He gave me the best fucking of my life and I loved it

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Spreading my lips with one hand, I looked into his face as he spied my hard, throbbing clit peeking from under its hood.

He licked his lips as I dipped two fingers into my drenched channel and dragged my arousal up to my little nub. Pulling gently, I tugged and pinched my clit while moaning and lifting my hips, chasing the orgasm building within me.

Eyes closed, head thrown onto the back of the couch behind me, I rubbed harder. It wasn’t enough. I squealed when I rammed two fingers deep into my pussy. …

Chocolate, red wine, and sarcasm give her children the mother they deserve

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“How do you manage it all?”

And there it was. The dreaded question from nosy people who couldn’t fathom someone living a life different than their own. If I had a dime for every time someone asked me that question, I could buy Donald Trump’s empire twice over.

I plastered my uniform, strained, ultra-fake smile on my face and tilted my head in what I knew was a condescending nod to their stupidity. Fortunately, like most people, they thought I was being thoughtful as I considered their question.

“Red wine and dark chocolate help me through my trials and tribulations.”…

What happens at the park, stays at the park… sometimes

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Sitting on the bench, I watched my charges playing tag with the other children in the park. I loved the way kids didn’t care who they played with, all they wanted to do was have fun.

Adults could learn a lot from kids at a park. Just play. Have fun. Consequences be damned… but be safe. Always be safe.

A tall, stacked man walked into the park, tawny brown hair slicked back under a baseball cap and wraparound RayBans covering eyes I felt watching me. Electric blue running shorts clung to every inch of him. …

Savour your family, one day all you’ll have left will be crumbs

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“Okay,” I watched as a large Asian long-horned beetle crawled up the nearest oak tree. “I guess that makes sense. I mean, why wouldn’t he be telling the truth, right?”

I shuddered, watching the invasive insect make its way into a crevice of the bark. No doubt to lay some eggs and begin the tree’s slow death. Head shaking, I wondered what the park was doing to combat this mounting problem.

Gah! I hate bugs.

I focused on the laughing blue eyes looking up at me with difficulty. It was a strained day for me. For all of us. …

I needed someone to cool my jets… or fan my fire… and they delivered

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“Good afternoon, Mrs. Weller. We’re here to get your air conditioner up and running for you.”

Two tall, attractive young men stood on my doorstep. The six-foot-three brunet, with shaggy hair begging me to run my fingers through it and coffee-coloured eyes I could drown in, nodded as he spoke. Beside him, standing a couple inches taller with copper highlights shining in his short-cropped honey-golden hair and twinkling brown eyes, was my own personal Norse God.

Not older than twenty-five, far too young for me. They smirked at my frank appraisal of them.

I ogled the two glorious specimens of…

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It’s no surprise my stories come from… EVERYWHERE! I’ve been building stories out of nothing my whole life, sometimes writing them down, sometimes not.

So when a friend sent these messages to me…


When you’re craving grapes but they’re nowhere to be found, you need to start looking around

Original Artwork by Ivor Holmes (Teen son of author)

Sun high in the sky, the yard was still. Quiet. All normal activities ceased the moment lunch was served. This was Sherduck Holmes’ favourite time of day. His one chance to wander through the yard and make sure everything was running smoothly.

He did not like it when things ran amok. He thrived on rules and order. Not all things went his way and, when they didn’t, he made sure to get them back on track as soon as possible.

This one hot and hazy afternoon in mid-July was the perfect opportunity to head over to Farmer Joe’s place and…

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Fairy tales really DO come true.

A loud line of overdressed, undersexed young people stretched down the block and around the corner. Bodies swayed to the deep, pounding bass emanating from the nightclub on the corner. Four women, older than most of those waiting in line, swaggered their way to the nightclub’s entrance.

Four pairs of sky-high heels clicked past the dancing horde. A busty redhead in a low-cut deep purple minidress led the group, strutting and greeting those waving as they walked by. Heels clacking, ass swaying, the queen of the block tossed her copper curls over her shoulder. …

On the right track to satisfying their needs

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Thunk of the car door and beep of the car alarm echoed in the near empty parking lot. I slipped my sunglasses on and grinned at the groan.

I laughed at my best friend and partner-in-crime. “Oh well, that’ll teach you to be out partying and fucking until the wee hours like that. You knew we had an early train to catch. It’s your own damn fault, Jane.” She flipped me off and stuck her tongue out.

“Yeah, well, you’d be less of a bitch if you got laid once in a while, Drina.” She peeked over her sunglasses at…

Heather C Holmes

One of Medium’s Top 2K Writers. Top Writer:Short Story. Indie Author, Blogger, Inspiring writer. Prolific, Spirited Storyteller no to be penned in by one genre.

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