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Baby Face Jack's Biggest Fight
The referee held his gloved hand high in the air. The crowd was hushed as the ring announcer spoke, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this World Featherweight Championship Boxing Match to unify the title, by technical knockout, and still undefeated; Baby-face Jack Mc Coy." The crowd scr... Read full Story
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The Creators: Book One by
Chapter One: The Life Giver BRANDON My twin sister is dead, but she’s not gone. Death is a tragedy in the remote village of Towerhead, but it’s not a rarity. Farming accidents, disease, famine, natural disasters, you name it, it kills people in Towerhead. So, six years ago, when the oxen-pul... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 1
He had gotten a job with a large company doing odd jobs, mostly filing papers and bringing out mail. It wasn't much, but it was enough to pay for a small one-room apartment on the seedier side of town. Since he was still very shy from his experiences in high school he hadn't made any friends yet, bu... Read full Story
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A Certain Perception
Kyra was not the girl of my dreams. I never DARED dream a woman that good would just walk into my life. She was smart, sassy, vivacious, intuitive, resourceful, and a real 'people person'. We met in an Internet chat room called "Working Girls". We're not talking about the kind you find in ... Read full Story
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Amphotericity
It's hard now to look back on who I used to be and accept that we're the same person. I know a lot of people could say that but whereas they have most likely changed gradually with age the alterations to my life happened suddenly, unexpectedly and all due to a strange twist of fate in an otherwise u... Read full Story
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A Perfect Life
The reasons I am not writing this myself. I have finally convinced someone to do it for me. She promised to post it on the Internet, but only as fiction. I suppose it is a bit unbelievable. It all started with the best of intentions. I had married my love while we were still in college. She... Read full Story
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Would You
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her sk... Read full Story
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Tina's Secret
My name is Jordan Conrad. Those of you who read my "Rebecca's Secret" series probably remember me. If you've never read them, I guess I should give you a quick summary, so you're not in the dark about what's been going on in the past few months of my life. Bear with me during the slo... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 7
As Debbie was led into Dr. Jacobsen's office, she saw that Mistress was already there waiting for her. "Your property Miss Chamberlain", the doctor proclaimed, indicating Debbie. Debbie's heart began to flutter with love and submissive fantasies as she saw Mistress. Mistress was dressed in... Read full Story
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Doggy Style
"OK, which exit is it?" Trish was driving with Penelope in the passenger seat up front. Meredith sat in the back behind Trish's seat with Angela behind Penelope. The quarter were sisters in a sorority attending an annual Alpha Phi event together. Every year different chapters across Sou... Read full Story
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Bangkok Night with Thai Ladyboy Dancer
I was visiting Thailand back in the 90s and was blown away by the “Potpourri” of sites, sounds, and smells (not all of them good) of this city. Beautiful women were at every corner and very friendly to foreigners. I went out with a group of guys on the town after dark to check out the go-go bar scen... Read full Story
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Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 7
At the academy Denise and the others immediately resumed their old routines. The training for the second year slaves had started a few weeks before the new batch of sissies arrived at the academy. Not many new elements were introduced in the training as the second year was mostly about perfecting th... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 4
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate being around people. Actually, I hate being alone: it brings out the weird self-critic inside me. But god, do I hate crowds. Fall registration brought mobs to the campus. The half-empty dormitory that I had shared with a few Asian engineering students was... Read full Story
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Becoming a Sissy Slave
He gave me the choice. He had programmed me for a week and knew which way I would probably choose, but he gave me the choice. I could get out. Or I could continue. It was up to me. On my knees or out the door. It was that easy. Now I had to choose. I guess I should backtrack, first. You ... Read full Story