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"She's a cow! A real fucking cow!" Prissy exclaimed, blowing smoke into the air of the pub where the wisping blue vapour was sucked into the smoke extractor. "I don't know why I stick with her!"

"Me too!" agreed Cath. "My Jayne's so fucking uptight. All she fucking wants to do is sit in and watch telly."

"So, you ditching her then, Cath?" Emily wondered. "You know, like you said you would?"

Cath coughed. She didn't really want to diss her lover like that. After all, Jayne had been real sweet to her today. And last night, when they were in bed together, Cath knew it was love she felt for her older partner. But then if there was any girl whose knickers she'd like to pull down and whose pussy she'd adore putting her tongue to, it was Emily.

"Yeah!" she said, not really convincing even herself, and flicking the ash from her ciggie into the ashtray. "Yeah, I reckon I will. But she still licks clit like a champion."

"So does my Tina," agreed Prissy, smiling at her two friends, balancing her cigarette between her forefinger and thumb. "But she's a fucking cow, all the same." She looked at Emily with a sneery smile. "So you still between lovers, sweetheart?"

"Yeah!" said Emily, brushing her fingers through her short hair so that it stood up in the thick gel. "But that doesn't stop my love life. No fucking way! I'm having more fun now than I ever had when I was with Marlene. I don't miss a day since I ditched her. She still phones me up and all. I guess she wants her k. d. lang CDs back, but, fuck it, she's not gonna have them. Nor her Polly Harveys."

"What's it like talking to her?" wondered Cath, afraid that her interest might betray her own true feelings for Jayne. "You'n'her were real close. A real item. You'd been living together for years!"

"Well, she gets real blubbery on the phone. Still cries and everything. Like a fucking baby. She's a fucking embarrassment. I don't regret ditching her at all. And it's great having the flat to myself again. I can invite back whoever I like. Y'ought to put your money where your mouth is, Cath. Ditch Jayne. I mean, she must be fucking forty or something!"

"Thirty-seven next month," said Cath, almost instantly aware that this concern about her partner's birthday said more than she'd intended. She didn't want Emily to think she didn't want to go back with her to her newly vacated flat.

"Well, whatever! She's too fucking old for you. And it's not like when you got your own place you don't get pussy. I mean, you know that Sally..."

"Sally!" Prissy exclaimed with a laugh. "You didn't, did you? She'n'Pat, I thought they were welded at the hips!"

"Fucking femme fanny! Good she was. And d'you know, she's got this cute little ring in her clit and guess what else?"

"What? She got pierced nipples as well?"

"No. A tattoo just over her shaved pussy."

"A tattoo! Fucking hell!" Prissy remarked, leaning forward, her face ever so close to Emily's. This irritated Cath who wanted to be the one getting that intimate. And who wanted to be the one who placed a hand on Emily's thigh almost bursting to get free from those deliciously tight jeans.

"It's kind of like a love token. It's a tattoo that reads 'Pat' in kind of Gothic script. They must have been together since they were goths or something."

"I remember that! Fucking black jumpers and eye-liner and everything!" Cath said.

"You were a bit like that once, if I recall," said Prissy, with not such a pleasant smile. "You used to be into all that goth shit."

"Yeah! Well, that was years ago!" said Cath, fuming from Prissy's unsubtle reminder.

"Whatever!" said Emily, who wanted the conversation steered back to her sexual triumphs. "So, it wasn't just Sally I ate out. It was also Pat as well. And fucking tasty, it was too!"

"Oh! You lucky bitch!" Prissy shrieked. "I've always wanted a taste of Sally. She's such a pretty girl! Wooh! Those lips of hers! It makes my pussy drip just thinking about her."

Emily placed a reciprocating hand on Prissy's bare knee below the culottes she wore. "It's not dripped down this far!" she said with a conspiratorial laugh.

"It wouldn't take much to get me moist, sweetie!" Prissy said. She took her hand off Emily's thigh, pressed it hard on her hand and dug the fingers into the thick flesh.

