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It was two days before Shaun saw Ms. Russo again. He and Amanda were studying in the dining room when she arrived home from work. Shaun noticed her face redden slightly when she saw him. She stared a moment at his body. Even sitting, he looked sexy. His short-sleeved shirt showed off his large biceps nicely. His dark chocolate skin looked tasty, and those deep brown eyes felt hypnotic. She wanted to run her fingers through his short afro hair.

“Oh hi,” she said, shaking herself out of her reverie.

“Hi mom,” Amanda replied.  “How was work?”

“I think I made a middle management guy pee his pants when I came down on him for his inefficiency.”

Amanda laughed, causing her curly blonde locks to bounce. “Really?”

“Yes, men think they have the upper hand when dealing with a woman in business. It’s amusing to watch them crumble when they realize that’s not the case.”

“Good for you, Ms. Russo,” said Shaun. “I’m surprised they haven’t learned yet. You do look very business-like with your suits, not weak or feminine at all.”

She scowled. “Did you just say my clothes aren’t feminine?”

“No,” Shaun replied. “I mean, that’s not what I meant. They’re very professional. I just prefer those suits with the skirt bottom on women. Well, I like skirts and short dresses in general.” He could see her getting impatient. “But I’m just saying, wearing something like that, and maybe wearing your hair down instead of in that braided bun, would make you look even more feminine and an easy target, so that when you lowered the hammer it would have even more of an impact.”

“Interesting,” Ms. Russo replied. “But having never been in a corporation, you really can’t tell me how to dress at mine.”

“Sorry,” Shaun replied. He feigned being uncomfortable and put in his place as he wondered if she’d obey his instructions in the letter and dress like he just said.

“What’s for dinner?” asked Ms. Russo.

“Jenny is making lasagne,” Amanda replied. “Shaun’s staying. We still have a lot to study this evening. Midterms are coming up.”

Shaun was still amused that the Latina businesswoman had a white maid/cook. He wondered if she chose Jenny to flip the stereotype. He just wished she’d chosen a hot maid instead of an older, pudgy one, but two out of three sexy women in a household wasn’t bad. Plus, Jenny was a sweetheart.

“Fine,” Ms. Russo said she pulled the clips out of her hair and shook it out. “I’m going to change.” Shaun watched her leave, seeing less of the business stride and more of a sultry sway.

When she returned, she wore a short, light sundress. Shaun smiled.

“How are you two doing with classes?” Ms. Russo asked as they ate.

“I’m doing well,” Amanda said. “Economics is a bitch but I’m keeping my marks up.”

“You know you can come to me for help on that, honey,” Ms. Russo said.

“Yes, mom,” Amanda replied. “And if it gets worse, I will. Believe me. But Shaun’s been helping. He’s really good at it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” her daughter replied. “But who you could help is Shaun.”

“Me?” Ms. Russo asked. “But you just said Shaun was good at economics.”

“He is, but we were just talking about his business project. He needs to interview a high-level executive, and since we have one living here, I thought you could help.”

Ms. Russo shot Shaun an annoyed glance. “I’m very busy.”

“Please, mom? It would only take um…” She looked at Shaun.

“An hour,” he said.

“An hour,” Amanda repeated. “He helps me, you help him?” Her eyes both pleaded and sparkled.

Ms. Russo shrugged. “Fine. We can do it after dinner I suppose.”

“Can we do it tomorrow after dinner, Ms. Russo?” Shaun asked. “I don’t have the interview questions here with me.”

She gave him that annoyed look again. “Ok, but keep it to an hour.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

 

The rest of the evening proceeded without incident, but shortly after he left the house Shaun received an email.

 

Dear Dr. Maddow,

Shaun was here tonight. You were right. The longer he stayed the more I could feel my attraction growing. I even agreed to work with him for an hour tomorrow. I’m actually looking forward to spending time with him, but I shouldn’t. He’s my daughter’s boyfriend. Perhaps we should schedule a session to use hypnosis to rid me of this attraction to him.

 

Sincerely,

Jessica Russo.

 

He waited until he got back to his dorm room to reply, so he could think of an appropriate answer. The room’s five metre by four metre interior held his single bed at the back by a rear window. A small desk with this laptop and a lamp, and a dresser sat to the right of the door when one entered. He had put up a couple posters; one of Black Panther, and one of Dr. Dre facing each other on the side walls. Relaxing into his swivel chair, he worked on his phone, smiling.

