Her Mistake

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Chapter Two I bit my lip as I dragged my suitcase up the curb. The small taxi pulled away and quickly left. It was a little before noon. After spending the evening luxuriating in my luxury shower, before a long, restful slumber, I've made my way back home. Mum and dad were waiting for me in the lounge. Mum waved the way she usually would as I walked past the window. Pulling open the front door, I swallowed my nervousness and stepped inside. "Hey sweetheart!" Dad called. "Have a good evening?" Setting my suitcase to stand, I walked into the lounge. Mum and dad were... Just... Mum and dad. Mum smiled warmly, while dad had that familiar gleam in his eye, that told me I had his attention since I was a little girl. "It was nice," I said softly. "We had some fun, got back to the hotel and made sure we all got some sleep." It wasn't an outright lie. Samantha made sure I was fine, before tying my legs together and ordering me to remain in th

I can't stop thinking about him and the way he manhandles me. He's definitely the best fuck that I've ever had and I need his cock in me as soon as possible. I know he's busy with his job and I need to be patient, but I just can't. I can't stop my fingers from finding my pussy and I can't control the way I diddle my clit until I'm a wet, throbbing mess. I know I shouldn't take pictures of my pussy and send them to him while he is at work, but better than sending them when he's at home with his wife and kids. My pussy pics could get him in a lot of trouble. I picture him in his lab coat, hearing his phone buzz in his pocket. He knows better than to check his messages in front of his patients by now. "Excuse me for just a moment. I'll be right back," he'll say. "Of course, Doctor," his patient will answer and he'll step into the hallway to open my messages. By then, I'll have sent a few pictures, some of them

Disclaimer - all characters in this fictional story are over the age of 18. _______ Coping with the death of someone you love is never easy, but it helps to have someone close by to help you heal. My wife of almost 30 years, Maria, died 14 months ago after a long fight with cancer. It was a big shock. Though the cancer kept returning after multiple treatments, our doctors had told us that the latest cocktail of chemo and radiation was proving to be far more effective than anything we had tried before. Maria's mother, Betty had come to live with us when Maria first received her diagnosis. Betty, though having her own medical issues associated with her age, wanted to do everything for her daughter, and for me. She knew I couldn't bear the burden of caring for Maria alone. After all, for the last 30 years, she had been my mom too. In the end, it wasn't actually the cancer that killed my wife; it was the cure. The medicines simply took their toll on her organs which eventu

Any and all characters are 18+ "Hey, did you pack the cooler and enough water?" Mom called down as I checked the pressure on the tyre. "Don't worry mom! All's cool, just hurry up now," I shouted back. She finally came down and started fussing with our stuff. So, after some bad planning and some more bad planning, mom and I were taking a rather lengthy road trip to some family thing. Needless to say, I wasn't looking forward to spending a week in some rural town. But, I'd be lying if said I wasn't looking forward to the road trip with mom. And who wouldn't? With tight pants, tank top and loose shirt on her athletic body, mom looked absolutely stunning. She had her hair up in a messy ponytail and with sunglasses on, she had a half nerdy, half sporty look about her. Her fussing done, even she looked excited to get going. And we were off. Listening to music and just randomly chatting we soon started getting bored. We enjoyed the views for a

I was trembling in fear and trepidation as I stepped into Aarti's house along with Aarti. The house was just next door to that of Shobha. Nobody else was home at that time. Aarti took off her clothes as soon as she closed the doors and threw them to me. She said, "Now my maid, you are going to wash these clothes of mine." I stammered as I said, "But Aartiji I had never done it before." Aarti smiled and after coming closer put her arms around me. She whispered in my ear, "I know. But there is always a first time maid. Give it a try. The detergent is over there." I knew it was futile to argue and hence decided to try the same. I had accepted myself as a plaything for Shobha and Aarti long before, and being a maid for them was also a part of it. I took water in a bucket from the handpump and took a handful of detergent. Aarti immediately stopped me. She said, "Hey maid take care of the quantity. This much detergent will clean off all my clothes!&qu

Anna's Mystery Plan - Part 7 - Expert Warfare Advice Chapter 19 - Regrouping I was awakened by a cup of steaming coffee being waved under my nose. Two faces were peering down at me. They had clothes on and looked ready for action. I, on the other hand, was in a bareassed, dimwitted fog which did not motivate anything. The events of the previous day began to flow through my brain. Sitting up, I accepted the coffee and groaned. I had an immediate sense that our world of high priorities had graduated to one of urgent preparations to defend against attack. I leaned my head against Talia's, who was now sitting next to me. "I'm sorry for that ambush crack. It's got us in a whole new ballgame." From my other side, Karen broadcast to both of us, "Yes, but it might just have prevented an undefended attack. You saw how unnerved Anna was, rushing here to restore order. Or at least her notion of order." My head clearing, I realized that my love pats of yester

Chapter Eleven: Daughter The Maternal Bible: Chapter Fifty, Page One-hundred-two: Hymnal: to be sung in A-major. "Forever they will live as one, like two lovers in the sun, shining from creation's birth, to hold a tether to the earth. The life, the joy, the stone, the fire; all together forever in the heavens higher." Prelude: Atonement FLORA The cold metal was soothing on my flesh, and the dim light was calming on my eyes. I no longer felt the tortuous need of my sister's ailment, but only a thrumming desire between my legs. It had been a horrible night, but it had been made bearable by the distraction of conversation. I hadn't wanted to tell Julia my story, but a few coercing caresses of her fingers had loosened my lips. She'd remained silent as I spilled myself to her, only asking for me to clarify something once or twice. By the time I finished my tale, the morning sun was dimly glowing through the basement window. "Now that you know the truth,