Stigmata Martydom Ch 01
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2.
In the middle of the woods a man stood with an axe preparing to cut enough firewood to protect him from the coming cold of winter. He was a tall man with long thick hair that had been slicked back, and he wore a heavy coat, long pants, and boots to match. Winter was definitely here and all the wildlife had moved to warmer climates or hibernated. With food being scarce he would have to go into the city of West Kingston and buy some food and supplies. Maybe some dried pork or other various food items which have a habit of not rotting on a moment’s notice. He went inside got his pack, and stuffed it full of various items one would need on a short train trip into the city. As he handled the money he looked upon his coins as he put them into his bag. Written around the coins was ‘May the creator watch over you.’ It was quite odd staring at it.
‘Yeah, watch over you’ Said the man. There it was written right on the money, control on a level that they can say ‘hey, we own you.’ He looked up in disgust then put the money into the bag, then slung it over his shoulder and headed out of his cabin and into the mid morning. The sun shined on his skin and his long brown hair and stubble. He was kind of built and in his late thirties. The birds and various other animals though scarcer during these winter months, were still going about their daily lives while the man walked silently and solemnly through the forest until he arrived at the outskirts of the train station and the small town that existed to serve those who were in transit from one big city to the other. It was nice to see the farms that lay off in the distance. He suspected that they grew some kind of wheat but now with the winter now in full swing it would be impossible to grow anything. He noted that it resembled a barren wasteland but still organized. Like the land was nothing more than a dead slave to which it’s master would inanely summon to do tasks which it could not complete. He walked past the empty tracks, there was only one train parked and it was headed towards the opposite city to which he needed. He needed to get to the city of West Kingston. It wasn’t the largest city but it was full of the supplies which he needed. And West Kingston always had a habit of being free of unwanted attention.
The man walked out of the forest and onto the train station platform where he could buy his ticket. He slowly approached the window and knocked on it. An old man lifted the blinded window and smiled softly.
‘Name and destination stranger?’
‘My name is Henry, I need a ticket to West Kingston.’
‘Sounds good it’s four copper pieces for a ticket.’ Henry reached into his pocket and pulled out the money and then handed it to the old man. And then exchanged it for a ticket.
‘The train arrives at one thirty, now remember trains like to leave exactly on time, so know where you are around one twenty-five.’
Henry took this into consideration, and sat on a bench waiting for the train to come. Whipping out a whittled pipe he had made. And began to smoke a little of what could best be described as the kind of drug that was his own secret recipe. It was mellow and not the kind of thing to dilute the mind but a stronger reliever than your average herb and it lacked some of the nasty after effects. Plus the smoke would fill the air with a luxurious aroma. Which left him smelling quite good when he hurried onto the train. He found a car and sat in one of the seats and looked at the clock and of course at exactly one thirty the train left the station. Henry found himself dosing off and soon fell asleep entirely
‘WEST KINGSTON!’ the conductor shouted waking Henry from his sleep. He got out of the train and the sun was cascading an orange light on the whole of the small city. As Henry got out of the train and headed down towards the market street. He was reminded of a younger and much stupider age. The West Kingston market was like a bazaar that you would find in older Middle Eastern countries. The streets were lined with shop after shop each person trying to sell to whoever was passing by. The main staple of West Kingston was fishing and farming. West Kingston was a city born as a port for fish and a center area where many farms took their goods for sale. This would have everything that Henry needed for another portion of the long winter. He went and bought meats and any fruit or vegetable that wouldn’t spoil quickly. Even thought this was the dead of winter some farms from the south were less affected by winter. He finished up and headed away from the market area which lay towards the east of the city and headed towards the western area close to the docks.
