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CRAVING MY DAUGHTER’S BOYFRIEND 7
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2026-07-24 21:57:21
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100 WAYS TO SIN WE NEVER FINISHED 6
Claire’s POV I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the pressure of his mouth again and the way his hand had tightened at my waist. The kiss played on a loop until the dark of the blue room felt too small to hold it. When the gray morning light finally pushed through the curtains I was already awake, staring at the ceiling with my pulse still unsettled. Downstairs the house woke slowly. I waited until I heard enough movement before I left the room. Noah was not in the kitchen when I entered. The relief was brief and unconvincing. I poured coffee and drank it standing at the sink while my aunt talked about the plan for the day. A late lunch. A walk into town for a few people. Board games later if the weather turned. Ordinary details that felt disconnected from the fact that I could still taste him. He came in from the back porch halfway through my second cup. Cold air clung to his sweater. Our eyes met across the kitchen and held. There was no politeness left in the loo
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Claire’s POV I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the pressure of his mouth again and the way his hand had tightened at my waist. The kiss played on a loop until the dark of the blue room felt too small to hold it. When the gray morning light finally pushed through the curtains I was already awake, staring at the ceiling with my pulse still unsettled. Downstairs the house woke slowly. I waited until I heard enough movement before I left the room. Noah was not in the kitchen when I entered. The relief was brief and unconvincing. I poured coffee and drank it standing at the sink while my aunt talked about the plan for the day. A late lunch. A walk into town for a few people. Board games later if the weather turned. Ordinary details that felt disconnected from the fact that I could still taste him. He came in from the back porch halfway through my second cup. Cold air clung to his sweater. Our eyes met across the kitchen and held. There was no politeness left in the loo
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Claire’s POV Morning came with gray light and the smell of coffee already moving through the house. I stayed in the blue room until I heard enough voices downstairs to make going down feel safer. Noah was at the table again when I entered the kitchen. Our eyes met for a brief second before I looked away and poured coffee. The charged quiet from the night before still sat under my skin. I took my cup and went to help my aunt with breakfast preparations so I would not have to sit across from him. The day filled itself with errands and noise. A trip to the store with two cousins. Setting up extra folding tables on the covered porch because more relatives were expected for the evening meal. Noah was pulled into the same tasks more than once. We passed each other in the hallway with careful nods. We handed each other serving dishes without letting our fingers touch. The avoidance had its own weight. By late afternoon my nerves felt scraped raw from the effort of it. Evening brought mor
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Claire’s POV I stayed upstairs longer than I meant to. The blue room felt smaller every time I came back to it. Noah’s scarf still hung over the chair. His bag remained by the wall even though he was sleeping downstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the house fill with more voices as the afternoon deepened. Someone put music on. Someone else shouted for extra glasses. The ordinary noise of a holiday gathering moved through the walls while the unanswered question from the truck stayed lodged under my ribs. When I finally went back down, the living room was crowded. Relatives filled the couches and the floor. A football game played on the television with the sound low. Noah stood near the fireplace talking to my uncle, one hand wrapped around a glass. He looked up the second I entered. The contact lasted only a moment before he turned back to the conversation, but the awareness of it settled across my skin like heat. I took a seat on the far end of the couch and answ
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Claire’s POV I woke to the sound of voices in the kitchen and the smell of coffee moving up the stairs. For a few seconds I forgot where I was. Then the blue walls came into focus and the weight of the night before settled back into my chest. Noah was in this house. He had slept on the couch. He was probably already downstairs with a mug in his hand, answering questions about work and the weather like nothing about this weekend was complicated. I stayed in bed longer than I needed to. When I finally got up I moved quietly, washed my face in the small bathroom, and changed into jeans and a sweater. The hallway was empty. Downstairs the conversation rose and fell in the easy rhythm of people who had not seen each other in a year. Noah was at the kitchen table when I walked in. He looked up immediately. The same careful expression from the night before. A mug sat in front of him, half empty. My aunt was at the stove. My uncle was reading something on his phone. Two cousins argued so
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Claire’s POV I almost turned around in the driveway. The house looked the same as it had the last time I saw it. White siding. Wide porch. The old swing still hanging at one end, moving a little in the cold air. Cars filled the gravel in front of the garage and lined the edge of the yard. Holiday lights framed the windows even though it was still afternoon. Someone had already started cooking. I could smell it the second I opened the car door. I told myself it would be fine. A few days. Family. Food. Enough noise to keep any one conversation from lasting too long. I pulled my bag from the back seat and walked up the steps before I could change my mind. The front door was unlocked. It always was during gatherings. I stepped into the entryway and the warmth hit me first, then the sound. Voices from the kitchen. A television on low in the living room. Someone laughing too hard at something that probably was not that funny. I set my bag down and took off my coat. My aunt appeared f
100 WAYS TO SIN SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li
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LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
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LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
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LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the
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