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Slots IV By Julie O. It was a quiet afternoon at the old desert garage. It had been several days since the old mechanic had gone out looking for a new victim. He would soon get the urge to patrol the lonely stretch of Interstate 15 than ran from the California border to Las Vegas. Patrol wasn't a good term. It was more like hunting. He looked around his empire and gave a short laugh. He was the proud owner of four old buildings in the middle of nowhere. His garage was located...
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Pilar Paloma was arrested by two ICE agents — a man and a woman — around 3:30 on a Monday afternoon. She was across the street from the school that had just let out. Sitting on a bench on Brookside Boulevard, waiting for the Main Street Max to take her to the Crossroads. To the Wrigley, to Walker. In March, 2017 the Kansas City School Board had approved a policy that prevented ICE agents from being on school properties without a warrant. We don’t know whether Pilar had been targeted...
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Tabitha "So this is the little punk who threatens my administration?" Ryan watched as his jaw muscles flexed in slight agitation. "You know, Davy, of all the things I ever thought could bring us down it certainly wasn't some punk kid who stuck his nose in somebody else's business." "Yes, sir. What do you want to do with him?" President Stephen Bolland, began pacing the floor puffing on his cigar in thought, "Popping off a couple of Democrat senators is one thing, they were...
Taboo TabiA short story by Dave--------------------------------------Dave’s sexual content disclaimers:The following material is an original erotic fictional story, intended exclusively for an adult audience. If you are not of legal age to view such material, please exit now, thanks.Graphic language and detailed descriptions for all aspects of various sexual situations and encounters are central to this story, from beginning to end. The content within may be considered taboo and therefore...
When the plane landed in Cleveland, my Blackberry had five new voice messages and two e-mails. I assumed they were from Alix then much to my surprise discovered they were all from Tabitha. The situation was simple enough, but disappointing. There'd been an emergency with Tabby's daughter Sierra. Instead of picking me up at the airport, Tabby asked me to either stay the night in Cleveland or to drive to Warren on my own. I drove to William Mckinley's home town. I tried to call Tabby back,...
The Taking of TabbyChapter OneOver the last couple of years, I had been exploring the sexual side of my personality. What did I like? Who did I want to be? As a happily married woman, the ?straight? side of my sex life was good. We’d always enjoyed each other and loved to play together. We’d even tried some ?not so normal? things. Had a three-some with a male friend ? explored the ?darker? sides of sex ? even some gender swapping. Most with great success. But there had always been a...
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Ladies and Gentlemen, President Chelsea Clinton By Heather St. Claire January 20, 2025 NBC News Anchor Natalie Morales: And there you have it, the inaugural address of President Chelsea Clinton. And now the new President is embraced by her husband, Marc Mezvinski, and her children, Bill, who is 12, and her daughter Olivia, who just turned eight. And now, a heartfelt hug from her mother, Hillary Rodham Clinton. Wouldn't you like to know what words they're exchanging at this...
I couldn’t believe my life. After what my uncle said, then my aunt wouldn’t call him on it, I had no choice. I left. I didn’t deserve that. I didn’t want that. I don’t deserve that. I don’t want that. Not at all. Never will. I didn’t mind housework and things, but when he said I was legal now and needed to do more around the house, more around the bedroom, more around them, I just fell into myself. He said think about it. He said I was cute and cuddly, and he wanted some cuddles. Aunt Sue...
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The club wasn’t too crowded for a Saturday night, mostly because of some concert down town. My girlfriend, Kate, loves going out for dancing and drinking. I don’t mind the dancing; I’m just not that good at it. We usually hang out for a couple of hours until the music’s thump and alcohol’s buzz gets her horny, then we go home and fuck for another hour or so. That night Kate was more playful than usual. Between dances – which means during drinking – she would teasingly rub my inner thigh...
