Friday morning

Marci didn't think of herself as much of a sex symbol, she has been my New York mistress for two months , I'm flying back to Dallas this afternoon. I stopped by Marci's apartment this[…]

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Meeting curtis

It's a Tuesday night, and I'm walking home from a Narcotics Anonymous meeting in the dark. It's about six blocks from my apartment, but it seems like longer. The meeting tonight was the same as[…]

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Aunty pam

I was just moving in the last piece of furniture into my aunt’s new apartment when the pizza guy came. That was her reward for helping her move. A pizza. Yeah money would have been[…]

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Her fantasy pt1

He had been emailing with her for a couple of weeks. She was a housewife who'd read 50 Shades a few too many times and persuaded herself that it was something she wanted but wasn't[…]

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The smell of sex

I first learned of the magnetism of sexual odor as an 18-year-old teenager. In school, I was always more cerebral than athletic. Consequently, I participated in science and debate clubs instead of sports. Reserved 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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Dress shop

I'm a guy in my early 60s. I own a dress shop. Right away, you are thinking that I am gay, right? A lot of men in this town figure that too. Little do they[…]

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