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Please Don't Let me Go
ThornsThe Wedding is finally here. Thank you all for pushing me to write this far would have probably stopped if it wasn't for all of you.
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My Best Friend's Father Chapter One, Yes or No
My eyes snap open at 7:00 am sharp as usual. I don’t have to look at the clock to know it’s 7. I’ve been waking like this long enough to trust my body’s internal clock. I pull the comforter off me, slip out of bed and begin my daily routine by making my bed. Pillows perfectly aligned, sheets pulled tight, and comforter folded just right. I nod when I see the finished outcome. I walk to my bathroom for the next part of my routine, brush my teeth, wash my face, and shower. I grab the outfit I put together last night and get dressed. Hair and makeup are last on the list; I complete my look, with a high ponytail, light makeup, and nod approving my work. By now, it’s 7:30 am. I walk to my kitchen, the coffee machine turns in every morning at 7:25 am, so my coffee is ready by the time I get there. I pour myself a cup in my usual mug, sugar, and a bit of cream, and then I stand by the counter and sip it. “I have to visit grandma today,” I note myself as I take another sip of my cof
My Best Friend's Father Chapter 2- Did I?
I’m sitting in a dark room naked on a bed; not a sliver of light can be seen. This is what I agreed to, no sight, no sound for one night of mind-blowing pleasure. My heart beat rapidly as I wait for my partner. I’m getting used to blind sex, the name of the new kink in the sex world. You put your name in the pool and get matched with the most compatible love based on your interests. I hope they got it right for me because I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks since receiving the invite. My center is soaking wet just thinking of the things that will be done to it tonight. I bite my lips as I imagine a stranger fucking me brutally hard; it almost makes me cum. I wiggle my hips gently, trying to calm my pulsating vulva as the anticipation builds. Suddenly the sound of a door opening and then closing echoes through the room. It’s followed by the sound of his shoes clipping the ground, which sends waves of moisture flooding my thigh as my core gets more excited the cl
My Best Friend's Father Chapter 3- Help Papi Get his Grove Back
We provide a list when we sign up for this. It’s a list of names of your family and friends, so you are never matched with them. I ensure both my cousin's names were on that list, but not Giovanni Caputo. The color drains from my face as the possibility settles, my heart pounds loudly in my chest. Could I have slept with Mr.Caputo? I clench my thighs together like last night flashes in my mind. No, no, it’s not him; it can’t be him. Mr.C is goofy and corny; I imagine sex with him would be sweet and romantic. Last night was not sweet, nor was it romantic. Mr.C can’t possibly f**k like that, can he? My core moistens the more I think of last night. I grip the sink. “Stop it; it’s not him; it’s just a coincidence.” I jump at the sound of someone knocking at the door. “Brandi, are you alright?” My core throbs with just the sound of his voice; stop it, Brandi, it isn’t him. This is Mr.C, G’s father; you are not attracted to him. He is off-limits. “Brandi?” I inhale
My Best Friend's Father Chapter 4- Caught
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My Best Friend's Father Chapter 5- Finger Licking Good
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My Best Friend's Father Chapter 6- No Panties
Brandi It’s 11:00 on Friday; I’m sitting at my desk reviewing room ideas for my latest project. My phone rings; I reach to pick it up. It’s Gianna. Since Sunday, I haven’t spoken with her the day I realized I not only fucked her father, but I wanted to f**k him again. Not that he’s interested, I wanted to entice him, make him want me. So I allowed him to see me practically naked, finger soaking wet, but he pretended as if nothing happened. I groan as I remember licking my finger; I must seem too childish to him. Of course, he doesn’t want me, the real me. He’s probably known me too long to get turned on by my little games. The phone rings again, interrupting my thoughts. I answer it quickly. “Hey, G.” “Brandi, want to meet me for drinks tonight?” “Me, as in you alone?” She sounds skittish; she always sounds like that when she’s plotting something. “Uh, Carlos will be there.” “And..” “Okay, and one of his friends, B, he’
My Best Friend's Father Chapter 7-That Woman
Three weeks later Giovanni I walk into the Darkroom, the hottest underground sex club in the state. The club has a decent amount of patrons performing some sex act. Carina, a waitress, saunters over to me in a skimpy black number. “Business or Pleasure Big daddy?”I chuckle, amused; she always calls me this. “Business Carina, I see you finally got your breasts done, very tasteful.” she blushes and smiles, then wraps her arms around mine. “Thank you; my regulars love it. I’m sure you will too.” She winks at me. I smile, she’s been flirting with me since William hired her two years ago, but I tend to keep my hands off women who get paid for sex, not that I think it’s wrong; I just like the idea of a woman wanting me for me. “I bet I would; where’s William?” She pouts at my shuttle rejection. “You’re no fun as usual. Do you believe I’m too young to handle all that dick?” She grabs my trunk, which surprises me, but it instantly hard
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