The Brother-in-law

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Home, Finally Home

From my imagination, any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Thanks to Karen B for her help. ***** Fate is a cruel bitch. It is mindless, heartless, and it just happens to you. You can't stop it from happening. You don't even know it is going to happen until it is over and done. Sometimes it takes years to happen. Looking back you understand how it happened and when it happened, but you are clueless at the time it is happening. After it has happened, the only thing you can do is try to keep it from destroying you. I was sitting in a little café in Big Lake, Texas. I think the coffee I was drinking had acid in it. It was so strong I thought I could use it as fuel in my old pickup setting outside. I really didn't care as I was just doing my time in hell on earth. I looked like a bum, but I wasn't. I had a couple of million in a bank in the Cayman Islands. I had on clothes that I bought at Goodwill. My jeans were ragged and dirty looking. I had o...
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Growth and Lust Ch. 02 - Tied down

Wow yall really liked the first one, the awesome feedback and cheers for another chapter were great to see. I appreciate every one of you that read my work and I plan on keeping this thing going! ***** The wind swept over the lulling hill as Ginrar leaned against the tree at the very top, fields of wheat swayed and the rays of sunshine warmed the countryside. Roke sat in between her legs and his head rested against her heavy breasts, he squirmed and dug his heels in the dirt as he bit his bottom lip trying to contain his breathy moans. "I thought you said you could last, Roke?" her voice heavy with lust and a bit of teasing. She watched joyfully as he squirmed and tried to come up with a witty reply, her left hand grasping his hot iron rod and stroking him as she ran her right palm in circles on the tip of his cock. "I-I can," was all he could get out, his pants down to his thighs and his sweaty palms grabbing at Gins knees on either side of him. He tried as hard ...
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It's Never Just Coffee

Charlie looked down at her phone, aimlessly scrolling work emails with one hand, while she nervously rubbed her thumbnail with her index and middle finger with the other. Her dishwater blonde hair sat in loose waves and she momentarily put her phone down to toss it over one shoulder, and then the other. She bit her lower lip and pondered if this was really a good idea. Charlie had met Dan online, in a chat room, two months almost exactly to the day of her 26th birthday. If she was being honest with herself, Charlie had been struggling since May of the previous year. She had started writing as an outlet for her pain -- publishing her stories in what felt like a safe space: an erotic website. She had discovered the chat room feature after about a month and used it on occasion when she needed a particular outlet. She never found anyone worth talking to for more than a few minutes. Until Dan. She couldn't remember now what he had said to her at first, but after a witty retort to it, ...
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