The comet

With nothing of exception happening, Laura’s work day went fine. Looking forward to a quiet evening, the young lady entered her apartment and got everything ready for a nice time alone with herself. After changing[…]

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Into the woods

"We'll be back by nine mum," Julia shouted as we set off into the woods. It was a warm summer Friday evening, and we were going to have a look at her secret hiding place.[…]

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Loosey lucy

Fbailey story number 185 Loosey Lucy When I was in the fifth grade I was eleven years old, flat chested and I didn’t even have hair on my pussy yet but that didn’t stop Billy[…]

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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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Kessling

KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 –9-29-100 You tell me I can rub my fingers– my palms– on, through, and over your soft, jet-black, almost fur–hair.. And caress, touch, hold onto your shaped head[…]

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