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Tommrow I'm Going to Kill Johnny Sin. Part 2A Story by alan khanIt's a new day and tonight i'm going to kill Johnny Sin. The man who runs the chop shop i work at whispers to me, "There's a show tonight." I nod .. |
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Tommrow I'm going to Kill Johnny Sin part 3A Story by alan khanJohnny Sin's main squeeze sits on mycouch as i explain to her that tonight I'm going to kill Johnny Sin. She tells me she knows about my sister and.. |
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Tommrow I'm going to Kill Johnny Sin. The EndA Story by alan khanRight Now i'm going to kill Johnny Sin. Right now, surronded by the smoke, andthe lights, static, and the blood and the screams, he, Johnny Sin,shiver.. |
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what it means to be alan khanA Poem by alan khanself indulgent nonsense. you're really wasitng your time reading this. |
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V-CardA Story by HollywoodGenre is How-To because I found it amusing. A story of a girl loosing her virginity. |
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SexA Chapter by Huggy BearI learn though sex is not the whole part of the relationship equation. I used to think that having a girl that is up to f**k every hour is an awesome.. |
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fiji bottle at my sideA Poem by alan khanright now at this moment.. as i am sure all of you are dieing to know what i am doing with this particular friday night. i've got my fiji wa.. |
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Working TitleA Book by alan khan |
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how to have sex...like Alan KhanA Poem by alan khanenjoy. |
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Our First TimeA Poem by Huggy BearWe are deep in love Our minds are one Tonight we will join physically Our bodies will be each others toy I hold your hand as I lead you to bed I .. |
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Chapter 1A Chapter by alan khanIt’s insanely hot this sunny morning, and the stained sheets cling to my sweat soaked back. I feel around on the pillow next to me. Nothing. W.. |
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In Which There is DissatisfactionA Story by BirdsFly"William Gass once observed, 'I write because I hate. A lot. Hard." ...Write about a person you do not like... Use fiction as an outlet to settle the .. |
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When The Lights Go DownA Poem by Beatles9322When the lights go down,Our bodies move in an identical rhythm.The passion we exude fills the room with fire.I'm breathless as you press your body aga.. |
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Breathless HeartA Poem by Erin LeeWritten for Taylor's erotic writing game. |
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