Chatham Square free porn video

This is a FigCaption - special HTML5 tag for Image (like short description, you can remove it)

Chapter One

‘I should have brought a newspaper or a book or something.’

Nearly unpacked, having already survived her first class at the Savannah College of Art and Design in the old Barnard School building across the square, and feeling the itch to get back to her dolls, Ginny had eschewed the thought of fixing her own breakfast of burned toast and weak coffee this morning and ventured out onto the square to William’s Café at the corner at West Taylor.

The serious and mournful-looking young man two tables over had brought his book and hadn’t looked up once since Ginny sat down. There were just the two of them on the outdoor patio of the café, which was not unusual for this time of day.

Ginny was intrigued that he was reading a book on textile art, which was what she was teaching at the college on an interim assignment while she determined what she thought of Savannah as a more permanent home. He was nice-looking enough. Clean cut and his hair nicely trimmed—something Ginny had seen little of in her class the previous afternoon. As scruffy as all of her students were—at least the ones who showed up half awake—Ginny wondered how they could turn out fine art work. But she had been assured that they did. And as the class progressed and when it was over and she walked down the hallways of the old school building, with its walls plastered with examples of their work, Ginny decided that maybe this was the right decision after all—at least for the interim.

It had been an eerie coincidence. She had barely come to the conclusion that she simply couldn’t go on in Richmond, living in the Fan district and teaching the art of doll making at Virginia Commonwealth even for another month, when, on successive days, she’d received an offer to teach at SCAD for a term at least and notification that she had inherited her Aunt Marie’s co-op apartment on one of Savannah’s old squares. Ginny took it as an even clearer signal when she discovered that the building she’d be teaching in—Savannah’s famous school of art and design being housed in old buildings all over the sleepy preeminent southern city—was right on the same square where her aunt’s apartment was located. Chatham Square, one of the quietest, most picturesque, and charming of the squares mapped out for the original city plan.

The bequest had been a curious one. Ginny had known her aunt only through a series of letters exchanged over the years without the knowledge of Ginny’s mother, Marie’s sister. There had been some sort of falling out between the two sisters. But Marie had persisted in sending letters to Ginny on the sly until Ginny broke down and realized that she looked forward to the chat and worldly advice from the woman and opened up to her in writing—in ways that she didn’t open up even to her mother.

Marie had hidden her illness from Ginny over the past year—being more focused on Ginny’s own activities—only hinting at her condition by repeatedly suggesting that it would be nice if Ginny came down to Savannah to visit her sooner rather than later. In hindsight, considering what happened not long before Marie died, Ginny came to believe that she had been insensitive and self-centered in her relationship with her aunt. She hadn’t come—at least before Marie unexpectedly did die.

It wasn’t because of where Ginny lived or what she taught that had become oppressive to her. It was because of Lenny. Lenny had shared Richmond with her. Wherever she turned, a memory slipped back in of what she and Lenny had done here or there. What Lenny had said. How he had smiled at her—that ‘forever’ smile. That smile that now seemed so false and curdled her blood—blood that had run hot for Lenny. All too briefly, but all too painful now. Lenny had been her first love. She was told she’d get over it, but she didn’t think that was possible.

Her Aunt Marie hadn’t told her to just get over it, she had counseled that Ginny should get away—change her environment and her activity patterns and look for new, surer footing. And then, while to two were discussing plans for a visit by Ginny, Aunt Marie had died—and left Ginny her co-op apartment in Savannah, on Chatham Square, in what was one of the first cities in the New World to be designed for urban livability on paper before foundations were laid and paths cleared for roads.

Arriving in Savannah, Ginny had been pleasantly surprised. It was different from Richmond—sleepier, more southern, if it was possible to be more southern than Richmond. She had to admit, however, that Richmond was becoming northernized and urbanized at a fast pace—much faster a pace than she was seeing in Savannah. But in those differences, there also were similarities that made the transition easier for her. Old Savannah was of much the same cloth as the Fan district of Richmond where she had lived. And the art school. Well, creative students are a blessing no matter where they are found. And her work and her students truly were blessings for Ginny. She had no idea how she would have survived the loss of Lenny otherwise.

Whenever Ginny felt hurt or depressed, there were always her dolls. She could always begin making another doll. She could put all of her expression in her art.

What surprised her, though, were the people. Whenever she said she was moving down to Savannah, the first thing she would hear about was the graciousness and friendliness of the people of Savannah—and then they would mention the city’s squares and how restful and serene they were.

But thus far Ginny hadn’t seen any of the friendliness, except perhaps glimmers—no, to be fair, more than glimmers—of it at the college. She was trying to be fair. She hadn’t been here long enough to make sweeping judgments. But thus far graciousness and friendliness weren’t the first traits that came to mind concerning the people of Chatham Square—from the bag lady haunting the otherwise magical park in the square, taking up the best bench and humming her songs and rocking back and forth and not even looking up when greeted, to the man in one of the two hunkering Greek Revival piles glowering at each other across the square, one on the west and the other on the east, who gave nothing more than a curt, ‘Yes, it is,’ when Ginny had passed him the previous morning en route to the college and remarked on the beautiful morning.

Ginny had already fallen into gritting her teeth when coming back to her new home, a very nice two-bedroom, second-floor apartment with large, high-ceilinged rooms and large windows fronting the square on one side and a charming walled stone patio in the back that was shared by all. The apartment was one of several in a row of old townhouses lining the southern side of the square that one would take for separate single-family dwellings in passing. The co-op idea had sounded inviting when Ginny had been told of the apartment—but she already was learning the downside of that.

