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Show Me What You See
“We should make some porn.” I say it casually, as I take a sip from my mug, waiting for his response. His eyes flash and his lip curls slightly. “Oh?” He’s intrigued and…
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Of Course
She’s moving between my legs, dragging hot kisses down my thighs, her eyes peeking over my mound, eyebrows waggling. “Ugh, you don’t need to do this … I can’t believe you want to …”…
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Panty Thief
Nate sat in the armchair in the corner of his room, naked, cross legged. His tablet was perched precariously on the arm of the chair, the same short video playing that he had…
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Marking Time
“Oh, Miss. You’re so …” He’s pulling at his bonds, wiggling his nakedness into the bed, struggling with delight. “I’m so what?” The tip of the riding crop punctuates my question as it…
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Elust 113
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Pillow Slip
Bill had left for the war in the autumn but Betty’s nightmares had started while he was still at home. Before he’d left, when the dreams first began, he would wake her and…
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The Stranger
The wind howled around the corners of the cabin and the storm raged on. They arrived after nightfall, greeted by torrential rain falling through the heavy cedar forest. The cabin was rustic and…
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No Regrets
“I’m sorry, Sir, it may be an hour at least before the elevator is moving again. If you could please be patient, we …” “I’m out of patience. Surely there’s something you can…
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Amour no more
She watched him sleep, leaving the bed momentarily to open the window and let in the warm night air. The buzz of neon from the bar sign downstairs was soothing, vaguely reminiscent of…
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The Last Eight Letters
My Dearest Edward, I’m sorry, I cannot heed your warning, I cannot stop myself from this affliction of passion. Your last letter was so ominous, it filled me with dread, and still, I…
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Marks
“Purple seemed more appropriate than red … because, well, your name.” I took the roses from him and he shrugged off his coat without hesitation, stooped to untie his boots and tucked his…
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Book Lust
Draw your finger down my spine. Take in the smell of me. My pages are soft, shuffling against your thumbs as you spread them. Be careful not to be cut, for I am…