I find myself reaching for my phone even though we both know I'm not alone.It's only a matter of seconds before you're making me smile. Just the way you always do.And only a matter of minutes before I'm pressing my legs together and...
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Horny @ Home: Mother & Son
"With schools closed over virus fears, Angela’s son returns home to his naughty mother"
Angela Brandt rolled over on her bed onto her back, one hand sliding up the purple silk lingerie nightie to her breasts while the other hand held the phone to her ear.“I’m pulling your pants down,” she was saying. “Looking...
The phone call
"Summer Rain"
Lying on the couch with my legs opened widefacing the door with a windowI feel my excitement rise insideI pull my dress openbuttons flying aroundmy breasts and stiff nipplesmake my pussy twinge hardAlready my pussy is moistand it's starting to dripas I think of the phone callthat...
Saturday Night’s Alright for Sexting
"It's knowing it's wrong that makes it so exciting"
That evening, Emily was in the bedroom looking for some clean knickers when her phone warbled unexpectedly.- thinking of you princess - Oh fuck. It was a text from her lover. She’d told him not to message her when her husband...
A Thousand Words
"They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but what if it costs everything?"
The picture arrived on my phone with her accompanying message:This one?I tapped, made it full screen. Gasped involuntarily. The deep blue off-the-shoulder dress brought out the same colour in her eyes, dark tresses cascading forward into the lens, backlit by...
Watching Part 2: Meeting Tom
"The phone rings..."
He was standing just a few feet away from her house concealed by the trees. He quickly dialed her phone number on his cell.The phone rang. ooOoo I raced from the bathroom to the living room with my pink bathrobe...
He touched the hem of her skirt first. She was wearing a white summer dress that fell just above her knees. Her dark hair was swept up into a ponytail. The window was wide open, summer heat and traffic noise...
I hate it when we argue
"This poem summarises a bad dream that woke me up several nights ago."
You scared me when we had that tiffBy storming out the doorYou told me that you hated meDon’t love me anymore I hate it when we argueIt always ends the sameBoth of us spit venomAs we try to place the blame Why...
Real Bad Things
"His denial leads to a phone call... and maybe more!"
He picks up the phone from where it's laying, his ring tone playing "Bad Things" by Jace Everett."I know I agreed to let Steve stay here but..." Her voice trailed off reluctantly."But what? Did he drink the last cup of...
Thirteen Steps from Heaven or Hell
"Sheltering from the storm leads to far more temptation than he can take."
The rain tore from the sky, fat droplets hammering the driveway and bouncing almost to my knees as I rapped on my neighbour's front door. Royal blue, I noted, like those short, summer dresses she favours. Like the polka dot...