Inappropriate Behavior At The Nursing Home
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The earthy scent of the dusty baked soil reared up into my nostrils. I was only inches away from eating it. Flat on my front, I clung to the ground. Relieved I had come to rest, the cry of gulls mocked my inability to stay upright.
“Merde! Est-ce que tu vas bien?”
“Yes, yes I'm okay.”
A stabbing pain forced out an anguished exhale.
“Ooh, ooh, no, no I’m not!”
Rolling over, I managed to get myself onto my behind and sit up. I glowered at the rock in the pathway that had dropped me like a sack of potatoes.
“Move back, move back! Give him some air.”
The no-nonsense timbre of Beatty Simmonds’ voice asserted itself over the throng around me.
“Ok sonny, where does it hurt? Anything broken? You took quite a tumble.”
“That’s inappropriate footwear, trainers are no good on a walk like this.”
Beatty Simmonds, the retired headteacher might have had a point at the start of our ‘ramble’. She definitely had a point now. A carryover from a lifetime’s service at the village school, her institutional tone demanded a prompt answer.
“My ankle, I think it’s twisted.”
“Didn’t I say sonny? You can’t wear trainers on a walk like this.”
Vexed, I was nobody’s ‘sonny’ and hadn’t been for over a decade.
“Can you move?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Right, let’s help get him up.”
With the assistance of the Port Erin Rambler’s Club, I got onto my feet. With a heavy list to my gait, the burning pain in my ankle forced me to hop gingerly. Carefully, I eased down onto the grass verge and propped myself up against a dry stone wall.
“Well sonny, can you walk on it?”
Looking up, I squinted at the sun struck silhouette in front of me.
“No, I can’t.”
“Right sonny, we’re about two miles from Port Erin. Is there any signal on that phone of yours?”
Shielding it with my hand to block out the sun, I could barely make out the screen.
No Service. Emergency calls only.
“Only to call for an ambulance.”
There were more mumblings amongst them.
“Right, if you can’t walk, you’ll have to call one out. A strapping lad like you is too much for us to take you back to the village.”
I had to concede, Beatty Simmonds had a point. I might only be an athletic strip of a man but I would be too much for these retirees to support. Only Anne-Pierre was the same age of me, her petite frame would not have the strength. Besides, it would be just plain awkward to get too up-close and personal with Anne too.
“Someone should stay with you. So who’s going to stay here with fella-me-lad?”
“Moi, I will.”
Keeping me company would be perfectly acceptable instead. The soft burr of her delicate French accent lightened my mood.
“Good girl Anne-Pierre that’s the spirit! Stay with him until help arrives. You got some water in that bag of yours sonny?”
I nodded, “Yeah.”
“Good. In that case, we’ll carry on. Onwards!”
With a wave of her stick, we watched them all ramble on along the narrow dirt track.
===- 2 -===
Popping the phone back into my rucksack, I let out a defeated sigh.
“Well, it’s not a priority, it’s a lovely summer’s day so no chance of dying from exposure. They’re sending out an ambulance and it’ll be at least ninety minutes.”
I looked helplessly at Anne, she seemed to empathise with a sympathetic smile.
“D’accord, ar’ you okay?”
I shrugged, “I think my pride is hurt more than my ankle.”
“Shall I take a look?”
I nodded gingerly, “Would you? Please be gentle though.”
She smiled, “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Mildly incredulous, I shook my head, “Yeah...”
If only she knew.
The striking coastline and stark headlands were a magnet for artists. Many came and went; Anne-Pierre was one of the few that chose to stay. Her work caught the emotion of the dramatic coastal scenery. Original and striking, her work was popular and it sold well from the small gallery she had on the quayside.
She was a slight creature with a natural poise that left me in awe. Bewitched by her intelligence and beauty, Anne-Pierre had an artistic precociousness I found difficult to comprehend. Her personality exuded from every pore, even her riot of red wavy locks were an extension of her character. She would rake her slight hand through her mane and her elfish features would express every thought. Even a simple crease of her full strawberry lips removed the need for words. The dimples under her high cheek bones made me want to make her smile with everything I said. I daren’t look into her jade eyes for too long, they had the power to reduce me to a gibbering wreck.
In all my twenty-six years, I had never encountered anyone like her. I had the most tremendous crush on her.
In contrast, I was the resident village nerd. Initially, I came here to help settle the estate of my spinster great-aunt. Compared to the relentless thrum of the city, I found the tranquillity of life here soothing. Whilst here, I discovered an opportunity and seized it. The village and surrounding area relied on tourism and its businesses needed to promote themselves. The internet was essential to reach out beyond this remote village on the coast. From my small office on the headland, I ran my own business as a web developer.
Conscious of my career choice, I countered it with my love of everything outdoors. I ran, took long walks and spent every hour I could outside. My pastimes were unconventional for a twenty-something, I enjoyed gardening and manual work. I was of a practical persuasion and found real contentment in the labour of the outdoors. It kept me slim and fit as opposed to my more sedentary office work.
Persuading my parents to keep the cottage, I sold everything I had except the bare essentials. I used what money I had to sink it into my business. With the zeal of pursuing my life’s dream, I brought the cottage up to scratch. I could only afford fresh paint and simple maintenance. The fabric of the cottage was sound enough, all of its grey roof slates were there and rust-coloured with lichen. White-washing the cottage exterior and painting the windows was a thankless task in the oppressive July heat. What it took in effort, it gave back by tanning my body to a healthy biscuit glow.
This was how I first met Anne-Pierre. I remembered that first encounter with vivid clarity and played it back in my mind many times. I could feel her stare on the back of my head. She watched me paint; I was shirtless and only in shorts. Standing there at the wizened gate, she stared at me motionless.
