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I’d like to thank Daniellekitten for being my sounding board on this story. I never would have gotten it off the ground without her! ********************** I heard someone come in the room, but it didn’t register in my brain until she spoke. ‘Excuse me, Mr. Thompson?’ she said. Looking up from my desk, I saw the biggest, most beautiful pair of brown eyes in the world. It took me a second to recognise the face. ‘Angelina Benardo!’ I made sure to pronounce the g as an h in her first name....
I heard someone come in the room, but it didn't register in my brain until she spoke. "Excuse me, Mr. Thompson?" she said. Looking up from my desk, I saw the biggest, most beautiful pair of brown eyes in the world. It took me a second to recognise the face. "Angelina Benardo!" I made sure to pronounce the g as an h in her first name. "What are you doing here?" My face broke into a broad smile. I stood up. She came around the desk and gave me a warm hug. My body tingled at her...
History By Karen Hansen Monica closed the door behind her, sat her bag of school books down near the door, turned to walk into the living room and then froze in her tracks. She just stood there in total and complete shock. Her green eyes wide and mouth gaping open. In the middle of the living room was her 45 year old father kneeling before a woman. Seeing him in a pose like this was a bit of a surprise. She had always considered him a bit of a ladies' man, with a touch of...
BY ROBBY SR. [u]DRAKE, ANDY, & JORDAN - TODAY[/u] He couldn't use his real name, so he called himself Drake. The name simply sounded sexy to him: like anyone named Drake was a natural born fuck machine. He kept his real name secret, of course, so neither Andy nor his son, Jordan, knew who he really was. Andy clapped his son on the shoulder. “You'll be okay, won't ya, buddy?” he asked him. “Sure, dad.” Jordan said, all smiles. “Drake is gonna let me take over his computer so I...
It was senior year of college career and the last class that was required for me to graduate was open with only one spot left…at 8 a.m. I don’t know about you but any class that starts before noon is just rude. But seeing how “History of US Politics” was the only thing between now and graduating on time I sucked it up and enrolled. The first day of class the professor was 10 minutes late, grumpy and seemed like he wanted to be there less than I did. He quickly introduced himself as Dr....
I was sitting at my desk in History class, staring off into space, fantasizing about my teacher, Miss Smith, when I felt a tap on my shoulder."Not paying attention again?" Miss Smith asked me as I snapped out of my reverie."Um, no, sorry," I replied, embarrassed."Stay after class, I need to talk to you," she said to me before turning away, "Jesse, do you know the answer?"I slumped down in my desk, wishing I could disappear.*As the bell rings, everyone rushes out the door except me. I look up...
HISTORY OF THE MULTIVERSE --THE FEM-SLAVE WORLD-- It's called the multiverse, which is an infinite number of alternative realities, coexisting with our own world in our own time, but in other planes of existence: or you could just say "other dimensions" for short. If it can be dreamed, then it exists for real somewhere in the multiverse. Like the world where dogs rule and humans are the pets, or the clich?d realm where the Nazi's won the Second World War. And then there's the planet run b...
I was sitting in my American History class, nervously twisting my hands. My teacher had just told me to meet him in his office after class. I knew I had screwed up on the last test and have been behind in turning in my assignments. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice that class was over. Everyone was filing out of the classroom. I looked up and saw that the only people left were myself and the History teacher. Mr. Smith was my teachers name. I had thought from the beginning of...
After a couple of weeks James thought back over all that had happened over the last year or so. One person kept coming back into his mind, Beverly. At first he was just curious, wondering how she was doing, was she happy? As agreed they had their first lunch at the end of Beverly's initial semester. This went really well and James was amazed at how much she was growing, not just with her course work, but personally. She was much more open and more attractive than he had remembered. He...
Hello everybody, I am a 27 yrs old married women & this is my story. I am working in a very reputed AD agency in Bangalore which has it’s head office in Delhi & I have a very good friend of mine, she is also married & working with me & when I told her about my affairs she encouraged me to post my story in ISS & before she told me about this site I did not know that such a site existed. I am posting this true story of mine for all you readers enjoyment & specially for...
Hello everybody, I am a 27 yrs old married women & this is my story. I am working in a very reputed AD agency in Bangalore which has it’s head office in Delhi & I have a very good friend of mine, she is also married & working with me & when I told her about my affairs she encouraged me to post my story in ISS & before she told me about this site I did not know that such a site existed. I am posting this true story of mine for all you readers enjoyment & specially for those married women who...
