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Grief was a lonely emotion, and if it wasn’t, I couldn’t tell you so. For months, covered in the devil’s sweat, shivering like a kitten caught in the fridge, my father suffered. I remembered sitting at his bedside for hours, soon leaving his blanket with a salty stain, I ambled away to stare out a window. Then suddenly, I blinked, and he was gone. The world had decided for me that I did not need a father.

I think the world made a mistake.

So I moved towards the exit in this place of death. My feet trembling with every step. I was small, quiet and without haste. Around me, were many little people, running with books stacked to their noses. Each one trying to find purpose, creating their own little thunders, as the floors would shake under their waltz. My waltz was demented. Torn from left and shoved to right, without balance, without strength.

So you remember at times like these, the clichéd line, my father will be watching over me. At first a comfort, until you realize that his eyes are dead too. How can an angel look down on me through the dead eyes of a corpse?

‘Miss, I’m sorry but there was nothing else to be done,’ A little man taunted softly in my ear, ‘your father didn’t want to go on…’ This Grey blurry figure. He was just a part of the room. Yet somehow HE dared to speak of MY father?

I hated this world now, I hated it!

‘Yes he did.’ I snapped shortly, ‘he was a good man, he wanted to be with me,’ I paused and then ran from that horrid place.

At home I sat on a hard wooden chair surrounded be my father’s things, the smell of furnished wood and the fading sense of his presence. I wondered, what would happen if I ended myself here? If I should take a knife and slash away at the seams of my soul, would the world protest? Would it cry out? Would it laugh? If I should take a knife and slash only a little, would my father be returned to me?

Knocks a-tapping at my door came thrice to surprise my empty soul. Came to surprise yet failed to make the numb feel. I was ignoring the call. My phone rang once, still I was ignoring the call. It would just be another someone, come to say a few meaningless lines and leave. None would hold my hand, a black hole, which would suck away unforgivably at those who touched it.

So days passed, and my name sneered at me, for my name was Faith and my heart was lost. Weeks passed, and my damp hands held fast to the wooden handle of my father’s rocking chair. This was stability. This was a plank of wood, and this plank of wood, I cherished. It’s yellowing gleam promised protection against the thunderous laughter of that thief known as the world.

The phone echoed again.

‘Hello,’ croaked a voice, which did not sound like my own.

‘Faith? Is that you?’ A male voice cooed from the other side, from another world.

‘Yes.’ I admitted to myself. I was then slightly troubled by the sound of my own voice, a thin thread, close to snapping.

‘I’ve been trying to reach you,’ I could hear the rustling of paper work, ‘you don’t know me, but I knew your father and we had a deal before he left. I have the contracts with me… I just need to see you,’ he sounded unsure. Unsure about whether or not it was okay to speak.

‘Pardon?’ My ears were not used to hearing sounds anymore. Weeks since the horrid day the last tone a silly nurse.

‘Yes, I own half your house,’ he paused, ‘my name is Isaac Charmer, I know this is a little shocking for you. But I have nowhere to stay as of tomorrow and was wondering if that was a good time to come over?’ I opened my eyes several times, but they would not see.

‘Tomorrow?’ My hand gripped to the side of my father’s chair tightly as I sat on the very edge.

‘Yes, if that’s okay?’ I noticed his voice was deep, but not croaky like mine. It was a sweet dark chocolate. Such sounds I had not heard for so long.

‘Yes, tomorrow,’ I agreed. I would hear that sound again and that would be my last. Yes, there would be no sound again for me.

Torn and sleepless, that night I had nothing. No hand to hold. No-body to rest into. No sound to keep me sane. Standing, I walked over to the clock, how had it reached 6am? Then, down the stairs, I danced eerily, wasn’t there something I had to do? My slippers tapped onto the steps and into my father’s old workspace.

Here I found rope.

Tell me now, could a rope lead to hell? Perhaps I would merely knot the rope and leave? Surly a hook above my head would not lead to hell. Dangling before my face would point to hell, certainly, but not to drag me towards it. Then this hoop, a perfect circle inviting me in, promising me release.

