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Something about Danny
What was it about my daughter's boyfriend that turned me on so much? No one characteristic comes to mind. I suppose it was a combination of things. And perhaps a certain time in my life also. I was 52, divorced, alone and quite bored. I had been divorced from my husband Jerry for 12 years and did... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 10
Don’t you hate commercial air travel? No matter how many drugs I take, when they wear off, I’m disoriented, my legs are twitchy, and there are still three hours (or whatever) to go. Not enough time to take the last of the Sonata I had borrowed from Mom’s medicine cabinet before tou... Read full Story
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Don't Avoid Daddy
It feels like I haven't been used in ages. I'm too much of a scared sissy. I find guys from all over, talk, email, text sometimes. But when it really comes down to it I get too scared. I've been with this guy before, his cock is soda can thick and he's really rough. The day after my first encounter ... Read full Story
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Alexis Season Part 2
But it wasn't her dick that was bothering her, really; it was the loneliness. Alexis and John had been going out for two months now, but they'd only gotten to first base and lingered there. No matter how many time he told her that he didn't mind that she had a penis, he simply refused to go any furt... Read full Story
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An Invitation
"Oh come on,Sarah. There has to be a way." An innocuous enough statement, but that's how it all started. I'd just received an invite to Cressida's annual Christmas party which, maybe not on the Hollywood A list, was within the cognoscenti an occasion not to be missed. The soirees of ... 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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A Visit To an Adult Store
I remember how jealous my older sister always got when I was little and my mother would brush my straight, thick blond hair. "You should have been a girl, Robin," Sis would say, shaking her frizzy, dirty-blond locks. It bothered me because I was not a girl. I was a boy. Mom would sig... Read full Story