Her printed cotton dress flapped slightly in the sea breeze. It clung to her slim petite body as the wind pushed it against her. A floppy canvas hat rested at a jaunty angle with a single trestle of red hair loose over her forehead. She looked at me with a hesitant expression and a slightly nervous smile.
That first time I saw her, everything around me stopped and fell silent. I had no idea how long I stood there; she stopped me dead in my tracks.
I like to think I played at being a gracious host. Over tea, she asked to paint an oil on canvas of the cottage with its freshly whitewashed walls and tended garden in full bloom. Absentmindedly, engrossed in the vision before me I readily agreed.
Over several days she visited, I stammered and mumbled my way through cups of chamomile tea and sandwiches for lunch. We sat on the old slatted bench in the front garden talked about anything of no real consequence. The affected pronunciation of her soft accent made my stomach churn with desire. As soon as I wanted to ask anything personal of her, my tongue tied and my throat felt so thick I thought I would choke.
Entranced at watching her work, I peered surreptitiously through the net curtains. The look of concentration on her beautiful face was so endearing. I loved it when she tried to blow an unruly lock of her hair off her face. She bit at her bottom lip when she really focussed on something.
My heart would pound if I thought she caught me. I would hide in my own home for ages fearful if I thought she did.
She painted two canvases, I thought as a set to sell. When she was finished, she presented one to me. She had no other way to pay me then, she was new to the village too and had sunk all her savings into her gallery. We shared three things in common, we were both setting up in business, we loved the outdoors and we were both a novelty to the bemused villagers.
I would visit Anne’s cosy gallery down near the quayside, it was intimate and atmospheric. There she would hold court with the other artists and pseuds that the village attracted. Totally mesmerised, I would listen and watch her express what inspired her. She spoke with such vivacious passion with a smile that dimpled her cheeks.
In moments alone, she occupied my thoughts relentlessly. I found myself expelling deep long sighs at the simplest thought of her. I knew I had it bad and savoured the chance to see her before she saw me so I could admire her beauty. She looked divine and even in her smock dabbed with oils, she looked perfect to me.
She was an enigma and a beacon flame that attracted many others. She could have the pick of any man and I hoped it would be me so much it hurt.
We were hardly star-crossed lovers, I wavered with fear of losing my only friend in the village to ask her out. Once I decided to do something about it, it took me a whole week to pluck up the courage. Nothing formal, just afternoon tea and cake. She agreed with her usual aloofness and made me wonder what the fuss was all about.
It was meant to be the highlight of my whole week. Anne was her warm and intense self, it only made me more nervous. Her aura of indomitability, this force of nature to be reckoned with sat there before me. I clammed up and it was a disaster. Relegated to just listening, my questions felt laboured and awkward.
I kicked myself all the way home and for the rest of the week. I wasn’t naïve, I’d asked out plenty of women in my time. Usually, I was self-assured and confident in their presence. Now I had a new worry, the dreaded romantic purgatory of being considered as only a friend. When she extended me an invite to join her on a walk with the Rambler’s Club, I jumped at the chance.
Only I had ‘inappropriate footwear’ and sat banjaxed on the coastal path crippled by my injury. I could die from the embarrassment if this lovelorn torture didn’t kill me first.
===- 3 -===
Prodding at my ankle, a stabbing pain reared up and snapped me out of my reverie.
“Woah! That hurts!”
Anne looked at me and smiled, “You were a million miles away.”
“I was? Sorry.”
“Your ankle is swollen, but I do not think it is broken.”
“Well that’s something I suppose.”
I looked up to the cloudless sky as my frustration boiled inside me. I wanted to rip out these nerves and throw them into the sea.
“Ar’ you okay? You look like you ‘ave something on your mind?”
I squirmed a little and opted to keep my counsel.
“No, not really. Thank you so much for staying with me.”
Flicking at her hair, she tucked an errant lock behind her delicate ear. She looked up at me with the full power of those vivid eyes.
“Sam, could I ask you something?”
“Sure, anything.”
“This is my fault n’est ce pas?”
I blinked and shook my head in disbelief, “Sorry?”
She paused as her dainty white teeth bit at her bottom lip. Her head lolled a little to one side, she looked coy perhaps. Maybe for the first time in my presence I understood what she felt - vulnerable.
“I mean, I came ‘ere to walk and find new landscapes to paint. You came ‘ere just for me, non? This is what is on your mind?”
There was that deep sigh again, “Kind of.”
I girded all my courage, “Anne, I do like spending time with you.”
Her eyes widened, “You do?”
“Yes, I do… a lot.”
“And this why you ar’ always so nervous?”
I nodded as my head went down, inside I could feel something inside me surrender. It was a surprise that her delicate hand lifted my head up by my chin. I’d stared into her eyes, she did not break from them with her gaze. Their power stilled the maelstrom inside me, the soothing sounds of gulls and crashing waves eased my clouded mind.
I had to look at her lips, I adored those luscious bee-stung lips. An overpowering instinct welled up inside me. A divine force, more subtle that I could ever contrive drew me magnetically to them.
With a stifled yelp of surprise maybe, Anne did not back away. With my eyes closed, nothing else mattered, the pain of not knowing had to be exercised. The softest, most sensual contact I’d ever conjured brushed over their silken texture.
Easing from her, I looked to her face to scan for her response. There was a serenity there, her eyes shone and for the first time recognised that look – anticipation.
I did it again and she reciprocated, every fibre of my being concentrated in this simple act. I wanted her to read my mind and feel it through this fleeting contact. My ankle complained, not that it would stop me. The tender vacuum of my mouth took her lips against mine as she pressed harder. The elevated thumping in my chest marked time as I savoured every heartbeat.
