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After a year of hard work my project was finally finished. It was time for a vacation. Fortunately, the school year was ending and my wife Brenda would be rapping up her teaching duties in the next day or two. She had let me know a month earlier that she was ready for a little time off. I made arrangements for two nights at a hotel in a nearby large city. I figured we would site see during the day and check out the night life at night. I told Brenda about my plans and she was thrilled. Three...
There could not be better bliss than this Julie thought as she listened to the thunder from under his covers only a month later. He was deeply asleep, his body spooning her tightly against him. It was freezing outside the blanket. She thought back to yesterday with immense pleasure. Her body felt sore and heavy and wonderfully satisfied. But with the remembrance came desire. God, she could not stop wanting him. No one had ever made her body feel so wonderfully sexy, so intensely fulfilled. ...
“What?!” I cried in disbelief. They’d only been going out a couple of weeks I assumed she’d do what my ex-girlfriend had done. Scott, Jeff, Dan, and I are kind of standing in the wide chasm between cool and unpopular. We get invited to all the parties within our division, some of the ones amongst the geeks and nerds (some thought we were to cool to invite which is kind of sad because I don’t consider myself particularly popular) and occasionally the big parties in the upper division. These are...
Let's see, where did I leave off? Oh, yes, Anthony had just finished fucking me like a creature possessed. I love it when he fucks me that way. I, too, had become nothing but a savage, lusty b**st in heat. I came three times while he fucked me and he came twice. We laid there exhausted. Again, I had the really unusual desire for a cigarette as I tried to catch my breath. I don’t smoke often. Only at parties, maybe while drinking with friends and after really good sex. Still, twice...
I am in love with my coworker, Anthony. I work at this communications company with him and we started around the same time about three years ago. He and I both are assistants to a superior at the company for two different suppliers, but our desks are about 20 feet apart. I thought he was adorable when we first met. He has short brown hair with a mind of its own and hazel brown eyes. He is not very tall at about 5’7 but he has muscles to make up for it. He is the image of Green Day and Journey...
Love StoriesIt all started when I came home for Christmas. Every Boxing Day my auntie throws huge party for my large family. Everyone was drinking like usual and having a great time. It was about 2:00 am and nearly everyone had gone home. My auntie and uncle had both went to bed a couple of hours ago. Me and my cousins Anthony, John and Caitlin were the only ones left. I began to feel a little horny due to the booze and couldn't help but admire Caitlin. She is 17, only about 5ft 4" with long bright red...
"On Anthony Bourdain" Suicide? You stupid FUCKTARD! What the FUCK were you thinking!? There. I said it. That's my opinion, short answer. So that's enough of that. As fucked up as my life has been, oh yeah, I've thought that subject through more than once. Working on your feet sixteen hours a day, sometimes seven days a week and the arthritis is here now and getting worse and there's nothing you can do about it. Wondering why you barely have enough gas in your car to drive to work...
HumorDuring January and February of 1830, the seven women in the family planned the events of the spring and early summer meticulously. Lucy and Harriet had hand-picked a midwife for Ellen, and an agency was tasked to look for a wet nurse come May, the likely time for the birth. Accordingly, Eleanor’s wedding was planned for mid-June, to give Ellen a few weeks to recover. Like Richard and Ellen, Eleanor and Antonio would have their wedding in the church of Matcham Village. Meanwhile, on the...
There had to be a way to describe him in words, she thought as she watched him from the other side of the room. She had gone to her friend’s birthday party, knowing full well that she would probably hate every second of mingling with their rather pompous, hideously rich associates. She didn’t fit into that world despite her parents’ best efforts. He looked different though. He was dressed more casually, he looked more comfortable, scanning the people around him – not judging but giving off a...
well i hope you guys ( or girls) liked my last story , its been a while since my last post , haven't done much lately but i do have something good for you guys, it happened like 3 days ago. something i honestly didn't see coming and was so much fun..After what happened last time, i didn't go to the gym for a few days, guess i was embarraced with Dave cause of what happened , silly yes but i felt that way, anyways, i started going to the gym again as usual, i saw Dave lifting with his buddies (...
A Weekend with Sir AnthonyPart OneWe meet late Friday night, in Manhattan, for a drink. I can see the anticipation boiling over within you. You have imagined what a weekend might be like with me, what it would mean to fulfill your most intimate desires. Finding yourself on the brink of realization has you trembling with excitement and delight. As we leave the bar and head into the blackness of night, I remind you of your safe words. If at any time, what I do becomes too intense or...
