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Molly Knocks - 2
Posted:Jun 8, 2021 10:14 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2021 6:44 am
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Molly barely remembers where Jill's parents house is as she circles the bloc Maps naturally led her around the wagons due her parents odd address at the end of an alley. It was a pretty secluded spot just outside the city but close enough run up the store if needed. Convenient and private. The driveway leads up through some overhanging trees and expands into a large roundabout that greets a big southern style porch that wraps around the side to the back of the house. Molly remembers many sleep overs at this house and how Jill's parents were so loud when they had sex, which was almost every time she stayed over. This led to some fantasies of her own and she was thrilled to be back here. The Jag was the only car in the driveway. Jill's dad loved that car and it looked exactly the same. The fact that he was so meticulous turned her on, he was pretty hot for an older dude.
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Molly Knocks - 1
Posted:May 24, 2021 8:53 pm
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2021 10:15 pm
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Jill is refreshed from her shower and knowing that her father probably masturbated outside the bathroom door, and she is so turned on. She wants confront him, and ask him, and fuck him. She knows she is naughty but clings the story in her mind that her real dad died in a car wreck with her mom. Life sucks sometimes! She was young when it happened and so her godparents took her in and raised her as their own.

“Hey, yo, what the heck is going on?” Jill’s friend, Molly, finally answers the phone.

“Molly! Awesome babe! Where are you?”
“I’m at my parents for the weekend. You?”
“Same. Did you hear about the reunion?”
“Totally! Wanna go?”
“Fuck! I’m thinking about it.”
“Honey, I can’t STOP thinking about fuck!”
“Bitch.”

After seconds of silence, the girls burst into hysterical laughter.

“That was very funny! So, you must be my date if we go. You know I hate going to things like this alone. In fact, you should come over to my dad’s house and hang out. We can plan it out. It will be fun. Besides, I miss you and have not seen you in months.”

“Fine. I will be over in an hour or so. It’s supposed to get hot.”

“Good.” Jill hangs up and heads outside. The sliding glass door opens to a large pool-side patio. It’s perfect. But there’s no sign of her dad. She wonders where he is hiding. Molly will help draw him out. Jill laughs to herself and can’t help but wonder about him. She swears she heard him masturbating at the bathroom door. Molly won’t be there for awhile and so Jill goes looking for her dad.

He can’t believe how turned he was from seeing Jill in the shower – but then ashamed that he would have such thoughts over her. He is her guardian and supposed to look out for her and protect her – that was the promise he made. Still, as his mind wanders through strings of rationalizing his lust for her, he can escape the image of her in the shower masturbating her sweet pussy. He came so hard that he almost got caught. Oh, how he wanted to go to her, but it would have changed everything.

The pool house is a quiet spot he likes to retreat to for solitude. No one ever goes out there and his wife calls it his ‘mancave.’ As he thinks through his desires, erotic scenes out in his mind, and he is annoyed that he is so distracted but also incredibly hard. What if she would have caught him? What would she have done? Maybe she is actually the little pervert she presents herself as – like his little slut. He is absent-mindedly stroking himself through his sweats and realizes how horny he still is. He knows she could have anyone she wanted, and his tool is not the biggest in the shed – but he is proud of its girth, and it still stays rock hard. He squeezes it at the base and strokes toward the head and closes his eyes.

“Ah, that’s it, Jill, take ’s cock, baby. That’s it – yes, stroke it while you suck it. Ah, that makes very happy.”

He doesn’t know when his wife will return, but he needs to fuck and gives in to the loss of time to do chores – his needs are more important now. “Fuck her list!” He laughs, “...there is always tomorrow!” He envisions her dropping to her knees and taking him. “Ah, yes, that’s it, baby…, right there.”

“Right there, ?”

He suddenly opens his eyes, startled, and sees Jill standing there with a sly smile. She steps toward him as he is trying to cup his engorged coc

“Oh fuck! Ah..” He stammers and tries pull up his sweats that are now tangled around his ankles.

