A Hard Lesson Chapter 1
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Previously…
With their marriage on the rocks, Abby and George turn to a most unlikely source for help. Unbeknownst to George, Abby has agreed to let the incubus, Damian, and his mate, Britt, act as marriage counsellors. Little does Abby realize how unorthodox their methods are.
***
The doorbell rang at six o’clock exactly. Abby was alone, George having left the university directly for his appointment with Britt. Abby had puttered around the house since returning home from work, looking at the clock every five minutes like some adolescent on the eve of her first date.
Damian stood at the doorstep in all of his sartorial magnificence. He brushed a kiss on her cheek and she quickly ushered him inside. Her heart fell when the neighbour across the street raised a hand in salute.
‘Damn,’ she whispered to herself as she closed the door.
‘Are you ready for our big night?’ Damian leaned casually against the railing to the stairs leading to the upper floor. His eyes raked over her body, sizing her up. Nothing in his face betrayed his feelings.
No, thought Abby. ‘Of course,’ she said.
‘You’re nervous,’ observed Damian.
‘Perhaps a little.’
‘You can trust me.’
‘I don’t have to trust anyone. Besides, trust is earned.’
Damian smiled. ‘You demonstrated your trust when you retained Britt and me.’
Abby shook her head. ‘I demonstrated foolishness and gullibility.’
Foolishness and gullibility indeed. Here stood her nocturnal visitor in the flesh. The man — no, the demon — who had insinuated himself into her life unasked, who had taken liberties with her. Denying him as she had so many weeks ago had been an act of unthinking desperation. She had denied him then, only to consciously invite him into her life now. What had she been thinking, agreeing to this arrangement? Not to mention placing George into the hands of his partner.
‘Be that as it may, I’m taking you out for dinner tonight. It’s a place you probably know well, so if you have any issues being seen with me, you had better speak up now.’
Damian waited.
‘That’s fine.’
‘Good. Just so you know, I bet Britt that you wouldn’t be up to this. You might think that you’re a strong woman. You might even think that you’re flexible and daring. I doubt it. Britt seems to think that you’ll rise to the challenge.’ Damian shrugged. ‘Personally, I think you’re probably a stick in the mud and you bored poor George into indifference and took up with your business partner to prove to yourself that you still had some life in you, but that’s a discussion for another time.’
Abby’s mouth was set in a firm line and she felt her face flushing. Damian had hit the mark.
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to cause offense.’
Like hell you didn’t, Abby thought. ‘You said something about a challenge?’
Damien threw Abby a bag. ‘Put these on. The pantsuit might cut it for Hillary Clinton, but it won’t do for you.’
Abby glared at Damien and wondered whether she despised this man. She stomped upstairs and locked herself into the ensuite.
When she was sure the door was locked, she peered into the bag. She blanched at what she saw. She was about to march back out and tell Damian in no uncertain terms where he could shove this collection of slut fashion when she hesitated.
The bastard knew her better that she would have thought. She’d never been one to back away from a challenge. What have I done? she asked herself.
Damian lay on the bed, leafing through one of Abby’s romance novels. Abby snatched it from his hands. ‘How dare you come into my bedroom?’
He ignored the question. ‘You seem to have exotic tastes. A bit Victorian, perhaps, but exotic. Mound of Venus? Throbbing manroots? I’m all a-tingle.’
Abby blushed again at having her one guilty pleasure revealed to this man.
‘By the way, you look pretty hot.’
‘I look like a slut.’
‘Maybe, but it’s a good look. It works for you.’
She could have hit him. God, she wanted to hit him. Instead, she took a deep, steadying breath. ‘You have to help me with this.’ said Abby, turning to indicate the lacing of the corset she wore.
‘It has always fascinated me what women fantasize about. Kidnapping, ritualized rape, bondage. Why is it that they can be so accepting of kink in theory and so prudish in practice?’
‘Perhaps we read about it so that we don’t have to find our very own pirates to ravish us.’
Damian laughed. ‘You’ve got me there.’ He swung his legs to the floor and motioned Abby over.