I am in love with my coworker, Anthony. I work at this communications company with him and we started around the same time about three years ago. He and I both are assistants to a superior at the company for two different suppliers, but our desks are about 20 feet apart. I thought he was adorable when we first met. He has short brown hair with a mind of its own and hazel brown eyes. He is not very tall at about 5’7 but he has muscles to make up for it. He is the image of Green Day and Journey...
“See ya,” said Anthony. 14 year old Bryan walked upstairs from Anthony’s basement to go home. On his way to the front door though he saw laid out on his living room couch Anthony’s mom Diana. “Bye Ms. Dougherty,” said Bryan. “Hang on,” said Diana walking towards me he perfect boobs bouncing with every step, “Hey can you come over tomorrow to help with some work around here since Anthony and Austen are going to their dad’s house this weekend.” “Sure,” exclaimed Bryan. “Ok...
Well, I know a lot you guys don?t find Janeway hot and sexy but I happen to do ?Well, I know a lot you guys don?t find Janeway hot and sexy but I happen to do. Well when I was a younger man and she was younger. But I still find her kind of sexy for a mature woman. So sue me for using my talent to have a little fun with what I consider a hot older babe. I enjoyed writing it. How you enjoy reading it.???????????????????????????????? ??? ??????????????? CAPTAIN JANEWAY CAPTAIN?S...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The summer of 1890 was to be the start of my new life. At fifteen years of age, I was to be presented to society and I had expected that I would then be considered an adult. That, at long last, I would have a say in my own life, my own destiny. That was not to be, though. I was still just a doll to be dressed and used as decoration in the home of my powerful parents. I was made up and dressed and used to impress the visitors who came...
It was the year 2001. 15-year-old Newt looked at himself in the mirror. He could see some of his mother Laverne’s African American features looking back, but also blue eyes and a lighter skin tone that must have come from his unknown father. He growled, angry. Why didn’t his mom ever tell him who his father was? Her insistence that she didn’t know didn’t make any sense! She said that Newt didn’t look like who she thought his father was, and she hadn’t been with any blue-eyed white boys. His...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Langdon Beech-Thorndyke III was 'a catch.' Mother and Father thought that he would be a perfect match for me. He was twenty three and I was fifteen. My parents hoped that we would become betrothed that summer and then a grandiose wedding would follow in three years after I turned eighteen. This was my sister's summer, though. Miranda would be married in August to a Vanderbilt cousin who she barely knew. The opulent affair...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Beauty comes from pain, Louisa. A proper young woman does not present herself unless she is properly coiffed, properly made-up, properly attired and wearing the proper accoutrements. That, Louisa, is what 'proper' means." Of course, I tried to argue. That is, after all, what an adolescent is supposed to do, but my mother would just purse her lips, shake her head in disgust and repeat that one sentence that she spoke most frequently...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport' ~ "The day of Miranda's wedding was cloudy and overcast, so perhaps Aunt Ada had been correct. Perhaps God would not waste a beautiful day on a wedding that would lead to a loveless marriage. Instead of using the vast tents that had been erected on the lawns at Golden Bluffs, everything was moved into our grand ballroom, which was large, but could not accommodate everyone who'd been invited. So, tables were also...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The week prior to Miranda's wedding was a hectic and crowded one at Golden Bluffs. All of our relations came to Newport for the event and many of them stayed with us. Unfortunately, we also had many friends and business associates staying as well, which did lead to some difficult choices. Father was a self-made man who had family he wanted in attendance, but they were from a lower rung of society. So, since the rooms were assigned to...
I sat right beside him for weeks without acknowledging the way he flustered and fidgeted, and yet he still chose the seat next to mine, coming in a second behind me even if I was late. I had given him the once-over--more than once, actually--silently assessing his businessman vibe and noting a cut physique underneath it. But young professionals were the types I usually stayed away from, even if they were physically appealing, because they often required a commitment of some form. I wasn’t...
If you haven’t read the first part of this story it simply won’t make sense, I reccomend reading it to get the back story and make it that much better. He paid for the lunch and we left hand in hand to go back to my apartment and finish cleaning. He entered and after I was in the door he spun me around and held me against the closed door. He had his hands on either side of my waist and lowered himself to my face. He smiled at me and then he kissed me softly. It was even better than I remembered...
He started to stroke the sides of my body with his gentle touch and it was sending shivers up and down my spine. I broke our kiss and moved my lips to his neck as I gently nibbled on him and placed sweet kisses there. I heard him let out a little moan as I did this. I smiled at that knowing that I was getting him excited too. He started to move his hands lower toward the edge of my skirt and I felt myself get wetter the closer he moved. He reached the edge and worked his way up and underneath...
