Karma.

Fifty hour week. Fifty hours of mind numbing financial calculation. Fifty hours in the shittiest cubicle of a shittier office with no heating system because Walter Sheridan is too fucking tight to install one. After[…]

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Mothers passion

My father was doing roaring business selling oil seeds in Gulburga, before shifting the family to Mumbai after my only sister got married. Our new house in New Bombay was luxurious to say the least[…]

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The red silk nightgown

Fbailey story number 342 The Red Silk Nightgown When my beautiful sexy cousin Marcy entered my bedroom wearing only a red silk nightgown my pecker stood at attention. It had been a warm summer night[…]

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Rider chapter 1

Let's face it. There's nothing new under the sun, is there? My kind of story will have been told a hundred times before. Probably better, hopefully worse. But I'd like to tell you anyway. Imagine:[…]

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My friend ed

My name is James. I was 16, and I went to a private school in England. I’m a keen sportsman, with the toned body which goes with it. My sexual experience is limited; I’d managed[…]

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Pimpen

about ten years ago when I was only 15 years old, I made the choice of running away from home and hitch-hiking across the united states. boy was the world outside of the little one[…]

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Family camping trip

Abigail flung her bag onto Olive’s chair and threw herself down onto her best friends pure white bed making her long black hair spread out around her head. She locked her beautiful green eyes onto[…]

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