As she stood between his splayed legs, he tightened the laces of the corset, asking Abby to exhale. ‘Too tight?’
‘I won’t be running any marathons in this getup.’
‘This thing does wonders for your figure. Not that your figure needs that much help.’
Abby, who had been sneaking peaks at herself in a wall mirror while Damian busied himself behind her, grudgingly had to concur. The gold paisley of the corset suited the light tan of her chest. Black lace ruffles adorned the top and bottom edges and matched the crushed taffeta, knee-length skirt Damian had brought.
‘Exhale once more,’ Damian commanded, whereupon he further tightened the laces.
‘Enough,’ cried Abby.
‘How do you feel?’
‘Like an over-stuffed sausage. Self-conscious.’
‘And perhaps a little sexy.’
‘Perhaps a little.’
‘Good.’ Damian approached and placed his hands on Abby’s hips. He gazed intently at her. Abby thought that he might kiss her, but he did not. Instead, he reached behind her head and removed the clip that held her hair in a pony tail.
As her hair unfurled, Damian said, ‘Much better.’
Abby shook her head. ‘Regular cougar, huh?’
* * *
Abby finished applying her makeup in the bathroom. Although it was entirely out of character for her, the outfit did wonders. Her breasts swelled voluptuously out of the top of the corset and her waist narrowed considerably. She cringed at the thought of appearing in public like this. She emerged from the bathroom self-consciously.
‘You look great,’ said Damian from the bed.
‘I look like a whore.’
Damien shrugged. ‘One more thing.’
‘This isn’t enough?’
Damian didn’t reply.
‘What then?’ asked Abby.
‘Take off your underwear.’
‘Absolutely not.’
‘Absolutely not,’ mimicked Damian. ‘I asked you to put on what was in the bag. Not put on what was not in the bag.’
‘What kind of counselling is this?’
Damian shrugged again. ‘I told you that I’m not a counsellor. Tell you what, you can call it off and I’ll leave right now.’
‘And let you win your bet? I don’t think so.’
Damian smiled.
‘And dropping my underwear is supposed to prove something?’
‘Don’t knock it till you try it. Who knows? You might find it immensely therapeutic.’
‘You’re a bastard, you know that?’
‘I’ve been called worse.’
‘I should tell you that you’re dangerously close to crossing the line.’
‘If that’s the case, perhaps we should call this off now. I’d love to win the bet, particularly since Britt is a much better judge of character than I. Just so you know, I’m not even within sight of the line. I wonder if George is close to his.’
Abby reached under her skirt, careful to not expose herself, and shimmied until her panties lay on the floor.
‘There. Happy now?’
‘Good God woman,’ exclaimed Damian, horrified. ‘You need to do some shopping, or did you borrow those things from your mother?’
‘They’re perfectly sensible!’ protested Abby.
‘For a nun. Throw them out. Or burn them.’
Damian swung his legs from the bed and stood. ‘Oh, I almost forgot.’
‘What now?’
‘I need to get closer to the line. Maybe even cross it. Unless, of course, you have reservations.’
Damian smirked.
Abby glared at him. ‘Just do it already.’
Damian moved quickly and pinned Abby against the dresser, grasping both wrists in one hand behind her back and pressing one leg insistently between hers. He was strong and his hands held her arms together like a vise. She struggled against his grasp and the weight of him that trapped her. There was no fighting him now. No escape.
‘What are you doing?’ she whispered.
‘Shh,’ whispered Damian.
He slid his hand between her legs and worked his fingers up until they brushed the folds of her pussy. Her body recognized the touch and wavered between hunger and flight. Abby’s breath caught in her throat and she grew still. Between the outfit, her bare pussy, and his insistent fingers, she knew that her body would betray her. His fingers teased her opening and she silently cursed her traitorous body for the slick warmth that greeted him.
‘And I was worried that you were frigid,’ he whispered into her ear.
Abby clenched her eyes shut but didn’t struggle. Damian reached into his pocket and withdrew an object. He used his leg to spread hers wider and worked his hand up again.
Abby felt his hand and a smooth object rubbing against the lips of her pussy. Abby gave a little cry as he inserted it without warning and pushed it home.