The first-floor apartment in her section of the townhouses was owned by a crotchety old man who Ginny had, thus far, principally experienced by the view of his bent back and a broad rear as he flounced back into his apartment from their shared foyer and slammed his door. Ginny had found several things that needed immediate attention when she had moved in—a leak in the roof tiles, plumbing that banged and balked, and a broken step on the stairs down to the street from the entry. And she had quickly learned that in a co-op arrangement, these had to be commonly addressed. But so far, Mr. Richards, on the first floor, snapped and retreated at any mention of a common solution to the problems—and the couple who owned the third floor apartment apparently weren’t even in residence. There was a smaller apartment in the English basement, but Ginny saw as she was moving in that it had a foreclosure sign on the door that dated back into the previous year.

And here, as cheery and inviting as William’s café had looked when she passed it on the way home f
rom the college the previous afternoon, it certainly wasn’t lifting her spirits now, despite the delicious, chicory-smelling coffee and the flakey croissants she found there. And she knew exactly why. The people here were pulling her down. There were only two of them besides Ginny at the outdoor café this morning—the young man who had his nose in the book and who was spoiling his handsome features with a perpetual frown and the waiter, who was even more glum than the book reader was. It wasn’t that he was inattentive, it was that he seemed to be miles and miles away.

And at this moment, Ginny wasn’t at all sure she had solved anything by moving miles and miles away herself—putting distance between herself and the memory of Lenny.

She was deep enough in thought going back to her apartment that she forgot about the broken step and almost tripped. Mr. Richards was standing inside his door when she entered the foyer—he always seemed to be there to see her come in even though he didn’t want to talk to her when she did.

‘I almost tripped on the stair again, Mr. Richards. We really must do something about that. And about the roof too—they say we’re expecting some heavy rains next week.’

‘Do what you want about it, young lady. I don’t have money for such as that. Your aunt, Marie, she never—’

‘I’m sure she didn’t, Mr. Richards. That’s why—’

‘Don’t need any of your sass, either, young lady. Savannah girls don’t—’

‘Oh, all right. I’ll call around for someone to start fixing them,’ Ginny said, exasperated and feeling the familiar dread of irritation and aloneness clutching at her. Richards said nothing—until Ginny had reached the fourth stair and couldn’t resist saying over her shoulder, ‘I’ll get the work done. But it’s a co-op. I’ll send you a bill for a third of the cost.’

‘I didn’t OK any billing,’ he muttered. ‘And there’s the basement apartment too. It’s not my fault that unit’s in foreclosure. I’m not liable for any more than a fourth of anything on this hall.’

Ginny heard Richards’s door slam right before she slammed hers. She felt foolish. He was just a grouchy old man. He probably felt as alone as she did. There was no evidence there was a Mrs. Richards, but the glimpses that Ginny had gotten of the living room of that unit around Mr. Richards’s retreating back showed definite signs of a woman’s taste and touch.

Ginny went into the second bedroom that she was using as a workroom and sat down to work on the latest doll she was making. Ginny didn’t make dolls for play, she made elaborate historical period dolls as art objects. Each one cost hundreds of dollars to make and hundreds more than that to own. It was her art, and she made good money at it. She also was good enough at it that she was widely sought as an art instructor and gallery exhibitor.

She was having trouble concentrating on the doll she was working on today, though. The isolation at the café and this little set-to with Mr. Richards had put her out of sorts. No, she realized, she already had been out of sorts. Now she was downright despondent. This was how she had felt when she had left Richmond. Her first two weeks in Savannah had been more uplifting, but now she was sinking fast back into what she knew would become clinical depression if she didn’t do something about it.

The letter was there on her work table. She’d read it a thousand times already. She reached out to take it up again, but then she jerked her hand back. She wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t let herself wallow in her grief and misfortunate—and her shame.

She had to get out of the house—into the sunshine or the shade or a pretty garden. It didn’t matter what. She just needed to try to do something she wasn’t now doing to lift her spirits.

Maybe if she made a lunch she could take out into the park in the square. A picnic. She decided it was worth a try. She’d take the doll and do some fancy embroidery on the gown it was wearing—or maybe fashion something regal to pin into the doll’s elaborate white powdered coiffure.

The bag lady was occupying the bench with the best mix of sunlight and shade when Ginny entered the park. This was no surprise, of course, but the woman didn’t make any gesture of moving enough to one side for Ginny to sit there too. So Ginny sat on a bench facing the woman.

Fed by a cry for human contact deep inside her, Ginny took half of the sandwich she had made and reached out over the pathway that separated the two women. ‘I’ve found my eyes were bigger than my stomach. I can’t eat all of this sandwich I just made. Would you like to have half?’

The woman stopped humming and rocking and looked up at the proffered sandwich and then into Ginny’s eyes. If Ginny had expected to receive some spark of contact, she was disappointed, because there was nothing but the look of indifference in the woman’s eyes. Ginny couldn’t determine her age. She could have been anywhere between fifty and seventy. She wasn’t dirty, but there was an air of unkemptness and ‘I don’t care’ about her, which Ginny thought was a shame, because the woman had a face that once must have been strikingly beautiful. There was no way of telling whether she was malnourished or obese, because she had wrapped herself in many layers of clothing. She no doubt was wearing everything she owned, Ginny thought.

