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Lucky Seven Of Nine

All rights reserved. Paramount owns the Star Trek and Voyager concepts and the authors own what remains of the rest of the story. Not to be posted or sold without permission of the authors. LUCKY SEVEN OF NINE By Eric and Caleb Jones PART ONE - ADJUSTMENTS Tom Paris looked appreciatively at the lush curves and blond beauty of Seven of Nine. An explosive gasp of air escaped his lungs as Seven turned sideways to read a data display. The best bosom aboard Voyager gently bounced...

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Taking the Fall

Taking the Fall By The Professor "Mr. Jerome, there's a Steve Martinez here to see you. He doesn't have an appointment." Mary's voice was tentative. I wasn't surprised. Lawyers make enemies - even young ones like me. When someone shows up without an appointment claiming to be an old friend, the secretaries always exhibit a little bit of caution. But Steve Martinez really was an old friend - or at least he had been. I hadn't seen him in several years but I knew he resided in the...

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My Pet Teacher

(He turns the table on his teacher)CHAPTER 1Man, I fucking hated science. And I especially hated that bitch of a teacher Ms. O'Hare. She failed me last year in science and math which meant I had to come back again this year to do 12th grade over again. When she had given me the news at the end of the school year, I was fucking devastated. I think that bitch actually smirked when she saw how upset I was.You see Ms. O'Hare is the hottest teacher in school, if not the whole state. She is only 26...

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Test Driven

Test Driven By Gingerfred Man A Pantyboy Profile INTRODUCTION My name is Cheryl. I'm 20 years old and I'm a pantyboy. My best friends, Judy, Amy and Sandy, are pantyboys too. Simpering little sissies made for the pleasure of nice men who treat us well. Pretty little angels with mouths and bottoms eager for cock. We've all been featured in our favorite magazine, Panty Boy, a celebration of all that is sissy and wonderful in the world. I know it's your favorite...

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Storm

Storm By R. Johnston Chapter 1: The Arrival The unmarried Kennedy sisters' small farm was on a quiet stretch of the coast just about a mile from the sea. Jane in her early forties and Maggie younger by a few years, managed to make a living from their small dairy herd and a flock of free range hens. The farmhouse was a two storied solid building surrounded by elm trees planted half a century ago to protect it from the prevailing north wind. It could not be seen from the main...

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Carnival of Mirrors Four Fates

CARNIVAL OF MIRRORS: FOUR FATES By BobH (c) 2004 Cedar Junction, MA, May 16th, 1987, 2:40 pm: Hot dog franks sizzled on griddles, sugar was spun into floss and onto sticks, vendors hawked their wares. The crowds swirled around happily, shouting and laughing, unaware of the danger that lurked among them. Reed Carter rubbed his stubbled chin thoughtfully and took in the scene before him with the experienced eyes of a predator. The fair had come to town two days earlier, the rides...

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Impractical Magic

Impractical Magic Part 1: Halloween has always been my favorite time of year. At first it was because of the costumes and candy and the fun of pretending to be someone else. Not that I ever really wanted to be anyone other than who I am... it's just fun to pretend sometimes. I kept dressing up on Halloween long after all my friends had stopped. Every year I'd find some new excuse to buy a costume. At first, it was taking my younger sister and her friends out trick-or-treating, but...

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Sara s Magic Crayons SRU Chapter 9

Magic Crayons by Maggie O'Malley This story is dedicated to my Auntie Sara the Art Angel. Her beautiful creations both art and literary bring joy and love to all they touch. Yet as wonderful as they are, they are not the greatest gift she possesses. The greatest gift of all is the beautiful young woman herself. Auntie Sara you are a kind, generous, and gentle soul with so much love to give, and so many who want to give love back to you. You bring a smile to my face every time...

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M S Jewellery

Ah, dear reader, you join us at a most auspicious moment, one which may change the lives of a cast of characters which we will shortly meet. Yes, dear reader, perhaps change some lives in a way you might imagine, and perhaps in a way you might not, but certainly not in a way that our protagonists imagine. But before we meet them, our main subjects for discussion, (let us call them Anthony and Theresa, for that is how they introduced themselves one to another) allow me to set the...

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The Politics of Sex Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being a Big Beautiful Woman

The Politics of Sex (Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being a Big, Beautiful Woman) Author's note: Sorry I haven't been around, but I basically write these as the fancy takes me. If that's been an inconvenience, please don't hold it against me. Anyway, here's one I just felt a bit inspired to jot down after gawking at some pics of the unfairly sexy BBW model Syrianna. Enjoy! Obviously, this isn't intended for anyone under 18, etc. etc. The chime of the elevator...

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Kitty

Note: The author encourages unauthorised reposting, sequels, and blatant plagiarism of this work. KITTY By Wyrdey It is late at night when you first hear the knock on your door. You were just on your way to bed and are annoyed. Who could it possibly be at this hour? Before the door is even half-open, you feel a powerful push from the other side that almost knocks you over. The bearded giant of a man now standing in your hallway looks you up and down appraisingly as he...

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Confused I was Part 4

As I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, all I could think of was how was I going to make this happen. Be who I was and who I wanted to be without hurting those closest to myself. My head was filled with scenarios and possible future plans but also with a confusion as to why I had been so overwhelmingly flushed with guilt after one of the most intense, if not the most intense sexual release ever? Being dressed in my sisters tennis kit felt so amazingly exciting...

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The Greener Mile parts 4 6

The Greener Mile By Goldie Hunter Parts 4 - 6 as previously posted on Top Shelf Editor note: I am sorry to say that the parts included in this are all that has been completed for this story and more than likely will not be concluded. The reason is, if you don't know about it, Goldie Hunter passed away last November on Thanksgiving evening. She had been my friend for several years before she ever made up her mind to write. I encouraged her as much as I could but didn't force the...

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The Curtsey part IX

The Curtsey Part IX By Sissy Smith The week went fast for everyone. Jessie was busy training Leo and Ted and things were going her way. Both boys had succumbed to her charm and domineering ways. Jessie was still amazed at how the possibility of sex with her or the idea of a peak at her beautiful naked body would entice a boy to do. It was true, they really did have two heads and neither of these boys was thinking with the one on his shoulders. She now had both Leo and Ted walking...

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MAU Painting the Town Pink Part 2 Enter the MAU

I must have dozed off for a few minutes then, because the next thing I remember is Jerry shaking me and saying, "Mike! Mike!" over and over again. I opened my eyes. I had slid part way down on the seat of Julia's pickup truck. Jerry was standing outside the open passenger door. When he saw I was awake he grinned hugely embraced me. I pushed him away roughly. My head and face still hurt like the devil, and opening my jaw was agony, but at least I was thinking clearly again. "What the...

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