KinkyFlannel, Author at NSFW story

A Neighbourly Favour – Gone Wild [MF] [Mast] [FMast] [Tease]

“Jesus, more bills!”

Linda leafed through the collection of brown envelopes in a disorganised pile next to the telephone in the hallway. She cast them aside and then let her mind drift as she leant against the door frame. Anything would be preferable to dealing with her finances right now. Thankfully a rapping knock on the door diverted her attention. She peered through the spy hole and on seeing her next door neighbour she quickly ran her fingers through her fringe, smoothed down her pencil skirt and turned the latch.

“Peter – good to see you,” she smiled her widest smile, hoping none of her crimson lipstick had found its way onto her teeth.

“Hi Linda, how’s things? You said to pop round when I had a moment – well here I am,” he spread his arms in a show of readiness.

“Thanks for coming at such short notice Pete. I didn’t really want to disturb your Sunday, but I could use your expertise.”

“Oh, it’s no problem really. Leo’s at football training and Maggie is out shopping – again.” Read more »

He Mistook Her for a Shy Girl. Part 3: Raising the Stakes. [Mff] [Mast] [FMast]

Chris’s feeble defences had been broken. He wasn’t able to fight against the emotional and sexual weapons in Chloe’s arsenal. He became distracted, his work on his book slowed to a crawl – he was behind schedule and lacking sleep. How could he ignore his foe, when she was a regular visitor in his home and his daughter’s best friend and crush.

The pictures continued to be delivered to his phone unabated. He couldn’t stop himself looking, if only they were to be deleted immediately after. He thought of going to Tammy a few times and coming clean. But he didn’t want his wife to know that his sexual curiosity for a woman 20 years his junior was the trigger for this calamity.

Jess and Chloe became ever closer – he was pretty sure his daughter wasn’t gay but there was no doubt she was finding joy in the experimentation of bisexuality. This seemed to totally pass Tammy by, but even without the unwanted pictures that Chloe had sent him the signs were obvious: the hand on the bottom as they waited to cross the road, the entwined fingers as they watched a movie, the exchange of tongues in a stolen kiss in the swing seat at the bottom of the garden. Read more »

He Mistook Her for a Shy Girl. Part 3: Raising the Stakes. [Mff] [Mast] [FMast]

For those who missed it: [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/enlgbn/he_mistook_her_for_a_shy_girl_mforalcheat) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eo2uyf/he_mistook_her_for_a_shy_girl_part_2_the_slippery)

**Part 3:**

Chris’s feeble defences had been broken. He wasn’t able to fight against the emotional and sexual weapons in Chloe’s arsenal. He became distracted, his work on his book slowed to a crawl – he was behind schedule and lacking sleep. How could he ignore his foe, when she was a regular visitor in his home and his daughter’s best friend and crush.

The pictures continued to be delivered to his phone unabated. He couldn’t stop himself looking, if only they were to be deleted immediately after. He thought of going to Tammy a few times and coming clean. But he didn’t want his wife to know that his sexual curiosity for a woman 20 years his junior was the trigger for this calamity.

Jess and Chloe became ever closer – he was pretty sure his daughter wasn’t gay but there was no doubt she was finding joy in the experimentation of bisexuality. This seemed to totally pass Tammy by, but even without the unwanted pictures that Chloe had sent him the signs were obvious: the hand on the bottom as they waited to cross the road, the entwined fingers as they watched a movie, the exchange of tongues in a stolen kiss in the swing seat at the bottom of the garden. Read more »

He Mistook Her for a Shy Girl. Part 2: The Slippery Slope. [Mf] [Voy] [Mast]

In case you missed it: [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/enlgbn/he_mistook_her_for_a_shy_girl_mforalcheat)

**Part 2:**

It was two weeks since their previous encounter and things appeared to have returned to relative normality. Chris had initially feared the worst, now he knew what Chloe was capable of. Yet, the imminent threat of repercussions for his careless actions seemed to have subsided, despite his gut telling him that he hadn’t entirely been let off the hook.

Chloe had not been in the house without his daughter, Jess, there too, so there had not been chance Chris to talk privately. There certainly had been no way to get hold of Chloe’s phone number without arousing Jess’s suspicions. Chloe was all too aware and in control of her little game. She sensed his weakness and his role in this game was to be exploited for her pleasure.

Chloe was happy to play the innocent college girl, all smiles and pleasantries in front of the family, but in the fleeting moments they were alone, or if their eyes met, she would bite her lip, suck wantonly on her finger or playfully fondle one of her breasts. Each action would prompt that illicit feeling from deep within him. Read more »

He Mistook Her For a Shy Girl [MF][Oral][cheat]

Chris James sat hunched over the dining table his eyes not focused on anything in particular. His mind was wandering, as it often did when he was searching for inspiration; his fingers hovered above the laptop poised to type. The self-help book he was penning was probably a month away from completion, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to tie up all his ideas into a satisfying conclusion. He was a keen sportsman himself but also had a passion for the study of the human mind. He was sure he could combine these ideas to help people overcome anxiety and depression through a program of regular exercise. At that very moment it was he who needed helping.

The sound of a key turning in the front door snapped him out of his daydream. Instinctively he glanced at the clock on his desk to work out who it might be – 3:45 read the digital display. Most likely it was Jess, his daughter, returning home from college. The muffled sounds continued in the hallway – bags were being dumped, shoes being kicked off. Read more »