“No , stop.” Jill coos and takes his hand away so she can see his coc “Oh , I like that very much. It’s ok – I won’t tell.”

“Fuck Jill…”

“That’s what I want, .” She cuts him off, inserting herself into his fantasy. She is wearing the skimpy swimsuit he had bought for her last summer. “Will you pull this string for me, ?”

He looks up from the floor and her eyes tell him she is serious, and he can’t resist. He let’s Jill take his hand to pull the string around her nec Her suit drops the floor, and he can’t believe how amazing she is up close. Her breasts are large but firm and are pointing right at him.

“Please suck them for , . Please.” Jill has replaced his hands with her own and slowly strokes his hard dick with delicate hands that make him look large.

Her pulls her by the waist and begins suck her nipples with lips and tongue. This is what she wanted and is so glad she thought to look in the pool house when she did. They had plenty of time before Molly would arrive and then no time for awkward silence. She liked how thick his cock felt in her hands.

“That’s it, .” She whispers.

“Oh Jill, we shouldn’t be doing this.” He breathes

“It’s ok, . I’ve wanted you to fuck me forever.” Jill pushes her soft mound toward him and rubs against the head of his dick as he sucks and pushes her tits together. She feels him let go and take control. She doesn't resist as he turns her around and pulls her hips to him - just how he wanted her in the shower.
She loves it.
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HARD
Posted:May 22, 2021 1:18 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2021 6:35 pm
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Chiseled love forged from blood and stone
over years of grinding a mold to cast
in gold for a lifetime imagined

Abuse finds no solace
on sleepless nights
uncertain

Truth eventually comes
from early years to old
with the toil of time

An artist that hates to paint
hangs an empty canvas
on a broken brush

How else should it go...
like slamming his toe
at a junkie's art show.

Nobody was there to know

tbc...
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Midnight Shifts
Posted:May 20, 2021 10:43 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2021 7:55 am
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Recently, Jack's wife, Jill, expressed frustration and on one drunk evening admits wanting a man from her department, named Michael. She says she can't explain it but knows she has have him. She talks about pulling him into a stock room or some other employee hiding spot. She describes how she has had orgasms just walking around the store thinking about taking his dick. That night, she pretends to suck on Jack while she rides her fantasy lover, telling Jack all about it. It is one of the most intense sessions in a while and Jack is thoroughly pleased.

The next day, when the subject is raised, she says she doesn't remember. Certainly, the empty bottle of wine could be a testament, but Jack knows how slutty she was over the fantasy of her lover.

Carefully, he reminds her and encourages her to pursue if she needs to. He assures her that he is ok with it - that it turns him on.

She dismisses it, coyly, with a hungover smile.

..several weeks later..

Jack is tired after a long day and decides to go to bed rather than wait for Jill who is working another late night. She usually gets home just after midnight and sits for awhile to unwind before coming to bed.

A little later, something disturbs Jack from a deep sleep and he sits up, alert. He stretches over her side of the bed to see the clock, realizing she is not there. It is almost 2AM and curiosity grows. He is wide awake now.

Jack gets up and quietly walks to the top of the stairs and listens. He is not wearing any clothes and so doesn't go rushing down right away. He takes one step and stops to listen.

A faint sigh and what sounds like a glass being nearly dropped on the table breaks the silence. "Ssshhh!" He steps back to the top step and listens more closely. Jill is not alone. Jack's imagination runs through a bunch of scenarios - what is she doing?

Jack stands for a long moment and takes a few careful steps down to the next landing and stops. It is quiet again but then he hears another deep sigh - not one that might come from boredom or disappointment.. but one of satisfaction. His mind races with the possibility of what she is doing. His cock starts to thicken at what he might see - he has to see. Jack kneels to peer down into the living room without being caught. The lighting is low with soft music coming from the t.v. - not the usual reality stuff she would be watching before coming to bed. Her shoes are near the front door and a couple of coats are tossed on the chair.

