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A dream I don’t want to let go of yet. After being in the cold for so long, the warmth that caresses my skin right now feels like the gentle touch of a caring lover. The air smells faintly of pine smoke and something masculine, which makes me believe this is a man’s place. My eyes orient, and I notice I’m in a cabin. The wooden paneling has been done so well that the heat is conserved well in here. It looks so cozy, like one of those cabins straight out of P*******t. I can hear the gentle crackle of fire somewhere, and I assume that’s where all this warmth is coming from. Oh my god! Have I been kidnapped by one of those prince charming from romance stories? I giggle at that absurd thought, b

I dropped the panties back where they were and began to check the drawer. In it, she had some lotion, fingernails, and a book. In the bottom drawer, that is where the fun begins. She had 3 dildos of various sizes, lube, a vibrator, and a p**n magazine, which caught my attention. I grabbed and opened the magazine and started to flip through it. There was a naked posting for each session, and there was a picture of a girl licking the pussy of another girl.

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

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His shorts. She then brought it out; it was full, hard, and throbbing. She took her time to feel it against her palm; the thought of having such a long and mighty dick inside of her scared the shit out of her, but she was determined, so very much determined to finally have a taste of him. “Rosita!!!” Both of them immediately released each other, jumping up to their feet. Eugene's dick immediately went flaccid and back into its formal nature as he immediately raised his shorts back to his waist. Wondering who it was that had bumped into her house unannounced and without any notification.

Cupping my mound through the shorts, I feel my juice seeping out and I rub two of my fingers on it in slow circles, but it's not enough, so I put my hands right into my shorts to touch myself. My finger on my pussy directly feels good, I gasp as shock waves travel through my body and then I open my eyes to see that there is a magazine under one of the bottles. Pulling my wet hand out of my shorts, I use the other clean one to pick up the magazine that caught my attention, it's the same magazine Ellie once brought to the bathroom when she let me watch her masturbate. Back then I had been too shy to look at the magazine but now…it's only me here and I want to see it all.

The dorm room smelled like instant ramen, vanilla body spray, and the faint metallic tang of nervous sweat. Finals week had turned the entire floor into a pressure cooker, but room 412 was quieter than most. Lights off except for the two desk lamps and the blue glow from Lena’s laptop screen. Textbooks and highlighters littered the floor like casualties.

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My eyes widened, and before I could stop myself, a short, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips, my hand flying up to cover my mouth. “Is something funny?” my boss asked, his eyes flicking toward me suspiciously. “He… he’s the one that committed those murders? Or am I seeing things?” I muttered, my voice low as I stared, my heart starting to pound again, a strange mix of shock and disbelief settling over me. “He is the one who killed over thirty people and got severely injured,” my boss replied, looking at him again, his expression unreadable.

The weekend had barely begun, and the penthouse still carried the faint scent of their earlier passion. Ava was lounging in the living room, wearing one of Ethan’s oversized t-shirts and a pair of tiny shorts, reviewing her college notes on her laptop. A sudden knock at the door surprised her. She checked the security feed and smiled — it was Ryan, her college friend from the business program. She opened the door. Ryan stood there with a charming grin, holding a folder. “Hey, Ava! Sorry for dropping by unannounced. I was in the area and realized I missed some key notes from Professor Sharma’s lecture yesterday. Mind if I borrow yours real quick?”