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There were other women besides Mona and her mother. For example, there was Katlyn. Katlyn was a pretty girl, either twenty or twenty-one with long brown hair, average sized tits who loved wearing short skirts to show off her very nice legs.

She worked part-time for the shady lawyer I used to help keep me on the right side of the law. I had met her several times when visiting the firm's office, but met her socially at an anniversary party for my friends Kevin and Yvette Smalltoe, who lived several doors away from me.

And yes, they were both good customers, if you need to know.

The party was in full swing by the time I arrived and, as big as it was, the house was bursting at the seams with party goers of all ages. I spotted Kevin and Yvette and made my way over, to give them a card and gift before heading off to mingle and ogle the other women in attendance.

Eventually I found myself out on the patio and that's where I encountered Katlyn, skimming her fingers along the surface of the little fish pond the Smalltoe's had just finished installing.

"Hi, Katlyn, all alone are you?"

"Oh, hi, Mr. Stone, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Why not? I live nearby."

"Really? I didn't..."

"Want to share a joint, Katlyn?"

"Here?"

"Yes, here. We're not in the town square; we're alone on the Smalltoe's patio."

"Sure, I guess could use a lift."

I had to laugh and said, "You got it right, Katlyn, the cat's away, why not play?"

She tossed her hair and laughed with me, then said, "But the cat's right around the corner."

"Let me tell you a secret, Katlyn."

I thought her eyes lit up at that and continued. "Kevin loves smoking my pot. So does Yvette."

"Really, you're not just puttin' me on?"

"I swear to God," I said, holding my hand up to make it official.

I lit the joint, took a hit and passed it to her. She accepted it and took a substantial hit.

We were kissing within a minute, the joint lay smoking itself to extinction in a nearby ashtray. Our tongues were dry as they dueled, and then Katlyn was suddenly very turned on. Or had she been planning getting it on with me from the moment I wandered out on the patio. I always wonder about things like that. Women as a rule are very subtle and either plan or visualize their moves before putting them into action. Perhaps that comes from all the time they spend in front of mirrors, practicing facial expressions, smiles and how much cleavage a particular movement reveals for most of their lives. Or maybe I've got it backwards. Does anyone really care?

So I did what men do with a seemingly turned on female, I started rubbing her back then her ass and backed her against a tree and let her feel my dick by grinding it into her belly.

Katlyn moaned and hugged me tighter. I've found that women as a rule are pleased when they find that they have aroused a man. I believe this to be true whether they want the man, or are about to reject him. In either case, they are responsible for his arousal, and that is considered an achievement of sorts.

My dick was a rising lead pipe, prodding, prodding, prodding relentlessly against her lower parts. My mouth buried in her neck, leaving a love bite that I would see a week later when visiting the law office where she worked.

I made my dick twitch against her. Katlyn gasped and brought her mouth to mine, and tried to swallow my tongue.

My hand left her ass to move between her legs. We were both in heat, sizzling past any stopping point.

I propelled Katlyn toward a bench in a somewhat secluded part of the patio. Oh anyone bothering to look outside could see us; but neither of us seemed to care about that at the time.

She hiked up her dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles, freed a leg then spread herself so I could ram my cock into her smoldering cunt.

I pulled out my dick and heard her gasp. "You're huge!"

"I've seen bigger, Katlyn. Don't worry it'll fit."

"I've never seen..."

"How many have you seen?" I asked out of curiosity, and then slapped her pussy with it.

"Oh!"

"Kat, come on, how many?"

"Four ... maybe five, I'm not sure."

She was much too young to have lost count of the dicks she'd played with, but I wasn't going to argue with her, so I just said, "But none this big, eh?" I guess the male ego never rests.

And, not listening to her reply, if there was one, I was opening the few buttons at her top to get at her tits while talking.

"For sure!"

She must have said it a second time, for I certainly heard her that time!

I had her bra exposed but couldn't get the dammed bra open. So I did the next best thing and pulled the cups of her bra down and let her tits rest on them. They stood jutting out like a pair of proud cocks.

"Oh those tits are perfect, Kat," and I really meant it.

Her eyes sought mine before she responded. "Can anyone see us?"

"I doubt it. They'd have to come outside first. We'd hear them, I'm sure we would," I lied.