From the shadow of the stair, Jack can see his wife sitting on the couch with someone, maybe her co-worker, Michael, who appears to be fondling and kissing one of her large breasts that she has pulled out of her blouse - feeding it to him. She is cooing, encouraging him, while he eagerly takes pleasure with her generous offering. Then Jack notices he has put one hand between her legs that she has opened up for him. Jill is so incredibly sexy that Jack is instantly hard but he resists going to her and continues to watch.

Jill gently pushes Michael back, stands, and begins to strip her bottoms off, and casually tosses them aside. She starts to slowly rub her pussy, and is whispering something to him while he strips off his shirt as he is looking up at her. He is visibly muscular in the dim and Jack understands why his wife has fantasized about this moment. Then Michael pulls off his pants and Jack can hear Jill breathe heavily and say, "Oh, wants that."

Jack is sitting on the stairs now tugging on his very swollen cock. He can't believe what he is seeing: A man sitting on his couch stroking a pretty good sized dick while watching Jack's wife masturbate for him. But then, Jill goes him and drops down between his legs. Michael's head goes back and he stifles a moan and puts both hands on Jill's head.

As she moves up and down his shaft, Michael encourages her. Jack can't believe how turned on he is and feels like he is about cum. Before he can contain himself, he sees Jill rise and straddle her lover's cock. Jack watches as she slowly slides down his shaft and lets out a loud moan of pleasure. She doesn't care if Jack hears now or not. There is no holding back. Michael pushes his cock upward, thrusting his hips lift Jill slightly as she comes down on him. He is deep inside of her and her hips begin grind and rock back and forth.

Jack is about explode and he can't hold back much longer. Without hesitation, he goes Jill and takes her gently by the throat and directs her toward him. She knows instinctively what Jack needs and takes him into her mouth just as he releases. She does not let go and pumps every drop from her husband and looks up with shy eyes and a smile. Jill is still riding Michael's cock.

"Oh, god it feels so gooood - you're not mad, are you?" Jill removes her top and her gorgeous natural tits (36DD) are released. They are soft but hold up as if she was still 25 years old!

Jack responds by taking one in his mouth and teasing her nipple. Then he runs his hand down her body to find her clit and starts to rub it as she is fucking this . Jill is so horny and riding this cock so hard, Jack steps back to give them space to fuck. He gives Michael a nod to enjoy it - encouraging him.

Then, Michael stands, lifting Jill into the air and spins her around and plants her ass right into the couch.

Jill shrieks, "Oh god, Michael, yes , fuck me." Jack can see for the first time just how thick and long this is and finds himself getting instantly hard again at the sight of it penetrating Jill, who is arching her back and gripping the couch cushions.
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Crawford Oak
Posted:May 20, 2021 9:54 pm
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2021 1:54 pm
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High on an ancient tundra,

God storms through the gorge;

slapping the backside of Hood.

Sheets of rain, like rolling waves,

quench a parched landscape.

Flakey crusted formations

leave little for foliage, still...

hidden shades of green flourish

His mind lost in thought;

many days left empty, rummaging

washed from the earth, drained.

A spent root finally withers its leaves,

slowly giving in to decay.
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A Break From Innocence - Part Four
Posted:May 20, 2021 9:38 am
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2021 5:47 am
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Jill always liked let the water run . She enters when the bathroom is good and steamy. The pores on her soft skin open up the warmth. This is exactly what she needs and takes her time. Though her image begins blur in the mirror, she likes study herself, touching and moving her breasts - pushing them up slightly and then let them drop freely. She has grown to appreciate the 34DD's that she has carried since she was a freshman and now they provide a nice contour to her figure. She casually brushes her soft brown nipples and they perk right up. She loves how they feel and understands why even her father can't help but notice them.

