzy, but basically it boiled down to this: Janet had gone antiquing the day before and had bought an old ring which she was wearing while on the phone with her girlfriend Melissa. The two were planning a group date, but they were one girl short for their friend, Christopher. "Gee," Janet wondered aloud, thinking of Chris's taste in women, "If only we had a blonde bimbo here, we'd be all set." A minute later, she heard the scream from her spare room, ran in and found me dressed in, well, dressed in my clothes. Only now, instead of a 6'1", 210 pound man, I was... just what she had ordered. A blonde bimbo. It took a lot of convincing, but since I'd raised her and knew all the details of her life, she finally had to come to the conclusion that she had inadvertently cursed me. She needed a blonde bimbo and the ring had delivered one to her - and then apparently stopped working. Because no amount of wishing by any of us would turn me back. The physical changes were strange, yes, but the most ingenious part of the curse was the mental aspects of being changed into a bimbo. For example, my brain was thinking, "So, you inadvertently wished for a certain kind of woman and somehow that was transferred to me?" (I'm a college professor by training and I admit I sound pretty stuffy at times.) But when I spoke, it came out: "Like, you wished for a bimbo and, ah, now I am one?" No matter how hard I tried, I could only rarely say a more than one-syllable word. For a professor of the classics, that was even more of a tragedy than my body. I was young, yes. I could have been anywhere from 15 to 20. Flawless pale skin, long light golden-blonde hair with big bangs and wisps that fell to frame my face, big blue eyes that always looked innocent and slightly bewildered no matter what I was thinking, curvy legs, round hips and bubble butt, 23 inch waist and... well... huge breasts. DD cup and natural - I thought at first they must be implants, but they were all fat and bounced like Jello when I moved. Janet said that the first thing she needed to do was buy me some bras, because they were going to start hanging to my waist any day. I thought, "You're referring to these breasts?" But I said: "You mean my boobs will sag? Oh wow." Janet noticed the difference in my speech to and remarked that when she cursed someone, she really did a number on them. I was fuming at how casually she was taking all of this, but all I could manage to say was, "I hate you." And then I burst into tears. Clearly my emotions were affected as well. Oh and anger never registers on my face. I just get a pretty pout. A month went by. Then two. Then three. I stayed in Janet's apartment and gradually learned that I was considered MIA by my job, my ex-wife, my broker - everyone who knew me. Janet told me nobody would believe me and she's probably correct. In the back of my mind, I thought that since she was my sole heir, she stood to gain the most if I were declared deceased, but I figured she'd just give me the money she'd inherit. I thought I was slowly going crazy in that apartment. Watching soaps, reading her magazines - I tried to read academic journals at the local library, but ones I once thought were simplistic I now found too challenging. Besides, I couldn't talk to anyone about higher concepts. I always ended up sounding like an imbecile. Finally, I figured I had to get out and do something, because a steady diet of daytime TV and Cosmopolitans were ruining my brain. You'd think with my verbal skills, I could have landed some kind of decent employment, but you forget that what I thought and how I spoke were two entirely different things. Janet wasn't making much money and affording food and clothes for both of us was taxing her. Even though Jeff knew about the situation, as a small town cop, he didn't make much either. Though he did manage to get me an ID through some illegal channels. My new name: Angelina Simons. Angel for short. With that, I finally got the only decent paying job I could find: A Hooter's waitress. Don't laugh, women with bodies like mine make lots in tips at a place like that. But after a few months of that, a customer gave me a business card for a strip club he owned and I showed up there for an audition. I was hired on the spot. It turns out that while bimbos are clumsy at just about everything they try - I couldn't program a VCR to save my life - we're excellent at anything that has to do with our appearance and turning guys on. I went right to work humping the pole, grinding my hips, shaking