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Hello people. I was doing something and ended up on my Scribd account and it hit me. Why am I not posting here anymore. I used to like doing this. So I got one of my stories that I finished recently, and fixed it up, pdf-ed it. Made a cover. And now it's posted. :) Finally Big Enough... by JemGirl on Scribd I had forgotten how hard it was to make covers. Decent covers really. And after having that other pic represent this story for me, it was hard just finding one that I thought matched the story. I still don't think that this does that, but it's far closer than others I've rejected. Maybe I'll rework the cover later. I use to do that too. House Boy took a me a long time to get a cover that I was happy with. Well, later.  👋

"Are you even hungry?" Dad asked me as we left the movie theater. "Not as much as before, but I wouldn't mind some fries at least," I answered him as Alic bumped my shower. "I'm going to need a little more than that," Jimmy said as he spoke up. "I'll have to agree with Jimmy. I'm famished," Kent chimed in with. "I think I saw a 'Five Guys' on the drive here," Sam suggested. "What about you, Robin?" he asked the man next to him. "Sure," he answered. Robin's eyes kept straying in my direction, which I guess was expected, but he seemed less uptight than he did when we met earlier. "Five Guys' it is then," my Dad announced before turning to lead the way out of the theater. We got back into the cars and split up with discussing it. Other than the drivers, everyone else had swapped cars. I sat in the back seat with Alic while Sam rode shotgun with Kent. Once we ...

There is no picture for this story. This came from role-playing with a guy who actually talked to me over at Tumblr. So we did that, and then I wrote this base on that and pics of two guys he sent me. As always, feel free to let me know what you think and if I messed up somewhere. ======== "So, you like being watched. You like toys," I told the boy before me. "I do," he answers. "Anal play is your type of game," I pointed out. "And I love toys, and anal. I'd love for you to watch me," he tells me out of turn. "Ssshhh," I tell him as I place my fingers over his lips. I watch him as he stays quiet and understands not to speak unless told to. "You want an older man to hold you down and hurt your ass," I continued as I worked my way through what I knew of him so far. "How about two?" I asked without expecting an answer since he told me that fact and I just told him not to speak. "Yes, or you...

I fixed up and made something a bit easier for people to get their hands on. I told you about this essay ruined my ability to suspend 'reality' and believe that Superman can settle down or even have a sex life with someone human. I'm going to have to really ship Superman and Wonder Woman now. There is nothing wrong with that, I just have never thought of them being together before. Either way, I tracked down as much as I could about the essay " Man of Steel - Woman of Kleenex " and put them together in a pdf that I just posted over at Scribd. Have a look. Man of Steel - Woman of Kleenex by Larry Niven Then near the end I found this comic that incorporated some of that concept into at least one of their story lines. The Pro  was a hilarious one-shot adult comic from  Garth Ennis, Amanda Conner  and  Jimmy Palmiotti  that showed some of the...dirtier...aspects of being a real-world superhero. Recently, Palmiotti mentioned on his blog...

I walked into the lounge and saw her sitting there in a tank top that was almost as small as her breasts and a tight pair of jeans. Her long blonde hair was out and coming over her shoulders. When she looked up and saw me her hand slid into the front of her jeans and I stood there for a few minutes as I watched her masturbating to the sight to me. “Are you going to stop any time soon?” I asked her as I slowly stiffened from the show she was giving me. “Not by myself,” she told me with a grin on her face. When she started to move her hips I moved to take a seat next to her. “Mind if I joined you?” I asked her. “Not at all,” she said as she looked down at my budge. Her eyes stayed glued there as I opened my fly and tugged my cock out. “That was what I was dreaming of,” she told me as I started to stroke myself. “And how long have you been having this dream?” I asked her as I spread my legs a little more as I continued to stroke my hardening cock. “About three weeks I think,” she slig...

"Paula, get into the car," Daddy told me. I didn't protest as I waited for the driver, Robert, to open the door so I could get in. I heard Daddy talking to him after the door was closed, but I didn't hear what they were talking about. "Mmm," I softly whined as Daddy turned it on. I looked ahead at the camera that I knew was there, but never saw. As we finally drove out of the private garage area and onto the city streets, the speed fluctuated between one and three until Robert turned off the main road and into a large park. I think it was turned off unless there was a point five setting that I didn't know about. My pussy was still shaking from before, so I couldn't really tell. I looked at the trees and grass and even a lake while a few other cars drove by. We then took a fork off into a roundabout and came to a complete stop. Now the vibrator was turned on again. Slowly the window on my side of the door became clearer. I could I see...

"It's still wrong," Daddy complained when I lifted my skirt to show him my new outfit. "But it's shorter than the last one by two inches," I told him." I thought you would like this new costume," I said a little teary-eyed to play off his sympathy. "Oh, Baby," he said as he moved closer to give me a hug. "I like everything but the length of the skirt," he tells me as I feel him running his fingers across my bare lower back. "How short do you want it to be?" I ask with a fake hickup as I pull back to look up into his face. "Short enough for me to see your ass without you having to lift it up. Short enough for you to ride my cock without getting undressed. Short enough for me to play with your filthy ass hole standing up without have material to push out the way." he tells me as he does just that to push his thumb up my cunt. "Daddy," I breathe moan as I grab his shirt sleeve. "I...

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