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I keep fůcking my neighbor’s husband. We only meet when both our spouses are gone. He lasts a long time. He always fucks me raw. He starts by pinning me against the wall, then he fucks me on the bed.
We check schedules. When the houses are empty he shows up. The second the door locks he grabs me, slams me against the nearest wall, yanks my clothes aside, and drives into me bare. Thick cock stretching me open, deep and slow, my back pinned flat while he starts fucking me right there. Then he carries me to the bed and keeps going harder.
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Each time I go on holiday, I love being fucked by younger guys on a balcony. My husband knows this is what I love most.
We only book places with private balconies. He knows the plan before we land. This trip, night two, I picked up a guy at the bar early twenties, fit, cock already hard in his shorts from the way I looked at him. I brought him back. My husband stayed inside with the door open. I stepped onto the balcony, yanked my dress up, no panties, pussy already soaked, and bent over the railing. “Fuck me out here,” I told him. “Hard.”
What did he just say to her
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My elderly neighbor knocked on my door one Tuesday morning.
He was holding a spare key.
"I need a favor," he said.
"Can you water my plants while I'm in the hospital?"
I laughed.
"Of course."
"It'll probably only be a few days, right?"
He smiled.
"I hope so."
That was the last time I ever saw him alive.
A week later, his daughter came by to tell me he'd passed away peacefully.
I offered my condolences and handed her the key.
She looked at it and said,
"No..."
"My dad wanted you to keep watering them."
I thought she'd misspoken.
She reached into her purse and handed me a handwritten letter.
"He said to give you this if he didn't come home."
My name was written across the front.
I had only known the man for three years.
We'd never had a deep conversation.
I couldn't understand why he had chosen me.
Then I opened the letter.
The first sentence made me sit down before I could finish reading.
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the only rule at the Kessler Road radio tower is that nobody climbs the maintenance ladder after the red light starts blinking. the town has ignored the tower for decades, a rusted needle over the soybean fields, and the signs say "NO TRESPASSING" in three languages. last tuesday a girl of about eleven walked up to the fence with a walkie-talkie and said to the farmer mowing nearby, "i'm not climbing it. i'm just checking if anyone's still up there."...
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i'm a locksmith, and my one rule is that i never ask why someone's locked out. twenty-two years, thousands of doors, not one question.
last thursday at 6:10pm, an old man met me on his porch and said, "it's my own house. i just can't get in. please don't ask me anything, just open it."
i told him that was my whole job. he said, "i know. i'm asking you to take your time."
i didn't understand, but i knelt down and went to work. the lock was easy. i had it open in under a minute. i stayed there anyway, holding the door shut, pretending to fiddle with the cylinder.
he noticed. he said, "you're stalling." i said, "yeah."
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I ignored my brother's last voicemail for three days.
I thought he was calling to borrow money again.
We'd argued the week before.
I told him,
"Figure it out yourself for once."
He laughed and said,
"One day you'll miss these calls."
I rolled my eyes and hung up.
Three days later, I got a call from an unfamiliar number.
It was the police.
My brother had been in a fatal car accident.
I couldn't breathe.
After the funeral, I sat alone in my apartment.
My phone buzzed.
It reminded me that I still had one unheard voicemail.
His voicemail.
With shaking hands, I pressed play.
The first words he said broke me completely.
"Hey... I wasn't calling to ask for anything this time."
I love this scene
For twenty-three years...
My daughter never missed Sunday dinner.
No matter how busy she was.
No matter where she lived.
She always showed up.
Then, suddenly...
She stopped coming.
The first Sunday, she said she had to work late.
The second, she wasn't feeling well.
The third...
She didn't even call.
When I asked if everything was okay, she smiled and said,
"I'm just busy, Dad."
But something didn't feel right.
She answered my texts with one-word replies.
She stopped sending me pictures of her day.
The laughter that used to fill our conversations had disappeared.
I kept asking myself the same question.
What did I do wrong?
Then, one rainy Sunday evening...
I decided to drive past her apartment.
What I saw through the window made my heart stop.
She wasn't avoiding dinner.
She was hiding something from me.
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I've been a nurse for nine years.
Out of all the patients I've cared for...
There's one I'll never forget.
He was an 82-year-old widower.
Every evening, just before the day shift ended, he'd ask the same question.
"Is the night nurse working tonight?"
At first, I thought he was just lonely.
When I told him I was covering the night shift, he'd smile and say,
"Good."
"But if it's someone else..."
"Tell them not to worry. I'll wait."
He never explained what he meant.
One night, while helping him settle into bed, I finally asked,
"Why do you always wait for the night shift?"
He looked at the empty chair beside his bed.
Then he quietly said,
"Because that's when my wife used to visit me."
I froze.
His wife had passed away five years earlier.
Then he looked at me and whispered something I'll never forget.
"I know she's gone..."
"But every night, someone sits in that chair and reminds me that kindness never dies."