My box (pt.6)

I tied up my robe and ran downstairs. I seen Marcus in his Porshe his iPhone lighting up his face. "Bop" I hit him right in his face. He loooked at me, "The fuck !".[…]

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04] the second shot

Though this is a story complete in itself, readers would appreciate it more after reading the 2 preceding parts. Those offended by mature/young gay sex are advised not to read this. The Second Shot The[…]

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Lisa

Slowly walking up the steps of the old apartment building, Ron eventually made it to his suite, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Throwing his briefcase upon the sofa, the thirty six year old part-time[…]

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3d radio

My pen-name is Rachael Wright, and I love sexual fantasies. I began enjoying them when I was teen, and I married a man who learned to enjoy them with me. Eventually I started jotting down[…]

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Relapse

Relapse I fell off the band wagon. Ummmmm again. You could say that this was a pretty regular thing. After therapy it was worse than any other time. Maybe it was the discussion on how[…]

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Amelia

To all: this story is about as long as three chapters of any of my previous stories, and sex comes only at the end. I wanted to do a story on the development of love[…]

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Technicolor

Technicolor /> The sky is black here. The rest is in technicolor “Lost in /> /> “What are you thinking about?” /> I rolled over on my side to face Amber. We lay close together[…]

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