Henrys visits to west Kingston were usually short but he always had at least one reason to stick around longer. He walked down a street, turning a corner walking onto the boardwalk he looked ahead and saw a small building with a sign hanging blowing in the wind. The bars name was Ramona’s and it had been one of his favorite bars since as long as Henry cared to regale. It was a small bar at the corner of a street. Henry looked up at the now darkened sky and smiled as he walked into the bar. It was busy tonight as he looked around at the various people who seemed to be enjoying their night out. He sat on a bar stool in the dimly lit area and waved his hand at the closest barkeep to bring him a bit of whiskey. He saw two men sitting at the far end of the bar wearing what seemed like military uniforms more closely resembling that of S.S. uniforms only their clothes were off white they both wore necklaces with small spearheads attached they were drinking, members of the Faith. Henry had to be quiet, they may be two thugs but they could end up having an undesirable impact. He raised his hand and asked for another shot of whiskey. It came some seconds later by a pretty blonde bartender. He shot the drink back tasting bitterness, and then burning in his throat that was followed by a warming sensation in his chest.
Then out of the corner of his eye he saw the flaming red hair of a beautiful woman. There she was, Ramona. She was in her late thirties and you could begin to see the signs of aging and the impact that a hard life has on a person. She looked at the two thugs with horrid disgust but she still served them drink after drink. A thug may be a horrible thing, but money is money Henry reminded himself. That had always been Ramona’s logic. They had once been lovers not so long ago. But something had happened between them and he wasn’t sure if things would get better. He wondered if they could still talk. And yet a part of him wanted to look over. And soon he found himself doing just that. His eyes caught a look of disgust on her face, which quickly turned to surprise when she caught a glimpse of Henry’s face.
‘Bartender hand us another drink and be quick, we’re on a mission.’ One of the thugs shouted. ‘Some kind of underground newspaper has been talking nonesense about the Faith and they’ve been going on for too long.’
Henry dared to look at her again and Ramona shot him a look followed by her voice penetrating his thoughts ‘get out, get out while you still have the chance.’ Instead of heeding these words Henry felt a mad resolve wash over him. He reached into his pocket and began to grip his switch blade. He held it in secret and was ready to act if the thugs got out of hand.
‘That’s interesting isn’t it?’ Ramona said to the thugs. ‘Well we always look forward to supporting the cause. God knows the Faith needs all the help it can get with all these rogues running around.’
‘You’re darn right!’ the other thug said with a smile. ‘They think they are so much better than everyone else. They think that they don’t have to abide by the law. Don’t you know that god rules this land? That god can heal this land if he is able to consolidate all people into his divine hand.’ The two men cheered and clinked glasses before washing down their large pints of beer.
‘Oh speaking of which we were wa
rned to be on the lookout in west Kingston for somebody.’ The second thug then unsheathed a large sword and held it in the sky in one hand and held a poster in the other hand.
‘HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN!’ the second thug shouted. He got up with a drunken stupor and walked around the bar. Henry was wanted by the Faith he had done something’s in his past that he wasn’t quite proud of and as soon as Henry saw the parchment his mind immediately leapt into action. Could it be me? How do they know where I frequent? Henry was ready get the drop on the drunken fool. Henry turned his head and the thug was now standing over him waving the poster. ‘My good sir have you seen,’ Henry turned to stare at the man holding the poster. With a sudden sense of drunken awareness the man recognized that Henry was sitting at the bar looking up at him with nonchalant eyes. ‘It’s you Hen-‘
Henry moved with lightning quick speed and the switch blade left Henry’s pocket almost as fast as he returned it. The man stood there midsentence with his neck completely cut and bleeding everywhere before he collapsed onto the ground flat as the beer that Ramona only dared serve these Faith thugs and now a paranoid ex-boyfriend.
‘My god! You killed him!’ one of the customers shouted as they all began to run out of the bar screaming. Immediately all the people at the bar tripped over themselves except for Henry who poured himself a drink of whiskey then shot it back. Then the room was empty except for Ramona and the second drunken thug standing there with an angry look on his face. Thinking quickly Ramona grabbed the thug by the back of his head and bashed his face into the mug which had been drinking from.
