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The Wildman

Hi, my name is Michele. I'm in my mid forties, and a married mother of two. I'm not tall or skinny, but I'm not lazy either. I love hiking and camping and just being in nature. I always have. I don't know why, nor can I explain the sense of peace when I'm alone in the woods. Because of this I try to get a couple weekends per year to just go and relax in the woods at some remote place. This last year work was just too much so I couldn't get much time off until mid September. By then the weather was getting cooler at night but the days were still fairly warm. I was able to get a full week off, and with my family's blessing I drove up to the north woods in Wisconsin. It was mid afternoon before I found the trail in to the remote camp site I located on the map. I parked my car and headed in after collecting all my things. It was a two mile hike in before I found the site. The trail was overgrown and not much more than a six inch opening through the trees. Not ...
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The Shinashoa Express

The train stood like a sleeping serpent up to its belly on Platform 7; the trail of humans disgorging steadily from its stomach only to be replaced almost as quickly. The Shinashoa express was a gateway for commuters from the backwater farmland of the western delta into the surrounding cities and beyond, where money could be made and families fed. Rebecca checked her ticket. The Chinese were delightful in their efficiency in regards to their signposting of the public transport system as the digits on the trackside billboard flicked through in a flurry of black and white to come to rest at 1092. She double checked her ticket, knowing full well that the numbers corresponded. She towed her large port manteau to the nearest cabin door and with the aid of an eager porter found her way into one of the first class apartments. The perks of being on a business trip and doing a job that her immediate boss avoided like the plague was that he would sign off on almost anything if it meant he coul...
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Flush Pt. 01

[Previously published in written form under the title "The Flushing."] * * * * * * * * * * Your voice fills my head through the headphones. "Stay on your knees with your mouth open, until I tell you you can move, you filthy whore." I can feel the moistness between my bare thighs as I kneel on the cold tiles of the shower floor and you continue your pre-recorded dirty talk. I wait obediently, blindfolded, mouth open, hands clasped behind me, my nipples chilled and hardening in arousal, wondering whether I will be drinking your cum or your piss, excited by both prospects. I like this game. I like not knowing what to expect, being utterly at your mercy. You often play with me like this, to keep me off balance. Once you left me kneeling here all night long, just to see if I'd do it, to test my commitment and obedience to you. And of course I did stay there, just as I was told, until you finally arrived for your morning piss and released me afterward. My knees were...
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