Sea Oats part one
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The first grey of dawn was showing over the land to the east as HMS Syren slowly crept forward. A half hour before, whilst still in complete darkness, Syren had fired her broadside twice and HMS Clyde had fired back. The muzzle flashes and the thunder of the guns must have been visible for miles. Now, whilst Clyde had taken up her own position, Syren was creeping along with her main top missing, lost in a nightly battle to the unknowing watcher. That was the bait for which the Dutch captain...
Sea Adventurespart IIWith huge gratitude to bartybabe for his impeccable assistance The CoveAfter I came to my room around 6 o'clock, my mother decided not to let me out of her sight till the rest of vacation. For a few days we were going at the same time to the beach, which was on the other side of the village. Almost every morning we would bump into a nice, blue eyed guy with rockabilly haircut, not much older than me. He would look at me with his head lowered and smiled and I enjoyed those...
If there are any sailors out there they will know what I am talking about when I say sea state six. It isn’t the worst state to be sailing in but it is not picnic either. I remember it as if it was yesterday and the moment still brings fear in my heart. I am a radar operator on a warship, which I love doing. Most people can’t handle the overly cold dark room which others on the ship call the mushroom factory. It takes some getting used to not knowing whether it is night or day and the constant...
Dent's attempts to clarify the Clarise situation with Sosho were met with what could only be described as total failure. He would explain to her that he neither desired nor was interested in another woman and that her actions in this regard were not appreciated. Mostly Sosho would sit still, listening intently and then completely ignore what he said. Nesho was no help. It wasn't as if she actively encouraged her daughter's actions, but she certainly didn't do anything to discourage them...
Every time something good happened in my life I bought a lottery ticket. When I solved a nasty computer problem at work I bought a ticket. When I got my car repaired and it cost less than I thought it might I bought a ticket. When my grand-niece was born I bought a ticket. I suppose being Buddhist this was a perverted way of playing on my karma. It paid off. I won the Illinois Mega-Millions game as the single winner for that drawing. The twenty-year payout was for forty million dollars. After...
Anson had dreaded the ride in the coach, but lying in a swaying hammock, he was sufficiently insulated from the movements of the coach to make the journey tolerable. Doctor Waingrove was an elderly, fussy man, but he was thorough enough. The ride took two days, mostly because Sir Robert insisted on frequent rest stops, during which food was served from a huge picnic basket. Sir Robert was rather partial to Madeira wines, as was the good Doctor, and they both insisted that Anson partook of the...
Early on the next morning, a stocky sailor entered the common room where Anson broke his fast and rubbed his knuckles against his temples in salute. "Able seaman Horner, sir. Mr. Witmarsh sent me with a boat crew." Anson appraised the man. He was a hand over five feet in height, but made up for that by being almost as wide. Not much of that girth was fat. In Anson's estimate that man would have made for a champion weight lifter at county fairs. "Splendid, Horner. I am not quite...
HM frigate Syren was once again on the prowl. The night before, Anson had taken his ship through the narrow passage between the Dutch islands of Ameland and Terschelling. By daybreak they were amidst the shallows, sailing under doubly reefed topsails only and with the lead going constantly. By afternoon they caught their first prey off Harlingen, an almost new brigantine sailing with a cargo of wheat. With this prize in their wake, they felt their way south, surprising a small ketch coming...
Henrietta was more of a bicycle person than a motorcar person because she was fearful of being in some accident that would negate her cursed existence for at least another five hundred years of mortal life. Actually at almost three hundred winters under her belt she was really still in her younger years in humankind terms and she was a bit irresponsible in matters of the heart. She had expressed her regret at her terrible weakness of the flesh with regard to the one-legged Police Chief in...
It was a wild Hollywood party,,1989 everyone that was anyone was thier. A luxurious penthouse in the sky. The party thrown by roseanne was to be the most decedant,,orgy of sex and v******e ! Every sexy kink was to be explored, Roseanne sits atop a magnificent throne! Dressed like a 50s sex kitten,,her big boobs in a glorious red bra,,matching panties cover her ample hips and ass,,,black garters and nylons,,,full heavy make up,,and a 50s bouffant hair do.reigning over her subjects,,,,large...