Strange questions began to strut around my head. These questions surfaced onto my skin, like a rash in a red race. Acting like they had the answers, but would not dare tell someone like me.

Then I paused.

Then I walked away.

Next, a cold shower smothered my tender form. Small droplets upon my skin, my hands, my shoulders, my breasts, I was like a bright apple with a rotten core. Must wipe away apple, I told myself, I wouldn’t want to lie.

Despite these thoughts, I place my favorite long blue dress around my shoulders and down my thighs. Then I moved.

I danced the stairway to hell with a slow demented rhythm. I was shaking, and the stairs were shaking with me in their laughter. My hands became damp, suddenly there was not enough air. I breathed in deeply, yet nothing would fill my lungs with breath. It became darker now as I stood upon the stool of death. My hands reached out, and like a necklace of brown, gold and silver I lifted this rope above my head. Like a halo, I told myself, as I pushed down upon my face.

To Hell I walk.

***

‘Oh shit,’ thundering thumps and then hands upon my hips lifted me back to the stool from which I had just fell. Soon there was complete darkness. later, a soft wet cloth was dabbed upon my forehead. Warm helping hands hovered above me and then the sound of humming. The sweet hums of another floating around me.

‘Your father gave me a key, lucky,’ spoke a familiar voice, ‘promise me you’ll never do anything like that again.’ I was silent. What had I done to promise not to do? I felt the world’s pieces coming back to me. Air. Breath. Smell. Aftershave.

‘Promise me Faith.’ The voice insisted.

‘Who are you?’ I mumbled through a foggy of vision. Trying to focus on the figure before me. Trying to see through eyes that were as alive as they were dead.

‘Isaac Charmer,’ He replied, ‘we spoke yesterday about your house.’ Isaac ran a hand through his hair charmingly.

‘My house?’ I frowned.

‘Yes, the one you live in. Or rather, we live in.’ Hands helped me sit up, and I found myself in bed, under soft blankets I had never met.

‘Where are my blankets?’ I looked at him in a panic, which was shortly followed by anger. Who had told him to take my blankets? Those blankets were not his to take! He had no right to smear his fingers all over my sheets and impress his life upon them! They were mine. They were all I had left.

‘They’re in the laundry…’ He glanced at my bedroom door and back at me, ‘these are my blankets here. Yours were dirty and’-

‘They were my fathers.’ I looked tensely at the strange sheets smothering my body, ‘You shouldn’t have taken them.’

‘I didn’t take them,’ he looked at me just as crossly, ‘I just moved them.’

‘Fine. Why are you in my room- moving my blankets?’ I crossed my arms accusingly but dared not to look into his eyes for the fear of intimidation.

‘Because you fainted’ he spoke defensively, ‘and I thought I’d put you back into bed.’ He seemed annoyed as he continued, ‘then when I saw the state of your bed, I decided to lend you my sheets.’ He stood up and waited for my reply, but I would not speak, I kept silent. ‘I’ll be waiting outside.’

***

I stood up and walked over to the mirror
that held my reflection. A poor woman stared back at me. I made her look pretty again with lace and powder. A sad thing to think that one’s heart couldn’t wear clothes. That it too, could not be made to look anything but what it was. Broken.

Then I thought of the angry man outside. I moved to open my door and look at this stranger closely. ‘Tell me again why you are here,’ I spoke sharply through my teeth.

‘I live here,’ he held up some documents, ‘your father asked me to live here with you after he…’ I snatched the paper out of his hands and frowned deeply.

‘This is impossible.’ I shook my head.

‘It was his dieing wish.’ He looked at me seriously, ‘I sold my house yesterday for him.’

‘And why do you care about my father? How do you even know him?’ I squinted suspiciously.

‘I helped him when he was in the retirement home. And we… bonded.’ He spoke and I laughed at him.

‘You bonded? You’re a nurse.’ I thought back to the nurses who promised me they’d save my father, and then didn’t. The little people, who must have thought only of themselves, as they walked around the dying flesh of my father’s body. The dying eyes that could never watch over me. The glimmer of the blue and green haven, my father’s vision, all dead. ‘I don’t believe you.’ I stated firmly.

