Writer, editor, freelance cunnilinguist, and part-time pervert. Still searching for what I want to do when I grow up.
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What a perfect start to a new year.
Scrap ---> Carpe
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With that avatar, it has to be a Slippery Nipple.
Dancing in the nudeIs not a'tall lewd'Cept perhaps in the mall
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Watch it. Your wings are tickling me.
Older ---> Lader
Why does looking at that avatar make me think of Jello shots?
Marcie checked her phone. It was her best friend, Gail. Again! She knew that Gail and Judy and a couple others go clubbing every weekend and would want her to go with them like she usually did. She also knew that if she went out tonight, it would have disastrous results. Reluctantly she answered. “Hey, Gail. What’s up girl?” “It’s about time you answered. A bunch of us are going to hit that...
Added 21 Oct 2017 | Category Supernatural
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I met Sherrie at a local theatre where we both volunteered as ushers. She was about ten years younger than me and very easy to talk with. It didn’t start at all sexual. Sherrie and I usually talked about our spouses, kids, and general small talk. Not at all anything you could call flirting, but we always had pleasant conversations every time we worked the same performance. A couple weeks...
Added 20 Mar 2016 | Category Cheating
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Bill’s sexy dream was getting really wonderful when the damn alarm blared. He threw his right hand at the snooze button, desperately trying to keep dreaming. It was not fair to be jarred out of his dream just as Catherine Zeta-Jones was fondling his cock. Bill lost the battle to stay asleep and opened his eyes slowly. Through the haze of sleepy eyes, he saw a shadowy figure bending over him...
Added 19 Oct 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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It was February 1976. Cindy and I were charging down I-75 escaping an Indianapolis winter for a week of warmth and distraction in Orlando. Two years earlier the government had chopped the speed limit from 70 MPH down to 55, the dreaded double nickel. We were working our Fuzzbuster and CB radio to avoid Smokey and shave as much time as we could off the trip. I was one of the otherwise law...
Added 10 Oct 2014 | Category Wife Lovers
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