The black SUV had been following me for almost a mile. Just lurking a few hundred feet behind me, driving slowly in the misty light of dusk. I looked around the empty park I was running by, realizing no one was out. I’d left my cell phone in my car, and panic was beginning to set in. Suddenly the car began gaining speed, and I pushed myself harder, trying my best to get to a main street. Suddenly I heard someone yelling my name. I looked over, only to see a familiar thinning head of hair. ...
Warning: This is a long story with a slow build-up. 1980 was a long time ago. A lot of history has happened since then, but there are parts of that year I remember like it was yesterday. I remember being a shy, seventeen-year-old kid, in my second-last year of high school, and I remember that I was not exactly Mister Popularity, either. I remember that feeling of not always fitting in, although I still had a few friends of my own, and I wasn’t a total misfit, and I remember being a virgin, even...
I've had a few requests wanting to know about Auntie, so I decided I'd post this history of her.Auntie is not a flesh and blood Auntie. She was a friend of the family who grew into an Auntie role around us k**s. We just started calling her Auntie. She came into my life (befriended my mother), when I was about 16 years old. She is 17 years older than me, so she was 33 at the time. I was infatuated with her right away, she was very feminine. Auntie wore skirts and dresses more than she wore...
Chapter 4 continued. “Baby you seemed bit strange, are you alright!” He stopped with his lucky adventure of deflowering her pussy lips, when she replied that she is bit tired and lied by his side. She got deeply engrossed in something else. “You are very lucky lady that you got a husband who loves you so much and in addition to it he has a very lovely cock. So long and having such a thickness in its girth! I was hypnotized by it when I saw it for the first time and I should also mention that he...
Judy and her friend Sally, both in the their 60s and demanding older women. Judy was my mother in law and knew I liked bondage when she found my hidden material while sitting at our house. Now they had me for the week to use as they liked at any time. She had me strip then masturbate while the watched. Both laying back in large soft chairs with the legs spread. In silk lingerie showing the curves of the breast and split up to the thighs. My cock was hard as I looked at them pulling hard on my...
Adwomen A Short Story By Maryanne Peters Siobhan and I had gone through a similar education for a career in advertising. We shared a modest apartment in the city. We were both young and ambitious, and short of money. The only real differences were that she was a woman, and I wasn't; and I had talent, and she didn't. So, imagine my private disgust when she got a prime job at the Garret Agency, and I was still only free-lancing. She got the job because she was what I was not. ...
Hi this me Solomon from Chennai I am 18 years of age from last 2 year I had a dream to fuck any one day I got a chance inn that .in my old house I had a watch women was very sexy and had a structure of 36-30-36 and fair in color. One day I had been shifted my house from there and I had been sad for shifting my house so I can’t see my uma akka (watch women). One I went to my old house that I want to take my bank letter from that house. That day she was very sexy in blue color saree tat was very...
The Photograph The Photograph This story is all a reaction to a photograph I saw in National Geographic Magazine. Sometime in the 1980 NG did an an article on modern Japan. The purpose of the shot was to illustrate how the impact of population density and the scarcity of open land impacts the society. It showed two women in formal equestrian attire seated atop mechanical horses on front of a large projector television. The shot featured the mechanical equines with the image of a green...
On Friday Mary set the time for her and Jerome to get together for the first time. They agreed that he would follow her in his car to the road behind her house. He would then park his car on the strip mall lot and get into her car. That way she could pull directly into her house garage. Once the door to the garage closed they would exit the car and move into the house. He would leave the same way. That way no one would know she had a man, especially a black man, in her car or her house or her...
or "Happiest Guy On Campus" Chapter 1: Proposition "What!?" wasn't a terribly snappy response but the question had come out of left field, so "What!?" was the best I could manage on the spur of the moment. "We want you to be our first," Julie said again, sitting down across from me in the dorm floor's kitchen, smiling her enigmatic smile. Making a great leap of understanding (or was it outrageous, lustful hope?) I asked and at the same time answered the obvious question: "You...
