Family sex 3

Crissy was thrilled. She crawled up into her father's arms, rubbing her hot virgin body against his hard powerful frame. "Am I as good as Mommy before she left us?" she asked. "Better, baby," Douglas[…]

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Wicked ties

It was official. She was going to kill Steven. What kind of an editor would send a journalist to cover a story as vapid as this one? Laura smirked to herself, disillusioned. The headline, “Derek[…]

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The prima donna

Lisa was what they call a prima donna. She gets her nails done every two weeks like clockwork, won't go out without her makeup on, always dresses in the latest styles, says "ish" to housework,[…]

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The business trip

With the "good nights" and "I love yous" said, he clicked on "End Call" and closed the screen on his laptop. The empty hotel room was closing in around him and he wasn't ready to[…]

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Back stage heat

It was just supposed to be a short nap. I’d been working day and night to get the sets built for our upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet. We’re a small theatre group and can’t[…]

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Toms frustration

It was still quite early for Tom to be returning home on a Saturday night. He’d been hanging around in the car park of the local Somerfield store with a group of his friends, drinking[…]

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Home entertainment

Home Entertainment I had just finished having my shower and was in the process of trying to get dressed when I discovered that I had forgotten to do laundry the week before and I had[…]

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Catch up

We had agreed to meet up for a drink, and you were late. It had been years since I’d seen you and I was nervous. I wasn’t sure how I wanted this to go. I[…]

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Porcelana

The steam rose of his cup of coffee as he stirred his sugar in. Staring into the inky blackness his mind flitted between thoughts of which he wasn't sure. The thought of seeing her again[…]

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Mark the spot

Mark The Spot I was thinking as I walked through the side door of my house that this was probably the worst day of my life. Humiliated at work… no, undermined by a snivelling little[…]

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