A teenage escort

A Teenage Escort. Part 1. The Training My family was fairly poor, no, really poor. As a child through high school I was teased about my clothes, shoes, everything other kids had that were nicer.[…]

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Jayson's mother

Jayson’s mother silently opened the door and then there she was; how devastating it is when you are fifteen years old and someone catches you masturbating. There wasn’t much I could do, and I did[…]

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Breeding kat

The plane was late, but that was nothing new at Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport. Still, the waiting was driving me crazy. Kat and I had met at EP and begun a relationship that had built[…]

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Recovery

It had been a long, hard day at work and all she really wanted was to come home and watch a movie with him, and fall asleep in his arms. She didn’t want to worry[…]

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