Botched ransom

Part 1 Botched Ransom “How old are you, Chrissy?” asked the man. He was stroking her hand as he said it. “I’m twenty,” she replied uneasily. She wanted to take her hand back, but was[…]

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How i got started

How I Got Started (b/b, teen boy/boy, incest, mild violence, white socks) When I was 7, I started playing around with my friend Chris. We touched each other, put our pricks in each other’s mouth[…]

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Moving blues

I have always hated moving, especially given that I had spent most of my life doing it every couple of years. I had lost count of how many times in my 32 years that I[…]

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Plans

Due to recent financial difficulties I’ve had to move into a small apartment over someone’s garage. I was in my early thirties and in decent shape for my age. The couple I was renting was[…]

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Sun, sea and sex

I’d always lived by the beach, the sound of the waves therapeutic after a long day at work, the sun sinking into the sea a relaxing sight when I needed to unwind. Living in a[…]

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Wealthy heiress

I'm in LA for business meetings over the weekend. I decide to out Friday night, with one thing in mind, finding a young Asian girl. Then I decide to give Paris a call, I have[…]

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Two nuns

There were two nuns… One of them was known as Sister Mathematical (SM), and the other one was known as Sister Logical (SL). It is getting dark and they are still far away from the[…]

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