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Small Fry

Dribble, drabble? More of a flash today. Storyin12 – His mother’s best friend had invited him along to lunch at the local diner. He’d known her for years and had always had a crush on her. They’re meetings were always innocent, but this meal felt… different. She dipped the tip of the French fry in …

Little Foot

Cara's feet on a bed in gray scale/sepia

Today’s drabble for the Storyin12. I’m over today, sorry. – My husband thought he hid his fetish behind being stereotypical Vietnamese family running a nail salon. This was about satisfying a craving. He tried not to be too obvious that he walked around with a massive erecting, but I saw. There was one customer he …

Once More

Cara with a blue jeweled butt plug in

She woke to him weighing her down, his cock sliding through the mess between her thighs. Hot breath blew on her face and his fingers pinched at her nipples. The sloppy sounds of him moving against her filled the room like a depraved symphony. She was awake once more. Her mind was foggy, her body …

Tap Lightly

Pink wax dripping down Cara in post titled Tap lightly

Dread solidified in her gut seconds before the tap at her door. It was so light, but seemed to echo in her head like a death knell. She froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. The tap came again, lighter like the sound of fingernails rapping. Placing her fork beside her plate and rising, she …

Hotel Living

She loved staying in hotels. Loved the fresh white sheets, the free breakfast, the maid service, and not having to clean up after herself. Being able to fuck her husband on that king size bed was always a highlight of any hotel stay. Five weeks of staying in a hotel with her three kids, two …

Remember Your Place

Morning rubs with Rita in a red blanket

Esa crossed her legs and straightened her skirt. Her smile was demure, but the look in her eyes was cold. “You have to understand.” She stopped to take a sip of her drink, her lipstick leaving a light pink print on the rim. “I’ll tolerate a lot from you, but some things cross the line.” …

Gypsy

First part can be found here – Sleep had been elusive last night. Every time Marie closed her eyes, she saw him. His beckoning eyes, his body, his calloused hands. It was more tossing and turning, her body waking hot and needy. “Fucking hell.” She rolled over with a groan, feeling exhausted. It wasn’t a …