The Apology
I have a nasty talent for bottling anger. I know, sometimes he doesn’t have any idea that I’m pissed at
DevamI have a nasty talent for bottling anger. I know, sometimes he doesn’t have any idea that I’m pissed at
DevamIt is just barely New Years Day and most of the world is asleep. Or at least heading that way.
DevamLisa left my house just before 3pm and I put on clothes and headed to Dodger Stadium for a late
DevamThe two had met in the Central Asian Art exhibit in the capitol art museum. Both captivated by an age-worn
Devam[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps
DevamThis story serves as the sequel to “Tempted By A Chubby Teenage Slag” so if you haven’t read that one
DevamHe came into the room, and there she was—sitting in the armchair, dressed in God, what would you call it?
DevamWhen Lisa came into the living room where I was and saw my stiffening cock she said, are you ready
DevamJack was a university professor for history. This was his first year at the University, so far everything has been
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