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At the Farm – Part two

"Lisa is starting to suspect something is going on between her master and Sara."

Sara scooped up some more water and poured it over the new maid's head. Her curly, sunny yellow hair straightened when it got wet, and lay tightly over her shoulders and bare breasts. The new girl - Lisa - had...

At The Farm – Part One

"The young Lisa arrives at Mr. Karlsson's farm to begin her new life as a maid."

Lisa nervously adjusted her skirt as she waited in her new patron's dining room. She had traveled for three days in a horse-drawn carriage to get here and had never met the great farmer Karlsson herself, for whom she would...

The feelings you inspire in me

"Some thoughts from my head and lower down my body"

I should start my verse with something nice,My pencil wants to channel only vice.A line or two about your elegance and class,But I keep thinking of my hands kneading your ass.The way you walk so elegant and graceful,Your curves entice,...

Burning Desire

"The sight of him makes me weak in the knees."

I saw his eyes were cold and dark.The look of fear and sadness.I saw deeper past that to his soul.Burning with red hot desire. I hadn’t seen that desire in months.Every time I saw it, my panties dampened without even thinking.Those...

I never thought you’d do it

"Sometimes you do the naughtiest things to me."

Everyone else in the bar was deep in conversation. We were silent, staring into each other's eyes. Your hand made my thighs quiver as I perched on the edge of a barstool with you standing next to me.Your sensitive touch...

Incest

"I remember dad having sex with teenage me; as a mom, I have sex with my son."

I watched Toby sleep. My sixteen-year-old son slept naked these days and was only half-covered by a sheet and the bedspread, his bare back and one leg exposed. He lay on his tummy, his head on the pillow, his mouth...

Gang Bang

"A date with my owner's friend turns into a real gang bang..."

God, I'm perverted, I thought to myself. I was old enough to be the grandmother of the three teenage Latino gangsters groping my big ass while we walked up Mission St. The tight Lycra mesh dress I wore hid nothing....

They weren’t ever supposed to beMore than those three words…I love youThey were supposed to remain hidden,Buried in the secrets of our skin,Camouflaged by the furtive touches,Safely shieldedBehind the depth of our stare.But they bubbled to the surface,Penetrated every other...