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My Life as a Wittol, Chapter Ten C

  The bright sun glared unwelcomely through the small opening in the curtains when CJ awoke mid-morning with a nagging headache. She sat up in bed as I handed her a cup of coffee. She pulled the sheet up to her waist but left her breasts uncovered and just the sight of my wife’s breasts brought back arousing images from the night before. I asked, “Did you have fun last night?” I laughed as

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Unspoken

At the sight of you I falter,  My facade slips.  I clench my jaw so my tongue doesn’t push The string of hollow words from between my lips.  Stifling the sharp letters, I feel them slashing, Punishment for keeping them silent. Clawing at my throat in a need to escape The place that holds no light. They pierce my heart with their jagged edges In the last feeble attempt to be set free.

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Meeting the in-laws turns into a party

My oldest daughter Hollie had been going out with her current boyfriend Matt for about six months and it seemed that their relationship was getting more serious. Hollie, who is 19 and studying at a nearby university, was clearly besotted with Matt, 20, who was a friendly, affable handsome mixed-race guy. They made for an highly attractive couple – Hollie is 5-5 with long blonde hair,

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The Grimoire – Part 8 – The Tango Evita

I looked up from my book and kneeling at my feet. I saw Agnes in the perfect submissive pose. She was naked and kneeling with her knees spread, open hands on her thighs and back straight. I could see that her pussy had a sheen of wetness which made it look slick and inviting. “What is it, Slut?” “Sir, your Pet is needy. She needs your attention.” Since Agnes had seen my display of

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Rose's Video: Chapter 4: Kate's Date With Rose Second Half

POV: Kate I examined her body for over five minutes as both of us were silent. All she did was play with her pussy and smile at me. I swear I actually felt my love for her becoming stronger. I didn’t even touch my twat, but yet it was dispensing my juice faster than a leaky faucet. “Come on, Mom, take advantage of the hot piece of ass playing with herself right in front of you. I’m not

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Coming of Age

It seems like just yesterday when I was a cute, eighteen-year-old redhead putting on my makeup and admiring myself in the mirror. I remember how it felt when I first stepped into a pair of heels, the first time I painted my toes and applied lipstick to my lips. I looked just like my mother, twenty years younger.  But it wasn’t my mother I was looking at in the mirror. It was me, and I knew

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Annie's Story Chapter 2: A Rediscovery

As I hurried out the door of the physical therapy office, I pulled on my light rain coat and zipped it up.  The weather was by no means dreary or brisk, but I was glad I had grabbed it on my way out of the house this afternoon.  The coat allowed for me to conceal the physical symptoms of my arousal.  However, I had to do my best not to show the arousal in my face, or with my body language. 

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A Blind Man's Dream

I walk the streets Not for money, but a dream. I stand still, and stare, as your face emerges Through the tiny gaps  Between the falling rain. Not a day goes by and Not a night in my dreams. That I do not reach out to touch your lips, Smiling, effortlessly, So close to mine. Perchance to talk, to whisper words, “I want you to be mine.” I want your light to burn bright, In my dreams…

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Working From Home

Claire sat at her large maple desk on her roller chair with arms ready for another day of “work”. She would spend a couple of hours on mm live finding some new blood for her significant business. She glanced down and saw the man crossed legged and naked under her desk, waiting for her when she would tell him he could. He was the latest who had come calling, and she was rather fond of

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Young Experience Changed my life

Although I prefer being somewhat of a cuck now, my intro into this lifestyle was as a bull. When I was in college, I had a class where the professor paired the students for a class project. An Asian guy, in my class, asked me if I would be his partner for the project. I’ll call him Chan. He was from a very wealthy family in South Korea and his dad sent him to the US to study engineering. I

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