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Sharing the Sitter

Caitlyn’s had a crush on Mr. Radcliffe for months, but he’s older, successful, and married, and silly fantasies only get a girl in trouble. Besides, babysitting for the Radcliffes is a great part-time job and she’d never risk letting her feelings show if it could cost her all that.

But Mr. Radcliffe – wealthy, handsome, and used to getting his way – isn’t nearly so skittish about recognizing what he wants and deciding to take it. And as weeks go by, the older man starts to realize that’s exactly how he feels about the pretty young woman he’s hired to watch his children.

And once she’s his, the fun’s only started, because a man like Mr. Radcliffe never does things half-heartedly. What starts out as a sweet, forbidden romance starts to push her boundaries in a hurry, and when she inadvertantly shows up while he has several friends visiting, she finds herself the center of some very intense attention.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, group sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He cocked his head slightly at the phrase, and again his eyes lingered on her blushing face and wandered slowly over her. It was as though she could physically feel his gaze following the soft curves of her body.

He put a hand out and again brushed a strand of hair out of her face. This time his fingers lingered on her cheek. “It’s really nice knowing that someone I trust is here when I’m away.”

Her blush deepened. “I … I’m glad I …” she began, but stopped herself before she could speak her true feelings.

But it had been enough.

“Caitlyn, you’re a really lovely young woman,” Mr. Radcliffe said. His thumb was resting lightly against her cheek and his hand encircled the base of her head. She felt his fingers in her hair. “It took me a little while to notice, but now that I’ve seen it I really can’t look away.”

Caitlyn felt her heart rising in her chest, pounding in her throat. The light brush of his fingers on her skin and in her hair was sending a feeling of warmth and excitement deep, deep into her. She looked into his eyes. She was lost for words, but she knew the desire she’d been fighting to hide was now plain on her face.

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Desiring the Sitter

It’s been two years since Melanie’s been home from college, but she’s not likely to forget Mr. Lakewood. Her handsome older neighbor always awed and thrilled her as a girl, but she never expected that she could have the same effect on him.

Melanie’s mother volunteers her to babysit for the Lakewoods while she’s home over the summer, and when Mr. Lakewood sees the young woman she’s become, it’s quite obvious she’s not the little girl next door anymore. He knows it’s wrong to want her, and even worse to act on those desires, but it’s becoming more and more obvious that he just won’t be able to stop himself.

And when he takes his inexperienced new sitter, all that pent-up lust is sure to burst through a lot faster and harder than the untouched young woman is ready to handle.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

I was looking at him. “I just think it’s kind of amazing, that’s all.”

He returned my gaze, looking long and deep into my eyes. Neither of us had noticed us drawing so close. There didn’t seem to be enough air between us. “When did you grow up so fast, Melanie?” he asked after a minute, his voice soft.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. “Well – when you weren’t looking, I guess.”

“I’m trying not to look now.”

“Why?” I knew the right answer. I knew a thousand possible right answers. But just now none of them seemed good enough.

He put out a hand and ran the back of a finger across the skin of my neck, wandering down across my bare shoulder and upper chest. “Do you always dress like this?” he asked.

“No,” I said simply. I had spent almost an hour, torn between needing to look good and being terrified that he’d be able to tell how much I cared about how I looked for him. Now I wanted him to know. Now it seemed important that he understand what I had done for him.

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Taking the Sitter

He was strong, mature, and handsome, and he had never been tempted to be unfaithful to his wife by the beautiful women whose attentions he attracted. She was the pretty, young college freshman that he never thought twice about hiring to babysit his two children.

But Kelly’s innocent charms eat their way into Mr. Clayton’s mind, just as his mature allure quickly begins to dominate her young fantasies. When he walks in on her in his bedroom, helplessly surrendering to her taboo thoughts, it’s the last straw to push the forceful older man to take what he wants, and at this point he just can’t help that he’s going to make her first time as hard and rough as she can take.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He laughed softly as he surveyed the situation. “So, isn’t this something.” He walked over and put a hand to my cheek, holding my gaze on him. “For days now I’ve been wound up, knowing I shouldn’t want you, knowing it would be wrong to put my hands on you.”

I looked into his eyes in sudden disbelief.

“All of that restraint, and all of it over a young woman like you I never I expected to want.” He laughed again. “And here I find you, in my bedroom.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, still unsure if I was in trouble. “It’s my fault. I’m just some silly girl who –”

“No,” he said. “You’re so young. How can it be your fault? I’m the one who let … this happen.” His eyes were playing over me and the way he said the word “this” sent a strange, forbidden shiver running through my body.

“You found my wife’s favorite camisole,” he observed looking at the garment on the bed beside me.

Guiltily, I nodded. “It was … just sort of fun to imagine for a minute being a woman who could please you.”

His eyes traced over me again. “You know, you don’t have to compete with women like her. Here you are, so young and soft and innocent … you don’t have to have what she has.” He put a brushing hand to my face and then ran it down my throat and along the outside of my left breast. “Have you ever been with a man, Laura?”

After a moment, I shook my head weakly.

“Do you want me to show you how you already please me?”