‘There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?’
Abby shook stood against the dresser, quaking.
‘Now we can go,’ he said with a grin and took her hand in his.
* * *
Abby followed Damian from the house and locked the door. Her neighbour wasn’t there, but she could feel the unseen eyes studying her. To hell with them, she told herself.
Damian opened the passenger door of a gleaming black Porsche 911.
‘Lease?’ asked Abby without thinking.
‘No, it’s mine. I don’t believe in leasing, or owing for that matter.’
He held her hand as she eased into the low leather seat and then reached across to buckle her in.
‘Business must be good,’ said Abby as the engine rumbled to life.
Damian smiled. ‘I can’t complain.’
They drove through the quiet suburban streets in silence for a few minutes. Abby tried but couldn’t completely ignore the foreignness of the egg nestled firmly in her vagina, pressing insistently against her g-spot. Though she tried to will it away, she could feel the warmth there and the slickness of her arousal.
‘I had it modified,’ said Damian.
‘It’s very nice.’
‘I meant the egg.’
‘Oh,’ said Abby, who’d been thinking about the car. ‘That’s nice too.’
‘Commercial eggs are fine, but don’t pack much bang for the buck.’
‘I see,’ said Abby. She had no idea what Damien was talking about but didn’t want to admit it. ‘Is the object of this exercise to make me feel like a hen?’
Damian laughed as he turned onto a brightly-lit boulevard. He placed a hand on her bare leg.
‘Are you and Britt a couple?’ asked Abby, to get her mind off his hand.
‘In a manner of speaking.’
‘And she has no qualms about what you are doing?’
‘She knows what I am. Besides, she’s likely doing something as well.’
George. Abby had been so wrapped up in her experience that she’d forgotten entirely about George’s appointment with Britt. She felt a sudden, unexpected pang of jealousy.
Damian removed his hand from Abby’s thigh and pressed a button on a small, black device. The egg began vibrating.
Oh, my, thought Abby.
‘That’s the first setting. The others are increasingly intense.’
‘Uh-huh.’ The sensation was mild but entirely enjoyable, perhaps more so because of her bareness down there. Abby spread her legs slightly, hoping that Damian did not notice. The air from the car’s ventilation system eddied in her short skirt, caressing her bare pussy.
They left Abby’s subdivision and merged onto the highway. ‘We need a safeword,’ said Damian.
‘A what?’
‘A safeword. We might be doing something together and you’ll say ‘no’. I need to know that no means no and not yes or maybe or more. Are you with me? So a safeword is something other than no that indicates, in no uncertain terms, that you want me to stop.’
‘Believe me, if I want you to stop, you’ll know it.’
‘You’re absolutely right. Yet much to my surprise, here you are, dressed as you are, and you haven’t told me to go stop yet. I just don’t want any misunderstanding. I’d like you to think of a word that signifies that you want me to stop whatever I’m doing. Normally, the safeword signifies that you have hit your limit. In our case, I’d like it to also signify that you want to halt to our entire agreement.’
‘Fine.’
Damian smiled. ‘So what’s your safeword.’
Abby thought for a moment. ‘Thumper,’ she said finally.
‘I like it! Thumper it is.’
The car quickly gobbled up the miles. Too quickly, Abby thought, for soon she would allow herself to be seen in public in this impossible outfit with a man who wasn’t her husband. She squirmed in her seat to try to dislodge the egg from a particularly sensitive spot. A few weeks ago, the notion that she would find herself in this position would have strained credulity. A few weeks ago, she’d been completing a questionnaire, completely oblivious that what she had started then would lead to this.
She remembered one of the questions: ‘There’s nothing I won’t try at least once.’
There were no examples. Skydiving? Perhaps. A threesome? Um. Anal sex with a midget? Gross, and unlikely. She’d circled the number two, indicating that experimentation was very unlikely. Yet here she was…
‘Equality between partners is the key to successful relationships.’