 

Dear Jessica,

I understand your concern, but I think that your attraction to Shaun is a good thing and so should you. It means you’ve really gotten over your ex-husband because you are able to have these feelings for another man. I think that letting your feelings grow will show us the expansiveness of your heart and show that it’s not closed off to new men.

I think you should continue to explore these feelings for Shaun and see how else he affects you. I’ve seen several other women go through this process and the reactions are quite common. For instance, I think that if he touches you in any way it will make you sexually aroused. Further contact will increase that arousal. This is normal and a good sign of your letting go of your husband even though you may find it uncomfortable at the time. I think that if he does touch you, you won’t stop him because of the physical pleasure it brings you, however, you may voice your opinions about the rightness of the situation and how it makes you feel. I think that if he whispers to you, you will always reply with the honest truth. Whispers create intimacy and I think you’ll always want to be truthful if a man you’re attracted to whispers to you.

However, your situation with Shaun ends up, I think you should write to me and tell me what happened, your feelings, and what you did to resolve any sexual tension he created. I think this is the best course of action to open you up for a new relationship with a great man when you’re ready to have one.

 

Reply and tell me what you think.

Dr. Maddow.

 

Shaun sent off the email and a few minutes later received the reply.

 

Dear Dr. Maddow,

I think you’re right. I didn’t see how good a thing this is until you explained it. I am so happy to be getting over my ex. I’m so happy I haven’t shut myself down. Yes, it will be uncomfortable being attracted to my daughter’s boyfriend for a while, but if it means moving into a new amazing relationship with a great man then I’ll go through it.

 

Thank you so much,

Jessica Russo.

 

*

 

Shaun jacked off right away, finished studying, and then jacked off again while watching his videos before falling asleep.

The next day he was pleased to see Ms. Russo arrive home from work in a business suit with a skirt bottom. Seeing that she had kept her hair up, showed him he still had a way to go. She didn’t change before dinner, saying that she wanted to dress appropriately for a business interview. She scolded Shaun for not wearing a suit.

“If you were interviewing another executive would you have worn a suit?” she asked.

“Yes, but…”

“But nothing. I expect to be treated with the same respect you give other professionals. Do you think that’s fair?”

Shaun hung his head. “Yes, ma’am. Very fair. Should I go home and change?”

She shook her head. “You’ve already made the mistake. Know better next time.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

After dinner, Ms. Russo asked if Shaun wanted to do the interview in the living room. Shaun said sitting at the dining room would be more formal. The table was more like a desk. 

The group sat and chatted in the family room while Jenny cleaned things up. When Amanda started up the stairs to her room, Ms. Russo pulled out her hair clips again. Her dark brown locks flowed down like a waterfall to reach her butt where it bounced slightly before settling.

“Are you ready?” she asked Shaun. He nodded, trying to keep his dick from rising as they got up and returned to the dining room. Before Ms. Russo could sit down Shaun offered his hand.

“Thank you for speaking with me this evening, Ms. Russo. I’m very grateful you could spare me the time.”

She smiled at his formality and took his hand. She was shocked at how wet her pussy got when she touched him. Shaun saw her eyes widen but said nothing. As she moved to sit he said, “Let me help you,” and pushed her seat in, making sure his hand came in contact with her shoulders. Ms. Russo felt her horniness build.

To her surprise, Shaun didn’t sit across from her but to her left at the end of the table. They were close enough that their knees could touch if they positioned themselves right.

Shaun kept the questioning professional since this was a real assignment he had to do. Ms. Russo could see the value of the questions and answered to the best of her ability. At one point, she gave a professional answer about treating employees, but Shaun raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” he said, putting a hand on her knee. She squirmed slightly in the chair. “I know there is a protocol to treating employees, but your comment the other day about putting that manager in his place contradicts your answer now.”

“Speaking of contradictions,” she said. “It is inappropriate to put your hand on someone’s knee during an interview.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Shaun said as he removed his hand. He looked like he was going to continue but then said, “Wait a minute.” He placed his hand back. “This is inappropriate?”

“Ye-yes,” Ms Russo replied.

He lifted his hand again. “I can see how this…” He put his hand back. “Would be inappropriate in a job interview. But this is simply a fact-finding interview. It’s not like it would enter into the realms of harassment because I don’t intend to work for you. Can you explain it please?”

Her pussy was on fire now. She wanted to stroke her clit. His hand was still on her and her horniness continued to mount.

