Duane's Experience: A Fictional Narrative

“Cool girl. Men always use that, don 't they? As their defining compliment: ‘she’s a cool girl.’ Cool girl is hot. Cool girl is game. Cool girl fun. Cool girl never gets angry at her man; she only smiles in a chagrin-loving manner and then presents her mouth for fucking… When I met Nick Dunne I knew he wanted “cool girl” and for him I’ll admit I was willing to try. I wax-stripped my pussy raw, I drinked canned beer and watching Adam Sandler movies. I ate cold pizza and remained a size two. I blew him semi-regularly. I lived in the moment, I was fucking game.” - Amy Dunne, Gone

a treasury of adult experiences that range from suggestive and risqué, to unadulterated, rated-X endeavors. What story do you seek to write while you are in town? Or are you a connected local, accustomed to libertine indulgences, and now looking to unearth something rousing and unfamiliar? Whatever led you to learn more about Las Vegas swinger’s clubs, your curiosities are to be fostered instead of squelched. This is America’s Playground, and whatever pleasures you crave, your soul shall be nourished.

I was born on March 24,1999 in Eastland Memorial Hospital. My mother, Shana Davis, and father, Wayne Davis, both graduated from Tarleton University in Stephenville Texas. I have one brother who's older than me by a year and four months his name is Justin Davis. I attended elementary school at Siebert Elementary School. I was one of the youngest in my class and had struggled cause I always felt smaller and was very hostile. But as I started to grow I found myself starting to become less hostile, as I found myself being welcomed as a friend. I began playing sports when I was in the third grade I was always fascinated with football it had been my way to get away from everyday life. When I got into middle school and high school I got

Well let start off saying that its been Awazing getting Here to Davis, I have been through a lot these couple of years, even before I started school.School was something that was a new thing for me because I was born in Mexico and move to the United States for a better living ,so at the time I was 2 when i was staying at my grandparent’s place while my mom found a job and had a house,then she met my dad he was about 20.When we first moved with him there were a lot of people that are better known as my aunts and uncles my grandma and cousins they were all strangers back then.The first couple of years of school father was always strict, he would time me out for not getting all the right I even remember I would cry because my dad told me

She'd have to clean it up and pay Nealie MacGowan, her mother's best friend, and owner of the bar for the glass, but she figured it was well worth it. "Get outta here." She screamed at him and pointed to the exist door. "Is this jerk giving you problems, Lannie?" Alannah looked up and saw her best guy friend, Finn Cassidy. The bar must have been so loud that she didn't hear him come in and walk up until he had spoken. Finn was thin with shoulder length dyed black hair, and dark brown eyes, covered in mascara and eyeliner and dressed in all black expect for his silver lip ring. He had been Alannah's best friend since 3rd grade, and had been the only kid to pay attention to her and play with her on the playground, and she was the only one who didn't judge him for his appearance or attitude. "No, he was just leaving," She said glaring at the man. He looked like he was going to challenge her request, until he looked up at Finn, who looked like he had stepped out of a horror film or a metal music video. Finn flashed him a big grin with sparking, straight, white teeth and the man scrambled out of his stool, and hurried

“Thank you. As hard I’ve worked, I doubt there are many young ladies around to hoodwink me. I can see one now, saying to me, “Would you be shocked if I put on something more comfortable? Even if one would rub my nose in her pussy, I doubt I’ll take the bait.

Denes became interested in how pickup artists communicate with women in graduate school when she started researching the hormone oxytocin. To study how pickup artists seduce so many women she searched for answers online. While searching she the web she found a discussion board that pickup artists were using to discuss how they made women’s oxytocin levels rise. Making not only women trust the pickup artists, but also be seduced into bed by

Represented through his “voice”, the “net of his hair”, and his scent, the unnamed man appeals to the woman’s sense of sight, smell, sound, and touch. (Townsend and McCabe). The man also possesses an insincere southern charm portrayed through a “cold swim

"I have never been with a women before , although I thought about it all the time over the years.Their always seem to be something missing in all my relationships with men. I like to think at 53 it isn't too late to change. My hair is actually a wig.Just In case my hair flies off my head in the heat of the moment, .Because my real hair never grew back right after I had cancer about five years ago. Also, I am pretty frightening looking naked. My ex- husband was completely turned off by my mastectomy scars, stretch marks and a c section scar and wrinkles, so I understand if you have to do it with your eyes closed or leave, Bev said.She looked ready to say more things to deter her, but Sheila cut her

"I've no doubt that you've enticed many a man to learn, though how many you've allowed to do so is a completely different matter." The expression of amusement on the thief's face matched that of the singer's, and he wasn't concerned in the slightest that she'd caught him appreciating her cleavage. In fact, as his eyes met hers again, Duane assumed she displayed it deliberately, and would most likely would be more insulted if he hadn't looked. "Reddell doesn't appear the type of town to provide much of a choice for a woman such as you." He motioned to the men who filled the tables around them, and an eyebrow arched. "However, I wager a few have attempted to prove me wrong?"

Tyler was walking along calm, cool, and collective in the desert and saw ten guys huddling around a campfire not too far from a train. The guys looked and saw Tyler coming as he was minding his own business. They saw him wearing: sandals, blue and white jersey shorts, and a white tang top, with two grey dog tags around my white neck and having my name printed in them saying “Tyler Fluit.” They also saw how ripped I was on body structure too, with my dirty blonde hair and gleaming bluish green eyes.

Clara had learned that male nudity is an important part of the female experience for the women of Garth. It was some sort of matriarchal edict. She had never seen anything like it before, but she did not have a problem with the concept. She had found the nudity of the males fascinating and delightfully entertaining. A glance from a distance at the naked Roo bucks confirmed her interest. They were a sight to behold, thought Clara. And a twinge of excitement she experienced felt good.

“Yes, your honor,” I responded, trying my best to look completely innocent, yet incredibly enticing at the same

When it came to sex the New Woman was more frank and open than her predecessors. She felt free to initiate sexual

Maybe you were wondering from the previous chapters, when did I have my first positive female interaction after all the drama I’ve experienced with the cheap love note ploys and being out of the mix when it came to dressing like others. This chapter will expound on the notion that I tried looking out of state for love and let’s see where it takes us.