Falling ch. 08

Chapter 8, In which I share too much information It had been another long trip, but I'd finished up in time to catch the early afternoon flight. I was fired up and eager to be[…]

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Christmas at the burrow

The Burrow, a ramshackle house just outside Ottery St. Catchpole, it's seven floors, hastily stacked on top of each other, bits sticking out haphazardly all over the place. Muggles that saw it would swear, jokingly,[…]

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Pure pleasure

Mmm…. The sight of it makes my mouth drool So tempting, so irresistible I take it in my hand Lick my lips in anticipation Pulling back the cover I gaze at the hard, red head[…]

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My sweet cathie

This is a remembrance of an afternoon back in my high school days. Here is a brief history before I get to that afternoon’s story. Being a “boy” who never since as early as I[…]

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Monica's birthday

I want to start out by saying that ALL of my stories are written for my best friend Monica. They all were specifically written for her and I'm now sharing them as she believes they're[…]

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