I cradled her head in my hands, my fingers slid softly through her lustrous red hair. The warmth of her hand pressed against my heart, she would feel my inner reaction. With the swell of a moan, her soft lips submitted to me once more.
Instinctively, it felt right to let her go. With her lips pouting ready to receive another kiss, her eyes were still closed. I watched her for a moment, her eyelids lifted and a smile slowly formed.
She purred a little, “Mmmm, bon.”
I shrugged and reciprocated her smile. With the tongue-tied curse broken and my fears cast aside, I smiled more widely. She laughed and nuzzled against me closely, the delicate caress of another kiss consumed us with more power than the first. Loitering this time, the soft caress of our hands against each other added to the frisson of her pillow soft lips against mine.
Her eyelids looked heavy as she looked into my eyes. Her full lips redder than strawberries as she tasted me on her lips.
“Mmm Sam, you really know ‘ow to kiss.”
The lilt in her accent that made my insides tingle.
“You liked that?”
“Yes! Yes I did. Why have you taken so long to do that?”
I blushed and fidgeted hindered only by the nagging pulse of my damaged ankle.
“I… I don’t know, I kinda felt I shouldn’t, like…”, I paused to scrabble for words, “like it would ruin everything. I like you so much, I just had to know if you felt the same way.”
I paused again, “I was scared you did not feel the same way about me.”
The encumbrance of the mental rocks in my mind dissolved into dust. Softly, she caressed my chest, her floral scent of petunias mixed with the ozone from the frothy ocean below. I could feel it, a crackle of energy between us.
“Every time I ‘ave seen you, every time I wanted you to do this. Ever since the first time I saw you, I’ve burned inside waiting for you to kiss me. I thought you were making me wait, I thought you were making me pursue you.”
My eyebrows shot up, “Really?”
She giggled a little at my reaction, “Yes, you silly man.”
“And what about all your admirers in your gallery?”
With a dismissive hiss of air, she waved her hand to cast them away, “Huh, so tedious. They are so wet and limp.”
I could feel something for her right now that wasn’t limp. There was a tightness and an intense heat in my loins.
“You cannot move?”
I frowned a little, “Not really, it’s really throbbing.”
There wasn’t an answer and I looked to at Anne.
“Regarde ça!”
I gulped as I followed her gaze.
“Mmmm, Sam. You really do like me!”
She was staring at my crotch and sure enough, the thick outline of my hard cock made a bulge in my shorts. I had no time to react as I prepared to apologise. Instead, her soft mouth pressed against me. Not a tender kiss this time, this was a declaration of a different kind. The wriggle of her tongue against my lips surged a ripple of electricity through me.
“Is that for me mon cheri?”
Breathless and overwhelmed, I nodded, “Yes, yes it is.”
“At night, do you touch it thinking of me?”
Anne purred as I nodded.
“I am naughty too at night time thinking of you. I stare at you when you cannot see me and stare at your shorts.”
Her frank words eviscerated me, the shock on my face brought a playful giggle.
“I want to touch it. Can I?”
Craning my neck, I lunged at her lips. I’d never done anything like this before. Outside and spontaneous, yet I was caught in the moment. The seething mass of my feelings for her and my undiluted lust did not make me question this.
As our kiss escalated in passion, my hand caressed her chest and my fingers sought their target. Pressing against the firm cushion of her breast, I found the hard nub of her nipple proud against the thin fabric. The flat of her hand softly kneaded my stiff length. Our whimpers and gasps mixed with our passionate kiss. The hissed sound of breathing through our nostrils grew sharper and stronger.
Her fingers tugged at the fly of my shorts. My ankle complained but its pain felt so distant and inconsequential. Still locked together by our lips, her cool soft skin took the heat of my shaft. Her hand clasped me fully, she squeezed and shuffled her wrist slowly.
I had to break for a moment and groan loudly, it had been too long since I was touched there.
She pushed her lips against me and our passion combusted. Plucking at her nipples, her wrist moved with a renewed sense of vigour. Her delicate touch tightened around me. The primal need to have her reared up inside me with such power, I had to fight to maintain my self-control. I could not get enough air and had to break from her mouth.
Her eyes were upon me, all I could manage was a groan. My eyelids felt heavy with arousal as I looked into hers. Examined like a laboratory experiment, she watched my fevered reaction as she slowly massaged my cock.
Kneading the soft pillow of her pert breast, she bit her bottom lip.
“Is this what I do to you? Make you crazy with lust?”
I could barely speak as her hand caressed my captured length.
“Y…yes”
“How long ‘ave you felt like this for me?”
“Two months maybe longer. Oh God!”
Her sublime touch made my body tremble, I could barely speak. Her eyes widened, a look of enjoyment on her face as she watched me struggle.
“Oh you poor thing!”
“You… you don’t know the half of it.”
“I long for you too, feel ‘ow much I burn for you.”
She eased her hand from my shorts and took my own. Guiding it down her body, she pulled up the hem of her short dress. Pushing my hand into the flimsy fabric of her panties, I felt the puffy cushion of her sex. Hot and smooth, I drew a soft gasp from her; she held me by the wrist to direct my fingers.
“Go on, put a finger inside me.”
Her eyes screwed shut and her mouth half-open eased out a sigh. Defeating the lips of her sex, the slick heat of her juices seemed to cascade from her. Watching her features melt, the slight nub of her clit squirmed under the pressure from my thumb.
“N'arrête pas...,” she paused to ease out another soft moan, “please, keep going.”
