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The prosecutor extended her right hand, lightly scratching the underside of
my scrotum and trailing the sensation up to my member. I closed my eyes,
trying to fill my thoughts with non-sexual themes, attempting to distract
myself as she gently stroked and fondled my penis. The futility of this
strategy was immediately evident as she began to stroke my hair and face
with her free hand and cooed a soft, low noise inaudible to everyone except
me. When her perfume once again invaded my olfactory senses, my resistance
was entirely broken down as my penis rapidly stiffened in her fingers.
Having won the battle to get my organ to respond to her touch, she began to
sculpt it, to stimulate it in such ways that it grew readily into the shape
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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On the way to the examination room, he gave me some forms to fill out and told me to remove all my cloths and put on a gown, he would be back in 10 minuets. This was the first time I had been to a gynecologist for an examination. The examination room was huge. In the center of the room was a large examination table. There where large cabinets along the walls with big locks on them and other strange equipment around the room.

I started to fill out the medical forms; the first was my medical history. The history form asked me a lot of sexual questions. Most of the things I had not even heard of. The second form was consent form to perform an examination it was very long and written in medical terms I did not read it. I completed the history form and signed the consent form. I removed my shirt and pants, put on the gown, and waited for the doctor.

The doctor came in and read the forms. He asks me my age I told him I was thirteen. He asks me to step on a scale. I weighed 80 pounds and was 4Т6ТТ tall. He then noticed that I still had on my bra and panties and asks me to remove them and get up on the examination table. I had never been naked in front of a man before. I removed my bra and panties and set on the table.

Once I got on the table he helped me lie down on my back and he put my feet in the stirrups. Then he told me that he was going to put on a few straps so I would not move during the examination. He put a big belt around my waist and pulled it down tight. The stirrups where very big and he put straps around my thighs and down at the ankles. I was starting to get very nervous being all strapped in not knowing what he was going to do. The Doctor then pulled out a controller for the table and told me the table could move in all kinds of positions. He pushed some buttons and wings came up on each side of me for my arms to rest on. The doctor proceeded to fasten my hands to the table wings.

The doctor went over to a cabinet, pulled out a lot of equipment, and put it on a cart by my feet. The doctor then removed my gown. I was a little ashamed, I have very small breast and very little hair around my pussy. He then told me he was going to examine my breast. He slowly started to press down with his fingers on my left breast and massaged it. Next he squeezed my breast very hard. All most immediately my nipples became erect. The Doctor squeeze on my nipple and pulled on it. He did it just hard enough it was starting to hurt. This was exciting me and had my pussy getting wet. He did the same to my other breast and asks me if I ever played with my breast. I was starting to get very nervous about what kind of examination this was. I told him I had never played with my breast.

The doctor then proceeded to moved the examination table so my legs where spread very wide, with my feet high in the air. He then made the table slant so I was at about a 30 deg angle with my head down. The blood was going to my head and making me feel a little funny. He then proceeded to stand between my legs and looked at my pussy. He told me I have a very pretty pussy. At this point I wanted to leave and find another doctor. I told him to let me up and untie me. The doctor just laughed. You signed the release form for me to perform an examination on you. The examination allows me to do what I feel is necessary, we can do this the hard way or we can both have some fun said the doctor. I was in shock now. What had I gotten my self into? The doctor then turned on a monitor so I could see what he was doing.

The doctor then told me he was going to examine my labia major and minor, he then started to pull on the lips of my pussy one at time and touched them all over. He measured them and wrote this down on my chart. This was the first time I had seen my vagina opened up. The doctor then stared to explore my clitoris, it was partially covered by its hood. He rubbed my clitoris very softly, I was getting excited. My clit started to peak out of the hood and I could see it on the monitor. The doctor then picked up a glass tube about 2 inchТs long and about ╜ inch in diameter that had a long hose attached to some equipment. He slid it over my clitoris and then turned on a switch. The machine was a vacuum pump. My clit was sucked into the tube. I started to scream, it was really hurting. The doctor said he was measuring the capacity of my clit to expand and to relax, it would feel good in a minute. He left the vacuum on for 5 or 10 minutes and it did quit hurting. The doctor turned off the vacuum machine and pulled off the glass tube. He measured my clit at 1 inch long. He bent down and sucked it in his mouth and started to lick it with his tongue. I was almost knocked out by my orgasm. This was the first time I ever had an orgasm.

After I recovered the Doctor attached some bands around my thighs. The bands had elastic cords on them with a clip at the end. These clips where attached to my pussy lips. The doctor tightened up the bands to stretch my pussy lips open. I could see that my pussy was open for his inspection. There was a sharp pain when he put the clips on my pussy lips. I am going to examine your hymen next said the doctor. He started to feel it and measure it. He described it as covering 90 % of my opening and being very thick and he could not see past it. The doctor said you are lucky you did not try and have sex before it would have been very painful. The doctor then took some pictures of my hymen.

You will have to have your hymen removed before you can have sex and I should trim back your hood over you clitoris to help you have orgasms said the doctor. He did not even give me a chance to say any thing. I tried to tell him I wanted to see another doctor but he said I had signed the authorization and he was going to do it. The doctor reached down and picked up a scalpel and a big tongue depressor. He worked the tongue depressor in to my vagina then turned it so the flat side was against the back side of my hymen. He said this will hurt a little bit when I remove you hymen. Then he proceeded to cut out my hymen. It was a very sharp pain, I screamed and cried. It took a long time for him to cut it out he said he wanted to extract the whole hymen in one piece. There was a lot of blood. The doctor removed the tongue depressor with my hymen on it. I am going to preserve your hymen for my collection. He went over to a table and carefully placed my hymen on a 2 inch square piece of glass, smoothed it out and coated it with a preservative. In about 2 hours I will have to put another glass slide on top of it said the doctor.

Now I am going to trim the hood from your clitoris said the doctor. He picked up the scalpel and a clamp from the table. He attached the clamp on the hood above my clitoris and squeezed it very hard. This was starting to really hurt again. I ask the Doctor to stop. He told me he was almost done. The doctor then cut away the hood to expose my clitoris. There was more blood running down my vagina and I was in a lot of pain. I could see my clitoris for the first time. I was excited about being able to touch it.