Katlyn's tits were larger than I thought they would be. Some women are like that. I mean, you see them day in and day out in different outfits. You think, Gee, she's probably a 34 cup or something like that; only seeing them spilled out like Kat's were at the moment, they had to be 38's.

"How big are your tits, Kat?" and realized that she was still staring at my cock. "Touch it, Kat. I know you want too."

"Umm, okay," she answered dumbly, reaching out to take hold of my poker hot boner.

"Go on, kiss it. You know you want to taste it. Go on, I don't mind," I whispered.

Her lips were millimeters from touching my cock when as an afterthought, she said, "38 C," and then absorbed the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over and around the corona. I positioned myself so that I could suck on her tits while she sucked my dick, and did. We were both moaning happily for the next few minutes until I released her breasts and tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

"It's time to fuck, Kat."

"Mmmm?"

"You want me in you, don't you?" With some reluctance, she removed me from her mouth and said, "Yeah ... sure."

I spread her legs, asked if she was comfortable on the bench and mounted her.

She looked on with interest as I rubbed my cock over her labia and clit, and eased into her.

"Oh, Fuck!" she groaned in a satisfied voice.

I knew we were both ready to explode and that sooner than later someone would poke their nose out at the patio and spot us, so I started jack hammered away at her.

Kat didn't mind one bit.

She came quickly, the orgasm shuddering through her. I leaned back a little and watched the pleasure wash over her as I slowly pumped in and out of her very wet pussy.

I let her finish me off by blowing me until I came in her mouth. She coughed and then spit most of the sperm out of her mouth and onto a nearby shrub.

"Sorry," she sputtered, "I can't ... you know?"

"Swallow?"

"Yeah ... it just ... I mean I can't manage it. I have tried, but you know, I can't."

"It's perfectly all right. I enjoyed the hell out of it, Kat. You came didn't you?"

"Oh, man, did I!"

We straightened out our clothing and were preparing to rejoin the party inside.

"You know..." She started to say, but stopped as we neared the sliding glass door to the bedroom of the house. I took her elbow and steered her back to the bench and we sat down and faced one another.

"Hey, Kat, we just finished boffing each other. Feel free to talk to me."

"Yeah, you're right, Ned. The truth is that I wanted you to do me."

"But you also had an ulterior motive, am I right?"

"Yeah ... how'd you know that?"

"I'm a really good guesser, Kat."

"You are," she admitted, and then told me a hell-of-a-lot more than I needed to know.

"I ... I was wondering if you might fit in with my 'play time.'"

"Your 'play time?'"

"I should'a said, "Our play time."

"Kat, you need to be more specific."

"Yeah, right. Umm, how much detail do you want?"

"Why don't you begin and when I've heard enough I'll stop you, okay?"

Kat nodded, "Yeah, okay. Well there's another couple. I won't say who they are. Not yet anyway."

"Okay," I said and waited for Kat to continue.

"Um, sometimes I watch them, sometimes there's another, a guy named Shawn and we..."

"Details, Kat."

"Yeah, details ... oh, well ... the first time I went home with them after meeting them at a club. I was drunk ... it's no excuse, I know, but I was drunk. Had I been sober I doubt I've have gone with them. The thing was ... neither of them touched me. They ... we ... all went into their bedroom. They undressed. No one said a word. I sat in a chair and watched him go down on her. Eventually they 69'd. That was followed by his using a vibrator on her until she came. By then he was ready again, and..."

I cut her off. "Okay, so you watched them that time. What about the next time?"

"Well, she, I mean the wife, gave me money to buy some sexy lingerie to wear when I came over. I was so happy to have these neat undies that I brought a nice, if cheap bottle of wine with me when I returned the next time.

"I was different from the start. First she hurriedly undressed me and he was feeling me up. Like his hands was everywhere. I was embarrassed, really embarrassed to the point where I tried to get dressed so I could leave. But the wife put a stop to his groping and I calmed down. After that, she talked me into modeling the stuff I'd bought. Of course I had brought the outfits with me. In fact, I guess I was hoping to put on a show for them.

"Once I had this revealing fishnet body stocking on I found I wanted to be touched, and let them fondle me."

