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part two: watching her, wanting her… I flopped into bed and turned on the TV. It had been a whirlwind visit with my...
part fourteen: Epilog Devya looked sheepishly enthusiastic — if such a self-contradicting hybrid state can be said to exist. It had been a year and . . ....
A touch of domination Ciara had just spent two hours on the phone explaining to her fiery Irish mother why she needed...
Part two: Punishment and pleasure His fingers dragged over the saturated satin of her thong like live electric wires shooting excitement into her...
Mark was my mentor, and I playfully described him as my “work husband.” He always knew the answer to every question I...
part thirteen: fully engaged And finally . . . the rings. Where once there had been a single padded platform, like a mobile medical office exam...
Part one: Spank me, tough guy… The man leading her was tense, but she was certain Jamie was always tense. The man behind...
part one: watching, waiting, dreaming… I worked from home about twice a week and I assumed he did, as well. At least,...
photo: Jonathan Borba on Unsplash “Where the hell are you, Katie,” I mumbled to myself, alternating between staring at my watch and the entrance to...
My girlfriend Emily has gone up to Napa on a road trip with her friend, Sally O’Sullivan. Irish much? Anyhow, Sally likes...