Shit! Cath could see where this was going. When Emily had phoned up to say she was going down to the Half Moon in Clapham and could Cath come along, she'd made no mention of Prissy being there. All that wasted anticipation on the tube, stop after stop on the Northern Line, for what? She wished she'd not been so nasty now to Jayne when they'd parted. It looked like she was going to have another evening where she'd return to her lover only to admit there really was no one else in her life than Jayne and her beautiful breasts.

Well, fuck it! Cath grimaced as she pulled out another cigarette, now feeling quite excluded while Prissy and Emily continued their rather detailed account of Emily's lovemaking. She loved Jayne. She might be twelve years or so older, but theirs was a love worth more than an evening in Emily's bed. However much she rationalised about it, she still felt deprived of the fun she'd promised herself and the prospect of which she'd so enjoyed taunting Jayne with.

She surveyed the pub around her. Why had Emily insisted on coming to a place like this where three young women with short hair and uncompromising swagger would only look out of place? It wasn't that Emily was in any sense ashamed of her sexual preference, but this was no dyke bar. Most of the clientele were men, and the few women were generally in mixed company. In fact, the only other group of women unaccompanied by brutish men, sitting in front of their Bacardis and Coke, were probably the least sympathetic of anyone to Cath and her friends. She stubbed out her cigarette and let her ears focus again on Emily's boasting, this time about some cute girl she'd seduced on the Central Line.

"It was only when I kissed her she knew what the game was," she laughed. "Sometimes a girl just can't see what's coming however bloody obvious you think it is!"

"And did you?" Prissy wondered.

"It was fucking touch and go, I can tell you! I could see she was wet. Well, you can, can't you? But I had to be subtle. Push too hard and a girl runs away. But, yeah, it only took a few drinks in the New Inn and having to listen to her moans about her fucking boyfriend, and we were back at my place. Not the best pussy I've tasted, but better than my vibrator."

Would Cath get to taste Emily's vagina? It seemed increasingly unlikely. She remembered Marlene's comments about how Emily shaved it sometimes. Would Emily be shaving it now? Or was she sporting a full bush? It didn't look like Cath would ever find out.

"'Scuse us!" Cath announced heading off to the loo. Perhaps if she brushed her short hair, maybe re-applied that natural-look lipstick that gave her lips that seductive pout, Emily might see that of she and Prissy, it was Cath who was the most deserving.

Her hopes rose as she admired herself in the toilet mirror. She'd made such an effort. That new micro-check shirt she'd bought. The hip-hugging jeans she'd spent nearly a hundred quid on. The leather jacket with the silk lining that she only wore on special occasions.

It was obvious when she returned to the bar that it was going to be Prissy, not she, who would get to know Emily better tonight.

"You don't mind, do you?" said Emily with a barely disguised smirk, "but I feel real tired. You know, these late nights can really fuck you up!"

"And I only live down the road," said Prissy. "Shame you've got such a long trek back up North. You really ought to move down here some time. South London's really happening, you know."

"'Specially round Battersea. When you ditch Jayne, give it a chance. It'll be worth it!"

Cath was left alone in the bar, vulnerable and lonely, watching Prissy and Emily leave together, not caring at all what people thought of them as they put their arms around each other. With the last dregs of her wine, Cath was beginning to care very much what the other people in the bar thought of her. Could they see the mortification burning off her cheeks?

She pulled out a cigarette and hid herself behind the comforting veil of smoke while she fumed in equal measures of disappointment and uncertainty as to what to do now. It seemed too early to head back to Clapham Common tube station and the Northern Line.

She glared at the women on the other side of the bar as one of them poured more coke from her bottle into the small glass. She couldn't very well show herself up in front of them, could she? She'd have another drink, just to show how little she gave a fuck for being abandoned by her friends. Perhaps they'd think she was waiting for another friend.

If only!

Cath stood up and wandered to the bar which was thankfully quite empty and ordered another glass of sweet white wine from the geeky looking barman. She glanced nervously at her leather jacket slung over the chair by the table where she'd been sitting. Perhaps those women would be useful, after all, by keeping an eye on it.

"I'll pay for that and I'll have a single bourbon as well while you're about it," a man's voice announced.

Cath turned her head, her first instinct to decline the offer. Men and she didn't mix, especially one who spoke in such an obvious American accent. He looked at the man who'd made the offer. He was in his mid-thirties, stocky, sporting a grey check jacket and no tie in the buttoned-down collar of his brush cotton shirt. Cath, who had an eye for these things, could see that nothing he wore came cheap.

