Mrs dot

Chapter 1 I guess this is England not empire bay. England, 1964, I was an 18 year old apprentice living at home with my parents, as pretty much all teenagers did back then. Although technically[…]

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Pure pleasure

Mmm…. The sight of it makes my mouth drool So tempting, so irresistible I take it in my hand Lick my lips in anticipation Pulling back the cover I gaze at the hard, red head[…]

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Silver lining

I am a firm believer that through any disaster, man made or natural, there is always a small sparkle of something positive. I had left two weeks prior to the recent disaster that hit America[…]

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A weekend at home

"Dammit, " she said to herself with impatience as she paced along the train platform, thinking again to herself that those who thought New York trains being late was a cliche, didn't know New York.[…]

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Waiting

Waiting My husband wanted me fucked. It was his fantasy to have me full of cum like a sloppy whore. Though you might not be able to guess this by looking at me at work–as[…]

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Falling ch. 09

Chapter 9, In which I am not such a bad girl It was weird enough to be having an impromptu dinner party with my estranged parents, but I'd just found out my girlfriend, Stacey, was[…]

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Fucking mr. shapiro.

Walking into Mr. Talbot’s room, I hitched my backpack farther up on my shoulders, before reaching and tugging my black-and-orange plaid mini-skirt further down over my thighs. I surveyed the room, and, seeing no one,[…]

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