The doctor came back over to me and wiped the blood from my pussy. The pain had changed into a dull ache. Now I am going to examine your vagina and uterus next said the doctor. He picked up a round rod about the size of a pencil. He then inserted that into my vagina until he hit the back wall of my vagina. Your vagina is 3 inchТs long you have a very small vagina. He then withdrew the instrument and went over to a cabinet. I am going to use my smallest speculum on you he said. He opened a cabinet with over 50 speculums in it. I could see the smallest was about 2 inches long and maybe as big around as my finger. They went up to a size that was 2 feet long and looked like I my head would fit through it. I was glad he got the smallest one. He then came back over and started to push the speculum into my pussy. It hurt as he pushed the speculum into my vagina. I said it was too big. The doctor said he had it in all they way and now he would open it up. He opened it slowly it sure did hurt. The doctor moved a light to shine inside my vagina.

The doctor inserted his finger inside my vagina and felt my cervix. The next part of your examination is a pap spear said the doctor. He reached for a tool that looked like a bottle brush about ╝ inch in diameter. I am going to get a sample of the inside of your uterus he said. He then inserted the tool inside the speculum and pushed it part way inside my uterus. That is when it really started to hurt. He slowly turned the tool a couple of revolutions and withdrew it. It was covered with blood. The doctor asks if I had ever had a period before, I said I had not had one yet. He wiped the sample on a slide. I will send this to a lab for some test said the doctor. He then withdrew the speculum.

I thought he was done with me, I was wrong. Now it is time for the vagina stretching so you can have sex said the doctor. I have my own tool for that he said. The doctor then removed his pants and underpants. I had read a penis was about 5-6 inches long. This was the first erect penis I had seen. The doctorТs penis was about 12 inches long and bigger around than my wrist. I was in shock and started to tell the doctor I did not want to have sex with him. He then started to laugh. He said that I had signed the release form and it said that you would have sex with me as payment for my services. He then lubricated his penis with some KY jelly. He said it was important that I relax or he would have to suture me back up when he was done and I would be very sore after that.

The doctor got between my legs and rubbed his penis on the outside of my pussy until he found the hole. He started to push his big penis into my pussy. It hurt so bad I was sure I had torn, I begged him to stop. You are still stretching said the Doctor. He had gotten the head of his penis inside me finally. Slowly he started to pull back a little then he shoved forward again. It did not hurt so bad this time. Finally he was touching the back wall of my vagina with penis. I thought he would stop there. He pulled back until must of his penis was pulled out. Then he rammed it back in as hard as he could. I started to scream it felt like he had ripped out my vagina. The doctor said he was in a little over 6 inchТs and now its time for the fun part. The doctor just pulled out all the way then he would ram it back in as hard as he could. I was in so much pain I was about to black out. I am getting a little deeper each stroke said the doctor. It took him a very long time to finally get his whole penis inside me. I thought he was going to kill me. The pain was starting to go away. I was starting to get excited as he stroked his penis in and out.

The doctor started to rub my clit as he stroked me with his penis. I was going to have the biggest orgasm of my life. I could fell his penis swelling inside of me. Then we came together. I almost passed out it was so intense. His penis filled my vagina with his sperm. He pulled out of me, after about five minutes.

I was bleeding a lot from my vagina. The doctor went and got a normal size spectrum and inserted it to my vagina. My vagina was burning at this point. Having sex with the doctor had stretched me out so I could take the speculum with out any additional pain. He looked inside and said I had a couple of small tears that he would have to suture shut. The doctor picked up a suture and a long pair of pliers. He then reached inside my vagina with the pliers and started to put in a stitch. It felt like a bee sting. After about 4 stitches and 4 screams it was over. The doctor removed the speculum.

The doctor came back with a rubber tube about the size of a garden hose with a big stainless steel nozzle on the end. I am going to wash out your vagina now. This should take away most of the pain. Then he tilted my body so I was upside down with my vagina pointing up. The Doctor inserted a nozzle into my vagina and turned on the water. It was very cold, my vagina shrank back down on that nozzle and tried to keep the water inside. I was in horrible pain as more and more water was flowed into my vagina. I was so tight that it was not letting much of the water out and more came in all the time. Finally the water started to squirt out. I looked like geyser. The doctor warmed the water up until it was just right. The warm water did take most of the pain away. After about five minutes of this the doctor shut off the water and removed the nozzle from my vagina.

The doctor told me he was finished. He turned the table so it was flat again and took off my restraints. The doctor gave me a monthТs supply of birth control pills. You will have to come back in 1 week for me to take out the sutures he said. The doctor also told me, if I told any one about this he would sell the video tape to someone in the porn industry and he would doctor my records so it looked like someone else raped me.
I was looking forward to coming back in a week for another treatment from the doctor.

copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002

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She was a Dutch girl from Utrecht, and she took her job pretty seriously. But every now and then she clicked over to a Dutch women’s forum to read up on other women and their bumps. Most of the topics were standard – about hormones and the nesting instinct – but one caught her eye.

‘Does your pregnancy make you insatiable?’it read in Dutch. She went on to explore the list and read the testimonies of many different Dutch women who found themselves not only with morning sickness in the first trimester, but craving physical attention from their husbands.

Though she would blush to admit it to anyone in the office, these women were right. She had never felt (or it seemed looked) as sexy as she did when she was pregnant.

Her ash brown hair looked alive. The early wrinkles under her eyes seemed to heal up.

It must be a girl she thought – for all of these female hormones to be exploding all over her body.

‘Oh my God – it’s so sexy’ she thought. She thought of her husband Max fucking her the way he did. He was a really good lay – and he had a nice sized dick. Just the thoughts of sizing up her husbands elephant trunk exciting her and she thought she really just had to go pee to cool herself off, and let some of that hot piss satisfy her for now.

She got up from the desk and started to walk towards the door when Robert came in.

Robert was about 7 years younger than she was, she reckoned, and he was the cutest boy at work – the one that was a little shy, but with a sweet side. The one, who if stuck on a desert island with, she would have no problem using to continue the human species.

‘Good morning, Robert,’she said in her soft Germanic accent. ‘Good morning, Greta’he replied. There was something so comforting in his body – she thought. Whenever she had to get close to him in the office it was as if every muscle relaxed. Sex signals, she thought. Radar. She was no twit. Buts she had a date to go the restroom and to ease her itch.

