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Becoming My Roomate's Wife
Him becoming my master started a year ago when we moved in as roommates – we are both in our mid 20's and had relationships break up at the same time (we were sharing apartments with our girl friends at the time). We have known each other for more than a decade and have no secrets from each ot... Read full Story
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Just One of Those Days Part 2
Hello again. My name is Amanda, though sometimes I use the shortened version Mandy, when the mood suits me. I'm 33 and have stayed single for three years, since I discovered that Richard, my boyfriend, was not only cheating on me with dozens of women, some my so called friends but was al... Read full Story
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I am Hannah!
It was soon my eighteenth birthday. Hi, my name is Robin! I'm a lonely, chubby guy. Let me tell you my story. The years passed on by and me and Mary grew fond of each other. We went to different schools but kept seeing each other. But to her I was no longer Robin. In her mind I was Hannah and sin... Read full Story
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Young CD wants to be used
My biggest desire is to have my make up done by a professional. And then be tied up in a room where all of a sudden at least 10 Big Badass guys enter the room. They use and abuse me and put cum all over and all inside me and they leave me there tied...... Read full Story
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Mi primo y yo (parte 3)
Hola otra vez hermosos!!!, hoy les contaré la siguiente parte para que entren en contexto lean las historias anteriores nenes :* así entenderán lo que a continuación les relatare. Bien una vez llegando a mi casa después de una noche riquísima con mi vecino Chris tome mi celular el cual había olvi... Read full Story
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Rebound
My story is nothing new, like most girls who used to be boys I knew from an early age that I was different to all my school friends. My dad was a thug of a man, who enjoyed the physical battle of the rugby pitch as much as the post match booze up, but I took after the mother who died giving birth to... Read full Story
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C'EST LA PATRONNE
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à ving... Read full Story
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C'EST LA PATRONNE ⚧️ ⚧️
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à vingt-cinq ans, j'ai... Read full Story
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Old Folks Part 2
It had been eleven months since that day when I arrived at Honey and Frank's house. It was about 1am at night as I stood in a quiet street waiting for Frank to pick me up. I had just finished with my last client for the night a good blowjob with him ending up cumming on my face. I was touching up my... Read full Story
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Darla's Diary: Slutfest 1993
Vacation Day One At last!! Another fantastic two weeks of freedom...the freedom to do as I pleased and dress as I pleased because it was my VACATION TIME!!! This year was better than other years because it was the first time my wife and I had two weeks vacation each. Just like she does every othe... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 14
For me, my hometown, L.A., is not the sexy, sweaty night clubs of West Hollywood nor the porn scene of the North Valley. Though I feel more at home there, that side of L.A. is not my home but rather the world into which my transsexual destiny exiled me. Home is the leafy, moneyed boulevards and s... Read full Story