The sleepover

When good things start happening life they don’t stop. Wow that was a amazing night at the dance with Amanda and me. The way we were passoninately together was amazing. And the best part was[…]

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The making 3

My ass was still on fire but there was this strange feeling that something was missing, I actually wanted that plug back in my ass. Before I could even get comfortable with the idea that[…]

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Kessling

KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 –9-29-100 You tell me I can rub my fingers– my palms– on, through, and over your soft, jet-black, almost fur–hair.. And caress, touch, hold onto your shaped head[…]

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