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The Greatest Lie Part 16
As soon as we were safely back in our hooch, I retrieved the iBook from its hiding place under the floor and opened up Spartan's main Excel spreadsheet. I re-sorted the list against the data from the last three weeks of our frustrating field work, by district, language group, age, and every other ca... Read full Story
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The Visit
A visit to a hooker, where I describe my bisexual experiences *** It was a weekday, I had bummed off work and had made my way to Ipswich for a visit to Rona, my favorite hooker. She was a lovely woman in her forties, with a fantastic figure, not slim but not fat and with huge tits. She... Read full Story
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SOUS LA DIRECTION DE MAMAN
Jaime n'avait jamais eu beaucoup de chance avec les filles du lycée. C'était venu et reparti, et maintenant il en profitait un l'été dernier avant de partir à l'université avec sa virginité intacte. Ce n'était pas vraiment sa faute, il n'était pas un crétin ou un crétin, c'est juste que la vie et la... Read full Story
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SOUS LA DIRECTION DE MAMAN
Jaime n'avait jamais eu beaucoup de chance avec les filles du lycée. C'était venu et reparti, et maintenant il en profitait un l'été dernier avant de partir à l'université avec sa virginité intacte. Ce n'était pas vraiment sa faute, il n'était pas un crétin ou un crétin, c'est juste que la vie et la... Read full Story
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FÉMINISÉE PAR BBC MALE ⚧️
Après avoir abandonné l'université, je n'avais évidemment plus le droit de vivre dans les dortoirs. Mes parents ne me reprendraient pas. Je n'avais qu'un seul endroit où aller : l'appartement de mon ami Jack. Nous nous sommes rencontrés au collège en première année. Il a toujours été bon avec moi. ... Read full Story
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SOUS LA DIRECTION DE MAMAN ⚧️ ⚧️
Jaime n'avait jamais eu beaucoup de chance avec les filles au lycée. C'était venu et reparti, et maintenant il profitait d'un dernier été avant de partir à l'université avec sa virginité intacte. Ce n'était pas vraiment sa faute, il n'était pas un salaud ou un douchebag, c... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 17
They say that life is about making choices. But we humans don't get to choose the two most important factors in our lives. We don't get to choose our genes, so I got stuck with XY chromosomes. And we don't get to choose our natal families, so I got stuck with my mother and father. My father, Edua... Read full Story
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Marcia Goes Back to School
Marcia was painfully nervous. She hadn't been able to eat very much in days. The upside was she was even skinnier which would make Mistress and her husband very happy. She'd always been thin and on the diet Mistress Carol had her on she was already thinner than she dreamed possible. Her anxious stom... Read full Story
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How I Met Alyssa
I groaned as the sun was shining onto my face. I turned around so I could get some more sleep, but I saw it was 9:22 am and I decided it was time to get up. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom of my little apartment to freshen up a bit. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a 20 year o... Read full Story
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Being Barbi's Bitch
After ten wasted years of foolishly trusting in love to 'cure' me of my femininity, I had only just begun to re-embrace the sissy inside me when something made me reach out to an old friend. What made me do it, I really don't know. Although I was once again revelling in even the smallest aspects of ... Read full Story
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The game show,
One day i was looking through a number of competitions and trying to find a way to make some easy quick money. A number of applications were sent, mostly for junk i didn't need or for competitions I knew I had no chance of winning. For example, the types you get $30,000 for answering the easiest que... Read full Story
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My real story
I couldn't believe it. Here I was in bed with an older man – and one that I most wanted as he lay there sated by my ministrations to him. It had all started two weeks earlier when I had posted an ad on Craigslist. Up until this particular posting I had always been pretty bland..."Willi... Read full Story
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Five Into Three Does Not Go
Kristina It is waspish in the late evening out in the open in Portsmouth Harbour as we step out of the vehicle and walk over to the private section of the docks, the sign says Ceres St docks. Dark has long since fallen but lights, white, yellow and orange light up the skies. The feeling is one of... Read full Story