The Photo Shop Ch. 15

I left my house and veered to the left and further up the block, along towards where my local shopping centre was. While I'd had no need to go shopping, I'd recently discovered running in my area was a great way to get to know the neighbourhood. It was also keeping me away from temptation. Jogging past my neighbours was interesting, it let me compare us all and our various tastes. There were homes where you could definitely tell the origins or ethnicity of the inhabitants within, by simple things like, Buddha's and wooden windchimes, or that weird gold cat with the ever-moving paw you sometimes see in Asian shops or in someone's window. Sometimes it was the curtains and their shape or colours, and other times it was the house itself. Vivek works from home on Fridays, as I always did, and he lived about three blocks from my house in a slightly elevated part of the suburb. After detouring the shopping centre, and beyond that neighbourhood, I took a wide berth and angled

Rooming With RoseAnn Wgaius Chapter 19 RoseAnn's new fetish is getting serious. I woke and tried to get out of bed, but RoseAnn lay an arm across my chest and held me down. I craned my neck and looked at the clock. It was nine. "I should fix your breakfast," I said. "Did you like me using my mouth on you?" I took her in my arms. "How could I not like that?" "It's more exciting than I ever imagined. My ex never asked. He just shoved it down my throat. I couldn't stand that. But when I'm in control...well, maybe you can expect more of it in future." I'd been uncomfortably aware that she'd planned to whip me about now, but it seemed she'd forgotten. That was fine with me. I could gladly wait until some undefined future time. She swung out of bed. "I'm going to take my tampon out now. I'll be dry, so you'll have to use a little oil." My cock swelled at the prospect of yet another orgasm. Was this a

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For a couple hours after she left her tenant's house, Lupe was in a daze. Legs trembling, she took slow steps in her heels to her car, and from her car back to her apartment. She vaguely supposed she should clean herself up. Her makeup was a mess, and she reeked of the man's sweat and cologne. She reeked of the mess she squirted down her legs when he made her cum with his fingers. And of course, she reeked of the load he had left for her, deep in her ass. She had never so much as teased her asshole before, and she had never been aware of the place in her body that his cum now filled. She was hyper-aware of it - it kept pushing its place to the forefront of her mind as she mechanically went through the motions of unlocking her door, going to her room, walking into her bathroom. She had supposed she should undress and take a shower when she caught a look at herself in the mirror. Her slim, nubile body still looked incredible in her clubbing outfit. Her skirt clung to her ass, h

Chilled arctic air swept in around my ankles. Someone had opened the door; I turned to see who it was. My heart sank to see Dr. Fukadavich had returned from her field work so early in the day. Working under Dr. Fukadavich had made me come to regret taking a summer job this close to the North Pole. "Myles," she sneered, "give me an inventory of what we have in the kitchen." I switched brain gears, dropping my focus on editing my photos and did a quick mental walk-through of the research station's kitchen. "We've got three large pots, probably a 16 quart, a 12 quart and a..." "No, you dip shit. I asked you to tell me what kind of food we have stocked in the freezer." She shook her head to emphasize my stupidity as she scraped thick, subarctic mud off her boots onto the floor mat. "We've got god's aplenty of caribou sausage, some ham, a little fish, maybe forty pounds of potatoes, some fresh carrots and onions, white and red,

Chapter 1: Attraction "Maybe I'm a sexist. I put so much pressure on my girls and let Gabe get away with everything." "That's ridiculous, you can't be sexist, you're a woman." "I read an article that women have more implicit bias against women than men do." "Maybe it's attraction." "Dana, that's disgusting. That's my son." So there I sat at lunch on what must have been the worst day of my life. I had called my lifelong friend Dana to help me sort out the revelation that my son was dropping out of community college after four years. He spent four years at a two-year school and dropped out! And then my best friend had the audacity to suggest my failure was because I was attracted to him! "I'm sorry, Vick, but you know how you get when you like a guy, and your son is really handsome." She was right about those two things. All my son did was work out and he play video games. He was the best lookin

Amelia is the first to arrive, despite taking great care over her appearance. The small stool at the far end of the long table is likely for her, so she perches on it, arranging her full skirts to take up as little space as possible. As other kindred arrive, they pay her no heed. Most of them acknowledge each other with a quiet word or a nod. An older looking man with a sandy beard makes a bit of a fuss of Leopoldine, kissing her on both cheeks, and assisting her in setting up her notary. He takes a seat further up the table on the opposite side. "It's like I'm not even here," she sighs. "Hardly." Felix answers. Her heart would skip a beat. She almost jumps up in surprise, but there's suddenly a firm hand on her shoulder. "What the devil are you up to?" "S.. sire?" She stands and bows deeply. Wolf-Dietrich draws her up into a close embrace and holds her still. "Who told you to come? Quickly now. Don't make this any worse fo