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At The Concert

Posted 3 days ago by Molly

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The bass was so loud I could feel it in my ribs long before the headliner walked onstage. Lights swept across the crowd in restless colors while thousands of people pressed shoulder to shoulder, sweaty and buzzing with anticipation. I’d barely found space near the middle when he appeared beside me like he’d always been there.

He was tall and good looking. I smiled at him, leaning in close to be heard over the music. “You’re tall.”

He raised his eyebrow and leaned into me further. “Is that a complaint?”

Laughing, I shook my head. “It’s a good thing!” I touched his arm and leaned to see the stage better. I was trying to be casual, but lingered long enough to let him wonder just how casual the evening could be.

The main act started, guitars and drums thrumming through the arena, and the crowd surged forward. I caught herself against his chest, laughing and watching him through my lashes.

“Dangerous spot,” he said.

“You planning to protect me?” I asked, moving to stand directly in front of him. I kept eye contact for a moment before turning back to the stage, moving in time with the music.

As the…

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That Time I Fucked A Cop

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Yesterday, in a call, a guy asked me what the craziest thing I’d ever done was. My mind went blank. How do you pick the craziest thing when you’ve always been a wild girl? It took a second to sort through my memories, and then I remembered that time I suck off a cop. That was pretty wild, I guess. Let me tell you about it.

At the time, I lived in a real small town—the kind where everyone knows everyone and their business. The crime rate was really low, and the local police had nothing better to do than sit in a tree line by the only stop sign in town. Of course, I hadn’t seen him sitting there when I blew past the sign in a hurry. He hit me with the blue lights, and I really didn’t have time or money for a ticket.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains; casting a warm, dappled pattern across the rumpled sheets of our bed. It was one of those rare, quiet Sundays where the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us wrapped in the lazy haze of midday.

I leaned against the headboard, watching him sleep. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was the only sound in the room, save for the soft rustle of the linen every time you shifted. A stray lock of hair fell across his forehead, and I reached across the small distance between us.

Slowly, so as not to wake him, my fingertips barely brushed his cheek; tracing the line of his jaw with a featherlight touch. Trailing my fingers up, I gently brushed the hair off of his forehead. His skin was warm, radiating a comforting heat that seemed to draw me closer. He let out a contented sigh, shifting toward my touch as a faint smile touched the corners of his lips.

I watched as his eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep and dark with a quiet affection that always makes my heart skip. He didn’t speak; instead, he

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The late afternoon sun blazed over the back yard, turning the pool into a shimmering sheet of glass. In the room off the patio, the air conditioner did little to cut through the mounting humidity of the afternoon. Nor did it do anything to cut down on the tension that was building between my son’s college tutor and me.

He was a brilliant and focused grad student. He was sitting hunched over a stack of textbooks, reviewing my son’s latest essay. The man was the picture of academic discipline; but today, his focus was fraying. From across the kitchen counter, I watched the way he adjusted his glasses for the tenth time, and the way his eyes darted toward the sliding glass door led to the patio.

“You look like you’re losing the war with… Hamlet?” I said, leaning forward to try and read the paper upside down. My blouse hung low, showing ample cleavage. I looked up in time to see his eyes dart away from the show I’d inadvertently given him.

I smirked and walked behind him, lightly pressing against his back to look over his shoulder at the scrawled papers beneath him. The scent of citrus and musk enveloped me.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

You can’t call me because “she’s” there. It’s an excuse I’m growing tired of. When we’re together, you claim I know you better than her. That I give you the things she’d never even think to give you. You’ve said I take you places she’s too afraid to explore. Wifey-poo is terribly selfish and never thinks of your feelings, and yet…

Yet you refuse to leave her. Why do you stay when it’s clear she’ll never be me? Your lazy, uncouth wife will never come close to making you as happy and satisfied as I do. The choice is yours; after all, I’d never force you into something you didn’t want to do, but the longer you stay in your sad, little comfort zone, the better the chance is of you losing me.

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S.W.A.K

Posted 2 months ago by Francie

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Do you remember when you started writing your first love notes? How you’d spill your secrets with ink, confident no one but the intended eyes would read them. Did you scribble “S.W.A.K” on the back, or was that something just girls did? Do you remember what it stood for?

Sealed with a kiss. Your confession of love and lust may have been sealed with a press of your lips to the envelope, but I hate to tell you the girl you sent it with shared your words. Even then, you were nothing but a laughing stock to women.

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Our spring break at the coast was wild from the start but it kept getting crazier as it went. My friends were out of control from the beginning. They were hooking up left and right. I was just looking for a Daddy. But all I could see was a bunch of teenagers. And that’s when one of them caught my eye. He was standing on the beach with a group of friends. His long dark brown bangs were swept to one side. And his confidence and charisma gave me older man vibes. I could tell that he was different from most boys his age. There was a maturity about him that stood out. There was something about him that had my heart pounding and my pussy dripping. When he said “hi”, I almost melted. We ended up sitting on the beach and talking for hours. He was so intelligent. I just liked hearing him talk. And he was so funny. He made me laugh so hard. But I knew we only had one night together. He was leaving the next day. Not only was he going to school in another state, but he was an exchange student from The Netherlands.

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His Eight Second Ride

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Air hissed from my lungs when he cinched the rope tight around my ribcage. The binding rope wound around me high enough that it shoved my tits toward my chin, making a deep valley between my breasts. His dark eyes danced with the promise of what was to come. I couldn’t control the wiggle of my hips when he stood over me, shoving his large, calloused hand into the riding glove.

He’d kissed, caressed, and nibbled every nerve ending in my body for hours, but refused to let me release. A slick sheen of sweat coated my flushed body. I needed him inside of me and begged for him to do so, but his calm control held firm. I felt his naked legs against the outside of my thighs when he straddled me. My legs were pressed together between his, then he squatted down. Allowing his thick length to part my pussy lips as he rubbed himself back and forth without entering me. “Such a tight little saddle.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I love planting spring seeds. Nurturing them until those beautiful little bright green sprouts start to emerge from the ground. So I was happily going about my day. It was a crisp and cool spring day. Perfect weather for gardening. I was in my own little world, minding my own business. Of course I was talking to my little seeds to fill them with love and motivation to grow. But I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered it anyway. “Hello, it’s Julie” I greeted the caller.

“Julie, you’re driving me crazy. I’ve been watching you bend over in those little, short shorts for hours. That ass has my cock so hard.” He whispered in a low, super sexy voice.

I looked around at the neighboring houses and wondered which window he was watching from. Normally I might have been a little creeped out. But the sound of his voice was making my body tingle, and my pussy wet. So I decided to tease him a little bit. I started bending over on purpose. And spreading my legs so he could get an even better view.

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