He started to stroke the sides of my body with his gentle touch and it was sending shivers up and down my spine. I broke our kiss and moved my lips to his neck as I gently nibbled on him and placed sweet kisses there. I heard him let out a little moan as I did this. I smiled at that knowing that I was getting him excited too. He started to move his hands lower toward the edge of my skirt and I felt myself get wetter the closer he moved. He reached the edge and worked his way up and underneath...
Love StoriesIf you haven't read the first part of this story it simply won't make sense, I reccomend reading it to get the back story and make it that much better.He paid for the lunch and we left hand in hand to go back to my apartment and finish cleaning. He entered and after I was in the door he spun me around and held me against the closed door. He had his hands on either side of my waist and lowered himself to my face. He smiled at me and then he kissed me softly. It was even better than I remembered...
Love StoriesChapter 1 I was a tease. I knew it and loved it. My favorite outfit was a tiny redplaid skirt that barely covered my bottom and a tight white dress shirt, oftenwithout a bra. My breasts were a cute, perky B-cup, so I didn't really needthe bra anyway. I always wore sexy lace trimmed black panties with the short,pleated skirt in case someone might see under there. I knew I looked like aCatholic schoolgirl of a wet dream and I loved making men of all ages, marriedor not, turn and watch me go by....
"Anthony, wake up." "Huh?" Anthony opened one eye, groaning when saw it was only a bit past three in the morning. "Wake up." "Who is it?" "It's me." "Who?" "Denise." Anthony rolled over to face the sound of Denise's voice. The room was dark, but he could just make out her silhouette as she stood in the doorway. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but he soon realized he was sleeping in her bedroom. "What do you want? Do you want the bed?" he asked. "Was...
A light knocking on the door roused Anthony from his slumber. He groaned, rolling over to glance at the hotel clock, seeing it was just after eight o'clock. What the fuck? he wondered, jumping out of bed and throwing on a pair of pajama bottoms. Anthony staggered to the door, ready to shoo away whatever maid was coming by to clean his room this early in the day, but was unexpectedly met by a trio of women. "Can I help you?" he asked, still shaking the cobwebs from his brain. "We're...
We entered the outmost orbit of the Dover System ten hours before the deadline. Har-Hi who stood next to me sighed. “I wished it would have taken longer. This is what I am born for, to be aboard a ship and roam the stars’”. I felt the same way and agreed with him, saying. “Me too.” The doors opened and Wetmouth stepped through, taking her seat behind the small science station at the rear of the bridge. I observed Har Hi who acted as the OPS officer of our little crew dedicating sensors...
"Oh my God, it's huge," Anthony heard as he slowly slipped into consciousness. "Quiet," a second voice answered. "You'll wake him up." Anthony fought the urge to scream in surprise as he felt something wet and warm drop down onto his cock before he realized a pair of lips was now gently sucking on his soft prick. "It's getting bigger," the first voice answered and Anthony realized the voice belonged to the girl who had seconds before been sucking his cock. "Of course it is,"...
Katherine awoke to the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Slowly reaching out to her husband Anthony. She groped along the sheets eyes still closed, hoping he would wake up as aroused as she had. Suddenly remembering he had to leave early for work she was disappointed.Katherine lay in bed eyes still closed wondering what to do next, she could feel her panties were moist from the dream she just had. It started to become a regular one. She and her husband were out on a date she was wearing...
CuckoldThis is a true story about the light of my life. She passed away from cancer years ago and I wrote this to remember her. She was an amazing person who left this world a better place. Enjoy. A true story This is a true story about the light of my life. She passed away from cancer years ago and I wrote this to remember her. She was an amazing person who left this world a better place. Enjoy. My wife and I were attending a car show in Newport Beach. It was at the Newporter Inn, a classically...
SwingerAnthony woke up before the sun poked over the horizon, roused from his slumber by the incessant sounds of large semi tractors pulling in to the truck stop to refuel or to spend the night. Holy hell, he grumbled as the sharp blast of a horn penetrated the walls of his Winnebago. What time is it? Anthony groaned as he realized he'd only been sleeping for a few hours. I'm never going to make it to Denver unless I can get some more rest, he thought, but his attempts were thwarted as more...
We all had a good night’s sleep and used one of our own Cargo skimmers that was part of the Destroyers equipment to fly back instead of walking and were told to join all the other cadets in a large assembly hall with flags of the Union hanging from the ceiling where I estimated perhaps 600 senior Cadets had gathered. There were no chairs, everyone was standing. At one end of the assembly hall was a raised platform and a lectern with the Newport Academy logo. I saw an Admiral coming in. I...
