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Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

She kissed his jaw. "My biggest fantasy," she whispered, "is watching you tied down, unable to touch me. And I climb you like a tree until I'm satisfied. Over and over." He let out a strangled sound, clearly trying not to get hard. Faye grinned. "So, you're going to do it or not?" "You can't be serious." She pulled out her phone, opened P*******t, and showed him an entire folder. "I've been designing it since I moved in."

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

“Don’t you dare compare my life to that cringe!” “Hey! Don’t call it that. I love to read that cheesy cringe.” She adds with caution. “If it’s well written...” I chuckle. “It wouldn’t stop me from judging you, Hanna.” She rolls her eyes and says, “Anyway, what I wanted to tell you tonight.... is something you already know... But maybe reading this can help you out.” She hands me her phone to show me some saved Reddit posts. Posts about Demisexuality. She wears headphones to watch some N*****x show she chose. I spend the next hour browsing experiences shared by people.