Reddit Women of Color, aka r/WomenOfColor/! I must say that multiracial bitches pack quite a punch when it comes to the stuff they strut. It’s not that I have anything against white bitches. In fact, I don’t give a fuck about busting a nut into white bitches. But let me be honest. Mixed race bitches often pass off as sexier and more exotic compared to your ordinary white neighborhood whores. I am not sure what is your take on this. But fuck you! I don’t give a fuck about your fucking take....
Reddit NSFW ListAlright guys, time to take a back seat and let your girlfriend or wife into the room. Yeah, that’s right. Get out of here. Go play some video games or go jerk it to some hardcore porn somewhere else. Me and your girl need some alone time to talk. Don’t worry, you’re not getting cucked yet, at least not by me. I’ve just got some good shit for her.Okay, is he gone? Sweet, let's get down to business, babe. You probably don’t like the same kind of porn your guy does. And before you start denying...
Porn for Women SitesXHamster.com is a well-known website for free porn on the internet. If you want to get a huge repository of porn, one of the best places to go to would be XHamster.com. There are just so many different videos to enjoy there that you would be stunned by what you can find. One of the things I found for example, is an entire section dedicated to women. I never even knew that women were an important enough demographic for porn sites! But I guess that XHamster.com saw the use of there being a...
Porn for Women SitesWhile the porn industry has always been dominated by male viewers, some sites have noticed that there has been an influx of female users in the last couple of years. That’s why websites like XVideos.com have started to implement porn for women. This kind of porn is more oriented towards chicks and if just appeals to them a lot more. If you’re a woman, then you probably know what kind of porn I’m talking about. We’re looking at sensual and erotic stuff, and sometimes taboo fantasies too, such as...
Porn for Women SitesI know this is going to blow some minds out there if any guys are reading, but women love porn too! I know, it sounds crazy, but I swear that it’s true. After all, I’m The Porn Dude and I basically know every single thing that there is to know about porn, including who likes what. When it comes to chicks, they usually dig different porn than what guys want. Of course, just like in everyday things, girls are often quite picky and won’t settle just for any kind of porn. That’s why some platforms...
Porn for Women SitesIt seemed odd the way the natives seemingly vanished from the dig, but it didnt really worry Josef that much. After all, he was now able to scan through that single cavern where he had been warned not to enter by several of the natives. "Now what were they hiding." He thought to himself as he walked into the cavern, torch in hand, guiding his way deeper into the dark depths. After several hours looking, a tunnel, previously unseen caused a smile to creep accross the young historian's...
Mind ControlI woke up one day early as I knew an important letter would be arriving. I didn't bother to close my robe, knowing that my neighborhood was safe and no one would give me a second glance anyways. No one thought me attractive, to my mind. I must have been ignoring the signs of wolf whistles and the sidelong glances if someone did. I didn't bother to take my measurements, I had no care. I just took whatever bras and panties fit me. I went out to the mailbox and took out the mail. Too many bills...
I first realized i was gay, but did not really know what those feelings were. When I went to college and went to bathroom there was a lot of stuff written on the walls in ink, or etched in. I just read them, and moved on.However, i lived in a town with only one gay bar witch i found out about, but never went in. I drove pass it on my home from college library.As i was a block away from the bar, a cute short white slim boy was at the next block crying while i was stopped at the light. i asked if...
Jose by joseph falls Jose era siempre un nino extrano. Tenia buenas notas en la escuela, no se metia en problemas, ni se llenaba de polvo porque nunca pateaba la bola en el patio con sus companeros. Jose era callado, y callado iba y venia de la escuela a la casa. Jose vivia con su madre que se habia quedado soltera, porque su padre la dejo embarazada cuando la convencio de acostarse con el como una prueba de amor. Los padres de ella le ayudaron a criar al nino dandole una...
Dates and Figures "You've stopped selling pictures of Spider-man." Captain George Stacy leaned against the lip of his desk. His classroom was empty but for one student. Peter Parker was unsettled with poor posture in the front row seat. He was here with an uncharacteristic excused absence from his biology class. Leaning on his wrists as the teenager looked at Spider-man's ally and the father of the woman he loved. He truly loved Gwen. What he felt for Liz, MJ and Cat were harder to...