"I kissed her first, and then I kissed him. She was playing with my breasts when I grabbed his boner. I wanted to give him a blowjob, you know? I mean, I was sooo fucking horny by this time. I was on my knees and blowing him when she interrupted, and told me to get on the bed. I did, and she started to tie my wrists to the bed posts with some velvet bands. Not all that tight, but I couldn't get loose when I tried.

"She was careful not to hurt me; just touching me, getting me more excited every time she laid a hand on me, or licked me with her tongue. Oh, she had a very long tongue. I mean, she sent it into my pussy and I near died it went in so far, wriggling this way and that. After that I would let her do anything so long as she sent that tongue into me for a while."

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Repeatedly, I mean, I was hot. I did things after that I never would have thought I'd even consider. That's how good she got me off.

"What things were they? I mean the things you probably wouldn't have done otherwise."

"I licked their asses."

"Wow, that's a biggie," I said. Wondering how far I could take Katlyn before she'd call a halt.

"I let him piss in my mouth. Now doesn't that gross you out?"

"No, not really. Did she piss in your mouth too?"

"Yeah ... she pissed all over me. Called it a 'golden shower initiation.'"

"I've tried that myself," I lied, figuring a little bonding on the subject might have benefits I hadn't thought of.

"So, Katlyn, tell me did you go down on her?"

She gave me a look of denial, but shook her head and said, "Yeah, I did."

"Tell me about it."

"They took pictures ... not him or her..."

The other Shawn came to mind.

"He had a video camera and a regular camera. Took all kinds of pictures. They never let me see any though."

"Tell me more, Kat," I said.

"It's funny, you know? I mean, I didn't want to do it at first. Then I got into it, you know? I wanted to hear her moaning for it. I wanted to see her reaction. I gave special attention to her clit. She had a big one, almost a little cock. Well at least I could get it in my mouth and give it a good sucking. I drove her crazy doing it."

I had a roaring hardon at this point, but I couldn't fuck her for fear of being caught and ending her story as well.

Katlyn never stopped talking.

"I discovered something about myself too."

"What was that?"

"Anything ... anything that ... that gave me the slightest a hint that she enjoyed it, I kept doing, over and over before moving on to another spot. Oh I got her cumming and wouldn't let up until he pulled me away. I would've kept licking and sucking her until she had a fuckin' heart attack. At least that's what they told me that first time."

"The first time?"

"Yeah, after that I was timed. They let me do her for forty minutes then I had to stop or they'd whip me."

"So tell me, Kat, is eating pussy so much different than, say, sucking cock?"

"I don't know," she replied. "I love cock. I love the smell of them and the feel of them; I love it when it spits in my mouth ... only I can't ... I can't, you know, swallow the stuff."

She reached out and touched my dick, running her hand up and down its length.

"Don't, not here anyway, Kat." I said warning her with my eyes that someone might be watching us.

She pulled her hand away like she'd burned it. "Yeah ... yeah," she muttered. "Umm, you live close by don't you?"

"I do."

"Can we ... go there and fuck?"

"I don't see why not," I said. "So, Kat, who are we talking about?"

"Huh?"

"Whose pussy were you eating?"

She answered without thinking. "Oh ... Mrs. Gallagher. Her husband's the president of New Market Bank downtown. Do you know them?"

I was beginning to think Kat was a dumb blonde with dark brown hair. But I answered, "I know Shawn Gallagher. Never met his wife."

"Oh, she's something else, Ned."

"Hmmm," I said, planning our departure from the party. "Listen Kat. I'll go back inside and make my excuse and then leave. You wait until I leave and then say thank you and good evening to several people. I'll be waiting up the block for you."

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The pop star Britney Spears had been wishing for a vacation. When someone liked her needed to get away, there was one person whom to get a hold off: billionare heiress Paris Hilton. Sure enough, Paris suggested a getaway on a private, remote resort on a small South Pacific island with a few friends of Paris' choosing. Britney quickly agreed to that plan, feeling a private resort in a tropical paradise was the perfect place to unwind. By the next day, Britney had snuck out of her house a few...

