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My mom went out of town for the weekend with her boyfriend so I had to stay with one of her friends



The music pounded in my ears following the rhythmic chopping of red-skinned potatoes. Lightly tossed in oil, herbs and placed in the oven to join the already cooking chicken. The smell of the freshly baked bread lay heavy on the air as I finished setting the table



The comment section had been restricted to members only due to spammers and other idiots. Please feel free to PM your comments to me. Lucky Mann Opening Laurie Background Terri and I had been married for about seven years when, out of the blue, she left me



Every year, my mother, brother, and I would took a vacation upstate to see family. There we would stay at my Uncle Ron and Aunt Cindy's house. Living there was my 12 year old cousin Madeline
he Maintenance Man 2 ------------- Mark awoke the next day to a strange feeling, his cock was being bathed in a warm, wet, suction feeling, it felt wonderful unlike anything he had ever felt



ege Girls By John Morrison/anonymous Creator of “The Adventures of John and Holly” Chapter 3: Not So Secret Lovers Cynthia unlocked the door to the suite, entering the darkened living room



I opened my eyes, blinded by the sun pouring into the room through my window. I rolled over to look at the clock. It was only 9AM. I tried to go back to sleep, but I just couldn’t. 9AM on a Sunday was too early for me. I was usually asleep until noon at the earliest
Kitty by Vincent My girlfriend has an obsession with my past lovers. I lie in bed with Kay and she presses me for details of how I had made love with them. Although she would never use those words “make love,” it was much too flowery sweet for her
It was late summer, on a Friday afternoon, after a long week, as I turned into my driveway, and there was Sonya, playing a solo game of basketball with the hoop over the garage door



Welcome back faithful readers Without further ado, more dirty writing. Okay not entirely dirty writing, it’s a story about a journey. My journey for the most part, but not just mine



"Do not tell a friend anything you would conceal from an enemy." -Arab proverb. *** "There is, of course, the tale of the man who built a horse of ebony that flew through the air with its rider—" "We've heard that one already



Anna sat under an overgrown bush in her neighbor’s yard enjoying a hot summer afternoon. Well, she wasn’t JUST enjoying the day. She also loved hot summer days because the windows were open. She was kind of spying..
This is a story that seems to always get me hard and wanting to jack off every time I recall it, so I hope it does the same for you. It is something I can’t explain but I have always wanted to watch my wife suck and fuck another man while I lay beside them and wait my turn
I was living the simple life of living on campus, having a part-time job, full time student, a girlfriend that made all my friends jealous, and just feeling like one of the luckiest persons alive
It was two weeks before the end of my sophomore year in high school as I daydreamed about summer vacation. Having turned fifteen in January, I was too young to drive; even younger to go bar hopping