Maribel

Maribel by Gail Holmes I remember the time only to well: it was two days after my birthday, a Sunday morning; on Sundays we never dressed before breakfast just walked around in our night gowns,[…]

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Happy birthday

Kayla had never really shown any signs of interest in me. Yet i had so much attraction to her i dreaded being around her. Having to hide my erection from her proved to be quite[…]

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The rules

It wasn’t hard to pretend I was asleep when I heard the apartment door open and shut. I’d been on the verge of REM anyway when her entry had startled me awake, but I didn’t[…]

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