Mowing mr lewis

I never saw myself as the type of girl who was pretty, a girl who turned heads and got boys attention. I guess you could say I was a tomboy, hiding my feminine nature. That's[…]

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Tiffany – ch. 3

Comments welcome! /> I woke a little after 9 am, enjoying the fact that I could sleep in. As I sat up and stretched, remembering what I was wearing, I was pleasantly made aware of[…]

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The sex tutor

My husband Frank and I have a great relationship. Just let me give you a little background. I have known Frank since we were young teenagers. We lived in the same neighborhood, and hung out[…]

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Flight of sin

We are on a long overnight flight home. We are in a deserted 1st Class section of the big plane. My wife, Linda, has an import furniture business and we maintain a home in Halifax.[…]

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In memory of

The camera swims into focus on her breasts, filling the entire frame. Backing up a little, a hint of a smile can be seen at the top of the screen as she moves her hands[…]

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Four girls

Otis and Cathy bio – I'm writing this because Cathy can't even keep her lies consistent. Every time she gets the fancy you'd think she was a different person. She just tacks on a new[…]

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The wrong kind

There was something seriously wrong with Jared. He knew it, and yet he couldn't help himself. There was something about her demure nature, her shy smiles, her glossy black hair, and long coltish legs that[…]

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Teenage love

I looked through my window and there she was. My bestfriend, the girl I've been in love with since 8th grade, masturbating. Her pink, teenage pussy soaking wet as she stuck two fingers, in and[…]

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Blood red wine

My heels clicked against the damp pavement as I made my way towards the sounds of heavy bass and shrill, girlish giggles. I could sense the lack of inhibitions, the innebriation and the excitement of[…]

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I own you

I walk in the room, push you up against the wall and kiss you so hard that it takes your breath away and leaves you panting for breath… Pinning your arms against the wall, I[…]

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Stripped

Jo Harvelle walks through the backdoor of the club and into the alley behind it. With a frustrated sigh, she heaves the trash into the dumpster – a monstrous task given the height of the[…]

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