Modern maturity

Modern Maturity “Well, hello neighbor,” she smiled as she greeted her new neighbor for the first time since they’d pulled their motorhome in the lot beside the one she and her husband had purchased a[…]

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Karma.

Fifty hour week. Fifty hours of mind numbing financial calculation. Fifty hours in the shittiest cubicle of a shittier office with no heating system because Walter Sheridan is too fucking tight to install one. After[…]

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Late seven

Late Seven By Systematic Sandy wanted to get laid. I could tell from the looks he was giving me, his body language. It had only been a week since our sleepover, but he was getting[…]

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Pool buddies

The water always had a special place in the heart of Jack Merrylow. It called to him in an eerie way from the time he first gazed upon it. Jack was a natural swimmer from[…]

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Late ten

Late Ten By Systematic “Are you ready for the game?” Kylie asked me. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” “I heard you got hurt.” “Brett mistook me for the Superbowl.” The place: my house. More[…]

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The meeting

Holding you close to my body I feel the heat emanating from your very soul. I look into your eyes while delving into your mind seeing the very core of who you are. Your soul[…]

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