A teenage escort

A Teenage Escort. Part 1. The Training My family was fairly poor, no, really poor. As a child through high school I was teased about my clothes, shoes, everything other kids had that were nicer.[…]

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My neighbor's voyeur

Using my binoculars, I peeked through the window and across the street at Mrs. Walson, my best friend’s mom and one of, if not THE, hottest MILF on the block. She was cleaning house dressed[…]

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Camorra chapter 3

Hurriedly changing his breeches and shirt for a clean pair, he made his way down towards the kitchen again. In the corridor, he passed Camorra in the corridor, who avoided his eyes and swept past[…]

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David, my lover

I was always a shy girl, never having much luck with boyfriends. They were either too pushy, making me feel uneasy, and turned off, or not bold enough. Meaning, of course, that at 24, I[…]

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The dream…

I had a dream… I asked you if you wanted a fuck For no certain amount, So you gave no buck. We french kissed, And stripped, But didnt get pissed Cause the housekeeper got tipped,[…]

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Roomates

Roomates Dan and I are best friends. We have known each other since 1st grade. We lived on the same street. We played together camped together, swam, played sports and were just generally best buds.[…]

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So hot

I was driving home from work in my boyfriend's convertible. The weather was excruciatingly hot & I had the top down – wind blowing through my medium blonde hair which was made even blonder by[…]

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