The woman was surrounded by bits and pieces of what looked like cast-off and completely useless mismatched material. She held a pair of scissors, and the way she was wielding them as she cut away at the material scraps made Ginny wary.

Ginny heard the woman give a grunt, and when she looked up, she saw the woman shrug and gesture toward a piece of cardboard sitting on the bench beside her. Ginny shuffled over to the other side of the path and put the half of sandwich down on the cardboard and quickly retreated to her own bench, her eyes all the time on the flashing scissors.

Almost immediately a flock of birds descended on the pathway in front the old woman, and Ginny watched in irritation and surprise as the woman took up the sandwich and pinched away at it, tossing bits and pieces of the bread and meat to the dancing birds as she did so.

Of course Ginny felt insulted—and put in her place. She had meant it as a gesture of introduction, of friendship, not of pity and smug charity. But it had been taken wrong. She felt she had been done a wrong herself, but, equally, she wondered if it had been she who had gone beyond the bounds.

She just didn’t know anymore. Ever since she had received that letter—that letter from Lenny—she had been off kilter. Her whole world had gone awry and she had begun to question everything she did—why she did it. Were her motives good or self-centered?

Ginny was still struggling with this while she busied herself with what she brought to work on and tried not to look at the old woman, who had gone back to her mad stabbing at the scraps of material as the birds lost interest for the moment and flew back up into the trees overhead.

It was while Ginny was trying to avoid a confrontation that she noticed a little girl standing at the arm of her bench. She was a little black girl of seven or eight in a loose-fitting cotton dress, white—or once white—with tiny lilacs on it, and with tightly pulled cornrow pigtails.

‘Hello there. How are you?’ Ginny said with a smile, trying to cover up the snub she’d just received and show that she was ‘the nice one.’

‘Fine.’

Ginny recognized her as the daughter of a woman who lived in the basement apartment of the section of the co-op building just to the west of hers. The woman had been recommended to her as a cleaning lady by the realty company that had watched over her apartment while the inheritance papers went through and Ginny was able to take possession. The woman apparently cleaned several of the co-op apartments on the square and was a housemaid for the Armstrong Inn that also occupied a portion of the
square. There was no sign of a father that Ginny had seen as yet.

‘Would you like to have a cookie? I have more here than I can eat.’

‘No ma’am. Can’t. My mamma says I can’t.’

Yet another rebuff. But at least this time it was for a sensible parental protection reason. Ginny could see that the little girl very much would like to have one of the cookies and that there wouldn’t be any questions of the birds getting any of it if she had it.

‘It’s still in the package, honey. Sealed. I haven’t opened it. So, why don’t you just take it home with you and give it to your mother and ask her if it would be all right for you to eat it?’

‘Yes, ma’am. Thank you ma’am.’

Ginny saw signs of a slight curtsy as an obviously pleased little girl reached out a small, thin hand and delicately took the cookie package. Ginny was already on edge from earlier in the day and from the encounter she’d just had with the woman who was still sitting across the path now—and now showing more interest in Ginny and the little girl than she had shown to just Ginny, and Ginny felt herself trembling—on the point of both tears and a nervous giggle. She willed the little girl to turn and run off home, but the girl just stood there and looked at her, a mixed smile and quizzical look on her face.

‘What is it, dear? Do you want something else?’ Ginny asked. She felt the words clutch at her throat, though. She felt overwhelmed and full of regret for having come to the park.

‘Is that a doll?’

‘Yes, it’s a doll,’ Ginny said, the tension beginning to drain from her now. She was returning to sure footing.

‘What’s wrong with it?’

‘Nothing’s wrong with it. I’m still making it. I make dolls. See,’ Ginny said, as she lifted the doll. ‘It’s a queen doll.’

‘Why is the queen so sad?’

It was a simple question, but it shot through to Ginny’s very being like a bolt of lightning. She looked at the face of the doll, and indeed, it did look very sad indeed. How could this have happened? This wasn’t how she made her dolls. How could she have painted a sad face on the doll and not have known she was doing it?

‘She’s a queen who led a very sad life, dear.’ It was the best answer she could come up with on the spur of the moment. And that it was true quite probably wouldn’t be either here or there in the view of a child. It did seem to satisfy the little girl, though.

‘Do you make happy dolls too? I like happy dolls.’

Ginny started to answer, but both she and the little girl looked away, toward the line of row houses on the south side of the square as they heard a woman calling. It was the little girl’s mother. With a little apologetic smile, the girl turned and limped away.

It was then that Ginny noticed that the girl’s legs were malformed—well, at least that one of them was. It was turned outward so that the girl’s right foot was pointed at an outward angle rather than straight. She was trying to run to her mother, but she couldn’t manage more than an awkward lope and constantly had to correct her movement to remain in some semblance of a straight line.

‘Yes, of course I make happy dolls,’ Ginny murmured as she watched the little girl struggle down the park pathway, her voice choked by a tear that had appeared.

Ginny tore her gaze away from the departing figure of the little girl and looked across the pathway at the woman on the other bench—who now was looking at her sharply.

Was that a judgmental stare? A dare for Ginny to show some emotion, some misplaced sense of pity and charity?

Ginny didn’t wait around to find out. She gathered up her doll and what was left of her ruined lunch and hurried across the park in the wake of the little girl and back into her apartment.

