The gypsy's spell

The azure blue Mercedes that pulled into the parking space in front of the old building belonged to Mark Stanley, who made his millions in real estate. The building he was entering was one that[…]

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Scrawny woman

Fbailey story number 491 Scrawny Woman Nina was five feet six inches tall and she only weighed eighty-one pounds. She didn’t even fill in an A-cup bra. She was also forty-two years old, recently divorced,[…]

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Amy's bar story

A loud eruption of sound flooded into the night as Amy revved up her crotch rocket. It had been far too long since she'd gotten to ride it, having been in and out of the[…]

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Bunny

Bunny Chapter 1 I was sitting in the school cafeteria, the end of which was a stage that was used to put on all of the school plays, and where the drama class met and[…]

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Noc 7.5

“Come on,” Megan whispered, waving her hand for Aaron to move into the bathroom, “I think he’s gone /> Aaron, slightly bent over, quietly ran naked with his clothes pressed between his arm and stomach,[…]

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David, my lover

I was always a shy girl, never having much luck with boyfriends. They were either too pushy, making me feel uneasy, and turned off, or not bold enough. Meaning, of course, that at 24, I[…]

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Identical twins

There are identical twin brothers. One lives a godly life: Good husband and father, reputable businessman, lots of community service. One is a hell-raiser: drunk, unfaithful to his wife, mean to his kids, cheats and[…]

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Darkness in threes

Waiting in your hotel room. Dressed in your sexy little black nighty, you lay on the bed waiting per instructions for me. Blindfold on and ready for our encounter to begin. The time is dragging[…]

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Mr. martin

My freshman year of high school I joined the drama club. I worked with my friend Justin in the set design department. Neither of us was into acting really, but we both liked working on[…]

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Workers playtime

A course Geordie voice shouted as I heard someone wolf-whistle me, "Careful you don't show us your stocking tops; sweetheart!" I had arrived home half an hour earlier after finishing a night shift at the[…]

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