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I knew I shouldn't get romantically involved with my niece, for she was a blood relative and some say it's wrong to be your blood relative's lover, husband, and father of her children. Well, I can make my own decisions and that is just what I did. If you saw Tabatha, you would agree that I made the right decision. She has to be one of the most beautiful girls on the planet. I invited her over to my place for summer vacation since she was between semesters and I was quite lonely way out in...
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Hello ISS readers! This is my second story. Thank you everyone for the overwhelming response to my first story. Here, this is JD, back again with my second story. This is a real story but with certain nuances added to make it a good fun. I was studying in a reputed medical college in Chennai. The heroine of this story is my classmate Sanjana. She is a slim, tall girl with a busty figure. Right from the day I entered this college, I had an eye on her figure. Though not so fair, she looks...
Tags : shower sex, hot friend, kissing Hello, everyone, this is Raj is from Pune. You can contact me at This is the story where I and my friend Trisha had sex after a badminton match. Trisha is one of the hottest girls in my college. She carries any outfit with confidence and looks great(as she was athletic). We met on the first day of college and have been friends since. She is a flirt and was single and I was too. I enjoyed her company, sometimes we used to chat a lot but none of us fell for...
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2010 - 2011 For the next couple of years, things went relatively smoothly. I didn’t have to provide much more than routine guidance in Washington. John had a compliant Congress after both the 2008 and 2010 elections, and he got most of what he wanted from them. He really did turn out to be a third term of the Buckman administration. The American Renaissance Initiative, Adrianopolis/Stouffer, and The American Impact Project all worked together to push a moderate Republican agenda, and...
The Stables of Mistress ClaireBy Ivan Wilson [email protected] Synopsis: A party-girl is kidnapped & taken to Claire’s stables. She is hypnotised & converted to a ponygirl, satisfying all of her new Master’s fantasies. At the stables, she joins an increasing group, including Claire herself, who live as human equines.Story codes: mf, mm, ff, bd, cons & nc, bs, lact, preg, teen.THE STORY:Introduction:Claire was feeling very satisfied that her long-term plans were coming to...
We were interrupted when Suzanne appeared, looking bedraggled and exhausted. There was a slightly awkward exchange as Tara said her goodbyes and got dressed, while Suzanne pretended to not care that we had been enjoying ourselves in the bed she shared. 'You OK?', I asked her to break the stony silence. 'Fucking knackering being up there. All my leg muscles are in agony. And its just started lashing it down', she moaned. I resisted the urge to remind her that it was her own fault, and...
Hopefully erotica for those who would like to be titillated.Sorry to run off early ladies, but I have to get home to put the little ones to bed. See you all next week” shouted Amanda as she ran out of the changing room. I sat on the bench in the old school changing rooms, absolutely shattered. It had turned out to be a really lovely evening, with three other mums, from my k**s school, playing badminton. I hadn’t played since I was a teenager, and I used to love the game. Sadly age, ch*****n,...
The Badminton MatchThe sports club usually closed at ten thirty in the evening but this had been a grudge match between two girls who did not particularly like each other and therefore neither would agree to a draw or a postponement when closing time came and as a result they were the last two in the gym.Jane was tall and fairly slim with long blonde hair, tanned legs and arms which were shown off to advantage by her white skirt and blouse. In contrast Alice was a...
Hey guys, this is a continuation of my previous asstr story. So, do check it out, guys. This is the event that took place after the badminton court. My best friend Kalpana and I took a shower in different bathrooms. I wrapped a towel and sat on my bed. Kalpana came out wearing a towel and her hair was still dripping wet and it was just so beautiful. I moved my towel a little bit and started stroking my dick as she was drying herself. She saw me and turned away as she was shy. I went near her...
Hey guys, this is the third part of the events that unfolded after our badminton session. To know more, read the previous parts. It’s been a week now, I and Kalpana would make out in college whenever we got the chance and I would slap her ass when no one is around. Sometimes, I would squeeze her ass when we were in a crowd. She sucked my dick dry many times in the college washroom and would swallow my cum. Now, we were friends with benefits. One day, I got a call from Mani (my badminton coach...