“It doesn’t matter the situation,” she said, her voice slightly breathless. “We’re not in a bar. We’re pretending this is an office environment. There’s a certain code of conduct.”

“I see,” said Shaun. “And are there varying degrees to the inappropriateness of this action?”

“I’m not sure I follow,” she said.

“Well, my hand is currently on your knee, but is that better or worse than my hand being here, on your thigh.”

A quiet moan escaped Ms. Russo.

Shaun continued. “One could argue that my hand on your thigh is more appropriate because now I’m touching your skirt and not directly in contact with your skin. But on the other hand, I’m farther up your leg.” He slid his hand back down to her knee. “So is this worse?” He slid his hand back up. “Or is this worse?”

“Both. I mean, neither. Sorry, I’m a bit confused about this line of questioning.”

“It’s just that there have been a lot of lawsuits over harassment lately and while some are clear, there are others where it seems like the man or woman was just being friendly and they got hit with a lawsuit. I’m wondering if the personal opinion of the person committing the act has a bearing. You don’t like someone so even when they do something inoffensive you charge them. For instance, we know you don’t like me, so would you have said this type of touching was inappropriate if you did like me?”

He squeezed her leg. She gripped the bottom of her chair but did nothing to stop him.

“And what about this?” he asked holding up his hand. “Shake my hand.”

She did with a wariness in her eyes.

“This is appropriate but…” He pulled her in and put a hand on her shoulder. He whispered into her ear, “Is a quiet conversation like this appropriate.”

“It… it depends who it’s with and the nature of the conversation,” she whispered back. This close, his musky scent distracted her further.

He dropped his other hand onto her thigh. “But doing this is inappropriate,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she replied.

“But do you like the way it makes you feel?” he asked.

“Yessss,” she replied. Then her face flushed. Why did she just tell him that?

“Do you want me to stop touching you?”

“No. Yes.”

“Which is it?”

“Both,” she replied. “I want you to touch me more because it feels so good, but I want you to stop because it’s not right and driving me crazy.”

“But is your reaction to my touch appropriate or inappropriate?” he whispered.

“Inappropriate.”

“So, we’re both being inappropriate?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“So I should stop?”

“I… I…”

He pulled back. “You’re right. Let’s finish the questions.”

With that he went back to business, finishing the questions on his list and then standing to thank her with a firm handshake. Ms. Russo thought her knees would buckle. Shaun yelled up to Amanda that he was leaving. She came down to kiss him good-bye. He said thank you to Ms Russo a final time and then came up and gave her a hug. She nearly came right then.

 

When Shaun arrived home a new email arrived within minutes.

 

Dear Dr. Maddow,

I did the school interview with Shaun today and you were right about his touch. I got hornier and hornier. It was all I could do not to touch myself or move his hand to where I wanted to be touched. After he left I rushed to my room and masturbated to two orgasms before I finally calmed down. I hope this isn’t too much information but you said to give you the details and I want to make sure we handle this right.

Part of me is scared to see him again, but a bigger part is excited. If he can create this level of arousal in me, just imagine what the right man will do to me!

 

Sincerely,

Jessica Russo.

 

Shaun replied immediately.

 

Excellent Jessica.

Yes, please continue to send all the details and I think you should use language appropriate to what you’re thinking and doing at the time. There’s no need to be formal about this.

I’m glad to hear your sexual awakening is going well. I think you’ll find that you will only think of Shaun when you masturbate now, and I think that, until you have sex with him, the thought of having sex with him will overshadow any other real or potential sexual encounters. I think that you’ll behave as though you’re attracted to the person you’re with but deep down you’ll be wishing it was Shaun, imagining it was Shaun, though you will never reveal this to the person you are with. It’s funny how obsession works, isn’t it? I think that even if someone tells you how you feel attracted to them or are in need of them, you will automatically replace them with Shaun in your mind and any feelings you have to toward the other person will fade, although you’ll pretend otherwise.

I think you’ll actually enjoy trying to find ways to make Shaun want you, though you’ll also feel guilty about him being your daughter’s boyfriend. I think you love the cat and mouse game you’re playing because it makes you feel alive and sexy. I know you will never cross the line yourself and attack your daughter’s boyfriend, but I think if he kisses you, all your barriers will break and you’ll let him have his way with you.

What do you think?

 

Sincerely,

Dr. Maddow.

 

A few minutes later Shaun got his reply.