Her pencil had hovered over the four. She briefly pictured her mother, beautiful, university educated and wickedly smart, frittering away the best years of her life as a traditional housewife in a nondescript, cookie-cutter suburb, selflessly supporting her husband on his slow climb up the corporate ladder and raising a pair of ungrateful kids. Abby couldn’t imagine the sacrifice. She’d vowed, even as a young girl, never to sacrifice her potential for anyone. She’d circled the five.
‘I act on my fantasies.’
Abby assumed the question related to sex. She had plenty of fantasies about success, about the next big deal that would put her over the top, but she doubted dreams of a bigger office and faster car was what Damian and Britt had in mind. Trouble was, Abby could not remember when she had last fantasized about sex. Hell, she didn’t even know whether mature adults did fantasize. Had she known about the question, she might have asked someone. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Maybe she worked too hard. Maybe she was too busy to engage in fantasies. Maybe you should answer the question, she told herself. She’d circled the one.
‘I characterize my love life as creative and exciting.’
Abby had circled two, adding a point by virtue of an exciting but regrettable fling. The question did not, after all, specify with whom.
* * *
Abby had to admit that Damian was devilishly handsome. As they were led to their table, many of the female diners paused to trace his progress between the tables, much as the males, she noticed self-consciously, traced hers. Abby felt conspicuous in her corset, though a small part of her revelled in the heady, old-school femininity of it. To her surprise, she was stimulated rather than uncomfortable at her lack of underwear. It was an erotic secret she and Damian shared.
They were seated in a secluded and dimly-lit corner and Damian soon dispatched the waitress with their food and wine selection.
The glow of the candle excluded all else.
‘Tell me about your affair.’
Abby suppressed a flash of shame and annoyance that Damian would bring it up now. ‘It wasn’t planned. One thing just led to another. He took me and I let myself be taken.’
‘You didn’t resist?’
Abby forced herself to meet Damian’s gaze. ‘I can’t say I did. I’m not making excuses, but by the time Steve and I got together, intimacy with George had dwindled to the kind of obligatory screw that you do to avoid becoming your parents.’
‘And why is that?’
‘If you hadn’t stuffed a vibrating egg up my pussy, I could almost believe that you were a therapist.’
Damian goosed the control and Abby gasped.
‘I asked you a question,’ said Damian, turning the device off.
Quietly, Abby said, ‘I thought that’s what happened to couples. There comes a time in every relationship when the symphony packs up and goes home, the angels fly back to heaven, and you’re faced with an endless vista of domestic mundanity.’
Damian grimaced. ‘You don’t think that’s sad? Lazy?’
‘Sad, yes. Lazy? Perhaps you’re right. Truth is, the business has taken so much of my time and energy that at the end of the day, there’s very little of either left.’
‘But enough for Steve?’ asked Damian.
‘We were working closely together. Hell, I’ve spent more time with Steve than I have with almost anyone. We were responding to a request for proposal. This was the big deal, the deal that would make our company and secure it for years to come. The stress, the exhaustion, the availability — all roads led to what we did.’
The waitress returned with the salads and directed an ingratiating smile to Damian.
Damian pushed the plate away as though he had suddenly lost his appetite.
‘It doesn’t sound like you regret it.’
Abby lowered her eyes.
‘Then why go through all of this? The counselling? Why invest so much in a relationship you were so willing to sacrifice?’ asked Damian.
Abby’s eyes flashed. ‘Because I’ve never failed at anything, okay?’ She angrily stabbed her fork at the salad. ‘Losing George would be a failure.’
‘It’s all about you, isn’t it?’ Damian shook his head. ‘Have you ever refused George?’
Abby hesitated. ‘Maybe a few times.’
‘I’d wager more than a few. Why?’
‘The usual suspects. Tiredness, disinterest, familiarity.’
‘Yet when your business partner takes you, you let yourself be taken.’
‘Listen,’ said Abby angrily. ‘I’m not saying that what I did was right, but it was good. Do you understand? I can’t bring myself to apologize for it.’
An intense punishing vibration erupted in her loins. More pain than pleasure this time. Her fork clattered against the plate and she gripped the edge of the table. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to dampen the noise she was convinced everyone could hear. Her breath hissed out from between clenched teeth.
