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My Sweet Elizabeth

This is a true story. A story of my love for the dearest lady I ever knew. A story of love lost, but still enduring. I first laid eyes on Elizabeth on the morning I reported for work as chief engineer in her family’s small ship repair yard. She was a good looking young lady, a daughter of my employers and head of staff at the family’s small, harbor-side hotel, where I was given a room in staff quarters in the rear wing of the hotel and, though there were several rooms there, only Elizabeth and...

The Great Zoe and Elizabeth

I use to go to a Maltese prostitute called Vivian. On my request she arranged for a threesome with another bisexual lady.I arrived and Vivian greeted me with a long French kiss. She introduced me to Elizabeth. Taller, more beautiful with amazing long legs. I went and kissed her letting her feel my hard on and I felt her hard nipples. This was going to be a great meeting.We undressed and Vivian and Elizabeth started a great lesbian encounter for me to see. I managed to kiss them both and made...

How I met Betty

I was a bit horny and I bought a Magazine where there were Contact advertises. I found a special advertise in where it said Model are lookin for new guys. I contacted this girl who had this advertise out. She asked me to come to her Place for some test filmings. She actually saifd she wanted to be with two guys. I showed up and the other guy too. We sat down had a cup of coffe and were talkin about how make these scenes with Betty. Neither one of us had have sex with a woman together with...

Elizabeth

Edward and Elizabeth met at a nice restaurant. It was raining outside. The hostess greeted them making them aware that it would be a few minutes before a table was ready. She pointed out the coat checkroom and suggested they hang their wet coats and umbrellas there apologizing that there was no one taking coats. Elizabeth followed Edward to the coatroom and removed her coat.Edward smiled as he took in her navy suit, white blouse, just a hint of cleavage. As he turned around from hanging her...

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The Life and Times of Bethany Clark Chapter 1 Bethany

The Life and Times of Bethany Clark written by LaMystika ([email protected]) Chapter 1 - Bethany Damn it, I'm a nervous wreck. That was pretty much the only thing running through my mind since my lunch break. Where I had feelings of excitement and contentment earlier today, they have since been replaced with nervousness, even as I was driving home from work one Friday afternoon. I was constantly fidgeting in my seat, trying to keep my seatbelt nestled in between my breasts...

Harold ella and Betty

I won't soon forget the night with my lover Ella, no longer my granny but a mature woman in her early seventies who knows exactly what is going on in life and loved life itself. Ella knew what was going through my mind or what was left of it as I lay in her bed wearing her skirt;blouse; black patent hiheels as I romanced her gold half-round reading glasses with the small pearls beaded neck chain wrapped around my cock, she knew that symbolicly I wanted her as I romanced her half-glasses and...

IPL Betting

Hi all and this is Manu from Bangalore and the story is about me and my online friend, it happened on 2nd season of IPL and I met her on one of the social network site around 2008, we used to fight on the community forums, that leads to friend request, den to chat daily, finally call and her Mobile no, daily we used to chat, talk, SMS a lot. She was 18 by that time and our daily talk started with casual talking, slowly moved on romance den finally on sex. She was not much aware of the sex,...

Bowl of Soup Day 28

John Allen Lucy Allen Seabolt/ Martin and /Rita Soup of the day 28 On day 28 of my freedom I awoke early for my twenty mile ride into the larger town of Cleveland Mississippi. I filled the small gas tank, on the Honda powered trike before I left. The trip took me about forty five minutes. I didn’t mind the leisurely drive, since I had nothing better to do. I didn’t drive the bike at anywhere near full speed, because I still had concerns that it might flip over. It was a known issue with...

Bowl Fun

In 1997, I was a sophomore in college living in the dorms. My name is Jaqi, I am truly part of the American Boiling Pot. I am Cherokee Indian, and heaven knows what else. I was 20 years old, with brown hair and blue eyes. I know, I am cute and I am aware of the looks I get from the guys on campus, and also from my girlfriends always telling me about how they notice also. I am not top heavy or anything (34B), I think that my eyes and my skin are what everyone notices. I live in the dorm with my...

Bowl of Soup Day Five

Rosedale MS 38769 John and Lucy Allen I awoke after four days of struggling with the new me. The free me hated most things about where I lived. The tiny kitchen was a good thing. When I took my exercise, the traffic outside was a pain. I couldn’t get used to the cars speeding by. The distances between the studio apartment building, and other places I needed to go was pretty far. I was in good shape, but it was still quite a distance to the nearest grocery store. Especially with a couple of...

A Bowl Of Chicken Soup

It was a cold, windy, rainy October day when Sol Weinstein left his Brooklyn apartment for the subway. Sol ignored the weather. At 24, with a fresh master's in accounting, he was on his own and headed for his first full time job. On the morning of that October day in 1962 Sol thought that he was one of the luckiest people in the world. The accounting firm of Leno, Marx, Davis and Abbot, a small firm specializing in maritime accounts, had hired him fresh out of Montana State University. His...

The Band Girls At The Bowl

Dear band members, Here is my story and I believe it ranks as one for the books. It all started when a boy in the seventh grade I knew relied on guidance backed up by experience and went bat ass crazy. You see boys girls, I took it upon myself and even though I was egged on, I was the one who got up and wrote Marty’s name on the board for the teacher to find when she came back ... We had all been told if our name was on the board we would be paddled when she got back. Now, up on the...

Sometimes Life Is Not a Bowl of CherriesChapter 1

I'm not even quite sure where to start explaining. I wasn't involved in the beginning. It began when my mother made a terrible mistake. I found out about all of this second hand, of course. But I think I have the story straight. School had just started back in the fall. My brother and I are both attending Benedict Arnold High School. I'm a sophomore. My brother is in the eighth grade. He stayed back a year and attends the intermediate school that is located with the high school. My...

Sometimes Life Is Not a Bowl of CherriesChapter 2

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Sometimes Life Is Not a Bowl of CherriesChapter 3

Cody came back out a few minutes later. He handed the camera to Harris and showed him how to use it. As soon as Harris had the camera running and pointed at me, Cody ordered me to get up on my knees and suck his cock until it was hard again. I groaned in pain as I got up. I didn't look at his face. But I heard the pleasure he took from my suffering when he said, "What's the matter, Carin?! We still have a couple of hours to play! You aren't getting tired are you?" I didn't bother to...

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