Late seven

Late Seven By Systematic Sandy wanted to get laid. I could tell from the looks he was giving me, his body language. It had only been a week since our sleepover, but he was getting[…]

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A taste chapter 9

At noon on the dot I opened mom’s bedroom door.  She was lying on her side facing away from me.  I called softly, “Mom, you wanted me to wake you.” She jerked suddenly to her[…]

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Check please!

A travelling salesman was about to check in at a hotel when he noticed a very charming bit of femininity giving him the eye. In a causal manner he walked over and spoke to her[…]

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A flight to remember

My Mile High Experience I spent my summer at the University of California in Berkeley, studying Arabic, when I had to return home to Alabama. My several connecting flights made the fare cheaper, but it[…]

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Solace

I had been Giada's solace during the last two years of her bad marriage. Today her divorce is final and she is free to be with me. Giada's divorce is final today, she steeled herself[…]

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Initiation

“Have you initiated Samantha yet?” Carol Green asked her eldest daughter. After taking a long sip of her scalding hot coffee Jill Barton replied, “not yet mom, you know she just turned eighteen a few[…]

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