07.04.2025

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"You ready for another one?" he heard his buddy Tony ask.
"No man." He responded with a drunken slur, not even bothering to lift his head from the bar. "I'm good."
"Where you staying tonight?" Tony questioned.
"Probably at my folks house." he slurred in response. "Thankfully ... my mom hasn't ... touched my room since I moved out."
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06.04.2025

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It was a typical family get together one that had happened in one-way or another for years. A trip of just over three hundred miles and as they drove Natalie, Tim's step daughter sat there texting and listened to her own music in the back seat. With a knowing glance he looked over at Linda, Natalie's mom, and turned onto the dirt road that would take them the last thirty miles to the cabin. Natalie was going to loose cell service in just a few minutes and with a smile at each other they prepared for the storm. Natalie would have to talk to them, something that was in the same instant a blessing and a curse.
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05.04.2025

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Part 1: Great Dane,
I think I'm going mad. But that's not the worst thing.
I don't know how it got to this point. One moment everything was normal and then... I don't know. I feel like someone's reached into my life, twisted around everything I thought was normal and said, "There you go, deal with that." Nothing makes sense any more and I don't know how to get back to what I thought was normal.
But that's not the worst thing.
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04.04.2025

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When I was seven I wrote a story about a space ship landing in our back yard. The aliens were friendly and, at some point, they ate purple ice cream. As mothers do, mine told me it was brilliant. A year later, I thought it was dumb. A year after that, I wished I could write like that again. The next year, I burned it. My mom spanked me for playing with matches. The next day I wrote a story about a mean old mother and her reign of terror. As mothers do, she said it was cruel. The next day, I burned it.
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03.04.2025

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John Harrison had not enjoyed the best of days at work. His boss had been acting like a tyrant, he'd spilled coffee on his shirt, the sandwich shop got his order wrong and sent him Ham instead of Turkey. He wanted to get home, open a beer and relax. He walked in the three bedroom apartment he shared with his daughter, Penny, and there it was.
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03.04.2025

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This is a true story.
They say that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,but this is one incident I want to snitch about.
A few years ago I took a holiday to Vegas with a buddy to go on a gambling holiday and to take in some of the entertainment there. No, I did not not strike it rich in a financial sense, but it stil a very worthwhile holiday in another sense.
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02.04.2025

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I had been suspicious of your visits to my panty drawer for quite some time, but it wasn't until I bought that nanny-cam that I could confirm it. You can imagine my surprise when I began coming home from work and finding video after video of my nineteen year-old son dressed in my bras, my panties, my dresses and high heels. That was the kind of behavior you might expect from a little girl, not a nearly grown young man. What amazed me most was how often you did it, how shameless you were in what you took.
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02.04.2025

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It was a Friday evening. I was a writer, coming home after a meeting with my publisher, and I was looking forward to slumping in front of the TV with a whiskey and putting something in the microwave before getting an early night. The train drew into the station and I got out and headed for the exit. As I left the station, I vaguely noticed a woman standing against the wall, and as I approached she turned towards me.
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01.04.2025

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This tale is set back when I was a teenager many, many years ago and details my first experience of anal sex with a female person.
"Hi pops"
"Hi mate". I replied as my mate Chopper approached.
"Just saw your Rosemary, you still shagging her?” Chopper asked.
My dick twitched, not half hour earlier I'd been talking about my wild part time lover Rose with mum.
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18.03.2025

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December, The Taylor Residence, North Wilmington, Delaware.
Russell Taylor looked out of his bedroom window at the street crammed with parked cars. It was the week before Christmas and Trolley Square was full of office workers heading for parties in the local bars and restaurants.
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