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All these stories are a work of fiction and care was taken - no
letters were hurt when they were placed on the page.

Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of my
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.

Every story I write contains CONSENUAL sexual situations between
adults and kids, women and dogs, and any other combination that I
can think of and that these stories should not be read by anyone
who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if
they did. Most if not all of the stories I write contain explicit
pornographic material; it is not for minors under the age of 18
or close-minded people.

Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.
described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  None of the following is based on real organisms or
organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.

Due to the nature of the material that I write, I advise anyone
who is turned off by these topics listed below NOT to read them
or request to read them. The stories that I write cover topics
such as:

Beastiality, incest (consensual), pedophilia (consensual),
mother/daughter, pissing (I like the giving end of it),
teacher/student sex, church sex (probably will burn in Hell for
this), work sex, humiliation of women, degrading women, bondage
and discipline of women, and anything else I can think up.

Here are my thoughts on writing stories for my own enjoyment:

What I write in these stories not practical, not least of all
because a fantasy avoids the mechanical problems of such a
real-life scenario, but the strongest reason of all is the
mindset that it would take to carry out such a thing as what I
write about, which few people (let alone the average girl like
me) could manifest, no matter how much the fantasy appeals to
them on a personal level.

Well, those are my thoughts on the subject. I write stories in
which women are degraded and humiliated, but I don't believe that
I am a bad person, just a bad writer, but you are free to form
your own opinion

Here is hoping that your fantasies continue to thrive as it is a
good thing for people like me to know that I am are not alone,
that other people feel the same way, and that indulging in a
fantasy is not the same as an adult committing vicarious
situations that I write about.

Author's advisory: All these stories that I write about are for
adults only. If you're under-aged or of a closed mind and you
read my stories, your teeth will rot and all your hair will fall
out! This stuff is too mature and sophisticated for you.

Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome
to continue.

Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com

F f implied sex


Parent Cheerleader Heartbroken to Learn She Had Sex with Wrong
High School Cheerleader

Cherish Valley - Former parent cheerleader forty year old Angela
Keathley is having a very bad week. First she was thrust into the
public spotlight Monday after she was brought before the elders
for having sex in the stall of a women's restroom at the family
strip club with a high school cheerleader. Then she discovered
she had been having sex with entirely the wrong cheerleader: not
her good friend fourteen year old, Kristin Owen, as she had
originally believed, but fifteen year old, Renee Thomas, another
cheerleader on the squad whom she barely knew.

"It was really dark in the bar, Renee said she was Kristin and
had her school I.D., and I guess I'd had a drink or two",
explains Keathley about the mix-up. "Plus, they're both blond.
So, it was an easy mistake to make."

Keathley had been nursing a crush on fourteen year old Kristin
Owen for months. "I wanted to tell Kristin, like, so many times
before," admits Keathley, "during practices at the school, or
games, but there were always too many other people around, and
anyway, we had to keep our focus on spelling out all the letters
in the cheers while making sure that we flashed our tits and ass
to the crowd."

The time finally seemed right on that now-fateful night at Strap
On Julie's last weekend, when, fortified with the liquid courage
that has precipitated many a female revelation, Keathley finally
proclaimed her love to the teenager she thought was Owen. She was
surprised and thrilled when her teammate seemed to reciprocate
her feelings, and invited her back to bathroom stall.

It wasn't until the next day, when Keathley left the courthouse
picked up a newspaper and saw the headlines about Thomas's false
identification, that she discovered to her horror she had hooked
up with the wrong high school cheerleader.

"I thought it was bad when Kristin started punching people, and
got me arrested, and then I lost my position on the cheerleader
squad at the school" says Keathley bitterly. "But then to find
out it wasn't even Kristin, but some chick named Renee, and
Kristen was dancing at another family strip club in another town
completely oblivious to my love for her? That really sucked." 

Not oblivious anymore: since the debacle made the local news, Owen
hasn't been returning Keathley's phone calls.

As for fifteen year old Thomas, Keathley hasn't yet begun to
forgive and forget. "Renee ruined my chances with Kristin," the
older woman says bitterly. "And besides she's a bad kisser."


  
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