"You can't not go, Lizzie!" Sally grabbed her friend and pulled her into an alcove between lockers. Her snarl sent another freshman hurrying down to the next water fountain. "It's the party. There won't be anything this big for months. This is our last chance to show the school where we intend to stand in the food chain for senior year!" "That's just it Sal," Liz sighed, "I don't care where I stand. It's not like you're going to stop being my friend and none of the boys left...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Zachary listened to the couple in the condo above his. Her deep moans penetrated the walls and he felt himself slightly aroused. He tried to imagine what they were doing to each other- her pouting collagen-filled lips taking in his cock with ease, his cock banging into her cunt from behind. Her moans turned to shots screams quickly and then all movement and sound stopped. Zach looked at the clock thinking that that it wouldn’t be long until he had a...
EroticThis is our story. A straight no holes barred, no dancing around the moonlight account of the events over the past few years. Its the way my wife likes it. She told me, “tell it all, nice and straight. And start from the beginning.” And so..... When we first got married, the sex was great. Kris surprised me with her carnal knowledge. The way she would dance her tongue around in your mouth or the effortlessness with which she took to power strokes. But make no mistake I was the master, I could...
EroticI felt that I just had to write this down and share it with you guys. At the moment, I am feeling like the luckiest man alive, which is a drastic change from how I felt this morning....I got to my workshop at around 8.45am, ready to start work on a set of iron gates that had been ordered last week. Business was slow, and although I had quoted a delivery time of 3 weeks, I supposed that if I could get them finished a bit earlier, I could get paid a bit earlier too!As I fished in my pocket for my...
Friends my name is Arya. I love to fuck married women with kids and children because they will be having big boobs and a great ass. They love to fuck boys of my age than their husbands. My age is 23. It was at the age of 12 I started feeling for sex. I had fucked many girls of my age when I was doing my education. After I finished education, I came to my hometown. I was very happy to see aunties and married women’s. I started being close to young guys who studies in school. At the mean time, I...
THIS FIRST CHAPTER IS A COMPLETE STORY, BUT I'M LEAVING THIS OPEN FOR OTHER WRITERS TO ADD TO. MAYBE WRITE YOUR OWN STORY SET IN THE SAME WORLD AS THIS, BUT DEALING WITH NEW CHARACTERS. NINE YEARS IN THE FUTURE It all happened on the night of June 5, 2029, for weeks after it happened there were crazy theories on what caused this event. Some said it was an act of God, some said it was aliens, there were even those who believed that the women were possessed by demons. When the FBI started looking...
The Kim Chandler Prison for WomenBy the Bitchfinder GeneralSynopsis: Linda Marshall, now Mayor of the new town of Eastminster, has set out to transform every aspect of life within the town and its environs into a living hell for women, especially beautiful blondes. This is the story of her prison for women, named after one of her oldest enemies.The Kim Chandler Prison for WomenBy the Bitchfinder General1Linda Marshall, Mayor of Eastminster, smiled happily as she thought of the way in which,...
All I can remember is that the cold November night was dark, foggy and rainy. I was driving as slow as possible not being able to see well through the fog. Suddenly I saw darkness and my car stops giving me no hope of turning on again. I hit the steering wheel and curse loudly. It had been such a long hard day at work and I was tired and ready to come home. I don't know why I was even rushing to get home since I lived all alone. I would often come home to an empty apartment. All I basically did...
Erotic(Bobby may tell her tale.) My name is Bobby may Walcott; my sister is will-mina (Wilma or wily for short). We come from a family of Wicca women far back as I can tell. It is well over eight hundred years. I and my sister's will be tying to tell our story as best we can. Well I guess the best place to start is the beginning? I guess it started back when our grand aunt Mural took over the families following. That was 1866 when she began to mate with her father Milford Walcott, she was...
Pam tells us about the time she and her daughter were invited to spend the day with the women from the local supermarket. Wendy is to be the prize for the best employees. She is taken on the bus, in the pool, for lunch and on the way home! Her mother also has fun with the hotel manager’s daughter. Ever since Wendy had been chosen as the Supermarket Princess, we had been welcomed as honoured guests whenever we went there to do our shopping. I loved the way the women showed their...
Ever since Wendy had been chosen as the Supermarket Princess, we had been welcomed as honoured guests whenever we went there to do our shopping. I loved the way the women showed their admiration for my darling daughter, by following her with their eyes and licking their lips. They made it obvious that they were still lusting after her. Wendy teased them sometimes by letting the more attractive ones have glimpses of her body, mainly her legs and breasts. She remembered the way the women had used...