Thanks For The Memories by Jenny North TIME: The Near Future Tom Reynolds woke up with a smile on his face. He sat up and stretched his arms, adjusting the shoulder strap on his silky pink nightie that had fallen down. He giggled and walked over to his bedroom mirror and made a face as he looked at his reflection. Short hair, no makeup, flat chest...he looked like he always did in the morning, like a guy in a nightie. He sighed deeply. "Time to get gorgeous!" he grinned,...
Sunday, May 8, 2005 Sunday morning I got up to study as usual, remembering not to use a light blob to light my way. I started with some memory sharing tests, and found it even easier than the last time I'd tested it. It took no noticeable effort, either for the "retriever" or the "sender". (Sending memories was so easy now - requiring nothing more than being willing - that at this time we started referring to the two participants as the "retriever" and "owner". "Sender" wasn't...
Kisa stood in the kitchen and scowled at the pantry door. How many times had she wandered in here and absent-mindedly opened it? At least three times a day, and now that she was here again, she had decided to look through the whole pantry and discover just what it was that she was looking for. Her missing memories really bothered her. She had just assumed that something would come back to her in the last few days, but all she got was static. Vivid images of the old man stirred something up...
Keith, a 35-year-old man woke up. But he couldn't see anything. He couldn't hear or even move. He sensed he was sitting up. But that was all he could tell about himself. He thought back to what he had last remembered and it was all very typical. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep in his own bed. Then when he woke up he was here. It was a total blank. He started to struggle against his restraints. Suddenly he was outside. He was with the hottest guy at school,...
Author's note: The Medallion of Zulo gives the user certain skills that belong to the person they change into, if the user becomes someone who already existed, as opposed to using new clothing and just changing into a "new" person. If the user holds the clothing they used to change with while the change is completed, the user gets more of those skills. In this story, I wondered what would happen if someone with a remarkable memory became another person who also had an...
Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created Chapter Eight: Reliving Changed Memories By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Linda Davies “What are you reading?” Marissa asked, hugging me from behind. My lover's round breasts pressed into my back, her nipples hard, making me shiver. We'd been making love with Evaline almost non-stop since I'd arrived in Vegas to see her. I almost said the truth of it as I turned off my phone. It would be bad to blurt...
When Travis got home his mom was putting dinner on the table. Aunt Beatrice had improved enough that she could leave her bed and sit at the table with them. She and his mom talked and didn’t seem to notice that Travis was quieter than usual.When he’d finished eating he hurried upstairs. He had strange feelings in his groin. He locked the door to his room and pulled down his shorts. His dick was almost hard.He touched it and the image of his hand wrapped around Apollo’s dick sprang into his...
InterracialPart IAnniversaryWhen we first arrived in the small village on the island in the Mediterranean, I almost started crying. It looked like a place from the third world, with stone built houses, and so peaceful as if no one actually lived there. My mother knew my wild side very well and I could swear she picked this place on purpose, just to prevent me from staying out till dawn every night.Soon I discovered that the place had just one hotel, one tavern, two small pubs and an open air cinema. There...
With some difficulty, Captain Jeremiah Anson walked the short gangplank from the deck of the post packet onto the quay. Plymouth Harbour filled his vision, his sense of smell, his ears. He had taken a regular packet to travel from Dover to Plymouth where he was to report to his superior, Rear Admiral Alexander Chalke. He turned back to see his servant make his way across, loaded down with Anson's dunnage. One of the ship's boys followed with yet another load of Anson's possessions....
Over the next two weeks, Anson inspected his district. He requisitioned the Lady Jane schooner for travelling, but still, there was a lot of walking to do for him. He rested as much as possible between inspections, but it seemed as if he needed less time to recuperate with every shore visit. Dartmouth Castle was quite impressive. A battery had been added to the medieval core boasting five huge 68-pounder guns and truly commanding the river estuary. The officer in command, Lt. Mackeray, was...
It took little persuasion from Anson to talk Colonel Maynard into accepting Chalke's invitation. Miss Elizabeth seemed to be a little less enthusiastic, but she made a brave face and gave Anson a smile. They went to their rooms to change, and Anson saw no reason to be ashamed for his appearance. His Number 2 uniform was well cut. The deer leather glove was unobtrusive enough, and his limp was less noticeable now. The pinchbeck shoe buckles and the gilt epaulette were of some concern to him,...
