Mike's sleepover

Mike came home from class and saw his mother and father getting ready to head out for the night. “Hey Mom you guys look nice were you going?” “We are headed to a party at[…]

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Cafe l'amour

Cafe L'Amour. What a stupid name for a coffee shop in the middle of Bumfuck Egypt. Ok, more like Northern Montana, but close enough. Either way, some fancy sounding French cafe had no place there,[…]

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Saturday night out

Giada fidgeting with her short dress, clearing her throat uneasily as I sat at the bar. Men were staring at her. The dress I sent her is very short and the sharp, lethal looking stilettos[…]

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Sister's protector

Author's notes: I'm sure there's another story around here based off the same concept, and I want to set the record straight that this story is not intended to copy another. This was just something[…]

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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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Private after party

You stand out in the crowded room, I cannot help but glance your way time and time again, the party continues around me, happy people, drinking and yelling loudly in each other’s ears trying to[…]

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Theatre treat

[i] [b] I went to the theatre with my boyfriend. It was a moderatley seual flick. I was wearing a short skirt and a zipper front blouse. There was an older man sitting to my[…]

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Last in

Fbailey story number 463 Last In When my fifteen-year-old daughter read about a Brazilian woman whose short, pink dress caused a near riot at a private college and led to her expulsion and subsequent reinstatement,[…]

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