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-\ JALEN /-

It’s the rattling of chains that wakes me, knocks me back down the hill like Sisyphus’ fucking bullshit rock. Yea. I know Sisyphus. Paint him black and you get the inner city version where the damn rock is America’s racial aggression that never quite dies. Double down by making that sad fuck an addict and shit, there I am, up the hill, down the hill.

I groan, head pounding, and pull my face from the salty sweet embrace of a still moist cunt.

Nose twitches.

I fight back a sneeze. Realize the sneezing-agent is a dusting of fine white powder over the mystery cunt’s thin stripe of purple fuzz.

Which sparks a haze of purple memories.

Purple panties.

Purple Rain

Spinning on

Purple vinyl.

Purple lips round purple dick.

The chains rattle and there’s a purple moan.

And up I look into purple light.

Fuck.

The moment passes and I’m left with the nightmarish image of a purple haired white girl that looks too much like a young Anastasia. She’s chained up nice and snug in an apartment I don’t recognize but smells of money. Can’t remember her name. Don’t want to know it either. Names make things too real. Why do you think they give you numbers in prison? It’s easier to be a number than a name.

-

My eyes roam up and down the Anastasia-clone. She looks used up. Frayed at the edges. Strung out and fucked up, my fellow pea in a pod.

Fingernail scratches dance up her thighs. Bite marks mar frosty white tits. Semen is crusted in her hair and all over a flat stomach decorated with a belly button chain. There’s so much of it that for a moment I think it’s melted wax.

I feel sick, brain dredging back up all the shit I tried to forget. Shit the naive little white girl begged for. Shit I was far too willing to grant.

I roll over into a fifth of Jack. I take a swig. Taste pussy first. Whiskey last.

I see visions of the bottle wedged inside her, familiar red hair wiggling between her thighs.

I look wildly around the dimmed room, hoping she’s here, praying isn’t. I don’t see anything. Hear anything. It’s all just empty silence and dim purple light. Which suits me just fine.

-

I dress in a jumble, limbs as slurred up as my drunken muttering.

Through thin curtains, cracks of lightning jar me up good, get me stumbling back onto the bed, face planting her coked up cunt again. I can’t help the addict lick over that purple fuzz, or the rushing of blood back into my prick. Girl got that pretty pink gash dreams are made of. Would another taste really hurt? Pump that teenage cunt full of felon spunk again.

Lightning flashes again.

The chains around her slim wrists jangle as her small body shifts. Puts me back in the box. Shrivels my dick up nice and good.

I want to vomit.

-

I grab my phone off the floor, a pair of shiny red headphones that aren’t mine. Make my shaky ass way to the door before I’m tempted back into jailbait sex with the Anastasia-clone and a catastrophic relapse.

-

I stumble out the door and down the hallway of a too fine condo.

-

Whirring lights of blue and red bleed in through a foggy downpour muted by noise cancelling headphones and the fifth of pussy-flavored Jack I’ve been nursing into sensory oblivion. I don’t hear the officer’s command to put the bottle down. Don’t see his fat nervous fingers diddling his service weapon like a jittery virgin round his first pussy.

I ignore him. Swallow another mouthful of amber hell.

Kendrick’s murdering beats like a motherfucker and I’m trying to keep up, slurring the poetry into an ugly drunk mess.

It isn’t until garlic peppered breath is grunting Miranda Rights heavily into my ear that I spring back into the land of the living dead.

I’m facedown in a puddle with a knee in my back, tracksuit sucking up cold water like a sponge until my balls are raisins.

For a split second I consider putting up a struggle. Goad the overweight cracker into drawing down. Reach for his weapon. End it all there. Be easy. The times are the times after all, different and all the black and white same. But… nah. Granny Teague would come knocking on Hell’s Door to whoop my black ass for willingly becoming another fucking statistic. That’s the last damn thing I want. So I put up with his attempts to manhandle me into his cruiser. Attempts. Fucker’s shiny baldhead is popping veins and flushing crimson. I can tell he wishes he had an in-shape rookie as his bitch to handle all the physical stuff. Officer Diabetes looks like he’s about to stroke out on me and that’s the last thing I need on my conscious or my rap sheet.

“Need a donut, officer?” I slur.

Huffing and puffing, he shoves me against the cruiser and my head bounces off the window.

I see stars.

“Guess not,” I chuckle through a mouthful of blood I spit out onto his uniform.