Anson decided to forego his planned visit to Maynard. There had been no need anyway, other than his hope to see Elizabeth whilst there. That was quite out of the question now. Instead, Anson sat in the common room and had Libby Mason bring him a meal. The mutton stew was good enough after a week at sea in a schooner, and Anson resolved to enjoy it rather than fretting over the Maynards. The meal and the subsequent stroll along the quay settled him down enough to regain his balance. He also...
It was in late March of the following year, 1807, when a letter from Anson's prize agent arrived with the mail from Plymouth. There it was, in neat writing. The captain's share to which Anson was entitled from the sale of the captured enemy ships was set at £3,937 10s of which £3,543 15s remained after the prize agent took his cut. When he added the over £900 he already owned, this was a substantial sum. For the next two days, Anson was busy detailing his plans to invest the...
The frantic search for Elizabeth Maynard continued for the next days until the militia men were on the verge of mutiny. They had found neither hide nor hair of the young woman, but finally her wedding dress was discovered on the beach of a small cove. Hearing of this, Colonel Maynard returned to his house and locked himself in. Mrs. Fowler had already left Morton Hall and was now living in the Mermaid Inn, claiming that her brother-in-law was beside himself. Rumours from Morton Hall claimed...
When Vanessa Emerson showed at her parents' home she found Elizabeth Maynard almost vibrating with excitement. "Coome!" the formerly mute woman urged her new friend leading her up to the room she occupied on the second storey. Here she thrust a letter in Vanessa's hand. Vanessa quickly flew over the letter from her half brother. The third paragraph made her look up and smile to Elizabeth. She nodded with approval reading how Jeremiah Anson would provide for his promised before she read...
The barge was a roomy one with extra cabins for travellers. Elizabeth had persuaded her friends to opt for the Thames River and not for a two horse carriage. With almost 60 miles to go, the barge would arrive within a day whilst a carriage, even with sturdy horses, would need two days at the least. The semaphore signal had once again alerted Sir Robert of Syren's arrival in Sheerness, but this time he had not the time to accompany Elizabeth. Instead, Vanessa had volunteered, eager to have a...
The wardroom, or officers mess, Festou informed him as they traveled back aft, was smaller than Dent had envisioned. Through an open hatch off the passageway leading to the officers' cabins it was just large enough to hold a table and eight chairs. On one side an open window allowed food to be served from a tiny galley. There was one cook and one messman who stood ready to serve. The Captain and the other officers were already seated when he stepped into the room and came to attention as...
Vel planned to surreptitiously leak the Malshall ambassador's response to the Vengeance's remaining crew using the slaves who brought them breakfast each morning. Dent was anxious to get started but knew it would be better if they had a bit of time to think about this news and what it could mean to them. Instead of lounging around the apartment all day waiting, he decided to go to the Guild Hall for a little practice and to find out if there were any warriors available for their trip....
I woke first again next morning and I felt decidedly down in the dumps. I had a headache trying to break through, my mouth tasted like a chicken-coop floor and I was worried that any intake of food or drink would cause my stomach to chuck in the towel. It never ceases to amaze me how drinking reasonable quantities of something that seemed so good at the time, could have such a debilitating effect next day. I crawled gingerly from my bunk and disappeared into the bathroom to emerge feeling...
And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. Samuel Taylor Coleridge The stench of death clings to every fabric, fills every room, and burns your lungs. Even inside your chamber at the Three Bone Inn, in the light of Leviathan Oil candles and perfumed by incense made from the Gaoler’s Rose, the smell of decay clings to you. Outside, bonecarvers and paid companions hawk their wares. Beyond, the pits. The damned,...
FantasyPhotographs and memories All the love you gave to me Somehow it just can’t be true That’s all I’ve left of you – Jim Croce, Photographs and Memories I stood at the top of Mrs. McBride’s staircase, zipping and snapping my pants. Her son Kenny, at the foot of the stairway, hadn’t seen me coming from the bathroom. I watched for a minute as he tossed coats aside and rummaged through the women’s purses. I saw him pick up a brown purse. It was my purse. He opened the wallet and hesitated. He...