‘Filthy asshole,’ Ramona said focusing her attention directly on Henry. Her face staring directly at Henry her eyes seemingly piercing Henry’s soul and making him feel like a little boy who had gotten caught eating desserts before dinner. ‘So you had to go and kill him. You had to come to this bar!? Well you are you as dumb as ever aren’t you? No don’t answer that, you are. You’ve just been in the woods smoking some of your own herbs and trying to become one with nature or some stupid crap that you’re always talking about right?’
Henry was at a loss for words. The situation had went and past so suddenly. He knew he shouldn’t have stayed around in an urban area the way he had but something had been calling to him something still was calling to him. He wasn’t sure if it was Ramona or if it was something else.
‘Um you look very pretty Ramona,’ was the only thing Henry could say trying to smile even thought he was filled with terror, more of what Ramona would do to him and less of what the Faith might think about this whole incident. And he knew about five seconds later that, that was the absolute wrong thing to say in a situation such as this. Her slap came fast and hard.
‘I’M PRETTY!? YOU START A FIGHT IN MY BAR, GET THE FAITH HOT ON YOUR TRAIL! AGAIN! AND ALL YOU CAN THINK TO DO IS TRY TO FLIRT WITH ME!? OR GIVE ME SOME IDIOTIC COMPLIMENT!? I MEAN MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE DENSE BEFORE BUT I MEAN THIS JUST TAKES THE CAKE, YOU KNOW THAT?’
Henry looked down at the dead body then back up to Ramona. ‘Well I should be going now don’t you think?’ He said with a slight air of defeat as he began to walk out of the bar.
‘No, wait stop,’ Ramona said tugging his arm back. ‘Look I’m just pissed off I mean come on that was stupid. That doesn’t mean I’m going to abandon you. It’s not like you won’t be able to make it out there with the faith running around. Come on, this building has a basement that no one knows about, you can stay until things calm down enough that you can actually walk out of here without someone trying to crucify you.’ She led him to a backroom where Henry began to look up and down at the skimpy dress she was wearing. It was unlike her she usually wore pants, but she knew how to make money so she would sacrifice her comfort if it would make a few bucks. Henry took some clothes from a closet that was in the room. Then he followed Ramona up to the second floor which was used as a small apartment for Ramona. Once at the top she grabbed some money from the bar vault. Then they both went back to the backroom where she opened a secret passage in the floor that led to the basement. It stunk, but there was food and water.
3.
There were always shadows crisscrossing Benjamins dreams. He could never escape them but he knew that they were there inside his brain smoldering him. Tonight he saw a grimacing face that smiled a dark and evil smile. Slowly more emerged he could see fire red hair and yellow eyes glimmering like pieces of amber. The emerging figure had straight hair that came down covering his eyes but the bright yellow still shown through like a demonic light. He wore on his head an old bowler had curved down making his whole thin face seem all the more demonic.
‘Kill them,’ the creepy looking man said. Benjamin could see more of the emerging figure from the shadows. The man was wearing a black suit with a black blazer, in his hand he held a large hatchet. ‘Kill them all. I’m going to spill your guts and take over this useless sack of meat. I should be in control, me!’ He continued ranting as he walked closer and closer. The man’s black blazer was blowing in the wind showing off his button up shirt. His pants came into view now they were black as night with overall straps now coming into focus as he walked closer and closer. A long tie hung around his neck blowing from side to side. His face continued to smile as he moved closer and closer.
‘What’s going on?’ Benjamin asked with fear in his voice. The red headed monster kept moving towards the boy faster and faster not breaking his stare at Benjamin. Soon the crazed demon was running as fast as he could.
‘I’m going to kill you,’ he said as he began to laugh madly. He was now only a few inches from Benjamin still laughing he pulled the hatchet back getting ready to swing. The hatchet came down and Benjamin closed his eyes as he tried shield himself. He heard a clang. He opened his eyes and there was his older brother Thomas with a sword in hand blocking the mad man’s assault. ‘You again! Why must you always interfere you useless trash.’ The demon shouted.
