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“You know this mission is volunteer only right?” The Captain asked her.

As I looked at her sitting there in the white wicker chair, I was reminded, I think, a little of my aunt. Or was it my friend’s niece? Oh, who cares, it’s not terribly important. What was important was, she was the one who knew where it was. The thing that I lost. She was silent for a long time.

“Miss, there’s a guest who needs your assistance”, said Jerry, one of the security officers. I suppose most strip club patrons call him a bouncers, but I try to keep the atmosphere at the Nymph’s Grove very professional. It was Valentine’s Day, and I knew it was going to be a long night. Hopefully a very profitable one, with guys looking for beautiful woman for company if they weren’t having luck on the dating scene, or preferred to pay for the certainty of at least making it to second or third base for their money. Sometimes it was a couple looking to spice things up a bit – especially on Saturday, and I had hoped with Valentine’s Day falling on a Saturday we’d have a huge amount of business, but in this case, it was neither a lonely guy or a horny couple.

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I had wanted to open the door just wasnt sure how. I asked him to stay the night which was the first time but he agreed. I picked him up and sprung my paln into effect. He was a little younger and knew he had little experience. I told him about porn mags I had. He didnt respond immediately so I asked if he ever seen one and if he wanted to. He said he did and grew excited as we neared the house. I held out that I had movies too so I could pull them out at the right time.

“Number of abortions rise in Gujarat a couple of months after Navratri” A statement made by Gujarat state’s women & child welfare Minister comes in India’s leading newspapers during Navratri festival. The entire Gujarat was agog with celebrations all over. Why Gujarat, every part of India celebrated Navratri festival in their own way. Goddess Durga Pooja in West Bengal is their national festival. In Tamilnadu they display Kolu in each home. In Andhra, Karnataka and in Kerala, all nine days and nights are full of cultural celebrations. But in Gujarat it is something special. All the girls come out in the streets to sing and dance. Dance items like Garba, Ras are famous. Girls especially teen age girls and women in their twenties and thirties move around to various dance sites and participate. This goes on for the whole night for 9 nights during Navratri.

Daisy looked at her cards. She stared at the handsome man across the table from her. He smiled in response, revealing nothing.

I had planned to spend the Labor Day weekend catching up on yard chores when the new next door neighbor, Leslie, stopped by and asked if I’d help her move some furniture and gym equipment. “It’s not that heavy, but awkward for just one person to carry, and Missy’s at work”. Missy and Leslie were rumored to be lesbians, but I didn’t pay much heed to neighborhood gossip. Besides, they were both rather hot looking, and I was rather skeptical that a pair of lesbians who looked like porn stars would move in next door. My luck just isn’t that good.

It was in the 1800’s there was a western town, Wichita. The town was full of scum and whores. Upon those many scandals and theifs, there was a man who had no family no friends, just the hopes of exceeding his sex life, his eroticism. He was tall, handsome, tan and had a bushy stache that met from his nose to the top of his lip. He was built like a hard-working man and had dark black hair that grew out like the kind of hair most men would want. thick, easy to handle, and god looking. The name was Samuel Bowser, most called him Sam.

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Penny could hear the party long before she arrived at the Bennet house. She recognized the Bennet house by the decoration. When she approached the front door, the walls were thumping from the loud music inside. Girls were screaming from the backyard pool. A guy yelled, followed by a loud splash. Penny smiled, as she pressed the doorbell.

Jeff lowered his mouth onto my cock his lips still wet from our kiss. The room

After all the guys left the bar, making excuses about having to get home to the wives and kids, I hit the men’s room to take a piss before going home myself. I was glad the party was over. Spending two hours drinking with a bunch of the guys I had worked with at the post office hadn’t been my idea of a good time. There was no way I was going to get out of it, so I made the best of it. It didn’t really matter that much anymore, I was going to be leaving town for good, first thing in the morning.

“By the Hitman”

Race Johnson ran his bay gelding down the gravel bank and sped up the draw at full gallop. Looking over his shoulder, he glanced first one way, then the other. For the first time in hours, there was no sign of Apaches. But they might know a quicker route to wherever he was going. They undoubtedly knew the trail ahead better than he did.

My name is Troy. I have always been dominant. I like being in control, it makes things easier. I want to know what my employees are doing, what my wife and what my kids are doing. I have never found it difficult to find submissive women, for some women itТs normal. Others need to be trained. Especially the feminist ones. I say all the right things at work, and there is no problem with equal rights at work. But as a boss I have the right to be in control. I have the right as a husband and as a father.

“Rules?” Rick asked as he tore his shirt off, leaving only his blue gym shorts to hide behind. He had a thin, muscular body and his chest sprouted nearly invisible blonde hair.

Gertie was a naive gal. She certainly didn’t know how to choose her boyfriends very well. Just like her current boyfriend Curt, they all had abused her in one way or another. Being this kind of guy, their only real interest in Gertie was in getting into her pants. Curt was especially mentally abusive towards Gertie. He would come to her house and demand that she suck his cock while he would tell her about fucking another one of his girlfriends.

I looked down the side of the dam. The flood gates were closed today. It had not rained in some time. I leaned over the rail, waiting for my contact. The breeze drove dryly from the south as I watched the occasional cloud wander by in the deep mango-colored sunset. The sun itself had slipped behind the western hills of the valley this dam was nestled between. I was told to meet him here at sunset. Was he late, or was I early. Was sunset when there was no light left to him? I took out a sleek metal case, and pushed a little latch on it, which made it pop open with an almost inaudible click. I rather thoughtlessly reached into it and selected one of the cigarettes contained inside, and rolled it between my fingers absentmindedly for a while, looking at the water far below. I looked at the silver metal case again. I could see my reflection in it. My short blonde hair cut to my neck, and my green eyes almost piercing in this light. I smiled, confident in my appearance for this type of meeting, and I put the case away. I brought out my lighter. One of those metal butane lighters with the copper bead in the mouth of it, which makes the flame turn green. I lit the wind-proof flame and watched it shift color, and lit my cigarette with it.

He was spending some of his nights cruising porn sites on the internet and I knew it. It didn’t really bother me all that much, our marriage was strong, and our sex life was vanilla-flavored but strong as well. I didn’t worry about him meeting someone and running away from home, even though that sort of story is so common now. We were too strong and happy together, we meshed well, our differences making us stronger as a pair.

A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN

That day I came home from work early changed my life. I know, I know. You’ve heard it before, but this…this really happened.