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Losing Control Of Sarah

I never intended to cheat, no I don't think I will stop

I consider myself an average man with a regular job, car, hobbies, and ideals. However, deep down, I know that I am nowhere near normal. Sometimes, I feel like a total deviant. My thoughts can be dark and lustful. I do not act on these thoughts, but they are always there. For example, my neighbors are reasonable people and a lovely family. We occasionally have BBQs or other get-togethers. I am always excited to have their...

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 6 of 7

She had to get up and sit on my face. Every man's dream, at least for most.

"Cheers!" she exclaimed, holding out her can of beer. I rammed mine together with hers and took a big sip. The neighbor's daughter, on the other hand, took a much bigger sip and stopped when it was almost half empty. “I'm not even mad at you anymore. I'm mad at my scumbag parents. Angry that they have the greatest distrust towards their own daughter. I don't think there are any other parents who have as extreme distrust a...

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 5 Of 7

She blinked one eye flirtatiously as she energetically sucked on my thumb

"FUCK!" "Good evening, dear neighbour," it sounded from a deep, warm and friendly voice. It was the father from the rental summer house next door. He stood right up against the front door, and was about to tumble in when I opened it, while the daughter, the deranged harlot, stood carefully in the background. She was nervous, and stood just so far away that my outdoor light could barely pick up her figure, and hid cunningl...

The Neighbor Girl

The neighbor girl explains what Lana is when spelled backward.

The neighborhood was dark and quiet, well past when everyone headed off to bed. I sat in the darkness, enjoying a cigar and sipping bourbon in the silence of night. The sound of our resident owl hoots was interrupted by the rustling of the bushes from between the houses. It was likely a raccoon or possum walking through. It had happened before, and I don't know who was more scared, me or the raccoon. I jumped out of my ch...

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 2 of 7

My gaze was sucked down between her legs, and down to the panties that were in the way. I licked my lips and took a deep solid breath.

The next day I woke up late in the morning, around eleven o'clock, and I was completely shattered. The festivities and the strong tobacco medicine from the night before had completely knocked me out. I lay in bed for a long time before I managed to fight my way out of the bedroom like an old and limping pensioner. I immediately opened the garden door so that the irresistible heat wave inside could escape. The fans were tu...