The waitress hurried over. ‘Is everything alright?’ she asked Damian.
‘Yes. Perfect. Thank you.’
The waitress flashed her over-white teeth to Damian before hurrying off.
Little did she realize, thought Abby, that she was smiling at a wolf in Armani.
‘Stop,’ she whispered.
Damian leaned back and regarded her closely for several moments.
Her eyes pleaded. If he was enjoying her discomfiture, she couldn’t tell. Damian’s face was inscrutable.
‘Where did Thumper come from?’
‘Huh? Oh. A stuffed bunny. When I was young girl. I couldn’t pronounce ‘th’, so it came out as humper. Seemed appropriate.’
The egg stilled, leaving behind a tingling after-echo.
‘Thank you,’ Abby whispered.
Damian pulled his salad towards him and speared an arugula leaf.
‘Do you like being in charge all the time?’
‘It’s what I’ve worked for.’ Abby’s voice was faint.
‘But you’re not in charge of your marriage. For that matter, neither is George.’
‘To tell you the truth, when I get home from work, I’m tired of being in charge.’
Damian nodded. ‘I can imagine,’ he said with more than a hint of irony.
The waitress removed their salad plates and soon delivered the main course. Damian sipped his wine.
‘Tell me about your family, your parents.’
‘Not much to tell. Dad was an engineer, mom stayed at home to raise the kids, despite having been university educated.’ Abby shook her head. ‘Kind of a waste when you think of it.’
The egg hummed softly, as if to quietly announce its presence.
‘Did your mother feel that it was a waste?’
‘Not in so many words. No, that’s not right. She didn’t.’
‘And your father?’
‘A good man, hard-working. The quintessential strong, silent type.’
‘And they were happy?’
Abby squirmed in her seat. ‘They’ll be celebrating their golden anniversary this year, so yes, they were happy.’
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Teen“Make me cum?” Her voice was soft and sticky.It should’ve been so easy to say no- to smile and say goodnight, to go home to my wife as I had promised. But as I looked down on this tangled mess of a girl half my age, red hair chaotic and wild on her pillow, little black strip of an adult dress riding perilously high on impossibly long legs, I made the fatal mistake of hesitating, of thinking twice.She unfolded from her curled up position, legs stretching out to me, reaching for me. One heel...
CheatingChapter Six The sun warmed Luciel’s flesh as she ran into the cool waters of the river. She dove beneath the glittering surface once the water reached her waist, and then resurfaced with a gasp, rubbing the water from her eyes. The chilly water caused her nipples to pebble and raise goose bumps on her skin. Closing her eyes, she let the sunshine warm her face. The heat didn’t last very long, though. A shadow coming over the source of light, had her opening her eyes once more, expecting to see...
bout a few weeks ago, i came across an asian teen, probably 19 the most,new to the gym and she come in with a bunch of dudes, around her age. The only reasons she caught my attention, she had bigger than average tits (nothing big but bigger than the average asian woman), she alway wore low cut top and tight legging, so tight you could see the camel toe.We caught eyes a few time and since i training my clients in that gym, m there bout 5-6 days weekly. I was pretty sure one of boys were her...
Moving into our holiday unit we meet our neighbours. “Hi, I’m Trevor and this is Sue, can we give you a hand shifting in?”“Sure, that would be great! I’m Adrian and this is Patrice.”“Peter, come help us” Sue calls and their son walks out to help.We unpack and get on well with our neighbours. As the days go on we have been doing lots with them, having picnic lunches going touring, generally having fun.Sue drops over. “Would u like to have a spa Patrice?” I watch u quickly get changed and...
SON OF A PREACHER MANSon of a Preacher ManBy kewtieboyGilbert Ray was a Baptist minister of the full Hellfire type. He was a God-fearing, bible punching minister with no flexibility in his beliefs. Sex, other than with one’s wife, was unimaginable. You can therefore imagine his views on d**gs, homosexuality and abortion. This was 1966 and attitudes all around him were changing, but not Gilbert. He still preached in his Baptist church to a moderately packed congregation of like minded people who...