His eyes cycle through the stages of annoyance and… well shit, ain’t that a surprise, Officer. Pity? Sympathy? Officer Diabetes with a caramel-filled heart of gold? Wheezing, he apologizes and… I actually believe him. He nods to the open door, eyes pleading. I give him a broke ass smile and throw myself into a cruiser that smells like prison. Smells like home.

*

“Still fine?”

She’s perched in the seat next to mine. Her knees are drawn up to her chin, head tilted to the side. Her eyes are empty blue voids. No accusation. No sadness. There’s nothing there at all. And why should there be.

“Sweet as apple pie,” I say, channeling Granny Teague.

“Look a little scorched around the edges to me, babe.”

“Don’t you have anything else to do?”

“I’m dead. What else is there?”

“Peace and quiet.”

Her laugh isn’t anything like I remember. It’s cold and reptilian.

A warm hand cups my jaw and turns me around. “Oh J-Baby… aren’t you tired of all this?”

“Don’t really know.”

“Know what,” Jasmyn asks, purple shadowed eyes flashing concern.

“You tell me, Ana.” The words slush out of me in a disoriented haze.

“Fuck,” Jasmyn swears, worry in her voice. “Any idea what he’s on, Stedges?”

“I flunked out of narc training, Rodriguez. On account of my addiction to donuts.”

“Fuck you, Stedges.”

“You asked. Nice outfit by the way. Makes me miss the old days. Wasn’t so damn PC back then.”

Jasmyn sighs again, this time with annoyance peppered in. “Thanks for the call, Karl.”

“This make us even?”

“Not even close, but you’re on your way.”

“You love having my balls in a vice don’t you, Rodriguez.”

“Yea, well. Life’s a cunt, Stedges. And better my vice than your wife’s.”

“That’s for damn sure. If you don’t kill me, that bitch will.”

“Gonna tell her you said that.”

“Ah fuck you.”

“Fuck you both,” I groan from the cruiser.

“Help me with him?” Jasmyn asks, batting her lashes.

“Not for all the donuts in the world, Rodriguez.”

-

Upfront, Jasmyn grips the steering wheel of a Charger with white-knuckled intensity as the car splashes through rain slickened streets. She’s not used to wet roads. No Oaktown native really is. But that ain’t why she has the death grip. Or the murderous rage in her eyes. It’s to keep her from throttling me and throwing me off a pier.

Told me herself.

“How long?”

“What?”

“You been keeping tabs on me, Jazz. Thought we were finished. How fucking long?”

“Long enough to know you been dicking some vanilla jailbait you shouldn’t be dicking.”

“Didn’t do anything she didn't beg for. Besides. She’s legal… I think?” I feel another wave of nausea and it’s not from the Jack.

“You don’t know, do you? Or is it that you just don’t give a fuck about anything anymore?” There’s hot anger in her voice. Disappointment. And. Shit. Fear.

“Know what?”

“She’s Stevenson’s daughter you goddamn fucking idiot! And she’s still in high school. Jesus fucking Christ, Jalen!”

The name triggers something in me. Stevenson. Stevenson. Ah yea. Salt’n’Pepper Man with the fancy suit. I push through the haze. Jack Stevenson: Oak-Town’s recently elected major. Signed off on my early release for ‘good behavior’. Said he wanted to reform the justice system. End over-sentencing. End abuse of power and money. I’d been in too long. Was dealt a bad hand by a Russian dead set on revenge for his daughter. I’d be his poster-child of rehabilitation. Help him win political capital.

The Man chose poorly.

Bitterly, I say, “Maybe your Mayor needs to leash his addict daughter. Bitch gets more action than one of them Berkley skanks.”

Brakes slam. Car skids. Head bangs against the seat in front of me.

Jasmyn’s head whips round, cold fury in her eyes. “Stevenson is a good man. It’s a damn good thing Anastasia can’t see what you’ve become. Even her privileged white ass would be tired of your pity party bullshit.”

My blood runs cold.

‘Careful, Jalen’ Ana whispers in the back of my head. ‘She may very well put a bullet in your brain. But then, that’s what you want, isn’t it?’

“Don’t forget all the fucked up shit you’ve done, Jazz.”

“I buried that a long time ago.”

“Funny. That’s exactly what happened to Dee. Got buried.”

Jasmyn doesn’t flinch.

“You know. Longest time I thought Thimble was full of shit. We all knew he wanted you bad. The way he’d stare at you shaking your brown ass in that yellow bikini under the fire hydrant. Never gave him the time of day. Got shit for it all the time. Made him a bitter little asshole. But he wasn’t lyin’ was he? You snitched on Dee. Fucked him over to save your own ass that day.”

