Now that we had nailed out some specifics about arrangement, we began settling into a routine. Marie would go to Terrance's apartment for sex after work on workdays. She was usually there for 30-90 minutes, depending on how many times they fucked and how long. Usually on these days, she would get home around 6:00-7:00 PM. We would then have dinner, spend som...
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A lot of people talk bad about the Dirty South, and I can totally understand a lot of their viewpoints. My name is Claire Jane Warren-Sankara, C.J. to my friends, and I was born and raised in the City of Fayetteville, North Carolina. My family, the Warren Clan, is as redneck as they possibly come, and they had a veritable fit when I fell in love with Ibrahim...
This story contains three loving wives. I counted them. *** "I don't know why you haven't been able to seal the deal with Nancy," Peter Johnson said to his best friend. "She just doesn't seem interested in fucking me," Michael Dodson replied. "I'm like stuck on your wife's friend list." They were sunbathing next to the Johnsons' pool, naked, as they did...
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Miranda. One cool lady. She was the kind of co-worker you lucked into. Highly competent. Took care of business. Represented the firm with aplomb. She exuded professionalism. At twenty plus years younger than I, she carried herself with a pert self-confidence. She could be flirtatious and sexy when she chose to turn it on. Her persona was an amalgam of an i...
Another conversation around that event, but with a whole lot more people involved in this one. No sex, so no surprise there. There isn't usually much sex going on during those types of conversations. I braced myself for what was to come. I'd seen looks of sympathy and smirking grins already, and knew it was going to happen, but it didn't matter. I looked...