Can't rape the willing

Come on you mother fuckers – strip me bare: right here on your altar of bigotry. Cruelly mutilate my mother's breasts, doing your best to ensure I'll never enjoy succoring my children again. Come on[…]

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Anna: part one

Anna's sweet voice was barely audiable. I had just fallen asleep but woke up to see what she wanted. Her eyes, normally large and full of life, were drooping. I asked. Anna was my roommate,[…]

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Angie pt 2

Angie (pt2) He looked down at his daughter, passed out, and tried to grasp what she had said before she passed out. Not thinking with a clear mind, he shook her back awake, and asked[…]

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"a young teacher"

“A Young Teacher” By Blueheatt high school, I was doing ok with a few girls, but I found I loved the challenge of getting in their panties the fun part. After I had fucked them,[…]

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Just for fun

In the dim light of the dingy basement, unkempt and dirty fingers moved a computer mouse on its mat, and as he clicked, words sprang onto the screen before him. A blue glow from the[…]

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In the library

In the Library? (An absolutely true story) In 1964, I was 17 and a freshman at Illinois Institute of Technology. I was not doing particularly well in my studies even though I had graduated top[…]

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Mixed metaphors iv

Mixed Metaphors IV As Tony departed in a cab, Rebecca assigned herself to the drudgery all women hate. She was shopping, but not the type of shopping she did for hours, and then came away[…]

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