my breasts, flipping my hair, etc. But the problem was, everything I did for my appearance or to turn guys on, basically occupied my thoughts completely. It's like I was losing a war with my own mind. I'd start looking at a magazine of hair styles at the salon and end up spending hours there, discussing shades of blonde, different cuts, etc., with women who acted as stupid as I spoke. After coming home at 2 a.m. after a night of dancing, I'd pull down my sweat pants and notice how cute my g-string looked running up the cleft of my perfect rear. I'd shake it a little and before I knew it, it was dawn and I'd just spent hours perfecting a new dance move. And makeup, don't get me started. I was totally engrossed with finding the perfect pink lipstick, the sexiest mascara, etc. Meanwhile, the other parts of my brain seemed to be atrophying. I'd try to access them, but each time I went back, I found less and less there. I knew, intellectually, I had read, studied and interpreted the classics for years, but now I could barely remember the story lines. My knowledge of ancient languages had evaporated, too. Of course, I wasn't attracted to men. They were just a leering pack of dollar bill dispensers as far as I was concerned. I was more than happy to have Ron, the big bouncer at the club, toss them out if they tried to touch me. One thing started troubling me, though. My bimbo programming must include a sub routine that has something to do with being taken care of. Bimbos love being taken care of and protected. I first noticed it when I was around Ron. He was your basic Neanderthal, but I noticed I would blush and smile and act super sexy around him. And then there was Jeff, Janet's boyfriend. Also, not big in the smarts department, be he is a naturally caring person. Really too good for Janet, who didn't treat him with a lot of respect. She also sometimes dated people at her work, without telling him, though they were practically engaged. Of course I couldn't tell him, because I counted on Janet for the roof over my head and to... well... just handle things I couldn't figure out. Car insurance, money, taxes etc. etc. Jeff knew who I really was, but he was nice to me anyway. He always asked how I was doing, jumped my car when my battery was dead, brought me chicken soup when I was sick and a variety of things like that. And all I could manage to say were things like, "Oh, thank you so much Jeff. You are soooooooo sweet. I like when you do stuff for me." Then I'd get all giggly and invite him in for tea or something. Since we often both worked nights, we would do things together during the day, like go grocery shopping or cook dinner for when Janet got home. He even helped me pick out new hairstyles and things you wouldn't expect a guy to do. While I tended toward bigger and bigger and blonder and blonder hair, he told me that I should go with my natural golden/honey blonde and to let my layers grow out. I didn't even have bangs any more. It made me look a little more sophisticated. But not much. Now, when Jeff and I used to go out for errands and stuff, I first just wore jeans or sweats. Then one day I found myself wearing ultra low rise stretch jeans and a midriff baring top. Then a low-cut top with my best pushup bra. Then I did my hair up. And wore perfume. And then makeup. Pretty soon I was getting up early just to get pretty for him. I suppose I just liked his attention - I was rewarding him for being nice to me. But even thinking or talking about him, like I am now, made me go into full bimbo mental mode. Switching off that mode became harder and harder as the intellectual part of my brain grew smaller and smaller. So weird. Then one day, after Janet had been out the night before with a co- worker, I felt I couldn't hold back any longer and I almost told Jeff, but somehow being a bimbo really drains you of backbone. I just couldn't make anyone mad at me, even Janet, who no longer treated me with much respect, but more like a maid. She is beautiful - whereas I just have a cute, sexy face - but I think on some level she's jealous. While I was trying to tell him, I was, like stammering. I just could not get the words out. "J-J-J-Jeff, I need to tell you..." I wanted to say "something important," but those words were far too big to say. I managed to say, "I need to tell you a big thing. I mean, a very big thing. I'm not sure I can say this. Oh, this is so, so, so weird." Tears started to go down my cheeks and I just knew my mascara was running. I looked up at