Jasmyn starts to shake. “You don’t know shit.”

I shake my head. Laugh. “I wanted to believe he was full of shit, Jazz. You’n’me? We were tighter than a virgin’s ass. But you did it, didn’t you?”

Hands twist on the steering wheel. “Stop. We’re not going there.”

“The fuck we aren’t! I’m thinking I’ve kept too much shit buried for far too long. You let that cop ride you like a ghetto whore didn’t you? Squealed on the whole operation while you squealed like a pig with his dick up your ass. Damn near got us all killed. For what? Save your own skin? Get you an in with the blue-blooded bastards that like profilin’ us? Fuck you.”

“That’s not it at all.”

Jasmyn pounds on the steering wheel in a fit of rage.

Pulls on a handful of braids.

Stops.

Stares straight ahead,

Empty as blank canvas.

Then,

Calmly opens door,

And steps into drizzling rain.

Slams door.

To pace, and pace

And pace.

Up.

Down.

Cycling through those bullshit breathing exercises,

Till she’s soaked through to bone.

Door opens.

Mine.

She’s like one of those Greek Furies.

Murder in her eyes.

“Fuck you,” she growls and crawls back into the Charger, rain slick body squeaking across leather seats.

‘Poor girl can’t help herself,’ Anastasia frets into my ear. ‘I know the feeling.’

I pull back, still sluggish. “What the hell?” I slur.

“Fuck you,” Jasmyn repeats, pulling the door shut behind her.

“Fuck you.” She slides over my lap.

“Fucking fuck you.” She straddles me.

“I fucking hate you,” she hisses, eyes wide and manic. “I fucking hate you… and I fucking love you. And you deserve neither.”

Her kiss is bruised madness flavored with all the lust and love and hate churning inside her. Except. That ain’t quite right. More like it’s exploding out like a frag and I’m hit with all that razor sharp, emotional shrapnel till I’m paralyzed.

I want to forget all that I’ve done since being granted the freedom I don’t deserve. Forget the little Asian ass with the crazy eyes and snug pussy. Forget Anastasia’s cold dead eyes. Forget her lookalike. And, for just a fleeting moment, forget a different blonde, one whose name I don’t know but whose face I can’t decide if I want to put to canvas or scorch out of my brain.

No clear answers.

So fuck it.

I pull Jasmyn into me, hands finding purchase on her curvy ass, squeezing till she yelps.

“Fuck you too,” I grunt, yanking on her braids to get at her caramel throat and that spot just under her ear that still gets her to quiver.

-

The heat in the Charger fogs the rain-cooled windows. It’s like we’re sixteen again. Fumbling awkwardly at each other’s clothes. Pawing awkwardly at exposed skin. High as kites. Except, there’s no awkwardness this time. No reluctance.

It’s addict sex.

Sex to fill the voids.

Quench the thirst.

Salve the wounds.

Sate the hunger.

If only for a few breathless beats.

-

No romance. No foreplay. No games or tricks.

Neither of us got the patience for that. Just growls of frustrated obscenities until my sweats are past my knees. We don’t bother with her waterlogged hoodie dress. The cold cotton’s got her nipples popping. Gives her that sexy Playboy look. So I leave it bunched up around her lush baby-making hips, hips that give me pause. Hips I could have all to myself with the right words dropped to the right beat. Hips that could give me a family if I ever let her in, if I just gave her wanted she wanted.

I’m a coward though. Cruel even. A broke man stuck on a memory and a reincarnation that isn’t a reincarnation at all, but is no less blonde. No less pale. No less breathtaking. No less quirky. No less frustratingly crazy. But I fucked that up too.

And here I am.

So I find my target, a slick gash radiating the warmth I need right now, and barrel forward.

“Fuck you.” Our growl is harmonious, as is the hate in our eyes and the incompatible love in our selfish hearts.

“Fuck you.” Hips grind.

“Fuck you.” Pussy melts.

“Fuck you.” Like chocolate in the sun.

“Fuck you!” A mad sugar rush.

“Fuck you!” And a sticky embrace.

“Fuck… you.” That overloads thought.

-

Fingers find her dilating asshole. Strum it like a Hendrix riff till she’s singing lyrics of devilish pleasure to the pump of my cock and the squeeze of her cunt.

