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The bathroom floor wasn’t exactly my usual five-star accommodation, but with Mark, you took what you could get. We were mid-whatever-it-was when the silence shattered. Not with a shout, but with the soft, deliberate click of a key in the front door, followed by an equally soft, yet ominous, closing. “Honey?” I whispered, because honestly, who else has an extra key to his ‘villa’? Mark froze. He panicked.

Then she was there, framed in the doorway, clutching a grocery bag. Honey, sweet Honey. Her eyes, usually warm and crinkly from years of smiling politely at my questionable garden gnome collection, were now like laser pointers, fixed squarely on me. Not him. Me. It was as if I was the primary exhibit in a very unscheduled, very nude art installation titled ‘Caught Red-Handed: A Neighborly Disaster.’

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Ball Busting Krysta Strikes Again

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Early this morning, I heard shouting from my neighbor’s house. They are always at each other’s throats lately. She screams he’s been cheating, and he yells back that he isn’t. I believe her because I know he likes to creep around the mall, picking up girls my age and paying them for blowjobs.

His wife is a real sweet lady, and it makes me sad that he hurts her so much. After she peeled out of the driveway, I decided I should go over there and teach him a lesson. Ball-busting Krysta strikes again.

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Taking Something I Can't Have Pt3

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Pt2

I told the hostess we had arrived, and she led us to a back booth, one dimly lit and far away from the rest of the crowd. I requested this spot when booking the reservation. It was somewhere we’d have to sit close as we enjoyed dinner, and I convinced him to loosen his moral compass for only one night.

I slid into the booth, which allowed me to face the rest of the restaurant. Then patted the seat next to me, “Don’t make me sit all alone.” He looked at the seat for a moment, weighing the options. Sitting so close, he knew, was dangerous. I could see him calculating a way to sit across from me. He popped the center button on his suit jacket, and I purred wickedly, “Unless you’re afraid you can’t handle it and will wanna fuck me tonight instead of your wife.” His false bravado had him laughing casually as he sat beside me.

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