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Jordan and the Lady

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Jordan and the Lady





Every day, as he cycled by, Jordan would look to see if he could see her. He was a 19 year old student who lived in digs a few streets away.



He could have taken a quicker, more direct route to College, but he always made a detour, and slowed down as he went past the house. He hoped for a glimpse of this lady whom he described as the 'perfect woman.'



Sometimes, she

Jordan and the Lady Part 3

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Jordan and the Lady Part 3





After the meal, Jordan said goodbye, checked his bike again cycled off home. He had a big grin on his face and a piece of paper in his back pocket.



On the paper were written some dates, which Meg had worked out were very safe dates to invite Jordan round for tea and 'extras.' This was his diary for lust-filled visits till the end of the semester. College girls

Jordan and the Lady Part 2

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Jordan and the Lady Part 2







Thoughts of Jordan, his young, fit, muscular body and his huge joy-stick entered Mrs. Peters mind daily. She dreamed of having him fill her and thrill her.



On the Wednesday afternoon, she saw him go by as usual, but instead of turning to look at her she noticed him wobble on his bike and then stop. She rushed over to see if anything was the matter, only to see

Friday Night Fun

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Friday Night Fun





As she walked into the room she frowned slightly, realising he hadn’t even turned to say “hello”.



She realised he was busy with work, staring intently into the computer screen, trying to fathom how to fill out some report or other. She could see he wasn’t happy.



She sauntered close up behind him, leaned over his right shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek, slipped her

The Awakening

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THE Awakening





As you gently awaken in the early morning light, you lie drinking in the warm



sun rays that fall on our bodies still intertwined.





Your own inward glow which lingered through the night, still remains and you



turn to gaze upon me lovingly, lying there in my naked state.





Bearing a vague likeness to some precious figurine you reserve in your mind, my



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