‘Ben, go now. I’ll hold him off as long as I can. You are weakest in your dreams. Quickly you need to wake up. I’ll hold him here. But you must live brother.’ Tom was twenty three, his hair was long and brown, he wore a long trench coat and had grey pants that matched his coat. His shoes were shined to perfection. Looking at his brother with amazement he smiled and turned and ran as fast as he could.
What was going on? One minute it was a normal dream and now this nightmare monster shows up. And the man or creature always had a habit of coming through his dreams and was once again back trying to kill him. His dreams were getting worse this was the first time the monster had gotten so close as to nearly end his life. And why was his brother in his dreams? He had always had memories of what his brother looked like before he left home. But never something that looked so recent. It was like he wasn’t looking at a memory. It was like it was really his brother. Things were getting too weird for him to understand. His mind was reeling he had to wake up he had to wake up for god sakes if only he could just wake up.
He blinked his eyes and he was in his dark bedroom. He could hear the sounds of the city bustling all around him. Sirens were blaring, someone was after someone in an ever turning nonsensical cycle. Welcome to West Kingston he thought the land that doesn’t sleep.
‘I’m going to get you, you filth. Mark my words before the end of this month you’ll be mine. And then oh the fun and havoc we’ll be able to have.’ The mad man’s voice screamed in his head. It was louder than ever. And he couldn’t do anything to shut the voices up they were getting worse and worse. And at times Benjamin felt like just commit
ting suicide in order to a leave this horrible pain racked in his brain. He lit the candle next to his bed and headed down the stairs. The day was early but he had recently taken an apprenticeship at a local printing press. He changed into some work clothes and headed out of the small house into the early morning air. It was his job to get in to sort through the latest stories and help decide which would get in or not. But these voices they wouldn’t leave him alone. It was like there was some big battle going on inside his brain and he couldn’t get the two sides to calm down even for a bit. His mind was whirling. Quickly he thought go to the local tea shop and grab a piece of bread that’ll at least get your mind on something tasty rather than the war of the mind that was happening right now. Then he would get to work and concentrate you can drown out these voices with the concentration needed for work. But god just think about something think about something you can drown out the voices now if you just concentrate hard enough, you can drown out those voices you can, Benjamin thought.
He crossed the street and burst out into a run. Yes that’s it if I keep running I can get the voices to stop. Oh dear god just please stop for god sakes shut up. Benjamin ran up to the tea shop across the street and slammed open the door. He entered and tried to act casual as if nothing was the matter as he walked up slowly to the man behind the counter. Benjamin smiled and ordered a bagel and was reaching into his pocket when he heard the voice of the mad man ringing in his head again this time stronger than ever.
‘You filth, it should be me out there enjoying all the fruits of life you take for granted.’ The mad man said from inside his head.
‘No don’t listen to him. Keep calm brother we’ve got it under control.’ His brother spoke. And then Benjamin felt his brain begin to split in two. He looked at the portly man who was at the counter making the bagel and naming off the prices and trying to desperately. Yet he could feel his mind reeling and a scream swelling to the top of his lungs and then he burst like a firecracker.
‘WHATS GOING ON HERE!!!’ Benjamin shouted at the top of his lungs while the man at the counter stood shocked with a bagel in his hand.
‘I’m sorry I had to raise the price recently.’ The man said clearly on the verge of tears. ‘Would you still like the bagel?’ the man now said breaking into tears. Benjamin looked down embarrassed and frowned as he raised his head.
‘Yeah, sorry about that. I’m not having the best of days lately.’ Benjamin said as he paid for the bagel then exited the building. Just outside hung a wanted poster with a bearded man’s face on it. The poster read like this.
Wanted: Henry Grace
Crime: Murder
Note: the man is highly dangerous enemy of the faith. He’s known to have healing powers able to heal any wound. Caution suspect is armed and very dangerous.
