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Carla and the Little Boy

Her name was Carla Lotozinski, but they’ll edit this to make sure a woman doesn’t get hurt. Because only little boys do. Her last name was [bleep], and if I told you she gave me the sexual education of a … Continue reading

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On Victory and Elysian

When you come to the city of Toledo, find the street of Victory and follow it onto Elysian; there your destiny lies… It was a sluggish and frigid Friday morn. A man trudged out of his small white house, cursing … Continue reading

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When women are KINGS ๐Ÿ‘‘ย 

PREFACE This story I’m about to write about is very real and happened while I grew up. Never doubt the authenticity. God had gone on a very long journey that he won’t be returning in a month’s time. He left … Continue reading

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๐Ÿ’”NepTune lounge ๐Ÿ‘™

Neptune Lounge… In the mornings I was just a cashier at a bank close to my place where I am all dressed in a suit and at night, I work as a waitress in a lounge where I hardly covered … Continue reading

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my own BOSS

Trying out for the umpteenth time a casual outfit for my day out today was stressful. You do think I was going to a Dinner date or something. I just wanted to look beautiful for myself. Not for one stupid … Continue reading

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Daydreaming About a WebCam Model

She sits on the edge of my bed, dressed in garments and lace. She says her name is Stacey, but from the looks of it, she is simply my hooker. I stare from my own corner, my head tucked against … Continue reading

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Toledo, OH 1996

Toledo, OH 1996   The boys lived in the East Side of Toledo, which sat east of the Maumee River, hence the name. Two bridges connected connected the isolated side of town to the city: the Hi-Level Bridge and the … Continue reading

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