Wanting What I Can t Have Chapter 4
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Pete Hascomb sat in the waiting room of the Huntington memorial hospital in South Pasadena California. He looked down at his hands, tracing the soft contours of his thin fingers and small knuckles. Every day now, his muscles seemed to shrink. The toes of his left foot had slowly knotted into fragile pink nubs since he became bound to a wheelchair.
His father, Jeff, had bought Pete a new Wizard brand wheelchair made of lightweight plastic that cost eighty thousand dollars and came with a lifetime warranty. Jeff had told Pete the chair was worth it. In the end, buying the Wizard saved money.
For Pete, those words had felt like a death sentence. Before the shock of loosing control of his legs could settle, Pete’s father inadvertently had squashed Pete’s hope of recovering. But somehow Pete had smirked when he switched the cheap hospital wheelchair for the expensive new one his father bought him. Since then, Pete had seen similar styles of wheelchairs on channels like ESPN or FOXSPORTS. Guys like Frank Weeler (Pete thought Frank’s last name was a pseudonym) or Terry Richards were a couple names Pete wouldn’t have recognized a few months ago, but who were suddenly role models.
It was November 2063. Pete knew the date well because three weeks ago he had turned sixteen, but it had been the saddest birthday of his life. He had been bound to a wheelchair for three months, and his doctor, Dr. Wharton, had told Pete one morning when Pete had felt too sick to get out of bed, that he had Hyper Poliomyelitis or Hyper Polio. ‘Hyper Polio?’ Pete remembered repeating. He remembered the fear that had over taken him by that strange new word, which carried the intonation of forever loosing something dear and irreplaceable. Like that, Pete’s entire life had warped into something foreign like a character in one of the comic books he often read. But this was real, and so was the wheelchair he now sat on, waiting patiently for his parents to return.
Right now, they were someplace upstairs discussing Dr. Wharton’s latest batch of tests and graphs. Pete didn’t know why grownups made such a big deal over graph and test results if all those expensive pieces of paper couldn’t help him walk again. Dr. Wharton might as well take Pete’s medical history folder and hide it in some rusty file cabinet in the hospital’s basement under ‘H’ for hopeless.
Pete didn’t care whether he had to undergo any number of painful operations to regain his legs, he just wanted to walk again for God’s sake! He missed running and playing with Toby, his long time friend.
Recently, before the accident, Pete had gone through a growth spurt. His Basketball skills had expanded alongside other children who had reached that level of youth where energy grows more potent with use. Some nights, he had imagined making a slam dunk for his high school basketball team. On a good night, the shot was for the school championship trophy, and the audience’s cheer was almost loud enough to shake Pete in his bed.
But Pete didn’t have those fantasies anymore. He no longer saw himself making that slam dunk. Even at night when he could summon enough power to fantasize, Pete still saw himself wheeling around in the Wizard – even his dreams crippled.
At the moment, his friend, Toby, was probably practicing his jump shot with the guys from school. Damn! Pete thought, and pounded the control box near his right hand, causing the chair to jerk forward, sending his shin into the coffee table.
‘Oww!’
The table’s edge had slammed into the soft cartilage along the ridge of bone that transferred a sharp rebounding pain between knee and foot. An increasing heat thumped along his leg like a little heart beat palpitating fresh pain.
‘God damn, crippled legs!’
Don’t be so negative, tuff guy, his father would say. At least you’re alive. But Pete didn’t consider himself lucky. Being lucky involved winning a bet or beating Toby at basketball ten times in a row. Being lucky was finding five dollars when you forgot your lunch card at home, and you were starving. But being in a wheelchair was definitely not lucky. So it was hard not to let the ugly emotions swimming inside his head like great white sharks to tear him apart.
‘Hey, tuff guy.’ Pete’s father, Jeff, said. He stood in the open doorway of the waiting room looking down at his son.
‘Hi, Dad. What did Dr. Wharton say?’
‘Nothing new.’ Jeff’s eyes stared at the coffee table.
Sarah pushed her husband into the room, ‘Hi, sweetie.’ She walked up to Pete and hugged him fiercely around the neck. ‘I bet you’re hungry. How does pizza sound?’
What did the doctor say? Pete wanted to ask again, but he stopped to gauge his parent’s bright smiles. Even Dr. Wharton, who had just entered the room, had a wide goofy grin taking up half his face. ‘How’s the Wizard?’ he asked. ‘Have you won any races yet?’