In ancient Arabia, intrigue and betrayal in a tribe ruled by women leads to a severe, but very erotic, punishment.Author’s note: The Thamud were a real tribe in Ancient Arabia. No one knows why they disappeared around the time of the rise of Islam. Some say it was because they were Matriarchal in an ever more Patriarchal society. Oral tradition says they were wiped out by the lava flow and dust from a volcano. No one knows. And this story of ancient tablets which tell their story is fiction......
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An Intrinsic Knowledge Database are special sets of files within Michael which provide basic information. How to open a door, how to tie his shoes, that 2+2=4, grass is normally green, the sky is normally blue, and red means stop why green means go. Yellow, in this case does not necessarily mean go very fast. Julie, Chip, and Becky followed Michael downstairs to the basement. He positioned them both next to his worktable as he carefully removed their skull caps. Next, he picked up two...
The road was every bit as rough as I remembered: granite boulders, sandstone, steep, deep ruts, narrow. I was in my new Jeep Wrangler, the first off-road trek I’d made with it. What a perfect place, the old Anthony Lakes lookout. I’d been there once before with my parents, probably twenty years earlier, when I was a teenager with much more important things on my mind than a mountain trek with parents and my brother, like girls.My parents were still around, but my older brother, he’d gotten...
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The first time I saw her I was walking down the hallway and I glanced into the conference room. Standing there was the most amazing creature. Gorgeous face with a girl next door air about her. She stared at me through the window and we locked eyes. We had an instant connection. I walked into the room and my boss, Pete, was standing next to her. ‘Bill, this is my girlfriend Tabitha.’ ‘Call me Tabby.’ When I squeezed her dainty hand, that first touch was electric. Weeks later, I was sitting in my...
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Lucas Barrett boarded the train after a long day, and a long week of work. The area he normally sat in was full of other people wearing a range of business suits to fast-food uniforms. He climbed upstairs where he saw several empty seats. This area was less popular as most passengers wanted to be near the door when their stop arrived. Since Lucas knew he’d be on the train for a while, he didn’t mind. He set his jacket and briefcase in one seat and sat down near the window when he felt something...
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The Hucow database is a CPU hard-drive that details the entire process of a world's conversion of its entire female population into humanoid livestock. It includes: Instructions on how to implement the Hucow conversion process including blueprints and facilities necessary to begin conversion as well as the funds to do so. Information on the varying forms of livestock and pets (such as ponygirls for pulling carts, cowgirls for breeding and milk production, and as Nekos (cat-girls) for keeping...
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It’s started this late Saturday night at a night club. Colette Enzo’s has woke up & found out she was laying down past out in the middle of the dancefloor. Colette has been partying and drinking all night with her girlfriends. Colette was looking very sexy. She had on a hot red leather tight pants and a black blouse and high heels opened toes shoes. Colette was enjoiying herself and having a good time…too much of a good time. Colette was drinking all types of alcohol and took...
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“So ya gonna take the job or not?”Jessie looked coolly at the man sitting across from her. She didn’t like him. Not his silk shirt, not his slicked back hair, not his fake tan. Gino the strip club owner. He was a walking stereotype. Her thoughts drifted mournfully to the Glade plug in working overtime in her office to combat this douchebag’s aggressive use of Axe body spray. Then she thumbed through the bundle of cash he’d tossed in her lap.“Look, I need this done, and I’m told you’re the...
SupernaturalMelissa hurried down the street hunched against the rain. Her wispy blonde hair matted down to a dull brown in the downpour. The coat she held carelessly against the aggressive storm molded to her slight frame. Yet it wasn’t the weather she was trying to avoid. It was the stares. The inescapable feeling that everyone knew. Knew what had happened to her. Knew she had changed. Knew that she was a boiling cauldron of lust, desire, and need. Knew all they had to do was demand it and...
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