 

Dear Dr. Maddow,

I think you’re right. How do you know me so well? I haven’t felt this sexual in years and it’s amazing. I see now that things got stagnant with my husband. That was one of the reasons he cheated on me. I’m not saying what he did was right, but now I see it wasn’t all his fault. I need to be like this all the time in my relationships. I don’t know why I stopped when it feels this good.

Thank you, doctor, for all that you are teaching me.

Sincerely,

Jessica Russo.

 

Shaun smiled. He would soon be fucking his dream girl and at the same time weaning her off Dr. Maddow’s spell. He wanted to fuck right away but he had just set things up so she’d have to see Maddow first, possibly more than once. He could be patient.

 

 

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“How can anyone, especially you, find all this” — you wave your hand around, gesturing to your naked body lying before Tom on his bed — “attractive?” “You see fault where I find beauty,” he says gently, running the backs of his fingers down your cheek. The corner of his mouth turns up. “By the end of this night, you will feel as if you could tempt a saint.” “Why would I want to do that?” you ask. “I’ve already got you… Haven’t I?” Tom bends down and places his lips on your collarbone while...

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Youre gonna make me cum again

I can see the steam escaping from the bathroom and know you’re in the shower. Just imaging about how you’re soaping your body up makes my folds ache. I can literally feel my heartbeat making my clit pulse. Moving as silently as the wind, I creep to the bathroom door. It feels good to be naughty. Your bathroom door is slightly open, a ray of golden light shines on the floor. I’m a guest in your home. I shouldn’t be invading your privacy, after all the kindness you have bestowed on me. It’s...

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Youre beautiful to me

This is an earlier work with some tweaks. What would happen, I wonder, if I watched you… well, watched you touch yourself? Could you? Would you like it? Would you start out slow and gentle, music, soft candlelight? Would you wear something comfortable, silky on your smooth skin? Maybe you’d enjoy a glass of wine perhaps, maybe two just to lubricate the moment, the tangy taste of the wine waking up your senses. Maybe you’d begin long before I got there with a soaking bath, the tepid water...

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Youre My Bitch Now Chapter 7

You're My Bitch Now Chapter SevenRick kept his eyes closed and jumped as he felt Chris touch his chin with his fingertips, but he almost swooned as he felt the lipstick slide across his puckered lips. It felt soft and slippery and exciting and he felt dizzy as Chris rolled the lipstick across his lips. ‘How does that feel, Rikkie? It looks so sweet on you. Open your eyes now and come have a look.’ Chris took Rick gently by the hand and led him across to the mirror. Rick opened his eyes and...

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Three Strikes And Youre Out

I waited, eagerly anticipating. Kneeling. Legs spread wide. Breasts out. Back straight. Arms folded behind me. I am fully exposed, completely vulnerable … just the way you like me to be. Minutes tick by at a snails pace. How long I’ve been here, waiting, I am not sure. I have lost track of time, and now, my legs are going numb. Where is Master? I wondered, shamefully remembering why it is that you have banished me to this solitude. “But …” I whined. I knew my word choice would anger you, and...

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Just Do What Youre Told Part Three

Susan woke up as the morning light came shining through her window. Bill’s now limp cock was still in her mouth. As directed, she immediately started licking and stroking his dick back to life. She loved the idea of sucking him off for breakfast, but a part of her would not have minded being fucked. She couldn’t believe herself, one quickie with her husband, and she’s set for a week. This bastard had her in a constant state of either waiting to be fucked, or actually fucking. As Bill opened...

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Youre A Fucking Good Whore

It was a Saturday night. Wearing my short dress with nothing underneath, I was dancing on the dance floor in a club. Men were coming closer to me, talking to me, touching my ass. I was enjoying it all, but for the past few minutes, I was constantly making an eye contact with the man sitting at the bar. He looked like he was in his early thirties. He was tall, with short black hair and beautiful eyes. He was wearing a black suit with white shirt. We smiled looking at each other. A man came...

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Youre a Treasure

The first time you finally get physical with a new partner is always a little surprising. Sometimes it’s set up. Sometimes it just happens. But however it comes about, it’s never what you expect. Take my first time with Jeremy for example. He and I had been dating for a couple months, and it was going extremely well! I had met him in my English Literature class during my sophomore year in college, and his insightful opinions had immediately caught my attention. He’d seemed to me the type of guy...

