Diary of a gigolo 3

After a wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to[…]

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The fury

"Please stop. I can't take it." Her voice was hoarse from screaming. She was face down on the bed. Her ass up high like he liked it. Her ass was red, but not raw. He[…]

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Lube in the subway

The lights flickered, as the piercing ring of steel grinding on steel resonated through the heads of 80 people simultaneously. The mass of humans then surged forward, each doing whatever necessary to maintain an upright[…]

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So sexy was she

Jamaica ten years ago… Nightclub tequila mixed with needy wife ignored by distracted husband allows me to enjoy her treasures for one night. I’ve gone back yearly to recreate that erotic night but to no[…]

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Homecoming chapter 3

Chapter Three “Why Can’t I” The urge to mate and to expand my territory had subsided after my second session with Carolyn. I also noticed that it was quickly reaching the end of the school[…]

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