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Seven Hundred and Fifty Words

I haven't spoken seven hundred and fifty words to her since the beginning. It was a deep cut. I bled for her. I burned. A crazy rush of nerves crowded my mouth each time we bumped into each other. Garbled speech. Blushed cheeks. Her smile. Her eyes drowned me and this time I was going to ask. "Maybe... Do you... Um. Think we could..." "I'd love to. Relax." Her hand touched me and my skin drank her in. "Coffee? Dinner?" "Let's just hang out. Meet me at the club later." The Uni club. A jungle of better-looking men. All beating their chests. It didn't matter. "Don't get your hopes up." I told my crazy beating heart. My beer watched me mockingly as I waited for her. She was intercepted by eager men. Her eyes apologised to me as she politely excused herself. This was real. Perhaps a nasty set up. But real. "Hi." I take too long to respond to her smiled hello. "Maybe you could get me a Riesling?" &quo
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No Choice But to Be a Girl

The door swung open and my mother came into the house. I had heard her pull up and it was my job to be standing there when she arrived. I had to have my body fully shaved and I was forced to be wearing a complete set of vintage lingerie under my house dress. Garter belt with nylons, panties, a slip, and a bra. I was 19 years old and for the past year I had been living full time as a girl, despite having a tiny penis between my legs. "Have you been a good girl for mommy today?" Said my mother. "Yes ma'am. I always am." I replied. "You know what I want to hear you say don't you?" She said. "I do." I replied. "Then repeat it after me; 'I am a girl. I am a good girl. I'm ashamed I have a penis in my panties. My penis is disgusting." My mother paused. I repeated; "I am a girl. I am a good girl. I'm ashamed I have a penis in my panties. My penis is disgusting." "That's my girl. You look very pretty ton
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The Morning After Ch. 04

"You're not the jealous type...right? :)" the Snapchat I just got from Darius read. "whhyyy...lol" I had replied. And now my heart was caught in my throat as I watched my screen say that he was typing. The first weekend of the conference had come and I had vibed with a few of the girls and guys and we had made a quick little friendship group. We had decided to travel out of the city for a while and rented an Airbnb for the 6 of us and just were going to check out wineries, bakeries, and maybe do a bit of hiking just for some different scenery. The downside was we went about two and a half hours away and while it broke up the monotony of the same city blocks over and over, it meant that it had been about 24 hours since I had Darius's big, black cock in my throat, ass, or hands. He had decided to hang back and basically party and drink and smoke with the other partiers at the conference. Truth be told that sounded more fun, but hey I didn't want to ditch
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