Bar snack

When I was 35, I lived right on Venice Beach in Los Angeles, overlooking Muscle Beach and the White Men Can’t Jump basketball courts. My neighborhood was a frequent location for movies, and for television[…]

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Beach fun

Going to the beach has not been fun for me the last few times going. Mainly due to the fact that I always go with my family who all but one hate the beach. Also[…]

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Trafficked love ch. 8

Chapter Eight: Lessons Learned The Hard Way Angel, Rich, and Emily sat silently in the truck, outside of the motel. Emily was looking out the back passenger window at the fairly vacant motel. No doubt[…]

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Night shift romance

It was a typical, night shift Sunday. The huge factory, normally bustling with noise and activity, lay quiet and dark. I was in my office/quality lab, dipping parts in chemicals and singing along with the[…]

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Mandi part 3

It was Saturday. Finally I could see Mandi and her gorgeous body, oh those tits. I bit my lip as Ithought about her. Oh shit, what was I going to wear? I jumped up and[…]

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