The Hideaway was an old bar in Redwood City. It was located between the Mexican barrio and an industrial area of mostly small shops. The owner at the time was a friendly Latino, rumored to be a gangster of sorts.The Hideaway catered to a very diverse bunch. Mostly men, though there were usually some women there. About half the patrons were Mexicans, mostly legal and mostly employed in the area. The other half were mainly Caucasian small business owners, like myself, and their employees.There...
CuckoldWe begin with a mini-montage of life in Newcastle-upon-Tyne ... A shot of Gray’s Monument, of the busy Eldon Square shopping center, St James’ Park football stadium, before we find ourselves in a busy street, looking up at an impressive, and very modern looking 5 story glass fronted building. We can see through the glass walls, seeing the staircases and offices inside. And then, stepping into frame from the side, trying not the block the architectural masterpiece – another masterpiece of...
We start this week’s show with establishing shots of a Geordie-land’s infamous night-life. Along the Quayside, teaming with young bodies as the youth of the Toon move from pub to pub, barely wearing enough to protect them from the cold northern wind. Then we’re around the corner on a street with four story buildings on either side of a wide street, with plenty of pedestrian space infront of multiple pubs and clubs. Everyone looking very relieved that the lockdown is over and the party has...
Mark was still mortified the following day and called in sick rather than face his boss, Ezra DeZam. But DeZam surprised him, and came by his motel room to see how he was and to impart some important information to him. “Listen Mark, here in Monroe, some of us play it fast and loose. We have good reason for it. Other folks have tried to fit in here ... this climate sucks. We get torrential rain followed by floods and the humidity and heat are enough to drive you crazy. Seemed like everyone...
This character has nothing to do with the Isaac in Midnight Plush (q.v.). The idea for this story came in a dream, and that was his name in the dream, so I didn’t change it. This is the closest thing to a traditional short story I’ve submitted, and I would really like solid critique on it. Especially, did I do a good job of writing from a man’s point of view? Oh, and I guess I should state this explicitly, based on some so-called ‘feedback’ I’ve gotten on other stories: Everything I write is...
Hi lads. As normal, all my stories are true and I’ll only change names to protect identities. Don’t forget to comment after reading if you enjoyed it Happy reading guys. ***************************** Another boring day in the North East. With money to burn, me and my friend (lass) decided to get the train from Darlington through to the Metrocentre. If you’ve done this trip, you know you have to transfer at Newcastle. Newcastle station itself is a dull dreary place, loud and unexciting. But...
Hi lads.As normal, all my stories are true and I'll only change names to protect identities. Don't forget to comment after reading if you enjoyed it :)Happy reading guys.*****************************Another boring day in the North East. With money to burn, me and my friend (lass) decided to get the train from Darlington through to the Metrocentre. If you've done this trip, you know you have to transfer at Newcastle. Newcastle station itself is a dull dreary place, loud and unexciting. But there...
“I see you were using the pods again,” Marion White, the ships First Officer, says as she enters the galley to see Regina on the deck naked. “Unauthorized use of company property for personal pleasure is not allowed you know.” Regina lifts her head from the deck and blinks away the sleep. “Why don’t you just shove it up your ass,” she sneers. Marion walks over and pulls out an egg from a pod and pops it in her mouth. “You know, I don’t know what makes you so special.” She takes a seat and...
Newlywed Husband Learns the TruthLisa is a very large woman in her early twenties. She is about 5'6" and weighs about 380. She is definitely what you would call a SSBBW.John is a skinny, dorky white guy in his twenties.Pastor Lamont is in his late fifties, with gray hair and a gray goatee.John and Lisa had dated for almost two years before he proposed. They had a great relationship, but she told him she was going to wait until marriage to have sex with him. Lucky for John, she allowed him...
Anthony groaned as he slowly came awake. Where the hell am I? he wondered, momentarily confused by his surroundings. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he looked around the tiny room, as the events of the last day slowly came back to him. The contest, he thought, followed quickly by where are all the girls? Anthony slipped out of bed, searching on the floor for his sweat pants. He put them on, tugging the drawstring tight before exiting his bedroom and walking into the living...
So much time had passed, yet! so little had happened. i remembered everything liked it had happened today. i can still see his big dark brown eyes, his hard jaw-line, the lemon scented smell of his body, the feel of his strong arms arouund me, the taste of his huge tongue deep inside my mouth, but most of all, i remembered the sight of his big fat hard glistening black cock, which can add up to about 11". Belonging to a young studd Anthony's (tony) as we called him. he was somewhat of a bully,...
