Lords of the manor

It was late summer in the year 1769 and the streets were growing quiet in industrial downtown Landstown. A carriage rattled down the street, drawing a few curious faces to look out of the pane[…]

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Thursday

Thursday rolls on. Papers in, papers out, cleaning up after my boss; watching out for the secretary, for if she catches me looking again she’s going to have my ass out on the street. I[…]

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My night with sarah

This is a repost with corrected spelling, and better grammar. Just disregard the last one. Hopefully it will be erased soon. My name is Liam. I'm a fairly average looking bisexual hispanic guy. Though the[…]

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Diary of a gigolo 3

After a wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to[…]

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Business part 3

He rested there, on top of the sobbing girls for a moment, letting the spasming muscles of her asshole milk every drop from him. Even as he struggled to catch his breath, his hands were[…]

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