Pete smiled at the thought of winning a race. ‘No, not yet.’
‘Tell me when you enter your first competition. I’ll hold a cold cup of Gatorade for you at the finish line.’
‘Come on,’ Jeff said, waving Pete over to the door.
Everyone smiled as wide as they could. It meant something bad, but Pete moved the control box forward, and the wheelchair silently eased around the table piled with issues of Newsweek and People magazine then went through the door his father held open. It was the final pat on the head that said something was rotten – that doom loomed near. But never once did any of their smiles waver.
‘Your father took the day off,’ said Sarah, ‘So whatever you want to do is doable.’
‘Wow,’ Dr. Wharton said. ‘I could go for one of those. I almost can’t remember the last time I had a day all to myself. Hey, Pete.’
Pete turned, raised his brow.
‘Make your dad open his wallet, huh?’
Pete smiled then said, ‘The money might have turned to dust by now.’
Everyone laughed. Dr. Wharton stood next to the conference room door and watched the Hascomb family sail down the white hallway toward the elevator.
Sarah asked, ‘So what’s it going to be? What do you want to do?’
Pete caressed his chin and narrowed his eyes. He was happy just leaving the hospital, but knew he should take advantage of his family being together.
It wasn’t everyday his father could get a day off from work. Jeff was a computer engineer working for the Government, and had to be at his job most of the day because he was in control of the Sync Project. But Jeff always told Pete that the most difficult part of his job was getting his team to cooperate with each other. Like he was surrounded by idiot savants who could program a pop tart to blow up a small country, but couldn’t sharpen a pencil without a democratic vote. That’s how his dad had put it. And Pete believed every word because his dad was smart. He could calculate everything and anything like a child working out 2 + 2.
Not long ago before the accident, when Jeff was taking Pete to school, Pete thought he would test his dad with one of his homework math questions. It was one of those toughies with the one train leaving this station at this hour and another train leaving that station at that hour. Traffic was heavy, people honked their horns and kids ran through the middle of the street instead of using the corner traffic light like they were supposed to. But Jeff offered the correct answer a few seconds after Pete read the question from his math book. Only after checking the back of his book did Pete realize his father was right. That’s how smart his dad was, and that was why the phone at Jeff’s hip always ringed. And so Pete would definitely take advantage of the time they had together. That’s why it was important to pick the right activity.
‘Do you want to go to Magic Mountain?’ Jeff asked as they stood waiting for the doors to open.
No, definitely not. Pete’s dad hated Magic Mountain. The only reason Jeff had asked was because h
e knew Pete liked to go. True, they all could skip to the head of a line because Pete was handicapped, and they could also ride as many as four times consecutively on any rollercoaster, But, no. Pete wanted to do something the whole family could enjoy. ‘Mmm, nah.’
‘Whatever you want.’ Jeff reminded.
Pete offered his dad a tense look before resuming his ponderance. This was a lot harder than it should be. ‘Mmm, how ’bout we start off with the Comic Factory?’
‘Good idea. We’ll go there,’ said Jeff.
‘Oh, I like that Indiana Jones girl comic,’ Sarah said.
‘Tomb Raider.’ Both Pete and Jeff said in unison. There was a smirk of indignation on Jeff’s face as if to say, Even I knew that one.
‘Ok, boys. Call off your dogs. Tomb Raider. I think she’s a cute heroine.’
Pete stifled a grimace.
The elevator door, pinged. Pete moved the control box and the wheelchair maneuvered in front of a couple of patients with ease. Only in a hospital could a crippled sixteen-year-old boy stroll around in a wheelchair without people looking on in horror and pity. The patients didn’t even glance, and Pete was grateful.
The first floor button was already highlighted so they waited until the doors softly shut. As the elevator passed the second floor there came a dull ring, but it hadn’t been from the elevator.
Jeff looked down at his hip where his phone was planted. No matter what he wore, whether jogging pants or summer shorts the phone was a constant accessory. And worst of all, it had the power to destroy family outings.
Pete gauged his father’s expression from the corner of his eye, as the elevator passed the second level. Sarah also tried to sneak a look to watch what Jeff would do.
Someone in the back corner of the elevator coughed loudly in a way that said, Either turn it off or answer the stupid thing!
After the sixth ring, the phone stopped ringing. Everyone either sighed or made a general sound of relief, especially Pete. The Comic Factory seemed like an especially good idea at the moment. If only there was some way to get the phone away from his father’s hip, then the day could go on without worry.
