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Christmas Nostalgia

Nostalgia is a hard concept to grasp when you are a child.  You haven’t lived long enough to fully appreciate what it is.  Nostalgia is that feeling of looking back fondly on old memories and placing yourself in those memories.  … Continue reading

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The Call Girl – Part Six (end)

Her heart raced and beat hard.  She leaned forward, pushing onto his chest, resting on him and began to bounce on him. “Oh, fuck.  Oh Rachel.” “Mmmm, Kevin.  Are you gonna cum for me,” she said as she looked down … Continue reading

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The Call Girl – Part Five

continuation -> “Oh god, just fuck me baby.  Fuck me!” She moaned loudly. Kevin sat up on the bed, grabbed hold of his fully erect shaft and shuffled forward.  As he did, Rachel sat up and grabbed his neck.  She … Continue reading

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The Call Girl – Part Four

“Mmmm, yess baby.  That feels so good,” she moaned.  Kevin smiled as he suckled at her breast.  He pulled back and looked up into her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled.  She smiled back at him and … Continue reading

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The Call Girl – Part Two

here is part two of the sex story Kevin collected his jaw from the floor, swallowed hard and took the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.  “Uh yeah, yeah.  Please, come in,” he said as he stepped aside, … Continue reading

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The Call Girl – part 1

Here is part one, let me know what you guys think please! There was a knock at the door. Three raps.  Kevin sat up on the bed and looked over at the door.  He lay on the queen size bed … Continue reading

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The Last Goodbye

Goodbye “Can you go down to forty dollars?” I ask the vendor.  He looks down, looks back up at me.  “Yeah, sure” he replies.  “Excellent.  I’ll take it.”  I am now the owner of a new, Dion Phaneuf, Toronto Maple Leafs … Continue reading

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