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There’s more than one way to skin a cat, I’ve heard it said. It’s also true that there’s more than one way to break someone’s will. Normally I like to do it up close and personal, so that I can feel the moment when they give in. But it can be fun to do it from a distance



Barged Into Mom Like all young men, or most of them I would think, maybe even older men too, the first thing I do upon awakening is reach for my crotch for that reassurance that it’s still there, still working, or just to say good morning to a dear friend



Chapter 1 Karly and I laid together in the bed. I was on my back, her lovely body pressed against mine. Comfort and relaxation poured from her and into me. Something about her always made me feel at peace. Safe, and warm and comfortable
The Camp Nurse: Chapter 3 - The Skipper by NightShade [The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an all-girls cheerleading camp high up in the mountains out west. Only Chris is a male. Let the fun continue..
y I was thinking how glad I was to be finally home, it had been a long day, then I noticed the garage door was up and there was Jan bent over placing some bags into the boot of our sports car, all of a sudden it came back to me, we were supposed to be heading off to Peter and Sally’s for the weekend
'Once more into the breech' Over the next week I settled in, getting the house in order, learning my way around the campus, and became familiar with the Land Rover. Jill all but moved in, sleeping with me most nights
My plan was to slowly, but deliberately, fulfil my wife Cathy’s fantasies. She was addicted to porn. I wanted to make it real for her – and me. I had planted the seed by suggesting she get a massage



So the work week went by as usual. I was still thinking of what Jason said to me after our fuck fest last week. He had something in store that will be "double the trouble"
I walked into her parent’s kitchen where she was standing by the table, looking at some glamour magazine. Her mom would arrive anytime soon, so I knew I wouldn’t get much out of her



Manning floated across the ground and back to the lights of the pavilion. There were still quite a few of both teams milling around as she strolled through the bar area. "Been busy?" Lydia enquired
In August of 1998, I was 18 years old, and selling Bibles door to door, on foot, in a small town in Virginia



Angel & Melanie were best friends growing up. They did everything together. That's what she told him. He had been dating Angel for a few months now, and they were getting pretty serious. When she said that she wanted him to meet her friend Melanie, he was looking forward to it
(Jessica) I wake up in the morning before Dylan and see the sun is still down outside the window. We must have gotten warm during the night because the covers have been kicked off. I roll off of Dylan's naked body and onto my left side to look at the clock. 4:48 AM



Chapter 24 --The Party & the After Party. I caught up to Eric out on the floor and made what I thought was a good suggestion. “Eric, you know most everyone here don’t you?” “Yes Dano I do. I brought many of my friends here in fact



Wife Forced to be a Whore by aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Read and enjoy. Joan and I have been happily married for more than 15 years. We decided not to have children, probably now due to our age