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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My box… (pt.4)

"What's the surprise" I said grabbing my clutch.  "You" he said leading me out to the limo. Me, the hell. This man has a lot of mystery to me that shit turns me completely on.[…]

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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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Biker gangbang

It was the Friday afternoon, before the Holiday Weekend, and I was driving the car to the ‘Biker Rally’ and ‘Rock Festival’, when I realized that I had a ‘slow puncture’. My husband, Craig, had[…]

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The book

Jason shifted uncomfortably in the wooden desk. He was staring at the classroom door, waiting for Grace to walk through it. He glanced at the clock—less than a minute before the bell would ring. He[…]

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Belinda

Not to speak ill of the dead, but the guy that lived across the street was a complete ass. He is one of the few people that when he died, instantly improved the life of[…]

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He's back

We live in a small town, I can't name it, but we would all agree that 2500 people is small enough. You'd think that in a town that small, every one would know everyone else's[…]

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