Anya was only sore for a few days, thankfully. She continued to use a little of the goo that helped soothe her wounded pussy during that time to ensure that there was no lasting effect, and spent her time with her children or cleaning up the house before the closing. They would be flying from Boston to Chicago, and then Chicago on to Duluth. She was going to...
Author's note: This chapter contains no sexual activity. If that's your motivation for reading, please pick up the story again next week. This chapter contains discussions of injury, crime, violence, suicide, physical and mental trauma, and other mature topics. If that would bother you, please skip this chapter. As always, thanks for all your feedback,...
There was a card on Amy's desk, resting in the home row of her keyboard so she couldn't possibly miss it before returning to work. Her desk was clean enough that any foreign object would be noticed immediately, of course. Amy opened the unsealed envelope and found a card with a sad-looking puppy next to a pile of crumbs and frosting on a plate, a few flecks...
Author note: I left the names out of this story to protect real individuals, and the two names I used, are pseudonyms. This story felt good to get off my chest and was much less fiction than I care to admit. I hope it doesn't bother anyone that I left out my GF's name in this story, and simply refer to her as GF. ***** I think in any relationship there is...
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