‘Why? Because you think I’m a nurse?’ he lifted his eyebrows, ‘I volunteered to work there. I’m really a dancer.’ I held the paper back out to him.

‘You should leave now.’ I told him.

‘I can’t do that.’ He shook his head, ‘and unless you want to leave me homeless, then neither can you.’

***

That night I cried for my father again. Hours pranced passed while I continued in this demented waltz of grief.

I needed a drink.

Shivering in my light blue nightie I tiptoed toward the kitchen so that I wouldn’t wake the man next door. Shadows watched me from every corner, whispering that release was only a jump away-

‘When was the last time you slept a whole night?’ Isaac was sitting at my kitchen table with a glass of milk.

‘Why are you up?’ I demanded as if he wasn’t allowed to be so.

‘I could ask you the same thing,’ he smiled, ‘what are you thinking?’ Isaac sat there looking dangerous with his dark hair and light complexion in the shadows- and he was in my way!

‘I’m thirsty.’ I filled a glass of milk.

‘You seem troubled,’ he sighed and looked away.

‘Maybe I am troubled.’ I sat opposite him and looked into his eyes to see what he was thinking. I looked and froze. Green and blue flecks of light seared though the foggy clouds in my mind. I shook my head, thinking myself silly, and looked away.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked me carefully.

‘Nothing,’ I lied. ‘We barely even know each other,’ I spoke with a harsh tone, then looked again, into the blissful composition of his gaze. I felt my stomach turn in confusion. Here sat a man, alive, staring into my soul. His eyes seemed to be pleading, asking me to seek the wistful rhythm of his own peaceful dance. If I dared abandon my own waltz to hell.

‘You really are more beautiful than I imagined,’ Isaac spoke softly.

‘What?’ I dared ask him to repeat.

‘I said’-

‘I know what you said.’ silence.

Isaac moved his chair around so that he could look closer. He had come too close, in every sense of the word. I was meant to be away from the sounds. From the places where little people could touch my heart with their false promises. I was meant to be away.

‘I’m going to watch over you.’ Isaac simpered. My eyes widened at his choice of words. Noting my shocked expression, he explained, ‘I just mean, after how I found you.’

‘Stop lying,’ I felt my eyes begin to water.

‘Lying?’ He raised his eyebrows.

‘Yes, lying,’ I stood and walked over to the opposite wall. Creating some space, ‘No one is ‘watching over’ me! That’s a lie!’ I lent my full weight against that wall. Hoping it would collapse and swallow me. Taking me where I belonged, Far away from this man.

‘Faith,’ he began to walk towards me as I began to slide towards the floor. Another desperate attempt to be swallowed by my surroundings, ‘I’m not lying.’

Isaac sat down next to me. Meeting me where I was. Then I turned to look into the sincere eyes of this man. I felt my resolve crumble. I felt the pain seep from my core as release fell upon me. It was almost as if my soul was alight in grief, overflowing, a waterfall.

‘I think I’ve drunken too much,’ I whispered, looking down at my toes and curling them tightly.

‘You’ve been drinking milk,’ Isaac pointed out and then reached for my hand.

He reached for my hand. Touched me. I wasn’t trying to be touched. I didn’t want to be a part of this space again. Not contact. Not life.

I made a few vowel sounds, soft whimpering noises, and then shivers stroked my spine. His expression softened as he moved closer in on me, with an embrace like a coat of warm honey, over my soul. The laughing shadows that surrounded me were quietened by the gentle hum of this stranger.

Isaac took my hand and stood, pulling me up, holding my weight for me. He smiled encouragingly and started to sway back and forth. Just slightly. A little to the left, then a little to the right. Backing away from the wall, from the shadows, he continued to sway.

I looked up at him then and wondered if I had the strength to keep up with him. Was I prepared to go the distance?

‘Step onto my feet,’ he spoke as if he had read my mind. So I did.

That’s when my rhythm became entwined into his. My feet found time again as this man and I danced with a tender force. It was here, within this new dance of strength and grace, that I knew hell wasn’t worth the walk. It wasn’t worth the demented waltz, or the warped halo, for my father was watching over me. He had found me again in the presence of another. A man he had sought to watch over me for him.