The elevator doors opened and everyone spilled out onto the first floor. Sarah instinctively went for the back of the wheelchair to push it, but Pete jerked forward, and she paused as if just remembering his new wheelchair was motorized.
An abundance of people stood about or sat thoughtfully in the Hospital’s front lobby. Some wore makeshift bandages over arms and legs. Dark blood colored a white T-shirt a man held over his right shoulder. His face was sweaty as he explained something to a family member sitting right beside him.
‘Oh, my God,’ Sarah said, looking at the man with the bloody shirt. ‘Poor guy, wonder what happened to him?’
Pete looked on as he exited the automated front doors. Outside, two taxis idled at the curb as injured and sick people moved toward or away from the hospital.
‘I think I should go and get the van. Why don’t you two wait here?’ asked Jeff.
Sarah and Pete stopped near a bench so Sarah could sit while Jeff went to get the van. A number of trees provided shade while they waited. Pete let out a yawn and blinked his tired eyes, he was always tired.
‘Sleepy?’ Sarah brushed Pete’s hair away from his forehead and smiled as she had done in the conference room.
‘Mom?’
‘Yeah, honey?’
‘What did the doctor say?’ Pete stiffened his gaze so as to detect any false gestures she might offer. But before She answered, she turned away for a moment then turned back with a serene expression and said, ‘Nothing a few more doctor visits can’t cure.’
‘A few?’ Pete had been going to the doctor on and off for the last few months, and now he was in a wheelchair. ‘They can cure me then?’ he asked with a tinge of hope mixed with desperation.
‘Well, Pete, it might not be as simple as that. First, Dr. Wharton has to stop the sickness from spreading then he can move onto a cure.’
Mom, why are your eyes watery? What aren’t you telling me? ‘Oh.’ Pete looked away because he couldn’t help biting his lip.
‘But hey, hey.’ Sarah pulled Pete’s face so he was facing her. ‘That’s the doctor’s concern. Your concern is to keep your father from answering his phone so we can actually have some fun today, alright?’
‘Why doesn’t he just turn it off?’ Pete moped.
Sarah blinked against the vacant expression that wanted to take hold and said, ‘Because your father is a very important man. And right now, they need him at work. Things are at a critical moment.’
‘Things are always at a critical moment. Will he get in trouble if he doesn’t answer?’
‘I don’t know if it’s as easy as that. This project is kind of like your father’s pet. And right now his pet needs him very much.’
Pete squinted, looked down at his thinning legs and said, ‘I wish I could put Fido to sleep.’
Sarah laughed. ‘How do you think I feel?’ She furtively wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. ‘But it’s his job that pays the bills, and paid for this nice wheelchair you’ve been speeding on.’
Pete smiled, it was genuine this time. ‘I’m trying to learn how to peel out, but I don’t think it has enough juice.’
Sarah laughed. ‘That sounds like your father’s department.’
‘Yeah,’ Pete said, keeping an eye out for the minivan.
They both waited, and after ten minutes, a minivan pulled to the green patient-pickup-curb. Jeff waived and pointed at his watch, as if they were behind schedule.
‘Oh, silly.’ Sarah said as she made to grab the handles of the wheelchair, but once again, Pete jerked forward.
‘Come on. Before the next century.’ Jeff hollered from the open passenger window. The side cab-door slid open, and a metallic lift stretched from the floor inside the van onto the curb of the sidewalk. Pete had to listen carefully to hear the lift’s motor, but it hardly made any noise at all.
‘You got it?’ Jeff asked.
‘Yeah, I’m ok. No need to help.’ Pete got the chair into position then the lift did the rest. A magnet locked onto a metal plate under the wheelchair tight enough to hold over a thousand pounds of pressure. The chair rose then settled into the van, but the magnet held in place. There was no need to change seats because the lift was just as secure, and the Wizard came equipped with its own seatbelt – everything was legal – everything government approved. ‘I’m locked.’
‘Ok.’ Jeff said. The van pulled away from the curb then drove down the long driveway, and then moved onto the street.
Somewhere along the ride, Pete asked, ‘Dad?’
‘Yeah?’
‘Mom and I think you should turn off your phone.’ Halfway through the sentence, Pete made it sound like a joke, as if his dad need only laugh and not answer.
