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There is a woman outside my widow

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can I rest in peace?

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Something I'm Working On. (not complete - scaps)

One

Molly woke to morning light cutting through the blinds in vertical rays. She stammered a curse, then covered her eyes. After a moment, the waking world came back to her, and Molly remembered last night. She’d bought a guy home and had amazing sex until exhaustion took them. 

She reached to the other side of the bed and let out a grunt of disappointment when it was empty. It would have been nice if he’d stayed, but a fling was a fling. As long as he didn't rob her, it was normal for them to skip out before sunrise. 

She sat up, yawned, and untangled herself from the bedsheets. As she did so, Molly realized she could still smell his musk on the fabric. She sniffed it, remembering his weight on top of her; his hips driving into her, shaking her body, her bed, the fucking world.

Two

It was too early to be aroused, but there it was, a sprung faucet between her legs. She craved another round and cursed him for leaving her wanting. Then, a different smell drifted past her nose. The smell of cooking bacon.

She ventured downstairs and found her fling standing over her stove in his boxers. His back was to her, and Molly took a moment to take in his legs and back. She noted the scratch marks around his shoulders and felt a little bad at her handiwork, but only a little. It was his fault, really.

She leaned into the doorjamb and cleared her throat. He turned on his heels, and even though he was smiling, Molly saw that his face was washed in surprise and embarrassment. He acted as if she’d caught him with his dick out, which wouldn’t have been a big deal given last night’s events. 

Three

“Hi,” he blurted out. he had a spatula in one hand, and he gestured with it behind him. “Sorry, I woke up really hungry, and it felt like a dick move to just cook for myself soooo…” He finished with his hands steadily turning up, and Molly realized he wanted her approval. 

“Yeah, I get it,” she said with a chuckle. 

“Okay, thanks.” relief wiped his face clear, leaving only his smile. He turned back to the stove, flipping over some bacon before calling over his shoulder, “Please tell me you’re hungry.”

“Yeah,” She started with a grin, “but not for breakfast.”

Four

Molly crossed the room and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed herself to his back and kissed one of the scratches there. She caught his scent again, only now she could smell herself too. Her scent clung to his flesh, and the mix of the two lit a desire in her.

“I’m hungry for something else.” 

A thought accrued to Molly then. He’d gone down on her just before they both passed out. If she kissed him, could she still taste herself on his lips? She turned by his hips, and he moved like on a turn style, facing her with soft eyes and his cock growing ridged in his boxers. Molly went up on her tip-toes and kissed him. Yup, she was still there, on his lips, on his tongue.

Five

“Mmm,” she purred. 

“I know,” he joked. “Not as good as bacon, but not half bad either, right?”

Molly went to her knees to show him which one she taste for. She kissed his cock through his boxers until the fabric was dark with her saliva and his precum, then she yanked them down and began sucking his cock while the bacon popped and hissed behind them. 

It was awkward, but he managed to reach around and turn the stove off. Then Molly took him down to the base, and he let out a grunt of surprise. She rubbed herself while she sucked and slurped. If the taste on his lips was a five, the taste on his cock was a ten. The flavor of both of them was magnificent, only heightened by the fact that it was on an already delicious cock.

“Damn,” the word slipped from his lips, sounding to Molly like a quiet compliment. She smiled up at him. While her tongue teased the tip of his cock.

“This is for last night,” she explained, and he laughed and looked away.

After she’d climaxed last night, he rolled her onto her back and began eating her pussy while she was still sensitive. His tongue didn't seem to care. She writhed like a sick patient while he held her legs open and ignored her breathy pleas. He made her cum again, and finally, after she begged him to stop, he’d pulled away with his face glossy and a crooked smile.

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Hey. I recently finished a spicy short story called "Lori's Letter." It's about how one night, a letter between two neighbors brings them closer together. You should check it out, but be warned, there is a bit of Rough Play and a bit of CNC involved.

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Story for spooky season.

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a story for spooky season

Hey! Not too long ago I wrote a sexy little story for spooky season. It's called Square Tooth Grin, and you can check it out here.

