Doug stories #1

Doug Stories #1 I was eleven years old that summer. A mostly normal growing boy I was ordinary enough in many ways I suppose. I was making the usual discoveries that eleven year old boys[…]

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"sweaty" part 1

/> by Julius Copyright 2005 Mitzi rang the bell. Nobody answered, so she opened the screen door and rapped with her knuckles. The door swung open a couple of inches. Blowing a drop of sweat[…]

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Hostage

"I would like to propose a toast," Dean Litton announced, "here's to everyone who made last year one of the best in the history of our company, without all of you, none of this would[…]

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The beginning

I looked down when my phone rang and was so surprised to see your number. I was also a little worried. You don’t call me from your house. I was very hesitant to answer as[…]

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Mom making rent

Between the half-closed blinds I could see the soft glow of lamplight illuminate her pink bare breasts— shaking with each forced thrust. Riding reverse, mouth wide open, touching her wiry patch with one hand and[…]

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