"sweaty" part 1

/> by Julius Copyright 2005 Mitzi rang the bell. Nobody answered, so she opened the screen door and rapped with her knuckles. The door swung open a couple of inches. Blowing a drop of sweat[…]

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Susan elaine

SUSAN ELAINE Susan Elaine Andersen! How she hated that name. There was nothing good about any part of it, not even a remote connection to the family of Andersen Windows. When she started school, the[…]

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Meeting john

I never really thought that i would be the type of person who would go online for sex.I always told myself that it would happen naturally,one day I’d meet a person and we’d connect and[…]

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Torture can be fun

Inspired by a friend who WAS misbehaving.. isn't that right dear heart? As you come back from your morning walk all sweaty and thinking of taking a quick shower and having a good rub you[…]

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Her christmas wish

The Christmas holiday season has always been a memorable time of year. Whether it is time spent with family, those special gifts from a loved one, or simply the smell of Grandma's cooking, every Christmas[…]

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Finding what's missing

“Sara, is my brother really that good?” /> “You know, at sex?” “You know?” she asked surprised. knows.” who?” “I've known for a while. I saw the two of you in the treehouse from my[…]

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Hotel room 69

You could hear it up and down the hallway. I was pushing my cleaning cart past and at first thought someone was being murdered. Then I realized how wrong I was. I looked up and[…]

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My introduction

Well, my name is Lizzie Elliott. I was born and raised in Toronto Canada. Toronto is also the city or setting where my stories take place. I'm currently 19 years old, a high school drop-out[…]

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Key west

As we walked into the club I was a little bit apprehensive. Here we were in Key West, which appeared to me to be the gay capitol of the world, going to see a show[…]

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Wedding night

MY WEDDING NIGHT “I LOVE YOU!” My husbands, of 9 hours, slurred, as he proceeded to drunkenly slide down the hotel sofa, and fall asleep. My wedding day had been everything that I had ever[…]

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