Stormy NIght
It starts out like any other evening, the sky turning from day to night, in transition with the pinks and
DevamIt starts out like any other evening, the sky turning from day to night, in transition with the pinks and
DevamLondon must be the most miserable place on God’s Earth on a wet day in January. There were five of
DevamAuthor’s note: The setting for this story could prove disturbing or challenging to many readers. I make no apology for
DevamYou walk into the bedroom with a long face after a hard day at the office. I tell you that
DevamIt had seemed that Alyssa had, had this dream before but she could never place the face of the stranger.
DevamShrugging into the jacket of his tuxedo, Jacob smiled hearing the chatter of the crowd that had rapidly gathered in
DevamThere I stood in the shower, washing off the evidence from my now flaccid cock, my mind a blur to
DevamWeeks can pass in an instant without you ever realizing they took place if one isn’t careful. This is a
DevamThis story is entirely fictional, as are most of my stories. I hope you enjoy it. *************************** She sat there,
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