“Fuck,” we harmonize again, racing to an end I can’t describe, until there are no more words to say. They’re just gone, man. It’s rhythm and flow now. It’s rhythm and flow. It’s Kendrick sampling Coltrane sampling volcanic ash sampling two lost ghetto souls.

And it doesn’t last long. Shit this powerful never lasts long. Anyone who tells you different is full of shit. Fragmentary sex, shrapnel sex, burns fast and quick, like a bullet in the brain. Bam. Then it’s gone. I’m gone.

A dozen pumps in a buttery gash to feel alive again before it all resets.

-

Her body shudders; hips slip slide over sweaty thighs.

I pop a finger in her ass. Hook it deep. Find my shaft. Strum that too.

And…

Snug folds milk splash after ball twitching splash of spunk from my dick.

“Fuuuuck... you.” Words found again in a whistling rasp.

-

She slurps my spent dick into her mouth. Moans at the taste, rolls the collected fluid over her tongue like she’s at one of those fancy ass wine tastings the rich love so much. Wakes the lust back up. Has me spitting another load up her hungry cunt fifteen minutes later.

Fuck.

Damn pussy has me feeling like a punk ass teen again.

-

“So… What’s her name?” We’re propped up at opposite ends of the Charger, backs against doors, sweat cooling on superheated bodies.

“Whose?” I’m distracted by the frothy gush of semen and feminine arousal still drooling out of her still quivering gash. She’s been playing with it. Pushing it back inside and letting it leak back out again.

“The white chocolate you got yourself hooked on.” Jasmyn blows a ring of raspberry flavored cigarillo smoke.

“Thought you quit?”

“Can’t a girl indulge in a vice after a satisfying fuck every now’n then? Answer the damn question, Jalen.” The words come out in a lazy, satisfied slur. Smooth as whip cream.

“Don’t know.”

Jasmyn chokes on a puff of smoke. “You don’t know?”

I shrug. “Never asked.”

“And I thought my love life was dysfunctional,” she mutters, mouth curving downward as she pushes my cum back inside her pussy for the tenth time.

“Does she know?”

“Know what?”

“How pitifully in love with her you are?”

“Love? I’m off that train, Jazz, and I got no plans to ride it again.”

Jasmyn rolls her eyes. “Keep telling yourself that. You always been a romantic, J.”

“Prison sucks the romance outta you. Beats it to a bloody pulp with a Mike Tyson fist.”

There’s a sad sigh. “You know, that bullshit is exactly why I do what I do. Someone’s gotta look out for the invisibles.”

Amen, Granny Teague would say. Amen!

I can’t really argue. Get yourself into the prison system and you become a faceless dollar sign for the sick fucks running the joint.

More silence.

Then a question.

“Fuck me in the ass?”

My dick twitches, processing the words faster than my brain.

“What?”

“Fuck me in the ass.” She gives me a hard look, trails a creamy finger down her puffy pussy to tease her other hole.

Something in the way she says it stops me cold. She’s giving up. Burying another piece of her past like Dee. That’s the ghetto instinct I guess. Damn if I don’t understand it. Sometimes you just gotta get out. Save your own skin before you’ve got no skin left to lose.

I pull her back onto me. Love the feel of her sloppy cunt drooling over my shaft as she grinds, waking my dick back up for one last round. Wish we had a bed instead. Get her face down. Ass up. Give her the kind of anal fucking she deserves before the finality of our fucked up friendship meets its end. But that’s not an option. It’d make things worse.

So we settle for this, an anal joyride in the backseat.

Hips rise up.

Dick finds tabooed hole.

Hips ease down.

Mouths meet.

 

-\ JASMYN /-

 

It’s late, or rather, it’s early. She hasn’t been up to see the sunrise in a long time. It fits her mood, that changing from night to morning, dark to light.

She shouldn’t have fucked him. Again. Shouldn’t have had him pumping live rounds in her again and again like some side street hooker. Begging for his cum. She never thought she’d have to worry about that fact. Thought she couldn’t. All the tests said she’d never have one of her own.

But, there’s the proof. A splash of pee on a white stick with an indicator her OBGYN was as surprised by as she still is when she made the call.

Fuck. Why didn’t she just have him wear a condom? Spurt on her belly. Fill her mouth. Spunk her ass more than that one final time.

Shit.

She should tell him. It isn’t fair not to. But then, telling him isn’t really fair either. He’s not equipped for it. Never will be. Maybe never was.

So why?

Fuck.

