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Superior [Tier 2 and 3]

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I wasn’t intimidated by seeing Ray’s dick. It was just a new experience for me–seeing another man’s shaft so close to mine. In my own bed.

Yes, his dick was bigger. But…nobody had ever complained about the size of mine before, so could I really be that upset about it? Everyone’s body is a little different. His cock is bigger. So what? His nose is bigger than mine too.

I was cool with Ray and his bigger dick. Cool as a fucking cucumber.

Maya, tho...

Doing Business, Part 61

Sixty-One

Sunday morning found me in better spirits. It felt damn good to have my mother’s visit over and done with. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that there was unfinished business with my mother–one day she’d be back and we’d be having some deeper conversations–but that felt like a future-me problem.

Evan squinted his eyes at me as he poured himself some coffee. “What’s up with you?”

“Up? Uh, nothing?”

“You look…g...

Babyface (A Juniper Story) [Tier 3]

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Doing Business, Part 60

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Sixty

My mother had no idea the part she was playing in this game.

Of course, she was playing her own game–the one she had been playing since I was an actual child–a slow-burning plot to prove that I still needed someone to take care of me.

She won that game. She didn’t know...

Her Pet, Part 2 of 2 [Tier 2 and 3]

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Two

The two girls hover above him, looking down at the enormous infant who is on display atop what used to be a workbench. Abigail’s smug smile is unwavering as she takes in this sight. Bridget, on the other hand, seems to be going t...

Doing Business, Part 59

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Fifty-Nine

Oh, we had a pretty good laugh about that–all those times we said something like ‘Just don’t do something embarrassing like wet your pants.’ It was the sort of thing that was likely believable, though nobody actually thought it would happen. 2023-08-25 19:29:51 +0000 UTC View Post

We Keep Secrets [Tier 3]

I’m home again. A little earlier than expected, too.

I had the option of staying for another day and, believe me, it was a tempting thought. It was a nice hotel right in the middle of the city. I was surrounded by good food and entertainment, and the bill was being taken care of by my company. Hell, I probably could have–should have–stayed for at least one more day.

Instead, I came home early. Because I’m looking for a fight.

I get out of my Lyft driver’s ...

Doing Business, Part 58

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Fifty-Eight

I opened my mouth and watched as Mommy expertly guided a piece of sushi towards it with her chopsticks. I could barely figure out how to hold a pair of chopsticks, let alone eat with them. Thankfully, she was taking care of the hard part for me. As promised, my new bib was tied around my neck�...

Her Pet, Part 1 [Tiers 2 and 3]

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One

The girls make him nervous. Most girls have this effect on him, but this specific group of girls makes him especially on edge. They’re young. Pretty. Worse, they know how pretty they are. He’s always known these types of girls. They were there in high scho...

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Fifty-Seven

My uncaged climax had delivered hits of oxytocin and dopamine stronger than any buzz Mommy’s edible was capable of. And for a while after, I suspected that my little trip had reached its end.

But as I felt Mommy stuffing my shrunken dick back into the cage so she could lock it shut again, the room still see...

Wet [Tier 3]

I checked the time on my phone. It had only been 24 minutes.

Maybe I had taken an old-wives tale too literally. My mother always insisted that we wait a half-hour after eating before we jump in the pool, lest we want to suffer from cramps while we swim. But as I sat at the side of Dale’s inground pool, near my grease-covered paper plate that previously held some pizza, I wondered how much of a threat such a thing really was. Has anyone actually died from jumping into a pool too soon a...

Doing Business, Part 56

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Fifty-Six

I reached out to grab the key from her hand, but she was q...

The Bully's Mother [Tier 2 and 3]

For the third time in as many weeks, the cherubic blonde boy runs off the school bus and into his house with tears streaming down his face. His mother, almost expecting this, is perched near the door, ready to give the supportive hug he needs to feel safe again.

“Was it that boy?” his mother asks. “Was he picking on you again?”

The boy nods. “Y-yes.”

“What did he say to you today?”

It’s the same story as it was the last two times he had come like this...

Doing Business, Part 55

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Fifty-Five

I wasn’t sure where we were.

This wasn’t completely unexpected. Outside of the part of the city that held my apartment, the office, and my school, I knew next-to-nothing about the greater area. I didn’t grow up around here. I don’t have a car. I have no reason to be outside of my littl...

Backroads, Part 3 of 3 [Tier 3]

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Chapter 3: The Local Tradition of Revenge

I decided to take a little drive through Tradd county in the afternoon, alone. There was a part of me that just wanted to reminisce a little–as if there were a few good memories to squeeze out this place. But as ...

Doing Business, Part 54

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Fifty-Four

Less than a day until my mother’s arrival. Not that I care anymore...

Who was I kidding? Of course I cared. I was just taking a break from caring. I’d care again later, I was sure. Hopefully well after I enjoyed my night with Mommy.

“Are you about ready to g...

Boys [Tier 2 and 3]

The bad news was that Grant’s family, for the first time in the twenty years that I’ve known him, decided to make use of their lakeside cabin for the entirety of the summer. It made sense, I supposed. They were retired now, and all their kids had moved out and moved on. Why not spend the summer out of the city and next to a lake?

Of course, this had an impact on Grant and I’s little summer tradition of taking a week off work to go hang out at the cabin. We’d load a car full of b...

Doing Business, Part 53

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Fifty-Three

Weekends never seemed long enough. On most Fridays, I’d see the approaching weekend as this enormous sprawl of countless opportunities. All the movies I could be watching. The beer I could be drinking. The errands I could finally get around to tackling. Hiking. Reading. Calling old frie...

Backroads, Part 3 [Tier 3]

Chapter 2: Playing House

Heidi had managed to pull together a pretty satisfying meal for everyone. Breaded chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and even some dinner rolls. We ate at my father’s old dining room table–a piece of furniture that I knew for a fact my dad hadn’t even used in the last few years he was alive. He was a frozen TV-dinner kind of guy.

The apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree either. On the rare occasions I made food for myself, I...

Doing Business, Part 52

Fifty-Two

Lyndie was eating a salad from the salad bar. A spring mix base, I suspect–given the greens and purples of the leaves–with a colorful assortment of veggies on top of it.

I was eating a slice of pizza. I was grateful that the office cafe served pizza, but it wasn’t exactly ‘good.’ It reminded me of the cafeteria-pizza I’d get in elementary school–a slab of cardboard that seemed pizza-ish, though seemed to be missing the soul.

Stupid Baby Story Club, Part 6 [Tier 2 and 3]

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Six: The Ballad of Burned Bagel

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Doing Business, Part 51

Fifty-One

One day until my mother visits.

When the alarm on my phone went off, I was already awake. I had been awake for at least an hour–though it could’ve been longer than that. I had crawled into bed late, slept for what felt like a minute, and then I woke without being able to get back to sleep again.

I couldn’t recall another time when I had this much on my mind at once. It felt like I was…drowning. Throughout my life, I’d exaggerat...

Backroads, Part 1 of 3 [Tier 3]

[Note from QH: There are references and allusions to abuse and abusive situations in this story. While I’ve made an effort not to glorify such behavior–as a piece of erotica, there are some moments where the line between ‘dangerous’ and ‘exciting’ can be a little fuzzy. I just want to be up front about this in case it’s a subject that you wouldn’t feel comfortable reading about. As always, I’m happy to chat about it with you if you have any feedback on how this was handl...