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The Weekend
The weekend A story inspired by the very sweet and sexy samantha satine and my beautiful wife Part 1 - The preparation samantha packed her suitcase with her usual attention to detail, makeup, lingerie, wigs, but no dresses. Her head was confused by this, Master D had given her instructions... Read full Story
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FAIT POUR OBÉIR ⚧️ ⚧️
Mettons les choses au clair. Je ne suis pas gay, pas une poule mouillée ou un pédé, je suis un hétérosexuel normal de 30 ans, d'accord ! Alors pourquoi vous demandez vous si j'écris ceci vêtue d'une robe bleu foncé, de bas noirs avec porte-jarretelles, d'une culotte bleu clair avec un motif à pois b... Read full Story
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L'EXAMEN DE LA PROSTATE
Il a finalement pris rendez-vous chez les médecins pour l'examen de la prostate. Sa femme le harcelait depuis des jours, après qu'un de leurs amis eut récemment reçu un diagnostic de cancer de la prostate. En entrant chez les médecins, il a dit qu'il était ici pour un examen réservé p... Read full Story
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Family Frolic
FRIDAY My sister and her husband wanted to take a few weeks off in the sun and asked me to look after their kids for a while. I'd move out of my tiny apartment and into their house for the duration. As I was still living off my severance and they had a nice spread with an indoor pool and a h... 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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I am Baaack! Part 1
PROLOGUE: Ross Thorn, aka Nick Mitchell, paced back and forth in his office high up in the Hancock Building. He glanced out the corner windows. North you could see out over Chicago's North Side to almost as far as Wilmette, and east out over the lake almost to Michigan. It was a perfect spring da... Read full Story
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FACTEURS INFLUENTS ! ⚧️ 💞 ⚧️
Ma femme, Jill, était à Denver pendant douze jours pour assister à un séminaire médical pour les chirurgiens plasticiens et ne devait pas revenir avant quelques jours. En raison de son travail, elle assiste à plusieurs séminaires, à l'intérieur et à l'extérieur de l'État, parfois un jour ou plusieur... Read full Story
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A Game within a Game Part 1
Epilogue Rob came home from work. His wife Jenny was waiting for him. In her hands she held a letter. Jenny said: "We received this letter today. It is sad news from Marion S. We have met her and her husband John a few times - do you remember? John has had a car accident while driving fas... 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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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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My NEIGHBOR, my LOVER
It all began the summer my smoking habit had grown into a 2 pack a day habit and MOTHER was very PROUD of ME. Let me tell you a little about myself, I'm a qualified BITCH, born a boy, but home schooled to become a BITCH in HEAT. My MOM lost my DAD when I was three and we lived on a sprawling esta... Read full Story
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Nylon teasers
They came into the video store where I worked as a clerk. Almost every day. Teasers. Both of them. What made it both great and terrible for me was that it fed my deepest fetish -- stockings -- as it denied me any fulfillment other than frequent and frantic "self-gratification."... 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