It was here, in the arms of this stranger, where I discovered that I had made the mistake, and not the world. The world had nothing to do with death, death was beyond this world. And while some may have found themselves confused, seeking this walk to hell, they would never break free of their sorrows. They would only be freezing it in time. For the only way to leave sorrow, I see now, is to walk through life.

Or in my case, dance.

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"Do you have a reservation, Madame?" The maitre de asked Jean. "I'm here to meet someone. Emma Frost." "Miss Frost is already at her table. Right this way, please." "Thank you." As she walked Jean noticed more than a few eyes turning her way. With her look she turned heads even when dressed casually, in a green blouse, and tan skirt that stopped about a inch above her knees, and two inch heels. Emma was dressed in a white business suit. The skirt was short so today she was highlighting her...

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Shelly and Angie

It was a year of single dates after David and her 22 birthday that she met Michael, he was a dud as well. It was also after almost a year after her birthday, that Shelly had a proposition thrown at her to try a girl for a change. She went home and talked to her neighbor about the idea. It was crazy to her but she was talking to Kim, so how crazy was it? Kim told her the same thing that she was thinking but both of them weighed the pro's and cons and she looked at the sheet again and again...

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Shelly My Buddyrsquos Daughterhelliphellip Part 2

A few weeks had passes since our initial encounter. Shelly and I had exchanged texts on when we might be able to get together again. Finally the chance came on a weekend that her parents, my buddy and his wife, would be out of town for the long weekend. Shelly messaged me the details and told me to be ready. She also said that she needed a favor and had a surprise for me and that I needed to keep an open mind. That made me very curious, but Shelly assured me that I would enjoy it. So finally on...

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Michelles New Boyfriend Ch 4 Part 7

Michelle called me about six, letting me know they were in Las Vegas on their way to the hotel. She said Shaun's reservations were at the Paris Las Vegas. An hour later she sent me some pictures of their room: big, round oversized bed with a canopy cover and frills everywhere. It had a two person raised spa, set where they could enjoy the outdoor scenery, which included the hotel's Eiffel Tower. Shaun must have spent a fortune on the room! The practical side of me thought that he could probably...

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Shelly and JamesChapter 3

In the evening at dinner John showed up. We ate together and as we finished up Shelly invited him to our room. I was a tiny bit surprised, but not against his being with us. I had figured that she would want to spend the time with just me. We got to the room and John produced a bottle of wine. We got some glasses and then sat and talked for a bit. The wine went very fast. I looked at Shelly and John and realized that we were probably going to be in sexual overdrive again tonight. After...

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Shellys Valentine

**Many thanks to Aries77 for a great editing job!** Shelly Landford said goodbye to her best friend, Lisa, and set the phone into its wall-mounted base. Shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, she stepped over to her back door and peered through the small square window. She shook her head. Lisa is crazy for going on a night like this.’ Shelly grimaced with her thoughts. Bar hopping just isn’t worth the risk. That is exactly what she’d explained to Lisa when her friend had tried...

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Shelly

Me and Shelly had been best friends since we first went to school, and as our parents always said we were inseparable. Throughout our lives, when one of us ended up in some sort of trouble, you could be guaranteed the other was close by. We both lost our virginity on the same night to 2 college guys at a frat party we gate crashed, Shelly was on the bed while the other guy fucked me on the floor. Shelly is a gorgeous looking redhead, she always keeps her hair quite short, she has large breasts,...

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Shelly and Matt Mfteen inc cons rom

Shelly and Matt By SpectreOfHell It was, in Shelly’s opinion, the most boring party she’d ever gone to. There was no one there even close to her age, just adults and little k**s running around making noise. The food was bland and the music was driving her nuts. And it wasn’t like anyone really wanted her around in the first place. The relatives had made all the expected comments about how much she’d grown, about her becoming a “little woman,” and now they ignored her. No one even noticed when...