Lily lay there, under the watchful gaze of Chris, who smiled at her lovingly. This was their first anniversary spent together. Tonight they were marking one year as an exclusive couple. One year of sleeping with only each other. One year of love for each other. One year of Lily being a part of Chris and Chris being a part of Lily. Chris wanted to make Lily feel special this night. He wanted to bring her so much pleasure that she would forget about everything else. He wanted to make Lily feel...
ToysIt has been a great cruise and you and your friend got so drunk last night you actually fell asleep in the same bed.(Mainly because you were too drunk to get in the top bunk) When you wake up (with a giant headache) you don't immediately open your eyes, because you like to listen to the sounds of the ocean. When you notice that the sounds are a lot louder than normal, but you just think it's your hangover.
LesbianIt was the next morning, in the semi-awake time, we snuggled over to each other and started kissing. It was one of those "I really liked last night" mornings. Hubby continued to enjoy my soft cuddly pajamas, a reminder of his first taste of my "inner child" the previous night. We resumed kissing and touching for a while - mostly with me on my back and him running his hands all over me. Eventually, we were awake enough that we wanted to do more. I wanted him to use the hairbrush on me. It...
Watching you from the shadows as you towel off, bending over to get your legs..mmmm damn your pussy looks so good. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. Can't wait til I have you tied up, running my hot wet tongue all over your tight little body. Scaring you with the blade of my knife, scaring you into submission. I watched you for a while today at Yoga, you didn't notice me. I also watched you while you were jogging, same time everyday almost like clock work..so predictable, so...
When Angel arrived at Red's Barn is was a lot less crowded than it had been on Saturday night. Mondays were not as busy. At least she could smoke in the bar, which was a welcome relief. The bar was owned by a man everyone called Red. He had been there Saturday night and he was there tonight. "Nice to see you again darlin'," Red smiled as he tipped an imaginary hat to her. "Thanks," Angel smiled at him warmly. Angel was feeling hungry and she ordered some chili cheese fries. Red's...
Hum sab jhansi city mai rhete hai mai jydatar ghumna bhut pasand karta hu frds ke sat or meri ek bhut pyar karne wali girlfriend mile hai god sabko aise pyar karne wali girlfriend de wo mujhe bhut pyar karti hai or meri har ichha bhi puri karti hai humri sexlife bhi bhut mast chalti hai uska figur hoga 34,30,34 ka mast maal hai hum aksar sex kiya karte hai mujhe uski massage karna bhi bhut pasand hai or boobs chusna na chut chatna bhi mere chut chatne use or bhi sex chad jata hai wo aksar meri...
Beautiful, that was what she called me. I knew I was a good looking guy but guys are not beautiful. I was not beautiful. I did understand that I was not handsome in the normal meaning of the word. I also knew most guys that looked like me were gay and those guys were gorgeous. I was gay. She was my best friend Jenn, a cute bundle of energy and my work station mate. We worked at a business law office with perhaps fifty others but as with most places like that we knew maybe nine and we were the...
Andrew arrived at the Headmistresses office a little after 12:00, summoned due to some incident in the girls’ toilets. The Head, Miss Taplow, tried to put him at his ease, but was a little taken aback by the girls’ school uniform of white blouse, an apparently quite well-filled visible white bra, a short black skirt and bare legs. Andrew sat down on the proffered chair, knees coyly pressed together, but leaning slightly forward to show a cheeky slice of cleavage, in an attempt to divert Miss...
It was one of those hot summer days that was great for the beach but not for school. I didn’t feel like sitting in a hot class room all day so I decided I was going to the beach instead. I got out of bed as usual and prepared for school, and as usual dawdled for a bit, more so today so I could to let my parents leave for work before I left to catch the school bus. After they’d left I put on my beach shorts, collected a couple of Porn Magazines I keep hidden in my room, packed them into my...
After Chad left, my first impulse was to rush down to David's room and partake of the forbidden fruit I had so longed for. I sat and thought for a long time. This was my big opportunity. Just a few doors down lay a chance to feel that intense sexual excitement again. Feelings that had been pent up for many months were now rising to the surface. I headed for the door with thoughts of David's young supple body pressing against mine. I opened the door and headed down the hall. I stopped at...
