The healing process

“I think I’m getting sick.” /> /> “Why? What are your /> “A little scratch in my throat. My head hurts. I don’t like where this is headed.” “No, me neither. OK, I have the[…]

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Bad vicki

Vicki bounced into the room with her usual energy. Her plaid skirt flitting up slightly as she did and her breasts straining against the fabric of her white cotton blouse. Her pig tails bounced on[…]

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His angel part 4

Part four: The following months would test Amanda's love for Douglas to the limits. She would soon find out how hard it would be to handle the long weeks of separation. It was July and[…]

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The concert

It was my senior year in high school, and I was headed to my friend David’s house. David had managed to get several tickets to a concert for that evening, so a group of us[…]

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Wine tasting

Jane and I had been lovers for two years then we broke up. It has been five years since our breakup I have seen Jane around Dallas over that time. Jane called Friday afternoon asking[…]

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Darlin' nikki

She reeked of what I had been wanting forever and a day (or so it seemed). I would sit in my bed, wearing all of nothing at all, my fingers finding its past my forest[…]

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