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Mahendranath, age 52, clad in white Panjabee suit, sat on the king-size bed supporting his back completely on the pile of soft pillows at the headrest of the bed. He was absently flicking his overgrown, full set of mustache that almost hung on either side of his lips



"I'm so sick of smoking out of cans, Maria." "It's not that bad Here, you go first." "I know but it's just that I feel like I get so much higher when we smoke out of Jeff's bongs," Christine sighed. "You want to go to Jeff's house? I thought you hated him


Fbailey story number 421 The All Seeing Eye One Friday evening I was searching and searching the Internet when all of a sudden my computer went berserk. I had so many pop-up boxes opening up that I got scared. I started closing them just as fast as I could


Fbailey story number 300 Karen’s Mother My daughter Lori only gets to visit me on weekends since the divorce. I rent half a house from a divorced woman with a daughter named Karen that is my daughter’s age



Chapter 6 Monday came, and with it the terror of my next session. The appointment was at 3 pm and I didn’t know what to do. All night I twisted and turned in bed thinking about what will happen


The next morning I woke up from what seemed like the deepest and most restful sleep I've ever had. It finally happened. After so long I finally lost my virginity and my sister was the one to help make it happen



*Play with fire, you'll get burned.* I was paged over the intercom to go meet Craig, my handler outside The Boss's office, Lawrence is the director and boss of the The Agency he gives everyone there orders and missions
Fbailey story number 676 Nice Cleavage I was at a local Festival and as usual there was a queen of the festival. She was wearing a very nice gold gown. It was strapless and she was showing off lots of cleavage. The dress itself was very nice and fancy and went to her ankles
My apologies for mis-posting the first Chapter 3. I'm gonna have to quit doing that in the wee hours of the morning. To make up for that fuck-up, I'm working on a fourth chapter, which I'll post as soon as I can



I watched out the window of the plane as it descended through the clouds and the city of Bucharest came into view. This was my first trip to Romania and the hope of a successful business trip meant that it may be the first of many



“Jeanne!” I woke from my usual Thursday-afternoon daze. Groggily, I got up from my desk to see what my mother wanted. “Yes?” I called back. “Come down here a minute.” Her tone sounded somewhat excited, which woke me up rather quickly
CHAPTER 1 I live in an upstairs apartment in a two family home. My landlord is a nice older lady. We get along well. I help her shop, run errands and do little repairs and maintenance around the house



Tom got hard looking at the picture from last summer's family get-away. It wasn't what was in the picture so much as what wasn't, and it forced Tom to concentrate on things that seemed to have slipped his mind
Typical Friday night frat party. We all gather at M. J.’s bar after class, make preliminary approaches for hook-ups and return to the House for hours of drinking and, hopefully, plenty of recreational sex. That night for some reason I was having no luck with the ladies