The desk

“I won’t go any lower than twelve.” I was sweating, but Mr. Johnson looked calm. He’d been calm for the whole fucking negotiation, all forty-five minutes of it. He was slouched in his black leather[…]

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Showing panties

My iphone pinged telling me I had a text, looking at the pictures from Morgan got my cock very hard. She sent me one picture sitting with legs open showing her black panties. The other[…]

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The clock

Frank often suspected his wife was masturbating in the shower; she was just TOO happy sometimes, while drying off and getting her clothes on. Well, after today he'd know for sure. He had bought a[…]

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The window

After my wife and I divorced the first thing I did after the ink on the divorce papers dried was to move back to the city. I was originally from the city and I had[…]

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First day

"This has been my dream since I went on that historically black college tour!" The girl on the side of me practically beamed. I sighed and lugged my suitcases down the hall to my new[…]

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