A Modern Metamorphosis
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Ash took a deep breath.
For as good as life had been for the trainer, things were starting to become... stale. It felt as if he was stuck in a loop of sorts, unable to break free no matter what he did.
"I just want a change." he thought, laying down in his bed. Sleep came quickly, with him unaware of what would await him come tomorrow.
As the morning rays of sunlight pierced through my bedroom window I was awakened from the most intense dream, reenacting what had happened the night before. My throbbing hard little cock was gently humping against the sheets of my bed while I couldn’t stop thinking about the amazing big black cock I had in my mouth just hours ago. I could still taste him on my tongue, and I could smell him on my lips. What had happened to me? Why was I so turned on by all of this? I thought to myself, ‘Maybe it...
This is the first part of my second novel. See my profile for details.-------I: THE METAMORPHOSISMy name is Shawna. At least, according to my driver’s license it is. I used to be Shawn Milner, a relatively successful businessman with a bit of a drinking habit. I had lived as Shawn for twenty-seven very satisfied years, taking what I wanted from life and giving it my charming company in return. Even when that company was unwanted.I was handsome, bold, strong… I really had it all. Not that I...
As the morning rays of sunlight pierced through my bedroom window I was awakened from the most intense dream, reenacting what had happened the night before. My throbbing hard little cock was gently humping against the sheets of my bed while I couldn't stop thinking about the amazing big black cock I had in my mouth just hours ago. I could still taste him on my tongue, and I could smell him on my lips. What had happened to me? Why was I so turned on by all of this? I thought to myself,...
We are, by my standards, a pretty average couple. We are in our late forties, both very attractive and successful, and have both been career driven throughout our lives. We have raised three beautiful c***dren, the youngest of which left home three years ago. My husband is a wonderful, kind man that I met shortly after I graduated and started my career.I was attracted to him because of his stunning good looks and his quick wit, which both still shine from him brightly. He has been the most...
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Metamorphosis By Julia Manchester Copyright 2008 Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the characters or events portrayed to any person or entity, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintended. This work also includes mature subject matter and may not be appropriate for those under the age of eighteen. Part 1 1. It was nobody's fault, really. The truck was passing the car on the highway when the car in front of the Strattons had a blowout...
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No sooner had Jack done this and had stood up to head down stairs when he saw a little green flash and heard a familiar pip emanating from the top of Susan’s dresser. Her Lifestyle Nudism identity band had also just decided to wake up! Jack walked over to the dresser, picked up the ID band and handed it to Susan who was still lying in bed. “Here you are, sis” Jack said. “Your turn” Susan looked at the unit in Jack’s hand then very quickly began to rouse herself from her bed. She threw down...
After Beth got dressed, we headed for my house. Beth kept up a constant monologue comprised of equal part of "Here's what I want to do first," and, "Do you really think I can do this?" And so we headed out on our Saturday afternoon safari. The quarry—clothes, of course—and a new hair style. Well-armed with a pair of platinum cards, one Amex, the other Visa. When we got to the mall, Beth started hitting all the clothing stores, one after the other, until I called a time-out about...
Once upon a time, long long ago, there was a beautiful girl whose name was Ashley but who acquired the name Ashsweeps, or Ash, since it was her job to sweep the ashes from the hearth every morning, gather the wood and light the new fire. She was also the cook, did the laundry, mended clothes, fed the animals, milked the cow and much else. Her mother died when she was quite small. Her father, feeling lonely and unsuited to raising his child on his own quickly remarried. Two children followed,...
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This story iswritten for Ash, a lovely young lady living in India and soon to come to England. Her desire is to be spanked and this story describes one way that might happen. 22 year Ash had fantasised for some years about having her bare bottom spanked and whilst in her native India bare bottom spanking was not common she thought that once she came to England she would find someone to satisfy her fantasy. So when she finally arrived at her sister’s house and unpacked her things she was...
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hello my name is jill and in order to write this story i have to put in my part of the story to let you know how i came to be his wife and let him fuck any woman he desires all with my apovall and blessings when paul and i were still dating i was so in love with him that i would do anything he asked of me but when he said he made me love him and could have an woman he wanted i thought i would make him eat crow and asked him what he would put up as a weager he said anything i wanted and when he...
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Hello friends, mai Aastha, aai hoon lekar aap logo ke liye apni sex trip ka next part. Aap pichla part aur meri baki ki sex stories story ke title ke neeche mere naam par click karke padh sakte hai. Toh aaiye, bina time waste kiye story par chalte hai. Toh 2 din ke chudai bhare train ke safar ke baad, mai aur Rohan Goa pahuch gaye aur apne hotel chale gaye. Hotel me Rohan ne 3 room book kara rakhe the. Abhi sirf hum dono hi the. Baki ke 6 boys ki train late thi. Rohan ne ek room ki keys collect...
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xmoviesforyouThe sun of a pleasant and warm afternoon shone through the deep red curtains casting the room in a crimson hue . In the corner of this room I sat with my two girls, carrying light conversation with my submissive, and allowing my slave to listen on, but not a word was uttered from her lips, like the good slut she was. My submissive sat at my feet on a small stool I’d created especially for her, the soft velvet was a small comfort she’d earned, the new slave however knelt on the cold marble...
I haven’t written stories in a long time, and when people have asked why I stopped, I’ve explained that when I started writing, I was doing it to get out all the fantasies that I had, all the things that I wanted to do and never could. And there were a lot of things that I wanted to do, but was too afraid or unsure of how to do them. I was monogamously and unhappily married, and I could not figure out how to get what I wanted. But I figured it out. I dipped my toe into the BDSM and polyamorous...
The summer holidays was upon again and I had booked to go to Scotland with Jennie as she had nobody to go with and her family was very churchy and her father was the local vicar in the Parish. She was a nice girl and had a terrific figure, but was very quiet and seemed to be naive as regards what went on with young people although she worked in an office with plenty of the opposite sex around her.Anyway the time had come that we had to leave for Scotland to explore this part of the UK. We...
First TimeThis story involves acquiring fur and has a gay theme. This story/adventure is about 80% true and 20% fictional. But it is all based on real experiences in my life. Because fur tends to be very expensive. I got into trapping as a boy. Because I needed a way to gratify my overwhelming fur fetish. From day one I fell deeply in love with fur and the magical power it has over me. However, I was trapping coyotes, fox, beaver and raccoons in upstate New York near Lake Placid (Adirondack Mountains)....
Meg was standing at the far end of the bank parking lot after she told Marie about the trucks. There was a small piece of property about 4o feet wide by the length of the bank parking lot. She called Julie over and asked her who owned this property and she said I think the bank does. “When you go upstairs would you please check. Thanks.” “Bill where are you,” asked Meg On the phone. He said he was at the hanger! “Where are your guys?”... ‘I have all but two here and they’re with Carlo.’......
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The big boss called me the next morning at five a.m. Relax, dear readers. You did not skip a page or two. You did not forget anything. This is not the sequel to another unnamed story for which a call at five a.m. might mean something. The word 'next' simply has to do with events that occurred the previous afternoon, about which you shall read shortly. "Be on the Atlanta to LaGuardia flight at 8:30. Lou and his limousine will be there in ten minutes. He can print your boarding pass in the...