Her hand was in my shorts again and she pressed her mouth to me. It was fevered, tongues danced as she wriggled her hips at my attention.
Alongside her, she writhed softly against my hand. The tight friction of two fingers inside her drew out louder sobs of pleasure. Her hands clutched at me to keep me in place. Silencing her with another passionate kiss, any sense of clumsy reticence had long departed. My thumb brushed softly against her hardened clit as my fingers drew out her profound response. Wriggling harder, her rushed breathing drew ever more ragged breaths.
Looking into my eyes, her mouth pouted as her hips wriggled against my impaled fingers. Her eyes crunched closed as her whimpers grew fainter. Flexing softly from her hips, she clutched at my body for leverage. Gracefully, her soft pleading gasps grew fainter. Her mouth locked against mine and sucked fervently to stifle her barely perceptible moans.
With a tremor so delicate, her lithe frame stuttered as she tensed and quaked. A deeper heat pulsed against my ensconced fingers as fresh wetness spilled forth. Her mouth freed from my clutches gasped airily. Delicately taken, I’d given her what she craved. Her cheeks mottled with a pink flush, her body rose and fell for deep lunges of air.
“Mmm…la petite mort.”
She pulled at my wrists and guided my recalcitrant fingers to her mouth. A fire burned in her eyes as she sucked each of them slowly in turn. The sublime velvet heat made me gasp and wriggle as her hand returned to my hard cock. A kiss followed suffused with the musky taste of her sex.
“Sam…”
“Yes?”
“It is your turn.”
Another passionate kiss provided the distraction as she straddled my body. She pushed at me to sit up straight. Her thin arms braced me against the stone wall and left me frozen still with expectation. The intensity of her narrowed eyes brimmed with intent, her gaze looked to my lips and then to my eyes.
Sliding down my body, she rose to her haunches. Undoing the top button of my shorts, she seized them.
“Fuck! Anne, should we be doing this here?”
My voice was nothing more than a hiss, my concern seemed to only enliven her into tugging harder.
“Shush, if we are caught, it is a crime of passion!”
Jarring my ankle, it made me wince but I was not going to let it stop her. Casting off my other trainer, she denuded my body save for my linen shirt. The incongruence of clothes cast asunder in this idyllic setting only fed the lust I felt for her. This was new and felt adventurous, it was my reason to settle here and be a different me. Perpetrating our crime of passion, nothing else mattered. The excitement fed the intense need of my body and it stole my breath.
She stopped to admire me. Unable to move, I watched as her eyes darted with the scrutiny of an artist. She looked into my eyes, her face etched with mischievous grin as her lips creased into a lascivious smile.
“Mmm, Sam, I like what I see, mon cheval noir.”
“Dark horse?” I beamed with a swell of pride.
“Yes. If I knew you ‘ad such a beautiful cock, I would ‘ave seduced you sooner.”
Straddling me, she sat and rubbed the damp fabric of her panties against my naked length. Savouring my reaction, every sinew in my body tightened and relaxed with each undulation of her hips. The brazenness of this open-air act fuelled the unquenchable fire in my body.
Long, thin fingers undid every ivory button of my shirt and their soft pads explored and teased. Rising from the tautness of my abdomen to the hardened buds of my nipples, she watched me helpless to her touch.
Taut thighs lifted as our eyes met; her look of placid determination made my chest pound harder. Lifting the hem of her skirt and she eased the flimsy gusset of her panties aside. A small tuft of red hair on her mons caught my eye as I stared at the pink swell of her sex.
“Rip them off,” she demanded.
The malevolent grip of my hands pulled the thin material, the sound of tearing cotton punctured the still air. Her faint gasp followed as I pulled them from her body. Thrown asunder, she lifted off her dress and revealed her naked self to me.
The delicate features of her face tightened to a smile as she let me savour the spectacle. The taut curves of her body before me made my length twitch. I had to touch her and she purred as my hands tenderly sampled every curve. I plucked her hard nipples and kneaded at the perky handfuls of her breasts.
Her bottom lip was between her porcelain teeth again, she wriggled at each soft caress of my hands against her nubile flesh. At the confluence of her toned thighs, her sex pressed against me. Finding the tip of my length at the cleft of her sex, her eyes demanded my attention. With the simplest grip of my shaft, she guided me in.
In that moment of penetration, our faces revealed each other’s pleasure. Slowly, she eased herself upon me and took it whole. The broiling tight heat forced a fevered groan from me and flexed my length. Clutching tenderly at her breasts, I toyed with her hard nipples to provoke a gasp of her own.
Struck down by injury, I could not do her justice. The look on my face must have said it all.
“Let me do this for you. Give yourself to me.”
With words delivered with a soft tender kindness, she ground her hips against me slowly. Fluid and athletic, she presented her breast to my mouth. Under the tutelage of her hips, she instructed me. Helpless to move, she gave me this gift. Teasing her nipple, I sucked hungrily at the puckered areola. Weaving her fingers through my hair, she kept me there at her breast.
Rising tension in my loins forced my louder groans, they seemed to inspire her. Her elegant pace became more relentless. She rode the whole length of my stout hardness and enveloped it whole. The taut hot draft of her sex swelled the throbbing knot of pressure in my core. Her effortless assault on my body never wavered. Her intent was clear, the graceful undulation of her hips in pursuit of my release.
Spellbound I watched her as she braced against me. The milky sheen of her bare body hypnotised my mind. Her breasts shook slowly as the graceful ebb and flow of her body took me. I could feel the heat rising amplified by weeks of yearning and frustration. The sight of her body moving so sinuously astride me was too much. Swollen to my zenith, she toyed with my nipples. Her rhythm kept perfect time as our eyes locked together.
