Psyche

I was barely surviving when I turned thirteen. I was nothing and no one, a street rat with no home or family. With puberty came power, only not like others. I could move things with[…]

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My first time

So for the sake of the story ill leave how old we are to the imagination. What I will say is that she (called "Nadia" for protection) was years older. She had crystal blue eyes[…]

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The journey

The Journey Your skin, your smile, your laugh, your touch,and your amazing body, They all get me hot, Don't you get shy, or don't you fret, Cause as we get older, perfect we're not. It's[…]

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