Bree 1 Kate
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A room with a View 3
I had purchased a body- stocking that gave the appearence that I was entirely covered in tribal like tattoos. I opened the curtains all the way back to reveal a pole (a portable pole for pole dancing *giggling*...who knew?). I turned on some "dirty d
A room with a View 2
I very slowly and deliberately take the scope and move it aside...quickly checking that I could still see the window. He was watching...wondering what I was up to. I stood facing him. I began to turn very slowly and when I was almost full circle I pl
What Happened Last Night Chapter 1
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I was having the most fantastic dream. It was dark, and hot. I was holding on to something- bars, maybe? My long red hair was in my face. I could feel it sticking to my gently parted lips. I was pushing my little hips backward, impaling my pu
caught having a self indulgent moment
I was Caught having a self-indulgent moment of my own
Its morning 8ish I'd been laid awake in bed some while now maybe half an hour or more, I'd been thinking about the previous night and what a good night we had. We'd been chatting over whe
Gay sex slave
It was something inside me that made me want to serve. It was more than the sex, more than my craving for a man's seed, more than the feeling of being told that you're 'just' a whore. Yes it was something deep imbedded inside my very soul.
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A room with a View 1
I decided to run away for a few days. I needed some space...away from my world. So I flipped a coin. Heads...north. Tails...south. It was heads.
Once on the road...I found myself wanting to put on a show for my fellow travelers...just the thought of
Gift Never Forget
Gift Never Forget
It was an evening in mid December. Telephone was ringing. I guessed it was my husband Kingsley. I took the receiver hurry, because he went to inspect a branch office of his working place which was located about 200km away from th
WHAT KIND OF WOMAN I WAS
WHAT KIND OF WOMAN I WAS At first, I didn't want anybody to know what I was doing. I thought that if any one knew, I like the way it felt they would think I was a lesbian. I couldn't embarrass my family like that. The fir
Memories of Raeanne
More Memories of Raeanne
That night we met at the Hotel Allison, a dumpy slum on Stockton Street for cheap or poor European travelers. It maintained, in spite of its low prestige, a facade of proper accommodations, sporting a faux-Victorian lobby