Winter in Sweden Part 1
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As a young and poor man, my grandfather George Sigfred Nelson left Sweden for the U.S.A…. I believe as a stowaway on a coal ship. Soon, he had to fight in WW2 on a minesweeper where he lost a lung. He persevered and become a successful draftsman, eventually even winning America’s top prize for architecture and building a very small fortune, and retiring to Talent, Oregon(the basic area where my family still lives) where he became famous for his long daily walks, and taught me how to play...
Chapter 28 – Farewell on WednesdayBackpacks are ready, shoes are worn, all tears are cried. Ole says: „Let’s plan for winter or summer next year to spend our holidays together. Not Oestersund, not Cambridge. In summer we can visit Sardinia or in Winter the Alpes. And we should Skpe much more often than we did yet“. That promise we all agree and we find different ideas where to meet and where to go. We leave the house and go to the station. A lot of hot kisses are given but finally the boys...
On the way to Sweden . The first part of this was sent to me by a reader who is on her way to Sweden and a new life with a husband that she had had less than a few months with in the States. I have edited her text a bit to make it a little more readable, but essentially, this is her story. Thank you Sky. Without thought, I find myself walking over to your chair where you are sitting massaging your member watching me with a look I cannot explain because it is as if you are looking...
Sweet Sweden It was a hot and sticky day in London. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, splicing through marshmallow like clouds. I was in the flat, just finishing up some last minute packing. I checked to see if my flight was on time and everything looked good. For my outfit I had finally settled on a denim mini skirt and a teal tank top. I had quite a bit of walking to do so I packed my straw espadrilles and sported a pair of black Nike runners. I looked over the flat one more time...
On the way to Sweden . The first part of this was sent to me by a reader who is on her way to Sweden and a new life with a husband that she had had less than a few months with in the States. I have edited her text a bit to make it a little more readable, but essentially, this is her story. Thank you Sky. Without thought, I find myself walking over to your chair where you are sitting massaging your member watching me with a...
Straight SexThe first part of this was sent to me by a reader who is on her way to Sweden and a new life with a husband that she had had less than a few months with in the States. I have edited her text a bit to make it a little more readable, but essentially, this is her story. Thank you, Sky. Without thought, I find myself walking over to your chair where you are sitting massaging your member watching me with a look I cannot explain because it is as if you are looking right though me,...
Chapter 3 – The SpiesAt 09.30 h next morning the Lindstroems and we are sitting at the kitchen-table having a wonderful breakfast. The Lindstroems offer everything what our hearts desire: Toast, cereals, cheese and bacon, eggs in all forms, coffee, tea and orangejuice. It’s amazing. I see Masha eating with great appetite. Happy and strengthened we discuss the plans for the day. Ella wants to drive to a reindeer farm with Masha and me while Per is working. We agree and at 11.00 h we take our way...
Chapter 49 – The Bug in my EarLooking for help I tell Masha: “I don’t know how I can manage the things that happened between me and my boss. I fear the future”. “Tell him that you are engaged”, she helps me. “You don’t need to say that your love is a woman. Just tell him you will marry soon. I believe that’s the best way”. During the night I can’t forget Masha’s words: “You will marry soon”. Should we talk about wedding? Am I ready for this step? Can I bear the prejudices against lesbian pairs?...
I met this Swedish girl, torturing myself at my gym. Her name is Renka and is over here for 6 months managing some department over at the local Ikea. _She called me up on Friday to meet up for a drink in town after work. Cool I thought. I suggested the Establishment on George St. which she loved as it was like a swanky European bar. __We hit the dance floor in the neighbouring club 'TANK'. Flo-Rida came on which was perfect as she was actually wearing 'Boots with the fur'. This girl could...
I met her entirely by accident. I had a four day conference in Salina, Ks. that I had to attend in connection with my work. Salina was just far enough from where I live that I decided to book a room in the area rather than drive the four hour round trip that it would take each day. Instead of getting a room in one of the many motels in Salina, I decided to book a room for three nights in a little town of about 3500 located 20 minutes south of Salina. I had heard that Lindsborg (also known...