She knows exactly why she had him fill her cunt full of cum. She knows exactly why she played with it after, pushing it in and out. She’d prayed for a little magic and she hadn’t done that religious hocus-pocus in years. Truth is, she wanted a piece of him because she knew she’d never have him. Not all of him. Not that parts that count. But the truth now is this. She has her one little piece. And, surprisingly, it’s more than enough.

 

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Behind the Purple Door

Author’s note: This story is written by Cocokisses. If you are reading it anywhere other than Lush Stories, it has been posted without the author's permission. LeAndra drove up to her place of business and parked her plush, black BMW 740i in its assigned space. She glanced at the building as she considered her good fortune. Her husband; her sexy, tall, Adonis of a husband, had assisted in her acquirement of this exclusive salon. Stepping out of the vehicle, she found her footing in four inch...

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Sex and bubbles

I am fortunate. I have a great house, a high paying job and a sexy woman who loves me. My lover is absolutely to die for. She's five foot eight; 145 pounds and a fiery redhead, not to mention stacked and has all the curves in the right places. She stays at home and operates her websites. They range from free sites to a cam site, featuring her of course. I came home from work late one evening and she had cooked dinner. I felt absolutely awful that I missed it. I could tell she was upset as well....

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A Gamblers Tale or The Purple Hat Incident

A Gamblers Tale, or The Purple Hat Incident Riordan's Gulch. If you're in Riordan's Gulch, you're either a loser, looking to make money out of the tiniest gold seam in the world, or you're trying to make money out of the losers. The smart ones, well let's just say they aren't out panning. To be honest, the Gulch wasn't my usual sort of town, but well, I needed to get off the beaten track. Literally off the beaten track. Too many people looking for me close to the railroad, so I...

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The Three Amigos At The Purple Oyster

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age...

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Alice A Paul Purple StoryChapter 6B

Paul The sound of a girl crying woke me up, I flexed my legs and, finding they could move, got out of the bed and padded over to the source. Tracy was curled into a ball and shaking. "Tracy! Tracy, it's okay, you're safe, he can't hurt you again," I said to her. She sighed and seemed to calm down, straightening out in her sleep. A nurse entered the room, "And what are you doing out of bed sir?" She asked in an authoritative voice. "Just settling Tracy, she was reliving a...

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The Evening Bubbles Club Part 2

All rights for this content belong to Shiraz Derwine. Please leave a review if you liked this story. All reviews are important to me and motivate me to write more. ------------------- The Evening Bubbles Club - Part 2 ------------------- The girls arrived at hour place as the clock stroke eight. I ran to the door to greet them. That's if my top speed on five inches stilettos could count as running. I was looking forward to seeing Kimiko, and I knew that she would appreciate the new...

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Purple Shade pt 1

“He’s too busy trying to prove aliens exist,” Weston says. “You’re a freak, you know that right?” Ken asks. “Alien lover, I bet you wish you could get probed by them,” Weston says. “Leave him alone,” Jordan Taylor, the new starting quarterback says as he walks up to us with his girlfriend at his side. “Why don’t you just stay out of it, golden boy,” Ken says. “Just because you got the starting quarterback position, doesn’t mean shit.” “Regardless, you’re still going to leave him...

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A Purple Valentines Day

It was Monday, February 14, 2011, Valentine’s Day! I was fast asleep when I heard the doorbell. It was eight in the morning, and I was not expecting any company this early at my house in Alpine, New Jersey. I was still naked when I answered the door. To my surprise, it was Ashley, smiling and holding gifts. Ashley was a gorgeous, busty woman mixed with Black and Russian. She was about five-seven, with a honey-colored complexion, small waist, long brown straight hair, and gray eyes. Her purple...

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My Friends Pink Lips Purple Tips Twins And Soft Petals

Yes I am the proud owner of myself, my protruding lips, my heavy round and extra large boobs along with tight pink Cunt. These are my “friends” with whom I always played and enjoyed since school days. Yes I was and am and will always proud of my ‘friends’. So I believed that it is not just sufficient for me to be happy but I must keep all my ‘friends’ also happy and should never devoid them of happiness and contentment they need as per call of nature. Who am I to keep them hungry and thirsty?...

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Purple Shine in NYC

Purple Shine in NYC By Michelle Anderson I have written a few autobiographical stories before. This is not really autobiographical, but rather an extrapolation of a real event. As background, I am a really good looking slim but athletic guy. I guess I am a bit effeminate or maybe pretty, but still no one in my day to day life thinks I am gay or bi. I also love girls, but not just girls. I have always loved panties, and have been dressing and going out dressed for years, ever since a...