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Shelly and Matt Mfteen inc cons rom

Shelly and MattBy SpectreOfHellIt was, in Shelly’s opinion, the most boring party she’d ever gone to. There was no one there even close to her age, just adults and little k**s running around making noise. The food was bland and the music was driving her nuts. And it wasn’t like anyone really wanted her around in the first place. The relatives had made all the expected comments about how much she’d grown, about her becoming a “little woman,” and now they ignored her. No one even noticed...

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Shelly and JamesChapter 1

We had been married for eight years. My wife Shelly was just as beautiful, if not more, as the day I first met her. Her long blonde hair almost reaches the small of her back. I help her brush it at times and I am always amazed at how silky soft it is. Her tight, toned, and firm body always turns me on too. Our sex life, while not wild and unusual, was good. We had sex about every day unless one of us was sick. She had many times sucked me until I almost came in her mouth, but usually, if it...

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Shelly My Buddys Daughter

I went by a buddy’s house to borrow a drill. Dave had told me that no one was going to be home, but that the back door was unlocked and to just let myself in. I walked into the house and found the drill on the counter just where Dave had said it would be. I went to use the bathroom and while standing there, I noticed a pair of silky black panties. As I finished up, I could not resist the temptation. I picked up the panties to have a closer look. I noticed they were slightly damp. I put them to...

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Shelly and Danny

This story is an homage to Matt Moreau. Well, kind of. None of the characters in this story are based on any of his. KingBandor kindly gave the story a read, and pointed out a few mistakes that I corrected. “Danny, this isn’t something that needs to affect us. Not in any real or meaningful way. It’s something completely outside of us.” You’re probably wondering why my bride of twelve years just made that statement to me just now. Thirty minutes earlier I had walked out of my office...

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Shelly and JamesChapter 2

I went into the bathroom and took my shower. I was in there for longer than either of them, wanting her to have some time with John alone. I thought that when I came out I would get to see the real passion on her face again. When I got out, they were sitting on the bed dressed. As I got dressed Shelly filled me in on the plan. 'John and I were talking and he came up with an idea. He wants us to go to this little place he found the other night and dance a bit. He said he wants me to act...

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Shelly and JamesChapter 6

Sam led the way to his place, which happened to be in a pretty nice neighborhood. As we all walked up the sidewalk to the front door, it opened. A young woman was standing in the doorway, dressed in only a mini-skirt and very tight halter-top. Sam held out his hand and introduced us. 'Julie, this is James and Shelly. Julie is my permanent slut. As you can see, she is properly dressed as a slut should be. Julie, why don't you show James your assets?' Julie, without a hesitation at all...

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Shellys Trial

For those readers who missed the first installment: First, PAY ATTENTION. I'm working my ass off writing this shit and you're off somewhere getting laid or going to the Spring Auto Show or something. Get your priorities straight. Second, you need a synopsis, which means I have to write the whole fucking story over again and bore the shit out of people who've already read Part 1. Have a little consideration. SYNOPSIS: Shelly was an uptight bitch who was married to an investment banker....

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Michelles New Boyfriend Ch 4 part 5

Saturday evening, Michelle was once again getting ready for her new career path as a stripper. This time, though, she asked me to take her. On the way there, I asked her if she knew what she'd be doing tonight? Anything like last week?"They haven't said anything about it; I'm assuming I'll be dancing and stripping like the other girls this time, though. I think last week was an initiation into their little club.She hadn't dressed in anything particularly provocative, just a short skirt and...

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Michelles New Boyfriend Ch 4 part 3

The following Friday we were planning on going to a square dance festival at Wallowa Lake, Oregon with Jim and Joan. We'd be camping at Wallowa Lake State Park so Monday evening Michelle and I started getting our camping equipment ready to go. We were all going in their Toyota Sienna minivan so we'd have room for the camping equipment, clean clothes and square dance outfits. We didn't need to take much food since there's a Safeway in Enterprise, only a few miles away. We had everything pretty...

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Michelles Weekend

Michelle's Weekend By Samantha Kimberly Thorne I. Introduction "I'm not sure we should be leaving you, Mark, it's a long way, and a whole week-end seems too much!" was the speech Mark Jackson knew he was going to hear from his mother as the day neared for the party 200 miles away that he hadn't been invited to. ?No kids, even the older ones' had been the general way the invitation had been put, and it suited Mark just fine. "A week-end alone, just what I need, I can do some...