"Gee! I hope you don't mind me buying you a drink," he said with a broad smile, "but I'm an American, as you must have guessed, a New Yorker, and that's just how we do things. So, don't feel obliged to do more than take your drink and sit down. I won't hassle you if you don't want me to."

"New York?" asked Cath, despite herself. She'd always wanted to go there, but there'd never been an excuse. Jayne much preferred heading south for the sun. But what tickled her was his accent.

"Yeah. New York. Best city in the world. 'Cepting London, of course."

Cath smiled despite herself. It was just like in the movies. 'Noo Yawk'. The American accent was so funny.

"Yeah, I'm here on business. A lot of business, mind you. My company's kept me here for a couple of months sorting things out for them. It's a drag living away from home. So, you a Londoner?"

"Yeah," said Cath, hesitating between returning to her seat and the fact that there was bugger all for her to do when she got there. She hoped this guy wouldn't spot the slight Brum accent she'd never quite managed to lose in all the years she'd been in the capital. But an American wouldn't know the difference, would he?

"Great city, London. And Clapham's not bad either. This where you live?"

"Islington, really. North London."

"Gee! I've never been there. I'm sure it's a real cool part of town. By the way, my name's Gareth. What's yours?"

"Cath."

"Well, Cath, I don't really want to bother you if you don't want me to, if you're waiting for a friend and all. I'm just a lonely yank in town who doesn't know anyone. But it's been real good meeting you."

He took the glass of whisky that the barman offered him and handed over a note.

"Have a drink on me, bud." he said to the barman and handed Cath the glass of wine.

"Not the best vintage," he continued as Cath picked up the glass and took a small sip. "You sure you don't want anything better?"

Cath didn't really know that much about wine. She didn't drink much normally. "It's fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

There was an awkward pause while Cath wondered what to do. Just returning to her seat seemed wrong. Gareth smiled and half-turned away. It couldn't do any harm to be polite could it? It didn't look like he was trying to pick her up or anything. He'd get a real shock if he thought she was a likely prospect!

"So, where d'you come from in New York?" she asked.

Gareth turned back, a broad grin on her face.

"Manhattan. Lower West Side. I've got a great view from my apartment. Do you know New York?"

Cath shook her head. "What's it like?"

"Well, now you're asking," Gareth said with a smile.

He launched into an enthusiastic account of a city that fascinated Cath. It certainly wasn't only skyscrapers and car chases and Central Park. There was so much to the city. The financial district where he worked. The park where he jogged every day when he could find the time. The very many and varied restaurants. The museums and art galleries. The department stores and theatres. The Rockefeller Center. The Empire State Building. And, most of all, the night life. It was mad. A night life far wilder than Jayne had ever allowed her to have.

And then, Cath didn't know how it happened, the conversation centred not on New York and the fabulous views from above, looking down at it from the top of the South Tower at the World Trade Center, but on her. And now it was Cath, not Gareth, who was doing most of the talking. And it was like a sudden relief to be able to talk about herself to someone who didn't know her at all, about things she found difficult to talk about with friends and just as difficult with Jayne.

The conversation wandered along with Cath and Gareth back to where her leather jacket remained untouched on the back of the seat. Gradually, Cath found herself talking about her love life and her discontentment with the limitations on her freedom. Having an older lover really stymied her style. When she went out to nightclubs she couldn't really go with her lover and she found it difficult to be as free with her body as she'd like to be. But for some reason, although she was specific about Jayne's age and the way she seemed to get more pleasure from reading books and watching television than snorting lines or dropping pills, she was consciously vague about her lover's sex. Or even that of the people she chose to have sex with.

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Hallo! Entschuldigt, dass ich weder meinen Namen, noch mein Alter verrate, aber was ich euch erzählen will ist ein bisschen heikel! Ich gehe nämlich noch zur Schule und möchte euch hier von meinen Männererfahrungen schreiben. Also: Alles fing an, mit diesem Idioten. Der war in meiner Klasse und ich war eigentlich restlos verliebt in ihn! Ich dachte er auch in mich. Wir sind nämlich schon vier Wochen zusammen gegangen, als ich ihn auf ner Party an einer Anderen rumlutschen sah! Das wars für...

