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Me & Jo Shemale
Yesterday Jo Shemale and I went for on a pussy hunting fall walk. Well, I did, I'm pretty sure Jo Shemale wasn't hunting pussy. It was getting colder, so we had to put on our woolly panties and sweaters. Halfway down the block, we saw the Old Fuck's out in their yard. The Old Fuck's were raking b... Read full Story
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Filthy Little Beast
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 17
They say that life is about making choices. But we humans don't get to choose the two most important factors in our lives. We don't get to choose our genes, so I got stuck with XY chromosomes. And we don't get to choose our natal families, so I got stuck with my mother and father. My father, Edua... Read full Story
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Your Son, My Daughter
I met Brad a couple months shy of both his graduation from high school and his 18th birthday, lucky me yeah. We were both jogging at the local park. Brad was a pale, slender, white-boy that always seemed to wear small shorts, well they weren't exactly small, they were regulation racing shorts. ... Read full Story
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ROBE MAGIQUE ⚧️ ⚧️
💞 DAISY 💞 En tant que garçon, ou jeune homme, devrais je dire, j'étais un perdant. À l'école, je n'ai pas tout à fait réussi à obtenir le GCSE de base requis pour la plupart des emplois. Je n'avais pas de permis de conduire. Je n'avais pas de véritables hobbies ou c... Read full Story
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Brown & Down
Woke up in a Lot of Pain. I ran out of Xanax, And Percocets wasn't perking for me. Ask my uncle for some meds, he investing in the medicinal trade. Mainly plants and suriums. He gave me a shot in the arm. He told me this was what heroes take. I felt better faster, and sleepy but high. I was... Read full Story
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Aunt trip
In 2013, after almost three years of service in Afghanistan, George Madsen, a gay Royal Navy communications petty officer, retired. His experience in the distant deserts had left an indelible mark, the memories of friends lost and challenges faced still burned vividly in his mind. Coming home was n... Read full Story