In the restroom she guided herself towards the last stall and sat down. There was a newspaper on the floor and she began to read on about those funny Americans Jessica Simpson and Angelina Jolie – as her naked finger snaked its way up and down her ravine.

She looked down and she liked what she saw. She loved her vagina – and she loved it more now that she was pregnant. She loved tracing a signature over her pink lips and relished pushing her clit ever so slightly. She began to work her slender fingers and developed a sort of groove or rhythm as she read on about the news. She knew she really shouldn’t get off in the ladies toilet, but her finger kept its rhythm and so she began to squeeze her leg muscles and rub her flesh.

She began to think about Max and his big muscle and how it filled her box up. She really enjoyed the late night fuckings they had had. But she knew that not just Max could get her off in a quick way so she would have to go a little dirty. As she toyed with her wet flesh she began to envision another man – a bit silent, a bit dark, but handsome and warm – with a long body, and a long penis.

As he guided her to the bed in her fantasy she opened herself to him and let him have his way with her. She enthusiastically sucked him and let him have her ass and her face and finally her pussy – yes her pussy, where he would shoot his thick hot load. Mmm. The pleasure.

She continued to itch at herself – building a rhythm and embracing the strong man of her fantasy who took her ass, who took her everything, who used her like a rubber and threw her away.

Christ he was big. He stretched her with that big cock… GASP. When you withhold a loud orgasm the one that comes is a bit different and Greta essentially felt her body implode. It was like that idea of seeing stars. She felt a bit delirious and her body began to chill and convulse. Cold sweat built up on the back of her neck. She was light headed but then reclaimed her sense of place

‘Ah,’ She thought. ‘Now that is what English-speakers call ‘the big O.”

After she had calmed her pink pussy lips in the ladies, Greta returned to clarity. She remembered that Max was having a show that Thursday night in a comedy production in North Beach.

She had promised him to get as many of her coworkers to come, and so she dutifully announced to her coworkers when she got back from the ladies that they should all come and spend $5 to see Max and his colleagues perform at the church.

‘I’m going, Robert’ said matter of factly. ‘My girlfriend’s sister is in that show.’

Robert looked cute, Greta thought in a relaxed way. Maybe he was her mystery date in the ladies. ‘Oh,’ Greta smiled from behind her work station. ‘See you there.’

BARE AS A BODKIN

City Thursdays in Spring sometimes were wet and moist, sometimes were cold and windy, but on special occasions were humid and warm a prelude to summer.

Bars filled up after work, and all the good looking city people got together to drink beer, shoot pool, and engage in ancient courting rituals.

While Katrina and Robert needed neither spirits nor atmosphere to get their grooves on, they decided to have a few beers before catching her sister Lila in the show at St. Agnes.

The performance was called “Bare as a Bodkin” and it was some sort of raunchy take on Shakespeare. As they walked to the theater the two began to hold hands.

‘You know some people from work might be here tonight,’ Robert said trying to make small talk.

‘Oh yeah, who?’ asked Katrina. ‘Well, I know that Greta’s husband Max is performing, so I guess we’ll see Greta.’

‘Oh’ said Katrina. ‘That’s cool.’

Robert could tell that Katrina was a bit jealous. The truth was she knew that he probably liked her – she knew her boyfriend’s postures, his language, the way he said a woman’s name. Sensing his girlfriend’s apprehension he decided to proclaim her lack of accessibility to him.

‘Yeah, she’s expecting,’ he said.

‘Oh yeah?’ Katrina said, returning from her analytical detachment. ‘How far a long is she?’

‘Three months, ‘Robert answered.

When they got to St. Agnes they saw that it was going to be a big show. The line was out the church’s basement door and all sorts of hipster kids were outside smoking and joking.

Katrina and Robert waited in line, and slowly worked their way to the table where two young women, dressed as nymphs out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, took their $10 and stamped their hands. They then proceeded into the main chamber, which was entirely black and surrounded by bleachers. Katrina and Robert worked their way up to the top of one side and got a good seat.

Robert strained to recognize any of the guys from work, but couldn’t see anybody. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied her shape across the stage and at the front row. She was dressed in a dark velvety dress and had on black heels. She looked SEXY.

The bleachers began to fill up until the whole room was heavy with breathing and anticipation – when one of the nymphs came on stage and launched into a very risque sonnet. The audience laughed, but Robert was preoccupied with the mass across from him. He thought about her bump and he felt a noticeable twang in his penis.

There were several men on stage, but Robert couldn’t tell which one was Max. He assumed he was the bigger guy – but who knew. All he knew is that he just wanted to keep sneaking glances at his coworker Greta, and he did until she got up about half an hour into the show – just about the same time he felt a pressure on his bladder from the beer he had had earlier.

He asked one of the non-acting nymphs to point him towards the restrooms and she instructed him to go through a series of doors towards the back of the church, behind the kitchen. He almost got lost, but finally wound his way through the maze to the men’s restroom where he let go of his huge burden. He cleaned himself off and buttoned up and turned around to leave, all the time thinking of Greta and her legs and her bump, and her smile. He ‘must have a crush’he thought, hoping that if he classified his emotions they would go away.

But then he saw her coming the opposite direction. In her gorgeous medieval outfit. Their eyes met and he felt like he had been shot with 120 volts of energy.

‘Hi Greta.’

‘Oh – it’s so good you came,’ she said. She seemed cheerful and less industrious than her normal workself. They exchanged a bit of awkward body language but then Robert blurted out ‘You look really nice tonight.’

‘Thank you, so do you’ she said. This was terrible he thought. He had to do something. He had to say something, and the alcohol in his system just let his true thoughts slip out without warning.

‘I think you look really nice – especially because you are pregnant,’ he said.

‘Oh you are not the only one who has noticed,’ Greta replied with a grin. ‘I have noticed too. I think I am having a girl because of all this estrogen in my body. ‘She reached down and touched her bump and moved closer to him.

‘Here, feel,’ she said. ‘Feel my bump.’ She pulled her nervous hand closer and put it on her belly.

The bump felt somewhere between soft and hard. He was nervous to touch it too heavily, but felt calmed by the bump. She looked up at him, a kind of deep glare in her eyes and breathed heavily. ‘You know Robert,’ she said with a hysterical tinge to her voice.

‘I really want to kiss you. Will you kiss me?’

he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then…my God…her mouth. ‘I just feel so sexy since I have been pregnant,’ Greta said sensitively, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk of a waist. ‘I just feel so aroused all the time.’

