Peeping tom

The detective pressed his ID against the spy-hole of the door and announced his name and rank clearly and decisively. “Police, ma’am. Detective Thomas Patterson. May I speak with you please?” The door opened slowly[…]

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Claire no.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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Michelle

Michelle was the most beautiful girl I had seen. She was a brunette with curly hair who wore glasses, my two favorite physical traits in a girl. And she had a supple pair of breasts[…]

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Student painter

My husband and I have a fairly good marriage. After nearly a decade together, we still didn't have any children though. We've been through all the testing. After eliminating anything on my end as the[…]

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Taking michele

Taking Michele It began when I started college. I moved from a farm to a nice little city, around 66,000 people or so. You know, the kind of city that has crime, but it hides[…]

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