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A Rainy Night in Paris Ch 01

Preface It had been raining all day. It was a grey, steady, depressing rain that seemed to wash all the colours from the city, reminding you just how much of the city was built of stone, solid gray and unyielding. Paris had survived the rule of Louis XIV, had watched her citizens rebel in the French Revolution. She had been witness to the German tanks on the Champs Elysées, the very same streets that Napoleon had marched on. But today she was shrouded in rain, bearing witness to beginnings and...

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A BiAmerican in Paris Ch 11

Meagan called me into her office for two reasons. First to let me know that her time was up in the Paris office, the second reason was to tell me that I had a meeting with the prospect in Nice this Wednesday. ‘Walt it has been great working with you and you have a done an excellent job here. Keep up the good work and I’m sure that you will be made partner when your Paris stint is over.’ Meagan was so professional that she did not even mention the great sex we had over the past several months....

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An Evening in Paris Ten Years Later Part 4

Another beautiful day dawned over the city of Paris with the sun shining brightly. In the streets below our balcony, people trudged home from working the graveyard shift or partying all night, and delivery trucks and trash pick-ups maneuvered slowly through the city. I lay in bed looking at Shelley, my lover, next to me sleeping. In the early morning sun, she looked like an angel curled up naked for me to behold. I marveled at her beauty preserved for all these years. Her skin was so soft. Her...

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An Unlikely Business Meeting in Paris

The taxi pulled up at Brussels Midi and Rose stepped out into a small puddle of water. She smiled at her own misfortune, which was common. The whole square had one puddle, and it just so happened that this was where she would put her stiletto. Somehow, despite her best efforts, complete elegance always eluded her but she accepted her flaws, as they were a reminder of her many blessings and as far as flaws go, the odd puddle was nothing to complain about. Rose walked calmly through the station...

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Well Always Have Paris1

When the taxi lurched to a sudden stop, Diana nearly fell off the back seat."Voila!" the driver said, his right hand gesturing at the hotel entrance.Not much of an entrance, Diana thought. Well, she'd wanted the Left Bank and now she had it. When she climbed out of the taxi, she could see the St. Germain des Pres church up ahead, which made her feel much better. The hotel might be small, but at least here she was in the midst of youthful memories.The driver happily carried her two bags into the...

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An Evening in Paris Ten Years Later Part 4

Another beautiful day dawned over the city of Paris with the sun shining brightly. In the streets below our balcony, people trudged home from working the graveyard shift or partying all night, and delivery trucks and trash pick-ups maneuvered slowly through the city. I lay in bed looking at Shelley, my lover, next to me sleeping. In the early morning sun, she looked like an angel curled up naked for me to behold. I marveled at her beauty preserved for all these years. Her skin was so soft. Her...

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Ah Paris From Bridgets Nights

(I do enjoy it when Bridget drops by and spends the evening relating more of her experiences to me. This time she concentrated on tales of her times passing through Paris. If you have never met my little Irish vampiress before you can find my changes to the vampire mythos pretty well explained by her in the first chapter of "Bridget's Nights". Thank you Marian for taking time to read the story and offer suggestions and corrections.) I flung open the doors leading out onto the balcony. The...

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Well Always Have Paris

This Story is written by Patricia51 and Katherine-T When the taxi lurched to a sudden stop, Diana nearly fell off the back seat. "Voila!" the driver said, his right hand gesturing at the hotel entrance. Not much of an entrance, Diana thought. Well, she'd wanted the Left Bank and now she had it. When she climbed out of the taxi, she could see the St. Germain des Pres church up ahead, which made her feel much better. The hotel might be small, but at least here she was in the midst of...

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Jean Exposed In Paris Chapter 2

The elevator was empty when I entered on the basement spa floor. I used my room key to activate access to the suite floor and went to the back corner and leaned in. I rested my head on the paneled wall and plunged my hands in my robe pockets. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. The elevator rose to the reception floor and the cabin was immediately filled with guests and businessmen. In my exhausted state, I did not move.I kept my head leaning against the cabin wall looking up at the...

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A Rainy Night in Paris Ch 1415

Chapter 14 Alex heard the phone first and tried to ignore it. After a moment he realized it was not his phone, which means that it was Samantha’s. Despite an overwhelming desire to pretend that he did not hear it, he suspected that Samantha might not want to ignore it. ‘Whose?’ She asked sleepily. ‘Yours,’ he said pulling himself up and looking for the clock. ‘No one I know would call me at six-thirty in the morning, especially if they want me to do anything for them.’ By the time Samantha...