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Just Do What Youre Told Part Four

It had been almost a week since the day of Susan’s first (and second) enema. As instructed, she worked all day on her essay describing everything that happened that day. Bill expected not only comprehensive details of the actual events, but also insisted on clear expressions of how Susan felt during each story point. Susan had no idea why Bill was having her do this but she was sure that she would find out in due course. She also knew that whatever it was, she would like it. Susan found...

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Youre the first woman Ive ever

You’re the first woman I’ve ever.. It had been raining all morning and Karen hadn’t been feeling well. She had stayed home from work for the fourth time this month. As she lay in bed she tried to convince herself she was unwell with a cold or something due to winter setting in, but deep down she knew the truth was she was lonely and becoming depressed. The phone rang and although numb she answered, ‘Hello?’ ‘Karen? It’s Martin. I’ve just come into the store and Margaret tells me you’re...

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Sharing is Caring when youre at work

I wake with my pussy drenched. My fingernail lightly dragging over the lips of my mound. My bedroom bathed in an eerie green neon light from the building across the street from my apartment. The frost on the window catching all the lights, making intricate patterns that my mind cannot make out.  I’ve other things on my mind this morning than light patterns.  A rouge finger slips between the lips of my pussy, I feel my heat. I feel my wetness. Shivering with the icy temperature of my finger,...

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Youre a little shit you know that

I get home from work and I can’t wait to drop into my bed. Another day … another dollar. But sometimes it’s hard being the bread-winner. The newspaper is lodged in the bushes. Shit, I can’t reach that, I think. Opening the front door, I’m greeted by the smell of burnt food. Waffles … bread … muffins? Whatever it was, it’s burned to hell and another waste of the groceries I just bought. Walking into the kitchen, I’m greeted by a pile of dishes in the sink. Plates, cups, roasting tins, and the...

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Youre Fired

‘Mark!’ Olivia shouted her secretary’s name from the corner of her office. Her head was buried in a file cabinet. Olivia was in her 40s and was a senior account manager at Wilson and Oldsten, the most prestigious advertising agency in the state. She was tall and blonde, with striking nordic features. She had a hard driving personality that, combined with her good looks, had fueled her meteoric rise through the company. Mark walked into the room. He had been Olivia’s secretary for only two...

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Youre Not Naughty Boy

She stared into the computer, a 40 year old woman, and asked herself, ‘What am I doing?’ She was dirty blonde, with light olive skin and average size for a plus size model – though she was only 5′ 3”. 190 pounds of sexual hunger with 38DDD’s so she didn’t need to… But she still went on to type up a meeting place near by. She was still really hesitant to be doing this at all so she picked a place near by where she could easily hide and see what he looked like and run home and block him if he...

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Copyright

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Wright

"Dania," I said, "I am Philip, one of the tests your sisters have set to see if you have the skills of a mistress O-wright." "Welcome, Philip," she replied. "I am pleased to serve you." The members of the Guild always say that they are pleased, but Dania looked as though she meant it. I've had apprentices who did not really seem very pleased, but -- of course -- Dania was already an experienced journey-woman. Her fellow members considered that she might well become a mistress. She...

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Stage Fright

Stage Fright Jim taught Drama at the local Junior College. Every semester he would identify one aspiring actress for special attention. It was never difficult to identify the likely candidate, usually there were several to choose from. You know the type: Shy, plain wallflowers wearing comfortable shoes,unremarkable skirts and blouses covered by a dull cardigan sweater. She always carries her books clutched close to her chest and is always insanely interested in what is happening at her...

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Birthright

James Silver let out a yawn. He was nearing the end of his eight hour drive home from college. He had just wrapped up his sophomore year at Port Charlotte State University. As a second year student, he still hadn’t taken many classes in his psychology major yet, but the intro classes he took were interesting enough, if a bit basic. James was eager to get deeper into the subject over the next few years. The prospect of spending the summer at home did not excite him, however. James had chosen...

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A Cure for Stage Fright

Jimmy was fidgeting at his make-up table in his dressing room backstage. It had been a year since his last appearance on stage, and this new production was going to be his most prominent role yet.Alex, his faithful assistant, was putting the finishing touches to his wig and his costume.A knock at the door as the ASM called out, "Twenty minutes till curtain up, places please for the opening scene."Jimmy twitched restlessly in the chair and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The damned cold...

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Bikini Beach Visitation Rights

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Animal Rights

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Green Mask in A Spell Gone Right

A truck full of dynamite. Well it's not how you would do it but to each his own. You're actually quite annoyed with the stocking-wearing thugs pouring into the newly made hole in the side of the bank. A visiting diamond exhibit like this could usually be counted on to bring out the upper crust of thieves. Here you are in the pouring rain watching amateur hour in the street below, the sensors in your masks heads up start running the plates on the truck. "Come on guys, you used your own truck?"...