She turns to the side and arches her back slightly to examine her hips and runs her hand down to cup her ass; is still firm and she realizes the desire this must have caused walking around the house as she did. The thought of what would be like him returns. Would he discipline her if she was bad? Would he hold her down forcefully? What would he say her? She slaps her ass and turns back toward the mirror - her image now totally obscured. She giggles at her naughty fantasy. "Oh , I'm sorry, ." She pouts and giggles again and steps into the shower.

He cannot help but stare at how beautiful she has become and watches as she leaves the room. For a brief second, he notices her glance back to catch him in this trance, but he doesn't care. The top she wears leaves little to imagination and when she stands to leave, he sees for the first time how sheer her panties are, and the small dark patch through the thin veil of material shows him how fine she really is. He can't help but imagine how clean and tight her pussy must be and wishes he had the audacity to go to her and join her in the shower. These thoughts swirl around him, consuming him, and he forces himself to get up and clear the table.

It is a gorgeous morning, he thinks, as he looks out the kitchen window. No wind and blue sky. The house is perfectly still and quiet. He can hear the shower and wonders how she cleans herself; does she stroke herself while she lathers or rinse first and then.., he needs a distraction. He needs to stop this thinking but he has grown so thick and hard without even realizing it. He decides to go to his office about half way up the hall to where she is naked. At least, he can find something on the internet - a little porn. Surely, he has time relieve himself before she finishes.

Just then, he hears her giggling and walks a little further up the hall - past his office. He can't help himself - his desire is teetering out of control and he can feel himself swollen with desire that needs be released. He can't shake the image of her hips as she left the room and the way she looked at him when she glanced bac Was it just his imagination? He swears she was pleased that he was checking her out. Was it that she wanted him? No - that is absurd! She is just flirtatious at her age - it means nothing. Still, he continues to walk, unable to resist the lure of fantasy wrapped with the freshness of her scent that now has him tangled up with conflicting thoughts as he stands at the bathroom door listening and absent-mindedly stroking himself.

"Oh ," she coos with her eyes closed, tracing fingers along her wet body. The water rushes over her as she lightly plays with her nipples and runs one hand down along her hips and through the dark patch above her lips. Her mind flashes on her professor and the time he took her after class right in his office. He was so thick and she knows her dad has a similar build. The professor liked it when she called him ';'; and she enjoyed the fantasy and the intense fucking. Her pussy is so wet with the memory. "Oh .., please take . Oh god I want feel you inside of ." She braces herself against the tiled shower - bending her legs slightly. Her mind sees him stroking himself - masturbating at the way she left the room. She knows that he secretly wants her and knows the tension in the air is one of primal needs.

Something catches her attention - a very small sound through the mist; a careful sound like a secret be kept quiet. She sighs deeply and knows that she would give herself him if he came her right then.

He realizes the bathroom door is not closed all the way and freely opens just a couple of inches when he pushes against . In the mirror, he can see the outline of her in the shower. With the door now slightly ajar, he can hear her and realizes she is masturbating. "Oh god.. I want taste you so bad," he whispers and franticly pulls out his cock and starts stroking - working his shaft from base head, and imagines sliding into her from behind. He is running his hands up her hips to cup her breasts as he kisses her neck and feels her push against him, taking his cock into her tight pussy - gripping him. With one hand against the wall, he is fucking her and stroking his cock to simulate the fantasy. He swears he can hear her moaning and wonders if his cover is blown. He can't stop.

Jill pushes fingers in slowly and pinches her nipples.. imagines him entering the bathroom and taking her. She needs be fucked so badly and turns her fingers into her 's coc The water runs down through her breasts and he traces his tongue in her cleavage, sucking her nipples as he pins her against the shower wall - penetrating her. She swears she hears something through the steam and smiles - hoping he is .