She stopped inside the closed door of her apartment, her back plastered to the strong wood separating her from the world, to catch her breath. When she could breathe again, she headed straight for her workroom and scanned the shelves to examine her dolls—the pieces of work in various stages of completion—knowing now what she would find, what she didn’t want to see. Sad faces. Every face she had painted on every oblong object of porcelain or wood that represented a doll face in preparation bore a sad expression. These were all faces she’s painted since receiving the letter from Lenny.

Same as Chatham Square Videos

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

The Angel of Times Square

The Angel Of Times Square By Bluto I graduated from the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism in 1981 after nine months at the New York City campus. It was not my first visit to New York, but it was by far the longest time I've ever lived in Manhattan. A one school year master's program requires a lot of concentrated work and most of my time was spent in classes or choosing, researching and writing a thesis or practice reporting and more. However, in spite of all that I...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Town Square

Stefanie knew that stripping down to her underwear was not the brightest thing to do in a secluded wood, in the dead of night, but, hey, she did what she needed to do for art. She stepped up to the rock where she had trained two lights and her tripod-held camera set on time-delay. In between each click, telling her that the camera had taken a picture, she struck and held a pose with a katana a friend who was into swords and knives had leant her. Her poses were those of a warrior. In one, she...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 32
  • 0

Kelly Girl Chapter 15 Triangle Square

Copyright 1999, 2002, 2003 by Wanda Cunningham. There is no actual sex or transformation in this chapter, but I guess it should be rated R for context. So, nobody under 18 should read this, or whatever is the appropriate age in their community. This story deals with transgenderism in children and may be uncomfortable for some readers. Kelly Girl Chapter 15 "Triangle Square" By Wanda Cunningham "I need to go for a walk - or something," Kelly said. He stood near the edge of the glass...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

A meeting in the square

We are meeting in Federation square. You're wearing a dress that hugs your figure as you walk toward me. When you hug me I slide my hands down your body and squeeze your arse enough you make you jump a little and give me that little smile. I let you get ahead a little as we walk to a bar by the river and order drinks so I can admire your figure.We sit beside each other looking out over the river and talk about nothing, as you lean in closer I pick you up and put you in my lap. As we drink I run...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Parents Got Pissed on in Times Square

“They were in Times Square, for New Year’s Eve.” “Never understood that, celebrating New Year’s with all those strangers, standing in the cold, in a place so fucking crowded.” “And how did it happen?” “I don’t know ... He just said his parents got pissed on by somebody.” “I assume it was a man.” “You never know.” “It was so clotted with people that the pisser probably couldn’t reach a bathroom, was stupid drunk, I’d guess.” “It was New Year’s Eve...” “I wonder how it went down. Did the...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 42
  • 0

Tsquare

You are naked except for a slinky thong and high heels. Very high heels. You can barely walk in them. I have made you wear the thong to keep it inside you. You don't know what it is, except it's something. Is it a dildo? It vibrates... continuously. But there's another feeling too. Some kind of irritant has obviously been applied before I inserted it. You didn't notice it at first but the itch is maddening. You'd like to scratch it, but your hands are tied behind your back. You totter to...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Military DelightsChapter 24 The Square

Finally Charlotte was taken from the hated cage and put into an abaya. Quite a lot of the other women were also taken and they were all loaded on to a lorry and driven through the town. On arrival in the main square, Charlotte realised with horror that she was to be auctioned in public with the rest of the captives. It was over an hour in the hot sun that she waited and watched as woman after woman was rapidly sold. Then she was dragged to the rostrum herself, and stripped of her...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

The Girl From Soho Square

She wouldn't know, of course. No comprehension whatsoever of what was to come. Just a straightforward text message on her small red Nokia, as with all of her other instructions. 'Bloomsbury Crescent Hotel, Room 438. Full co-operation required. Overnight.'Had she shivered when she'd heard the phone's bleep? Looked up from the park bench, around the green London square in which Alexander made her wait for her orders, wondering if anyone realised? Or was she used to it, by now?Of course, the...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 59
  • 0

AsquaredBsquaredCsquared

Oval Office: Me: Madam President, how are you coming along at signing the bill that hit your desk this afternoon? You: I am a little reluctant to sign without fully understanding some of the boilerplate and technical jargon, yet I'm getting that oh so familiar itch. Me: That's highly inappropriate and besides, this desk has probably seen its fair share of christenings. Voters are looking forward to your speech you have been drafting up for tomorrow You: Well, maybe my chief of staff...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 34
  • 0

Honeymoon Squared

                       Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 01        I could not believe that I had been talked into letting my new bride's mother join us on our honeymoon. Having adjoining rooms really put a crimp in my plans for a nonstop orgy of sex and freakiness. However it might not have mattered since my brand new wife had developed cold feet when it came to delivering the pussy. All I had ever gotten from her were some average handjobs and a few chances to feel her up, but only above the...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Journey into Cuckoldry Four Square

The morning after Alice’s first ‘official’ Hotwife date dawned bright, sunny and cheerful, with bright sunlight streaming into the room and waking me – early as usual. For awhile, I lay awake on my back listening to the birds singing and my wife Alice’s slow, deep breathing as she slept ‘the sleep of the angels’ as my Grandmother used to say, alongside me. I smiled ironically when I thought just how far from angelic she had been the previous night, when my beautiful and increasingly sexy wife...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 61
  • 0

Journey into Cuckoldry Four Square

The morning after Alice’s first ‘official’ Hotwife date dawned bright, sunny and cheerful, with bright sunlight streaming into the room and waking me - early as usual. For awhile, I lay awake on my back listening to the birds singing and my wife Alice’s slow, deep breathing as she slept ‘the sleep of the angels’ as my Grandmother used to say, alongside me. I smiled ironically when I thought just how far from angelic she had been the previous night, when my beautiful and increasingly sexy wife...

