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At The Concert

Posted 6 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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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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My friends and I were so excited to go out and celebrate the end of finals. It had been a grueling past couple weeks of too much studying and not enough partying. So we were ready to make up for lost time. I invited my friends over to get ready at my place. So that we could pregame while getting ready together. We got dressed up in our little, short, body hugging clubbing dresses. And we were off to hit the clubs.

The guys were giving us tons of attention. We were getting so many free drinks. It was so much fun. So we decided to continue down to the clubs at the other end of the street. The vibe down there was different. It was quieter, more upscale, more mature. But we were having a good time. So we didn’t care. We just weren’t ready to stop partying. So we walked in. All eyes turned and stared at us. Suddenly we felt so uncomfortable. It was an elegant restaurant filled with very well dressed, older patrons. They were all looking down their noses at us like we were street whores. Compared to how they were dressed, I understood why.

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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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Do you have a go-to snack in the kitchen? Something a little sweet, that can be grabbed out of a jar, and eaten quickly as you do other things. Mine is marshmallows or chocolate chips. Both are easy to eat on the go, and satisfy, albeit temporarily, a sweet tooth. Imagine my surprise when a friend came over who had never indulged in a sweet snack from the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” My friend asked as I popped a handful of marshmallows in my mouth.

“Having a snack?” I responded, glancing over at my friend across the island countertop. “Would you like some?” I stretched my hand out, offering a handful of nearly gooey marshmallows to him.

“I’ve never had these. What are they?” He gingerly picks one up and gives it an experimental squeeze.

“You’ve never had marshmallows before?” I was dumbfounded.

“No. Growing up we ate mostly rice and vegetables. Occasionally we’d get to have meat. What is a marshmallow?” He responded, continuing to squish the malleable treat in his fingers.

“It’s kind of sweet? Sort of chewy and gooey. It’s very sticky when it melts.” I tried to describe it. I had no clue what…

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Hot For Teacher

Posted 1 month ago by Molly

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I have a problem. I’m hot for my son’s teacher. I’ve broken more than one vibe thinking about him. When I first met him at the Open House in the beginning of the school year I knew I was in trouble. The way he commanded attention at the front of the room. The way he walked around the classroom handing out the syllabus. All I could think of was seeing if I could get him alone. Listening to his voice as he explained his expectations of his students; all I could do was imagine what he’d sound like while he worked me over.

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“Julie, I need a woman.” Whispered his weary, mature voice. He went on to tell me that he has been married for many years. His wife has zero interest in sex. He’s tried everything to make her happy. But she’s not. It’s been years since they’ve been intimate. But he has not cheated on her. And he has no desire to physically have sex with anyone else. He’s fine with experimenting by himself.

But he misses the sensual voice of a sexy woman whispering in his ear. Having someone to chat with and send sexy emojis back and forth and flirt with to get him aroused is what he dreams of. His wife doesn’t even want to communicate with him. She’s heard all of his stories a million times and she just doesn’t care anymore. He would love to have someone that cares about his stories, what he’s been through, and how his day is going. Someone that looks forward to talking to him. A woman that gets excited when she hears his voice on the other line. One that can’t wait to learn more about him. His favorite foods, movies, music, colors, hobbies, interests, and more.

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Resort Confusion

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My husband, Darren, was surprised with an all-inclusive resort vacation. The only catch was his best friend, and his wife would be joining us. I wasn’t thrilled about having to entertain on my vacation, but I couldn’t say no to the idea of white sands and bottomless fruity cocktails.

When we arrived and checked into our suite, I realized the other couple’s room was right across the hall. It seemed silly, but I was too tired from traveling to argue. Darren and the other couple wanted to start the vacation right away, and they dug into the wet bar while I settled into our room. Hours later, when the bedroom door opened, and a body slipped into bed with me, obviously, I thought it would be Darren, not his best friend.

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Barely legal sex is way too much fun! Especially, when you can find a very good girl who likes to do very bad things. The type of girl who always follows directions, so when you tell her to get down on her knees in front of you, she’s down before she can even give it a second thought. The type of girl that you only have to teach once, before she’s swallowing you whole with her eyes screwed shut and spit dripping down her chin.

 

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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

I’ve been in a relationship with a white guy for about a year now. However, I’ve been having sex with Chance, whom I call Daddy. He is a tall 6”2’ muscular man weighing about 220 lbs, young and athletic. He knows I am in a relationship, but that doesn’t stop him from making me his bitch. Chance hasn’t had the best life and lives in a pretty rough neighborhood, but you wouldn’t know that if you saw him out in public. He was always well-groomed and had great hygiene. He smells so good and tastes even better. Ever since he fucked me six months ago, I have not been able to get enough. He calls me over at any time of the day or night, and I go without a second thought. My simple boyfriend is the typical white-collar CEO with a boring office job. Granted that the job comes with a six-figure salary, which is the only reason I stay.

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