There was once a little girl named Leeta. Ok so maybe little is the wrong word. She was a red haired bombshell. Firm full breasts, long smooth legs, and an ass that just wouldn't quit. She was very popular both with the girls and the boys, but somehow this little bombshell had managed to maintain her purity and was still a virgin as she approached her eighteenth birthday. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she lived in the frozen wastes of Canada. Whatever the reason, Leeta wa

I hoisted Brecon in my left arm as I threw back the flap on the
saddlebag. His little arms remained in place around my neck as he
turned his head and smacked his lips sleepily. I hesitated, waiting
to see if he'd woken, before I began loading the morning's harvest
into the bags. He was out fast. My son's breath still smelled of ripe
strawberries, and it would take a lot of scrubbing to get the stains
off his face. It had been a good morning.
Charlie stamped, and lifted his head from the thick cl

Rachel woke up as the rising sun began to shine through the office window. She waved her hand around looking for some surface to help herself up with, and, once she had grabbed the nearest desk, slowly worked her way to her to her feet. She stretched and quickly found that she had gotten a crick in her neck from sleeping on the floor all night.


As she began to regain her grip on the world around her she felt a gurgle from her belly. She looked down and was very surprised by the job her stom

Rachel slammed the cabinet door shut. It was the third time that month that her roommate, Theresa, had cleared out all of the food in their apartment. Knowing Theresa, she had probably just gotten paranoid about bugs getting in the food. As strange as it sounds, she had a horrible phobia ever since she baked cookies as a child without checking the three-year-old flower first, and since then had been determined that bugs were crawling over any food older than a couple of weeks.


Now, generall

Rachel unwrapped another granola bar and began snacking on it at her desk. It seemed that she always was snacking on something these days, and with good reason. It had been two weeks since Rachel had devoured her roommate, and ever since she had been making sure to not have a repeat performance by making sure to keep plenty of food around at all times. She even went so far as to start buying whole roasted chickens from the grocery store whenever she got a craving to swallow something whole.

Rachel was in serious trouble. It had been several hours since the incident in the women's bathroom when Rachel' stomach had greedily sped through its last meal. She needed to get something in her; the hunger was beginning to come back very violently, imploring her to consume the nearest source of food.


Earlier that day her boss had asked her to stay late with a young man named Keith to go over some reports, and she had reluctantly accepted. Now with her stash of snacks from her desk deple

 Crossing her legs elegantly, Mary casually browsed through the contact list on her cell phone with a single manicured thumbnail. Two days since she'd last heard from Bhamini, and by now it was now obvious that the brown-skinned beauty had accomplished nothing except providing some lucky woman with an exceptionally filling meal.
 A slight frown creased Mary's red-glossed lips as she deleted her former friend's contact information with a few perfunctory taps of a finger. Mary had learn

 Amanda, her hands folded and her head tilted bashfully to one side, did her best to keep her gaze up. "Umm, Lin?" she asked. "Listen, I was just thinking, I really owe you a lot. I probably wouldn't have made it this long here at Swallowbrook without you looking out for me. And wow, we sure made a great team yesterday, huh?" Amanda asked, resting her hand on the back of her neck. "Well, anyway Lin, I really, really value our friendship and I wouldn't want to do any

 Swallowbrook University, a prestigious women's university on the east coast, was
 
something of a subtle trap. Renowned for its sports teams and school spirit, Swallowbrook was
 
also an excellent source of valuable business and political connections. But even though it
 
attracted many of the daughters of the upper class, Swallowbrook U. never had any shortage of
 
scholarships to send out. Academic, athletic, musical, need-based, contest-based... all the
 
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