I had to tell her and warn her. I wanted to draw out these delicious feelings for so much longer. I tried to wriggle to tell her should my words fail me.
“I… I…”
A sole finger against my lips quelled my petulance.
“This is just the first time, there will be many more.”
With shallower smooth thrusts, she ground herself against me. Her expectant face waited for the moment she captured my essence. The tight grasp of her hot walls against the full swell of my length would soon deliver my climax to her.
“I can feel it Sam. Let yourself go into me. Do it mon cheri, fill me up with it.”
I couldn’t hold it back, that knot inside me pulsed and throbbing hard. Plucking at my nipples, the livid swell of my length made her purr. Her body extracted my tumult with effortless ease. The first belt of my length made her eyes widen as she gasped. I announced each spasm with a heartfelt groan. Our eyes did not waver as she sat squarely on top of me. Rubbing softly, she took it all.
I pulled her close and shared a soulful kiss. My body glowed with a happy deep-seated relief as we embraced. Amidst the sound of the swirling ocean and the cries of gulls, we held each other until our fever passed.
“Wow, Anne. Just. Wow.”
Her soft panting breaths caressed my skin, “Now, you ar’ cured. No more Monsieur Nervous-pants. You ar’ my man now. My beautiful man.”
“Tu es ma belle femme aussi.”
With a giggle, she squeezed on my semi-flaccid length, “Very good Sam, I accept.”
===- 4 -===
Pulling at her long woollen coat and wrapped it around her. I embraced her to share our warmth. All the seasons had passed us by twice now, the time felt so fleeting yet every day felt so full. Even at this time of dour dark and quiet, her companionship made every day feel like the first.
The wintery drama of the coast after a storm was our favourite time to walk. The bite of the cold air tingled against my face as we looked out over the white topped swell of the steel grey ocean. The dirty washed out azure sky blurred into the mist on the horizon.
“I think I will paint this, it is so brooding and strong.”
Lifting up her riot of hair, I kissed her warm neck tenderly. Her perfume still had the power to intoxicate me. The feel of her delicate body always reared up that need to protect her and venerate her in equal measure. She tilted her head and softly I planted a kiss there again. She reached to my face to caress it in a silent acknowledgement.
To her ear I raised my voice to barely a whisper, “I love you Madame Chandler.”
“Moi aussi, je t'aime, Monsieur Chandler.”
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I had a feeling I knew where tonight’s escapade was going. Kara had been glancing down at that second drawing on the coffee table most of the evening. We had been sitting on the sofa reading for a couple of hours, resting up after a bit of touristy activity. Kara’s feet were resting in my lap. Well, not exactly resting; she was using them to teasingly fondle my cock and balls.I had noticed earlier that the Magnums were still on the nightstand from two nights previous, but I had also noticed...
This story is fiction and should remain that way. Practically every event depicted herein is egregiously immoral and no part of it should be emulated. Corporal punishment is wrong (much less rape and torture) and no violence should be done to any person without their genuine consent. No character in this story is depicted as underage in any jurisdiction. ?AMANDA!? That was Amanda’s dad, yelling from his room. He sounded mad. Amanda ran to him from the living room, knowing this...
Regular readers of my sexual exploits will know that I’m a bit of a fan of Brighton’s nude beach, and I try to get down there from London a couple of times a year during the summer. I love the chance to just strip off and enjoy being naked in the company of other like-minded people. And if some of them want to enjoy the sight of my unclothed body, that’s fine with me. This summer, I was especially lucky, because the Thameslink rail company had a promotion for cheap day returns in August, so I...
InterracialI had not been having the greatest of days. First my car wouldn't start. Somehow the headlight switch was turned to always be on. My husband called and had a friend stop by for a jump start. Then that guy's car had sputtered and died blocking the driveway because he was low on gas. We had to wait for yet another friend to bring a gas can. When I finally arrived at work, my boss had asked me to step into his office. The company was struggling, and they had decided to downsize. I was given a...
BisexualAt 11:20 my cell phone rang. I smiled broadly as I answered. "Hello, Beautiful, what's up?" "Um, hi. Sir, I don't think I can make it to lunch, and," she said. "Hey!" I interrupted. Into the silence, I continued in a reasonable tone, saying, "When I saw the number, I thought I was getting a call from a friend about our lunch date. Friends can cancel lunch dates. That's okay." After a short pause, she quietly said, "Um, okay. I'm stuck with a customer an hour away, and I feel bad about...
Straight SexInappr opriate Father+Sister Team-Rape StoryDescription: In this story, a girl seduces her father into a heavy kinky relationship, then convinces him to rape and torture his other daughter with her.An important disclaimer: Everything in this story is purely fantasy, and should never happen in real life. Each character and event is purely fictional. The plot involves actions which are immensely, inexcusably morally wrong. If you have any hesitation about this distinction between fantasy and real...
Liz had to pause her video game. Her dad sounded mad. She rushed into the living room, to find her dad standing and her brother Cody sitting on the couch, looking sullen. "Yeah dad?" she asked. She asked innocently because she genuinely had no idea what was supposed to be wrong. "I just caught your brother in the bathroom masturbating." Taken aback, Liz cracked a grin, then tried to be serious, then cracked another grin. "Um, really? You're telling me this because?" "So do you have...
It started out as a simple thought, and as all thoughts go, this one was pretty far fetched, even for me.My name is Tom Sloane. I’m a scientist, a physicist by education, but I work in renewable energy. It’s been my passion. The last fifteen years of my life have been dedicated to alternative forms of energy creation, and I think we’ve cracked it. I truly do.I run a pretty small business; at the moment it consists of a few well-informed colleagues who are also friends and of course my wife. It...
