Travel tales.1

Recently a friend made a comment that registered with me in a forceful manner: “It is possible to love somesome and not be in love with that person.” For weeks after hearing him make that[…]

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Rachel and jason

Rachel And Jason It was a night unlike any other. Rachel had just arrived for our date. Rachel was a girl about five feet tall and she had deep brown eyes that glistened like the[…]

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Loretta part 6

Making love to Kayla was the last thing I was expecting on this, Loretta's last night in town but, as Kayla and I entered the house after our sweet little liaison in the garden, I[…]

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Kb and me

The following story is true, and accurate, as best to my recollection. If it was fiction, it would have had a much happier ending. “What are your intentions with my mom?' Those were some of[…]

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Honour wagered and lost

Sarah’s honour wagered and lost. It is 1803 and the scene an English Country house in the home counties. Sunlight filtered through the green canopy of overhanging branches dappled the coach and four as it[…]

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Bert and kelly

Kelly Presson was a sharp lady. Her two degrees from the university had landed her a good job in a very upscale community in a resort area. She had moved into her nicely furnished, upscale[…]

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Dana – part 2

Continued from /> Dana was speechless. Shocked would have been an understatement. As she watched the restroom door close and the blonde disappear she looked down at the card she had mechanically taken. There was[…]

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Andrew's temptation

It was a hot summer afternoon when Shelly pulled her car into the driveway; the drive home seemed to take forever as she thought about how exciting the weekend would be. Being one of the[…]

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A stormy night

The storm had knocked out power. The kids away at their grandparents Linda and John retired early for the night. Cuddled together under their sheets the wind howling outside their windows pressing the large oak[…]

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Pure lust

Growing up in India is fun. There are many things I enjoyed as a young boy of 14 that others my age over other did not get a chance to experience. One thing was pressing[…]

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