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mein erstes mal
Nur ein paar Häuser weiter wohnte Bernhard, 56 Jahre alt, hatte einen kleinen Bauch, sonst aber sehr gepflegt. Seit 3 Jahren war er geschieden und lebte nun alleine. Schon seit einiger Zeit besuchte ich ihn regelmäßig, um in seinem Pool zu schwimmen, um ihm manchmal im Garten auszuhelfen oder einfac... 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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A Certain Perception
Kyra was not the girl of my dreams. I never DARED dream a woman that good would just walk into my life. She was smart, sassy, vivacious, intuitive, resourceful, and a real 'people person'. We met in an Internet chat room called "Working Girls". We're not talking about the kind you find in ... Read full Story
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Unforgettable First Time
I am in my late thirties and have known for a while that I have a sexy body. I'm 5'11", slim and athletic with little cherry butt and shapely legs. A lot of women have told me my body is sexy. A few men have mentioned it too. Sometimes I get photo-snapped at the pool or the beach. I've been luc... Read full Story
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A Fairy Tale Part 1
=-=-Chapter One-=-= "Heather?" My boyfriend was knocking on the bathroom door. "What's wrong, are you okay? Heather?" "Yeah..." I swallowed thickly and that was a mistake. I threw up some more, kneeling on the floor, feeling like I was dying. "Heather?&q... Read full Story
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Regina’s Double threat.
Hello guys, I recently ran into a former hater who was no longer the hater I had met years earlier. In fact, he had only treated me so horribly because of his own inner dark desires. When we met a few years ago at one of the clubs, he had been very abusive to me. He went out of his way to say hurtfu... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 6
In my rare moments of leisure in the weeks following my close encounter with death, I had had little opportunity to talk about it. Of course, the police had asked perfunctory questions, and I had testified at the coroner’s inquest, but until my next appointment with Dr. Erika Wright, I had not... Read full Story