The Little Harem 13

Kailey sat alone upon the sectional, Wii-Mote in-hand. The colors on the TV whizzed by as she raced Bowser across the track, getting passed by other computer-controlled avatars. The race was not going very well for her, and she had sort of given up a...

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The Little Harem 12

Brittany breathed huskily. "Feel how sopping wet you are?" Came the low, lustfully growling voice behind her. "Might even be wetter than Kailey." The chains rattled as she lifted her butt up higher as his fingertips entered her tunnel, hooked, and...

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Puppy-Doe Love

Justin held his breath, listening to the lawn-mower across the street. He peeked around the corner of the house, watching as the mower turned their bend and faced away from him. He took his chance, and dashed from his spot to the house just a few feet...

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Caught In-Betwin

The engine growled like a poised lion as the truck pulled round the corner and came to a stop amidst the painful squeal of badly-worn brake-pads. The lion went to sleep, and a billow of smoke drifted out the window as a final drag was taken from a...

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Manuum Ignium Chapter 3

It was the deepest he had slept in some time. When his mind slowly roused, he remembered naught a dream; nor, more importantly, nightmare. He felt heavy and solid, like his bones were made of lead, his blood made of tar, and his sinew made of cured...

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Pen Is For China

"Oh. What're _you_ doing up this early?" For a Monday morning, this was an unusual question from mom. Usually it was: _why aren't you up yet!?_ Followed by a cold breakfast and a few miles over the speed-limit. "_Rrmh_... Cabby," her brother sleepily...

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Esther Bunny

The bell rang. The halls of Redcliff Middle School became a near-stampede of adolescents eager to get home. That kind of animosity was not unusual at the end of any day, especially not a Thursday; however, this Thursday was a three-day...

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Raspberry Line Chapter 3 - Butterflies

Lunch arrived, and then passed. Crispy Tacos, with ground meat that left a metallic aftertaste. Presently, Emeral sat at her desk, as she had done all morning, staring at the back of Ket's head. It was all she could do to keep from falling asleep. So...

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Lonely Oak Chapter 2

Miss Rachaun sighed as she drummed on the kitchen table. Make that the _clean_ kitchen table. She smiled. Cleaning was more liberating than she could have ever imagined. Or perhaps it was that she knew, in a couple of weeks, she...

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Raspberry Line Chapter 6 - hTife

Emeral waded through the crowd, as if through a murky swamp of reeds, kelp and driftwood. Why teachers had them line up at the door was a mystery to her, because it all ended up as a boiling race to eat food that probably needed to be shielded behind...

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