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My answering machine was blinking when I woke up. It was my cousin Karen, calling to ask for some help with her computer. “I got a modem, and I need to add it inside my computer. Can you come over tonight and help?” I could, but I didn’t particularly like Karen, but I called and
As Linda is holding both her boys close to her she looks down at them warmly, and a dirty thought crosses her mind as she notices how close they are to her tits. She slowly pushes the two eighteen year olds Jordan and Milo closer to her nipples. They look at each other for a
It happened while I was sick. Well, it was actually when I was getting better but still under the weather enough where I was going to bed very early and sleeping with night sweats and chills. I had the flu for about a week. Rebecca had been very kind and made me soup a few
Part 7 Next was a surprise for Bear as Ma’am spoke. “It’s time for me to shower and we can meet in the kitchen. Right now, my life goes on and there are some redirections I need to make professionally, to give us more time alone. You shower too and start breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast
It first came from her chest. The pain from Jaden bursting her virgin pussy wide open was so intense that she felt her ribs sink into her sternum. Her eyes shot open wide as she felt a low, guttural moan escape her lips like she took a fastball to the kidney. A warmth trickled down
Author’s notes. This one is mainly written by my wife. She thought it might be fun to try to write a story seen from the opposite side. ******** I am a divorced man who lives alone with my 2 daughters. This took place at a time when I was in my early 40s. My youngest
PART 2: Consequences***Sunday morning we awoke to the smell of pancakes. We probably would have slept in a bit longer if Francine did not start banging pots and pans three inches from my head, but I guess she wanted us to enjoy the breakfast she’d made before it got cold. My arm was rather sore
Mrs. Gehres had set out to raise a perfectionist. Theirs was a humble, working-class household, and she had no illusions about being able to send little Gabriele to college, but she believed in hard work and perseverance, and it brought her joy when Gabriele embraced this philosophy. Her daughter excelled in high school, showed no
**All characters are legal adults, over the age of 18** Neil and I agreed there wasn’t anything tying us down, so we may as well move as soon as possible. As he eloquently put it, “The world is out there waiting for us! Let’s have an adventure.” I hired a moving company. Once you get
Weeks had passed since Anne and Pam played in the hot tub and bought Pam’s sex toys. The two talked on the phone frequently, Pam filling Anne in on how she was driving Bill crazy with the role playing. The couple had also had another session with their friends, which went great, and Pam had
“Uhn! Fuck! Zach!” Jenny was gripping the door frame to her en suite, arching her back so that her son Zach could properly hammer her pussy from behind. A month and a half ago Jenny had been as good a wife and mom as anyone could hope for. She kept a great home, cooked, volunteered
When I got home the house was empty, wasn’t at all sure where my parents were. I decided to make myself something to eat when my phone rang, it was my dad. “Hi Dad, what’s up?” “Are you home?” “Yup, just got home a short time ago. Where are you and mom?” “Well, we’re at
I’d been home at least an hour and had already had a swim and showered when Lucia walked into my bedroom. Unlike her normal bedroom attire of stockings, suspenders and peek-a-boo bra with no knickers, she was wearing a long T-shirt. ‘I was getting everything ready for tomorrow, when a problem came up.’ She waved
The Games We Play ** Warning: This story involves what appears to be rape which may trigger some. “Hey, hun, did you pack my tie?” Vince called down the stairs. “It’s already in your suitcase,” his wife yelled up, probably from the kitchen from the sounds of the pots and pans banging around. He smiled
“Is it okay for me to ask for something? I want to be treated a certain way but I don’t want to sound whiny or demanding. Can I ask for something?” “Yes, you have my permission. Describe it for me.” “Well, you know I like it when you use me as a domestic servant. Remember
All people having sexual activity in this story are eighteen and over. Everything clicked into place when my relationship with mum started. Within a couple of weeks, I had a routine going, which suited me as I had my final exams coming up in May. I was studying, also working in the auction house and
This part is told by Lily. (Lily is now 18 years old and therefore is no longer a minor and can perform sexual acts and be involved in sexual relationships.) I sat at the breakfast table alone with my mother, who kept glancing my way. Though she didn’t say a word, I knew exactly what
*Please note — This is my first erotic story and any feedback, positive or negative would be greatly appreciated. It may be a little slow to start but hopefully you’ll enjoy the ending. I am aware that this is probably not perfectly edited as editing is not one of my strengths. If you like the
It is amazing the details the mind recalls from significant events in one’s life. For instance, I can remember every hideous color of the dorm room that I was in when I attempted to seduce a man for the first time. Every detail of the room, in fact, is permanently etched into my memory. As
Your message said it had been a long day at work and you were frustrated. ‘And? What do you want me to do about it?’ I replied. You know I like it when you tell me how much you want me; it reiterates your consent. I wait while you’re typing. ‘I need to forget about