Almost a month later to the day I returned to the SlendaBond Training Facility. Virginia was not with me on this trip. I visited Morgan Richmond again briefly and again set out with the training director, Charlie, for another tour. I hoped to see many things this time that he had not shown me on my initial visit. "I am just dying to see how far you good people have gotten bringing Stephanie under control!" I said. "We have been able to embed many post-hypnotic suggestion words in her...
Linda Davies “What are you reading?” Marissa asked, hugging me from behind. My lover’s round breasts pressed into my back, her nipples hard, making me shiver. We’d been making love with Evaline almost non-stop since I’d arrived in Vegas to see her. I almost said the truth of it as I turned off my phone. It would be bad to blurt out that my daughters had lost their virginities tonight to their father. Both of them. Back home in Rainier, Washington, my husband had deflowered them both...
Molten Memories Written by Princess Kay Warning: This is erotica, meant only for those 18 or older. Only those who have reached the age of consent, in the country where they reside, should proceed. If you are not at least eighteen, please exit this page, immediately. Content Warning: This story involves involuntary mental changes, resulting in a personality shift - while the TG is not exactly involuntary, it would not have been voluntary if the MC had retained their original...
After everyone had calmed down a bit, I contacted Renée. "Thank you for the help. I wasn't sure how I was going to get passed Dr. Livingston's abilities." "I didn't think that spike of fear was normal, " she replied. "I'm guessing that Michael and his family are safe now?" "Yes they are. I'll be in touch again when we go after the other hostages." "Good. Give them hugs from us." Katherine and Jenna had calmed down enough that I was able to offer the hugs from Renée. Of...
The doorbell rang again this morning, and I answered it to discover that Seamus. my cute little paperboy, was standing on the step with three other males of his age.I gasped as they piled into my apartment without asking. Seamus had obviouls told them what an obedient older woman I was."Did you wash it off?" he demanded. "N-No," I stammered, already fearful of what this youing boy was going to do with my fully-adult-yet-submissive body. "We'll need proof," he said casually. Then, without...
Home alone again; also getting bored and horny, after hubby four days’ absence. So, I was spending my time chatting in the net with some different men. But they also were liking boring to me…But I finally found Seamus, a black guy who was a real stud…Like mostly chats always did, it eventually turned to sex and he told me he was watching porn while we were chatting. I asked what kind and he answered a gangbang, where many niggers were enjoying a sexy redhead married bitch. He added, a one like...
Authors Note: This is my entry in the ‘Winter Holidays Contest’. There are some elements of the BDSM category in this story so if that is not to your taste perhaps choose a different story. If, however, you read and enjoy it please vote and leave a comment. Thank you very much to my friend, Margaret who proofread for me. ~ellie Chelsea’s Twelve days of Christmas Chapter 1. Innamorata Chelsea Gillian walked slowly down the staircase into the magnificent ballroom. She was poised and beautiful....
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Hi there! It has been soooooo long since I've had a chance to write anything about my gym bunny experiences and I'm aching to get something on here once again. For close to a year, it's like I've been in a little rabbit hole and the foxes are keeping pace above me. They just won't give me the chance to come out. I've been nibbling on my stocked supply of carrots for too long. I need more! So, at least I thought I'd share some memories that I wrote last year (2016) for my...
July 4th party finished at 2 or 2:30 am, Ben and me went back home, I was so happy because of my birthday present. Ben was so happy too by the same reason, strange? No, just funny we gave each other a great gift and was delicious In the way home we talked about 4th july carnival, the play and fireworks, we were pleasant and relaxed, our bodies were rested and we both satisfied, well that was that I thought. At home, near 3:00 am, we were starving, sex produces hungry, we wento to the kitchen...
The fire spat at the darkness, disrupting the comfortable silence. Like insects of the night, embers flew on fiery wing toward the glowing stars overhead. He stared into the flames. Fingers of heat plasma clung to the fuel and blindly, mindlessly, converted the available matter into carbon, radiant heat, and smoke. It was a sight that never failed to mesmerize, yet he dreaded it. For there, amid the ceaseless motion of heat and light danced memories of a life past and gone. Eyes focused on...
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There was little else for them to talk about. Dent stripped to his small clothes and laid down on his bunk willing sleep to come. He could hear Sosho softly sobbing and her mother's light murmuring as she comforted the young woman. Presently the sobbing ended and the cabin was quiet and still. He ran through the mental exercises designed to relax his body but still sleep wouldn't come. Suddenly he felt the bunk give under added weight and the warmth of another body pressed against his...
