The gambler

I really hate amateurs. Especially amateurs with guns. If people can’t afford to lose, they shouldn’t play poker. Unfortunately, some people don’t get that. They seem to believe that anyone can gamble and make money.[…]

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Thinking of ellen

“ We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies[…]

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Mariat i

Soft, leather boots made nary a sound as they brushed along the worn, dirt path that cut a thin swathe through the dim forest, as Mariat's lithe frame glided along it, akin to a shadow[…]

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My neighbor's voyeur

Using my binoculars, I peeked through the window and across the street at Mrs. Walson, my best friend’s mom and one of, if not THE, hottest MILF on the block. She was cleaning house dressed[…]

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Main road encounter

It was 10:00pm and Ellen a beautifull 13 year old was staggering along the main road called Parsons Avenue. Ellen was 5'4, longe black hair, greeb eyes and a nicly developed teen body. She was[…]

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