That last rose of Summer tossing wildly on chilly February breezes sadly, the man watches and lets his thoughts take flight petals lifting ah, as her skirts had lifted revealing her favoured silken lingerie, orange, as were those fluttering petals that single rose survives harsh frosts, wild rains and winter winds, yet it remains constant to his adoring eye as had she so loving,

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I was heading to the shops to get some bread, milk and cereal, trying not to run my hands over the six raised stripes on my backside. I had been doing this obsessively for the two days after my caning from Fleur. I was in a horny daze, still trying to come down from what had happened. My ass was sore and bruised but memories of the acute agony had faded faster and all I could recall was

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Chapter 3   "Huh," Peter turned back to me, his eyebrows arched. I remained frozen in place, unable to tear my eyes from the wall. "Huh," he repeated, "Why uh, why didn't you tell me you had some stuff in the show, Pens?" His tone was puzzled and penitent. Before reading the name, I could tell he'd just missed making some scathing remark at my expense. "I didn't know," I muttered,

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  Logan stared in disbelief. Only moments ago, they had been engaged in hot, sweaty sex. The scent still hung in the air. "You can talk? How? When?" Beauty snapped her teeth in frustration and held a hand up. "Ok." Logan took a breath and spoke slower. "Too much, too soon. Got it. Still, why haven't you spoken before now?" She shook her head, then pointed at one ear. "Hear. Learn."

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In my old age, I enjoy time traveling back to my youth. I was once young, hung and good looking. It must have been in 1959 or '60 that I set out from the San Francisco Bay area to Mexico on my old Harley Davidson motorcycle. The Harley broke down on the Santa Monica Pier and I was too broke to buy the parts to fix it. I was befriended by John and Anna, who owned the Venice West Cafe. They

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"Remember that heavy petting we had last May at Loew's Paradise?" My girlfriend Michelle Hanley asked me that as we sat in one of the lounges at the City College of New York. "Petting? I'd call what we did mutual masturbation. We both came, obviously." She laughed at that, "Yeah, I was using a 1950's euphemism." "It actually, I think, covered a whole range of behaviors, from fondling

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Sometimes I think I have a sixth sense. I can spot a woman and know she has a naughty side. I'm not talking about the ones that are obvious. Of course anyone can see a woman in a short skirt with a tramp stamp with her tits half out and know she's probably up for a good time. I'm talking about the closet cases. The church girl with a dark impulse. The buttoned-up professional that's dying

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