Cuckold
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

Scollay Square

As I sit at the bar alone after a long day at work I survey the room while sipping on a whisky & lemonade (a habit I accumulated while traveling through England). A few guys approach me, we make small talk, but none of them are who I am looking for, so I dismiss them and continue looking around the bar. In a dark corner I see a tiny table with a guy sitting with his back to the wall casually drinking a beer. We lock eyes for a brief second, I smile coyly and look away. I turn my attention...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Cuckold squared

Daily life for my wife and me is tipical. Every so often she will get honry and go out on a week night for some side sex but usally we are just regular folks. I starting this whole cuckold life style years ago by telling my wife how I would like to see her fuck other guys. At first she thought I was just joking around. Then one night we had a few friends over for some drinking and swimming. Around midnight everyone started leaving , one of my buddys said he was in no shape to drive so I offered...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

Lessons in Honesty Squared

I watched quietly as he came to. He was obviously disoriented, and his mind wasn't functioning quite up to par. He grimaced in pain as he discovered his condition. He couldn't move well enough to see how bad it was, but he could definitely feel some pains and aches where there shouldn't be any. He tried to speak but discovered now that he couldn't. The ball gag in his mouth prevented that from happening. His eyes began to focus on me. Finally. He'd been out a bit longer than I'd...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 48
  • 0

Mommys little faggot

My formal training as a "pleasure sissy" started when I was around fiveyears old – as best as I can remember – under the loving guidance ofmy Mistress Mommy. She said my beauty was far to valuable to waste as aboy.Mistress Mommy doesn't have the equipment to be a "pleasure sissy," if youcatch my drift. But she WAS a "pleasure girl" for many years, and alsobegan her training at age five. Mistress Mommy knows the ropes very well.I sucked cocks during my first year of training, and I was eight...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 66
  • 0

My Best Friends Birthday Present

I'm Julianne, and about five years ago, I lost my parents in a tragic accident. They both died in a truck accident out on the bypass. It spun out of control, and unfortunately I just had my best friend to go to. I must have cried for about four days straight after their funerals. My best friend Adam was there for me in through thick and thin. He stayed with me every minute I was feeling horrible. He took care of me and worked, as I got to go to college. Now we're both twenty-four, and living in...

Straight Sex
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

How I Met My Wife

Stories about how guys met their wives make for some great fairy-tales of chance romantic encounters at the grocery store or of plotting and planning how to ask out the girl in the next office who caught their eye at a party. This is a story along those lines, well sort of. I had had just gotten out of the military and had scored a good job in New Orleans working for a photo studio. My boss John and I had gone out for drinks a couple of times. He loved to hear stories of the girls from all...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

The Most Erogenous Zone Part Five of Nine

Her clit, when I touched it, was hard and erect and she gasped as my finger slid over it. Her inner lips were puffy and yielding, her juices sluicing their slick, viscous invitation from her hot pussy as I parted them with my other fingers; she’d clearly been telling the truth about her arousal, not that I’d needed to touch her pussy to know. I’d been very surprised when Julia had called my teasing bluff, and now I couldn’t seem to stop myself.I passed my middle finger across her soft, ready...

Wife Lovers
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 36
  • 0

the story of Pornographic film

Early years: 19th centuryImages from early Austrian erotic movies (about 1906, first image showing Am Sklavenmarkt) by photographer Johann Schwarzer and his Saturn Film companySee also: History of erotic depictionsProduction of erotic films commenced almost immediately after the invention of the motion picture. Two of the earliest pioneers were Frenchmen Eugène Pirou and Albert Kirchner. Kirchner (under the name "Léar") directed the earliest surviving erotic film for Pirou. The 7-minute 1896...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 36
  • 0

How I Became Shalini

Hello this is Samar (name changed), I am a girl who’s trapped in a guy’s body. Even though I am Samar I always loved to be “Shalini”. My ass is better than a lot of girls, when my seductive lips touch the guys cock it would give him thrills. I am fair in color, curvy at the right places and always more than ready to be fucked. This is the story of an incident which happened 6 months ago. I was searching the web as always. I liked to dress up as a girl, finger myself pinch my nipples etc. I...