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Michelles Bridesmaid Part III

Part III The bridal shower was on Wednesday, the week of the wedding. Mother had me practicing each day on feminine movements. She said I'd feel more like I was floating on air if I dressed the part. She said she'd notice a really cute dance outfit at Miss Audette's Dancewear store and suggested we take a ride. I'd purchased the yellow tutu from there last week. I was still on my diet, trying to lose 10 pounds before the wedding on Saturday so I was feeling a little weak. Mother...

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Michelles Story Part 25

Michelle's Story - Part 25 Tuesday arrived, and for the children, it was a stay indoors day. It was raining heavily outside and the only one to leave the house that day was John, who had work to go to. "I hope its better than this tomorrow," said Liz, as she looked out of the window. "I really hate this weather." Emma and Michelle were once more playing with their toys, and trying to ignore the sound of the rain peppering the window. Michelle was looking forward to the trip to the...

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Shelly

ShellyShelly and I had known each other in High School and would see each other here and again afterwards. We partied with the same people and once or twice fooled around, but never really had sex. Lots of making out and petting was the extent of our fun. Years went by and we shared info on social media, but I lived up near Houston and she was down in Corpus Christi so actually meeting up was not possible. I decided to make a trip home and posted to social media and was surprised how many old...

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Shelly and JamesChapter 5

Getting all the stuff together I sat her down in a chair and with a towel under her, I lathered her up and began to shave. As I shaved her tender pussy I noticed that she was very wet. I could tell that my touch and the razors edge was having an effect on her. When I finished shaving her she took a look through a mirror. Her pussy looked so soft, smooth and sexy that I couldn't resist and began to lick all over and around it. I concentrated on her clit and lips. Those soft smooth and wet...

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Michelles Mom Seduces Me repost

Michelle Helps her Mom Seduce Me Michelle and I are sl**ping in her bedroom when her mom comes in to wake us up since it was almost 4pm..Last night we had sex on the subway Michelle got up and went to the bathroom.’So you and Michelle must have had a wild night huh.! You both came home at 7 am.’Her mom says to me.’Why do you ask’ I replied. ‘Because your cock is hard still. I see one of the reasons Michelle loves you r cock is pretty big”She replies as she pulls off the sheet exposing me...

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Michelles Practice Run

Copyright© 2006, Girl Interrupted Michelle looked out at the grey sky, it being one of those days where the rain can't decide whether to hold off, or bucket down, and decides instead to alternate, much to the frustration of people trying to organise things. Being twelve was hard enough, being twelve on a rainy day really sucked. She had tried to plan a trip to the movies for a few mates, and things had fallen through. School holidays, while a relief from the usual boring routine of...

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Shelly and Selena

Shelly and Selena Note: this is based on a chat I did with my friend Selena on IG a few weeks ago based on a manipulated image I produced. It's a straight up sex romp with no apologies. The two models looked amazing on the copied balcony. Built to look like an Italian Villa, it just was a set up for photo shoots like this. The two tall, dark haired women, looked at each other, both feeling more than the feigned affection they'd been putting on for the camera. It wraps, and they...

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Shelly wow what a friend

another..She had a son that lived with her and, I had always heard she was fucking him...I didn't care one way or the other. If she was, that was great, and if she wasn't, hell maybe she should be....It didn't matter to me....I knew someday if she was, she'd tell me.. What we were talking about now concerned putting out the fire, that we'd kindled between each others legs, from all the fuck stories we'd told each other. One such story that really turned me on, that she had told me...

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Sabine Draws Gun on Walker

CHAPTER 1 Walker Smith had the age-old problem that occurs from time to time. The younger sister had spent the night in his bed, the other sister had caught his eye and their mother appeared to be trying to get it off with him. Walker thought it would only require the father to throw his arm around him and call him pal and… The 11:50 train heading east had Walker aboard, kicking himself for not choosing correctly initially but knowing he’d made the right decision by getting out of that...

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