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“Jake,” Anna said, popping her head around the door. “Your sister’s in the waiting room.”Jake looked up in surprise from where he was just finishing off writing notes on a patient’s file. It was five thirty, and he was just about to knock off for the day.“Beth?” he thought out aloud, before telling his young

Hello and thank you for taking the time to read my story. I am a thirty year old bi-sexual woman who became a widow when my husband was killed overseas seven years ago. I have been bi-sexual for many years and I have really gravitated more towards women since my husband’s passing. Recently I was

This story is pure fiction. None of the characters in it are real. As the title suggests it follows on from my previous story, “Offered My Stepdaughter — Part 02”. I’ve tried to make it readable without having read that story though.***Angela thought about what her mum had said about using her tits and her

It was the day of my sister’s wedding, and my priest was giving me trouble. I really didn’t know what was going on. Too much had already happened today, but the general gist of it was that everyone who had something important to do up front had to be there, including my sister and the

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.This is the final part of *this* story though I may come back and revisit these characters later.Comments are encouraged, I honestly read all of your comments and love hearing feedback. Especially if there are stories you might like to

There’s an old saying that goes something like, “That boy’s as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” That’s how I felt when I walked into the funeral home’s large visitation room.Once I reached my thirties, it seemed I only ever saw my family at weddings and funerals. Not my immediate

Here’s the story of how my mom turned into the teams personal cum dumpster.—-EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE of 18 and up——–Let’s start off with me. My name is Paul, I’m undersized in the height department compared to my respective teammates who easily tower over me but I think when it comes

My mother and father have grown apart over the years. Both had their affairs but kept the unit together “for the kids”. I remember being 17, desperately trying to keep my father’s attention and watching him flirt with many young women, wondering, what do they have that I don’t have?Those kind of “daddy issues” got

And The Winner IsMan, I am wiped out. Eight cities in seven days. A rock star concert schedule. I wish we were that exciting. Pitching our new IT product to our top revenue generating customers should not be so exciting. But it was. They loved it! Lindsey was awesome as my pitch person. Didn’t hurt

That day I got home early, thinking that I finally would get something I had desired for a long time, a quiet shower, without a queue of impatient and complaining family members. My wife was still at work, our kids were out doing their chosen activities. I listened intensely as soon as I got inside

[All Characters 18+, Start Part 10, of 12]John felt like he was in heaven, slowly touching his own cock as he sat in a loveseat that formed the base of a U shape configuration with two couches, one on each end.On one couch, his son Kevin was lying on top of his mother, John’s wife

[Cassie lies in a coma after her fight with Jack. Is the love of her sister enough to bring her back. This is the conclusion to ‘Shooting with Helena’. I hope you enjoy it. C xx]*Having a near death experience can be, so they say, a liberating experience. Some people who claim to have had

I know what you’re thinking. Impossible, right? I mean, a woman can’t give birth and still be a virgin, can she? I’m here to tell you that it is not only possible but it actually happened. I guess I need to give you some back ground first. My mother fell in love in high school

Reading notes: This is a stand-alone story, but I would advise reading Chapter 1 first to get the background of who the main characters are, their relationships, and how they got to the point where this second installment begins. I am particularly indebted to Arking, not only for her very kind comments on the first