He can't remember the last time his cock was so thic He is so turned on now he doesn't care if she hears him or not. In a way, he hopes she catches him and drops the towel to the floor and takes him into her mouth. He knows this won't happen, but can't stop the imagery from playing out in his mind. His hips are moving with each stroke as he simulates how it must be to thrust his cock into her pussy - how she would respond pushing back against him - riding him. He is close and hears a distinct moan come from the other side of the door - from the shower where she is fully exposed and pleasuring herself. He squeezes his shaft firmly and slowly pushes up to the head of his cock with several deliberate strokes - then quickens the pace - pushing his hips into his masturbation, into this moment. He is so close and can feel her hips with one hand while the other runs up her body to her breasts, to her throat.. just then, he hears her release - a quiet orgasm but loud enough for him to hear. His cum bursts out onto his hand and onto the door and makes a small pool on the carpet. He is not done - but can't be caught like this..

She hears a sudden moan from outside the shower and her body quivers with an intense release of fantasy. Her body is alive but she wants more. For now, she knows this is just a moment and relishes what she understands to be an unspoken desire that came together just then. She smiles as she rinses her body and turns off the water.

She wonders what he might have planned for lunch? Of course, she will get a hold of Molly and feels like being social - she will come over? She is certain her dad won't mind.
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A Break From Innocence - Part Three
Posted:May 19, 2021 7:47 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2021 6:39 pm
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She had grown into a woman, a sexual creature with self-confidence and curiosity for the world - quite the opposite of who she was outwardly as a , as a student. Jill was planning and biding her time with good grades to go anywhere she pleased but she was not oblivious to the tempestuous desires for the flesh. The bullies in high school made fun of her body - made her aware of her large tits and ugly nose. She became obsessed with the body and studied medicine and found success in the end. In a way, she was grateful for them.

But her fancy to fuck her father is rationalized because he is not really her biological dad and her fantasy is really nobody's business. It's not like it would actually happen - she just prefers older men. She first saw his penis when she was younger and almost walked in on him fucking her mother. He had her bent over the edge of the bed and she was grabbing her big boobs, pinching and tugging at them while she moaned with pleasure. He had her by the hips and when he pulled out, just to the rim of the head of his cock, she could see his thick veiny shaft right before it disappeared again - sliding back inside mommy. The image stuck with her and maybe had some influence - maybe not.

"Hey, what do you know, it's an invitation to my year class reunion."

"Oh, that's great, Jill! Do you think you will go?"

"Ah, I don't know. I only had a few friends that I stayed in touch with."

"Yes, but look at you now..."

"What do you mean, dad? 'Look at me now?' They always made fun of me."

"That's my point. You will make them all jealous because you are so beautiful and successful - it would drive them crazy!" He laughs with excitement. "Here you go - fresh off the griddle!"

"Ooo, thank you." She coos at the delicious plate with warm syrup dripping over the edges and running down over the eggs and onto the bacon.

"So you think I should go and make them all jealous - like a little redemption party?"

"Sure, why not? Maybe get in touch with your friend Molly - you would have a lot of fun, I think, and you really have grown into a beautiful woman - you have nothing to be nervous about."

She feels herself blush. "Thanks.. dad, that means a lot - but you really think so? I mean it's not like my tits have gotten any smaller." She sees his eyes wander across her body as she takes a bite of the waffle he made for her.

"uh, oh - well, I think you look fantastic..., I mean - anyone would die to be with you, I'm sure.. I mean - at the party - you know, some of those that bullied you in high school would be so jealous." He stammers feeling his primal 'man' trying to kick the door down to his own desires.

Jill smiles and chews slowly before she swallows and then takes a long slow sip of his juice. "You're so funny, dad - I mean, if I am not mistaken, you are blushing!"

"Oh baby-girl... no, no it's not like that.. whatever!" He turns away back toward the kitchen and makes up his own plate after clearing some dishes.

"Well, I will consider it. Maybe Molly is still in the area?" She is enjoying this little game of insinuation and can feel the tension. By her calculation, he has not been laid in quite some time. At some point, she might try to broach that subject - but connecting with Molly would be fabulous, she thinks.

Her father comes back and sits with her, taking a bite of bacon. "So, sounds like you've got a plan then. I think it will be a lot of fun for you."