him (I'm, like, 5'5" and he's 6'3"), my lips quivering. He took me by he shoulders and said, "Just calm down, honey, I know what you're going to say." Wow. He knew! And, he called me honey! I had just a couple seconds to think what he meant by that, when he bent down and kissed me. Oh wow. He kissed me. Bimbos loved being kissed by people who take care of them. It's like the ultimate thing. I wanted him to want me so bad just then. To take care of me for always, so I kissed him back. A long, hot kiss in which I melted my soft curvy body into his hard body and felt his cock grow in his jeans. I was wearing a short, pleated pink skirt and a low cut white, angora sweater. My hair was coiled on top of my head, because I knew he liked it that way because he said it showed my slender neck and cute slender shoulders. I think he's right about that - I do have delicate features, though my lips are a little big and pouty and of course my boobs are so large. My ass is very round too, but I wouldn't call it huge, you know? Where was I? Sorry, when I think about being with him, I go very bimbo. Anyway, he pulled the clip off my hair and it all fell down around us. By now he had lowered me onto the couch (he is soooo strong!) and was kissing my delicate neck. Then he pulled away and said, "I just can't do this." I felt like my universe had exploded. Before I could say anything, he grabbed his jacket and left, leaving me with heaving boobs and so wet it was unbelievable. My nipples were erect for hours, so much so that guys at the club that night commented on it. All I knew was that he was my protector and I needed him in my life. I called him the next day and he apologized and made me promise we'd just be friends. I did promise that, but... I guess even bimbos can be clever some time. He gave himself a few days to cool off, but we made a date to go to the mall. He insisted we meet there and I insisted he help me shop for a new bikini. After about four bikinis, each one skimpier than the last, I figured it was time to go back to the apartment. He didn't want to come in, but I made an excuse about wanting him to see another new outfit I had bought. So he reluctantly came in and I disappeared into my little bedroom and came out in a new outfit - one I had bought for my routine at the strip club. It was an angel outfit, with little pink wings and a super short white dress that fell in rags just past my ass. My boobs were practically spilling out - you could actually see the tops of my big, pink nipples. And I had a halo on top of my pretty blonde hair. "Do you like it?" I asked him. "I got it when you said I really was an angel sometimes." I gave him my most innocent look and then very very slowly began to work my hips. Just a little. "See? I think it will look good for my act," I danced a little more and he couldn't move. It's like he was petrified. His cock certainly was. I stroked it through his pants, until it was nice and hard. By this time all I had on was the wings, the halo and a g-string. I pulled down his pants and rubbed my hard nipples up and down the shaft of his cock, until he pulled me up and started kissing me again. Then I led him to the bedroom, got down on my hands and knees on the bed and guided his cock into my pussy, doggy style. I'd read that that was the best way to get pregnant, because I knew he was an honorable guy and that was the best way to keep him. He pinched my nipples while he fucked me and it was exquisite. I only wish I could have said that do him, but that's too big a word. I just moaned and said, "Oh, yes, mmmm. Yes yes. Do it. Fast. Fast. Fast." I felt his hot cum in me and prayed I would get pregnant. Eventually, I did. And he did exactly as I thought. He told Janet (she wasn't that broken up), married me and now I'm the proud mother of two beautiful girls. Janet didn't even seem that upset and came to the wedding. She was driving a new Lexus, which she had bought with her inheritance. But I didn't care. I'm happy and I can tell that my girls are already much smarter than I am. Good thing, too, because while being a bimbo does have its advantages, it would be nice to be smart, too. But I'd rather be pretty. And I love getting laid by his big hard cock on a daily basis. Sure my boobs have finally started to sag - breast feeding will do that - but Jeff adores me and he still loves cumming all over them and watching me lick it off. Now that they're bigger and not so firm, it's easy to do. So I guess the curse really turned into a blessing.