GayMy dick grew semi-hard even before we got out of the car.I knew I wanted to attend the Newport Naval Academy even before my father set the DeSoto's parking brake. Beyond the car window, about twenty feet away, three good-looking boys stood talking. Their tight white uniforms hugged their lithe teenage bodies rather provocatively. My parents insisted on a military type school. I was on my way to becoming a little punk and strict school discipline would "straighten" me out. Well, the "out" part...
An establishing shot of a modern looking school – all identifying signage is digitally masked for privacy reasons, but anyone familiar with the area would immediately recognize the stylized architecture of the building. And then our host steps into frame infront of the sign ... Sexy dimples, and big fake tits pushing out of the top of her sexy black PVC mini-skirted business suit, dominate the first impression. We can’t help but stare at those perfect orbs of flesh as they seem to attempt an...
Once more we fade in on our darkened ‘bedroom’ set. A rusty old metal bedframe, with headboard and footboard, plus a dirty, threadbare mattress laying on squeaky springs. There are no sheets, no blankets, and no pillows – just stains, mostly caused by our the guests who have appeared on the show this year. We pull back from these stains and turn to the side of the set – looking into the darkness of the unlit depths of the room as a figure approaches, feet clicking, or clomping, on the...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any...
How do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets – even ghosts – in your family history? And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.It was a crisp, but not cold, end of October evening in the “middle ground” just north of Vidalia, Louisiana, when Shelly stepped out of the woods and walked across the harvested cotton patch toward a small square of grass and weeds that stuck out almost like an island into the empty field. If you looked closely at that square,...
HistoricalHow do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets – even ghosts – in your family history? And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.It was a crisp, but not cold, end of October evening in the “middle ground” just north of Vidalia, Louisiana, when Shelly stepped out of the woods and walked across the harvested cotton patch toward a small square of grass and weeds that stuck out almost like an island into the empty field. If you looked closely at that square,...
HistoricalLooking at the wedding invitation in his hands from his frat brother, Tyrone Milton let his thoughts drift back to the end of his junior year in college. The invitation came from Brad Wilton, the frat brother who had beaten him out of the coveted office of president of the fraternity for their senior year of college. He began to fume as he tossed the invitation off to the side of his desk. "That fucker! I owe him one!" he muttered loudly. The fraternity that Tyrone and Brad Wilson had joined,...
This is a true account recording of an event I experienced as a girl during my student years in Newcastle England. At Uni first year, like most foreign students live in Halls, but unfortunate for myself, as a late starter was boarded in a flat, the upper attic, in a house across the river in Danmark street, Gateshead. Being a Scandinavian girl with all the typical traits associated to females of that origin, I did stand out somewhat, in a very grey looking place, habituated by equally grey...
Sorry if the title is misleading, but young sex and i****tuous sex are the turn-ons for girls like myself and horny guys wanting a dirty female for fun. Of course as a girl on the legal limit, getting a man inside you is just a nod or a wink away. Drinking from a beer bottle and noticing a guy eyeing you, is fun when you give the bottle an extra push into your mouth and withdraw it with a lip sucking extraction, slow and deliberate, to get the message across that this could be your cock and...
Sorry if the title is misleading, but young sex and i****tuous sex are the turn-ons for girls like myself and horny guys wanting a dirty female for fun.Of course as a girl on the legal limit, getting a man inside you is just a nod or a wink away.Drinking from a beer bottle and noticing a guy eyeing you, is fun when you give the bottle an extra push into your mouth and withdraw it with a lip sucking extraction, slow and deliberate, to get the message across that this could be your cock and what...
This is a true account recording of an event I experienced as a girl during my student years in Newcastle England.At Uni first year, like most foreign students live in Halls, but unfortunate for myself, as a late starter was boarded in a flat, the upper attic, in a house across the river in Danmark street, Gateshead.Being a Scandinavian girl with all the typical traits associated to females of that origin, I did stand out somewhat, in a very grey looking place, habituated by equally grey...
We fade in on our regular set – the rusty old bedstead, with the ratty stained mattress, set on a concrete floor in the middle of a dark studio, harshly lit from above by a single spotlight. The bed looks a little different to previous times we’ve seen it, because one end (the foot-end), and its legs, have been removed, leaving a sloping bedframe and mattress. There’s no explanation for the missing ‘footer’ from the bed. There’s a brief pause – then we hear footsteps approaching. Heels...
This week’s show begins with that same old rusty bedstead, and that same old dirty mattress. Pausing to take in the magnificent filthiness of it, then pulling back to reveal the bare concrete floor around it, and to take in the harsh lighting. And then we hear our guest of the week approaching, quick little footsteps ... Light clicks on the studio floor. We pan round to see what we’ve got this week and see a slight, pale, small-boobed lady walking in quick, short strides ... She’s not is a...