Chapter 44 – Sporty Girls44.1 Swim TrainingMasha and I are members of the university swimming team. Our Scottish trainer, Mr. MacDuff is that what many people would call a hard-ass. One day it happened, that only Masha and I join the training. The bath has a 50 meters pool, some Whirlpools for relaxing, showers and fitting rooms. When we enter MacDuff seems to be very angry about this and welcomes us with the words: “Good afternoon Ladies, fine that at least you two join the training lesson....
Chapter 40 – Summer holidays with Ole and Matti (Part2) 13th August40.1 ConfessionI wake up feeling relaxed. The last night has given me a feeling of warmth and I believe, that my life will bring a lot of experiences and surprises. I decide to tell Masha what has happened. NO SECRETS BETWEEN US. That’s what we promised each other. When I find Masha and me alone in the bathroom I made the confession. Masha asks to my relief with a smile: “Why didn’t you wake me up? Did you enjoy? You know, I am...
Chapter 31 – Masha’s First Time31 Prelude – Sitting TogetherOn a cold December evening Masha and I are sitting together after a long walk through a forest near Cambridge. Masha begins to tell: „I will tell you the story of my first time. Like your teacher story I have never told anyone before. It is not as interesting as your one. But listen. “ 31.1 The Party
Chapter 26 – MondayThis Monday is a working day for all of us. At seven Masha and I return from university after a long and difficult exam and sink down on our sofas. Ten Minutes later I hear the key at our front door and I know the boys come home. Home? In two days they will leave us. We had a lot of fun and I pity. This evening we decide to massage each other. 26.1 Preparation and Who with WhomWe take both mattresses of our beds to the living room and cover them with some towels. Masha has...
Chapter 24 – Friday“Today we have a very special program”, Masha begins at breakfast. “We will meet you at 7.00 pm at the Botanic Garden of your university. First, we’ll have a special meal. And later …”. I grin while Masha’s speaking. I can’t restrain.24.1 The special DinnerWe meet at 7.00 h at the Botanic Garden. Masha leads us to a restaurant with the following sign: You’re looking for something special Something you never did before Enjoy your meal only tasting and smelling Blind Dinner,...
Chapter 21 – Tuesday21.1 SurpriseAfter the same breakfast as yesterday, we all decide to visit London. I see the boys whispering and wonder what it’s all about. „We have a surprise for you“, Matti explains. „It is a little present because we may live here for the week“. „What is it?“, Masha requests. „If we tell you it’s not a surprise anymore“, Matti replies and with a smile on his wonderful face he replies: “I believe, you will love it”. Patiently we must wait what will happen.We take the...
Chapter 19 – An Unexpected Visit – Sunday19.1 ArrivalMasha and I live a few miles west of Cambridge in a three room flat on the third floor. Each of us has a large study bedroom with a desk and a large bed. We share a cosy living room with two little sofas, a table and a TV. Also, we share the kitchen that is large enough to have meals with six persons. Our bathroom is small with only a comfortable shower, a sink and our washing machine.One Sunday in June at 9.00 am our doorbell rings. I press...
Chapter 17 – Return from Trondheim and Last Evening In Oestersund17.1 ReturnLars has bought tickets for the 9.30 h train next morning. We meet at 7.30 h for breakfast and today we are at the station in time. Our journey back home is going well. Masha and I must return home next day at 8.20 am from Oestersund Airport. For our last day the Lindstroems have a surprise for us. We will go on a dog sleigh trip through the area. It’s a trip with three sleighs, one for the guide and the other two for...
Chapter 11 – Anal TryI wake up at 3.00 am and hear a silent sound from the living room. It seems to be music. I silently get up and creep down the stairs. It’s Ole sitting in an armchair and listening to the music of Pink Floyd. „Don’t be frightened, it’s only me“, I whisper. Ole turns around and sends a charming smile in my direction. He beckons me over and I sit down in the other armchair hearing Ole say: „No, no, come here to me“. I sit down on the armrest. Ole starts: „I was unable to...