John kissed me with a hunger I didn't expect and his fingers roamed my flesh. He was claiming me. He gracefully lifted my leg, removing any space between us as our lower bodies molded into one. His chest fitted against my hard nipples, his hard cock tickled my wet pussy. Then he was lifting me in the air. I was wrapped around him with his hands gripped my ass. His mouth was driving me over the edge, and setting off every one of my senses.He easily walked me over to the bed. He laid me across it...
Group SexCherie DeVille is back at JJV for another round of hardcore anal with Manuel Ferrara. Cherie teases us with her tight, toned body in sexy pink lingerie with black stockings, she knows she’s getting a big dick today and can barely contain her excitement. She pulls out a double-ended dildo and DP’s herself, getting her holes nice and wet, ready to get pounded. Manuel shows up and helps toy her holes before Cherie drops to her knees and starts sucking on his massive cock. This is some...
xmoviesforyouIt was Friday night. The weekend. Most people were excited to have these golden days arrive, but they didn’t mean much to me. I had no plans – again. The weather was supposed to be fairly decent and I was thinking it might be a good time to work in the yard to prepare it for the upcoming summer. Sitting there in front of the television, I was staring mindlessly at the countless images that flashed in front of my eyes. Eventually I deciding it was too nice a night to be sitting inside so I...
Roommates Damon Dice, Eliza Ibarra, and Savannah Sixx see things get super sexy when the trio decides to play some games. Damon and Eliza start with pool as Damon tries to ignore his impulse to check Eliza out long enough to teach her how to play. It’s hard, because their attraction is definitely mutual. Soon enough, they’re spending more time with their eyes and hands on each other than on the game. They are interrupted by Savannah, who has been fantasizing about having sex with...
xmoviesforyouChapter 2Over at Studio 3, as he approached the hangar-like building which housed the sets of Dinastia, Pedro could hear fans of the show cheering. Every day a group of fans gathered outside the fenced off plot, in hopes for a chance to see their favorite stars. When Pedro got there, the fans were cheering Ana Clara Franca’s name.Ana Clara had been on the show for as long as Pedro could remember. She played Rafaela, the head of the Siqueira family, one of the main families on the show. The last...
InterracialMaurice was very pleased with himself. He recently received a promotion to regional sales manager along with a very nice raise at the Thompson Insurance Company, the company where he worked. He could hardly wait to tell Miriam, his lovely blonde wife of ten years. One of the VP's knocked on the door to his office. William Tyndall, the VP over the department came into Maurice' new office and closed the door. Mr. Tyndall casually sat on the edge of the new executive's desk. "Hello,...
Hi friends and my name is Sparsh and I am a lover of sexy stories main kayi stories read karne ke baad socha ki kyon na main apni story ko bhi aap sabhi friendo ke sath share kru and this is my true story and well firstly I explain myself and my name is sparsh from Gurgaon. I am a very smart boy 170 cm height, fair color and have a very pretty penis and now I am 18 years old mere life me ek rat aisa accident hua jo main kabhi socha bhi nhi tha and I have sexy mom dad, younger sister and me? My...
"I wonder if she knows?" the man sitting so still on the bench, his eyes firmly fixed upon the sight of the blonde laying on the grass, her knees drawn up to her chin as she read into the thick looking book.He wondered if she knew that she was revealing her white panties, if she knew that the panties on show fitting tightly, snugly, showing off her lips?Carol, at the age of 38 sat there on the grass, her knees drawn up. Over the top of the book, she could see the man on the bench, no...
MasturbationThis story starts on a cold winter night. My friend Jack was home to visit for the weekend. As always all the buddy’s got together to drink beer and reminisce. Most of us were married now, so the wives were along for the fun also. We all spent the night eating, drinking and talking. Around midnight most everyone left Bob’s to go home for the night. Leaving Bob, his wife, Jack, my wife Beth and myself. We sat around drinking some more when Jack suggested we start a game of strip poker. We all...
