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Your name was Eric Marts, and today, you were the happiest eighteen-year old in the world. You had moved into a house that you had rented for a relatively cheap price, and you would be staying there for as long as you could, until you found a more permanent residence after college.
But that wasn't what made you happy. Next to your home, was another house, which occupied three very beautiful girls: Jessica Harts, sexy eighteen-year old college student. Jenny Harts, twenty-year old college student and busty. Alexia Harts, forty-year old MILF and mother of Jessica and Jenny Harts.
To top THAT off, you had your windows installed with something the day before (You were quite rich). In it, was something that allowed you to see outside, but not allow anyone to see inside. What was even better was that both homes were basically connected, with the window in the bathroom being connected to one of the windows, and another window being connected to the bedroom.
In case you don't get it, that means anytime you want, when one of the girls enters the bathroom and takes off their clothes to pee or take a shower, or when one of the girls decides to change...
You had a front row view.
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D?j? vu for a DrowChapter 1So far everything had gone to plan for Liavondra. Despite being unwilling to leave her free and unplanned life, she had agreed to her friend Alcala’s request for help. As a Drow she was not trusted by many, as her kin were notorious for their treacherous, violent ways. Lia was different though, and had striven to be different from all other Drow for centuries. Thus, when an infiltrator was needed for the Drow, she was the first and only choice. The mission had been s...
As usual my missus was at work and not due home till around 10:30, so I was curled up on the sofa totally immersed in my new book when there was a knock on the door. My neighbour, Jenny was standing there. “Can you do us a big favour?” she asked Every time we went away, for a weekend or holiday totalling a dozen or more times a year, they would feed and look after our cat for us. So, I had no hesitation in replying “Of course.” “My parents,” she explained “were supposed to babysit for...
Crows nettled on the two poled wooden fence on the farm. The stared at the scarecrow, then to the freshly plowed dirt with seeds in the lines. One cawed loudly at the unnerving but lifless Scarecrow. One started flying, heading toward the feild. Before it could even land it was cut in half and fell to the ground, it's lower half twitching. The weapon that killed the creature was stuck in the wooden fence. A rusty sickle with fresh blood dripping from the blade. The rest of the crows took...
The rattle of the engine caught the girl’s attention. When the power steering squealed, and brakes screeched, Cathy Lyman peeked through the blinds. She saw the Sheriff’s clunker pickup sitting in their circle drive. Her daddy got out of the passenger door, walking with a quick ginger step, when on his left foot. Earl Lyman leaned against the Sheriff for support. His left leg didn’t appear to enjoy supporting his body. Cathy took a deep breath, ‘Is Daddy hurt?‘ she ran to the door, flung it...
My name is, well, was, John. I always thought of myself as just one of Rowan Morrison's many fans and nothing more then that. Not a stalker- certainly not a stalker, although I'm sure many would have thought of me as obsessive. I had all her CD's at home; every possible magazine article about her, and my bedroom was covered in her pictures. I even wrote fan fiction about her - nice ones, not horrible rape and torture type fics. I often compared her life to mine and wished that I...
I slowly crawled along Councillor Tookbungs Boulevard. In some parts of town this sort of behaviour would get me moved on by the police, or perhaps even arrested. Not the sort of publicity I wanted in my calling. Fortunately in this area, at this time of day, I was perfectly safe. Or perhaps not, judging by the multitude of ‘Neighbourhood Watch’ and ‘No Doorstep Selling’ signs. Finally I found what I was looking for; the number 42 in small print below the floral ornateness comprising the name...
Anna and Andy are twins. They began having sex together about a month ago. Whenever their parents were gone, which was a lot. In Andy's bedroom, a lamp caught on fire, so they had to remodel Andy’s bedroom. Andy and Anna had to share a bed for two months. Anna doesn't like to wear a bra or a shirt in bed. She usually just sleeps in her panties. The first couple of nights, she couldn't sleep at all. She was so uncomfortable with a shirt and bra on. So on the third night, in the middle of...
A Story in the Once Upon a Time… Universe Copyright© 2007 by Stultus Synopsis: An old fashioned Fairy Tale about a plucky young lad who finds love and happiness in a Wizard’s apple orchard. Naturally there is a wicked step-father and some naughty step-brothers that need to get their own ‘just desserts’ as well. Sex contents: No Sex. None at all. Sorry. Genre: Old Fashioned Fairy Tale Codes: Humor, Romance Originally Posted at SOL: 2007-05-22 ************** Thanks to Dragonsweb for the...