Chapter 8 – The Friend from EstoniaNext morning Per tells us that he and Ella must leave to visit of Ella’s mother in Goeteborg. She fell and broke her leg. „I can’t say how long we’re going to stay in Goeteborg. It depends on mother’s condition“. The way is too far to drive by car and so Ella asks if Masha, she’s got a driving license, can bring her and Per to the airport of Oestersund. Masha agrees and the three leave at 10.00 am because the Lindstroems must reach their flight at 1.30 pm....
Chapter 47 – In the CinemaA few days later Masha and I decide to watch a film in the cinema. Because it’s a warm sunny summer day we dress like school girls, short tartan skirt, white blouse, no bra and sandals without socks. It’s a love weepie which paints the whole life of a couple that married young, was divorced and married again to live and love forever. We reach the Arthouse Cinema at 7.55 and find a seat in the forelast row. There are only ten more people who want to watch the film and...
The house was quiet as I walked down the stairs. It was still dark outside even though it was past nine in the morning. As I crossed the parquet floor heading for the kitchen I felt a dull ache in my ass. I was still hurting from the previous day’s anal sex with Stefan. It had been lovely ones I got over the initial pain and shock of being penetrated by such a big cock in my tiny hole. Eva had been a great help, guiding and supporting me through the experience. I turned on the light in the...
FetishThe setting sun reflected on the snow piled high on the pine trees outside the tiny window. I craned my neck to try to see the landing strip but it was impossible. With a light bump, the plane settled on the runway and began taxing towards Arlanda airport just outside Stockholm It was February and according to the stewardess who announced our arrival, it was a biting -25C outside. I sighed and told myself I was an idiot for not buying some proper winter clothes in Rome. I had flown there after...
BisexualThis is my story of how college changed me forever, in ways I could never have anticipated before. My name is Nisha and I was always your typical South Indian girl, with traditional parents and an even more traditional approach to boys and in particular, to sex. I had always thought I would find one nice decent guy and wait with him until our marriage day until we consummated our love for each other. Never in my wildest dreams in high school did I imagine myself turning into the slut I became...
This is a story I've written for the nice cuckold couple nickandnicole1 I've been chatting with. Horny lovely people who enjoyed my verbal fucking of his luscious wife. Enjoy!----------------------------------------------------------------------------I meet you in a town in southern Sweden. We’ve talked and Skyped so it’s like seeing old friends. Nicole you even kiss me deep. She tells me she’s been longing for those lips. Nick...
Canoeing on holiday in Sweden.In my mid-twenties I enjoyed wilderness canoeing in Scandinavia. I endeavour to have some me time, as I work surrounded by people 24/7. At the end of my ninth day I drag my canoe up to one of Sweden’s camping areas. These are just wooden lean-tos and an area to make a fire; if you’re lucky an earth toilet. If I’d found anyone at the site I would have camped a little ways on, happily it’s deserted. The weather is fine and warm so I layout just a sleeping mat and...
The first part of this was sent to me by a reader who is on her way to Sweden and a new life with a new husband. They had had less than a few months together in the States before he had to return to his homeland. I have edited her text a bit to make it a little more readable, but essentially, this is her story. Without any in depth thought, I find myself walking over to your chair where you are sitting, massaging your member, watching me with a look I cannot explain. It is as if you are...
Here is talking not me, but one girl about her winter nude experience.In the middle of December my friend suddenly proposed that I could ski nude. My first reaction was: what are you talking about!? But then very quickly I realized that it is good idea. I can't explain why I liked it but when that day came when we drove to the ski center, I was overexcited and I really had irresistible desire to go there nude and start to skiing. All my life I had always proper clothing according to weather and...
"Master, more slowly go! I pray you, less haste!" Ranulf reined in impatiently under the frost-rimed trees, brushing his red hair back from his forehead. The cold was growing more intense as they plunged ever deeper into the forest. His squire's hissing speech was slurred as the cold slowed all his bodily functions. "We'll make camp as soon as we find a place that gives us any shelter. That I promise." His voice was brusk but not unkind. The lizard man had served him well in his...