We did manage to kill an antelope. Actually, Bear did the killing. I was so out of practice with my atlatl and darts that I was lucky to get close to the animal with my cast. Nevertheless, it was still great fun to get outside and push my body to do the best it could. The antelope was large enough that we were able to divide it into three parts and give a portion to Fox. The idea was to let him know that he was still our friend and we were thinking of him, even though he was not actually with...
What does it do?These words were now embedded into Carrie’s memory. The words that had started the process that she had been unable to stop, and had changed her forever.?What does it do??Just four simple words. Carrie’s problem was that she really did want to know the answer, even though she had been warned that if she submitted herself to it, she would never be the same again. But she had not been told what would be different about her. Would she have listened had she known? Would she have...
Three months of preparation have gone by. His required personnel were in their positions. The rescued Tol survivors, as many as would go with him, were in fighters. His fleet now surrounded Earth. Three dreadnoughts, eight royal cruisers, seven battle cruisers, twenty light cruisers, fourteen battle ships, and well over one hundred frigates. It was as much as he could produce from Earth. In front of his fleet though stood the bulk of his navy. The Th'Arirax gladly gave up their life for him...
"Morning." Hope muttered, quietly, shuffling out of the kitchen with her hands clasped around a large cup of tea. "You're up early." Marcus observed, slowing his exercise to a halt when he realised he was being watched. "You don't look like you got much sleep, either." She observed, swiping a pile of hair out of her face as she curled up onto the sofa. "It wasn't a good night." He admitted, turning to put his equipment away. "You don't have to stop just because I'm here, you...
------------------------------------------------------------------------- The bell rang for lunch, finally. Mr Cartwinder's maths lessons were the worst of them all. I always struggled to pay attention to him as he droned on and on about algebraic equations and matrices and whatnot. It wasn't like I was a horrible student, I got pretty good marks, it's just Mr. Cartwinder was so damn boring. And old. He has grey hairs coming out of his ears and nose and it was disgusting. When he inspected...
After the events with Al Lombardi, and his murder, Sylvia needs to get out of Los Angeles as quickly and discreetly as she can. The L.A. mob guys know that Al never gave them the 450,000 dollars he was supposed to, but they don't know where it went. They are looking hard through all his contacts. Sylvia is staying with Gerald for the time being, with all the money in cash under her bed. She and Gerald both know this can't go on forever. after six months at Gerald's, things are starting to calm...
July 3, 2007 11: 20 a.m. Dear Diary, How things have changed in the past month. Original roommates were Amber, Melissa, and Carrie. Now it’s Wendi, Melissa, and Tammi. Who’s Tammi? Another nightmare to be. She’s my cousin Amber’s best friend. Melissa wasn’t interested anymore, she was riding one of our male coach’s stallion. I guess she preferred the pole and not the hole. Since Wendi came back, Tammi moved in, and Melissa wasn’t interested, my sex life committed suicide. So at night I just...
484 handing over the wife Over the next two weeks things became jumbled, Mya found herself in a flat above the clubhouse, well appointed, tidy but nothing like her own barn conversion, however there were some items not readily available at home, a St Andrews cross in the spare room being one, and its companion rack being another. Neither were used in the first week, Alex being quite satisfied with using her in his bed in every possible position in the karma sutra, at first he was a loving and...
Jenny was an extremely shy girl. She only had one friend at school. Her name was Megan. Now, one would wonder why Jenny was so very shy, so let me explain. She was a 15yo girl. Like all the other girls in class she had started her period already. Her hips had started its development giving her a very beautiful pear shaped body. The problem was, unlike the rest of the class she was a late bloomer. Her tits were so small they were virtually flat, barely registering as a mean nipple stand. She...
As it was already dark, and it was the middle of a forest, nobody wanted to stop. Even for a small girl. Finally a big truck stopped, and a big looking guy asked through an open window. --- "What's up kid?" --- "I'm lost, sir. I would like to get home." The man stopped the engine, and got outside. He was big, and quite fat. With a big beard and greasy stains all over his shirt. --- "A small little thing like you? Out here in the woods?" --- "Yeah. Some friends played a trick on...