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DREAM GIRL IS A NIGHT MARE

1962 was an interesting year. First of all early on Didn,t think I,d graduate from high school,or see many more days because Nikita Kruschev had based nuclear missiles in nearby Cuba and President John Kennedy was prepared to,push the red button if the Russians Didn,t withdraw their infernal weapons of war! Welcome to the Height of the Cold War! Fortunately Kruschev despite his lunatic raving had advisers who had enough sense to get those damned rockets out of Havana and back to Moscva! One...

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After the Conference

I kicked off my shoes, removed my tie and jacket, and fell back on one of the two hotel beds. To say it had been a long day was understating things. I stared at the weird stain on the ceiling, and relished having a minute of quiet time to myself. The Organizational Communication Research Conference was in Memphis this year. I had made the four hour drive yesterday with another doctoral student from Clinton State, Kriti. There were also a few professors at the conference, but they were staying...

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OffWorld Slave Girl Chapter 8 Ursula

Again, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...

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Love Never Dies Chapter 2

It had been another warm Tuesday and I’d played a reasonable round of golf, followed by a steak meal in the clubhouse. The company was good and the conversation, as usual, light. Occasionally, politics and finances reared their ugly cantankerous heads but, generally, we steered away from contentious topics. Our ingredients were mainly golf, other sports, sex and jokes. Never anything really personal. My old friend Mick was a member of the group which regularly played on Tuesdays. We’d kept in...

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ADVENTURES ON HOR 7 PREPARATION

CHAPTER 7: PREPARATION“I don’t understand, Master.” Cat was sitting behind Goran on the borsin as they left the small village. “That man you met with was Bartle? You just met with the man Santini paid you to kill?”Goran chuckled, “Yes, Cat. That was Bartle. And the two men you so expertly occupied to give us time to talk in private where his sons.”* * *Cat had had no clue about what was happening the previous night and it had all seemed very mysterious to her from the beginning when they left...

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Baby makes three

“There he is, bloody con man,” Michelle Woods said, looking through the net curtains of her semi-detached at the house almost opposite. Alex Moore, her partner of three years came up behind her, enclosing her slightly over-weight stomach. “I know, but I think we should leave well alone, it’s not our business to interfere”.“But he’s deceiving people, and he should be exposed….Look, he’s getting on his motorbike. Shall we call the police? I mean, it’s anonymous isn’t it? you don’t have to give...

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Baby makes three

“There he is, bloody con man,” Michelle Woods said, looking through the net curtains of her semi-detached at the house almost opposite. Alex Moore, her partner of three years came up behind her, enclosing her slightly over-weight stomach. “I know, but I think we should leave well alone, it’s not our business to interfere”.“But he’s deceiving people, and he should be exposed….Look, he’s getting on his motorbike. Shall we call the police? I mean, it’s anonymous isn’t it? you don’t have to give...

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Ancient religions worshiped the cock Maybe we are

We must understand the reason for our cock. We develop it and feel our urge and ejaculation grow stronger as our stroking consumes more and more time. We are slowly centering our lifestyle around it, our schedule and activities. Our cock is at the center of our body and so should be at the center of our life and what defines us. Truly spiritual.I've been reading about cultures throughout history that worshiped the cock, carved idols and statues to it, practiced it as a religion. Siva God in...

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Milestones Metamorphosis Date Night

Saturday, 26 October 2019:Staring into the bathroom mirror, the tiny apartment’s lessee remarked aloud. “My life certainly has changed. You’re a long way from Iowa.” A light laugh followed.The statement was a matter of fact. There had been several prominent milestones. A few of them came to mind… ================Thursday, 2 April 1982:“Waaaaaaahhhhhh,” crowed the new set of lungs.“Congratulations, it’s a boy,” the doctor yelled.A drenched, tired, but overjoyed new mother managed a smile. “Can I...

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Grocery store

Almost every day I see him walking past my apartment. I don't know where he's heading. He walks with his head down. He never looks around. His face is not cheerful. A little sad even. Maybe I should ask him once how he is doing. Invite him for a cup of tea. He certainly lives in the neighborhood. Sometimes I see him at the grocery store on the other side of the neighborhood. That I haven not seen him for months, I only realize that when I stand behind him in line at the supermarket. He has his...

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THE CREATURE WITHIN 20 IS THIS MY NORMAL

CHAPTER 20: IS THIS MY NORMAL?I slept about a full day after my return from the Columbian coast. Our agreement had been that Agency would pick me up by helicopter from the Research vessel and return me directly to the commercial airport in Caracas. All parties held to the agreement and Sylvia immediately put me to bed upon my arrival home shortly after noon. It had been about eleven days since the boys had seen me, but Sylvia was adamant that I sleep first. A very wise woman … that homecoming...

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Beta of the family part two

When we got home the next day I knew that my life had well and truly changed for good. My father had obviously been in touch with my mother, because the moment I walked in the door she hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear,  "i always knew you were going to be "the one" your tiny little cock always meant that you were going to be the one to service your father and his brothers, I am so proud of you"She took me by the hand and brought me to her bedroom. She was obviously very excited as she...

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OffWorld Slave Girl Chapter 7 Linsey

Again, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...

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Whatever s Clever

“What’s up, Shanna,” the building inspector perked up.“Not much. I was just checking to see if you can still come to my presentation tomorrow night.”“Yep! I already baby momma and she’s cool.”“Great,” delighted the sandy-haired grad student with deep, yellowish-brown skin. “I really appreciate the support. I’m sorta nervous.”“Don’t be. You’re gonna rock it!”“Thanks, Zavier. I’ll text you the address later. How’s Braxton.”“Li’l man is good,” he referred to his son. “Real good.”“Glad to...

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Stand Your Ground

The sirens and flashing lights jolted Clara Mangum from her slumber. She reached for her glasses on the nightstand. The digital clock read 12:09. Shocked by the uncommon activity outside, she shook her husband. “Lesley,” she said. “Wake up!”“Huh,” grunted the 78 year-old, light-skinned man.“Wake up,” she admonished him. “Something’s going on outside.”“Hang on,” he sat up slowly.Lesley put his feet on the floor and felt around for his fleece-lined, suede slippers. He eased them on and affixed...

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