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A story in part related to Busted By the Lawnman After finishing my story of "Busted by the Lawnman" of her daughters "discovery" a ultimate pleasure from their own pet. The entirety of the story is all together so read it please: Anyway after having written the story about how her daughter got actually "busted" by me having pleasure with their pet at their home. And having written chapter 7 on the end of that finally and finishing with how her "Mom" nearly "busted her"...

1 year ago
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The Spiral of a Curse

The website looked like one of those creepypasta threads. Black background, white text. It came when people were at their lowest, an icon on your desktop that simply read Revenge or Justice or whatever you wanted most at the moment. The icon above it a spiral seemingly made of stone, diving deeper and deeper, without end. Upon clicking on the icon, they were brought to the aforementioned creepypasta website. The lives of men are unclear, inscrutable. Why do some live lives of luxury idly, while...

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1 year ago
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Daughters Coworkers 2

100% fiction! This all started 3 months ago when my 18 year old daughter Tanya, came to live with me. She wanted to be treated like and adult so I made her get a job and pay rent. In exchange I agreed to treat her like any other adult and she stipulated "and her sex life too". Long story short, she started fucking a big dicked black guy she worked with named Aaron. Within days she fucked him and 2 more of her co-workers on the living room floor as I watched from my bedroom. One of those guys, a...

Incest
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Daughters Breast Milk

Alyssa and Zelda are my sixteen-year-old twin daughters. Two children were all my wife and I ever wanted so when we knew it was twins we picked out our names. We decided on A to Z. If it were to be one or two boys it would have been Allen and Zachary. The first one born became Alyssa and of course the last one became Zelda. Last being only three minutes later. My wife died in a car accident when the girls were twelve years old. She hit her head hard on the steering wheel and was pronounced...

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Daughters Breast Milk by fbailey

Alyssa and Zelda are my sixteen-year-old twin daughters. Two c***dren were all my wife and I ever wanted so when we knew it was twins we picked out our names. We decided on A to Z. If it were to be one or two boys it would have been Allen and Zachary. The first one born became Alyssa and of course the last one became Zelda. Last being only three minutes later.My wife died in a car accident when the girls were twelve years old. She hit her head hard on the steering wheel and was pronounced brain...

1 year ago
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Daughters Boyfriend Serves an Ace

100% fiction! I was laying there in some very transparent red lace panties and Drews’ tee shirt. Head was really confused with my body and my spontaneous reactions to my conversations with this cute teenaged boy one bed over. Only hours before I was in a conservative night gown that more that covered me down to my knees. I felt both guilt and passion as I heard him sleeping on the next bed over from in our very upscale hotel room. I balled up in a fetal position with my mind on my wet crotch...

Incest
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Daughters Horny Urges 3

Introduction: Janie enjoys masturbation with her dad John Kelley hummed a tune as he went into the kitchen. Hi, honey, he said, kissing his wife on the lips. Gmorning, John, smiled Alicia. Ready for breakfast? Hell, yeah, he said, sitting down. Then, eyeing his wifes great body he leered, How bout a little ass, too? He-heh? His wife turned away, hurriedly snapping, Now, John, Ive told you thats supposed to be only for having a baby. Now, please. Stop bothering me about that. I let you have...

3 years ago
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A Gypsy Curse

You are roused from sleep by a banging on the door. Checking your watch you see it is past noon. It was a heavy night last night and your head is throbbing. You remember you are the only one in the house, so you roll out of bed, throw on a dressing gown over your naked body and stumble to the door. In front of you is an old gypsy woman. "Sprig of lucky heather, young man?" she asks, her eyes twinkling. She smiles revealing a graveyard smile. "You got me out of bed for that?" you ask...

Fantasy
1 year ago
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Laundry Theater The panty Curse

Laundry Theatre: The Panty Curse By: Pinkman100 I grunted as I lifted the last of my heavy laundry baskets up and onto one of the many tables at the local Laundromat. Taking a moment to catch my breath after hauling in several overly packed baskets, I found myself wondering if Kim and I would ever finally get our own place together and move in. Maybe then we would have our own laundry machine and I wouldn't have to procrastinate laundry and end up taking just about every...