Councilor Tamer deBrisil walked slowly through the dim hallway towards the Putram's official audience chamber. He was troubled now as he often was lately. Their economy was in the doldrums, trade was almost nonexistent, war with the powerful Malshall was becoming more of a reality every day and their young Putram was becoming a problem. As First Councilor, he was the head of the Citizens Council as well as one of its most prominent members. The Citizens Council was comprised of about one...
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Caleb was aware. He just didn't know where he was. He couldn't feel his body either, but he was aware. "How did you get here?" Al asked in surprise, appearing in front of Caleb as a wraith-like reflection of himself. "I don't know," Caleb answered. "I was talking to Kim, and suddenly my head hurt, and then I was here. You tell me! You're supposed to be the brains behind this partnership. Why do you look like me?" Al's attention shifted, and Caleb could see that he was studying...
Introduction: Enjoy Seans Story Chapter 4: Ride the Wave The house next door to my parents house had been empty for almost two years when the Purcells moved in. It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school and hot as hell. The Purcells moved into town from California and their son, Josh, was the adonis I had been waiting for all my life. He fit the image of a California surfer boy that I had in my head perfectly. He took his shirt off to help move boxes into the...
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Parker was having a ho-hum day when he got the call. One minute he had been absent-mindedly doodling on a legal pad and half-watching clips from The Deadliest Catch on his computer, and the next minute a young woman with an unusual voice had his total attention. She asked for a consult — the sooner the better — and Parker happily acquiesced. ‘How did you come to hear about me?’ ‘You were recommended to me by my parents, actually. The McCluskeys, George and Anna.’ The voice was bubbly yet...
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IncestComdex, Clothing and Confusion, Part 2 ? Changes and Memories Beth Williams Copyright 2003 I would like to thank ALL the comments on my first story. I will take the criticisms to heart. I may not agree, but I will keep them in mind. I would like to add the following: Yes, I understand that few men are "passable." However, I typically spend 10-24 days a year "en femme." Much of the story is autobiographical. I am indeed 375 pounds and 6' tall. I am a computer geek. I am and have...
Wren lay across from me in his large double bed. I stared into his deep sea green eyes, they reminded me of gentle waves. He smiled at me coyly, gently biting his lip in a subtle but oh-so-sexy way. I could feel his eyes pierce me, he was reading me. He knew what I wanted and I could tell that he wanted it too. After dating for four months, we were almost perfectly in sync with each other. I gave him an innocent smiling back, meaning absolutely no innocence whatsoever. Wren reached his arm out...
Sea Girls. Part Five. It took three weeks for our passports to be received and we were straight round to the American Embassy and they knew that we would be applying and it was Thomas who we had to thank that we didn’t have any problems there. The same day a telegram arrived from home asking me to give them a ring, which I did and dad passed over the message which was the date and time of the plane we were to catch at Heathrow airport. During that last week, we took all that we wouldn’t be...
Sea Girls. Part Three. It was on the following Thursday evening that we all gathered together in the lounge and that included the first year students, to hear how us second year ones had got on with our exams. This was what we, Rosie and I, missed out the previous year for we had gone to bed early with it being our last night before the holiday. By the time Mr. Thompson, the senior teacher got his notes together, Rosie and I were sucking on each other’s cocks, making pigs of ourselves in...
Sea Girls. Part Three. It was on the following Thursday evening that we all gathered together in the lounge and that included the first year students, to hear how us second year ones had got on with our exams. This was what we, Rosie and I, missed out the previous year for we had gone to bed early with it being our last night before the holiday. By the time Mr. Thompson, the senior teacher got his notes together, Rosie and I were sucking on each other’s cocks, making pigs of ourselves in...
First TimeHe arrived when I was in the water, my toes pointed, twisting my hips and turning slow circles with my chin tilted to the sky.His body looked the right type, lean without being thin. Muscular and heavily inked but without the desperate gym vibe. Did he know he was hot...? His walk was unassuming. Without a hint of arrogance or perhaps he just hadn’t noticed me watching.Aha there it was, he glanced at me when he flicked his towel and lay it down. "You can lay me down," I giggled to myself.So I...
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