TRIGGER WARNING: This story includes brief references to suicidal thoughts. Reader discretion is advised. Watching Annabelle innocently admire the forest’s natural beauty from her spot on the ridge below, Lauren felt the deep rage, which usually swirled endlessly in the pit of her stomach, simply fade away. Relieved by the lifted burden, she descended the slope with a contented smile to join the youngest of the Klein family. ‘She’s beautiful,
With the sun throbbing down and Andrew acting as a human drain, it was a wonder there were any cold beers left in the cooler by the time noon broke by the lake. Nevertheless, by some miracle the mismatched group of sunbathers and swimmers still had ample booze to fuel their day and, not long after noon, Glenn took up one of the frigid bottles, popped the cap and took
The warm breeze meandering through the canopy added a chorus of rustling leaves and creaking boughs to the orchestra of the forest. A dirt path wound through the stands, frayed at the edges by swathes of grass, nettles and low ferns. It was seldom used, evidenced by the gnarled roots that riddled the path with wooden veins, yet as the orchestra played on two figures picked their way up the
Felicity had spent most of her morning indulging herself in all the things she never could while Andrew and the kids were around. To her delight, her husband had been gone when she woke up. She’d felt the bed rock when he left and heard him grunting as he stuffed his overweight figure into the day’s clothes, but she’d made sure not to stir save he strike up a conversation.
Pouring the smoothie into her favourite mason jar Paige stirred it with a paper straw. Clutching the chilly glass she took a long, refreshing gulp and gave a contented sigh. The smoothie almost made it feel like she hadn’t had an entire bottle of wine to herself the night before. It was her favourite thing to drink before her morning run: blueberry, raspberry and mango, with a sprig of mint
No sooner had she entered the house than Maria knew her scheme had been successful. For one thing, the torn remnants of the package were strewn across the table beside the door. More telling were the sensual moans echoing down the staircase. Closing the door softly behind her, she crept up the stairs. Following the moans, she quickly arrived at the door to Chad’s bedroom and without hesitation she slid
Dropping the suitcase onto her bed, Maddy admired her find. She had always loved vintage things and how they stood out from the crowd of sleek, modern items lining shop shelves and internet pages. They seemed out of place in all the best ways. As such, she had been attracted to them for as long as she could remember. Charity shops were always a good (and affordable) place to start.
‘Fuck, oh god,’ Sally moaned, rolling her hips as her anonymous lover went deeper, ‘oh fuck, right there.’ This was too good, too intense. She was working his dick as though she was a professional hooker and god did it feel good being so dirty. She could feel him beginning to twitch as the inevitable orgasm approached, a thrill of dirty delight tearing through her in anticipation of his hot
Abi was a little scared how good she was getting at this. To say she had only achieved second base a handful of times before this and nothing further, riding Troy’s big dick came with surprising ease. It was like she had been doing this for years, not days. To be fair, Charity and the rest of the sorority had given her a helpful shove. The swirling purple drink had
Emilia – or rather Em, as she now went by – allowed herself a soft chuckle as the man whimpered on the end of her strap-on. He was built like a god but for all his power and muscle he looked simply pathetic with his thick arms tied behind his back, his face hidden beneath a leather hood and underneath, she knew, his heavy dick stuffed into a tiny chastity
