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“I bet the women don’t leave you alone, do they?” Trent laughed. “Not so much now, but for the first week or so, someone was always knocking on the door,” he replied and saw a window of opportunity to maybe learn more about his stalkerish neighbor. “I think I’ve met nearly every woman in town, except my neighbor to the left,” he added, and Johnny laughed loudly, drawing a few looks their way. “That’s the Dawson’s girl,” Brad jumped in. “Rachael? I thought she went to Boston?” Johnny said, looking confused.

After she had had enough of the frustration of insomnia, she jumped off the bed and went into the study to grab some work-in-progress stories she had to cover at work the next morning. Yawning and stretching her limbs, she threw her desk drawer open to take out her glasses and then settled in front of her laptop. *GRAYSON FIRM BANKRUPTCY AND THE ANONYMOUS INVESTOR.* *SENATOR RICHARD'S WIFE CAUGHT IN A SEX SCANDAL WITH A HIGH SCHOOLER* ‘MY MYSTERIOUS NEIGHBOR NEXT DOOR.* The last story heading made her shut her eyes and smack her teeth in exasperation as she slammed her laptop closed, throwing her head backward.

But she wasn’t done. She opened a new tab and ordered a gay p**n magazine, making sure the shipping address was not Xander’s. Instead, she sent it to the mansion next door, labeling it in big, clear letters with Xander’s name. The anticipation made her pulse race. She pictured the neighbor opening the package, confusion blooming, calling around the neighborhood, rumors spreading. Chaos, organized perfectly.

“A good story. Not about monsters. A story where someone feels safe. I don’t have a favorite. No one tells me stories. Only my dad.” Safe. The word cut through me. The daughter of a billionaire with all the money in the world asking a nanny for safety as if it were an impossible treasure. “Alright…” I sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ll tell you about a girl named Lía, who lived in a forest where everything was silent. She could hear the birds, the wind, the branches, but no one spoke to her…” As I spoke, I saw Julie’s eyes grow heavier. Her breathing calmed. At some point in the story, she stretched out her little hand and held mine.

Maybe she enjoyed the experience. I took two steps back. No, I didn’t want this. No girl would want to be with a stranger like that. No matter how talented or wealthy he was. To me, he was just a stranger. [The hymen doesn’t truly exist the way people think. Its proper name is the vaginal membrane. It isn’t a sealed layer—it already has openings to allow menstrual flow. [Some girls’ membranes can change or tear from activities like squatting or dancing. Countless men take pride in being someone’s “first,” setting examples for others, while countless women are bound and judged because of this thin layer.]

My name is Elina Tarell. I am a single mom. My son, Draven Tarell, worked really hard and got into a top school overseas, so I moved with him to Frunderland. Soon, it was his 20th birthday. We didn't have any family in Frunderland, so I only invited our next-door neighbors, Rina and Kian Miran. Rina was just like me, a single mom who raised her son alone. I didn't know what she fed that kid, because Kian turned out massive.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Kristen rubbed at her twat, wondering what she should write next. There's that D&D game coming up, she thought. My best friend will be over. Mmm, what if it became naughty? >>>>>>>>>>> Virgin's Naughty Fantasy Dream Kristen Miller was hanging out with her friend, thinking about that next naughty story she wanted to write in her journal. That leather-bound one she had found at the Dollar Store for a steal. She had written three so far. Three naughty stories. This evening, she sat on the couch with her friend Natalie while in the dining room, which was just to the right, her older brother Carter held his weekly D&D game. The guys were off to rescue an elven princess from an ogre.

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