"I will see if Molly is in the area - maybe she already knows about the reunion? I will send her an email and invite her over to the house if she is around."

"Sure, that would be fine. Man, I've not seen that in years, it seems like."

"I will make it happen then. Maybe the three of us can do something fun?" She smiles and reaches over and brushes his arm and gives him a gentle squeeze. "I love you daddy - I am gonna go get in the shower. Thanks for the amazing breakfast!"

He smiles and watches as she gets up to leave. He can't help but notice her loose breasts sway through the sheer top. She really has grown into quite a woman. He can't help but stare at her and how her hips move when she comes back from the kitchen. He wishes his wife would be so carefree and comfortable to walk around like this in nothing but her panties.

"Thanks again, dad. I will be back in a few."

"No problem, there are towels in the hall closet."

"Thanks!" She looks over her shoulder and catches him watching her and imagines he will masturbate once she is gone.
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A Break From Innocence - Part Two
Posted:May 18, 2021 9:41 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2021 9:22 am
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She watched her father move about the kitchen, orchestrating a culinary quartet of bacon, eggs, fresh squeezed juice, and waffles. It was his specialty and he always made it on special occasions. "So what's so special?"

"You! The fact that you have come to visit. I can't think of anything more special than that! Do you have something else in mind to celebrate the occasion?" He was only slightly insinuating something that lingered just below the surface of his breath, probably totally unaware like raw honey that has been dipped in a hot cup of desire. She can hear it coming from a place that neither dared to acknowledge but the slightest tension was present, at least, she noticed it.

"So how are things going with mom and you?"

"What? Oh, fine. Busy - she has been really busy keeping busy." He looks up and they both laugh at his description.

"Well..., busy is good, right? How about you - how are YOU doing? Are you enjoying your retirement?"

"Oh, you know - I get bored."

"Well, the garden looks amazing! I can't believe what you've done out there - I love how you've balanced such beautiful flowers with the vegetables. I love the Locust and Bleeding Hearts! The garden has obviously kept you fit!" He turns toward the sink to rinse a bowl and notices the muscles in his shoulders tense. He is well defined and tanned. His legs are still strong and she wonders about what lay on the other side of such a nice ass. Her thoughts imagine him fucking her mother and how such a mild mannered guy might be in the bedroom.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I am just really glad you are here." His voice is careful. She thinks he is holding something back and then realizes her breasts are pushing the boundaries of her braless tank top and her panties are still moist from her little game of touch in the basement. Of course, he can't see her panties beneath her short skirt but she wants him to see...wants to show him how much she has matured. At the same time, she can't go there and must resist the temptation of casting him as her professor and fucking him right there in the waffle and eggs.

"So did you read the letter I put on the table for you?"

"Not yet - it is weird that it was sent here though. I wonder who it came from?"

"I'm not sure - why don't you take a look while I finish getting this masterpiece pulled together!" He glances at her and gives a wink and a smile then blows her a kiss.
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A Break From Innocence - Part One
Posted:May 18, 2021 9:05 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2021 5:05 pm
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Jill had been considered a homely . In high school, other girls from the click called her Bill. She had her posse, a small group of over-achievers that stayed away from the popular parties opting to gather at one friend or the other for game night and movies and popcorn if not pondering complex algorithms and the next biology exam.

She was musing over old notebooks and year books she pulled from boxes that collected dust from a forgotten closet in her parent's basement where she was visiting before going off to start a career.

From the top of the stairs, her father calls down, "Honey, you've got some mail here. I'll put it on the table."

"Thanks." she answers and wonders why she would be getting mail at her parents house? She had moved out years ago when she went off to college.

"God I hardly recognize myself!" She thinks as she thumbs to one of her class pictures! "I can't believe how different I looked." Jill was rigorous in her routine to get fit during college and was nothing like she was in high school. Although she kept to herself, she enjoyed the way the eyes undressed her when she walked into a room. She is certain that even her father has noticed her transformation to being a woman - no eyes were immune to her curves. She remembers a time when she thought that she must be a man and even thought about going that way, but beneath it all, she was always a woman and with the help of one of her professors, learned to appreciate her sex. She will never forget him, even though a much older man in a sexless marriage, he showed her how beautiful she is and how much she enjoys fucking.

