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Twisted Delights (14)

Bette worked hard. During the week, she was at Lord Duncan's beck and call for whatever secretarial duties he needed. She swore that she deserved a medal for dealing with some of the soldiers that came through. “Bette!” “Yes, Lord Duncan,” she said as she came through the door, and into his office. “We have… Continue reading Twisted Delights (14)

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Need (3)

Ana gulped. She knew that her whole body was on fire. Even though she'd written a paper on sexuality, she still didn't understand it. Her fingers pinched her breast through her gown. Her thighs were soaked. She wriggled in her seat, and a moan escaped her lips. Micha could stand it no longer. He moved… Continue reading Need (3)

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Twisted Delights (12)

Breakfast finished and everyone headed off to their various duties. Declan followed Bette and then went in to chat with Lord Duncan. “Let me know if she desires or needs further training.” “I will James. She was damn responsive to it all. Better than I expected.” “Good. Always thought she would be. I've a new… Continue reading Twisted Delights (12)

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Twisted Delights (11)

Declan snuggled Bette to his chest. He'd been pleasantly surprised to find that she'd left her panties and bra behind in her room. Between that and long absence, their first bit of lovemaking ended in record time. “It's been too long, Bette.” “Yes. Will it take you long to be ready to go again?” Declan… Continue reading Twisted Delights (11)

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday Stupidity

http://googlegif.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/1252480513_megan_fox_jennifers_body.gif “So, tell me what happened.” “We went out for dinner, and then back to my apartment.” “And,” “We started drinkin'. Beer and shots. She started dancin' and rubbin' her body up against me. Making my dick hard. She was so fuckin' drunk.” “Yeah? Tell me more.” “Her damn phone rang. She started talkin'. Phone… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Stupidity

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Flash Fiction Friday St. Frances’ Angels

Running through the underground tunnels, fear filled his veins with adrenaline. How had he gotten here? How would he survive? Had it only been two hours since he'd walked into the Oak and Thorn? Since he ordered up Spy Fantasy? The sounds of gunfire were growing closer as he ran. “A spy fantasy?” “Yes. Maybe… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday St. Frances’ Angels

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Flash Fiction Friday Spanks!

Jake woke up to the feel of hands on his body. He'd fallen asleep on the couch, and at first thought that it was Stella. As he opened his eyes, he found four of his burliest friends each grabbing a limb. “What's going on?” “Turn him over,” Stella said. Jake tried to struggle, not knowing… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Spanks!

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Flash Fiction Friday Jack

Sex had been great. Becky sucked cock like no one else, and they'd collapsed in a sticky, satisfied mess well after midnight. As dawn peeked through the window, Jack was up and out of bed before he could get distracted by her luscious body. He showered, put on sweats and headed for the kitchen. Jack… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Jack