Thanks to Dragonsweb for the cleanup help with this old revised story! The old storyteller rested his eyes for a moment and took a deep pull from the blackjack of ale that the young cobbler had brought him. Outside the wintry storm still raged, but for the moment he was warmed inside and out and he relaxed for another moment and enjoyed the roaring fire of the inn. "Story telling is always quite thirsty work" he cackled and then drained his blackjack dry and gestured to Mine Host for a...
PRETTY MAIDS ALL IN A ROW (Contains: sorcery, non-consensual hanging, wet panties) by C. Now was the final showdown. In the main hall ofFortress Arkan, Evil, in the guise of Syldav the Sorcerer, met Good, in theform of mild-mannered Noam, part-time bookstore clerk and full-time historystudent. Noam had so far defeated the Sorcerer's every spell; but now theywere face to face. Now the evil Mage raised his Wand of Power, with which hehoped to atomize this impudent intruder. The next few moments...
Frontage Road Hot LoadsWhere I live here in the desert Southwest the freeways bypassed a lot of older small towns and stops along the way. Many survive but are quiet for the most part. Vast stretches of older state highways are now just frontage roads for the freeways and serve the isolated communities along the way. Very often guys pull off the freeway and drive stretches of these older roads for a change of scenery and the thrill of driving on old Rt 66 or one of the other classic routes....
I took a quick shower, not wanting to smell like pool water. Deciding it was hot enough I took out the halter dress I'd just bought. A bright blue, with white and yellow daisies at the hem made it a perfect summertime cook out dress. I was about to put on the strapless bra, when I thought, what the hell, and went bra less. I dried and brushed my hair till it was fluffy and full of bounce. Lightly added mascara and eyeliner, and I was all but set. I crawled on the floor under the bed to pull...
Ten Thousand Tomorrows "Lynn," she says softly to me. "It's time to go." I am in my sacred place, my personal 'heaven' where I go when I meditate. The voice is a woman behind me. I can't see her. Here, in this place, I am a Fey, a gossamer winged, alabaster skinned, auburn haired, emerald eyed, slightly luminescent fey. I mean, I AM Lynn LeFey, after all. I didn't pick my name at random. "You've got the wrong one," I tell her. "It was supposed to be." I wave my hand vaguely....
"B" IS FOR GIRL Chapter 3: "B" is for Brownie I tried very hard to be a good girl at school. Whenever the boys made fun of me in the playground, I did my best to pretend not to be upset. But I was lonely. I tried to join the boys in a game of tag, but they told me I couldn't play with them because I was just a girl. So I stayed by myself in a corner of the playground, watching everyone else play. On Friday, at the end of the first week, one of the girls came up to me during...
There she sits. The girl of my dreams. I can see her from my desk in the back of the row in spanish class. The day has dragged on long enough, but it's all better when I get to see Maria. She sits there texting on her phone while the professor drones on about nothing important. Her long brow hair flows over her shoulders down to her back where her shirt has slid up to reveal a black g-string just sitting there taunting me. The bell rings and I hop out of my seat and begin to walk out the...
A Woman In Full: Sharon's Journey Continues Part XI - Ducks in a Row In the early morning hours, especially after several days of almost continual work, her mind began to waver as the fog of exhaustion descended and worked its maddening tricks. Lines of text on the printed page jumped and swayed, and her eyes burned with fatigue. A deep yawn made the compelling case for sleep. I should stop, she thought. No, you're close, her mind rebelled. I've been saying that for days, she...
That afternoon I was home alone and feeling very horny.So, I posted in a date site that I wanted some men for a black gangbang.At least twenty black guys asked to come home; I selected eight of them. After we all had some drinks and talked a while, I led them upstairs to the master bedroom. I knew just what to do and was sure my loving hubby would approve it, although he would not be present this time…I knelt in the middle of the room and got those eight huge black guys naked. I then went to...
The following morning, as the radio news was telling us that the hot fine weather would finally break today, Wendy and I discussed the situation again, and she offered me some advice. "Get organised, James. Get your ducks in a row. [An interesting choice of phrase.] You can't just lurch from one unforeseen crisis to the next." It was a sound suggestion. On the way to work I thought about how to implement it. I was very clear that I wanted to sort out the women I had got so far before I...
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Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrows I was running that day from the cops. Those stupid fucks would never catch me. I knew ever shortcut in the area through back yards and woods. I knew if they did catch me it wouldn't be juvenile hall this time. That cinderblock I threw from the overpass caused a ten-car pile up I ran across Euclid Avenue when I saw three black and whites roll up from both directions so I turned around and headed back across at top speed. I never saw that truck. All I...
