Tons of sex

MAY, 1999 I. Ashley was a caller. That's how it started. She'd called a few times over a few weeks, always asking to hear the same song, one that you could hear every forty-five minutes[…]

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My sisters….

My life wasn’t ideal for any 13 year old boy hitting puberty. I grew up in a house with no father (because he kicked the bucket when I was only two years old) a mother[…]

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The librarian

As he walked into the library, the first thing he noticed was the librarian. She was a quiet, timid woman, someone whose husband always took her in the missionary position, with it all over in[…]

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Girls night

I do not own anything. Though I wish I did. FEMSLASH. Bella was on her way to the Cullen’s house, because Alice had called her and told her she had a problem and she needed[…]

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Pool time

95+ humidity. The air was dripping wet. Just stepping outside took your breath away. ‘It’s hot! So incredibly fucking hot today!,’ I thought to myself as I smiled, so happy that I told my client[…]

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Old warehouse loft

I unlock the rusty old door, open it and Christine walks inside. The air inside is dry and dusty. The old warehouse has large ceiling windows and light enters in beams. We walk up the[…]

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