4 years ago
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Hot To Trot Mary Meets Her Pool Guy

NOTE: (This fictional story is based on a chat session I had with “HotToTrotMary” and based on her comments and fantasies about having a “pool guy”. This is told from her point of view.)My honey and I just got married after he came back from Afghanistan for the last time. He only has a couple of weeks left in his current enlistment; then he is all mine. To celebrate our wedding, instead of a fancy wedding, which I didn’t want anyway, he bought us a really nice house on 1 acre of land with the...

2 years ago
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DevilsFilm Amari Anne Angeline Red Seducing My Straight White Best Friend

Amari Anne and Angeline Red, two best friends, are hanging out. Angeline is annoyed because her boyfriend doesn’t get her off in the bedroom. Although he’s great and they’re in love, she just wishes he’d make more effort to please HER in the bedroom. Amari is sympathetic but points out that Angeline can just please HERSELF in the bedroom. That’s when Angeline admits that she’s not much of a diddler, so she doesn’t even really know how to get HERSELF off...

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Room 312

Room 312 Susanna says: - This is a tale of two people who find each other through the maelstrom that is life. This is unusual in that I am dedicating this to the love of my life, even though we can no longer be together, I will always think of her fondly and warmly. I will remember those times when we pleasured each other, stroked each other's eager flesh, played dress up and went shopping together. For me my love you were my first, the one who made my special moment, that time in a...

3 years ago
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Raped TeacherChapter 4

Erica was exhausted. She had no idea how many times the boys had fucked her, but it seemed like hundreds. She was covered with their white seed. Now they were gathering up their clothes. "We'll see you later," Tim said. "Maybe you won't be shaking that ass so proudly in school any more." "You're just going to leave me here?" "Sure. Why should we take you back? We're done with you. "I'm going to the police," Erica said. "No, you won't," Carl said. "You'll never go to the...

2 years ago
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Cant get away

This stud with his big black trouser snake seems to know just how to find me when the snake needs exercising? The last time I was just walking down the street when he drove up beside me wanting some attention. This time I was again not looking for action from him instead I was carousing the park just looking for a place to spread a blanket for some sun. I had just found the ideal place and spread my blanket lay back to soak up some sun back slowly dozing off. I really didn't realize that I had...

4 years ago
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Residenz Avalon

Stepping out of the station, you follow the hand-drawn map through old industrial areas of the city. You are looking for the famous Residenz Avalon, a name to strike fear into the heart of visitors. It takes a while, in the warm summer's evening, but the map is good and you are soon at the door of a building with the right nameplate. The brick building is old, like a warehouse overlooking a nearby river. Curiously, the door is open - perhaps someone is currently moving deliveries into the...

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Revenge of the SdrenChapter 3

Once she got over the initial shock, Catherine had to admit that things weren’t so bad. It wasn’t quite how she wanted it, but she had a boyfriend who thought she was gorgeous, and all the girls she used to be jealous of seemed to have settled to the bottom rungs of the social ladder. Maybe she could learn to live with this, at least for a little while. She went through the rest of the day cataloging the many subtle and not-so-subtle differences in this new world. She had to look up her...

3 years ago
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With A Little Help From My Friends

I could not wait for the spring college semester to end. Any more teasing from my sorority sisters about being the only remaining twenty year old virgin would ruin my summer plans. I knew that my virginity was going to be lost soon. And the best part was, my step father was going to do it, and he did not even know yet. My name is Lauren, and I was a college sophomore. I joined a sorority to remain roommates with Lelani. I met Lelani the first day of college, the dorms made us roommates. She was...

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Desire Dating

Abigail winced as the artist went to work - her newest ink, she knew, would be her masterpiece. She'd been nervous about getting such a large tattoo, but as soon as the idea popped into her head, she couldn't resist... She couldn't resist. This would be the piece that truly got her the attention she so desperately craved. The piece that finally put her above the rest of those sluts. This would, finally, make her stand out more than anyone and everyone else. This tattoo would complete...

