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Though the story might be sad wedon’t need the ladies cryin’ Tre Notte (Three Nights) ,- (A Narrative Reflection),- Sitting here in a leather chair in that great hall, w here those chandeliers of Venetian glass once burned illuminating all, and now it seems as though I am surrounded by a galaxy of candles, set in the center of the hard wood floor as their light is reflected...
Added 28 Feb 2012 | Category Love Stories
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This is told from the view of the female in the story and was something I toyed with and have re-written. Lying here and I am having a recurring dream that takesplace at a bar or a club which has dancing and live music. As I envision all that’s involved in it I can feel heat from my pussy as I begin to get wet from it. I am sitting at a table sipping a drink and observing all going on...
Added 17 Feb 2012 | Category Exhibitionism
| Votes 26 | Avg Score 4.54
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Sonho Dourado (A Narrative Reflection) I’m tired and thirsty and I am recalling when I saw her looking timeless in her finery from across the room under those Venetian chandeliers that were burning brightly overhead, and seeing her as if I am seeing her through either a snow dream across a star stream. While the winds of passion blew in from all frontiers and recalling seeing her...
Added 05 Sep 2011 | Category Love Stories
| Votes 14 | Avg Score 4.86
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A Late Goodbye (A Narrative Reflection),- Though the story might be sad we don’t need the ladies cryin’ Traveling down the road late at night and staring bleakly like deer’s eyes as power lines go flashing by along with lonely street signs recalling how we crossed that line when I felt her hot breath on my neck as passion once lit the night. And now I’m driving through the night and...
Added 20 Aug 2011 | Category Love Stories
| Votes 22 | Avg Score 4.65
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This was a request from a friend on here to write a story for them. Sara: A Requested Narrative I had been sitting at my usual table in the diner when I saw her walk in and take the table across from me and I watched how she walked to the table and I felt her know that I was watching her with they way she rolled her hips slightly and saw her panty lines outlined through her jeans and...
Added 15 Aug 2011 | Category Straight Sex
| Votes 16 | Avg Score 4.56
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