As the bright, invasive afternoon sunlight came streaming through my stained (with dust and dirt) glass window, I found myself spooning (and possibly forking) with my new dream girl, Winter Summer, whom I had met earlier at the Public Market. Rubbing my aching jaw from our earlier sexcapades, fearing I might have lockjaw then grinning like an escaped lunatic as I recalled her hairy pussy, suddenly so afraid she might be a werewolf I had to rush out to buy silver bullets (the ammo, not that...
HumorThe day began like all others, climbing out of bed at the crack of noon, devouring a Toaster Strudel and mayonnaise sandwich before braving the crisp Canadian weather by going to Vancouver's Public Market for fresh seafood now that I'm eating healthy. Along the way I passed a group of American hipsters vaping cannabis oil on a street corner, celebrating Tommy Chong's birthday. Damn Americans! Since Trump's election, they have flocked here like a silverfish infestation. Silverfish, that...
HumorWhen I woke up the following day the sun was shining and when I opened the drapes the flexion off the snow made me close my eyes. I went back to the bed and crawled in under the duvet again, pulling it up to my chin. The room wasn’t cold but I liked it that way. I thought about the previous day and what had happened in the Sauna. The memory of Stefan’s thick cock in my mouth and pussy made me squirm and I looked over at my suitcase which was lying on the floor next to the walk in closet. I got...
AnalAn evening to remember with Nicole and Nick - https://xhamster.com/users/nickandnicole1We went downstairs all three of us, and the blonde portier smile as she sees us. I see her slowly lick her lips as she’s eyeing us. We smile back, and head out. Nicole you walk with your head held high, and Nick you are proudly hoping people will see your cuckold shirt.We go to a nearby restaurant in the old part of town. It’s small and cozy and dark. A lot of fun things can happen in the dark. The young...
Do you know what I love most about winter? That you hate it. The cold gives you the sniffles and I know firsthand that you much rather enjoy being dressed down than up. And your cheeks…they get all red, like a cute, perpetual blush, and I just can’t help but giggle when we go out together. “Stop being so childish,” you always say. Or, “You embarrass me.” But I know you like it. You like to watch that little smile creep over my full, pink lips and it makes you smile cause you’re thinking...
Do you know what I love most about winter? That you hate it. The cold gives you the sniffles and I know firsthand that you much rather enjoy being dressed down than up. And your cheeks…they get all red, like a cute, perpetual blush, and I just can’t help but giggle when we go out together. “Stop being so childish,” you always say. Or, “You embarrass me.” But I know you like it. You like to watch that little smile creep over my full, pink lips and it makes you smile cause you’re thinking...
Straight SexThe day was gloomy and rainy, in other words, the perfect day to stay in bed and that was my sole plan for Winter and me. To lie together and get better acquainted. Looking into her dark eyes as we snuggled beneath heavy blankets, I asked, "What do you want to know about me?"She mulled it over and finally responded with "Tell me about your last girlfriend. Like how long it lasted, why you broke up... you know, the good stuff!"Oh Hell, she came out swinging, and I wondered why I ever...
HumorThis was during my second business trip to Moscow in 2005. I had been there a few months ago. Most adjectives known to man in any language fall inadequately short of fully describing the beauty and appeal of Russian women. Walking down the streets of Moscow, one has to try hard to find a woman – young or old – who is not a sex goddess or a supermodel incarnate. Discount my personal bias and you still have a steamy lot. Well, back to my story, before leaving home in Dubai, I was checking out...
The Previous Winter: 8 Months Ago A loud knocking sound was heard as my mother thumped her fist against my door. My eyes opened slowly, early morning light leaking in from between my curtains and temporarily dazing me. A heavy sigh escaped my mouth as I became more coherent and realized the unfortunate truth, it was morning. “Tyler, if I have to knock on your door one more time, I swear I will throw your ass out in the snow to wake you up!” My eyes rolled at my...