Jeff looked at the rearview and did just that, laughed, but his smile crinkled with embarrassment. The smile turned into a sturdy frown before he said, ‘I never told either of you this, but I guess I should confess since I receive certain scowls whenever this phone rings.’ As if preparing to admit a dark secret, Jeff took a breath then continued. ‘I signed a contract two years ago, promising I’d be available to the Sync project at all times of the day.’
‘A contract?’ Sarah asked.
‘I didn’t really want to, but…management has its way of offhandedly threatening people who don’t cooperate.’
Pete tried to keep his mouth from hanging open. This was the first time his father had ever said anything negative about the project. He also noticed his mother looked shocked, her left hand squeezed the side of the leather seat as she listened attentively.
‘Of course, I signed the paper,’ said Jeff.
A deep silence pervaded the van to which Pete broke, ‘I didn’t really mean for you to get rid of your phone, dad.’
‘That’s ok because the good
news is that the project won’t last longer than a few more years.’ A mixture of sadness and triumph passed his face.
Another belt of silence stretched until Sarah asked, ‘Why are they ending the project?’
‘It won’t be for another few years, but I think it’ll be more like two and a half, nobody can be sure.’ Jeff thought for a second then added, ‘The work will be finished.’
When nobody said anything, Jeff exclaimed, ‘People, that’s a good thing!’
Pete and Sarah smiled as if on cue.
‘Really?’ Pete asked. ‘Are you sad?’
Jeff took a moment to say, ‘No, It’s finally coming to an end. Most of the mainframe is built. It can run without fault, and we’ve tested a thousand trial programs.’ In a more interested tone, Jeff added, ‘We’ve tested a few people too.’ And then with a more pained hesitation, ‘I’ve…tried it…too.’
Sarah turned, lowering her head like a bull toward its matador. ‘You’ve what? Why haven’t you told me about this? That’s not your job, Jeff. That’s not what you’re paid for.’
Pete felt excited to see his mother’s love for his father and because his father was brave enough to do something considerably reckless.
‘Believe me, I didn’t do anything dangerous.’
‘I know what you do. Don’t tell me those head experiments aren’t dangerous. Computers running your brain is what it is.’
‘It’s the future, honey. Soon, people all over the world will meet together in a utopian world to discuss politics and religion without the need to understand each other’s language. It’s amazing!’
‘I know, I know. Criminals won’t be able to lie. Drug dealers won’t be able to hide their connections. Yes, yes, but its still dangerous and even a little…weird.’
Pete’s head turned between his father and mother as they argued.
‘It’s not very risky business. There are safety mechanisms, a dozen of them. There’s the master override.’
‘What did you do, dad! When you were in there? Did it look real? Did it feel real?’
Sarah suddenly stood quiet, as if she too was interested to know what it was like when a machine synced with a human mind.
Jeff smiled, lingering in their curiosity before divulging his answer, ‘I swam in the ocean.’
‘Swam in the ocean? What for?’ Sarah asked.
Jeff shook his head, as if they could never understand the overwhelming joy of his ineffable memory. ‘I was moving as fast as a torpedo.’
‘What!’ Sarah gasped.
‘Wow! A torpedo, dad? Did you shoot out of the water or something because that’s what I would have done?’
‘Of course,’ Jeff answered smugly.
‘Wow!’ Pete jumped in his chair. His illness withered under the importance of this new achievement. Sync will change the world!
‘What do you mean, you flew?’ Sarah asked.
‘Oh, look. We’re here.’ Jeff stopped in front of the Comic Factory. The name was written in large cartoonish letters while some of the customers leaving and entering looked like cartoons themselves with hair expanded wider then their heads, bodies looked out of proportion because the recent style blended two sizes of the same garment together so that a shirt had one baggy long sleeve while the other was short and regular. The pants were the same fashion except the baggy side corresponded to the regular side of the shirt so that the look was unified – in theory.
Pete didn’t dress like a lot of the other kids. His pants and shirt were normal for his size. The only accessory he wore was an eight hundred dollar watch he had received for his birthday.
Jeff and Sarah watched the lift port their son onto the sidewalk. ‘Dad! A torpedo?’
‘Torpedo?’ Jeff mimicked and scratched his head.
‘Don’t be mean. Tell the boy. I’m even curious,’ said Sarah.
‘Oh, that torpedo.’ He said. Then his eyes changed as if recalling a far off yet memorable experience of lost youth. ‘I was swimming along in the water, shooting, I should say because I didn’t have to paddle. I was propelled like a speed boat, and while I moved, I could see whales and sharks swimming underneath me.’ Jeff took a deep breath, as the lift retracted and the door slid shut.
