Fuck my brains out

“I wanna be a fucking slut!” Alex said casually to his boyfriend one day. It was the kind of tone one might use if they were saying the mailbox was empty. And Alex’s boyfriend only[…]

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The making 1

The Making I never have been much on taking orders. As a child I was a handful for my parents, as a teen I rebelled against any authority whether at home or elsewhere. As a[…]

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Toms frustration 2

The sun was still shining brightly at 8.00pm on this Thursday night in late July. Tom and Sophie had just finished a 1.5 litre bottle of cider purchased from the local convenience store. The alcohol[…]

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The desk

“I won’t go any lower than twelve.” I was sweating, but Mr. Johnson looked calm. He’d been calm for the whole fucking negotiation, all forty-five minutes of it. He was slouched in his black leather[…]

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House warming party

“Chuck, are you almost done with those hors Phyllis asked me. Placing the last one on the plate I replied, “Yep, and I even have the drinks /> Coming around the corner of our bedroom,[…]

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Kristi's family 4

Chapter Four When they arrived at his bedroom, Roger walked in first. He first noticed that Bob was sitting in his recliner, apparently resting. Looking at the bed, he saw that Erin was kneeling on[…]

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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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