2 years ago
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The Curse

The Curse By Jason Sommers It all started shortly after my wife and I divorced. I decided to join my friends down at the bar. After a couple of hours of drinking and playing pool my friends decided to call it a night, but I wasn't quite ready to go home, so I sat back down at the bar. About 20 minutes later a beautiful woman sat down next to me. We started to talk and before I knew it we were leaving together and heading back to my place. When we got to my place, she was all...

2 years ago
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The Curse

The Curse By Jason Sommers It all started shortly after my wife and I divorced. I decided to join my friends down at the bar. After a couple of hours of drinking and playing pool my friends decided to call it a night, but I wasn't quite ready to go home, so I sat back down at the bar. About 20 minutes later a beautiful woman sat down next to me. We started to talk and before I knew it we were leaving together and heading back to my place. When we got to my place, she was all...

1 year ago
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Christmas Curse

The Curse JoAnne forced her way brusquely through the dense crowd toward the Thai place on the corner. Lord, she hated holiday shopping – screaming brats, the jarring sounds of ringing bells, the constant fucking “gimme, gimme, gimme” of the damn “charity” workers. As if they weren’t really there to guilt you into forking over the goddamn money. And all these fucking people just kept on bumping against her, wrinkling her $2000 black skirt and jacket power suit. Didn’t they have somewhere to...

4 years ago
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daughters idea

add me on msn. [email protected] to chat or give feedback. I found my daughters journal few years ago when I was cleaning her room. Sara hides her journal in an intake vent next to her bed. She writes everything from things she did the day before to things she has done sexually, and her dreams….and fantasies. Sara has been dating a boy for about six months, and i recently read in her journal she gave her first blowjob to him. She described how she was in his bedroom, and he kept putting her...

3 years ago
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Daughters Horny Urges 5

Introduction: Janie and her fathers first time John peered back at his daughter through his own hazy lust. A few beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and his muscles were tensed as he held himself poised over Janies body. His balls rested against her puffed out cunt lips and his cock was lodged up her hungry cunt all the way to the thick root. Her pussy lips were split widely, taking all of his big cock. They were stretched about as tightly as they could stretch without tearing the soft,...

1 year ago
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Daughters Coworkers

100% fiction! My daughter Tanya came back to live with me when she was 18,I guess her mom was to strick on her. Her mom and I had divorced a couple of years ago and I lived in a different state so I hadn't seen her in 2 years. When I did I immediatly noticed how nicely she had filled out. She was dark haired and pretty like her mom with a nice slightly plump figure and bubble butt with big tits. When we got home and she settled into her new room, we had a long talk and caught up on each others...

Incest
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The Diaper Curse

(All characters in this story are at least 18 years old) Joanne Abadila was at a loss. It was not the death of her estranged parents that got to her. Joanne's parents where a very traditional, conservative family. They had very strict, scheduled to the letter life-plan in mind for her since the day she was born. She was meant to go to the same law schools, have the same friends and get the same job as her parents did, all boiling down to looking after the family's estate just as her parents did...

Fetish
2 years ago
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The Curse

Note: The author encourages unauthorised reposting, sequels, and blatant plagarism of this work. THE CURSE By Wyrdey "I'm sorry, Sir, we're full tonight. You should have made a reservation." Calvin watched the argument unfolding. He knew that, while he was technically a door man, his job also required him to provide some muscle if customers became unruly. "Do you know who I am?" the irate stranger demanded. Calvin was impressed. Marcel, the head waiter, was a...

3 years ago
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Grandmamas curse

Grand-mama's curse --------------- A young lady is sent out on a mission to right a wrong. --------------- The young lady had been given a mission. Find the son of a bitch and bring him back to grand-mama. Actually finding the man would be of little problem; he was a very powerful and well-known figure. But grand-mama was an aging Gypsy witch who had been wronged. This man had done evil terrible things to her and her people, and had to be made to pay. The young lady...