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Tonight my girlfriend and I have plans to go to a nice restaurant for her birthday. I don't usually do the whole romance thing, but I thought that this would be surprising to her, and she means the world to me, so I'd do anything for her. I was getting ready in the bathroom and glanced down at my half opened drawer. I grabbed a couple condoms out of the unopened box, hoping that tonight would be the night. I knew it'd be her first time because we've definitely talked about it before, and she...
I spent the next month at Morgana's Manse in the secret library that despite having been living there previously for twenty years during my apprenticeship I hadn't even guessed at its existence. I think Morgana hides it in a pocket dimension and the door is only visible to those she wants it to be seen by. Mind you until I started advanced magic I wasn't even aware of pocket dimensions despite the fact that Morgana used them constantly around me to produce objects from seemingly thin air....
June 19, 1992, Iron Mountain, Michigan “I’ll go to the grocery store,” I said after we unpacked. “I’ll come along,” Kara offered. “If it’s OK with Jessica and Elyse.” “Go!” Jessica said. “I just had some time with him on the drive up.” “Sure,” Elyse said. “We’ll get the kids outside to play. They’ve been cooped up in the cars all morning.” I kissed and hugged both Jessica and Elyse, and Kara and I got into my BMW for the drive to the small grocery store. “How are you?” Kara asked as we...
Altered Fates: Milkshakes at Midnight by Bashful [email protected] This is the tale of a young married couple, the husband's brother, and how the Medallion of Zulo altered their fates. Frank and Debra Walker had been married for close to three years when Frank's brother Ed moved in. Ed had lived with his parents until they retired and moved to Florida. Ed was frequently out of work and living with his parents had taken the stress out of finding a permanent job. Now Ed was...
Oral enthusiast Krissy Lynn is an expert at delivering cock tingling pleasure to her clients. Today, she gets a call from a wound up guy who has had a tough week on the job. He needs to let out some pent up sexual energy, so he hires an expert. Krissy shows up with every intention of rocking this lucky guys world. She changes into some sexy blue lingerie and wraps her lips around the tip of his dick. Then, she works her way down his shaft, letting it fill her throat as she does. The experienced...
xmoviesforyou'So now I’m chick bait,' Ashley thought. I was wandering around the neighborhood. On our fourth and next-to-last day in Paris, I knew the area pretty well. I reveled in some time alone and the sense of almost being French. On the other hand, I didn’t much like the idea of Daddy being with that woman, Marie, up in our apartment. I don’t know what I was thinking. And now he was probably fucking her with his lovely big cock that for the past week had been all mine. Well, it was all mine if you...
IncestToday we reunite you with the legendary Simony Diamond, a sexy pornstar who once came to Private Specials, EuroAnal Chicks, and finally we get to reveal this incredible scene right here on www.private.com! Simony could put on a show all by herself as she masturbated and took a dildo to her ass, however this horny chick deserved more and so we gave it to her… Zenza Raggi was the perfect man for the job, a stud that would show her the anal fuck of a lifetime as she took it hard and deep in her...
xmoviesforyouAlone in her place of darkness she stares into the space. Alone in the room with the candles burning, creating shadows that dance on the ceiling. The winds and rains beat softly against the windows. She’s a true woman, long black hair, milk white skin, well formed breasts and no bra. Black lace gown and panties. From the distance a wolf calls. The blade crawls across her wrists, leaving thin marks that soon spout blood. She raises her hands above her head and lets the blood run down her arms....
DAY 2 Sam woke up with the sun shining though the blinds. He felt something cool and smooth on his body. After a few seconds he remembered he was wearing his wife's nightie. He then thought about the events of the preceding day and found himself getting an erection again. Before he could decide whether to do anything about it, Bill burst into the room. "Come on, let's get going, said Bill. We're not going to get anything done with you laying in bed." Bill didn't notice what...
It happened like this. My name is Domaneque. I am an Army brat and was residing in Germany when all this happened. I was graduating from the same school that my mother had graduated from. Here I was 5’4, 110 pounds, 38d, 26 waist, and 32 hips, with hazel eyes. My mother was the same size when she graduated. Of course mom wanted me to wear the same prom gown that she had worn with some minor alterations. It was just to long for me and it was...