3 years ago
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Last Stop Bubbles A Lost BlondieVerse Tale Part Five

I. Invisible Criminal“Caution, approaching platform.” We’re nothing but invisibles nowStrangers on a train, that clichéd riftSpun up, up, up in far off Hollywood lightsWith those backstage sets and the rain machinesDropping watery gems into silver tearsThe real fucking taleBehind those Westside BluesWhere you’re a Maria and I’m a TonyJust star-crossed fuckups miscast and misplacedCuz this ain’t no Broadway sketch withLyrical grace and heavy themes to thinkSo let’s just face the fucking truth of...

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Men Call Me BUBBLES

I see how guys look at me and the things they say to me it turns me on. Sometimes I purposely walk through the park in the summertime with a tight top that barely covers my 38d breast and a pair of TIGHT capri's that ascent my round juicy firm but SOFT ass. I walk pass the basketball court just to hear them say nasty things to me. one time this guy told me how he could make me cum all over his cock then he walked beside me talking so so nasty how his cock is 9inches and THICK. Then he told me...

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Lessons In Genetics Lesson 1 Purple Punishment

Now kanaya needed to gather the appropriate materials from the others for her grub. That was where she’d have issues. None of the others had given her any genetics yet for breeding a new generation. Not only that, but the closest thing to a couple of any kind between them was sollux and feferi or karkat and terezi. The rest were all just friends and this meant no buckets and no breeding. Kanaya, however, wouldn’t let this stop her in her mission. She was a jade blood, which meant propagation...

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The Purple Dress

The story contains graphic sex including groups. Please feel free to comment on my stories and all comments are valued, both positive and negative or feel free to email me direct with your comments or ideas for stories on [email protected]. The Purple Dress Amy, dressed in a long black coat that was buttoned at the front pushed the heavy door open and peered into the ornate room. As soon as she did the talking seemed to stop and a number of people all seated in a circle,...

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Purple Silk

I once read somewhere that only mature women can wear purple successfully. I hate the word mature. It connotes old age, rather that sophistication, which is closer to the mark. But you can be sophisticated and not mature. If you have not experienced this, you will just have to trust me until you experience it for yourself. Besides, old was not a term I would use. She admitted to being over 40, but standing in the opening of my cube, I would not have put her at more than 35 and judging by the...

4 years ago
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The Purple Dress

The Purple DressNikki, dressed in a long black coat that was buttoned at the front pushed the heavy door open and peered into the ornate room. As soon as she did the talking seemed to stop and a number of people all seated in a circle, in the centre of the room looked towards the doorway, to see what the interruption was. Cautiously Nikki walked in and closed the door quietly behind her before turning towards the group. A ginger bearded man with a kind smile stood up from his chair and smiled....

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Dog and His BoyChapter 8 That Purple Metal Stuff

Greg saw two young men in their late teens walk uncertainly up the driveway. They reminded Greg of a pair of stray dogs the way they seemed to expect trouble from someone or something. He went to greet them, "Which one of you is Mark and which one is Jason? Can I put a magic marker on one of you so I can tell you two apart?" They appeared to be identical in every way, except for their clothes. One, Mark it turned out, had on black Dockers and a gray polo shirt. The other, Jason, wore a...

3 years ago
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Last Stop Bubbles A Lost BlondieVerse Tale Part One

I. Prison Blues and Familiar FacesBuzzed in and buzzed out,Cameras tracking shadow withGlass eye and red blinking lightOne last fuck-up, one lapse in judgmentTo send black ass backunder boot of man.No luck, no attempt,Just shuffling feet.Trading orange jumpers for denim and whites,A pair of Jordan’s no memory of owning,There’s a pocket worth of change and a broken watch,That skips back and forthTick, tock, four and sixFive years skipped, faded to nothingBehind concrete and ironHolding court...

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My sisters Purple Panties

Today is laundry day, and, I'm rooting through the clothes hamper, sorting the clothes, when I come across a pair of dark purple satin bikini string panties, I know that my step mother doesn't wear these kinds of panties; these must belong to my sister, Stephanie.I look around for a moment, and, notice that no one else is around, so, I hold her panties up to my nose, and, inhale her sweet scent."Oh my God! Are you smelling my panties?" I hear my sister, Stephanie say.I turn to look at my...

