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Mountains
My name is Sarah. If you met me, especially if you are a man, the first thing that you would notice is that I have large breasts. Very large breasts. Mountains. In fact, if you are like most men, you will talk to my breasts instead of my face when you first meet me. It…
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Nice Massage
Landing Kate was sitting in Heathrow airport waiting for the flight to Nice when her cell-phone rang. James explained that he was going to be delayed in Paris and would have to take the later flight. He told her that he had got the local office to arrange a car to pick her up and…
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Roman-ce
Roman spectacle would be unthinkable in subsequent centuries. Paul, the Briton, had been set up to fight a horde of poorly trained gladiators, his strength and experience against their numerical superiority. Paul turned to face his last adversary but his sandal caught in the sand. He tripped exhausted and fell onto the blood-soaked sand. He…
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Wars of the Roses
This is a fantasy of a friend of mine told me. It originally had a more generic background, but I turned it into a story with a historical background. Don’t bother telling me that the history is all wrong, the facts have to bend to align with the story. I put this in under the…
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Nice Going
Since I used to live in the south of France, you might even find some tourist information in this story, should you ever visit. Arriving and in the forest She flew into Nice airport. It was June, the best time of year to be on the Cote d’Azur. The weather was hot, but the hordes…