HumorHi again sparsh here again with a new experience. I am having sum work at Pune so this time I decided to go by train to see the cities between Delhi and Pune rather than to go by plane. So on the day I reached the station in time and entered in the sleeper. Train was ready to go; the other person who has to share the cabin with me was not available. Suddenly conductor guard appeared, a woman of age 40 to 45 was with him. Conductor guard told her that mam there is no any other seat available on...
The first story is actually a prequel involving my then long-term college girlfriend, Kate, (Bree 1 - Kate) which lead to Bree 2 – Girlfriend’s Big Surprise, Bree – 3 the third story with Bree being the main participant; The fourth story is the sequel: Bree 4 - Wife’s Accidental Encounter With The Donkey, followed by Bree 5 – Bree and Suzanne Go To The Mountains and then the sequel Bree 6 – The Awakenings, Bree 7 – Shannon’s Encounter with Jake the Donkey, Bree 8 – The Reunion (a stand alone...
It happened quite some time ago when I was under pressure at work and with a chronically ill wife. I really had no sexual outlet other than periodic masturbation in private, since my wife was unable to participate in sex over a period of several years. Perhaps I should have been satisfied with solo sex, but I felt I needed something more. I did not want to get involved with other women, even though I had nothing against sex with women (I guess it was a marriage thing.) I had never really...
Gay MaleShe lay beside me breathing softly her hair a dark fan across the alabaster silk of her pillow case one breast partially exposed and looking so inviting but I stay my hand for she will wake and the spell will be broken her tiny foot peeks out from the sheet and I long to kiss her delicate toes and the sole of her foot so soft so sweet she is I can't believe she lays beside me yet there she is...Patricia and I met in the most unlikeliest of places we were both in India on holiday I had always...
I was intoxicated by her from the moment I set eyes on her – A guest lecturer at the university. As soon as she walked into the room everything seemed in her control. She was tall and slim but not the twiggy kind of slim you see on catwalks. Her body looked full and voluptuous, the perfect hourglass shape. She had long, thick brown hair that seemed to glide down over her shoulders and back. Her features were all proportionate and even but the one thing that stood out were her cheekbones; high...
LesbianAs the function continues, my anxiety grew. It took me about an hour to extract myself out of it. Now I started thinking about how to get hold of the teasing little minx and the ravage her like she would have never imagined, where to look first? Maybe the same place where she disappeared to before she left. Asking around was not much help but I did know that she changed her clothes and left the party hall without anything. Bit more of looking around, found the clothes she wore in the evening,...
“Master J and Miss Cyn are from home. By your look, you are Miss Surprise ... and these are?” asked the butler. Only JW, I thought. “My guests.” I said. “A surprise.” “Amelia?” said the man. It was obvious he was speaking to our chauffeur. “Have you retrieved their luggage?” “Yes, Mr. Kwan.” “Please to assist Mary,” Mr. Kwan instructed her. “Yes, Mr. Kwan.” She disappeared in the nether regions of the apartment. “Master J and Miss Cyn are at the boat,” Mr. Kwan said. “If you wish, I...
Saturday? I was full of nervous and excited energy. I could hardly believe my luck and half expected it all to be some big disappointing joke. But there was no chance I would risk passing this up. I gave the taxi driver the address Sarah had given me and sat quietly in the back seat, running over the conversation in my mind again and again. Sarah, the gorgeous, fierce blonde from the office had approached me in the late hours of our office party and made me a proposition. "So, I live in a big...
Introduction: Life goes on after the death of a loved one. Sometimes, it moves faster than others… Joe died&hellip, Those words resonated in my mind for two nights and the day in between. He had been one of the best friends Id ever had. He loved to play music, I loved to listen. Joe was accomplished on piano, banjo, guitar, mandolin and his biggest asset&hellip, bullshit. He could look you in the eye and make you believe the hair on his head was blue, instead of black. He was the best in the...
When intuitive reader Sammie Six tries to put one over on Derrick Pierce, the reading does not go as planed. Derrick exposes Sammie’s scam and takes her down a notch with hard punishment, anal sex, caning, bondage, and flogging. That’s right blonde cutie Sammie Six must be taught a lesson and Derrick is just the man to do it. Tied up and naked Sammie is scared of what Derrick is going to do to her. He starts with the flogger and whips her big tits, her thighs, her back , her ass until...
xmoviesforyouEver wake up and feel you have just gone to bed? That was me this sunny morning. I couldn’t even say it was early, the k**s were already on their way to school and hubby had left for work as usual. No! What I needed was something to get up for. Kicking off the bed clothes, I headed for the shower maybe that would bring me around. The hot stream of water cascaded down my body. I looked at my breasts okay they weren’t as perky as they used to be but my nipples were nice and big. I couldn’t resist...
Charles by now was also playing with his cock and rubbing my ass. I got so turned on that I reached over and started playing with Paul’s cock. After I stroked him a few times, he said, “If you want to try it out for size, go ahead.†NYC Bath HousePart-1-of-1 This happened to me several years back when I was in New York City on business. One night all my work buddies went back to our hotel, so I found myself alone running around the city looking for some interesting fun. Well after a few drinks...
Sex With StrangerS U R P R I S E ! ! ! ! the shrill voices yelled as someone turned the lights and music on. Confetti went airborne and noisemakers rattled and honked wildly. ‘What the heck?’ I stammered in total shock. I stood stunned for a long second before realizing what was going on. Then I looked at all the happy faces gathered for this little surprise 21st birthday party of mine. Except for Charlie and his band, it was all women. To be more specific, I quickly noticed that it was mostly my customers...