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Purple Pills 3 Harley Q

Purple Pills 3 - Harley Quinn By: LuckyKat David carried another box up the ladder and lugged it onto the shelf. Working in the warehouse of RT Supply Co. had never been easy, but it had been even harder for the last two weeks. With every box he carried and every shipment he retrieved from the shelves he reminisced about his time as Sonya, the tall buxom blonde he had turned into thanks to Mark's little purple pills. He even thought of Jeremy, the man he'd gone out on a date with,...

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Purple Silk

I once read somewhere that only mature women can wear purple successfully. I hate the word mature. It connotes old age, rather that sophistication, which is closer to the mark. But you can be sophisticated and not mature. If you have not experienced this, you will just have to trust me until you experience it for yourself. Besides, old was not a term I would use. She admitted to being over 40, but standing in the opening of my cube, I would not have put her at more than 35 and judging by the...

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Dog and His BoyChapter 11 The Power Of Purple

Late in the afternoon of the following day, three bicycles were delivered, complete with shrouded motors. They looked like motorbikes of the future. Steve checked the first one out and nodded his approval. Greg and Vikki took the other two out for short rides through the woods. Greg yelled at the top of his lungs, filled with the joy and excitement of being alive as he and Vikki used the trees for an obstacle course and ducked back and forth as they traveled at high speeds between the trees....

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Not Quite a White Knight Book 2Chapter 15 Bad Day For The New Purple

Evening Monday May 26, 2008 An LA Pizza Place - Formerly Black Kings territory We had to do something about the Pammie and Tonto; Tonto’s mother was rabid in opposing 49 and there were too many ways the budding romance could blossom into a nasty gang war. Plus there were some real benefits to a long-term association with the Crystal Aztexs, assuming the 10% to 20% that were fanatical violent meth-heads could be eliminated. So I had arranged a meet with Tony, the head of the Aztexs. The...

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Purple Sproutin Broccoli

‘Living in a purpose built block of flats for the over 50’s can be a bit daunting unless you are the type to socialise and let you hair down a bit’ I said to Julie who was on about feeling lonely in her small single flat. I was lucky because I have a double flat, my wife passed away some five years ago so I am left with the memories. ‘Did you love her, Ben?’ Julie asked out of the blue as I was bending down in my vegetable plot to tend to the extraordinary growth of groundsel weed. ‘Well we...

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The Little Purple Dress Part II

The Little Purple Dress ... Continued “When will you get tired of making love to me?” you asked. With a big smile I answered, “Probably when you start wearing granny panties and a flannel nightgown to bed.” You smiled back and said, “I’ll bet if you knew that I was naked underneath the flannel nightgown you wouldn’t care.” “You may be right about that,” I answered. “Now then … do you want to get into that big tub or shall we just start all over again right here? You know what that purple dress...

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The Purple Panty Changed My Life

Hello friends…This is my first Indian sex stories story. My name is Rishinesh and I reside in Mumbai. I am 24 year old man with height 6’1″ and wheatish colour skin. Talking about my penis its 5 inches when erect. I know its small but still the truth stays I did bang hot milfs in my locality and well that’s a secret. So this is a story where in a purple panty helps me to bang my childhood crush on aunty living on the first floor. Lets make it in hindi. Ye real story hai sanjana aunty ki jo...

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Jackies Purple Satin Panties

It was later then he expected, as he couldn’t get away from his day, now finally home Michael quietly pushed the front door shut behind him not to wake the k**s. To his left he could hear a slight whisper and see the flickering of a turned down television.He moved to his right first, making his way up the stairs to check on his two sons. He pushed the doors open just a crack, listening to the soft slow breathing of each, before pulling the doors shut. He turned then and went back down the...

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Purple Pill

The Purple Pill By Ellie Dauber (c) 2003 The Rite-Aid was gone. Leo Ridley looked around the east wing of the Pine Hills Mall. He'd been shopping here for years, ever since Dutton had transferred him -- he choked. Dutton. He'd worked for the company for almost sixteen years. Good work, too; his employee evaluations had always been marked "Superior". It didn't matter to the new management team, though. They'd taken over the company in a proxy fight and merged with their...

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The Purple Jitterbug

The purple phone looked incongruous sitting on the dirty, scarred table in front of him. It lounged there, smugly indifferent to the gaze of the man watching it, waiting for it to ring. It was a cheap Jitterbug, bought for a one-time usage. Once it rang, it would be confined to the trash, never to be seen again. The man shifted restlessly in the old rickety chair. A fat roach (there seemed to be no other kind in this dirty apartment) skittered across the dark linoleum underneath the table....