2 years ago
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Sophies Curse

Sophie's Curse Chapter 1 - Squeezed Through a Tube My guts were being squeezed through the opening of a tube of toothpaste. My arms flailed to grasp onto something to keep all of me from going out that tube. Next thing I was falling and trying to grab onto something. A dream. I awoke breathless. Great pain. I had been in a stupor for days now since I first came to. What had happened to me? What was I doing in this hospital bed? It started to come back to me. Nurse Johnson. Me...

4 years ago
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The Irish Curse

The Irish Curse By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part One A half dozen teenage girls were buzzing around the locker room after showering, drying their hair and hurrying to get dressed after track practice. They were stuffing backpacks, jumping into their school uniforms, and collecting everything they needed for the weekend. "Ok, girls," yelled Holly clapping her hands. "Now that everyone's dressed, don't forget anything and we'll see you on the bus at eleven." "OMG, they...

4 years ago
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The rubber doll curse

NOTE. This story has no racial or cultural agenda nor have I. It is simply a sexual fantasy. If I offend you then I opologise. That said read and enjoy. The rubber doll curse. "Get out of the way you lazy arseholes," I shout. The road ahead is completely blocked by a procession of cars and vans. At the head of the procession is a horse drawn carriage which is what is slowing things down. I am late for work and at present on a warning for my tardiness. I had left the house...

3 years ago
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I Went to Europe and All I Got Was This Succubus Curse

DISCLAIMER: This story involves corruption and demon transformations towards the end. If this is not your thing then I suggest not reading. I Went to Europe and All I Got Was This Succubus Curse By Schizo Jason loved learning about history, especially if it was history from another country. When most people go on vacation they would look forward to late night parties and meeting new friends. Now, that's not to say that Jason didn't enjoy those activities as well. Instead, he would...

2 years ago
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The Witchs Curse

ChristiDart 5,710 words [email protected] (The first chapter)                          The Witch?s Curse: A romance novel By: Christi Kay Dart                                     The Witch?s Curse1         CassyMcSmith sat quietly on the front porch swing, as the wind blew softly onto her rosy-red cheeks.The sun felt crisp against her skin, as it brought out thepigments of her fair, milky-white complexion.Cassy was a young, beautiful, teenage girl, of 17 years of age.Through out her...

2 years ago
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Maddies Curse

There was a sickening sound of screeching tyres followed by a dull thud. Ominous silence sent ice-cold fear racing through Maddie's veins and she ran blindly across the street, the gravely tarmac shredding her bare feet - although she barely noticed. Another car stopped and voices buzzed like mosquitoes on the edge of her consciousness. Sasha was lying in the road, deathly still. Maddie dropped to her knees, dirt scraping her flesh. She touched the familiar silky fur, trying to convince...

2 years ago
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Daughters

I needed a set of metric wrenches to change some parts on my foreign car and I knew Andy had some so I stepped across my yard to my best friend’s house to borrow them. I didn’t bother knocking, Andy and I had been best buds since we could toddle, we grew up, went to school and college together then after we married we bought homes side by side. I wasn’t expecting to encounter hot sex when I went into his house but when I stepped around the door I saw him standing with his back to me, his pants...

3 years ago
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Experimenting with curses

Every decade, three sisters of the witches convenant met on the eve of Shamain, the night of the dead. They were known among their peers as philosophers and researchers. Most of the witches in the world dabble in petty curses and potion making, but this was not enough for them. They wanted something more. So they made a pact among themselves to never to fight each other and to help each others in their research. This decade was no different from the others. At the exception of the subject of...

Mind Control
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Daughters Swap The Erotic Story

I believe you have seen or at least watched an ad about this one particular series? Haha. Well if you don’t basically it’s a series where the fathers swap their daughters based on the themes like graduation and stuffs. Here is a story of my own. (If there is one like this then it would be really unintentional. Really.  ) Since the story revolves around 4 person, the perspective of the story will change. MARK “Hey Mark, have you seen this new website?” Dave, my old friend and...

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