Trafficked love ch. 8

Chapter Eight: Lessons Learned The Hard Way Angel, Rich, and Emily sat silently in the truck, outside of the motel. Emily was looking out the back passenger window at the fairly vacant motel. No doubt[…]

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An amazing night

The Amazing Night. “I’ll be there in about half an hour.” said Michael. After Chris hung up the phone he was excited for the first time in a long time. His favorite cousin, Michael was[…]

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The sex tutor

My husband Frank and I have a great relationship. Just let me give you a little background. I have known Frank since we were young teenagers. We lived in the same neighborhood, and hung out[…]

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Vineyard

‘I feel it,’ she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere more than where his cock pressed through the layers between them. She kept her gaze on his mouth[…]

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Sarah & karly pt.1

As a high school senior, I decided to join the newspaper at my school. Before the year actually started, our publishing company held a "Boot Camp" sort of thing and extended an invitation to each[…]

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Student painter

My husband and I have a fairly good marriage. After nearly a decade together, we still didn't have any children though. We've been through all the testing. After eliminating anything on my end as the[…]

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The watcher

The phone rang at exactly 10:00 as always. Sandy picked it up but said nothing. Instead she listened for his harsh breathing. His breath was ragged and hurried, he was well into stroking his cock[…]

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Desert party

This is a little, 'An they lived happily ever after' thing I wrote. The days riding had been fantastic. I could not get enough. Fast and flat out across the desert then tight scary trails[…]

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