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Useful SoftwareDr. Beatrice Murray had thought the hardest part of her job would be to raise money for her late husband's foundation. Funding deserving students from third world countries was hard enough. Dealing with a sex scandal was not part of her job description. Beatrice was lovely and desirable at 33 years old. She had married her much older husband and he had endured a lot of criticism for "robbing the cradle." They didn't care for they loved each other very much. Now that her husband was gone...
I’ve loved you for quite along time, and you never once glanced my way, or gave me the time of day. But suddenly all of that change, and you gave me one night of pleasure and pain. There’s only tonight but no tomorrows you say. Graciously I thank the fates above, for giving me at least one day, with the man I love. Eighteen year old, Richard Claiborne looked at twenty-one year old Ryan Mackie with a look of shock, “Why can’t we be together?” “Things are complicated right now, Rich.” Ryan told...
GayEric and I were out fishing in his rowboat one day on a little lake that we know of.It was almost 11 or so in the morning and the fish were not biting at all when Eric looked at me and asked if was up for a bit of fun already knowing what my answer would be. I am a nymphomaniac to tell the truth. I said sure pull ashore by a some trees and we’ll see what develops. He says to me no lets just do it right there in the boat. I take a quick look around and see we were still by ourselves and...
Eric and I were out fishing in his rowboat one day on a little lake that we know of.It was almost 11 or so in the morning and the fish were not biting at all when Eric looked at me and asked if was up for a bit of fun already knowing what my answer would be. I am a nymphomaniac to tell the truth. I said sure pull ashore by a some trees and we'll see what develops. He says to me no lets just do it right there in the boat. I take a quick look around and see we were still by ourselves and...
I met Alma Morrow in the laundry room of our apartment building. Dat or night it was a creepy area. Before I moved in I heard that a woman was attacked down there. Whether it was an outside stranger or someone from within the building is still unknown. They never caught the attacker. At sixty-three Alma Morrow was still a strikingly attractive woman who actually looked at least a decade younger. She had no pretentions about her age and refused to dye it so it was kept a natural snow-white...
The Ostfront (eastern front, WW2) is the most shocking example of the human survival instinct, with tremendous death tolls on both sides, and countless civillians thown into the cold, and crossfire. A quaint German fisherman, Hans Gotler, is conscripted to fight in this hell on earth. Hans awoke, as usual to the 'WHUMP' of mortars hitting the around the column of trucks and armour that was the sixth army. "just another day on the job eh Gotler?", said Heydrich, still hiding from beneath his...
We had been enjoying our uninhibited lifestyle for several years. My girlfriend and I would get away on our days off work whenever we could to someplace where we could be naked and where we might be able to watch others and where we might be watched too. It was something that we both looked forward to and planned for during the week. If we couldn't get away for camping in the Florida Keys our closest alternative was Bayfront Park. Our days off were usually during the week so when we would go to...
ExhibitionismI’d learned from Ying Lee that being the purchasing agent for Camp Métis was a pretty lucrative post. The fort was on the Missouri River, not that far from the mouth of the Judith. Near where Camp Cooke had been before they abandoned it to the rats back in 1870. The Army needed beef and the purchasing agent supplied it. And, he determined the price he would pay the ranchers. Another whore, my pal Masie, told me, “They got over 400 soldiers stationed there. To protect the steamboat traffic,...
The first time I borrowed the hotel’s one-horse buckboard from the Bighorn so Rebecca could ride down to see her family, I followed her on Scarface. Stayed just out of sight, but she wasn’t checking her flank. I got my spyglass out and could see Chet and Rosie standing in front of the house. If he tried anything, I’d fire both barrels of my scattergun up into the air. The sound would carry easy, even this far away. But he just stood off to the side as she hugged her daughter, held her as...
What Rebecca had spotted in that magazine from back East was an illustrated article about quilting. She and her mother and sisters had done some before she ran off with Chet. And now she was determined to get back into it in a serious way. These days Rebecca was working in the Bighorn Restaurant, waitressing for both lunch and dinner. Dinner was the big draw. She was a volunteer, wouldn’t take a dime from Mrs. Chambers. Would the money have helped her husband with his debts to Ollie...
