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More Than A Fling

I woke up the next morning with the older man I went home with

I awoke a few hours later with the feel of his hand brushing along my cheek. My face was tucked in under his chin and I let out a small sound of protest at being woken up. “Hey,” I heard him say. “I need my arm back.” I tilted my head and my eyelids flutt...

The Next Morning

The next morning your partner finds you standing in the kitchen in a sexy dress after a night of intense sex, what would happen?

I'm standing in the kitchen when I hear someone walking towards me, I don't look back because I know who is coming. "I wanted to bring you breakfast," I say when I feel his arms around me and his lips on my shoulder. "I should do that after last night," h...

The Politics of Panties

Even if you haven't, you've thought about it.

“Shit.” “Whatsa matter?” He rolls over, yawning. “Can't find my panties.” “Leave 'em in the Uber?” She snorts. “I wasn't that drunk. Was I?” “Let's fuck.” “Can't.” She shimmies into her skirt sans panties. “Gotta run, get ready for work.” “Maybe we can do...

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Dorothy Surrenders Part 2 - Morning

What she did after losing her virginity.

The sun poked through Dorothy's bedroom window. She still slept naked next to me, her head resting softly on my arm. I smiled as I looked at her. It had been quite a night for both of us. I slipped my arm out from underneath her and I rose. I put on my un...

A Homecoming. Chapter 14.

About love and lust, finally sisterly shared!

On Thursday morning, Ben and Christine were woken by the alarm set on Christine’s phone. When Ben turned to Christine to embrace her, she laughed and struggled free. She apologised, “I’m sorry, Ben. I should have reset my getting-up time for an hour earli...

Breakfast?

Waking up, is there time for breakfast or..?

I wake first. The morning light shining through a gap in the curtains. I turn my head and see him, lying on his back. I look at his cock, flaccid, draped over his thigh. I watch the rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps. I get on my hands and knees and...