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Anna and Tyler

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Anna was lying back on the sofa, flipping through channels when her phone rang. “Hello?” she said into the phone. “Hi Anna!” The high, excited voice of her friend Tyler. “What's up?”

Anna gave a sigh, “Nothing really. Just bored.”

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Average: 4.2 (13 votes)

Night of Spectacles, A

One lady aims to steal the Prince's heart, the other his wealth. When their plans clash, a dangerous competition ensues.

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Average: 4.2 (15 votes)

Bathtime

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Cheryl was sitting, bored, on a wet Tuesday afternoon. She knew she ought to do something creative with her day off, but inspiration was just not coming. "Forget it" she thought, "I'll grab a bath and achieve things later". As she undressed, she ran her fingers down her smooth stomach and up to her breasts. "Such a lovely feeling, it's just a pity they're so small". As she continued to stroke her breasts, the nipples began to stiffen. She started to remember the games she used to play in the bath when she was in her teens.

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Average: 3.8 (11 votes)

Just Between Friends

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Sara cast an annoyed glance at her friend Lindsay, her view obstructed slightly by the pink swell of her own bulging cheeks.  The slender blonde was giggling incessently as she held down the trigger on the miniature air compressor clutched in her hand, her wide, full-lipped mouth pulled into a gleeful, mischievious grin.  Sara rolled her eyes and chomped irritably on the hose that Lindsay had thrust into her mouth, wincing as she felt the seams on her shirt start to give.  The black Guinness t-shirt had always been one of the tougher articles of clothing in Sar

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Average: 3.2 (5 votes)

Little Light Reading, A

Having a housemate can be a mixed blessing. At its best, the arrangement can be mutually beneficial with both parties gaining lifelong friendships. But at its worst, having one can mean inviting an annoying, rude, or even a criminally minded lunatic into close proximity with ones personal space. Too often it is that the trauma can far outweigh the financial benefits. So it was with relief that Susan had been able to rent a room to her long time acquaintance, Holly.

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Average: 4.2 (12 votes)

Cinderswella

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Once upon a time in a Kingdom far away lived a pretty little girl called Cinderswella. She was brought up in a happy little house with her mother and father. But one day when she was still very young her mother became ill and died. Cinderswella wondered if she would ever be happy again. When her father found someone new, she thought her dreams had been answered.

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Average: 2.3 (3 votes)

Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 3

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Mrs. Seegler gave me a XXXXL t-shirt that actually tucked into my pants. She said she'd have new brassieres and some cute tops for me in a few days knowing I was in need of some new garments quickly. I had walked to the shoppe so I called my friend to come pick me up. Mrs. Seegler and her friends squeezed me back outside of the place and waited until my ride arrived.

"Thanks for all your help...and sorry about the door frame," I said blushing. "No problem. I needed to get that fixed anyway," Mrs. Seegler smiled, as a blue full-sized Chevy van pulled up to the curb.

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Average: 2.8 (4 votes)

Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 2

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"You're going to stay that big? Stay that size?"

"I think so," I replied. "Are you upset?"

"Upset! Are you kidding?!" you exclaimed as you moved even closer, your eyes on my humongus chest. "I think it's great!"

As you physically admired my breasts, I decided not to tell you that something like this had happened before, a year or two ago. I had gone from a paltry 38D to my current 68EE after a series of bizarre dreams. Now, I had gone from a rather large 68EE to...what? Only my seamstress could know...

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Average: 2.7 (3 votes)

Washout

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We stood outside washing the cars. The sun was shining down, reflecting off the drops of water on the bodies of our vehicles like twinkling stars. You slapped a dripping soapy rag onto the hood of your car, sliding it around on the smooth metal surface. I sponged down a fender of my yellow Volkswagen.

"Baby, hand me the hose. Could you?" you asked. You looked to me, noticing how wet my white tanktop was getting. My breasts--my "succulent 38's" as you called them--swayed bralessly as I rubbed down my car.

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Average: 3.3 (4 votes)

Pump, The

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Betty bounced her newborn son in her lap as she waited for her husband to exit the lab. Her car stereo tuned to the local classical station, she took Timmy's pacifier from his limp mouth quietly so as to not wake him up. Gently, she placed him in the seat next to her and sat back in exhaustion. In the rear view mirror, a mid 20's woman with short black hair and bags under her eyes stared back at her.

"I need some sleep," she moaned. "No, scratch that. I need some good sex, then a hot bath, then I need some sleep."

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Average: 2.5 (4 votes)
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