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Joanna’s BBC Awakening Ch. 2

"Joanna’s passionate affair with Marcus continues."

The drive home from Marcus’s house was quiet. Joanna’s hand rested possessively on my thigh the entire way home. She looked beautifully exhausted from her long night with Marcus. Her eyes were heavy, skin glowing, and body relaxed in a...

Thursday At The Strip Club

"Lisa breaks rule #1 and fucks two clients at the club and pays the price."

Lisa, Seth and Tomas in the Champaign Room Lisa came home early after her shift on Thursday afternoon. Her makeup was a mess, and it was obviously a drinking day. “Hey, so how was it today?”"It was fun today. I made a...

Incorrigible

"You never know where a career could lead you."

At a very early age, I lost both of my parents. I was bounced from one foster home to another, each saying that I was too much for them to handle. I never seemed to be able to bond with...

The Veronique Arrangement – Part Five

"Everyone told me not to fall for her. So of course I did."

“I should go,” Antoine said. “I didn’t know. I’m intruding.”“It’s fine, really,” Veronique assured him.“Parle-t-il français?” He was asking her if I spoke French.“Oui, un peu.” She told him I spoke a little.“Ah, ok.”It was obvious he had more to...

Fire In An Instant: My First Adventure

"Fifteen years ago at 20, I was Julieta — a young Argentine living perfect love until my boyfriend’s infidelity shattered my heart and awakened a wild freedom that led me into Lisandro’s arms."

Dear readers,My name is Julieta, I’m 35 years old, and I’m from Argentina. I’m lucky enough to have a stable job that lets me live comfortably. I’m 1.70 m tall, I love going to the gym and running, which has...

Sitting on the mattress, I observed Melissa as she knelt on the floor between the cab's seats, playing with her pussy and the remnants of my semen. With playful twinkles in her eyes, she ran her lips down my length.Looking...

Schoolgirl Chapter 4 – The Guidance Counselor

"I’ll take it, of course—think of it as a tax you owe for perving on me—but don’t mistake it for a transaction."

The guidance wing was a sterile corridor of vinyl tile and fluorescent hum, smelling faintly of industrial floor wax and the stale, recycled air of a windowless office block. As Sloan stepped into the inner sanctum of the counselor's office,...