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Karımla Çapkınlıklarımız (1) Pelin’in bu kadar ileri gidebileceğini hiç tahmin etmiyordum. Onun böyle olması beni de yoldan çıkarmıştı artık iyice ve bir gün başımız belaya girecek gibi görünüyordu. GİRİŞ Erzurum’un ileri gelen ailelerinden birinin ferdiyim ben. Adım Burak. Aşiret falan değiliz ama 6 amcam 3 halam ve onların her birinin de en az 5 çocuğu olduğunu düşünürsek ufak bir sülale de sayılmayız. Dedelerden biri Osmanlı zamanında Erzurumun paşa valisi, bir diğeri kadısı imiş. Bilmem kaç yüzyıldır orada bulunuyoruz yani ve ailemiz de bu durumu kara geçirmeyi çok iyi bilmiş zamanında. Şu an aile reisi ve şirketlerin sahibi büyük amcam. Yani İstanbul’da, Ankara’da, Antalya’da oteller, Bursa’da fabrika, hayvan çiftlikleri, taksiler gibi…

Ayla 1 Merhabalar.Benim adim Ayla ben 27 yasinda 1.71 boyunda 66 kg agirliginda beyaz tenli 92-65-94 olculerinde balik etli bir bayanim.Bu olculerim simdiki olculerimdir.Ama olculerimin cok degismedigini sadece belimin inceldigini ve kilomun azaldigini sizlere soyliyebilirim.Hikayelerimin baslangicinda bu yaziyi yazicam hep…Bu yasadiklarim tarihleri ile yazilacak cunku bunlari zamaninda not almistim sadece simdi int.yayinliyorum…. – Nalan bir onceki disko heyecanindan sonra sabah kalkinca beni de uyandirmisti.Gunlerden 6 KASIM di ve nalan benim karsimda cirilciplak bir halde bana bakiyordu ve bana AKSAM TUVALETTE NASIL SIKISTIGIMI sordu…Bende ona cok heyecanli oldugunu fakat o kadar yetenekli olmadigini soyledim….Nalan bana PEKI BENI KIME SIKTIRECEKSIN O ZAMAN BANA ERKEK BUL COK FECI SEKILDE AZDIM dedi….ben nalani oyle…

Mini Etekli Siyah Çoraplı Kankamın Sür “Üniversiteye girdiğimde ilk birkaç ay içinde kimlerle arkadaşlığımızı daha samimi boyuta çıkarabileceğimizi anladığımız gruplaşmalar oluşmuştu. Benim erkek arkadaşlarım yanında dört tanede kız arkadaşım vardı grupta.” demiştim ilk hikayemde. O gün Senem’le geçen bir hikayemi paylaşmıştım, bugünün konusu Ayça olsun… Ev arkadaşımın memleketinde olduğu bir akşam evde tek başıma otururken saat 23:00 sularında kapım çaldı. Bu saatte kimbilir hangi ayyaş arkadaşım geldi diye söylene söylene kapıya gidip açtığımda karşımda Ayça’yı gördüm. Öğleden sonra okul çıkışı bir kafede oturup samimi arkadaşlarımızla doğum gününü kutlamıştık, bir tişört ve kot pantolon vardı üzerinde. Akşam erkek arkadaşıyla baş başa kutlayacağını söylemişti. O’nu beklemediğim için şaşkınlıkla bakarken çok güzel makyajlı…

I had intended the previous chapter to be the last installment in Vivian & Elly’s story, but you wore me down… and I had a few extra chapters just lying around. If you didn’t read Chapters 1 thru 6 first you won’t be terribly lost, but let’s just say you won’t have the full scope of characters’ background. And you’re gonna miss out on some bedroom scenes, just sayin… Thank you to everyone who commented or contacted me, I truly didn’t know what effect this little story would have. I’d also like preface with disclaimer that if you are looking for BDSM with hard limits, this isn’t it. But BDSM…

It was just another one of those business trips. Hopping on a plane for a 5-hour flight to Portland, Oregon. Except it wasn’t just another business trip, as it turned out, although I wasn’t to know that as I took my seat in C4. On this occasion, I was travelling alone to participate in shooting a commercial for a well-know tire company. “Why Oregon?” you may ask. Well, the truth of the matter is that it rains a lot in October in Oregon and the commercial was to extol the benefits of the rain-dispersing properties of this particular brand of tire. All in the cause of promoting safety. But that’s…

I love Jill Bergman. I have for about two years now. She is in my high school class and we will be graduating in another month. I have never told her that I love her, or much of anything for that matter. An occasional “Hi” or “What’s going on?” is the most I had ever been able to say to her. I talked to her in class two months ago when we found out that we shared a birthday, that was our eighteenth and we celebrated with a high five. One month ago is where my story begins. We were on our Senior Trip, which was about the lamest trip…

{For one of my very favoritest Canadians…} * Meg looked around the room and listened to stories of the glory days of high school and how often they’d dropped by to visit old friends, teachers they’d liked and so on. Meg had no such fond memories. Odd little geeky girls like she’d been didn’t wax nostalgic for high school. They left town right after graduation and didn’t look back. The D.J. was playing Motown. She listened. “My Girl” wafted from huge speakers on either side of the gym, tangled up in the crepe paper streamers hanging from the raised basketball hoops and floated near the banner proclaiming the 25th reunion.…

She walked in the door, dropping her purse and the mail on the end table by the door. She walked into the living room, and plopped down on the couch, closing her eyes. She started to try to relax, and stop thinking about the rough day at work she had had. She had seen his car in the driveway, so when she heard him walking up behind her, she didn’t even flinch. Nor did she when she felt his hands slide over her shoulders. They had been living together for a little over a year now, but not as a couple, or as lovers. Just as friends who both were…

It had been a long day. The phone had not stopped ringing and the requests came at a rapid pace. Everybody wanted something from me. The end of the day could not come fast enough. As 5 o’clock neared, I started to think about the weekend ahead. I had agreed to something that was far out of my comfort zone. Far from the identity that I had defined for myself. I left the office and turned my car in the opposite direction of home. Tonight’s drive would be a little longer. In my head, I could see the email I had received from him. He had asked me about my…

This a the sequel to the previous story of similar title. Constructive criticism only. Thanks. ***** “When the cold seepsThrough your furAnd for my lonelinessThere is no succorWe’re just two stonesAnd withered leavesAlthough apartUseless is all we seemStill, when I grind on youOur body heatsAnd leaves no clueThat we once were frigidLying parallelLike forks and knivesAnd yet, together we can’tBut spark to life…”– John Spurgeon Chinwe stared out of the taxi window, not really seeing anything as the wet scenery flew past. Her mind was a blur of emotions, all stemming from a singular root – Sammy, the cute boy at the fruit shop. She had gone to the shop…