They began to kiss and Robert felt like a 14 year old in the middle of his first time. The air seemed so cold and he felt afraid because he was kissing another man’s wife, and afraid because she was pregnant, but overwhelmed by whatever pheromones escaped from her body and deeply in love with her scent, a scent he had breathed so deeply.

‘Please come with me’ she said, leading him down a hall way through a door to a dark room. She flicked on a switch and there hung many robes worn by priests and lay people.

‘Here’ she said, ‘help me take this thing off.’ Robert helped her lift the skirt off her trim body revealing nothing underneath but her angelic form – her tiny, yet swollen breasts, like a 15 year-old’s, so soft they would fit perfect in his hand. And of course her tummy, which started at the base of her rib cage, and protruded out in a natural arc just like he had thought of – perfect, hot and growing.

‘Can I?,’Robert hesitated. ‘Can I kiss it?’ She planted hot kisses on his cheeks and guided his face down to her bump. He kneeled before her and began to plant little daisies of kisses along the lining of her skin, hiding them in her pelvic valleys, and stopping to feel her curly black pubic hair tickle his chin.

She looked so gorgeous in the cloakroom light and he felt a bit overwhelmed down on his knees. But he stood up and she began to unbutton his shirt and pants. They soon were both completely hot and naked and she decided to take advantage of the situation.

‘Robert – I want you to fuck me’she said. ‘I want you in every orifice of me’she said as she guided his cock towards her thigh. She then slowly kneeled down and began to plant kisses along his rod, looking up to savor the feeling of another man’s big dick in her palm. Robert, as she expected, was quite long and thick and engorged by the sight of her angelic body. She felt so hot as she let his big thickness come into her mouth. She toyed with his p-spot as he grabbed masses of her hair and stood at attention and continued to bob her head up and down on his big dick. He mumbled and a certain giddiness began to spur in his testes as the night air hit his shaft as she savored him. He thought about where he would fuck her, in her throat, in her puckered little ass, that tight little ass, and finally deep in her mystic oven, where the next generation was brewing.

2

I can never describe the delight I feel when my man enters
me. The need, the itch, if you will, deep inside, is finally
scratched, stroked, but as satisfying as it is, it makes you burn
for more. Each stroke made me crazier; squirming with delight.
Anywhere he touched, my skin burned; the pleasure and desire
spiraling back to where our bodies joined. And when the climax
comes, the satisfaction of having his hardness inside kills the
itch, quenches the need. I feel my body clenching him, pulling
him deep, milking his cock to complete the whole process.
Groaning, calling my name, he collapsed on me, resting his
head on my belly. As though on cue, the baby pushed at his head,
my stomach suddenly distorting before my eyes. “You are some
kind of woman,” he whispered, ignoring the baby.
I smiled; my body finally relaxing. Twisting my hands into
his hair, we lay together; enjoying the way our bodies felt
against one another, the delight of flesh against flesh. The
baby even seemed to quiet down; accepting finally that Mommy had
a life, too. My back even felt good, laying against the hard
table. Closing my eyes; I drifted off to sleep, feeling content.

3

Her lips were pouting and wet, and she smiled at me again.

“Just to see if you still taste as good,” she said, and then went
down on her knees while I stood there by the side of the bed, and the
next thing I knew she was licking away at my pouty cunt lips.

Bill was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was watching. He was
looking more than happy. Well, most men would have looked happy to have
seen two naked women there, with one of them licking away at the others
cunt.

I felt a thrill go through me as Jane’s wet tongue lapped away at my
pussy lips. Then, she was just poking away inside me with the tip of her
tongue, pushing just the tip inside my cunt, getting a taste of my hot
sweet juices.

After a minute or so, during which time she gave me a couple of good
orgasms, she stood up and licked her lips.

“You taste as good as ever,” she said.

“I want a taste,” said Bill.

“You can suck her out later,” said Jane, steering me toward the bed.
“Right now, Carol here wants to feel that cock of yours inside her cunt,
that’s right, isn’t it Carol?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” I said.

“Okay, come here and get fucked,” said Bill.

“How do you want it?” asked Jane.

“Well, Jane,” I said. “It would be nice if you sat on my face so
that I could suck you out, while Bill fucked my pussy with his lovely
cock.”

“Now, that’s what I call a good idea,” said Jane.

I smiled and nodded, and I was pleased that she was going along with
what I wanted. This really was a secret desire come true, and I was sure
I was really going to enjoy every single thing that happened to me
during the course of the night.

I lay flat on my back, and then Jane moved up the bed and within a
few seconds she was crouched over my face, so that by looking up I could
see every single detail of her pussy.

Large drops of pussy juice were dripping down from her cunt, and
these were soon splashing over my face, and those drops were hot and
lovely. I opened my mouth and some fell inside and I drank them down
…. They tasted as good as ever.

Bill was watching all this. That is the good thing about a
threesome. A man has so much to watch. It must be a real turn on for a
man to see all that.

Anyway, she was above my face and her hot cunt was dripping juice,
and I was drinking it down making my own pussy produce gobs of juice of
it’s own.

Then Jane sat all the way down smothering my mouth with her pungent
pussy. It gave me both the opportunity and the pleasure to snake my
tongue up into her cunt and begin licking her out.

I heard her shout with joy as my tongue went up inside her, and soon
she was shaking like mad, proving that my efforts were making her cum
again and again.

I sucked away, lapped away up there inside her nice tasty pussy
hole, and then I felt something that made me have a huge climax.

What I felt was the head of a huge cock against my cunt lips, and
that is the sensation that will give any woman a mind blowing orgasm.

That cockhead of Bills was all purple, hot and huge, throbbing as he
pushed it gently against my pussy lips. I felt him increase the
pressure, then felt my lips part and my cunt cream flood and cover that
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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We thought we would tell you a little more about ourselves and
what we like so you can get a little better idea about us.

Carol is 31 years old 5′4″, 38C and multi-orgasmic and bi.
She has had many bi experiences that she has really enjoyed and
likes when the female that joins us as a couple or single is bi or
bi-curious. She also enjoys trying new, exciting and different
things with other females. Carol is open about bi however, she is
not pushy about it.