I believe it was late April that year I saw the dust from the riders as I looked up from stacking firewood. An oak had split the week before from a lightning strike in the west pasture. Cleo and Sage heard the horses long before I did, their ears perked up as they stared off into the distance anticipating the arrival. My Winchester was leaning against the fence, so I grabbed it, cocked it and laid it on the top rail for easy access as I waited for whoever was riding up. I don't get many...
HistoricalIt had been months since I had indulged my sissy urges. I have been spending a lot of time in chastity and had been locked up for 8 days when I decided I had to have a real cock inside me. I messaged my usual older daddy and was disappointed to find out he was out of the country. Too horny to wait I placed an ad on Craigslist and narrowed it down to an older guy with a decent looking cock and made a date for the next day. I spent the morning getting ready and just as I was about to leave he...
Tallahassee, FloridaAn athletic young mid-twenties black man was running along a lake edge jogging path on the outskirts of town. He enjoyed running along this path which made about a three-mile circle encompassing a gorgeous serene lake surrounded by live oak trees thick with hanging spanish moss. He loved seeing the thick reeds that extended up from the smooth waters, the large swaths of water lilies and watching the water birds diving into the waters in search of a fish dinner. It was a...
Straight SexAuthors Note: This probably won’t make sense if you haven’t read ‘Hold Me Tight’. — Helen walked home in the early morning light, tired and aching. She’d gone to Bryan, needing to feel closeness, comfort… Love. And she’d found all of it with him. Sighing, the blonde rummaged around in her bag, looking for her keys, and opened the door to her shared apartment slowly. The sound of raised voices greeted her, and the young woman shook her head, tiptoeing through the hall and into the smaller...
This was happened during the period that my wife was delivering her second baby. Some complications were aroused then she had to stay at the hospital for special medical attention. This caused big difficulties to the day to day work at home because we have another child at the age of two years to look after carefully. And I had to go my office which was 5 to 6 km away from my house, every day. As a solution to this problem we had decided to find a servant. We had hard time to find a suitable...
FetishSigh ... I get the feeling I'm typing into the void here. Nobody has found a way to post anything here for me to see. Or nobody has anything to say to me? I wish someone could tell me that they're reading, or have contacted the police, or at least tell me if there's some way to get around this firewall so I can get to the rest of the internet! Ok, I realized I've forgotten to describe the guy. So, he's about six feet tall, he has a scraggly little beard, and short brown hair. No...
The endless banality of the grey, thick forest was disturbed only by the sounds of its foreign intruders. The constant scrape of wood being dragged along the ground served as a backing for the feet marching through the undergrowth, out of sync. It was like music being played by a trio with no souls. Sometimes when Rachele looked back at the mattress she was pulling all she could see upon it was death. It was hard to articulate what death looked like exactly, except that it was bloody and...
Michele and Polly sat in Michele’s lounge drinking tea and smoking. “So? Inspector Burgess?” Michele asked. “Well you know the Matron runs a prostitution ring and that most of the clients are the elite of CMH and the hoi polloi who make up their close circle of friends,” Polly went on. “Well us girls and our punters need protection. We need protection from other organisations that provide similar services and our punters need protection from anyone who might use their peccadillos to...
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When Bill returned to the kitchen there were enticing smells of bacon and freshly made coffee. "Ah, there you are. I can do the eggs now," said Wendy happily. "Which do you want scrambled or fried?" "Fried, please. Did you find the orange juice?" "I didn't look actually." "Like some?" "Yes, please." Bill poured two glasses and gave her one. Neither said anything as the eggs cooked. Indeed, nothing was said as they enjoyed their breakfast. As they turned to their coffee,...
Karen was five months along. I find pregnant women intensely appealing. They give off a feeling of hope and possibility and renewal. They confirm the elegance of nature. Tell me I'm with my pregnant woman, and I need none of the other elements which ordinarily make a situation erotic. We were walking back to her house one afternoon. I stopped near the corner and turned to her to rub her belly. Her condition was unmistakable. She made a satisfied sound that came from deep within her throat....
Well, seemed like a plan to me, so she waited around till I finished up for the night, and we went to another bar just up the street. We got a booth in the back and she slid real close to me. After the drinks came, she started nibbling on my neck while her hand was making its way up my inner thigh. I had my arm around her shoulder and I used my hand to lift her face and kissed her. It was a soft wet kiss. By then she had her hand on my hard dick, and started kissing me with more passion. Her...
‘Two Sides to Every Story’ This story is purely fictional and was co-written by my friend and co-author, Alex999 Lead in sentence: When one romance writer helps another cure a hopeless case of writer’s block, you know its going to be erotic. I’m Alex and my wife’s name is Pearl. We both love to write erotic romance and, in fact, that is how we first met. From then on, even after we married, we continue to write stories to supplement our fantasies. We are now toying with the idea of sharing...
THE COCK SHAPED CARROT. I lay there on the grass watching the stranger who had just taken my virginity disappear through the trees,finger in my wet boihole,pulling my finger out & tasting it,Mmmmm was I enjoying his taste.I must have lay there about thirty minutes,before I made a move,thinking what he had done to me & thinking what he would maybe do to me tomorrow."Fuck I don,t even know his name",I said out loud,talking to myself.I picked my clothes up & my Backpack off the grassy...
Hello friends, mera naam siddharth hai aur mai 20 years ka hu aur mai indore se hu. Mai apko batana chayunga ki smart hu athletic body hai aur achi height hai aur ab mai apni girlfriend ke bare mai batata hu. uska naam sakshi tha aur kya figure tha uska koi bhi dekh le. To uska turant khada ho jaye kher age dekhiya bahot maza ayega ok aur uska figure hai 34-28-34 aur kayamat dhati thi. aur mere dick ka size hai 8 inch aur kifa mota hai aur kisi bhi ladki bhabi ya aunty ko poore maze dena ka...