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Paulrsquos first time

Paul and his friend Steve had been friends for about five years. They had a common interest in music and both started to enjoy going out to watch live bands all over Manchester.A band they had been following that hadn’t broken into the mainstream where playing at an old run down club in the middle of a housing estate, an old cinema, and Paul and Steve headed out on the bus to see them. There is a certain feeling of having something to yourself when you are a fan of a group you know are going to...

3 years ago
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Eric Olafson First Journeys Vol 2Chapter 2 Consequences

Lothar’s beam burned through my chest. It felt as if my entire torso was on fire, but I was alive. I did not faint or pass out instead fulled by burning rage I ran towards him, his face was pure horror he still held the small weapon he did not fire a third time. I reached him in mere seconds, buried my knee in his groin and smashed the palm of my hand against his nose with the hope I would shove his nose bone up his brain. Something completely impossible f course, but I was furious and kept...

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My Bus Journey Part 36

He asked me if I had enjoyed myself and of course I said I had. When I bent down to find my shorts and underwear to get dressed again, he told me to stay naked under the blanket and not to dress up. He then asked me if I would like to cum one more time before the bus stops at the bus stop. I told him yes I wouldn’t mind cumming again. He told me to wait for a little bit. So I went back to listening to my music, still naked under the blanket. A few minutes later, he got up and said he will be...

4 years ago
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Beach Photography Part 6

Introduction: I just realised, Ethan never got to fuck Ben. So I promised that Ethan would fuck Ben, but that never happened so… here it is. Just a little something for you. So skip to the double dotted lines- oh, wait. The action starts straight away. Enjoy. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————– Ben ran his hands over Ethans soaked, naked body. Up and down the stiff, rock hard cock. Over his straining abs, and the peaks...

4 years ago
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Rescued or Ensnared by a Siren

From far, far away, Prince Vandar felt gentle hands touch him and the warm current of the ocean as he was drawn swiftly through ... Soft lips breathing life giving air into his own parched lips were the next sensation Vandar felt. He was incredibly weak and in severe pain but he was intensely grateful for the life-sustaining contact. As his senses awakened he could tell that someone had pulled the remaining part of the arrow shaft from him and he was lying on his back. When he coughed and...

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Naked in the Trailer Park 2Chapter 2

“You know those dreams where everyone is naked but you and you are going to school?” Harley joked to her little brother as she filed off the bus. She didn’t try to cover herself but she did receive a few pinches and gooses from boys who dared to risk the chance she’d turn around and smack one of them in the close quarters. “You don’t have to do this, Harley,” Rally said. “It’s Miss Harley to you, Scrote” Harley ignored his suggestion and carried on stoically as she walked out of the bus and...

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The Ugly OneChapter 11

I awoke confused and disoriented. Things were different than I'd expected. It took a few minutes for the mental fog to lift. I was cuddled in with a nude woman, still gently sleeping. This was different than most mornings. This was good. I tried to imagine what it would be like for this to be normal; for waking up alone to be different instead. I tried to imagine it but eventually quit, unable to wrap my mind around it. I just couldn't, as it was still too new of a phenomenon for me. I...

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A WellLived Life Book 8 StephieChapter 19 The Times They Are A Changing

March, 1983, Chicago, Illinois Katy was quiet as we walked down the street to the coffee shop and went inside. We sat in a booth and the waitress brought us coffee and offered menus, but we declined them. As was my practice in Milford at Frisch’s I’d just leave a larger tip than usual so that the waitress wouldn’t be harmed by us each drinking a 75¢ ‘endless’ cup of coffee and not ordering food. “Katy, we need to solve this problem between us,” I said. “What problem?” she asked. “You know...

3 years ago
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Danger on the farm

You are Victoria, a 20 year old red head college student, who still lives at home with her family on the farm. You have a very slim physique at 5' 9", you do not have much of an ass, but have been blessed with a set of 36 DD's. For the last 6 months or so you have been working on creating a formula to promote growth in your ass. The giant rack is nice, but you have always wanted to have a nicer ass to go with it. Today is the day though. The lastest batch is about to finish curing! You peer...