We’ve told you about Carol and her bi interest, now about her
other side. First, Carol is great in bed. She gives excellent
head to another guy but doesn’t like to swallow when he climaxes.
She prefers to have him climax on her instead of in her mouth. She
knows how to use her hands real well during foreplay and while
she’s giving head. She loves intercourse and likes all different
positions. In fact her best orgasms are during penetration, that’s
when she likes to cum best. Her multiple orgasms during
penetration are an exciting experience for all. Over all, Carol is
very hot and fun to be with. She also enjoys taking two guys on at
once. Carol enjoys making it with another guy while her husband
watches and then also joins in. Carol likes many different
positions and has a few when being penetrated a certain way that
really send her into sheer ecstasy. She enjoys having a guy give
her head, but she likes it gentle, in fact, she doesn’t like it
when the guy is rough at all. She is not really into greek but on
occasion likes two cocks in her pussy at the same time.

Now about Bill, he’s 33 years old 6′2″, strait and somewhat
open-minded. There isn’t much he doesn’t like as long as it is
nothing with pain. He enjoys getting head and giving head to a
female especially if her juices are sweet. Giving pleasure to a
female is something that he really enjoys. He loves breasts of all
sizes and shapes and loves to caress them, kiss them and even
climax between or on them if the girl doesn’t mind. Also, after he
cums his cock remains hard for quite a while and usually doesn’t go
down after he cums, this way he can keep going to satisfy the lady
over and over. He is easy going and not rough when with a female
and respects her limits. He enjoys two women at the same time. He
thinks it’s neat to have beauty all around and running your hands
like a kid through a bowl of candy not knowing which piece to take
first and trying to take it all. He enjoys watching two females
enjoying each other and also enjoys watching another guy make it
with Carol while he sits back and watches. He enjoys watching X
rated movies and so does Carol. We’re also both open to games that
end up getting everyone undressed and even fondling throughout the
game. We also like low lit rooms that help make the atmosphere
more enjoyable.

All in all we are an easy going couple, who enjoy good, clean,
fun sex. We’re not into drugs (of any kind), pain or anything
real, real kinky but are open minded to new and different things.
We also don’t mind drinking and drink ourself but definitely don’t
like loud rough drunks.

Hopefully all this information helps you feel more comfortable
with us and shows you we are for real and looking for some fun get
togethers.

Anyway, we’d like to find out more about anyone who is
interested in meeting with us based on our likes and dislikes and
then possibly set up a get together. Because of our schedules we
prefer to entertain. Let us know if you can travel to Columbia S.C
for a get together. If not we could possibly travel half way and
can also occasionally do some limited traveling. Columbia, SC
would work out better and give us more flexibility to set something
up the first time and also for additional get togethers. If you’d
like we can first meet at a small lounge for a drink and then when
everyone is comfortable come on back to our house. We have a VCR
player in both the living room and bed room. We can get naked as
the night progresses and once everyone feels comfortable we can
start swinging, swapping, having threesomes and foursomes as the
night goes on. We can do as much as we all want to and try to
fulfill everyone’s fantasies and desires through out the night. So
what do you think? Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?

Again, let me assure you we are a for real couple who is
looking for friends who enjoy friendship and good clean hot adult
fun. We hope you are interested in getting together with us. Drop
us a note or e-mail to Pretty Kitty here on Options BBS telling us
a little more about yourselves and what you like, dislike and any
other information that you feel would interest us. We also prefer
to exchange photos prior to getting together, we are not into photo
collecting but do like to get an idea of what the couple, female or
male is like (we also return all photos when requested and ask the
same when we send ours, you can send nude or clothed and we will
send what we receive). If you write to us at our P.O. Box, please
send a photo, if you have a GIF on file we will gladly download it.

Ours will be on the system shortly. If you’re comfortable and want
us to call you ASAP to set something up or talk before we swap
photos then you can also include your phone number in your response
to us if you like and we’ll give you a call.

Again, we are a for real couple and eager to hear from you
about possibly getting together real soon.

Sexually Yours,
Carol & Bill
P.O. Box 280293
Columbia, South Carolina 29228


Maybe that part, I didn’t make clear in the story. June had made VERY
extensive checks on “Jones” before bringing her daughter over. she had
not only checked him out, but had talked to several of his “bottoms”, and
even observed a couple of his “training” sessions, as a helper, and once
she had let him demonstrate on her, though it wasn’t her “bag” so to speak.
By the time the story starts, the two were good friends, and he had been
teaching her things to use on her daughter, as Lynn had fallen for the
whole bondage-thing through reading about it. After a while though, second-
hand, amateur knowledge wasn’t enough, and Lynn had asked to be introduced
to an expert.

LYNN was a trusting soul, and had never been really hurt in her life.
She had NEVER been abused, not even by a school-bully. She thought
EVERYONE was like the people in the stories she read, caring and thinking
about the other person, even when designing tortures for them, so that
in the end, the recipient always loves the “master” for what he/she does.
Lynn, to put it bluntly, was a romantic.

Her mother June, was anything but. She would go to great lengths to
protect her daughter, and had the personality, and ability to do it.
She’s as tough as a marine drill-sergeant, and could lick double her
weight in professional bar-bouncers. She would do anything to give
Lynn what she felt the girl needed, and if it was a professional B&D
experience, or a baby in the belly, she would see to it.

Perhaps there’s another thing I didn’t make clear, though there are
hints all through the story. “Joe” was a “professional” By that,
I mean he did it for a living. He was good, because he had to be.
He had a business, and he advertised, and he relied on repeat business.
June wouldn’t have set this up with anyone else. He did enjoy his
work, but nobody who gets into THAT line of work does so, if they
don’t like it. Joe prided himself on giving the customer EXACTLY
what he/she ordered. If they wanted to be marked for 3 days, Joe
provide welts and abrasions that would be not noticeable by that
dreaded 4-day-from-now meeting. His customers relied on him, and
he supplied. Joe wasn’t the “best” top in the city, but he was the
best “professional” one. All the others who were any good, did it
for personal pleasure, and quite often paid for the privilege, or
had a “stable” of “bottoms” to work with. Word-of-mouth sort of thing.

IN> about the building of trust, the reliance on trust, and the fantastic
IN> feelings of letting go __after you really trust a person (in many
IN> cases literally with your life.) But the trust always comes first, at
IN> least in the success stories. But that’s real life, or as close as
IN> the world of BD gets to real life, so maybe my comments do not apply
IN> here.

