Always darkest for dawn

Always Darkest For Dawn By rutger5 Copyright 2016 “Oh, my, my. Mr. McCoy, she’s back again.” “Huh, what’s that Louella? Who’s back? What are you going on about?” “It’s poor Miss Johnson. She’s walking back[…]

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Psyche

I was barely surviving when I turned thirteen. I was nothing and no one, a street rat with no home or family. With puberty came power, only not like others. I could move things with[…]

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Black candles

black candles in the night soft flicking light casting our shadows on the wall not much talking, bedroom eyes say it all cheap wine drank from a jelly glass she's no Lady and she has[…]

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Sunday afternoon sex party

Just thought I would update you on last Sunday afternoons mutual pleasuring. Absolutely cracking day for some outdoor sexual activity It is a while since we had friends round for a Sunday afternoon pleasuring. The[…]

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Taken

Marci stood at the kitchen island gazing out the window of her loft. She feels a rough whisper in her ear. " Don't turn around. And don't fight me. And you'll have the best night[…]

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Room service

The most bizarre stream of occurrences have dogged my life ever since I was born in London after my mother's water broke in Wales. I never looked back. Following major bus, bike, ship and plane[…]

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Crack in the wall

The phone in Brian's dorm room rang three times before he picked it up the receiver and said, "Hello, who is it please!" "Oh, hi, Mitch, sure, okay, in fifteen minutes, good, meet you there!!!"[…]

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