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Ten days had passed since returning from our Nevada road trip. June stopped by my place, distressed and ready to spill her guts. June said, "Matthew, I need to get something off my chest." I quipped, "Hopefully, your blouse." June replied, " No, well, lat...

Arianrhod

In the past, a virgin bride lost her cherry to the local Priest, but what if there was none to pop?

Walden and Bayard crouched low in the grasses beyond the crumbling stone wall outside Carmarthen Abbey. The young squire's leather skull-cap kept slipping down over his eyes each time his jaw turned and stretched wide to gnaw off another bite from the mut...