Her hand had drifted to pull up her skirt and without thinking of it had begun to stroke her perfectly groomed kitty while she reminisced the first time he came up behind her and ran his hands over her hips. A wet spot on her white cotton panties now visible; hard nipples plucked from her white braless tank top.

"Honey, do you want breakfast?" Her dad loved making breakfast - mornings have always been his favorite time of day. She knows he loves her but wonders about what holds him back. It would be so inappropriate, she knows, but beneath the facade of parental duty - a role he inherited when her parents got crushed by the drunk truck driver - how does he ignore the primal urges? He was such a good daddy to her and all she ever knew growing up, but still.. she wonders.

"Thanks dad, I'll be right up... whatever you are making is fine with me!" She knew he would be making waffles and bacon.

"Got it, darling, coming right up!" His voice was always upbeat and expectant.

She puts away the box of memorabilia and goes upstairs.

"Honey, you really need to go put some clothes on! You are not a little girl anymore." Her mother strolls into the room, clearly rushed as usual with somewhere to run off to - work she says, it's always work.

"Are you going to join us for breakfast? I have a feeling dad is making his special!"

"Not today my love, I am going to the city with Margorie to do some shopping today. It is their anniversary coming up and she wants to make a girls day of it and find something nice. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you wanted to come along."

"No, that's fine. I have spent enough time in the car for a few days. I wish they would get the train going again - then it would be so much easier to come out to visit. Thanks though. I'll make sure dad doesn't get into any trouble and keep him company."

"Ok dear, I understand that drive can be grueling." With that, she gives her dad a peck on the cheek and is out the door. "I'll be home this evening - have a good day." she calls over her shoulder as she heads out the door.

Jill turns toward the kitchen where her dad is whisking some batter. "So, whatcha making?" She smiles.
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A Break From Innocence
Posted:May 18, 2021 7:02 am
Last Updated:May 18, 2021 12:15 pm
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Jill had been considered a homely . In high school, other girls from the click called her Bill. She had her posse, a small group of over-achievers that stayed away from the popular parties opting to gather at one friend or the other for game night and movies and popcorn if not pondering complex algorithms and the next biology exam.

She was musing over old notebooks and year books she pulled from boxes that collected dust from a forgotten closet in her parent's basement where she was visiting before going off to start a career.

From the top of the stairs, her father calls down, "Honey, you've got some mail here. I'll put it on the table."

"Thanks." she answers and wonders why she would be getting mail at her parents house? She had moved out years ago when she went off to college.

"God I hardly recognize myself!" She thinks as she thumbs to one of her class pictures! "I can't believe how different I looked." Jill was rigorous in her routine to get fit during college and was nothing like she was in high school. Although she kept to herself, she enjoyed the way the eyes undressed her when she walked into a room. She is certain that even her father has noticed her transformation to being a woman - no eyes were immune to her curves. She remembers a time when she thought that she must be a man and even thought about going that way, but beneath it all, she was always a woman and with the help of one of her professors, learned to appreciate her sex. She will never forget him, even though a much older man in a sexless marriage, he showed her how beautiful she is and how much she enjoys fucking.

Her hand had drifted to pull up her skirt and without thinking of it had begun to stroke her perfectly groomed kitty while she reminisced the first time he came up behind her and ran his hands over her hips. A wet spot on her white cotton panties now visible; hard nipples plucked from her white braless tank top.

"Honey, do you want breakfast?" Her dad loved making breakfast - mornings have always been his favorite time of day. She knows he loves her but wonders about what holds him back. It would be so inappropriate, she knows, but beneath the facade of parental duty - a role he inherited when her parents got crushed by the drunk truck driver - how does he ignore the primal urges? He was such a good daddy to her and all she ever knew growing up, but still.. she wonders.