May god be with you. The faith is always protecting you.
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I am a 46 year old married guy...I have a beer belly but otherwise not bad looking 6'2" 250 tatoos and an average 6 inch cut cock. I have always been turned on by both men and women but never had sex with a guy although i did have dreams about it. One day I left the wife and kids home to go fishing. I got to the lake and in my favorite spot was a tall (6'6" about 150 pounds) skinny young guy. Since there was enough room for 2 I asked if he minded if I took the spot next to him. He said...
GayFrank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals “I know. By five sexy bimbos,” moaned my bimbo wife Alice from the expensive surround sound. She was on the TV screen dominating the living room cuddled against Director Steffen. He headed the FDA’s Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition, who certified all cosmetic products. Like the bimbo serum I wanted to sell and make billions with. “Isn’t that wonderful?” “Yes, it is,” I grinned, my hand bobbing Margarete’s head up and down my cock. I...
I SAW HER EVERY MORNING ON THE TUBE, SHE ALWAYS WORE SHEER TIGHTS, SEEING HER I WOULD IMAGINE ALL THE THINGS I COULD DO TO HER.I WOULD IMAGINE LAYING HER ON MY BED TYING HER HANDS AND ANKLES, HITCHING UP HER SKIRT TO EXPOSE THE GUSSET OF HER TIGHTS BUT NO PANTIES,SHE WOULD BE CLEAN SHAVEN.I WOULD TRACE A FINGER UP AND DOWN HER INNER THIGHS MAKING HER GASP, AS MY FINGER GOT CLOSER TO HER PUSSY SHE WOULD BUCK HER HIPS AS IF WILLING ME TO FINGER FUCK HER, BUT ID HAVE SOMETHING ELSE PLANNED FOR...
When we reached the barn, I tapped the horn and killed my engine, Tom appeared from a nearby doorway to help me carry him inside. Once inside, we staged him in a variety of poses, with an assortment of backgrounds and of course, in descending levels of clothing. We used what he’d managed to put together as well as the articles he had in the shopping bag and in his current state, his eyes were open for almost every shot for that ‘realistic’ look. All the still photos would eventually end up...
Very early the next morning, I was with a power company pole truck and crew that hurriedly planted a pole near the compound, but on the other side of the road, between the power lines and the road. We were making it look like we were a regular construction crew, complete with transit, sighting toward the open area between the compound and the Mosque. We dug a hole in the front and another in the rear of the Mosque in areas that were in a direct line with buildings in the compound. The...
Madge raised her juice-stained face from between Babs' splayed legs and grinned at her sister. She smacked her lips, relishing the last traces of the younger girl's cum. "You're right. Jake's cock is still hard! Guess we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" While Babs watched excitedly, Madge lay on her back, her legs drawn up and parted widely. Jake responded to Babs' push on his haunches, and he immediately trotted over to the older girl. "Fuck her, Jake! She needs it...
My name is Sam Davies. I'm a rich, influential Hollywood agent. My life is quite standard for my job, although I have always found it quite hard to stay professional with so many hot women around me. I could fuck ordinary women, but they weren't enough for me, I wanted the "elite" ones. But, on the other hand, I didn't want a sexual harassment charge, so I've always been forced to stay professional. That is, until today. Today, I woke up and saw that I'd got a letter. It read: Dear Mr....
Mind ControlLast week on our weekly visit to our local adult bookstore and theater the owner who we know quite well asked me if he could use my sub slut wife over the weekend to kick off the new section of his shop as a live model. We walked to the back room that was closed and when we entered it was a fetish heaven. Rows and rows of leather, latex and Bdsm tools and some Furnature all for sale. The owner said that my wife would be dressed and attached to several of the items in the store. In stead of...
