This is How it Starts

It starts like this. Worse for wear again, but worser. Morning – or light enough to make out shapes at any rate. But silent, until a slap of metal on metal. An eye appears at a tiny, blinding window. ‘How’d a slip of a thing like you end up here?’ says the eye. ‘Don’t know,’ I says. On my life that’s true. My hand aches, the knuckles tender, but the rest’s a blur. Don’t matter. This

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Becky In Charge – Chapter One

Becky had had a busy day at school. She had spent the last week taking exams and was pleased with the way the week had gone and was pretty sure she would get good enough grades to get in to the sixth form. The last exam was yesterday and today was netball and she was in the first team. The game went well and they won. This afternoon was supposed to be relaxing. Well not exactly relaxing but

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My wife and our new neighbor part fourteen

The next twenty days went much the same, she did sleep with Kevin every Wednesday; she needed to be fucked. We were very close when we went to bed and snuggled and kissed for hours, although we didn’t have sex and I never saw her undress, we were still very close and intimate with our kisses and hugs. Kevin’s poker nights were canceled until after the holidays, so he spent every

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The Cabin – Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Every year my mother, sister and I all went to our grandparent’s cabin in the woods just after Christmas to remove ourselves from all the materiality in the world now. Don’t get me wrong, we were materialistic as well, we just like to reconnect with nature and remind ourselves where we came from. Our great-great-great grandfather was a frontiersman in North America during the

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I Know It's Wrong Part 3

I know it’s wrong, but these days, I just can’t resist my beautiful daughter. Megan’s teasing had become so bad around the house, even when my wife was around. Megan would walk into the kitchen again, wearing white little panties showing off her perfect ass and stunning legs. When she would open the fridge and bend over, wiggling her sexy bum from side to side, I’d admire the view again

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Satin, Lace, & Lust

“I’m upstairs, baby!” I’ve barely closed the door as her voice floats down the staircase. I throw my coat onto a hook and drop my keys in the tray like I do every evening. My tie, already loosened after a long day, is tugged free at last as I kick my shoes into the shoe rack by the front door. The house smells faintly of candles and, as I walk down the lamp lit hallway, I see the

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A Rare Beauty: Part 1 of 2

It would be cliché to say that I saw her the moment she walked in the door, just as it would be both cliché and trite to say that it was love at first sight. Both would also be untrue. The truth is that I have no idea when she walked in; I was sitting at the bar, my back to the door, watching a football game, and I barely noticed her when she slid onto the bar stool two places to my left.

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She Loved To Go Dancing – And Dancing Led To Sex

Sandra loved to dance. Unfortunately her husband had been born with two left feet and absolutely no sense of rhythm, so for the twenty years of her marriage she had had to content herself with dancing with her children around the living room. She had tried line dancing and even country dancing at the local village hall, but energetic as that was, there was something missing. What she

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Rocky and Ronda

I didn’t believe it. There I was sitting in a bar on the Greek Isle of Los. Working hard all those summers during high school and college, I saved my money. Now it was paying off. I deserved a vacation, and the Mediterranean was my first choice. Lots of girls, dancing and booze, my three favorites and in that order. The music was changing as the clock pushed past eleven. The DJ was playing

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Snow Day

I wake with a long low moan, hands on my thighs holding me still. It’s daylight. It can’t be daylight. I panic for a moment until the flicker of his tongue over my clit makes my back arch. “Stop, I- I’m late.” But my feeble excuses land on deaf ears as his slips one long finger into me and I am lost again to blearily confused and disoriented pleasure. “Snow day, Darling, just relax,”

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