IncestWizard's Dark Heart By Zedd There is a keep, squatting like a misshapen giant in the middle of a shallow inlet, surrounded by a fog of evil. No one dares venture close; no fishermen will take their boats near the dark citadel for fear of losing all they hold dear, the least of which would be their lives. It is dark, almost black really, but for one uppermost window in the tallest tower. One, which glows with an orange light, like a far off beacon. The castle was cold today....
I pull up to the hotel forty minutes early. I guess you can say I am a bit anxious. It’s been some time since we last met and I couldn’t wait any longer. I look around and there are only four other cars in the parking lot. None of them his. I send him a quick one line text “I’m here." A few minutes later, I get his reply, “I’m close." With those words, I feel myself get wet. With every car that goes by, I hope it’s his. Then, I look up and I see his car pull up right next to mine. Instantly,...
TrueHi, mein Name ist John Doe und ich bin 19 Jahre alt. Und eigentlich sollte das eine ganz normale Schulwoche werden ;) Montag, Englisch: Schon in der ersten Stunde, brachte die geile Evy , ein bißchen Stimmung in die Klasse und unseren Lehrer Herrn Litten aus dem Konzept, indem sie ihren Rock ein wenig lüftete und ihm ihre kahl rasierte Votze einen Moment lang bewundern lies. Jede Schule hat wohl so ein Luder, langes blondiertes Haar, immer aufreizend gekleidet. Lippen die zum Blasen bestimmt...
School had just ended and it was time for a wedding! It was going to be a small wedding until Mom and Dad's class started on it. The situation quickly ballooned out of sight with people all over town hearing the public announcement. Pastor Bob had Mitch assign police officers to the church to handle traffic. It was a good idea. Almost the entire police force was going to be there. Everyone Mom knew at school and all of Dad's working friends including the D.A. and all the judges....
THE NEXT DAY I COULD NOT PUT THE PANTIES TO SCHOOL MOTHER ALWAYS CHECKED EVERYTHING BEFORE I LEFT THE HOUSE.I HAD TO WAIT UNTIL I LEFT THE HOUSE GO INTO THE BASEMENT TAKE OFF MY UNDERWEAR PUT THE PANTIES ON AND THEN GO TO SCHOOL I MET UP WITH SUSAN AND SHE ASKED IF I WAS WEARING THEM I SAID YES SHE SAID DIDN'T THINK I WOULD DO IT.AS WE WENT INTO SCHOOL SUSAN MENTIONED THAT TODAY WAS GYM CLASS IF YOU ARE THE SISSY I THINK YOU ARE JOANNA YOU WILL THINK OF SOMETHING.THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THIS WAS TO...
One Saturday night, I heard my Mom and Trey come in real late about 04:30am. They were real loud and I could tell they had been drinking a lot. My Mom actually sounded worse than Trey (she could never handle her alcohol very well) as she was slurring her words loudly and stumbling around. Things became quiet pretty quick and I wondered if they had fallen asleep. I rose from my bed and peeked out my bedroom door which I always kept slightly cracked. I peered out just in time to see Trey carrying...
I woke next day wondering where I was. And why did I have large falsies attached to my chest. Then I remembered. My hand reached for my cock. And it was ready for my hand. Hard, but encased in soft knickers. I sat on the edge of the bed. One hand holding my cock through my knickers. the other hand cupping my breast through my nightie. I made it to the bathroom before gushing into my knickers. The cum soaked through onto my hand. I licked it. A curious taste. But I wanted more. I...
Jenny had dried herself after her shower and was enjoying the freedom of walking around naked. She knew her relaxed and casual attitude was a real turn-on for Sam and enjoyed his eyes caressing every part of her as she went about her beauty chores. Jenny didn't really understand 'body-modesty' and wasn't shy at all. She couldn't comprehend those women who try and hide themselves with a false modesty and can't enjoy being seen naked. Most of all she detested the 'hip-wiggling' and tacky attempts...
Oral SexThe sound of the bedroom door opening woke her several hours later. "Oh my god!" she heard Monique's voice say. "I forgot that you two..." Lissa glanced up, and saw Monique standing in the doorway, looking embarrassed. "Well this is a little awkward," said Alya, and Lissa realized that her new girlfriend was also awake. Then both girls burst out laughing. "Caught in the act," Lissa said. "Don't worry, Monique. We're finished in here. You didn't interrupt anything." "I'll...
