Nineteen and counting.

Nineteen and Counting. ————– Her delicate left hand was travelling erratically over her own soap drenched body, while her right was applying flat, concentric, experienced motions over her puffy engorged pleasure center, radiating its exaggerated[…]

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Grey monday

A grey Monday morning. I'm sat – no, I'm slumped – behind the desk in my office. I look wearily at the clock. Only 10 o'clock – far too early to slip out for a[…]

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Lyn in red

I groan and turn in bed, throwing the covers off of me in the process. As I had expected, she’s left without saying goodbye. The digital watch standing on the ebony bedside table of the[…]

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The stock boy

"Almost finished, Zack," Judith asked, while the eighteen year old stock boy hefted a roll of roofing paper onto the shelf!?!" "Just about," he answered, "I've still have some paint to restock, but other than[…]

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No pda…

The Navy sounded like a perfect solution. The perfect solution for getting away from parents that were divorced and arguing over custody, that is. The perfect solution for that moment in time. I had no[…]

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The prince part 2

Dining Table Bryce stared at his large plate of food as he thought about what had happened earlier, he didn’t know how to feel, he knew he had enjoyed it, but knew it wasn’t something[…]

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Whose fantasy is it?

It’s Friday night, his 45th birthday and Rick Mason has had a shitty day. He was supposed to be working at a construction site tonight where he could have his girlfriend over and they could[…]

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