As I said, Lynn trusted EVERYBODY. Really TRUSTED them.
NOT a good idea, as the second story points out.

IN> As always, please take my comments as coming from a completely
IN> friendly direction, and not meant as criticisms of your views or
IN> positions, just as my suggestions for possible improvements in the
IN> story.

I do, I DO!

IN> Finally, I have a question to ponder. You and I like this story. Who
IN> else will? Is it silly to consider the “market” for a story which
IN> will eventually be immortalized on the net, and never see any other
IN> form of publication? What I fear is that the pedo interest may be
IN> squicked by the BD content, the BD types may be squicked by the pedo
IN> content, and the consent concerns I blathered on about above, and
IN> surely somebody will be bothered to learn that people’s mothers have
IN> an interest in sex, or have ever participated. Just something to
IN> think about. I suppose we could put it on the net, when you have
IN> edited as much as you want to, and see what kind of reaction it
IN> brings. I would be interested to see.

THAT doesn’t bother me. SOME people out there will like it.
There are LOTS of stories out there that I don’t like, and
I ignore them. I expect others to do likewise, with these two.

IN> I am looking forward to the next story you are trying to recover. I
IN> will reread this one this week, and probably send you a short list of
IN> spelling and other typographical errors that I noticed, which probably
…End of the part2. To be continued..

“And he was to marry
A girl who shown with beauty and light
And they loved each other
And with me watched the sun set into nights.”

Sarah. I remember the first time I saw her. She stood on the prow of a wooden
fishing ship leaving the bustling docks then traveled through the bay that lay
behind me. Sarah’s long skirt floated out behind her, as did her shining,
unbound hair. I could feel the wind myself. There was a brightness and pure
joy to her smile. The ship slowed as it dropped a dory. A few of the seaman
helped her down into it, where she rowed herself to us.

She scrambled to shore, and rushed into Joe’s arms. I think if I had had arms, I
would have wrapped them around them. It was obvious how much they loved
each other. He led her up to me, and I felt her soft fingers caress my doorway.
“Our home.” Joseph whispered. Sarah’s fingers brushed over the tables,
cushions, furnishings; my walls. I was smooth, clean and bright. She twirled
towards him and smiled. “I love it,” she said. “It’s beautiful, Joseph.”

They sat and talked, ate and planned. I watched them walk out along the now
choppy shoreline, hand in hand. As dusk fell, he pulled her up to my balcony,
carrying a blanket. He lit my lamp and curled up with her against my wall.

Their warmth spread against my cool exterior, as they watched the sun set over
the bay and how Aurora painted the sky in luscious, romantic colors and how it
played over the sails of the ships returning for the night. When the final ray of
sun caught the tip of my light, the ship that dropped her off set anchor and
awaited her dory. Sarah would snuggle into Joseph with a sigh, and he would
lead her down to the shore, where she made her short row back to the ship.

This was their habit for the weekends; her father, who was a fisherman, would
drop her in a dory to visit with Joseph, and pick her back up at the sun’s last
rays. And every evening, before they left, they would watch the sunset on my
balcony.

“She’d had to leave us
My keeper he prayed for her safe return
But when the night came
The weather to a raging storm had turned.”

One Saturday evening, the weather grew rough. They watched from my
balcony as the waves beat against the jagged rocks, the wind twisting Sarah’s
unbound hair and slapping it against my sides. They watched as ships bounced
on the choppy waves and as the sky turned grey and chill, Joseph turned on my
light. They saw her father’s ship fight to get closer to the island, so the dory
wouldn’t get swamped. Joe begged Sarah, “Wave your father off, I’ll row you
to shore myself in the morning.” She kissed him softly. “I want my first night
here to be our wedding night. I can wait. It will be soon.”

He hugged her tightly, and then led her down the stairs. I watched as he placed
her in the dory, kissing her once more. I wished for a voice then, to scream, to
let them know this was no ordinary storm. But I have no voice, and I watched
in distress as her father’s boat was getting pushed by the wind closer and closer
to my shore.

“He watched her ship fight
But in vain against the wild and terrible wind
And me so helpless
As dashed against the rocks she met her end.”

Joseph stood on the shore, watching her dory pitch and swale in the rough
water. Sarah became drenched as the cold rain started to pour down, nearly
flooding the small dory. Joseph yelled into the wind, calling her back, but the
wind tore his voice away.

Her father’s ship started to list, and its bow scraped the rocks on my shore. He
shifted his sails and managed to get back off, but further away from the
struggling dory. The wind began to twist, and even my solid walls began to
quake. Sarah and the dory were flung about like a feather in the breeze. Her
small boat, nearly submerged finally pulled along side her father’s ship. The
ship moved to block the wind, so she might climb on board, the dory lost, when
a particularly nasty gust pushed the boat sideways into my shore. It listed
under the weight of the wet sails. The port side- the side that Sarah had been
climbing- smashed against the rocks. Quickly, the ship sunk beneath the
violent waves as it was torn apart and dragged out to sea.

Joseph ran to the shore, screaming.The storm howled around him as he
searched frantically along the shore. He sought all night as the storm raged.
then on the next day.

“my keeper found her
washed up on the shore
he kissed her cold face
that they’d be together soon he swore. ”

I saw her before he did, her pale, limp body, tossed up on the shore in the first
light of dawn. Joseph was still circling the shore. It was a bright morning and
the sun glistened in her golden hair. He came upon her and fell to his knees at
her side. He brushed the sand from her face. I saw him whisper to her as he
leaned over her slight body and kissed her cheek.

He stumbled away, then turned and walked toward me with grim determined
steps, his face pale and his eyes red from crying and the wind. He reached the
shed and pulled out his shovel before returning to her side.

His tears consecrated the ground to his love as he dug her burial place in the
sand. He lifted her gently, kissed her one last time before placing the sand on
her final resting place.

He left the shovel on top of her sandy grave and trudged back toward me. He
looked up at me, squinting in the now bright sun. He slowly climbed the stairs
to my tower. He sat for a moment, in their usual sunset spot. I felt the wet
warmth of his back.

He stood then took a few steps forward and opened the safety grate to my
railing. I wish I could have closed it. I wish I could have stopped him. He
pressed his body against my side one last time, his fingers gently touching my
face, as if to say goodbye then he ran off the edge of the balcony to land on the
rocks below.