3 years ago
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Just talking made it work

We had playfully talked about having sex in the same room while others watched. Once we went out and met a guy she thought was cute and we all hit it off and he came home with us just for some drinks. We never were planing anything. When we got to the house my wife served up some drinks and said to get comfy and eyed me to follow her upstairs. I went up stairs and we were just going at each other. I asked her, what if we just let him watch us and she agreed but said she would not have sex with...

4 years ago
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Captive Family

Introduction: Robbers break in and force the family to have sex while being filmed so they will not call the police The publishing rules say that everyone in these stories has to be at least 16 so even though the story is totally fiction, everyone in it is at least 16. Enjoy. ____________________________________________________________ David and Linda sat on the couch watching the end of the 11 oclock news on the TV when the front door of their upscale Maryland home was kicked in and two large...

2 years ago
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Birhday gift

Hello dosto, mera naam Abishek hai. Mai aapako apani jindagi ki vaastavik ghatana ke baare me bata raha hu. Meri umra 28 varsh hai. Mere is baar ke janmadin par meri bhabhi ne shaandar upahar diya jisake bare me aapako batane jaa raha hu. Mere pyar karne ka tareka Aunties aour bhabhi logoan ko pasand aata hai to anyone who want me you can mail me at . I stay in delhi. Jab mai 18 saal ka tha tabhi se mai seks ka maza lene laga tha. Mai apane bhaiya aur bhabhi ke saath rehata hu. Mere bhaiya...

4 years ago
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Pain and Pleasure 2 The Punishment Horse

“Please ma'am, please don't sack me. I'll never do it again, I swear.” He was looking up at her with a pleading expression on his face and Lady Vernon pursed her lips. The boy was a good hard worker but such a lapse had to have consequences. And if he was that keen to keep the job maybe he could be talked into a consequence she could deliver herself. And the thought of that was mightily appealing...“Well, there just could be another way. When my father was in his prime, dismissal was very much...

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Lauras Story an Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 78

While in the supermarket Laura's eye was caught by a tabloid headline describing how O.J. Simpson's slain ex-wife had been addicted to sex. It stuck with her. This was the day after her enchanting but frenzied half-hour of total all-out fucking with Yvette, in which between them about ten orgasms had occurred in under thirty minutes. Is that what I am? she wondered. It sure feels like it sometimes. Like it's all I can think of. Her body had recovered from the hammering Rob had given it,...

4 years ago
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Fucked my student

Hi Friends. I am a regular reader of ISS. Reading erotic stories from other readers has prompted me to post my experiences. Presently I am 35, live in Ahmedabad. I am 6 Ft tall, athletic body and good looking guy. I am a sportsman. I used to play volleyball from Gujarat team till my age of 25 and later I offered my services as a coach to the state team. This story is of age 30 my mine. We were having a volleyball camp for girls and boys selected for state at rajkot for 15 days. I was coach of...

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Daughter and friend

Introduction: Beauty is for the Beast I am a divorced father of one beautiful little 13yr old redhead. We have been alone for two years now and have the best relationship a father/daughter could have. Megan is a very smart, athletic young girl. I have a thriving business and work at home. We are more than comfortable with my success. Megan has been a big help to me, after all, I sell womens clothing. She has excellent taste when it comes to clothes. I surf the net a lot and check out porn. I...

4 years ago
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Fantasy Vacation Chapter 01

FANTASY VACATION   Chapter I   It was a beautiful July afternoon and Mike Tanner couldn’t for this day to end. He was about to start a well-deserved weeks’ vacation that would take him away from the hassles of work. As the clock moved forward, slowly his mind wondered to home and what preparation need completed. The van required loading with all the supplies they need so he and Terri , his wife of fifteen years, could leave for the lake as soon she arrived home from work. With their boat...

2 years ago
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A Girl in the Night

Author’s Note: DG Hear, MistressLynn and myself are doing a mini writing invitational. We are each picking one song from Ray Price and using it as the basis for a story. I’ve picked ‘City Lights,’ DG Hear, ‘For the Good Times,’ and MistressLynn (aka MissLynn), ‘That’s All That Matters.’ I decided to also do, ‘A Girl in the Night.’ We hope you enjoy the stories – Jake Rivers Country music to me is simply stories that are set to music. A great example is ‘A Girl in the Night’ by Ray Price: ...

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