I didn’t wait to see if Marshal Autry would wire me back. I found myself missing Rebecca. And I had my whorehouse duties. I stopped at the Robinson homestead. Yeah, Cayuse Valdez had told them what we found. Yeah, the ranchers would keep watch, keep their guns handy. But they had to work, always more to do. Rosie nodded at me as I mounted Scarface. A first. I gave her a little salute and wheeled Scarface around. A week since I’d ridden south with Cayuse. The three Chippewas were in the...
The Bighorn sporting ladies turned into mother hens, flocking around Rosie. She was surrounded by gentle attention, by affection. Which, I figured, was mostly to the good side of the ledger. Rosie was clingy with her mother. Rebecca had been overwhelmed with emotion. Joy, relief, guilt ... mostly joy, I think. The two of them, mother and daughter, were inseparable. But Rosie still hadn’t said a word. Of course no one asked her about what she’d been through. Not with the Chippewas, not with...
My room on the third floor — our room, I guess — had a rocking chair, a handsome walnut job that Rebecca had comforted up with a thick pillow filled with goose down and a red cover she stitched together herself. I liked to sit on it of an evening and sip a sip or two of Jameson. Rebecca had taken to undressing and then straddling me when she was in a certain mood. We put that chair through some pretty fast paces. Sometimes, when we’d finished, she’d squeeze me, keeping me corralled until all...
The Territory came through with the prison construction money — $85. It wouldn’t be much of a town jail, two cells big enough to hold four or five miscreants each if Little River had a sudden crime wave. But it made the growing town proud, our new jail. The builder had to knock out part of the back wall of our office and build a 10 by 15 addition. I ended up sort of job foreman and passed on Hank Mosby’s ‘sale’ lumber. It wasn’t part of the Territory contract, but Cayuse and I ended up...
Cayuse and I, feet up on opposite sides of the sheriff’s desk, were sipping after-breakfast coffee that Rosie had brought us from the Bighorn. He said, “Take a ride, jefe?” Talkative this morning. “Sure. Where?” “Sodbusters.” It was outside our jurisdiction, some miles south of town. But things from the outside often slopped over city boundaries. And if Cayuse suggested it... We got our mounts from Livery Lou and wheeled them left, past the Holy Redemption, past Matty’s Bar, past the...
We decided to picnic down by that little creek. Rebecca spread out a blanket and Rosie unpacked our lunch. Simple, just ham and biscuits and some corn whiskey to sip on. No need for a cooking fire. Rosie looked at her mother and Rebecca laughed out loud. Rosie grinned. Rebecca jumped up, “Mr. Murdock, that creek water looks mighty inviting. Care to join us?” Rosie stood too and, bold as brass, the two of them started unbuttoning their dresses. Not a care in the world. I stood up, looked...
I would never win any speed contests sending telegrams. My fingers are big and they felt clumsy tapping on the key. But I’d had enough experience to send a message on my own. And to decode incoming ones. It was a small talent, but learning how to do something new never had hurt me. Hunting and fishing were new once. Skinning. Roping. Shooting. Of course everything at Mrs. Adler’s had been new at one point. Credit due, Ollie Chambers may be portly and soft and over-careful around his...
Cayuse carried a Smith & Wesson Model 3 revolver, .44 caliber. When he made his rounds in Little River, he usually left his Winchester rifle locked in the office. But he always carried that wicked-looking Bowie in his belt scabbard. Always. Just like I took my eight-gauge with me when I walked the town. More habit than necessity. The first time the Bighorn bartender, Cheney, saw it, he asked if I hunted locomotives. My first day in town. Well, we didn’t have any locomotives here, but my...
Rebecca and I waited to order breakfast until Rosie and Cayuse came down to join us. Rosie was a little flushed, Cayuse looked the same. The Bighorn had eggs that morning, went good with salt pork and biscuits and honey. Rosie and Cayuse didn’t mention the previous night so neither did Rebecca and me. I figured Rosie and her mother would talk things over when they were alone. Although, thinking on it, Rosie was just as likely to talk with me. She’d gotten in the confiding habit back when...
Evening didn’t take long to reach Little River, but the town never got all that quiet. Saloon laughter and arguments, a lone coyote off howling about something important to him, the wind whipping through. Sometimes I felt the night was talking to me, trying to tell me something. Word had come from Cleveland, via Kansas City, to pull in their murder suspect. Hold Venerable until further instructions arrived. It was a law enforcement request, not an order, but I was more than ready to...
