Bar night fun

Zeta was my girlfriend. Right now she was sitting opposite me in the bar where we met up with friends nearly every Friday night. The chat was the usual light-hearted banter – anecdotes from the[…]

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The orchestra trip

It was that time of the year again: the end of the year orchestra trip. This year, they were headed up to Boston for the music festival (that’s what they call the competitions). It was[…]

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Late seven

Late Seven By Systematic Sandy wanted to get laid. I could tell from the looks he was giving me, his body language. It had only been a week since our sleepover, but he was getting[…]

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Trick or treat

There was something about the air in Chicago whenever October rolled around. Brooklyn breathed in the fresh autumn air from the patio. For some reason, the air seemed fresher and cleaner. Its crispness mixed with[…]

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Racquetball

My coworker Jim had been playing racquetball weekly for about six months at his apartment complex, we had a standing reservation for the court every Thursday night from 7-9. The complex had a small "fitness[…]

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"next finally"

Next Finally By Blueheatt …..She finally couldn’t take anymore. All the temptation, flirting, touching, kissing and anticipation had gotten to her. …..Jerri, my daughter, was young when her urges happened the first time. …..I remember[…]

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