Introduction: From the journal of an Erotic Massage Therapist Chapter 4 It was mid-winter here in Western N.C. — and I had cabin fever. Looking at the same places- same faces – had given me the itch to travel.. My income also suffered now because of the Christmas season. People would rather buy presents than have a massage. I had watched the discovery channel lately, and hit on an idea. In winter, caribou would migrate south to their winter grazing areas and be near a water supply. In summer,...
You won’t find guys like me in the phone book. I work off referrals from the women who have been on my table. I’m in the underground world of Erotic Massage. It is a taboo subject among most professional therapists. I was taught many years ago to give my client what ever she desired, within reason. From the journal of an Erotic Massage Therapist: It was mid-winter here in western North Carolina and I had cabin fever. Looking at the same places same faces had given me the ‘itch’ to travel. My...
You won't find guys like me in the phone book. I work off referrals from the women who have been on my table. I'm in the underground world of Erotic Massage. It is a taboo subject among most professional therapists. I was taught many years ago to give my client what ever she desired, within reason. From the journal of an Erotic Massage Therapist:It was mid-winter here in western North Carolina and I had cabin fever. Looking at the same places same faces had given me the 'itch' to travel. My...
HardcoreHowling and creaking filled the room as the cold winter wind played hide and seek around the snow covered forest cottage. He was glad he had a full supply of food on hand because the odds of freezing while he was on his own was high. He lit a match and started a blazing fire to cook his supper. He basked in the light of the fire and listened for the pops and crackles of the wood which almost covered the soft crunching of footsteps in the snow. At first he thought it was the familiar padding of...
Straight SexAny resemblance to actual people or occurrences is purely coincidental. This is a piece of Fiction! Winter Fun By Lisa Elizabeth The months of January and February are the coldest and snowiest here in the Midwestern US. So there was no surprise when we awoke one Friday morning in February to hear that school was closed. It was snowing and blowing, and the weatherman was predicting six more inches of snow. "Ye-a-a-a-a!!!" both my sister Janet and I said at the same time....
Winter Break Part 1 ?Now, unzip my jeans, take out my cock and suck me off? he said, ?Otherwise I?m going to drag your dressed-up ass into the hallway and lock you out.? I didn?t have a choice??..right? That?s how my winter break started. Well, actually, let me back up a bit. I had met Mike the year before. We were randomly paired as roommates our freshman year at the university. While from different parts of the country, we hit it off and decided to room together again...
HI FRIENDS HERE IS RAJ AGAIN WITH NEW STORY OF MY FRIEND IN WHICH HE HAS FUCK HIS MOM IN WINTER IN FOREST PLEASE SEND ME YOUR COMMENTS AT ALSO SEND ME YOUR PROBLEMS TO FIND YOUR LOVE He sighed as he looked out the door of his camp-hut, and saw the snowflakes begin to swirl down in the fort’s open square and parade ground. It was a cold, dark and foreboding day deep in the Teutoberg forest along the German frontier, and Vespasian’s Roman legions had been having a hard time of it recently,...
IncestIt was 1968, and Cheryl and I had been best friends since third grade. We had done everything together it seems. Sleepovers, experimenting with make-up, we even had our first periods a month apart. The only thing she got first was boobs. Of course, now that we were both 18, she was a buxom brunette and I was still a willowy blonde.But that did not get in the way of our being friends. We even double-dated once we turned 16. Depending on who the boyfriend was at the time and which one of them had...
MasturbationBill Meyers was back in his routine since he had come back California. His going to his two car dealerships to see if he needed to do anything and golfing were now the highpoints of his week. He still thought about Traci and what might have been but he had accepted that it never will be. While he had somewhat put the relationship he had with her behind him, there were the memories he had of her that would not be forgotten. At work he continued his practice of periodically visiting all of the...
On worlds where these ways and paths converge, communities arise, each as unique as the beings who dwell there; the community of Stars Rift is no exception. It notorious above all others as a place of commerce and of hedonism run rampant; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms. People of many species, worlds, trades and the like are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten more time the same of betrayals, plots, and...