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Righteousness

The video shows a very broad expanse in the low-ceilinged concourse of an underground station. The distant walls are covered with large, shiny, dark red tiles. Here and there a sign in Norwegian. In the background, far from the camera, people walk briskly in different directions, heading for a train or for an exit. Some of them glance toward the camera, but none pause. This is remarkable. In the foreground, only a couple of meters from the camera, a slender naked barefoot woman, her arms...

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Righteousness

The video shows a very broad expanse in the low-ceilinged concourse of an underground station. The distant walls are covered with large, shiny, dark red tiles. Here and there a sign in Norwegian. In the background, far from the camera, people walk briskly in different directions, heading for a train or for an exit. Some of them glance toward the camera, but none pause. This is remarkable. In the foreground, only a couple of meters from the camera, a slender naked barefoot woman, her arms...

Reluctance
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Wonders of American BackroadsChapter 4 Civil Rights

I was at a bit of a loss. Did this start out as the best year of all time or the worst? Of course, celebrating the New Year with Alice was an incredible blast. We might have no real future together, but there was no question that we both loved each other. Two weeks later, she was gone. There was no chance that we’d see each other until summer. We were both agreed that she needed to focus on school and that required her to be in Montana. I wandered around some, sort of following wherever Andy...

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My memoirs of 4 days and 4 nights in Brighton

His profile name was SouthCoastDaddy , and his message came out of the blue ..he said that he was just boarding the plane to fly over to my island and will only be here for about 6 hours , enough for a quick business meeting , an even quicker business lunch, and most importantly he said , was to leave his heavy cum load deep in the ass of a local tv slut before jumping back on the Gatwick flight..i instinctively replied a solid yes before even considering the logistics..fortunately...

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Losing rights

Breaking news: Sweeping legislation to remove basic human rights from a number of groups. Depending on how the negotiations go various groups could lose various rights from free speech to boldly autonomy, even personhood could be removed leaving the poor souls victim to the whims of the majority around them.

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Forthright

"This is not going to work, Bob." "Which quotes Jeanette Brennan when I suggested kissing her, which quoted Jeanette Brennan when I suggested her being on top." "I never objected to your kissing me. What..." "I still have elbow scars on my ribs to prove otherwise." "Well, there's a time and a place for everything." "And if I wasn't supposed to kiss that place, why did God give you lips down there?" "And I only objected to being on top in a tent." "Yah shuure." "It...

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The suit life on deck just got sweeter re wright

Hi my name is Zack Martin. I go to a school on a ship called the S.S. Tipton. I go there with my brother Cody, London Tipton (owner’s daughter)and, Bailey Pickett (Cody’s Girlfriend). They all are my good friends. One weekend we all got a lot closer but you wont see this on are tv show “Suit life on Deck”. here is what happened. We were docked in Paris. We all were really happy that we were to be in the city of love for a week. I hit on a bunch of French babes. Cody and Bailey were up in...

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Squaters Rights

My name is Sue; I live with two other girls Sandy and Jo in a three-bedroom house on the outskirts of London. We have all lived there for the past two and a half years and have become very close friends. There was one problem though; the house we live in is a squat and just recently, the owners had sent us an eviction notice; we had one month to get out. As much as they had their rights to reclaim their property, we had spent a great deal of money smartening the place up since we moved in....

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Officer Miranda Rights

Officer Miranda Rights was deeply asleep sleeping in her queen sized bed. The twenty four year old FFO (Female Fuck Officer) was lying in her bed in the nude The buzzing alarm woke Miranda from her slumber. Hit the alarm Miranda archer be back thrust her impressive 38E bust up against the single sheet, her erect nipples poking through. It was at that moment that she realized that she was on the right side of the bed, not the middle. Looking over Miranda saw that she wasn't alone in her bed.

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Unthinkable Love

It was 2:30 in the afternoon, I was laying in my bed trying to take a nap when my cell went off. Marvin’s Room started to play, I knew it was Derick. Derick and I lived in the same small town but never met, we connected on a popular social networking site last month. We soon exchanged numbers and started texting all day. After about three days we decided to meet up and hang out, that is where it all began. The first time I saw him my heart stopped and the only word that came out of my mouth...

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