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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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Halloween

The sun descends, into the night Making way for a fearsome fright, The moon, it rises, from horizon’s below To cast the world in a moody glow The ghastly ghouls and witches appear, The night of the hallowed draws ever … 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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Leaf

Hanging on to the life it had, The future looks to vast Gripping, holding, sticking to The life that was the past But to carry on, continue forth Let go of it all Just like the leaf, stuck to the … 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 Three

He slid his left hand over her thigh and squeezed her cheek.   He pushed her hips with his right hand and pulled her over with his left.  She lifted her leg and lowered it on his other side.  She sat … Continue reading

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