I got up Sunday in a much better mood then I was in after my loss in Mario Kart, last night. My parents like usually were nowhere to be found. Mom was probably at the country club with her girlfriends and dad was off on a business trip still. My brother had gone out and I was left home alone. By lunch time, it had warmed up and was turning into the hottest day of the year so far. Our pool looked so inviting that I felt like I had to go in. I loved the water and went swimming whenever I...
I have been my friend Julia's favorite slave for several years. Julia is the Empress and rules this desert castle. She is descended from a tribe in Africa where the very tall women rule and any men are their slaves. They procreate only with very tall, very black men who are kept chained as slaves and used only for the women's sexual pleasures, and to sit all day carving special likenesses of a penis. The group that she rules were caught in Africa by other tribes and sold to the Spanish who...
Group SexMy earliest memories of my mum go back to when I was about six or seven years old. She would have been about 23 or 24 at that time and I think that was when I first became consciously aware of the fact that my mother was beautiful, with long shapely legs And large tits 38D with big nipples. She had long, brown hair that fell just below her shoulders, brown eyes and full pouty lips which she always painted with bright red lipstick. She loved to wear tight blouses and sweaters. I remember how her...
Hi everybody. I’m Vijay from Delhi. Mai 26year ka hu. main ek well-known family se hu.or ek engineer hu. yaha par main stories regularly padhta hu. par kuch stories muje over acting or vikrut lagti hai. ye mera pehla story hai. jinhe over acting aur vikrut bate sunne ka adat hai wo muje maf kare kyun ki meri story ekdum real hai ye bat un dino ki hai jab main naya naya engineering karke kam pe laga tha, main 22 ka tha. mere ek friend ke ghar pe renovation chal raha tha. Bhabhi bahut hi...
Hanna part 3 It was morning, but not mourning. Hanna slowly awoke, this time in what she assumed to be the cold, harsh reality, save for one thing. The one thing that made her feel at ease was the fact that she had her arms around her lover. Strange dream-images of power and conquest filled her time between waking and sleep. What had it all been? A sign of better things to come? Or merely false hope? Feeling a bit confused, she moved a bit closer to her lover, pressing her breasts...
I’m your neighbor and you knock on my door and ask me if I can help you put up some shelving in your apartment. I get my tools and within an hour the job is done. You ask me how much you owe me and I tell you not to be silly. We’re neighbors.A few hours later I hear a knock on my door. I open it and you are there in what looks like a long t-shirt with a scoop collar. You are barefoot and holding a bottle of wine. You tell me that you wanted to stop by and compensate me for hanging the...
Hi all Indian sex story readers, this is Madhan here, first of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your 11000+ likes Please share your views and correction if any. I don’t know why I always fantasize and enjoy as well as pleasuring mature housewives. Any unsatisfied or wanna have fun type of aunties/girls in and around Mysore/Bangalore can mail/hangout me on , 100% secrecy will be ensured. About Me: I am a Madhan of 27 years, 6″ tall, broad shoulder, not so fair not so dark (south Indian...
I shouldn’t be hungover but I was. I was sprawled out on the bathroom floor, swallowing down the urge to hurl. I hadn’t even drunk the whole bottle. Hell, I don’t think I’d drunk half. Why was I constantly getting sick? Was I fucking cursed? “Babe.” I felt a hand come and check my forehead. I opened my eyes, my vision a little blurry, and found Wes looking down at me. It was weird seeing him in a t-shirt and jeans all the time now that he’d graduated from residency and wasn’t working in a...
The outfits and stuff arrived today. Six huge boxes filled with erotic outfits, it was like Christmas day for perverts. The boxes contained the following:Long Blonde WigMid length Black wigBlack PVC Bed BootsBlack Rubber Stockings (2 pair with a spray to shine them)Black Thigh Length Bed BootsRed shiny PVC Waspie (He bought it without me knowing bless him)Red shiny skin-tight PVC CatsuitBlack shiny skin-tight PVC CatsuitPink shiny PVC Suspender Belt with matching ½ cup braPink shiny PVC Elbow...