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Alice A Paul Purple StoryChapter 7A

Alice So I was left in this large foyer while Master Paul was in the courtroom for who knows how long! I tried to sit on one of the benches but it was too hard so I looked around at the pictures on the wall. A youngish woman, about 30 or so, was pushing a girl in a wheelchair; she looked about 11 or 12 and bored out of her mind, I'd seen them in the park. "Excuse me, would you mind looking after Liz while I watch one of these cases? She doesn't like these places and I want her to be...

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Alice A Paul Purple StoryChapter 8

Alice Elizabeth was very friendly as she drove us to her home, "Normally I don't act as a chauffeur for my patients." She said with a laugh as she steered the car down the road. "It's very good of you Doctor... doctor... ?" Margaret said uncertain how to respond. "Just call me Elizabeth, although I know it might be confusing with your daughter having the same name." Elizabeth said and then asked, "How did you meet up with Paul?" "Ah... well... that's slightly embarrassing."...

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Toys of the Purple Man Marvel

"Dr. Zachary Violet" smiled as he leaned back in his elegantly upholstered chair and gazed at his office. The Purple Man's powers had recently mutated -- or rather greatly increased. No longer could he only control people for a limited time. Now, by properly focusing his powers, he could make permanent alteration to people's minds... and even to their bodies! Thanks to his enhanced abilities, he could also make people perceive him as whatever he wishes, and now they would see him as nothing...

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Wendy and the Purple Potion

I knew it was going to be an awkward day the moment I stepped in my lab. Okay, calling it a lab is a bit of a stretch. I have a small chemical set on a shelf beside my bed. That and a desk. Yeah, it isn't much, but thanks to college tuition, my ass is on the ramen noodle diet. Anyway, when I walked into my "lab", I saw my friend Wendy there waiting for me. In classic Wendy fashion, she was making a beeline for the single most dangerous thing I posessed. "For the love of God, don't touch that!"...

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The Little Purple Dress

It must have been about 3:30 in the afternoon. We had both been busy all day. We had lunch together, but we went with other people from the office so we weren’t able to do anything affectionate. You came to the door of my office and started to speak to me when one of the men in the hallway decided it was the proper time to chat you up. As he continued to attempt to hold you in conversation you eventually leaned back against my doorway as you mostly listened to him. While I wasn’t overly...

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Purple RainChapter 2

"I never meant to cause you any sorrow I never meant to cause you any pain I only wanted to see you laughing I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain Purple Rain, Purple Rain" You hear about people committing suicide at a young age. Now I understood why. I couldn't go much lower right than I was then. It is true what they say, 'You don't know what you have till you lose it.' That's exactly the way I felt. God, why did I take everything for granted. If it wasn't for my...

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Alice A Paul Purple StoryChapter 6A

Paul The town of Red Rock Junction was small; we reached it by road, going on the I-15 to Virgina, then onto another road to Downey, Zenda and then Red Rock Junction. We arrived on the Thursday afternoon in my van. I had already instructed Alice to call me either Paul or Daddy, instead of Master Paul. We booked into the small hotel as father and daughter (Paul and Maddie Sullivan). The only room available was one with a double bed. "... Can't understand it?... So many bookings, never...

4 years ago
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Wendy and the Purple Potion

"Don't touch that!" I shouted, running toward her as fast as I could. Thankfully, it's a very tiny room, and I was beside her in a second or two. She immediately put her hands at her sides and turned to face me wearing a very guilty expression. "I wasn't going to touch anything. Matt," she lied brazenly. I simply shook my head. Wendy was a clever woman. When it came to mathematics, no one could touch her. But the woman couldn't lie to save her life. "Well, the vial you weren't...

4 years ago
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The Little Purple Dress Part II

The Little Purple Dress … Continued “When will you get tired of making love to me?” you asked. With a big smile I answered, “Probably when you start wearing granny panties and a flannel nightgown to bed.” You smiled back and said, “I’ll bet if you knew that I was naked underneath the flannel nightgown you wouldn’t care.” “You may be right about that,” I answered. “Now then … do you want to get into that big tub or shall we just start all over again right here? You know what that purple...

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Purple Reign

Today is not going to be like any other. Done are the days of being the class loser and a perpetual virgin. Today is the day you ask out Alice Callavo8etti the star cheerleader and the most beautiful girl in school and shoe in for prom queen. Your not bad in the looks department but the one feature that bothers people is your unnatural bright purple eyes. The moment of truth "Hey Alice... Do you want to-" "Don't even look at me loser" she interrupts. Maybe today isn't going to be any different...

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