“I saw him crying
Watched as he buried her in the sand
Then climbed my tower
And off the edge of me he ran.

I am a lighthouse
Born by the weather and the waves
And though I am empty
I still warn the sailors on their way.”

I am alone now. Some people even say I am haunted. A new-fangled
automated system replaced my oil lamps, so no one need stay with me
anymore. Majestic sailing ships don’t pass by my shore much these days, just
motor boats speeding past.

I will not forget the happiness I saw, that I shared. As long as I stand, their
love will be remembered.

*thanks to Poison Ivan for the Edits! *
Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002 http://www.asstr.org/~Dryad

“You have no idea how many times I pictured you like this.” He
said.

He leaned over her, kissing her passionately again, her arms
wrapping themselves around his neck then down the tight muscles
of his back.

It was then she felt it, the hard ridge of a scar over his left
shoulder blade. She broke off the kiss suddenly and asked him
quietly. “Is this why you’re home?” in a small, scared voice.
She watched him nod in the half light. She clung to him harder,
realizing how close she was to losing him.

“I promised I’d come home.” He whispered. His eyes looked
suspiciously bright, but it was only a moment before his head
dipped to her breast again, nuzzling their warm curves before
taking it into his mouth. His fingers danced across her skin,
remembering each curve, each dimple. His tongue followed suit
and her hands reached for his shorn scalp. She wiggled beneath
him, until he found her core. She whimpered. It felt so good,
but it had been so long. She pulled on his shoulders, pulling
him up against her length.

“Please just make love to me. I’ve missed you so much…” She
breathed.

He pressed gently but insistently at her center, his arms
supporting his weight over her. He slid smoothly into her.
Slowly he built her up, then stop when he felt her getting to
close. She pulled the pillow over her face, alternating muffled
screams with deep moans. Finally in frustration with his
teasing, she pressed him back, riding him hard, fast until she
screamed unmuffled in climax then fell forward onto his chest.
Sean pulled her into his arms, and pulled the comforter over
them.

“Mommy, are you okay?” Michael came in dragging his blanket. “I
thought I heard you yell.” His eyes opened wide when he saw his
father in bed. He dropped his blanket and launched himself at
Sean.

“DADDY!! I knew you’d be here! I knew you’d be here!” Sean
hugged the little boy close to his chest.

“And how did you know that, Kiddo?”

“Well, you promised that you’d get me a gift from over there.
And well, Santa isn’t here yet, and we haven’t fed the
reindeer…”

“Well, then, I guess we better hurry and put out those oats! We
don’t want Santa to forget whose house this is!” He smiled at
her over his head. “Let me get some clothes on, Mikey, and go
get your coat on.” Michael scampered out of the room.

“I’ll just be a few minutes.” He leaned over and kissed her,
then pulled on his pants and grabbed a coat from the closet. In
the light, she could see the large scar, and she shivered in
fear. How he survived from such a large hit was beyond her, but
she thanked God that he was back with her. Cursed the Army for
not letting her know he was wounded, but knowing Sean, he’d
asked them not to tell her, to spare her worry.

After they came back up, and a potty break, Sean tucked Michael
into bed, reminding him that Santa couldn’t come if he wasn’t
asleep.

“I love you daddy.” He murmured quietly.

“I love you too.” He whispered over him and he kissed Michael’s
cheek.

Once he was out, Sean went into their bedroom, and pulled the
Christmas presents out of the closet.
…End of the part2. To be continued..

“You know, I bet you could paddle out here naked, and no one
would ever know the difference.” His comment jerked her back
from the quiet solitude with a jolt.

“Probably,” she replied distractedly. After a few moments,
though, what he’d said jolted her to reality. Looking around and
seeing no one, she felt devilish.

“You know, you’re right. And it’s getting hot out here…” She
pulled her dress up over her head and threw it into the gunwale
behind her.

He heard the rustle, and turned back to see what she had done.
He chuckled, shaking his head before turning back forward to
continue paddling. The current wasn’t fast here, so she laid
her paddle down, leaning back into the back corner of the canoe,
enjoying the warm spring sunshine on her naked skin. She felt
the canoe bump as he pulled it into an eddy. She closed her
eyes in to the sun, but still felt his eyes on her between
casts. She opened her knees slightly, letting the warm sun tease
her lower lips. She heard his intake of breath and inwardly
smiled. Her fingers absently touched her sex, opening herself
up to the fragrant warmth surrounding her.

She may have dozed, she wasn’t certain. But the next thing she
heard was his putting the fishing pole back into the canoe, and
his pulling up the anchor. “Afternoon. Fish don’t want to bite.
Might as well head back.” She started to sit up, to help paddle
back. “Don’t bother,” he said, “the current will push us back,
and I’ll steer.” She smiled contentedly, seeing the look on his
face.

The neglected wife inside her jumped up and shouted, “I’m gonna
get me some! I’m gonna get me some!” Maybe not now, but
definitely after they put the kids to bed tonight. So she
shifted in the sun, moaning softly under her breath as her
fingers gently stroked her now wet inner lips. She gazed at him
through half lidded eyes, watching his reactions. She brought
one hand up to her breast, teasing the nipples until they stood
out, taut and pert, just waiting for attention.

He shifted in the seat, his hand readjusting himself. He
started to lean forward, but realized what she already knew…
only one of them could be in the front of the canoe. If he were
to join her, they’d tip. She smiled at his discomfiture. It
was then he realized she’d been watching him.

“Two can play that game, you little tease.” And with that, he
pulled his hard length out from his shorts. Staring at the
swollen purple head she’d admired so many times before, she
actually found herself salivating. Salivating and frustrated
because she could no more move to him than he could to her. She
whimpered, causing him to grin. Everything began to tease her.
The rhythm of the current pounding against the canoe, the warm
air currents teasing her skin, even the sounds of bees buzzing
through the wild roses and apple blossoms at the river’s edge.
Her fingers moved faster, trying to relieve the frustration she
was enduring.

Then once again, she heard the hull of the canoe bump and lift
from the water. Since she’d been more or less lying down, she
could not see ahead of them; only the green branches over her
husband’s head. She looked up quickly, and found that they were
on a sandy shoal at the edge of a large grassy flood plain.
Quickly he stumbled out, dragged the canoe solidly up on the
sand and pulled her from her seat. She rushed to keep up,
panting nearly as hard as he. As soon as they were on the
grass, she collapsed to her knees, reaching for his tumescent
prize. Lovingly she slurped down its length, his fingers
tangling through her hair while he moaned. After only a few
minutes, he pushed her away. Without words, she turned onto her
hands and knees and presented him with her wet opening.

