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By: Takara | September 09, 2018

I finally picked up my fathers’ watch today after sifting through my drawer of watches to find the perfect one for my interview. I’d recently found this really pretty black shirt, with autumn colored floral print. With the shades of burgundy, tan, blush pink, and maroon, I’d had the perfect watch in mind to compliment my attire. Today I’ll be interviewing for one of the biggest career opportunities I’d been presented with. As a writer, I’ve always dreamt about getting offered a travel opportunity for writers, so this one would definitely put me in the position for that.

  My fathers’ watch had seen better days. The gold had faded and the glass was giving that foggy affect when trying to see the time. The battery died years ago. My fat...

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By: Takara | January 25, 2016

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By: Takara | November 04, 2015

  

I'd been working with Mrs. Jefferson all day. Her nasty divorce was driving me insane. Don't get me wrong I enjoy working with my clients, but it was now 9:30 PM and I have wine and a good book waiting on me when I get home. "Mrs. Jefferson, I think we've built a pretty good case, maybe we should give it a rest for the evening," I said to her, but she was too distracted to hear me. I caught her gazing out of my office window. "The view here is amazing. It makes me feel on top of the world. Such a romantic vantage point of the city" she said. "I completely agree," I said as I stood beside her. She began to cry, but not a loud outburst, more like silent tears. I glanced at her. Although I desperately ...

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By: Takara | November 02, 2015

  The after glow from the moonlight kissed my skin as I made passionate love to this man. The french doors to the patio were opened, and as the delicate breeze made the sheer curtains dance in the air, my body was moist from the energy of this sexual encounter. As his muscular body leaned against the headboard, his muscular left arm wrapped around my waist, I could feel him pushing his dick deeper inside of me. "Fuck me, yes!, I screamed as the intensity increased. I was riding his dick good. He was so hard, to the point where I could feel every inch of him inside of me as he continued to thrust in and out of my pussy. He grabbed my breast with his right hand. His tongue began to gently move around my nipple, the wet saliva s...

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