If you do, tell me what you think.

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Hey! If you get a minute, you should check out my new story. It’s called “Like Lilith.” Enjoy, and if you like it make sure to let me know. You can check it out here

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What sort of darkness do you have inside of you

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He’s more than just a bully. Something is wrong with that boy!

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Eighteen

Val was in the Kitchen when her roommate banged through the front door. Her whole body tensed at the noise before she groaned inwardly. It had been so peaceful before having a roommate. Nice and quiet.

Emily, her roommate, was generally a loud person. When she spoke, she was loud; when she laughed, she was loud; and when she fucked, she was especially loud. 

It was that last part that really rubbed Val the wrong way over the past six months. Emily had woken Valerie up a dozen or so times with her donkey bray of moans. Why did Emily have to be so damn loud? Why couldn't she just be more like Val? 

"Hey, roomie," Emily called. Val looked over her shoulder to see her standing in the kitchen doorway. Then, she heard Emily clear her throat before saying, "Hey, um - I'm sorry about last night."

Val turned around, wide-eyed in surprise. "Me and Brad got a little carried away, and- " She cut herself short, perhaps not knowing how to finish, but Val didn’t need her to. 

By the sound of things, last night had been one for the memory books. Whoever this Bradley was, he sounded as if he rode Emily hard. The idea of a bulky jokey riding a small Emily-looking horse crossed Val's mind for a moment before mentally flinging the image away in disgust. 

It wasn't often Val heard whoever her roommate was banging. Mostly it was just Emily being obnoxious and sounding like a discount pornstar. But last night was different. They fucked almost comically loud, and the booming voice of what sounded like some burly man was unmistakable. That, coupled with Emily's mincing one, hammered right through drywall and into Val's ears. They kept her for the better part of two hours. 

"Wait," Val said, thinking back. "Wasn't Brad the guy from last week?"

Emily let out an embarrassed laugh. "That was a different Brad."

"Oh," it came out as a dismissive vowel. Val turned and went back to washing dishes, excepting Emily's apology quietly but not wanting to talk about this any further. For a moment, there was a weighted silence between them. Val was used to silence, an old companion from when she was a child. Emily was not. 

"So, Um-" She cleared her throat and asked Val’s back, "How come you never bring any guys home? I mean, come on, we never really talk. What's your body count?"

Val stopped washing the dishes long and turned back to Emily. She thought for a long moment, letting her eyes drift up as if seeing the mental math floating above. After a moment, she proudly answered, "about seventeen."

Emily laughed and spat out the words, "Hold shit Val!" She sounded impressed, and Val smiled and looked a little bashful. She'd never really spoken to anyone about this. Val always thought that what she did leaned more into the taboo and was frowned upon. 

"What a little hoe," Emily said and laughed. Val stared at her for a moment, not fully understanding. She knew Emily was joking; the problem was Val didn't get the joke. 

"What do you mean?" Then it hit her like a hammer blow. "Oh," Val cast her eyes down. "Not like that."

Emily's smile faltered. "What?" But Val turned back to the dishes, suddenly full of embarrassment. Did Emily think Val was like her? LIKE HER!? No, she wasn't a loud, obnoxious tramp. She wasn't attention-seeking or eager to please. Val was quiet, and so were her men, eventually. She didn't just pick them up at some dive bar or any of the online-swipe right- apps. 

No, her men were meticulously researched and carefully groomed. Valerie lulled them in with her quiet, mousy demeanor until she was tired of their noise. They were loud at first, loud with pleading, loud with begging, and loud with crying. But that was alright. Val was patient and took great pleasure in silencing them. 

"What do you mean?" Emily asks, But Val didn't want to answer. Anger surprised her, and beneath the mirk of the dishwater, Val's finger closed around one of her cleavers. 

"Hey!" Emily stepped closer with her braying voice and her stupid little questions. "If not sex, what do you mean by seventeen?"

So, she showed her.

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Don’t let them win

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Hunger at night

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