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Over 90 days ago
Straight Female, 62
United States

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Kate and the Military Institute: Military Institute Mom

Lt. Col. Kate Grissom visits her cadet at military school.

Part OneMilitary Institute MomShe parked the car in one of the few visitors' slots in front of Charlie Barracks. In truth, it was a dormitory, circa 1970. Unadorned, red brick, two stories of blank windows reflecting the afternoon sun. A few cadets in gray uniforms were walking to or from the nearby mess hall and rec center. Most of the young men were laughing. It was, after all, Friday. Classes were over, drills were don...

The Lash

There is pleasure...

There is a pleasure in the pain,in it's anticipation. As I wait suspended and helpless in the darkness, my flesh yearns forthe lash.There is a pleasure in the pain,as it cuts my breasts. My bodyspasms. My mind screams. If only I could scream aloud as you wieldthe lash!There is pleasure in the pain,as it subsides and gentle handstouch my torn body and soothe it, release it. Your caress supplantsthe lash.There is pleasure i...

The Second Day of Christmas

The second sequel to XXX Christmas continues the exploits of Marilyn and her son.

When Andrew came downstairs, Jake, still in pajamas was finishing breakfast. His mom was at the stove. She was in her night clothes, too.“Good morning, dear.” She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. Andrew couldn't believe how normal she looked. No one would ever think that she had spent a large part of the previous night in incestuous love with her older son. “Pour yourself some orange juice and milk. I'll have t...

Christmas Night

This story is the sequel to XXX Christmas

Marilyn Lehman stood at the patio door watching her two sons in the back yard. Jake, 12 years old, was astride his brand new trail bike. Andrew,17, was showing his younger brother the controls. Both boys were dressed warmly. Although it was early afternoon and the sun was coming out, it was still cold. Several inches of snow covered the yard. It was a picture postcard Christmas Day, full of blue skies, cotton clouds, and...

The Face at Her Window

After a long day at work, she decided to relax.

Jennifer Delgado was glad to be done with work. It had been a hard day. She worked for a local real estate office and two of the other girls in the office had called in sick. There were four properties to be shown and Jennifer had to pinch hit and show three of them. The last prospective buyer had shown a lot of interest in the home, which was good, but spent two hours inspecting the home, which was bad. It meant that she...

XXX Christmas

Even if you don't believe in the jolly old elf, sometimes it pays to listen to him

Andrew Lehman lay in bed, awake yet not fully aware of his surroundings. Slowly, he opened his eyes and sat up. The room was dark except for faint moon glow from the window. The house was quiet. What had awakened him?He got out of bed and slipped his feet into house shoes. He shivered. The room was cold. Colder than when he'd gone to bed, what –? Two hours ago. The clock on his night table read 1:17. He padded through the...

Hot Afternoon

They went from the pool to the couch.

Dustin's cell phone rang early one blazingly hot August morning, waking him up with a jolt. "Hello?" came Dustin's raspy and groggy voice."Hey Dustin! It's Tyler. I was just thinking. Ain't nothing happening and was wondering what's up with you?”Tyler was one of his best buds and lived a couple of streets over. “Just beating this damn heat. I was going to spend the afternoon out at the pool. Listen, if you got nothing goi...

Night on the Town

The girls and I go out to a lesbian bar.

Night on the Town Barbara Marsh“Well, come on, chicken!” I responded, “Cluck, cluck.” Okay, so I know it’s not original, but it was the best I could do. Despite my misgivings, I got out of the minivan, smoothed my skirt across my hips, and waited for Alexis. Her name’s really Alice, but she was Alexis for the night. The same way Jeanna was Gina and I was Betinna. I don’t remember whose idea it was, but it was supposed to...