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2022-04-04 14:21:31“Would it be corny if I told you that you had me at hello?” He said as
he grinned down at her.“Yes,” she said with a small giggle.“What if I told you, that you had me as soon as you turned around in that chair wearing nothing but a smile and my bracelet?”“Still a little corny, but much better,” she murmured as she twisted her arms behind his neck.“You’re a tough audience, you know that?”Her eyes twinkled as red splotches bloomed in her cheeks. “Yes, but you love that about me,” she purred softly as he backed her toward the desk and she coiled one leg around his calf.“Among many, many other things,” he whispered before he dippedhis head to capture her lips in a long sensual kiss. The urgency in his body belied the slow languorous kiss as he leisurely explored her mouth. Sliding his tongue between her lips, he sipped from the sweet nectar ofherRelated chapters
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I’d noticed him before, the young man with the dark, searching eyes. Our paths had crossed occasionally in the evenings—that is, whenever I was able to get out of the office quick enough to make the 5:15 train. He’d glance my way the second I’d board the car, and then he’d keep his eyes trained on me for a long while, conveying his interest with his unyielding gaze. I’d catch him out of the corner of my eye and could never hold back my smile. I liked the attention—and our little routine. He’d stare at me patiently, appreciatively, waiting for some sort of hint, a sign that would encourage him to sidle up and talk to me during our thirty-minute ride to the suburbs. But no matter how many times our paths crossed, I never acknowledged him—until last week. It was the evening before a long holiday weekend, and it seemed as if everyone in the city had hightailed it out of town by midday. I rushed from my office and through the steamy streets, eager to head home. The air was thick and damp
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he comes to him in the deepest hour of the night. His bedroom door opens and there’s a crack of light from the living area, swiftly extinguished as she closes the door. He’s instantly awake, eyes following her shadowy shape as she moves into the room. In the light of a thou- sand stars through the window, he can see she’s wearing a towel wrapped around her body, tucked tightly between her breasts to hold it in place. “Are you okay?” The words lodge in his throat, for she drops the towel. It pools at her feet and she’s naked, gloriously naked. She walks toward him, the dark patch between her thighs mysterious and beckoning. She stands by the bed and her smile is a secret, inward one. Then she’s pulling back the quilt and sliding inside. He can hardly breathe. “Thea,” he says, and then more urgently, “Thea.” The words are stopped in his throat for she’s kissing him as if she’s falling into him, her tongue sliding into his mouth, and her hands, oh, my god, her hands, are on his bo
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I was new in town, which made me the fresh meat. It was intimidating. As soon as everyone sniffed around and took a turn they’d get bored and go back to what- ever they were doing before I moved in, but I’d been through a divorce and wanted no part of it. I neededwingmen, and in Will and Adam I had them.There was sexual attraction, to be sure. Adam glowed with it. It was the first thing anyone noticed about him because, like a boxer with a solid left hook, he led with it. He propositioned me first thing; I declined, and after that we were friends. Will was harder to read. It took him four months to ask for a hug, but when he made his interest known, there was no mistaking it. I was tempted. Extremely tempted. But I didn’t want anyone to get hurt, least of all myself. Instead of friends withbenefits, we became friends with attraction.We met for drinks. We went hiking. They showed me the best places to swim and where to pick berries in the summer when the heat lay low in the thic
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It’s Friday night. Exhausted from her workweek, Glenda intends to enjoy a completely lazy evening alone. She’s a little horny, frankly. But she doesn’t even want to lift a finger to gratify herself. It’s too much effort. All she wants is a peaceful night. No, she tells herself once again, as she studiously ignores the clinging caress of her underwear, she isn’t going to lift a finger to spread her lower lips—to stim- ulate those patient nerves or exercise those dormant muscles. She’s simply not going to bother. Not tonight. She’s restless down there in her knickers, though, she can’t deny it. She’s watching TV, but her pussy’s itch for attention keeps getting her attention, through a game show and another…until, almost involuntarily, her hand drifts lazily between her legs, while she watches a sitcom and tries to focus on her glass of wine. And now that her hand has somehow made it to her pussy, her precious inertia favors keeping it there. So she lets her fingers lie comfortably
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