Greedily, he thrust his own now wet member into her, causing
them both to moan loudly. He pumped into her, his pace
astonishing. The long grass beneath them brushed her skin,
rasping against her hardened, sensitive nipples, causing sparks
to fly before her eyes. Her body began to tremble announcing
her impending orgasm, since her panting had robbed her of her
voice. Her body stiffened as he pulled out with a groan,
spraying his cum over her rounded backside. Collapsing forward,
she rested her heated skin against the soft, cool grass. After
a few moments, when the orgasm passed, she wobbled down to the
river to rinse off.

“Wow.” She smiled at him. He nodded in agreement.

Catching her breath she added, “I can’t wait to go canoeing
again.”

Copyright 2003 Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com)

Why post my pathetic diary? Easy. While I realize many of us
write in fantasy, I’m tired of 14/16 year olds thinking like 30
year olds. Realism Folks! And what’s more real than an actual
diary? In some respects the writing sucks. I have changed
nothing but actual names. Thought about elaborating, but then,
you’d get my near 30 year brain in places it doesn’t belong.
This is what it is.
The basics, however, still apply. This is my work, (for better
or worse) is copyrighted by me, and no posting without my prior
permission. Celeste’s blow job principle is still in action
guys. This may or may not include adult situations, so if you’re
not allowed to watch a nc-17 movie, scram. All other enjoy (or
not *shrug *).
**************************************************************
Dating Diary 1988 part 3
By Dryad

Dear Diary, 12/5/88
Mom called my doctor, and he wants me to go to a gynecologist.
My luck-there’s no female gynecologists!
Players is starting a Christmas game. Its called Secret Santa.
For the week of the 12-16th you give the person a present each
day-you receive one too, from a different person. After school
Friday, there’s a meeting. Each person who was in it guesses who
his/her secret santa is-if you’re wrong, you make an idiot of
yourself; but nothing happens if you are right.
So far only 3 people have signed up for it. I figure this out
to help narrow it down a little (yes, I joined into doing it!)

Dear Diary, 12/13/88
I’m sorry I’ve neglected you but, well, you know how it is.
Today has been a day of ups and downs. First, I know I failed my
English test (vocab and myth) and I got an 88 on my Grammar
test! Then in chemistry, the teacher only gave us the problem
part of the test, which was a snap. Then I got a warning in
Algebra. I didn’t even get my gift from secret santa (yesterday
I got a little thing of lip gloss-children’s lipgloss!) I’ll get
back to that later.
On the bus on the way home, Jason smacked me on the forehead
once and hide in the seat so I didn’t see him, then he’d do it
again. I always believed 3 strikes and your out, so I got up out
of my seat; He turned around and went to go in the back and I
grabbed a handful of hair and pulled back-hard. We got into a
scuffle which I got the better of. That was pretty cowardly-
hitting from the back then hitting a girl? Most ungentlemanly
like. That could be taken as a good or a bad. I now reinforced
that I’m not to be reckoned with and made Jason look like a
fool, so he’ll probably want revenge. Mom found out and said I
should have told the bus driver-I was in the second seat, and
the bus driver saw!
I told mom he started it, he did it more than once, and I got
sick of it, and I’d be damned if he was gonna hit me again! So
much for my fight, he doesn’t deserve the ink I’m writing with.
I am being mean to Sandra, my secret santa person. I created a
riddle to help her guess who I am. Monday I gave her a candy
cane wreath. Today I gave her a pin that said “of course God
made man first–As a rough draft!” She thinks women are superior
to men. I’ve gotta go now, its past my bedtime.

Dear Diary, 12/25/88
Its Christmas! I have gotten a color TV (!) a skirt from Sasha,
3 pairs of socks from Lianne, powder and a Sachet from Chan, I
got perfume, a mini piano, bubble bath from my secret Santa (who
turned out to be Lindsey) sheets and a unicorn blanket from Mr.
and Mrs. Castle, a book about winter gardening and a sachet
holder from Kim and Al. A shirt and a purse from Aunt Edith and
Uncle Maurice. Perfume and pantyhose from Grandma. The last 3
books to Anne of Green Gables from mom and dad. A scientific
calculator and a Reba tape from Katie; more socks, 3 essential
oils (strawberry, violet and rose) a Bellamy Bros. Tape (which I
already had) Peanuts, Macadamia nuts a whole set of different
colored pens. My TV is really great. It has push buttons and is
a 13″. This is just this morning, though we still have this
afternoon. Katie got a synthesizer for her big xmas present.
Actually, its pretty neat-it plays things like fireworks,
popcorn, iceblocks.

Dear Diary, 12/29/88
Its Thursday. The week is going by so fast-I am starting to
write a new book-between Rainbow Valley and Rilla of Ingleside.
I am trying something new; I write a chapter, correct it until I
feel it’s perfect, then go on to the next chapter. I got a raise
in work. I bought Reba’s new tape-sounds pretty good. Paid mom
back and put the money in the bank.-my next check I pay mom for
the tape put half in the bank, school clothes and “Further
Chronicles of Avonlea”. I got that stupid rash back (Yuck!)
I talked with Josh today at the music store. He introduced me
to his father. (saying about Aunt Laura, since his mom went to
school with her-which reminds me, I still have to send a thank
you letter…oh shoot!)
I now have $936 (or something to that extent) in the bank. Or
was it $948? I don’t know and I’m too lazy to look it up! “Rilla
of Ingleside” was soooooo extremely pathetic! Walter gets killed
in the First WW. Jem comes back with a limp, Carl (Meredith)
lost an eye. Rill at first was a spoiled brat, but then she
“adopts a war baby”. The mother had died and she became a much
better person for it. (let me tell you!) Diary, its too bad you
can’t read, this is like the best book I have ever read (and I
have read more books than anyone could imagine!) All my plants
are dying-yes, I’m a murderess-I never could keep a plant alive
in my room-except that stupid cactus which always comes back! I
really must go to bed now!

To be Continued
in
Dating Diaries, 1989

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

Work in Progress

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