The intent

A curl was on his thin lip as he watched the young boy. The child’s mother was wiping his lip clean from the ice cream she had allowed him to enjoy moments before. She seemed[…]

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Like a dog

Another true story about the same guy. 2.30am. A text message: "I want to see you tomorrow morning". Our fantasies are always fairly extreme, and when we’re not involved sexually, we’re really good friends. I'm[…]

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Mom making rent

Between the half-closed blinds I could see the soft glow of lamplight illuminate her pink bare breasts— shaking with each forced thrust. Riding reverse, mouth wide open, touching her wiry patch with one hand and[…]

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