Hi all this is no fake. This is real. i am 42 years of age now. I was divorced twice before i got married to the man of my life RAJ on april . This I am writing with my darling knowledge who encouraged me to write. And to say we hail from a very rich affleunt family. it may be a long story but a real one in my life want to share the sweet erotic part of my life here. and one more thing Raj is 6 years younger to me. Writing this down itself thrills me a lot. We live in Chennai in one of the high...
John walked into the night club, observing the press of bodies together. The music pounded out its dance beat, bare skin was beaded with sweat as the bodies pressed together on the dance floor. The heat was oppressive and yet energizing as the dancing, swaging, writhing bodies overrode the air conditioning. The sheep were advertising to the wolves, for John knew that within club were vampires looking for their next meals. John had been hunting vampires since he was thirteen when his parents...
FantasyIt was my grandmother's neighbor, a fat old woman under 80 years old with huge breasts and ass immense. The summer after eighth grade, I was visiting the women in the village of Lena. His bath she did not have, and we went to her neighbor Kate Baba. She lived alone, her husband died ten years ago, and the c***dren had left and only occasionally frequented it. Sometimes I catch myself on a strange her look, but did not attach any importance to this, believing that it is simply longing for...
So it was a day boring day and i had nothing to do. So i got on face book to see what every body else was doing and i seen my friend Tisha. i started a conversation with her and she also was looking for something to do so she invited me over to watch the movie Harry potter. And yes i am a harry potter nerd so what. Tisha is a vary pretty girl!! She has a tan completion with long tan hair and a thigh body she is 52'' and only 116 pounds!! I went over and we watch the movie it was about...
Tuesday came, bright and warm. It's gonna be a hot day. I'm not looking forward to the heat, the tights get uncomfortable when I sweat. Need to look into tights with some natural fiber content, I guess. I'll bring extra powder to use. After driving to school and parking, I walked into the building to my locker and then needed to find my home room. I had just stowed my junk and closed the locker when Abover sloped past, giving me a surprised look and a real scowl when he saw me. His face...
Used by a perfect stranger That spring night I had attended a party with my loving husband Victor. His boss had invited us, to celebrate a new anniversary of the company. Victor soon started to chat with all his colleagues and he forgot me…I was feeling too much warm inside the house; so, I stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. The cool evening spring air had an immediate effect under my short dress and a similar effect on my nipples, now hardening to the drop in temperature.Being there in...
The interior of the limo was quite dark and the sounds of moans and giggles filled it almost as completely as the smell of sex ... lots of sex in lots of different 'flavors', with a thick under-scent of good, honest sweat. But in what light there was, everywhere anyone looked, there was something titillating to watch, even though most of it was the soft-core porn variety stroking and kissing as almost everyone was too tired for anything more vigorous. As the limo made its way home through...
The car journey home from Wales was pretty uneventful, apart from the usual road works which always seemed to be where they would cause most delays. Very little was spoken between the couple as Bobby drove, in fact you could have sworn that the pair had fallen out and had an argument; but in fact they were deep in their own thoughts. For bobby he was trying to sort out his own feelings about sucking another man’s cock and just how far would he have allowed the youth to go. Whilst Angie too...
I slowly sunk to my knees as the execution decree was read aloud. It is here by ordered by king Henry that his queen and wife be put to death by beheading for crimes of consortingand fornicating outside of the royal chambers. The words stunned me and filled me with the fear of dying by having my head chopped off. The fear of execution was so great that I felt hot piss streaming down my legs and forming a puddle at my feet. I was pulled to my feet by royal guards. Tears were streaming down my...
She knew better than to move, knew that if her hands wandered, she would be punished. He had ordered her to keep her hands where they were, above her head. He was not kind enough to restrain her—to keep her from moving. He wanted her to break, to disobey. His eyes told her to misbehave, that he needed to earn her submission. She whimpered as his fingers moved deeper, rougher. She wanted everything. She arched against his touch as his fingertips drew out a high-pitched whine from her throat....
Last night's dream had been weird, Vanessa thought confusedly. All she remembered was lots of bright flashes of light, a deep voice sounding, and then a flash of blood, before everything disappeared and she woke up again. Deciding to pass it off as a nightmare or a very odd dream, Vanessa rolled off the bed, yawning, giving myself a once-over in the mirror. She wasn't bad-looking, that was for sure, but she wasn't the best. Her boobs were non-existent, really - a small A-cup, which frustrated...
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