Gay Male
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

1 Stormy MondayChapter 9

Over the next few weeks, Julie came to wish she could be adopted by Raul, Barbara, Sammy and Bobby. She began to join Bobby and Sammy on their bus after school every day. She would spend her afternoons with them at one or the other's house, until it was time for her to go home to make sure her mother ate something. She came to spend most weekends with them as well, just hanging out or coming along to whatever activities Sammy and Bobby had going on. Julie felt like she'd stumbled through...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 49
  • 0

The Daughters Boyfriend

My daughter Lori is a sophomore in high school, basically the same age that Trina was when we first dated. Trina and Lori look more like sisters than mother and daughter. I got Trina pregnant the night of our senior prom, so she is only 19 years older than our daughter. However, Trina is fit and petite, just over 5 foot tall and a 100 pounds with a trim 34A-23-35 frame, causing her to look far younger than 34. A senior boy asked Lori to homecoming, and they have been dating for a couple months...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

First time cuckold

My wife was speaking with her friend Staci about hooking up with guys on the internet while her husband watched. After speaking with her friend on the phone, my wife pulled me into the bedroom and explained what Staci was up to, but not in a morally convicting way. She was explaining it to me sort of in a convincing way to get me on board with it. I asked her, “So what are you saying? You want to do something like this?” She said, “Honey, it’s only one time and if you don’t like it we can...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 32
  • 0

Dogging by the Dock

In the areas to the east of Salt Lake International Airport, there is an area called North Salt Lake. Primarily an industrial disrict, many of the business are empty, hollow shells of a time gone by. It was one of these places that I was told to arrive at 7 pm on cool summer night.I began my preparations around 3 pm and got a manicure and pedicure, painting my fingers and toes a deep, dark red. At 4 pm, I got waxed from the neck down. Then I went to a dear friend who is also a hair and...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Charlene part 2

A long, long time ago in a state far away… I had met this great girl, Charlene, over the summer. She was 5’3′, blonde hair and was very sexy. After the story in Part 1, Charlene and I were inseparable. I was enjoying her company on every level I thought possible but was soon to learn there were many more levels to come. After our time at the County Fair, we continue our oral feast every time we could. Charlene wanted more but I was too naive (or stupid) to notice the signs. Then came the...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 56
  • 0

How to Dress Your Wife

Your wife. She is the center of your life. She deserves to be fucked any time you want.. Under every outfit she should wear only stockings with a garter belt, thigh high stockings or crotchless pantyhose along with at least a three inch high heel pump, mary janes or ankle strap heel. NOTHING ELSE! She is much too sexy and feminine to even want to wear anything else. Choose the ocassion and dress her as you want her to be dressed.

Romance
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

amishis fantasy for a friend

This one night we had gone out for a girl’s night at a bar and Pamela drifted off mid night because she had been picked up by 3 guys. The next morning she told me all about her night, she had always fantasized about 3 guys at once. Although she couldn’t walk straight and said it was the best experience she had ever had but yet she said that the largest guy was only 5” which dint live up to her expectations. It was Pam’s birthday in a week and after she told me she was not fulfilled I knew...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

Coffee On The First Date

Hello, beautiful people! This is my second story even though it’s about a first date. I got an amazing response to my first story Do read it if you haven’t already and do try ice cubes on your partner if you haven’t already. Coming to the story now. I am at an executive level in a company in Delhi NCR. Being at this level, I get to travel a lot and get a very good exposure. I am average looking, have a little paunch as well. But I still get a decent amount of attention from the females because...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 19 Mark Gives The Experience Elsa and Cindy Try New Skills

Mark Brita asked if I would stay overnight with her, and I did. We cuddled together in her large bed, and in the middle of the night we made love again. We ate breakfast in the nude, and then I fucked her on her kitchen table. It was just the right height. After that we showered together. “Can you stay today? I have meetings this morning, but I’m pretty sure I can blow off the afternoon.” Brita asked. “I’ll make it happen. Does that include dinner and another sleepover?” I teased. She...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 70
  • 0

Sinas sperm games Part 1

Sina's sperm games - Part 1With trembling fingers she ran over the cool leather. It felt smooth. A good feeling, Sina decided and took a leggings size "S" from the pile.The young blonde quickly went to the menswear department of the store and squeezed herself into a changing room.She breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the small stool.She let her handbag sink to the floor, next to the stool, and began to take off her sandals.The high heels had a sinfully high heel and narrow straps of...

5 years ago
  • 0
  • 51
  • 0

THE SHOPLIFTER 52

At two forty five in the middle of the night my Mustang quietly drifted backward out of the driveway into the dark. I had somehow changed into shorts and a sweater. I was physically sick as I drove. Several times I thought I would have to stop and vomit. The streets were empty. Traffic lights were mostly blinking yellow. My head spun so badly I feared going off onto the sidewalk several times. Finally, I manage to get down to the hood. Here everything was wide awake. Bobby’s street was...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 42
  • 0

The Devils Pact Sidestory Leahs Reunion

Monday, September 30th, 2013—Rachel Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum The last three days had been the most stressful in my entire life. While Jacob and I had huddled in the the bolthole—a decommissioned missile silo our Gods bought in the middle of nowhere, Kansas—our wife had been fighting for her very life. That bastard, Brandon Fitzsimmons, had attacked Mark and Leah had been chauffeuring him. We were helpless, trapped before the TV looking for sign that Leah even still lived, praying desperately that...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 33
  • 0

Jerry Jerry Quite Contrary

Jerry Jackson was a nerd. But the lad wasn’t always called that; in grade school the boys called him a ‘ Mama’s boy’, in the Boy Scouts he was called a sissy and in high school he was usually referred to as a wimp. At age 17, Jerry graduated from Chicago’s Smyth’s High as the school’s brightest student in its 160 year history. He had achieved what no other Valedictorian had: straight A’s or 100% marks in every course entered from Kindergarten to his senior year. Jerry accomplished this by dint...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Mrs Maxwell

