The phone screen lit up again, and Bertie thanked his instincts again for putting the device on silent before he’d gone to bed. He rolled over on the unfamiliar mattress, hoping it was just his mother checking in or maybe a work emergency. If you want to catch Up, Mill Rush noon tomorrow Great potato skins He’d traveled over six hours in bad weather to be here, to spend the weekend with a friend he hadn’t seen in over a y...

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Have you been a good girl? Leanne refreshed the webpage, half-expecting the listing to vanish as if it never existed, either a trick of her mind or a victim of the public library’s ‘adult content’ firewall. But it returned, same as before, and she dug herself a little further into her cubicle. To answer the question – no, no she hadn’t been a good girl, not by any stretch of the imagination. Even the few friends she had l...

Leaning forward, Roland kissed his way down my body. I shivered at the sensation of his tongue sweeping over my skin. His warm breath drifted over my cock. When he opened his mouth wide and took me inside, I struggled to keep my hips still. But even if I hadn't managed to resist the urge to thrust, it wouldn't have mattered, for Roland effortlessly swallowed my entire length. "Ah, fuck!" I cried through heavy breaths. Sta...

Several times, I'd noticed him watching me. I was working for a landscaping company, which had been hired to tend to a sprawling property in a wealthy neighborhood. The late spring afternoon was warm, and at one point, I started to lift my shirt in order to wipe my face. Glancing at the house next door, I spotted the man yet again. He'd stepped out onto his wraparound porch, phone in his hand. His voice, low and deep, occ...

Glowering at Jackson, I spoke in an equally cold voice. "What are you doing here?" I noticed his jaw tighten. Clearly, he thought I'd be thrilled by his unexpected appearance at my job. He'd never showed up here before; hell, I was surprised he remembered where I worked. For a moment, he looked uncertain. Running a hand through his dark hair, he seemed to struggle for the right words. "I couldn't reach you," he finally bl...

I wasn't scheduled to work again until Monday afternoon, and though I wished I could see Arden sooner, I figured I'd spend my weekend studying. But on Saturday evening, as I settled onto the couch with my laptop and a cup of tea, I still held out hope that I'd hear from my boss. I knew he was at the store, working alongside another employee, and they'd be closing soon. It was a constant struggle to try to focus on my stud...

I readily lifted my arms so Arden could pull my dress over my head. His gaze grew hotter as it swept over my bare skin, lingering on the breast he'd already exposed. When I started to take off my bra, he grasped my wrist. "Let Daddy," he insisted. The sound of my rapid breathing filled the otherwise quiet room. Arden's fingers deftly worked to unclasp my bra, and the way he stripped me of the undergarment sent a shiver th...

That Friday evening in early spring, I should have been happy. I was a junior in college, with excellent grades and a large circle of friends. But as Arden and I closed up the bookstore at a little after nine, I couldn't hide my despondency. Though I'd been unfailingly pleasant and helpful to customers since I'd showed up for work earlier that afternoon, I knew my boss sensed something was wrong. Yet he waited until we we...

Christ, it was miserable outside! Not yet noon, but the humidity gave the air a swampy feel. It would soon be scorching. My wife was out of town, traveling for work, and she made me promise to water her geraniums twice a day while she was gone. Out on the patio, I caught sight of my neighbors' son heading toward their backyard pool. He was home from college for the summer, and though we always exchanged polite waves, I'd...

I glowered at my phone, my mood darkening as I read the latest text from my girlfriend. "Goddamn it," I muttered. Cameron, my roommate, strolled into the living room at that moment. "Let me guess," he said. "Kendra's still pissed at you." "Yep." Sighing heavily, I tossed the phone onto the couch cushion next to me. "How long is she going to punish me for saying I don't want to go to her friend's bridal shower? I mean, who...