Vineyard

‘I feel it,’ she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere more than where his cock pressed through the layers between them. She kept her gaze on his mouth[…]

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Cocktails

Before I begin I wanted to give you my quick profile at the time of this story so I can set the scene. I am a 25 year old white man from Northern England. Six[…]

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Claire part 1

Claire finished the breakfast dishes and was on her way out the door from her upscale suburban home and into the big four wheel drive Ford Explorer. Gliding smoothly into traffic, she thought that lately[…]

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The hook up

Hi again, it's me… Kat. You probably don't remember me – I've been away for quite some time. The thing is… I like to live my fantasies some times, and I like to write about[…]

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Panty boy: part two

"Timmy, dear" Cassandra said while reading morning paper at the breakfast table, "I have a convention in New Orleans and I'm leaving right after work for the airport, so I'll have the cabby swing by[…]

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Moment by moment…

She closed her eyes again. In her mind she pushed away the memory of the accident and concentrated on his hands. He had large soft hands. They were male hands. Gentle.. tender and hers. She[…]

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