This work of fiction is being offered to Fictionmania and Crystal's only and may not be used by any other site without the author's approval Mrs. Maxwell By DeeDee Pauca [email protected] One of the neat things about our neighborhood is that there's very little traffic. We're kind of a secluded section in the small town of Grayson - nice homes on big lots with hundreds of trees. And the lack of traffic means you can ride your bicycle right down the middle of the street...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 47
  • 0

Check Yes or NoChapter 10

True to her word, as soon as they had returned from breakfast, they were all over each other again. They made love once more, then lay in each other's arms. Jacob loved exploring every inch of her body. She took her time with him, too. After another quick shower, they dressed and went out for lunch at a local sandwich shop. Then they went back to the room. He felt like he was 19 again with stamina to spare. Only now he knew so much more than he did fourteen years ago. Ann Marie was...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Tart of Gold

I heard footsteps behind me, running. I turned to look and was grabbed. A hand came round and clamped over my mouth, the other one circled my waist. He must have been hiding behind a bush in one of the front gardens.I wriggled and struggled, but the arm round my waist was just too tight, but I had one arm almost free. I remembered a few self-defence lessons I’d learnt and I knew I should use my free arm to try to startle and wind him. I dug the heel of my hand into his ribs with all my...

Mature
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 50
  • 0

Thursdays ChildChapter 6

Mary came down and joined Steven and Becca in the kitchen before dinner. She was still red-eyed and not her usual self but she made an effort. Becca surreptitiously squeezed her hand at one stage and received a warm smile. Steven made no reference to what had happened and Mary was grateful. "I wonder when I'm going to hear from Rita about whether Brain Bros. have got a van we could have. It's not urgent but I'd like to have a second one by the time people start to come out of hibernation...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 34
  • 0

Excuse Me what Exactly did my Husbad Do part 1 of 3

Hi everyone, apparently its been a while since I put up a story. So here is one. Its actually older, I wrote it during the ice storm of 2008 when I had a lap top with no internet connection, lol... Just unburied it. Edited it, and now posting it. This is part 1 of 3... Also, stay tuned, big announcement in about 4 weeks at mistressdyvia.com Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 29
  • 0

Ramya Aunty Tho Dengulata

Hi guys, myself Arief.I am a regular reader of this ISS. And I am a big fan of incest stories. I love these incest stories.So coming to myself. I have not done that till recently with my lovely Ramya. I lost my virginity to my Ramya aunty. I started to watch blue films from my teenage. I used to tell my parents that I am going for studies and used to go to my friends house at 5 in the morning and watch blue films. Since then I need to do sex but have not got a chance. I will come to the sex...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 39
  • 0

Lucy Bruce Janie and me Part 6

This installment of the saga follows on from the episodes linked here:http://xhamster.com/user/dlcalguy/posts/456820.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/dlcalguy/posts/456821.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/dlcalguy/posts/457113.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/dlcalguy/posts/456828.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/dlcalguy/posts/456829.htmlCategories.... This story has anal, first time, blow jobs, gay male, lesbian, crossdressing, voyeurism, taboo. Pick your poison.Lucy had been masturbating while she watched...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Wyoming Trucking Family Man

Family Man They were taking a little Convoy as a family, Tim, Missy, Jill and BJ had planned it all out while the kids were still in school. A new observatory was being built at the end of a Freeway Spur and he'd gotten them the delivery contract for the four week period between Thanksgiving and Christmas, but they were leaving the week before Thanksgiving. And he was happy to see that both Night Wolf and Darlene's little family had joined them. He had it all planned out, each...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 43
  • 0

OyeLoca Anya Krey Noche De Sexo

Anya Krey was doing a favor for her roommate by letting her boyfriend stay at the apartment for a few nights. She thought he was pretty hot so instead ofhim sleep on the couch she set up a makeshift bed for him in her room. During the night Anya started to dream about this hunk and started playing with herself in her sleep. She let out a loud moan and woke the guy up causing him to see her in that compromising position. As he arose from his bed, Anya crawled over to his cock and began to suck....

xmoviesforyou
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

a walk in the park pt 1

A Walk in the ParkMy name is Hannah Jensen and I'm a happily married woman. Very happilymarried. I'm thirty-one years old, have a 13 month old daughter named Sarah,and a wonderful husband, Jim, who's a CPA. We've been married for sixyears and it's been wonderful. Jim is the classic `tall, dark and handsome'man that every girl dreams about.Don't get me wrong, we've had our problems, but for the most part it'sbeen wonderfulThe only rough stretch came during the first six months after...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 40
  • 0

I Was My Sisters Sex SlaveChapter 9

Joe settled in and did a very good job as the shaver. The girls liked him, and a few even propositioned him for after-hours sex. It was obvious that they were trying to avoid paying the $225 fee for a fuck, but Joe was smart enough to refuse the tempting offers. Sue had anticipated that was going to happen, so she had warned Joe that he would lose his job if he gave in to a girl on this offer. Joe could see the great advantage of his job and how much money he would have given to him when he...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 48
  • 0

Story i have Been tinkering with

Last light was about to go out in the big indoor sportshall, being the last girl from the team to leave the arena nora wondered briefly why her hands where sticky, quickly coming to herself and realising that she still had a bit of wax stuck to her fingers.Making way through the door, a few lights were still on in the locker room when she entered, the damp air wafting towards her as she closes in on the benches and the doorway to the showers.Undressing slowly she could feel how the struggle...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