The three of us were in our usual position in bed — Rosie on my left, Rebecca on my right. Our body heat under the comforter felt good. Both of them had a hand under the sheet, gripping me. Rebecca had a smile in her voice, “Mr. Murdock?” “Mrs. Robinson.” “That is some show that Penny and Miss Melanie put on.” Rosie whispered, “Mrs. Chambers let us watch.” Rebecca, “Encouraged us to watch.” Rosie, “Some show.” “Oh?” Rebecca, “I was thinking, we were thinking...” “Yeah?” Not hard to...
The Cravens checked into the Bighorn Hotel on Monday afternoon. The next morning they confronted me — Marina, Mercury, Marco. I was making my first rounds of the day when the three of them, dressed in black, burst out of Clare’s Cafe. They’d been waiting for me. Clare and her colored man, Hubert Greene, peeked out at us from the front window. Cayuse was back at the jail. One of the twins, Marco or Mercury, fast-stepped out into Market Street, about twenty feet to my left as I faced north....
I live in a rented house in Manly an oceanfront suburb of Sydney; I share the house with two of my friends Gail & Roxanne (Roxy). My name is Erica. I love living here because we have an absolute waterfront view, the sea breezes keep the temperatures down to a pleasant level. There is a verandah leading off the two upstairs bedrooms to the front. Each morning as the sun rises it streams into my bedroom so I am awake before dawn most mornings, there are curtains but I prefer to be woken that way....
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One man stood alone. One small man. No, that’s not true. He wasn’t a small man. Just small-minded. Mean of spirit. The field swayed around him. Wave after wave of corn, slapped by the wind this way and that. It seethed as it moved, glancing first north, then south, as the capricious breeze threatened it from every angle. And still the man stood. Silent. Dead. He was leaning against a high metal pole, which stretched fifteen feet into the air. He had no visible means of support, above and...
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I pulled in the parking lot all hype with anticipation of running down my prey. These clubs are all the same. You see they get popular around here because all the white women hook up with black men here at clubs like these, this one in particular. The entrance line is very long. This means that this club is particularly ‘phat’ tonight. I do a preliminary scan of the line to see any of the possibility of any ‘PAWGS on Parade’. I like going during the warm weather season specifically because of...
She knew this was her moment, she had to push ahead despite her tiredness. Slowly she stepped in the shadows, twisting the very air about her as she seemed to vanish into nothingness. Crouching, silent she approached the big boss of the Blackfang. She set her sights on him, losing touch with her surroundings for a moment, and this was her undoing, as two large cats sprung down from a tree, falling on her and knocking her blades from her hands, sending them skittering in the dust, to rest at...
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom called Euthanasia, there lived a beautiful peasant girl named Sadsorrowe. The village folk of Euthanasia adored her and would often visit her in her home deep in the woods. Even though, she lived in a tiny wooden hut, she decorated it with sweet-smelling wildflowers that she would gather every morning. Though her home is deep in the heart of the woods, village folk would visit her every single day lavishing her with pastries and cakes they had baked....
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‘Are you going to Tiffany’s party tonight?’ Chris asked as the final school bell rang. He was already unloading his locker, stuffing text books into his backpack. He’d done this every day for the past three years, Jack noted. Which was funny since Chris spent the majority of his free time hanging out than studying. His grades could attest to that. ‘Yeah,’ Jack confirmed with a slow nod. ‘Parents are being stingy with the car, though, so I might need a ride. Think you could…?’ ‘I got you, man.’...
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Lady Amelia felt a final sharp pull on her hair as the last of the intricate braids were pinned in place with an ornate ivory clasp studded with rubies. Her lady-in-waiting Jacinta held up a silver mirror so that Amelia could inspect the work that had been carried out upon her head. Amelia nodded her approval and Jacinta returned the mirror to the large chest in Amelia’s bedchambers and then sat in a chair opposite her lady. In the nineteen years since she had been born, the last three of which...
FantasyYou were a normal guy, but when the particular accelerator exploded you found you could copy the powers and abilities of women you get physically intimate with. Now after years of intensive training you’re ready to kidnap these lovely ladies. And currently you have a list of Cities/locations where superheroines reside, where’s your first target? -Star City -Central City
Die "Black Sparrows" sind eine Organisation, eine Tradition, die tief zurück reicht, bis ins dunkelste Mittelalter, in welcher Mädchen von klein an lernen, Männern zu gehorchen. Diese Mädchen haben keinen Namen, keine Eltern, sie sind niemand. Sie werden von ihrer Geburt an in der Organisation großgezogen. Und wenn sie das richtige Alter erreicht haben und somit volljährig sind, nehmen sie an einer Zeremonie Teil, welche 9 Tage dauert. Während dieser Zeremonie werden sie in Gruppen von einer...
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