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JackyC

Christine – True Story Of My Great Love – Part 4

After I took Christine's virginity, I made her discover the pleasures of doing 69. Afterwards, we kept on making love in the evening, then we spent the night together in her bed.

Foreword This is the fourth part (chapter 7) of my love and sex story with Christine, my girlfriend. She helped me out of a serious depression after my forced breakup with my first love, thanks to her kindness and love for me. She was the one who gave me back my zest for life when I was 18. She'd just turned 18 three days before the start of this fourth part of my true story. We were both alone together in her house for t...

urtles53

Just Doing The Lord's Work!

Helping the homeless and downtrodden while having fun!

I had just retired at seventy after a very successful career in real estate and had bought a nice beach house to live out my golden years in. I rode out a real estate boom in Florida and had worked longer than I had anticipated due to a hot market, and I decided to retire when the market went south. Truthfully, I wasn't feeling all that golden about life from here on out, but I suppose it beat the alternative. In many way...

Puntigamer69

The Tide Between Us - Part 2 of 3

When the sun rises, secrets don't fade — they deepen, and so does the hunger between them.

PART 2 The sun climbed lazily into the sky, gilding the thatched rooftops of Phi Phi with light that shimmered like brushed gold. Fred sat barefoot on the wooden deck outside his suite, a quiet contentment seeping into him like the morning heat. A bowl of tropical fruit sat beside his coffee, and the faint scent of salt lingered in the air, carried by a soft breeze that played with the edges of his open book. He had read...

techgoddess

Rain

He loved her, then left her with nothing...or so she thought.

She woke alone after an evening of splendor. With the bed still warm, she rushed out, discovering he’d left. Standing in the rain under a dilapidated umbrella, her heart ached. He’d exposed her soul just as the sheer rain-soaked gown revealed her body. He’d touched her as no man ever had, nor would ever do so again. Then he left her with nothing. Nothing but memories of the way her body moved under his: the thrill of her...