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LIL1LOOKIN

Meeting A Marine

I Meet A Gorgeous Marine, But Where Will It Lead?

My name is Dan. What I am about to tell you happened about a month ago. I am thirty-five years old and in good shape. I'm six feet tall, and one hundred and eighty pounds. I also have a nice six-pack, or so I have been told. I was married for about eight years to a woman, but I couldn't live the lie any longer. I have been divorced for about two years now. From an early age, I discovered I was attracted to the same sex. I...

Oaklander

Jasmine And Fuller

A housewife comforts a heartsick young Marine

Jasmine looked pityingly across the bar at the poor kid. She cracked open another bottle of beer and pushed it his way. His ID had said he was twenty-three, but she suspected he hadn’t been around the sun a full twenty times. Close to it, perhaps. Or maybe he just looked younger to her more mature eyes. It was a slow day. Tuesday afternoons at the bar weren’t a busy time and the only customers were the few regular drunks...

Chef_D

A Few Good Men

A wife's fantasy is realized with the help of a few friendly Marines.

Drew tried not to show his nervousness. “How does one go about approaching something like this?” he wondered. “If she say’s ‘no’, then he was going to feel pretty stupid, but if she says ‘yes’, then it would become a question of how far he was willling to take it. He knew her fantasies, but was she going to be able to enjoy herself if it was really taking place? He had to try. “Let’s do something different tonight.” Anne...

visioneer

Bitch Seat Rider: Rule Number Three

The end of a long, hot ride ...

The afternoon sun cast the big Harley’s shadow across the simmering asphalt. Not a breath of wind rustled the gnarled mesquites and thirsty creosotes dotting the low hills. A few cottony clouds drifting above the distant mountains spoiled an otherwise ocean blue sky, but their presence heralded the coming desert monsoon that would break the June inferno.The bike’s pillion creaked as Claudia leaned back with her left boot...

gimmesumpussy

Return

Sometimes the wait is well worth the prize.

Not the longest but decent for an hour of work in my opinion. For my Muse, my Mary. Six months. Six months since I have seen you and all the difference it has made. You walk into our house, showing you will always out rank me here, even if you’re a little overburdened right now. Six months that have changed our life already. You think your condition has robbed you of your beauty, but it has replaced it with something far...