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I don't have many black friends, male or female. But there was this one black girl that came by the office about every 10 to 14 days to take inventory. Her name was Audrey, about 35 years old, 5'2'' 110 pounds. I'd say she measured about 36-24-34, and knew how to dress to make the most of her assets. She wore expensive looking trendy clothes, a lot of black leather, leather pants, leather vest, sometime even a leather hat. She was always fixed up nice and a little flirtatious or at least very friendly. Any time, she was around, the conversation...

Hey folks. So here’s a thing that happened: I was over in the writers’ lounge and there was a bit of a general grump going on. Among the causes of the discontent was a general feeling that grammar and ‘good writing’ (whatever that is) are not as well represented as they might be among the top stories on this site. Understandably, people looking for fuck stories are not predisposed to reserve their upvotes for a masterfully employed semicolon; nor are they likely to stay their hand from downvoting a story because of its refusal to carelessly split infinitives. One of the...