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A BiAmerican in Paris Ch 05

DISAPPOINTMENT TURNS TO PLEASURE On Friday at the Paris office I received a message from Monique that she was not going to be able to come to Paris for the weekend. I was bummed out as I was looking forward to spending time with her and having some great sex. I guess I was wearing my disappointment on my sleeve and Meagan noticed. ‘Is there something wrong?’ ‘No, it’s just that I had plans with a lady friend for the weekend and she cancelled.’ ‘That’s too bad, my plans got changed for...

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A BiAmerican in Paris

INTRODUCTION Before I get into my first bi-sexual experience in Paris, let me introduce myself and provide some background. My name is Walter McCarty and I am of Irish/German descent. I grew up in Manhattan, New York and graduated with a BBA and MBA. For the past 10 years I have worked for a large Management Consulting firm headquartered in New York City. One of the requirements to eventually be considered for partner is to work in one of the foreign offices for at least three years. At 32...

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Three Months in Paris Part Four

The soft light coming through the french windows finally aroused me from my slumber. A smile was already on my lips. All through the night soft hands caressed bodies and bra clad breasts would come into clenching contact. Occasionally a smooth creamy pair of lips would nibble a dangling earlobe. No attempt was made at overt sex. We simply enjoyed being two women in a night long embrace. As I opened my eyes just a little, I reached behind me to hopefully squeeze one of Claudette's...

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THree Months in Paris Part Five

The next morning I languidly fulfilled my beauty toilette and sorrowfully gazed upon my hair. Alas the set had run it's course. There was still some body left but the crisp controlled movements of my cut did not follow my wishes. Not knowing really what to do I took a few rollers from the set Claudette had given me and while my hair was still damp, I rolled as best I could some rollers into the lower sides of my do. I hoped that this little help would bring back the sexy underoll on my...

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Paris Part 4

Paris: Part Four: I was about to go out onto the streets of Paris looking like Myl?ne Farmer. Suddenly a ridiculous fear hit me, what if someone recognised me? Seriously? In a city of over 2 million people in which I almost knew 2 people personally I was worried someone might recognise me? What if someone works out you are a man? I didn't even think of myself as a man anymore! How could I? The wig made my hair look like a woman's hair and my make up and clothes hid any other v...

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Dont Sleep on the Subway Book ThreeChapter 46 Aug 1944 Liberation of Paris

This chapter is actually the second half of the previous chapter covering the Battle of Paris and the uprising of the French resistance against their Gestapo masters. After reading a lot of different accounts of the Liberation of Paris, I have reached a conclusion that the entire affair was more political rather than military in nature. General De Gaulle was probably the most insubordinate son of a bitch in history with the way that he ignored his orders from General Eisenhower and decided...

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The Devils Pact Ghost of ParisChapter 4 The Public Library

Friday, September 13th, 2013 – Paris, Texas There was an away game, so there was no cheerleading practice this afternoon. I missed those sweet, young Lionesses, and their even sweeter cooches. Every afternoon this week, just like last week, I had spent it with the cheerleaders, fucking one of them behind the bleachers, while the others practiced. It was an arrangement we reached; I had been disrupting their practices too much, so the girls started drawing straws to see who would keep me...

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A Rainy Night in Paris Ch 08

Standing on the Petit Pont, Samantha Bowers thought she was the luckiest woman alive. As the daughter of an oppressive father, she had held out little hope of escaping his house except as the bride of a similarly narrow-minded husband. That she had managed to escape to New York had been a minor miracle to her mind and one she was constantly happy about. Then finding a job that would give her the opportunity to travel to Paris and other exotic locations was simply incomprehensible to her. She...

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Emma in Paris Ch 01

After 4 years in Paris it’s was time for Emma to go home to Sydney, she had come to Paris for only 1 year but stay longer than expected. She had attended school in Paris on an exchange program however while she was away her parents had broken up as expected. She was not devastated by the news as it was only a matter of time and while both were beginning new adventures, Emma decided that she would finish her final year of school in Paris. Emma was living with a wealthy couple, Vivian and Marcel...

