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Jane chased her toddler around the backyard, watching him like a hawk as he tottered around. It was a steamy July Fourth afternoon, and she glistened slightly from sweat as she tried to keep up with the child. She wore cut-off jean shorts and a T-shirt, and her dark hair was in a neat bun for...
A lot closer, but you still have multiple speakers in the same paragraph. Every new sentence by a different speaker needs to be on it's own line. You also have Amanda responding and Omar saying the same line here in the first sentence of this paragraph. Presumably Amanda's response was the last...
The less editing required the faster it gets approved. Looking at your story, if you want it published faster, you need to make sure that each new speaker starts a new line.
Amanda screamed “Are you going to rape me again?” He said “Rape? I never raped you, I gave you what you wanted but I...
Dear readers. This chapter sees the end of this series for no other reason than that people don't seem to be reading them. Thanks.
My life certainly wasn’t lacking fun, or, more to the point, sex. Apart from enjoying great sex with my husband Ted when he was home, as he worked away a lot, I...
It took me a while to come to terms with my behavior with Gil, the homeless man I had not only fucked but I’d practically begged to make love to me, all on a grubby piss-stained mattress on a chilly loading dock at the back of a furniture store. It wasn't even as though I was desperate for sex...
I had been volunteering at the homeless shelter since my retirement from work for a couple of months, and things had been going great. Quite a few of the guys who had been using the shelter when I’d last volunteered, practically a year ago, knew me and, more importantly, my fetish for servicing...
My little visit with Maxine to the homeless shelter, which she used to own and where I volunteered, was excellent. I found out that of the two owners, Barry and Susan, it was Susan who took care of pretty much all the day-to-day running. At first glance, they seemed like an odd but interesting...
It had been two weeks since my husband Ted and I had met my prospective lover Todd. I say prospective lover because although Todd had fucked me before and I’d also had several other men fuck me before that evening, Ted was unaware of my previous infidelity. The meeting with Todd had come about...
Saturday was so upon me, and my concerns that my husband Ted may have had second thoughts about meeting Todd, my perspective consensual lover, were totally unjustified. In fact, if anything, Ted seemed keener than I was to bring another man into our sexual play; he kept asking me if I was sure...
When I went to work on Monday, I was still on a high, thinking about how on Saturday I’d hopefully have Todd’s big black cock, all with the blessing of my husband Ted, provided he went along with what he had suggested, which I had to accept wasn’t a done deal. After all, I imagined many men...
I was enjoying the weekend, Ted. My husband was home from his work trip and wouldn’t be going away for another couple of weeks, which, although I was glad about it, left me with a quandary. I’d arranged to meet Gil and several of his homeless friends on Wednesday of the coming week, and although...
I’d found the experience of the night before, being fucked by the three homeless guys on a loading dock behind a furniture store, after I bought them a bottle of whiskey, so arousing that I’d gotten myself off when I got home and was showering, washing the grime of the grubby mattress and their...
In the few weeks since I’d stopped volunteering at the homeless shelter, my infidelity had gotten right out of control. When I’d worked at the shelter, my extra marital sex was pretty much restricted to weekend days. When I volunteered there, I was kind of able to justify my infidelity, using...
It had been three weeks since I’d had an evening with Sam, a young black ex-military and newly homeless man. After he arrived at the shelter very late and looking rather sad and disheveled, Maxine, the owner of the shelter, made an exception to the no overnight stay rule, on the condition that I...
It had been a busy day in the homeless shelter, but things were starting to get quiet. It was getting close to closing time, and visitors were leaving, making their way to wherever they slept in the evening, so I had some time to dwell on things. I had been volunteering back at the shelter for...
It had been well over 3 weeks since I had volunteered at the homeless shelter due to the fact that I had family commitments out of town. I think Maxine believed me about my reasons for not being able to work there after all. The lesbian sex session we’d had after an evening of drinking and...
My week flew by, and I managed to get through it without having to work late or potentially getting a visit from Jim or any of his crew, as it took my poor bum hole a good couple of days to recover from the savage fucking Jim had given me on my desk on Monday evening. Similarly, I managed to get...
Dear Readers,
Sadly, this chapter closes the story, although it may have a twist you weren't expecting. I have enjoyed writing it and thinking about my days as a young student nurse. I hope it has aroused you as much as it has aroused me. Sarah. xxx
It had been a few months since the day I let...
I got through the next couple of days trying not to think about the words Stanley had said to me as I’d left his house after having paid sex with his equally old friend JJ, when he had told me he had lots of friends who would pay a pretty penny to fuck me. Unfortunately, whether I liked it or...
I crawled out of bed a little after lunch time on the day after Stanley’s poker night, thankful that I wasn’t back at work until the Monday. As I walked to the bathroom my pussy stung and the gusset of my pyjama bottoms was all damp and sticky against my flesh from where cum had leaked of me as...