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Meet Christine: single mother with a lot on her plate. When she's not taking care of her infant baby Sarah, she's dealing with her overbearing mother, Pamela, reminding her of Christine's deadbeat baby daddy or her past with drugs. Can she find happiness outside of a pizza box? Meet Samuel: Rich, handsome, and about as shallow as a puddle. When he's not having sex with the hottest piece of intern, he's talking shop with his uncle, Gregg. So when Christine and Samuel start talking again, as old schoolmates do, are there sparks flying or is this a disaster waiting to happen?

Saddle up, partners! Are you ready for the biggest, baddest, fattest, and gassiest cowgirl in the West? Voluptious Velma is a 300-pound bandit who's hungry for money and men. But can a dim-witted deputy see the good in her, or will he break under her like so many horses?

Three short stories in one audiobook!For any lover of futanari, D--k Girls, Alien Impregnation, or erotica, do we have stories for you! In this collection, you'll get all the d--kgirl on lesbian stories you want and have a long story afterwards. This bundle includes: Help! I’m a Woman and My Baby Momma Is an Alien from Outer Space!, The Long End of It, and The Haves and the Have Nots.

"Paige continues her inspection of his loft then notices the long hall leading down to his most private moments. She turns to the right towards the hall. Taking a few steps, she looks back at him daring him to stop her. He doesn’t. She slowly proceeds down the hall bracing herself for what she may see or find. The possibilities excite her. This hall seems endless, but Paige kept her eye on the closed door at the end. A closed door holds secrets. Delicious secrets. Paige’s pulse quickened. Did he have what she is so desperately seeking? Paige stops abruptly."

This is one close encounter you weren't expecting! When Karen Biggs is abducted by Aliens, she's given a mission: Aave an entire species by getting one alien pregnant. The catch is that the aliens aren't the ones doing the probing. This alien impregnation futanari story isn't for the faint of heart. Who knew first contact would be so steamy?

Hi, my name is Anna, and I'm a sissy crossdresser with a difference. You see, I managed to get myself a nice big bump, courtesy of Jake, my ex. However, he didn't stick around when he heard about my miraculous change, so I focused on a new career in adult entertainment to get over him.

Kiara had groaned but did as she was directed, and she was glad, because the overnight trip turned out to be a pre-wedding fun party where only the bride, groom, Kiara, Selena, and groom’s closest friend was invited.

“You mean…you’re not coming in with me?” Hayley asked, feeling something in her stomach drop, though she didn’t know what she’d been expecting. Amber flashed Hayley a smile that was half-regret, half pitying.

Upon the occasion of her own demise, Mary Seacomb was buried, as was her wish, between the roots of the tree - despite the malevolent elements of her work and the fact that she was expressly forbidden from entering any of the church buildings within the surrounding areas. Accounts and parish records from the time reveal that she was regarded as something of an asset to the local area. This was particularly on account of her apparent ability to shield the town and a number of local villages from the effects of the black death.

We passed in front of the men, some of whom gave me angry stares. I laughed inwardly. How easy it was for them to blame another for their own misfortune. I knew some had their eyes on my navigator, while others affixed theirs on me. I had often been the subject of many an attention, but I hardly indulged in such subtle fantasies. Only once in my very long life have I had anyone who could afford me the pleasures I desired. Others had only managed to while away my time. A commodity I possess in excess.

"Bob, you need to get here as soon as possible. I think someone broke in last night." "What? Don't you think you should have started with that?" "I thought it was you. That is why I called you," I said, already panicking. "I am on my way. Call the police and get out of there now. Someone could still be in there." He ended the call, and I just stood there, looking around, trying to find the courage to pick up the phone and call them. I don't know why but I thought it would be a good idea to look around first. To see if there was any money or stuff missing.

Darryl stared at her, wanting to tell her to knock it off, that the joke wasn’t funny. But Crystal stared back at him blankly, watching him struggling to even form basic questions. He knew she wasn’t kidding. It was an animalistic instinct that words didn’t have the hope of matching. Logic and reason had left the building.

With the children of the village, "Greenfinger Tom" was not only a suspect, but irrefutably guilty of any number of crimes. A neighborhood boogeyman for decades, he was used by older kids to taunt their siblings and frighten them into obedience. “If you get out of that bed again, Greenfinger Tom will get you,” seems to have been a common threat used by mothers and fathers who had themselves sprinted past Greenfinger’s garden if they were forced to pass after dusk.

A few hours later, wafting into the room with the supercilious air of confidence peculiar to those who know they are to speak on a subject upon which they are unlikely to be challenged came Mavis Clay, adorned in a flowing white dress that seemed to be more ruffles than stitching and sat herself like Christ in Da Vinci’s painting of the Last Supper in the center of the long table, whilst historians, experts, and the duke himself flanked her like apostles, on either side.

I ran back on the bed and cowered under the sheets once again. “It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream.” I kept on repeating this line inside my head to convince myself that what I saw wasn’t true. Even though I cannot make out what this person looked like from afar, those glowing red eyes was more than enough to terrify me for years. The sequence between the hoots gradually grew longer, but every single one drew closer and closer.

Sudden unexplained visions cause Tabby to begin questioning not only her personal feeling about who she is but her feeling for Jerry, as their friendship begins to take them down a road she may not be ready for, or want. Meanwhile, Corum hatches a new scheme to build his army of servants with the help of Tabby's best friend, April, who is more than she appears.

Outside the tent was damp and cold and moist and like nothing Kayla had ever seen. Almost immediately, she wanted to return into the tent. Supria was already swiftly ahead. Here was like nowhere she had ever seen before. The sky was an eerie purple and orange, there were lighting strikes without thunderbolts. Sequoias characterized the landscapes and then the people.

Fear made me dig. After a while, I really did find something, but it didn't look like a doll to me. It looked more like an old rag sewed up to look like a doll, with two buttons as eyes and few strands of hair poking out of what was supposed to be her head. It was muddy and half-decayed, and I tried to tell her again that she doesn't need it, but I didn't.

Aside from the last part, I happened to tick most of the boxes. Without knowing what it was, I already spotted this door a few times. I also had a few vague encounters with ghosts in different places. I just preferred not to tell anyone about it in fear that I might be laughed at. I didn’t say a single word and pretended to mind my own business until the break ended.

Well, this beginning of my new life did not start as I thought it was going to. I was here for less than two hours, and I already managed to have a panic attack. What should I expect next. I was in a foreign country, in a car with two people I do not know, going to a clinic where I should have a meeting that could determine my whole future. I had no idea how to do it, but apparently, I had four and a half hours to bring my A-game and impress my future boss.