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How Do You Know

These questions are not new to me or you.

How do you know when the senses lie  And the heart deceives?  It is only a mere smile thrown in your direction,  A manipulation of phrases  Already heard  That quickens your pulse.  And yet,  His name dances off your lips. What words are not spoken when eyes meet  And lock permanently together?  What static flows between two warm willing bodies  And stands hair on its end? How do...Read On

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Nude Holly Day

19-year-old assistant has a summer surprise for her kind boss.

After a signature and a handshake, I escorted my newest client to the door. It was easily the biggest account I’d ever landed. My team and I had a lot of work ahead of us to make sure they were happy. It was our first state-wide campaign, and a steal from a competitor. If we pulled it off, it could mean big things for the company. I turned around to see Holly holding up two slips of...Read On

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An Unexpected Desire

A young woman's lackluster sex life is changed unexpectedly.

Steffani thrashed in her bed, and sweat littered her brow as she slept fitfully. The rain pounded the roof of her home, and her body tossed and turned in rest that was not restful at all. “Honey.” She heard his voice but couldn’t reach him. Her naked body responded to his touch, the feel of his hard yet gentle hands as they roamed along the curve of her breast felt sublime. Even in her...Read On

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Piddling With A Hainted Heart

Piddle: (Intransitive verb) to waste, to throw away, to abandon. [A Euphemism]

Just because she doesn't cry, Doesn't mean a thing. What she's piddling with Is a hainted heart. Sometimes tears Can't cause a river Deep enough for a woman To dip her haint of a heart in --Not when she has lived too long In such a short time. What is the purpose of a tear If not to soothe? For her there is no soothing. A woman can grow dry Inside Like burnt leaves, Discarded among dead...Read On

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Dance with Me

Lucy finally gets the chance to discover whether reality matches up to her fantasies.

I still remember the exact moment that I fell in love with Owen. It wasn’t a gradual realisation or a slow slide into something new. It hit me hard and stayed with me, making the time I spent in his presence a combination of torturous and comforting from then onward. I’d been waiting for my turn to give a speech at his younger sister’s eighteenth birthday party, and although we’d never...Read On

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Afternoon Sex Outside on a Mountain Trail

An afternoon hike in the southern Appalachians is a good time for some sex!

(episode 5) The Christmas Holidays my freshman year had been great so far, there was the Christmas Party at Jennifer’s house, the trip to the mall with Jennifer and her friends. I also had caught up with and hung out with some old buddies. And just two days before Christmas, two girls from UGA with whom I had become really good friends, Kelly and Katie, dropped by to see me for a few minutes...Read On

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My Last Morning With Melissa

Something long, hot and dirty

Ah, Melissa. That’s a name that brings back fond memories of a time of passion and illicit romance. Even now, I can taste the hint of cinnamon on her lips and sense the subtle fragrance of an obscure flower that was the essence of the perfume she wore. Melissa and her husband, a stoic and foolish man whose unpronounceable name I have chosen to forget, lived in the same apartment complex as...Read On

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Saturday Submissive Slut

The Revenge becomes delicious .....

**** This story is a continuation of "Friday Whore" **** She awoke on the Saturday, feeling that many of her muscles had been stretched and used, like having had a hard workout at the gym. She giggled. Well, maybe more like a hard work out as a whore. She softly ran her hands over her body, feeling her skin, feeling her nipples ache from the playing last night. And then, a smile appeared on...Read On

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Boned

Hot Mom's witch costume gets her a bone for her cauldron

Rebecca watched the last of the trick-or-treaters head down the street and checked the clock. With the official hours over, she turned out the porch light and put down the bowl, resisting the urge to indulge with one of the few remaining pieces of candy. She took off her witch hat and shook out a wealth of dark hair, trying not to think about the few strands of gray that she refused to dye...Read On

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How my BFF squirted for her first time

My BFF enjoyed her first time squirting with me and hubby.

The shopping trip was totally unexpected, at least what happened while we were shopping was. To read all about the shopping trip, please read "How my BFF became a FWB". We were so ecstatically and erotically high, and the drinks earlier during dinner didn't help. We knew we were in no condition to drive, so we decided to call a cab. As we waited outside the mall for the taxi, I couldn't keep...Read On

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That Naked Girl From The Internet

Wasn't she that naked girl from the internet?

He looked around his new apartment smiling. The smell of the fresh paint greeted him. He took a deep breath to inhale its aroma. He looked around at the furniture he had just finished moving into place. He thought he had done a pretty neat job. He was exhausted and sweaty having had cleaned the place from top to bottom and moving around the heavy stuff to their proper places. He flopped on...Read On

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Midnight Dreams And Filthy Little Secrets

Midnight dreams are often the filthiest.

I lay in my marriage bed last night. My beloved breathing deeply beside me; his slow, even breaths a constant reminder of his trust, and I dreamt of you. Dreamt of your fingertips owning my soul. Dreamt of your hands; hard and rough, digging into the softness of my flesh. Controlling, demanding... My body aches, and my small breasts heave; the tips swollen and hard, desperately...Read On

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A Family Matter

A Father steps in when his son cannot continue the family line

Jack stepped away from the taxi and turned to watch his daughter in law climbing the short but steep steps to the hotel doors. It was hard not to notice the movements of her shapely bottom under the tight grey skirt. He cursed his son, Colin, under his breath. Suzy was tired; she had been on her feet all day at the trade exhibition while her lazy husband was away playing golf with his friends....Read On

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A Slave's Fate

There are worse things a slave can be forced to do

Hello, little bird. You may not know it, but we have much in common you and I. You were born to fly free on the wind, but fate has betrayed you and now you live in a gilded cage. You are cared for but still a prisoner. I wonder, do you miss flying through the clouds? Or is the golden cage your home? I ask myself this often. I am Asius, a slave to the House of Quintus Lucius Antonius,...Read On

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Midnight

Cameron finally found someone to love...only problem is he's a ghost

    “ Cameron… ” I felt it more than I heard it, my name a chill whisper in the dark that raced up my spine. I sat up, heart hammering in my throat. The sound, or whatever it was, had woken me from a deep middle of the night sleep. I looked around my room, wondering if one of my drunk frat brothers had somehow wandered in. All I saw was darkness and silence. No movement. Nothing....Read On