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BrodyI spent a few minutes with Mr. Rodriguez after I left Kylie in the back making her first batch of tamales. I made a mental note to be back early tomorrow, before they sold out. I have a craving for these things now, and I wanted to see how she does.Mr. R. led me to small room where he could still keep an eye on the counter. I'd already talked with him about this and he had the videos queed up and ready to go. The first video showed a man walking to Kylie's car and leaving a note under her windshield wiper. We watched the various angles, but the guy knew there were cameras and took precautions. He wore very non-descript clothing. Slacks and a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head. Under the hoodie was a ball cap, so no part of his face could be seen. Plus, he kept his head down. That was smart of him. Dammit.He walked onto and off the lot, so there was no car to be seen either. I took the thumb drive that Mr. Rodriguez made for me so I could take the videos home and scrutini
KylieIt felt like Wednesday took forever to get here. No one was home when I got home from work and that was perfect. I took a long hot shower and shaved, well, everything. I exfoliated and hydrated, basically pampered myself for a few hours.I was nervous. Why? I don't know. This was Brody. I've known him for half of my life. But I admitted to myself that I didn't know how this would go with us. Was it too soon to have se8x? I certainly didn't think so, mostly because my hormones raged any time he was near. I was so horny I felt like a stiff breeze could make me orgasm.Unfortunately, I had a feeling that cuddles on the couch meant no s8ex. It was kind of sweet that Brody wanted to date me, but every time I was near him, I just wanted to jump his bones. I hoped my plan of looking good and smelling good would encourage him to do more. I certainly couldn't make him fu8ck me, not if he truly didn't want to. So my plan was to make him want it. Was I being a tease? Yes. Yes I most definit
BrodyI woke up around seven the next morning, but I didn't get up immediately. I heard the shower running. I knew Kylie was in there because she didn't have to go to work early today. I used my imagination and remembered what her nipp8les looked like through that short top last night. I've seen and tasted her pus8sy, but I haven't seen her breasts yet. Unless you can count that time when I was twelve and she was fourteen. I'd come home from Oscar's and went straight towards our shared bathroom. I walked in on her getting out of the shower. I had never asked why the door wasn't locked that day.Kylie was standing in the tub and reaching for a towel. Water was dripping down her body. She didn't squeal and try to cover herself up. Instead, she straightened and let me look my fill. And I had. Mainly because I couldn't get my feet to move. That might be the day I fell in love with her. She was still just a girl and not as filled out as she is now, but I jerked off to that image of her, nak
KylieMy mind was reeling. My own mother thinks I took off with her husband? How did this become my life? To top it all off, this sudden change in Edgar was horrifying to realize. He never paid me much attention growing up. He wasn't mean or cruel, but we didn't share blood or much of a relationship. He had never nurtured me as a father, and I was okay with that. I had a dad that did that for me. Moe was everything a father should be and I adored him.Edgar barely paid me any attention. If anything, and especially when I was younger. I felt that I annoyed him a bit. I was and still am a brat, after all. I can own that shi8t. That was my thought until I came home a few months ago. Once I became aware of his intentions, I left. I had no support from Mother, so I couldn't stay there in his house. And it was his house. I was under no illusions that my mother had any say in anything but the household staff and decorating. But I especially noticed this once he started his advances. I have n
BrodyIt took a few hours but we found him. We found out a lot more too. Edgar is a sick fuck. Inwardly, I cringed. Gwen brought a thick file containing information from five different credit cards. Edgar definitely had plenty of money. The extremely high card balances were paid off every month. One of the cards Edgar used seemed to be strictly for business expenses, but the other four were used for more personal reasons. One was for clothing and online ordering for his own well-being. We focused on the last three, which were used for pleasure. Well, I guess you could call it that. Gentleman's clubs and se8x clubs, like ours here. Edgar frequented them. A lot.We had to look some of the businesses on our phones to find out their purpose. There were purchases from lingerie shops and women's clothing stores. The ones that freaked me out were the more recent charges of B D S M stores and se8x shops. Large purchases which probably meant equipment. The man was building a dungeon. And I'll b
KylieBrody and I headed towards his new apartment. He was right. It wasn't far from the house. It wasn't a large or new building, but it was well-maintained. I imagine he makes good money working at the club. It doesn't bother me that he works there with free pussy hanging all around. He's very controlled. If he's into me, then I know I can trust he won't be with anyone else. I mean I can't even get him to be with me at this point. When he says no and makes up his mind, that's it. But he's also not the kind of guy to be a man-whore. I like that about him. I imagine his body count is low. Not because he can't get a girl a night, like Oscar, but because if he's with a girl he won't play games. He's just not that kind of man.I try not to smile when I think about the conversation my dad had with me the other night. He wanted to address the fact that I had been to the club, alone. He was worried about me. Not that the club was dangerous or anything. But some people, like Edgar, for instan
HoneyYou know when a song gets in your head, but you can only remember one or two lines? Those one or two lines get stuck, and you hear them over and over in your head so much that they are driving you crazy. Then you go and find the tune on your favorite listening app, so you can just get those lines out of your head and wrap your head around the whole song again. No? Well, it happens to me and listening to the whole song usually works. Then, I can free my brain and think of something else besides two lines of random text or lyrics as the case may be.This whole week something similar has happened, only it's not a song in my head. It's my dad. Some of the things he said to Brody and me are stuck in my head, and I can't get them out. I've tried working, cleaning, taking care of the kids and Brandt. But his words on Monday are stuck on repeat.This is about my real dad. Moe has been a fantastic addition to my life, but by the time he and Mom got together, I was practically an adult. By