George was one of the leaders in the chicken project, “This project came about from our class brainstorming on what we could do to help feed all people. We receive a thousand fertilized eggs from a nearby farmer every week. We ask for donations when we give a certain number of baby chicks away to individuals to help cover our costs. Included with the baby chicks, we provide a pound of food with every chick. We give half of our donations to the farmer that produces the eggs. The other half...
Loving Burqa 2 It had been a few years since I last met her but I knew it was Lisa the moment the door opened. In hindsight, I must admit there was a chance I was mistaken as the woman who opened the door was wearing a sky blue burqa that covered every part of her body. However, I wasn’t wrong.?Lisa!??Becky!? Lisa practically screamed my name as we hugged on the doorsteps of her house. Lisa quickly ushered me into the house where we hugged again, this time with a little jump of...
A couple more from Navarre Have you ever told a white lie? Alice Grayson was to bake a cake for the Baptist Church Ladies’ Group in Tuscaloosa, but forgot to do it until the last minute. She remembered it the morning of the bake sale and after rummaging through cabinets, found an angel food cake mix & quickly made it while drying her hair, dressing, and helping her son pack for scout camp. When she took the cake from the oven, the center had dropped flat and the cake was horribly...
Promptly at sunrise I arrived at the East Gate of Naples old city. From the back of my hired horse I scanned the cluster of mules and men milling around the gate, and one man did indeed stand out from the crowd. As Shadrach had said the man looked less intelligent than the mule he was holding, but it was not just his apparent lack of intelligence that drew my eye to him but also his lack of stature. Although his torso appeared to be of normal size his legs were unnaturally short. His head...
I met Denny through work. He was one of those very, very rare clients whose business wasn't halfway down the S bend when he approached us. His business was doing fine. It was doing incredibly well.He hired us to review every aspect of his current operation, to identify strengths, weaknesses, opportunities and threats and to review his plans for future expansion.It was a very smart move and I was very impressed right from the start. He was an average looking guy, not bad looking but not...
Hello friends, main aapke liye apni pyari behna Sonica ki kahani le kar hazir hoon. Meri behna meri kahanion ki fan bhi hai aur meri ashik bhi hai. Ye kahani main apni Sonica Didi ko samrpit kar raha hoon. Meri behan Sonica ki shadi Rahul se ho chuki hai. Sonica Delhi mein ek bade office mein kam karti thee aur usska affair apne boss Rahul ke saath chal pada tha. Mere papa jo ki Shimla ke ek jamindar hain, iss rishte ke liye razi ho gaye kion ki Rahul ek bahut amir vidhwa Shanti Devi ka beta...
I remember the day clearly. There was twenty of us hidden in a clearing and waiting for the car to come down the back roads. My uncle, the fearless leader of our resistance movement was above me in the tree and had his sniper rifle trained, waiting for the car.Then we heard it and my heart skipped a beat. We had been lay still for over three hours in the dense undergrowth. No-one said a word. The engine noise got louder and louder and then I could see movement through the branches.I could feel...
My First EscapadeHi to all Readers, This is Arjun i'm here to submit my "Escapade" experince which is the third one that i enjoyed in my college . A little bit introduction about me my name is Arjun 26 years old , 5'8 Ft tall and Slim Built guy and to an extent Energetic or Enthusiatic most of the time or a careless mindset guy with enthu always. I'll try to post all my RAVISH experience in a series and will try to narrate it in a intresting way.This Story will be a bit odd to believe but this...
Michelle Johnson and her younger sister Samantha were moving across town to start a new life after their parents were killed in a car accident. Michelle was declared Samantha’s legal guardian in order to prevent her from be placed in a foster home. Samantha had a troubled history and would frequently skip school which resulted in several run ins with the police. Michelle was no saint either. Taking one last look around, they boarded the bus for the ride across town. 19 year old Steve Arron...
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