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A sexy weekend in Paris

Ian glanced across at Susie. He looked at her in profile, her beautiful young face partially hidden by her mass of shoulder length, auburn coloured hair. Aware of his look, Susie turned her head slowly towards him. Her small, white, even teeth glistened as she flashed him a delicious smile, a smile that made his heart thump and his cock jerk. For a moment, he was distracted by the French countryside flashing by behind her head as the Eurostar train they were on rushed towards Paris. Looking at...

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Three Months in Paris Part Two

"Let's make you even happier, Wendy. On the way to dinner we will stop by the Salon de Coiffure - Renee Garnier and we shall BOTH make appointments for tomorrow. I am one of Silvia's best customers and she will surely work us into her schedule. Would you like that, mon cherie? "Oh yes, Claudette. I would like nothing more. Having you to introduce me to the Salon will be a great relief for me." "I thought it might. We wouldn't want pretty Wendy to be nervous in her first appointment...

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A Rainy Night in ParisChapter 8

Standing on the Petit Pont, Samantha Bowers thought she was the luckiest woman alive. As the daughter of an oppressive father, she had held out little hope of escaping his house except as the bride of a similarly narrow-minded husband. That she had managed to escape to New York had been a minor miracle to her mind and one she was constantly happy about. Then finding a job that would give her the opportunity to travel to Paris and other exotic locations was simply incomprehensible to her. She...

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The Devils Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 10 The Bride

Introduction: The ghost takes a bride and her sister on her wedding day! The Devils Pact, The Ghost of Paris by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 Chapter Ten: The Bride Thursday, September 19th, 2013 Paris, Texas You dirty slut, Happy giggled. The reverends adulterous wife was sprawled on Franny Reynolds bed, her best friend and one of her many lovers. I used to think Happy was a shrewish prude, but after I molested her in the middle of her husbands church service, I...

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The Devils Pact Ghost of ParisEpilogue The PinkHaired Girl

Wednesday, November 14th, 2013 – Paris, Texas The last two-and-a-half months had been the greatest of my life. For the measly price of my soul, the Devil gave me the power to be invisible and molest any woman I want, and for the even smaller price of letting Astarte posses Darlene Cummins for the night, I got unlimited sexual stamina. Sure, it took me a week to get used to the fact I had an almost perpetual case of blue balls, but I had a lot of fun with it. I haunted the High School,...

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Erotic Evening in Paris

The last of the arriving passengers had finally trickled out of the arrival gate at the Charles DeGaulle airport. 30th of December was not a particularly busy time for air traffic in Paris. Vitorrio DeLuca scanned the faces of every last passenger that passed by. What did she look like? They had not met or seen each other in seven years. Would she recognize him? He heard she had gained some weight since they were last together in New York in the summer of 2001. She had married some wall...

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Remembrances of Paris

“Pardonnez-moi, Mademoiselle I would like to book a direct flight going to Manila tonight if possible.” she shyly inquired of the woman at the ticket counter in her limited French.“Oui Mademoiselle, let me check our schedules,” the pleasant lady at the counter said smiling at her.“Merci.”“Mademoiselle, I’m sorry, but we don’t have any available direct flights going to Manila tonight. What we do have is a five-hour stopover in Singapore going to Manila, and the earliest scheduled is tomorrow...

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Paris Theater Slut part 1

As told by a real hotwife:I was beside myself, consumed by that now too familiar mixture of nerves, excitement, and even some feelings of shame. The latter being remnants of a strong Baptist upbringing.We weren’t scheduled to fly into Portland for another month but I had already put an ad in craigslist and again on the Paris theater’s own website. The Paris was, if not the nastiest, then certainly one of this country’s top five. It consistently ranked close to the top of Dr Lizardo’s national...

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Well Always Have Paris2

When they finally broke apart, Susan slid her arms around Diana's waist and said, "Let me do you.""Do you want to?""Yes, but not here. On the bed. I don't want to be distracted by all this water!"Susan quickly toweled herself and then helped dry Diana. She found the more she touched the other woman, the harder it was to even think of stopping. She hastily dropped the towels and d**g Diana after her back to the bedroom. She almost tripped in her haste.She slowed just for a second, allowing Diana...

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