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The Debt

A tear was rolling down my cheek, but I wasn’t outright crying. I pulled my bonnet off, releasing my hair down my shoulders, and dropped the hat on the glass table of this living room. I pulled the hair back to straighten it. What the hell was I thinking coming here? I unbuttoned my red coat. I know what I was thinking. I was being brave. I was being resolute. I was doing something crazy to...

Added 07 Apr 2018 | Category Reluctance | Votes 13 | Avg Score 4.62 | Views 15,508 | 6 Comments


It was late afternoon when I caught them fucking in the basement. Carlos the custodian had his shirt off and his pants around his ankles. He had the girl pinned to the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her blonde hair and her red plaid skirt bouncing as he pumped into her. I stayed hidden. School was out. There should’ve been no one here except Carlos...

Added 28 Mar 2018 | Category BDSM | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 6,771 | 3 Comments

That Day With My Son

This was the moment that started it all. Here I was sitting on a stool in my kitchen. I was modestly dressed—tennis shoes, black leggings, little pink tank top cropped up high, no bra. This freckle-faced young man named Eric stood between my legs with his hands gently on my waist. I held his face in my hands. I kissed him slowly. Then I opened my lips and waited to see how he’d kiss me back....

Added 10 Mar 2018 | Category Incest | Votes 18 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 12,857 | 9 Comments

Nellie's Busy Saturday

I was bent over, my forearms on the kitchen counter, hands grabbing at the edge for support, trying not to knock over the cups and beer cans. My yellow dress was lifted to my waist, my ass up high, my polka-dot panties around my ankles, my feet up on its tippy-toes to match the height of the man behind me, thrusting his cock into me, like he was trying to hit the ceiling. My hair was flying...

Added 22 Feb 2018 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.65 | Views 9,403 | 5 Comments

Who's That Whore?

I didn’t recognize the girl moaning like that. How could she sink so low? She didn’t even respond to her own name. A man could say, “slut,” and she’d go to him. Another could say, “Whore,” and she’d crawl to him. What could make a girl do that? She was turned on, sure. But where did that inclination come from? Maybe it was the house she’d visit. Whenever she was there, a beast would come out...

Added 10 Feb 2018 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 7 | Avg Score 4.43 | Views 4,781 | 3 Comments

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