Pov 1

I would slowly walk up to your door, you being unaware of my presence, were sitting in site of me through your window. I saw you and I felt my heart race with anticipation. 'I'm[…]

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Middle america

All characters in this story are 18+ Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. My name is Jack and I was born in a small town in Kansas. My dad owned and ran his own store[…]

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The punk and me

I was steadily staring at him from the corner of my eyes trying to make it not too obvious that I was going crazy with sexual tension. He was about six foot ten, dark eyes,[…]

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I'm sorry

/> The attempt to get the usher's attention went unnoticed as he quickly collected the discarded church programs and fans left strewn about in the pews. Dan noted Kris' bright blue afro and the small[…]

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Mixed metaphors xii

Mixed Metaphors XII It was Sunday morning; four am when Becky got out of bed and cruised the front room like a morning watch police officer looking for bodies and various types of damage. Everyone[…]

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Lunch

The wheels on the Jaguar convertible squeal as I power through a tight curve in the road. The warm Dallas air is rushing past my ears with a howl and down the street between tall[…]

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The back deck

THE BACK DECK CHAPTER 1 I found myself beating off watching my teenage neighbor’s gorgeous body as she lay by our pool sunning herself. She was on her stomach with her pussy and ass facing[…]

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