Friday Afternoon: Winter Break “Oh god, not again!” James said in frustration, as he notices that the PS network is down yet again. “What’s wrong?” his sister Sam asked while walking into the living room, and looking in the movie case bending over in front of him. He glanced at her then did a double take as he noticed that she was just wearing a tank top and her tiny black lacy thong panties, which were so small they barely covered her pussy. She had a strange habit of wearing skimpy or vary...
IncestNote. This is an idea I started playing with over 30 years ago when I was an undergraduate, after I met my first transsexual in a supermarket round the corner from the slum bedsit where I was living at the time. Winters Blessings By Trish It was in 1996 when I was finally freed from nosy social workers, guardian's and boarding school. Having been orphaned in my mid teens I was technically classed as in care but I was never in the system as such, I was not from a broken family or...
He stood in the kitchen looking out the window at the large snow flakes falling upon the already covered back yard. The trees were coated and looked like those one might see on a Currier and Ives Christmas card. They had been calling for snow and it must have started during the night to have this much on the ground. As he took a sip from his coffee cup he was glad to be inside with nothing to do today. He had already started a fire in both fire places and was well fixed for wood with two...
I had watched the discovery channel lately, and hit on an idea. In winter, caribou would migrate south to their winter grazing areas and be near a water supply. In summer, they moved back north to stay cool and be near food and water. I would be like the caribou-- 'migrate' to where some real money was this time of year-- to the nearby ski resorts in our snow covered mountains. I called my brother who lived at Elk Park ,N C ; only a driver and 4 iron from Beech Mountain ,...
Winter, ‘Wonder’ & Sex? Why Yes! Every year for the past ten, my husband and I have had the pleasure of spending our January anniversary in the mountains of Georgia. Del and I are a quite fond of winter weather. Every year we rent the same log cabin for a week-end. Usually the same couple goes with us each year but, our 2010 trip was different. Our dear friends were unable to go due to work. We decided to invite Mark and Anna. They were our neighbors, we had just known them a year, but we often...
Joanna is a shy, young student at the junior college. She signed up for one of my classes this past Fall and I have come to know her rather well. Earlier today, I found a message on the department answering machine. ‘Dr. Storm, could you drop by tonight? I am having difficulty with one of the problems you assigned, and maybe you could help me with it.’ Well, she lives on The Rez, and her house is on the route I take to my place. I’ll stop by and see what I can do. It is cold. A winter...
It was a cold winter day,snow as flying,and the four too five inches of snow we were suppose to get turned into feet of snow. I had cleaned out our driveway twice now so mom could get in when she got out of work. Ann had just got home from school and was almost an hour later than normal. She said the roads were horrible and the snow plows were having trouble keeping up with all the snow. Mom usually gets home around 5p.m. and it was now 6 and I was begining to worry. I was watching the news...
It was a cold winter day,snow as flying,and the four too five inches of snow we were suppose to get turned into feet of snow. I had cleaned out our driveway twice now so mom could get in when she got out of work. Ann had just got home from school and was almost an hour later than normal. She said the roads were horrible and the snow plows were having trouble keeping up with all the snow. Mom usually gets home around 5p.m. and it was now 6 and I was begining to worry. I was watching the news...
Howling and creaking filled the room as the cold winter wind played hide and seek around the snow covered forest cottage. He was glad he had a full supply of food on hand because the odds of freezing while he was on his own was high. He lit a match and started a blazing fire to cook his supper. He basked in the light of the fire and listened for the pops and crackles of the wood which almost covered the soft crunching of footsteps in the snow. At first he thought it was the familiar padding of...
Winter in Siberia gets rather boring. But, come Christmas time the townsfolk that are under twenty gather together. We meet at the top of old man Boris’ hill. The idea is to run down the steep hill as fast as you can, the problem is gravity. You see gravity has this way of toppling you and you fall head over heels down the hill. Fortunately, this is winter in Siberia so the hill is covered in snow.We break into groups according to age group. Toddlers to fourth grade, fifth grade to twelve years...
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