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Misbehaving

I wanted to call this misbehaving masturbator. – Home in five. She didn’t think she could wait that long. Her cunt ached. Rolling to her belly, she squeezed her breast before jamming her hand between her thighs. The tease of a long day could be felt in the heat and wetness that met her fingers. …

Regret

She wore the dress he liked, low in the front and the back. Her thigh peeked out of the long slit when she took a step. He couldn’t help the way his eyes slid down the line of her body. He never could help himself and time hadn’t changed that at all. He stood to …

Lunchtime

Quickie. She hopped up on his desk, sitting on his documents as she made herself comfortable. He’d just make her to move his computer before she’d sat. “Mr. K. It’s lunchtime, innit?” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he drew in a breath. “Sarah, what did I tell you about coming in to the office …

Quiet

“Can you be quiet for me?” His cock slid deep into her cunt and she barely held back her cry. The way he spooned around her, lifting her leg to drape it over his thigh. She covered her mouth as he inched in a little deeper. Fuck, that felt good. “Don’t want the kids to …

Keepers

“Finders, keepers. Losers, weepers.” “For fuck sake, are you twelve? Give me back my underwear.” He moved out of the way when she tried to reach for the tiny red scrape of fabric she claimed was underwear. She made a noise and grasped at them again, her body pressed into his. He kept them enough …

Pup

A view of Cara kneeling, bum to the camera, brown tail with a white tip on in post titled Bushy Tailed

Struggle to get back into the groove of writing. So I’ll keep this one shortish. “Time to play.” He said it and she felt the change come over her. Without being asked, she grabbed her collar, ears, and tail plug after stripping off her clothes. She brought him everything and then knelt in front of …

Jekyll

Playing catch up. JH was hunched over his journal, scribbling quickly as Annika served his afternoon tea. He ignored her as she sat a cup on a saucer and poured the oolong and added a cube of sugar. She added a scone and topped it with clotted cream before exiting his office as quietly as …

Insecure

Cara's bum with some marks on it, by a window where it's got light and shadow on it.

I’ll circle back to H. Hopefully? Anyway, a little close to home, this one. – The mirror was never forgiving. She felt… “Fuck. I look terrible.” He looked up from his computer. His eyes slid from her hair up in a loose ponytail, down her body clad in a summer dress that clung to her …

Fucking (with) Gretel

My attempt to catch up with F and G. It wants to be a bigger story and I may when listen to it. *Warning for forced sexual contact* – Through the woods… “Hansel?” They’d entered the woods together, him directly in front of her as they’d started their trek to maman‘s. Somehow, Gretel lost him …