College Sex Chronicles Sister Hazing

The sorority told Jenny from the beginning that they didn't want her, but it only made Jenny work even harder to become one of them. When Jenny was told she couldn't do something, it only made her more determined to do it. They gave her fair warning -- should she become a sister, she would have to give everything to the sorority: Heart, soul, time, money... Everything. If she dared to proceed with pledging to Omega Chi Gamma, she'd have to be prepared to accept all of the sorority's...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 39
  • 0

my 2019 Dr Appointment

My Dr visit 2019I know they all start out the same because that's how Dr. offices seem to do it sorry!Like the previous years I had my annual Dr. appointment and since now both the nurse and the Dr. know I'm a feminine male (the male term I use very loosely:) I really don't have to hide the fact and as before my recent visit certainly validates that. I showed up wearing cute green girls shorts and cute lacy panties underneath, topped off with a somewhat feminine blouse that did not really...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Movie Theatre Meeting Part 2

By the time I left home for work the next morning I had decided that I wasn’t going to meet Wayne, the name on the business card given me by the man at the theatre the previous afternoon. The excitement generated by our chance encounter in the movie theatre which had led me to fuck my wife three times the previous night had waned by the time I left for work, but by midday I was not only feeling horny again, but also curious, a sometimes dangerous circumstance. The address on the card was in one...

Bisexual
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Coming MotherChapter 7

Dressed as scantily as possible, Shellie entered the small town on the bank of the river. Her shorts were tight and high on her very long, slender thighs, with part of her ass showing. The crotch molded and outlined the sugary slit of her cunt, and her T- shirt clung to her firm tits deliciously, the color of her nipples showing through. Jay wore his cut-offs, and Shellie had warned him to make sure the head of his cock wouldn't stick out. "I don't mind your cock showing," she had told...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 47
  • 0

Cursed Objects

Cassie, Cara, and Katie were three bored eighteen year old girls on their Fall Break from school. They were so bored that they decided to explore the town's "haunted house". They had been fooling around in the dilapidated structure for an hour or so, when they found an antique roll top desk. It was locked, but they forced it open, figuring no one would mind since the house was deserted. The only things inside were a note and a jewelry box. Katie grabbed the note while Cara and Cassie argued...

Fantasy
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

THE HOUSE GUEST

She was visiting a cousin and her husband that she had not seen since the cousin was a c***d. They were treating her very special and had done some site-seeing today in this foreign country. They even ended up at the beach. Her cousin wore a skimpy bikini showing off her sexy curves and the hubby a scant speedo which outlined his massive cock. He kept watching her to see if she was looking at his cock which was barely covered. Another man on the beach was wearing a thong that covered only his...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 44
  • 0

BlacksOnBlondes Barbie Sins 12112018

Barbie Sins is one hot slut. She also loves knowing you’re jerking your dick while she takes another black man into her bedroom. So Barbie’s about to coax you into pulling out your dick to give you some “JOE” (jack off encouragement) right before her man enters the room. And this is no ordinary man. Not one bit. His name is Mandingo, and if you don’t know him by now, you’re about to! He’s got what is arguably the biggest cock today, and how in the world...

xmoviesforyou
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

MomIsHorny Rachael Cavalli Super Cock

Johnny was enjoying an afternoon of reading his favorite comic books, when suddenly he had an idea. Becoming a super hero could be easy. All he needed was the costume and cool power. Remembering that he had a massive cock, he decides to create ‘SUPER COCK!’ the new hero to save all the horny milfs of the world. He quickly got to work creating a costume and having some fun around the house with his super cock out. His stepmom gets home and catches him. He made a mess, and ruined her...

xmoviesforyou
5 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Great Tribal Incest Saga 8211 Part 3

Queen Sujata tired of great sex with her son/hubby King Adil, desperately needed air. But her son who had fucked her like a man was lying on top of his mother’s erotic body like he owned the most beautiful thing in the world. Sujata was really happy about the virility of her son. But deep down she was guilty that she was fucked by her own son. Sujata excused herself and turned over, her back facing her son Adil. King Adil was still horny. He moved close to his mother on the bed throwing his...

Incest
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 54
  • 0

The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriess6e11 Janine Saunders 18

Series 6, Episode 11 – Janine Saunders (18), from Birmingham We fade in on a nice townhouse in a nice neighbourhood – then we cut to inside the house and see our hostess – Charley – sitting at her desk, a large computer editing suite laid out infront of her (big computer, multiple screens, etc.) She appears to be editing an episode of ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’ as we watch, although there’s nothing sexual on screen at the moment, just a young couple walking a large Alsatian. Charley turns...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 56
  • 0

A MayDecember Romance

Doris and Grace had not crossed paths, expect for telephone and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. That said, as sisters, they remained close; it had been that way since their earliest c***dhood days in England. The two women had both 'married well' and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Doris in Los Angeles; Grace in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Doris's marriage had ended in divorce...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 32
  • 0

FantasyMassage Megan Winters Shower Pressure

Megan Winters comes in to the massage parlor, glistening with sweat and still wearing her ear buds. She’s slightly out of breath as she approaches the reception desk, and pulls the ear buds out of her ears when masseur Jake Adams starts trying to talk to her. Sorry, she says, she just jogged all the way here. He asks if Megan is ready for her massage, and she says yes but then touches the sweat all over her arms and asks if she could take a shower first before he touches her. He says...

xmoviesforyou

Porn Trends