"Thanks dad, I'll be right up... whatever you are making is fine with me!" She knew he would be making waffles and bacon.

"Got it, darling, coming right up!" His voice was always upbeat and expectant.

She puts away the box of memorabilia and goes upstairs.

"Honey, you really need to go put some clothes on! You are not a little girl anymore." Her mother strolls into the room, clearly rushed as usual with somewhere to run off to - work she says, it's always work.

"Are you going to join us for breakfast? I have a feeling dad is making his special!"

"Not today my love, I am going to the city with Margorie to do some shopping today. It is their anniversary coming up and she wants to make a girls day of it and find something nice. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you wanted to come along."

"No, that's fine. I have spent enough time in the car for a few days. I wish they would get the train going again - then it would be so much easier to come out to visit. Thanks though. I'll make sure dad doesn't get into any trouble and keep him company."

"Ok dear, I understand that drive can be grueling." With that, she gives her dad a peck on the cheek and is out the door. "I'll be home this evening - have a good day." she calls over her shoulder as she heads out the door.

Jill turns toward the kitchen where her dad is whisking some batter. "So, whatcha making?" She smiles.
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lavender skin
Posted:Jun 3, 2018 6:34 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2021 6:37 pm
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there she lay wrapped in lavender like a feather that traces the skin with the lightest touch. She is cast to resign; to submit to her own desires.

There is a mirror where her silhouette is cast among the shadows of the room. A dark figure reaches down to attach her blindfold. In the blackness, hands begin to probe; they come in waves. Her body is tinged with lust that builds with each stroke of their fingers across her vulnerable skin. There is a whimper of pleasure.

Guided by intuitive touch, she savors the presence of two. One familiar and another estranged, fueling desire with curiosity.

a soft kiss slides along her breast
an erotic pulse penetrates.
a woman whispers gently

hands join at the hip coaxing
the woman slides down, pressing back
she is pulled into her climax
he holds the scales firmly

faintly, he is behind the woman
bent down with her kisses
she works off the blind

tbd
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Still Spring
Posted:Oct 8, 2016 3:03 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2021 6:38 pm
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beaten into dust
 
only lines remain

layers compound and deepen 
vanishing points are endless
 

Wide fields turn to wild tundra
where ancients do live
 

The vastness lifts my soul
like sulfur from the earth

A pool of placid strength
draws power through resting water

An osprey rips invisible currents
crossing strips of black canvas

Suspended in the still
a love slips back to the garden
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something
Posted:Oct 6, 2016 7:22 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2021 6:39 pm
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Sometimes swollen from stress, she stifles a smile strained and scared to share some semblance of self-satisfaction.

Starts and stops string a song of life standing as a solitary sign, annoyingly stoic and submissive. A vast sea of sound is situated with only strangers strapped in their own seat; saddled with their own stride.

Surrounded with sterling chauffeurs; suffocated in a façade of sugar and spice. A day dream of circumstance contrasts who you thought you should be; sunbathed in shiny bronze of slippery skin.

Something surreal sifted slowly into the psychosomatic reality of sweet truth. A shift of self-discovery and consideration of something sinuously beautiful, even if aloof with stubborn scandals that skip along a sidewalk of surrendered seams of hope.

Saturated with tears, a soul swallows strands of soft string; styled for she that would embrace her strength and let go of the sinister sense of succumbing to a stagnant strangulation of self.

Stars streak through a scattered sky. A stern lip stings with a piercing slip of spiked tongue; split with spite. Sand drains through steep cylinders of scoured time while you shout at the top of your lungs scratching for something simple.

Screaming into silence where only shit moves in the bowels of your social media. Certain sob stories shall sink in making way for a strapping scheme of survival, The surface is smooth as the sinking moon, astounded by the sun that celebrates.

Stealthy silhouette slinks into shadows of insanity; swept into smithereens, a sultry tone smells of salty slang. Certainly.
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