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Watching Him Back Ch. 03

Porter's locker is next to mine. He's that guy nobody really likes because he's a complete douchebag. However, since he isn't into dumb shit like Dungeons and Dragons and he's rich, he's never quite at the bottom of the social tier. We have three classes together but I don't talk to him. I think he's friends with Crispin. "I saw you," he says one day. "Oh yeah?" I reply, because I'm not a complete douchebag. "Where? The mall?" "I live like two blocks away from you, dumbass. I saw you in your car." "Okay." God, I haven't been at school ten minutes and I want to hit someone. "So you and Crispin are hooking up, huh?" I wonder if I look like people do in the movies, when they go all stiff and scared shitless. I try to play it cool. "What?" Porter slams his locker shut and leans against it with a smarmy grin. "You might want to be more careful when you make out with another g...
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He Said She Was Trouble

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. My short stories are generally written on behalf of other individuals and do not necessarily reflect my own interests, fetishes, or personal history. Contents: F/m. Tease and denial, anonymous sex, voyeurism, flirting, frottage, compliance, striptease, masturbation (F), Girl on top, objectification, selfish pleasure, human sex toy, begging, vaginal sex, orgasm denial (m), Let's begin! ----- Her name was Jennifer I think. Or maybe Jessica. I'm not really sure. The number she gave me just connected to a message saying it was out of service. But I do remember how she looked. That tight red dress that clung to all her curves, sitting high on her thighs and looking like it had been painted on, Those stockings and heels, black like her long hair. Gorgeous. I met her at this party. A friend of a friend's, some guy I'd met in college. I guess that's why I'd never seen ...
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The 8th day of every month I am picked up on the same street corner by the same town car and driven blindfolded to a Victorian style mansion on the outskirts of town surrounded by massive redwood trees. I enjoy the isolation and serene privacy. My outfit is always waiting in the back seat which I change into blindfolded as per my instructions. The leather interior sends a quick chill up my spine as I scramble out of my attire and try to feel around for what he has left for me tonight. I can feel the car swerve as I feel the driver's eyes on my ice cold nipples. If I mention it to him he is likely to replace the driver. I always change as slowly as possible, partially to make the hour drive go by faster, but I know the driver likes when my nipples are hard so I stall and pretend to hunt for the sweater I felt right away. BUP-BUP-BUP-BUP-BUP. The town car veers off the shoulder briefly hitting the safety bumps. "Everything okay?" I answer with a fake sense of being startl...
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