Ruined orgasms

I was already deeply regretting how easily I had followed her lead. Now here I was, standing up against the wall, my hands secured tightly into metal cuffs. She looked me up and down, obviously[…]

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Saving daisy

John was a thirty something business owner; general construction, married young and divorced within a couple of years. He was now a happy bachelor and doing okay for himself knocking down a cool 6 figures,[…]

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Tanya

Here it is, I am about to turn 30 and I think I can honestly say that I can remember every single sexual experience I have had. Almost. By the way, this is the first[…]

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Inbetween my thighs

You unbutton my pants and slide them down my legs. "oh shit" is what's being said in my head. This is a dream, it can not be reality; That is your head inbetween my thighs,[…]

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Saturday

Saturday: Sally… Reflecting: . . . I was running late. I told my secretary to let her wait in my office, which got me a; “Are you sure Mr. Smithe.” I didn’t want Sally drawing[…]

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The mofo (part 2)

At Andrea’s house, she and Kathryn were having coffee and talking about men and sex. "I never have trouble attracting guys" said Andrea, "but the ones I pick never seem to do it for me.[…]

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Flirting with the sitter

“Hello, Mr. Peterson,” Billy said as the door opened. The Petersons were friends of his parents and when their regular babysitter cancelled, they asked if Billy would be willing to look after their kids. Billy[…]

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Tutor abused and broken

The class sat around the table, starting into space as Kate, the tutor, droned on mechanically about international relations. Smith used this time to let his mind wonder. Wonder over to the tutor, that is.[…]

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Andrea

Andrea has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. we bonded in kindergarten because neither of could tie our shoes. we have shared blood, sweat, and tears. she is the one[…]

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Body art chap 1

Jack surveyed his new beginners art class. Who was to be his target this semester? He was a post graduate art student, already with a bit of an artistic reputation. He had irritated his professors[…]

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Tough lesson

I looked out the window while my teacher, Mr. Lewis, talked on about something. Our high school was located out of town, so from here I could see the woods. I imagined a guy with[…]

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