Connie

It was early March in 1982 when I first fucked Connie. She was working the counter at the dry cleaners. She was a few years older than my thirty years. I believe she was 45,[…]

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The librarian

Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty[…]

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Suspenders

NOTE: To all of my British readers, I realize that you call women’s garter belts suspenders. However here in America we call suspenders the elastic things that hold our pants up. One more thing while[…]

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Mutual attraction

When you’re young, and in your teens, people always seem to be saying you’ve got the world at your feet, but it’s only when you’re older, you realise how true that was. At the time,[…]

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The island, chapter 13

With breakfast over, the boys cleaned up the shells, and tossed them into the bathroom area behind their hut. Jimmy knew that eventually they would either have to clean their bathroom, or move their home.[…]

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