BrodyI didn't know whether to laugh or be pissed. Kylie was mad and pouting. She slammed out of the apartment, and I really should have brought her back in and spanked her ass, but I didn't. It was enough that I knew she had acted out. It wasn't something done in public. Well, at least there was no one around to see it which saved her pretty little ass for now. Her mouth at the dinner table the other night, however, was worth a punishment. That punishment had been stalled due to still living under Moe's roof. I'd been thinking about what I would do, and I figured it out yesterday when I was told the recliner was ready for pickup. I brought it straight here. I didn't know when I would get the opportunity to bring Kylie here, but it was a priority. I didn't even know it would be today. I had no reason to think it would be so soon. When I realized there were no workers inside, it escalated things.I can almost hear your dirty minds. I didn't do it that way for the reasons you are thinkin
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He
OscarAna made some valid points. She wanted to be informed about things going on in her own life. I get that. Not many people like to be left in the dark, especially when it pertains to their own lives. I had my reasons for not giving her the plan, mostly because I didn't want her inside freaking out about what was going on outside. I didn't have time to get her out of here, not when I thought Dylan might be out there watching.I didn't want to wait until dinner. I lied a bit when I said I was calling Moe. I needed to ask Bill to look around the house and see if he finds any indication that someone had been looking in the windows at her old house. I don't think this is the first time Dylan has done something like this. I need information to move forward.It was one of the days that Bill decided to work from home. He went outside immediately when I explained the situation. He remembered Dylan from the high school days and knew that something had happened to break them up. I had explai
AnalieseThere is a war going on inside me. First, I want to be strong. I am strong. I've gotten through to the other side of what could have been a tragedy in my life. The second part, I needed help to get there. Oscar was there for me every step of the way. I no longer sit around moping, thinking why me? I moved forward towards the goal of being myself again. So then, I'm strong again. A continuous and seemingly endless circle.Where would I be if he hadn't called me that first night in the car after our rescue? I shudder to think that I would be lying around my house, depressed and alone. With no hope. What is worse than living without hope? Nothing. Those without hope struggle to live, to move on and recover. They often use violence against themselves. They become addicts to escape. They may even contemplate death. I cringe. I'd never been down that road in my mind before and shied away from its implications.Oscar didn't talk about it with me last night, but I know Dylan was afte
MindyDylan left after he showered. I didn't expect him home anytime soon. When he says he'll be late, it's always true. I'm surprised that he actually left me alone. He's never had me entertain the guys without him supervising and directing the action. He's definitely the dominant personality of their trio. I was wondering how Kent and J.J. would act without Dylan here while I made dinner for one. I knew Dylan would get something to eat while he was out. It was his M.O.Because I knew him so well, I also knew he stepped out on me occasionally. I used to let it bother me, but once I realized he was never going to marry me, I let my heart grow cold for him. Now we are basically nothing more than friends with benefits. Roommates who fu8cked. He would call me his submissive. And while I was submissive to him, I didn't really like that title. I liked to say we were fuc8k buddies. Anyway, I'd taken up messing around with other men too. So I guess you could say we are even.I don't flaunt my
Dylan (POV by request)Warning: Degradation and Humiliation Kink That May Be Disturbing for Some Readers.As soon as Mindy came home from work, I pulled her inside and threw her over the back of the couch. I shoved her dress up and pulled her thong aside. My di8ck had been hard all day from seeing Analiese. She was so pretty and innocent looking. I'd been so close to fu8cking her back in high school. I put in all the work, then she found out about me and Mindy. To top it off, Oscar got involved, and it was game over for me with Ana. I've been pretty resentful ever since.Mindy had only been a toy to pass time with back then. I needed to fu8ck and Mindy liked to spread her legs. Next thing I knew, we had moved in together. She was no innocent. Not like Ana. I know I would have been her first, if I had just been more discreet. Fuc8ing Mindy behind the bleachers was a colossal mistake. It had been Mindy's idea. She loves public se8x even to this day. But Mindy was a who8re. She had fuc8ke
OscarI watched her fine ass walk away from me and I sighed. Now was not the time to get hard. I used my imagination anyway. Ana would go to the bedroom and get naked. Her beautiful body would be bare in a few moments, and I was stuck out here with this douche8bag. I looked down at him when he moaned. He'd be awake soon. My neighbors didn't seem to notice the fight, but they will notice the cops milling around soon. I hear the sirens stop wailing as they pull along the street outside the gate.I told Ana the story I would tell the cops. She was smart enough to follow my lead. The story was mostly true, I just happened to be outside waiting for the sick fu8ck instead of inside with Ana. Dylan's fingerprints were on the window and screen if the cops bothered to check. I knew they would haul him away tonight. I just hope it was enough to keep him in jail a little while. Trespassing by itself probably wasn't going to do it. I hope they got him for breaking and entering, even though he nev
AnalieseCoco hears something. I look up from my phone when I see her ears co8ck to the side. I'm sitting on the couch playing a game on my phone, trying to distract myself from the fact that Oscar isn't home yet. I'm not scared or anything. I've talked with my mom and Kylie. I figured it was a good time to do those things while Oscar was out.Kylie seems to be doing well. She told me that Brody was out as well, so I told her that they guys were most likely together, planning something against Dylan. We discussed what we thought they might do. Knowing they had killed before and recently, probably crossed both of our minds, but we didn't discuss that. It wouldn't be wise, obviously, and it was too fresh. And I hated that all those good men, including my own father, were in on something like that. I had not even talked to Oscar about it. I would one day, but sometime in the future. I didn't want the details just yet. It was enough to know that those thugs would never hurt anyone else ag