Half man, half woman

As you suggested, I’ve written it out like a story, and you were right, it
has made it easier to tell. Please return the disc to me after you’ve read
it and made your notes, and delete it from your computer. I’d hate for
anyone else to find it, or, heaven forbid, publish it somewhere or post it
on the internet!
I don’t know if it was the same at your school, but at the university where
I went to take psychology, we were required to act as subjects for some of
the studies. For particularly long or unpleasant ones [like where they make
you sick or keep you immobilised], they give you extra credits or even give
you financial credit towards your tuition. Continue reading Half man, half woman

Just a little car trouble

Every nerve in my body was singing like high tension wires as I
focused on his attentions to my pussy. His fingers glided in the
moisture which I was producing at a prodigious rate. I gasped as I
felt the tip of his nose touch the hardness of my clit. His tongue
followed the path of his fingers, touching lightly at first, then hard
and flat against the bottom edge of my hungry pussy. A finger thrust
into my soft, wet folds and my muscles instinctively grasped at the
delicious intruder. I heard a corresponding gasp from him, gravelly
and deep. He pulled his finger from me and replaced it with his
tongue, thrusting deep into me, tasting the juices that gushed from
me.
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Dirty Files 1.

I’ll admit, things were pretty rough the first year after I
divorced Vickie. Bachelorhood just wasn’t the same now, now that I was
29, now that I had a house in the suburbs and a 9 to 9 job, and all
the rest of the goodies that come with modern adulthood. It was tough
to meet people and I was getting very lonely, especially around the
holidays. My family was split up all over the country and I just
couldn’t get up the energy to listen to all of them dissect my split.
Instead, I stayed home and stewed in my juices.
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PEACH PIT AFTER HOURS

It had been a particularly good night at the Peach Pit After Dark Club.
Valerie Malone was more than pleased as she tossed the wad of cash into the
safe. A few more nights like this and the place might actually start turning
a profit. She smiled a broad smile as the safe slammed shut. The night’s
take was especially satisfying since all of the snobby Beverly Hills girls
were there to see how well she was doing. Donna Martin, Kelly Taylor, Claire
Arnold, Andrea Zuckerman-Vasquez and even Brenda Walsh, fresh off the plane
from London, were on hand to see. Val had every reason to feel proud of
herself.
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