Vineyard

‘I feel it,’ she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere more than where his cock pressed through the layers between them. She kept her gaze on his mouth[…]

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Inside me: c08

Inside Me —– 8 — After a lot of begging with mom to let Montana and her little sister stay over the Labor Day weekend, she finally gave me the go ahead to get permission[…]

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Coming of age

“Amy, can I talk to you for minute in my office?” The young woman who was a college freshman did not know what her supervisor wanted. She had only been on her shift for a[…]

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Pardon

There once lived a woman. She was nice, pretty, had a good attitude with everything she did. But the only thing she hated about herself was her flat chest. It was as flat as a[…]

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Malika's journey part 2

The morning hangover was surprisingly manageable. Despite my romp with a relative stranger, I woke up feeling quite satisfied and guilt-free. Last night felt good and was needed. I turned on my side and saw[…]

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Milk and cookies

“So you’re going off to college,” Mary Peters said to the young man who was painting her house. “In another couple of weeks, Kerry Kimball replied between brush strokes. “My, my,” she sighed while fanning[…]

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Silken manacles

Isn't it funny how the most incongruous of details seem to be the ones that linger in memory in times of extreme duress? This idea fluttered through Diane Greer's scattered thoughts as she watched two[…]

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