The first of many

This story has been written from what I have been told to me by a very close (and intimate) friend- it was her first experience and I have used her story and written it in[…]

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Internet

It was a few years ago when I lived in Amsterdam I got talking to a woman from the South of England on the Internet. We got on really well and often our chats turned[…]

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Tim’s story: part one

“More roast beef?” Marie Bond asked her eighteen year old son. “Uh, no thanks, mom,” he replied, “I couldn’t eat another bite.” Marie looked at her only son with concern while worrying that he seemed[…]

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Boy scouts part 3

I woke up early in the morning, before Kristy, looking over at her. I lay back down, knowing I couldn't sleep, but figuring I might as well be comfortable while I think. I start to[…]

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Saturday

Saturday: Sally… Reflecting: . . . I was running late. I told my secretary to let her wait in my office, which got me a; “Are you sure Mr. Smithe.” I didn’t want Sally drawing[…]

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