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(FTF) Couple Therapy Norman, a thirty seven year old office worker had just finished his work day. He was sitting on a bench in the park that he often visited on nice weathered days to shake away the stress of the day before returning home to Jennifer, his lovely thirty four year old bride. They had been married twelve years, very happy, no kids. Jennifer had started to hint that she felt herself fearing getting less attractive as the years were going by. She still looked great, working out, eating right and taking good care of herself and of her husband who too, kept in shape. Recently, she had been keeping more to herself. Norman knew to give her space and because she was a well-balanced person, he wasn't too worried about it. He got taken out of his reverie by that same old man who waved hello to him as he walked by simply saying 'hi'. He had only chatted for less than a minute with him on a few occasions, as he had with only a few other people, each understanding that the working

“My name is Brayden.” “What?” she screamed. The music was loud, almost deafening. “My name is Brayden.” “Oh, hi Jason! I’m Ally. And that’s my little sis, Maddy over there at the bar.” “No, I’m Brayden. Jason. Whatever.” Danny’s is a dive bar just a few blocks from campus. Out front, you can still see the campus chapel lit up at night. College kids have been stumbling out of Danny’s since the early 1960’s. By some miracle, or more likely by backroom dealing, the inevitable raids by the local Liquor Control Board have never shut the place down. And the kids like it that way. Brayden moves closer to Ally. Her balance not quite all there, but she’s dancing like she doesn’t care, causing the contents of her drink to slosh onto the dance floor. “Lemme put my arm around your waist, so you don’t slip there.” Ally turns her back to Brayden and leans forward just a bit to push out her round derriere into Brayden’s crotch. “You can put your hands here! I’ll even let you rub me,

It was a truly enchanting Christmas dinner. The two stunning cousins, Julia and Jessica, had traveled from Berlin, where they both studied, to Bavaria to celebrate Christmas with their entire family. Everyone was seated at the table—grandma, grandpa, aunts, and uncles. "It's so wonderful that both of you are here!" said Julia's mother. Julia and Jessica smiled in agreement. "And luckily, you both ended things with those losers. Those guys were the worst!" Jessica's father chimed in. "Tim and Chris weren't that bad," Jessica began. Her cousin placed her hand on Jessica's, looked at her sternly, and shook her head slightly. "Oh, let's not start with that. It's Christmas, after all!" Jessica's aunt intervened. The rest of the meal went very harmoniously, but Jessica seemed strangely tense. In the evening, the two of them went to Julia's old room where they would be staying overnight. As soon as they were inside, Julia locked the door. Jessica sat on the bed and sighed, "God, this is

Nick grinned to himself. "That stupid cow has no idea, today I'll catch her in the act!" Nick had suspected for a while that his girlfriend, Lisa, was cheating on him. She was spending more time at work and staying out late. When Lisa suddenly had to go on a business trip, Nick had had enough. Secretly, he checked her credit card statement. Instead of a meeting in Osnabrück, she had booked a flight to Mallorca, probably to meet her new fling. Of course, Nick could have confronted her, but he decided to catch her red-handed. However, he needed a disguise to spy on her on-site. Nick's sister, Julia, was a makeup artist. He told her about Lisa's affair and asked if she could somehow disguise him as a different person. Julia grinned. "A guy? How about transforming you into a young woman instead? It's much more inconspicuous, and you can even become friends with her." Nick reluctantly agreed. With the help of a silicone suit and a lifelike women's mask, Nick became Nicole. In Mallorca

King George sat on his throne, his brow furrowed with concern as rumors of invasion continued to swirl in his kingdom. His trusted advisor, Thomas, had brought the unsettling news to his attention, leaving the king pondering the gravity of the situation. Queen Genevieve, the epitome of beauty and grace, entered the throne room, capturing the attention of all with her radiant presence. Her flowing golden locks cascaded down her back, framing a face adorned with captivating emerald eyes and lips that invited passion with every smile. King George's troubled gaze lifted as he caught sight of his queen's approach. His heart swelled with both love and trust for this extraordinary woman who held his heart in her delicate hands. "My queen," he greeted her with reverence, rising from his throne to meet her halfway. Queen Genevieve glided toward him, her steps as graceful as a swan on a moonlit lake. The fabric of her gown clung to her curves, accentuating her breathtaking figure with every

Roommates Part 1 of 2 "Ugh! Third time!" Trevor mumbled in front of his laptop in the living room he shared with his roommate, Pete. "What's wrong?" "This dating site, they must have all colluded to reject me." Pete went to his room, got his own laptop, activated a type of wireless cloning app and brought it to the living room. "You never told me what kind of women you like, Trev." "Why do you ask?" "I might run into some quality women and maybe, just maybe introduce you to some." "That would be amazing but... Anyways, okay, take a look." He said, turning his laptop towards his friend. Trevor showed him a bunch of dating profiles, short videos and commented on them as well as on some pics that Pete had on his computer, already prepared of course. "So, if I got this right, you like them thin but shapely enough, without exaggeration, nice hair, whatever the style and either angel face, harder features but supermodel material or, trouble maker type. Have I got it right?" Pete

"Do you think this suit makes my ass look big?" Meredith asked, examining her reflection in the full-length mirror, turning from side to side to get different angles. Sylvia, seated on the bed, sighed deeply. "We've gone over this countless times. Your butt looks perfect, your face looks perfect, your curvy body looks perfect. Even those big, perky boobs are just the right size and shape to pass off as the real Meredith. Trust me, you're a spitting image, just as I look exactly like the real Sylvia." Meredith was indeed a vision of beauty. She had long, wavy blonde hair that cascaded down her back, her face was striking with high cheekbones and full lips, her body was fit and curvaceous, and her breast size was a full D-cup, perfectly proportional to her body. Sylvia was equally stunning with her straight brunette hair, sharp facial features, athletic build, and medium-sized breasts. "Meredith" glanced over to the bed next to “Sylvia's”, where the real Meredith and Sylvia lay