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True Love

Despite the heat I was feeling from behind, a cooling February breeze was blowing in off the blue water below, sweeping across the condo balcony and entering through the open sliding-glass doors, disturbing, no doubt, the veil-like curtains flanking them. I looked mostly at the pillow below, its satiny case a kind of silver in color. Silver-grey. With each thrust I moaned, involuntarily, while beginning to wonder, as the pleasurable minutes ticked away, if my lover was growing tired of the endless vocalizing. Some guys, in my experience, the dominant type in particular, didn't like it. "Shut up!" "Yes. Yessir." My new friend said nothing, however. He just fucked away, his tempo fast, relentless, though not overly forceful. He seemed to stop just shy of pounding into me each time—pounding me into the headboard—for which I was grateful. It made it more like love-making than a mere, desperate fuck. It was artful, his technique. We'd met on the beach what seem...
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Dance Me to the End of Love Ch. 03

(Author's Note: This chapter has a little more backstory, but no sex. The following chapters will contain sex. Lots of sex.) SHE is standing at our front door. Her hair is long, relaxed curls flecked with reddish-gold, tumbling out of the colorful scarf in which it's lightly gathered. She has an elegantly mature, somewhat chiseled face, with high cheekbones that taper to a delicately rounded chin, a pert nose, and a small but expressive mouth—currently wearing a slightly pouty smile—highlighted by rosy-taupe lipgloss. Her eyes are hidden behind large, dark designer sunglasses. She's wearing a light, shawl-collar blazer over a tailored white button-down, rather conservatively buttoned-up, and french-tucked into cropped, very tailored, dark wash jeans, pulled together with a skinny black belt and black patent leather pumps. On anyone else, I would have cynically called it an "intentionally—and expensively—insouciant look," but for now, I freeze... For What It'...
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Domination and a DP for My Girl

It was another hot morning as I sat in my car, waiting for Kacey to get off work. For the last couple of weeks, we had hooked up a half dozen times, whenever I could get away from the house long enough to pick her up. We fucked only twice, but I had used her ass both times. She bravely withstood the pain, and told me she enjoyed doing that for me. I had bigger plans for her, though. I called her my slut; at first teasingly, but she latched onto that, and told me repeatedly that she would do anything I wanted. She was asking, so I intended to push that. In reality, I had two objectives: to enjoy all the things I'd ever wanted and could not, or would not, get my wife to do. But I also wanted to distance myself from her. I knew there was no future for us, and I recognized that an 18-year-old would eventually look for something more than what I could give her. In truth, I didn't want her to drop me. Self-centered, I know, but I couldn't deny it, even as I pushed her limits. No...
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