Although my wife rarely works nowadays, it was her endeavours which helped us achieve this lofty status. Most of her time during her 30’s years, plus a year or two either side, and apart from the obvious three pregnancies, she worked as a private consultant, which was an occupation she seemed to have greatly enjoyed. In truth, I was never quite comfortable with her often being away from home, sometimes for several days at a time, especially with having to leave our infant and growing children...
Ohh yes i remember it well, I was twelve he was a s*******n yr old neighbor paid by my dad to keep me from getting jumped after school. We'd meet at the side exit as usual long after other school mates had gone. He'd hold my books and say things like" i dont know why they pick on you, your beautiful and special " i soon would believe him, He took me back to his house telling me my dad said it was ok, he asked did i think he was beautiful i said yes, We laid on his bed he asked could he kiss me...
You are an animated inhabitant of Toonopolis, a colorful cartoon city. A typical day in Toonopolis involves mayhem such as anvils falling from the sky and folks chasing each other around with giant mallets, but when the animators aren't watching, things happen that aren't always suitable for Saturday morning viewing. For instance, on one particular bright and cheerful day, you are walking down the cartoon street to your cartoon house, when you hear a strange buzzing sound. You look up to see...
Leslie Says Yes - ConclusionStandard Disclaimer - These are fictional stories. The names have been changed to protect identities. You must be over 18 to read this story. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of this story. Some time in the night, Leslie had either gone to the bathroom or just repositioned herself. I woke up spooning her naked backside. I quickly fell back asleep. When I next opened my eyes, everything was still dark. Hmm, I thought to myself, this can't be right. I went to move my...
Actually, it didn’t take that long before I had my own in-the-flesh participatory sexual experience while hitchhiking. The recollection of the afternoon the prior summer in the back of that pickup was still fresh in my mind. And the look that young girl had as she jerked off the farmhand was forever emblazoned on my mind. On this particular June day I was hitching a ride back from a neighbor kid’s graduation at Bowdoin College in Maine. I had ridden up with his parents and the plan was for me...
The extra workers had departed and the chaos was becoming organised again. While TJ led his EVA teams, Orville wound up his cadcam manufactories with Cedric overseeing the programming of the cadcams and upgraded cluster frames and missiles spewed forth (after some human intervention like final assemblies and programme booting — there is a limit to robotic help level). The dock passages were use as temporary storage. TJ and his team removed the sealing material from the cone—hull joins,...
There are a few things everyone knows about demons. The pick these things up from books. Most of these things aren't true, of course. The biggest one is that demons are from Hell. Nope. Weird, right? Where else would demons come from? Well, the answer to that is twofold. Number one, there is no hell. At least, none that I've come across, and I've been in this game for a while. Number two, there is somewhere else for them to come from. In fact, you'd be surprised to learn, we make demons. Every...
FantasyIntroduction: Breakfast anyone…? I wake up to hear you in the kitchen. I get dressed and ready for work, our normal routine. I come around the corner and see you standing there. I stop in shock. My eyes trace your form from head to foot and back. I cant believe me eyes. Youre standing in nothing but an apron making breakfast. I slowly cross the room, still not sure if Im awake or still asleep dreaming. I can see the beads of sweat rolling down your neck. You wipe them off with your palm and...
You see all these ads on TV about heart attacks and wonder will it happen to you. You never know! I was having what I thought was a bit of indigestion so I decided to go to the local hospital and have them take a look at me. I usually would just take some antacid for something like that but I felt like this time I was passed that stage of treatment and needed a more in depth treatment. So I drove myself to the hospital and checked in. Once there I sat in the waiting room for about 15 minutes...
The girls turned onto Amber's street, still hand in hand, side by side. Amber led Hanna through the doors of a two story apartment building, and up the stairs to the second floor. They walked to the left, coming to a halt in front of apartment 2B. Hanna started to let go of Amber's hand."It's okay, my Dad doesn't care. He's most likely drunk anyway." Amber said as she grabbed Hanna's hand, holding it again, tighter than she had been holding it.Hanna didn't know what to say. Amber unlocked the...
Love Stories"Did you enjoy the day, darling?" Joan asked Ted. He was rubbing at his eyes, his young face sleepy. He nodded at his mother, smiling widely. "Fawn is really something, isn't she?" Joan said, feeling the need to talk. "I've never known anyone as ready to fuck as she is, man or woman." She paused, then giggled. "Except you and me, that is." Ted sat at the end of the couch, his feet up on the cushions, facing his mother. Joan turned toward him, drawing her knees up and...
It seemed my wife Dee and I had picked a good weekend for an overnight stay in town. It was a lovely hot sunny Saturday morning as we drove in and both were in a relaxed and playful mood. Dee was feeling quite flirty and contented so even wore a nice thin cotton dress to travel in and, as I discovered within the first ten minutes, no panties! I had slipped my hand up onto her bare thigh, which I could never resist, had a little stroke upwards and felt the soft bareness of exposed pussy on the...
My name is Ed, and my wife Sue and I were both forty-one years old at the time of the first story. We lived in the Atlanta area when our son Tommy was nineteen years old and going to college in Florida. Our home was only a half mile from his old high school and was separated by a heavily-wooded park. I jogged in the park every day. On one occasion I came upon a group of boys and snuck up on them to hear what they were saying. It was a group of football players trying to harass my neighbor’s...