Diana

Diana. This is a true story, as it has been told to me from an American friend. I just his story… If wrongly translated, or wrong phrases, please bear with me… Mostly you can read[…]

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My sisters part 2

Mom was back. "Shit." I hissed. I looked at my sisters. "Get it together! Pick everything up!" I ordered them, then I headed outside, hoping to stall Mom long enough for Ashley and Riley to[…]

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The love swing

My husband decided to surprise me with a present for our 14th He came home with a very large box and a shit-eating grin on his face, so of course I rushed to open it[…]

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The manager: part one

"How does that feel, Allison," Brian asked while icing down her ankle!?! "It really hurts," she said through clenched teeth, "I was going up for a rebound and landed on somebody's foot and rolled it[…]

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My dream of you

I find myself swimming through a mist-filled lake really remembering how I got there, to this place of magic and streamers of moss and old branches, writing the stories of their once beautiful blooming flowers[…]

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Dirty basement

Heather slowly approachs the closed dark basement door with trepidation and caution; what lies beyond is a world that is messy and dangerous. It is John's private workshop full of sharp tools, dirty workbenches, vise[…]

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Webmeets diary ch. 07

Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will[…]

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