Trafficked love ch.14

Chapter Fourteen: A Meeting With The Bishop When Angel woke, Emily was already gone. Riggz, a friend and fellow pimp of Rich, had already come and removed her. She turned on the coffee pot, and[…]

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Maribel

Maribel by Gail Holmes I remember the time only to well: it was two days after my birthday, a Sunday morning; on Sundays we never dressed before breakfast just walked around in our night gowns,[…]

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An evening with "debbie"

Ron and his housemates always gave the best end-of-term student parties. The big North London Victorian house that they shared was ideal for such events, with its large high-ceiling rooms and thick walls, and they[…]

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The smell of sex

I first learned of the magnetism of sexual odor as an 18-year-old teenager. In school, I was always more cerebral than athletic. Consequently, I participated in science and debate clubs instead of sports. Reserved and[…]

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A risky night out

I tap my foot nervously on the hardwood floor of the apartment I share with my roommate and her boyfriend and my girlfriend. A jingle of keys outside of the door makes me stand up.[…]

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