My daughter, Erica, and I went out drinking and dancing tonight. Well, probably more drinking than dancing. When we got home, I sat down on the couch. I must have passed out for a minute or two.
When I woke up, the top of my dress was down and Erica was suckling at my nipple. “What are you doing, Erica? This is wrong?” It was definitely a question.
"No, no, just let me make you feel good, Mommy," she whispered.
If I hadn’t been so drunk, I would have stopped her.
I am glad I was so drunk.
I know for a fact that my friend Kirsten has never had sex with a woman. But I’ve made myself a promise that that will change before either of us gets out of this hot tub.
"Here’s the deal, little sister. You’ve always wanted to fuck my husband. Clean up after him fucking me and I’ll let you.
"Please, Aunt Emily. I really don’t want to do this. Why are you letting her do this to me?"
"Trust me, Abigail. Just trust me. You may not want this now, but you’ll change your mind. I promise you. Just relax."
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I don’t even particularly like smoking. But Charlene hates it. So when she’s been naughty, I interrupt her pussy licking to blow streams of smoke into her face.
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Not having any sisters of my own, I asked my fiancee’s sister, Chelsea to be my maid of honor. Just like with her brother, early on I established the parameters of our relationship and made sure we all knew who was in charge. So, when I started with some butterflies on the morning of my wedding, Chelsea was available to do just what I needed.
My husband and I were just here at Nicole’s house yesterday — the lucky bitch, I so envy her — so the cleaning job is fairly light. Of course, I went over her bathroom, but the worst of that was yesterday. And she decided today that I should hand wash a week’s worth of her lingerie (she’s been a very horny girl this week, if her panties were any tell). That’s done and they’re hanging to dry.
Right now, I’m just giving everything a once over. I can hear Calvin’s grunts. He’s getting close to his second orgasm. It’ll be time to go in soon and ask if he and Nicole would like a cocktail. I wonder if he’ll have me clean off his cock like he did yesterday. Nicole really seemed to enjoy watching me do that. She has a wicked giggle.
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You know you’ve truly accepted your new status when, coming home on a Friday night and finding your wife getting ready to go out, getting ready in her sexiest lingerie sans knickers, all you find yourself asking is, “Will you be staying at his house tonight, honey? Or should I clear out into the guest room for the evening?”
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Though he wasn’t sure why, ultimately this was the moment that Clay figured he was really getting away with it: posing for a photo for senior yearbook when the 40-something photographer asked him — well she really asked Claire, Clay’s alter-ego — if she’d like to do some sexy shots for Claire to keep for herself.
Two and a half years after transferring into Maple Valley Senior High, leaving his old life behind and hiding the secret from her new classmates. It was stress, but it was so worth it. She was a new girl after all.
Of course Claire wanted sexy shots. She asked the photographer how she should pose.
"Just don’t talk to me, no ssssh. Just for a minute. Oh, I’ve been holding in this pee for like hours. It feels so good to finally. Let. It. Go."
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"Um, hi. It’s Tate, right? I’m Dwight, I’m a friend of your sister. Yeah, Leah’s told me a lot about you, Tate. She um, she told me your secret. That you’re really her brother. No, don’t go. Stay, please. You look great like that, Tate. No one knows. I swear. Its just like, well, Leah knows my secret too. She knows I like girls with a little something extra between their legs, if you know what I mean. Girls like you. No, no, please. Just hear me out. Leah told me that you weren’t into guys. But you didn’t even dress like a girl before a week ago, did you? Before Leah made you this way. So, maybe I could just hang out for a while with you. Maybe you’d find out you like me, even a little? What do you say, Tate?"
3 days and 6 hours into her excavation of the Sacred House of the Temple Prostitutes of Ah-shira, Becca Sunstien discovered a small stone box, sealed for thousands of years with a thick seam of wax. The next day, when she’d uncovered the top and removed the wax and open the box, everyone watching was surprised to find it empty.
But was it really empty? Something came over Becca in that moment, and though she continued to work on the dig, she’d become a truly different person. Especially once the sun went down.
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Most of the time, I don’t know my husband’s girlfriends before he brings them home. Most of the time, they treat me like a piece of the furniture or a sex toy. They are carefully scornful, and not particularly effectively degrading.
But when Jonathan brings my sister Becca home to fuck, I’m never far from them. She knows me too well. Knows just the right mental buttons to push, and makes me do the things I hate to do the most. By the end of the evening I feel like something at the bottom of one’s shoe.
In the morning, I always tell her she’s the best sister a girl ever had.
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I’d just read about this, in a Psychology Journal: many successful White women were discussing with their analysts that they’d recently become subservient to a strong Black woman. Previously straight — often insisting that they still were straight — they confessed that they could not control their urge to perform oral sex on their, well, Mistress was the only term the article could use, and any Black women their Mistress pimped them out to.
I had been intrigued by the phenomenon when I’d read about it. Of course, I never believe in a million years that it would apply to me. It just seemed a strange occurrence of the times. I wondered if any of my patients would discuss something like this with me. I tried to imagine how I would go about helping one of these women.
Then I met Cyiarra. She turned me out in less than two hours.
Now I am one of the women I read about. Even worse, Cyiarra is using me to meet my patients, slowing converting one of them after another to the Natural Superiority.
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My sister came into the house in that bouncy way that says, “I just got fucked.”
"Wanna see what I’ve been doing," she asked. How could I say no?
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