Ever since Wendy had been chosen as the Supermarket Princess, we had been welcomed as honoured guests whenever we went there to do our shopping. I loved the way the women showed their admiration for my darling sixteen year old, by following her with their eyes and licking their lips. They made it obvious that they were still lusting after her. Wendy teased them sometimes by letting the more attractive ones have glimpses of her body, mainly her legs and breasts. She remembered the way the women...
According to some studies, 3 out of 10 men are can attest that they really understand women.The remaining 7, you ask? They are out in the haystack finding needles. This means that almost 70% of the men population in the U.S. contends that whatever they do, they still could not figure out how to understand women.For this reason, men are having a hard time to figure out what attract women sexually and romantically in a relationship. 6 out of ten men attest that women are so unpredictable that...
I love big Black women. I’ve been addicted to big beautiful Black ladies ever since I could remember. I’ve been collecting videos and magazines specifically geared to my unique interest for ages. My name is Jackson LeBrun. I’m twenty seven years old and I’m a Canadian man of Haitian descent who’s strongly attracted to Black women. I’m addicted to the Black ladies and I don’t want to be cured. I love what my fascination makes me. A Black female worshiper. A six-foot-three, lean and muscular...
White women are overrated. And they’re not my standard of beauty. Black women are my standard of beauty. There, I said it. And I mean it with every fibre of my being. This is coming from me, Samuel Xavier. A proud bisexual Black man who’s bedded women and men of all races before coming to this shocking conclusion. I just wanted to let the world know how I feel. Seriously. After years of switching back and forth between male and female lovers, I discovered that the person most capable of loving...
Training of asian womenA guide for any White man who owns asian womenPreamble: The objective of training asian women can be manifold. Asian women must be trained to be able to provide full pleasure to White men by any means necessary. Asian women must also learn to abide by the slave protocol as set by White men But most importantly, the essence of training asian women is to make them become fully aware of their own inferiority to White men. An asian woman's inferiority, in all aspects of...
One of my favorite rap songs of all time says Bitches Ain’t Shit. I couldn’t agree more. Truer words were never spoken, folks. Lots of good men hook up with what appears to be decent women and eventually these men discover that there’s no such thing as a decent woman. All women are bitches. All of them without exception. Your mother. Your daughter. Your wife. Your aunt. The hooker down the street. The female lawyer in her office. The female senator on the senate floor. The librarian in your...
"Did the foot massage get things going?" I ask. "No," says Nicole. "Why not?" "If there's one thing Rich hates," says Nicole, "it is feet." This is an article about frigid women. From time to time, I am actually going to try to talk about frigid women (I've changed the names in the case studies), but it is not going to be easy, because it's vague, frigidity. It's a fog that rolls in, spreads, thickens, smothers everything, then recedes. You can't attack it directly,...
What’s with women drivers these days? Is it me or are they acting crazier than usual? I mean, seriously. Picture this : A tall young black man strolling through the city of Brockton on a hot day in late August. I’m crossing the street. I’m not alone. There are two young women and they have one cart with them. This woman comes barreling down the street in a dark car. She’s speeding and seems oblivious to the fact that three human beings are also crossing the street. Apparently, she considers...
The Tale of Two Women Chapter l -- The Graduates Graduate When Brad Mussleman graduated from the Wharton School of Business as an honors student in their MBA program his parents bought him the large estate next to theirs in Western Los Angeles County, California as a bonus for joining their firm as a full partner.All the aspiring, talented, and single-minded girls who knew Brad were aware that he would one day take over Mussleman Group, headquartered in Beverly Hills, from his...
My name is Lucien Shay. A six-foot-one, broad-shouldered and muscular young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. These days, life just couldn’t be better. Everybody is whining about The Recession but I’m doing alright. In May 2008, I earned my bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice from UMass-Boston. And I got hired by the Boston Metropolitan Sheriff’sBlack male student confronts racist women on campus. Department as a Corrections Officer. The pay is okay. I’m just glad I got...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, openly bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. Currently residing in Brockton’s West Side. Sometimes, I think black women are their own worst enemies. More than anything else, they’re the ones who drive black men to dating and marrying women of other races. Black women are uncompromisingly problematic. More so than females of other races, it seems. It’s like they got a bone to pick with the entire world. Male or female, black or white,...
Okay, here goes nothing. African-American guys like myself have a certain image in the eyes of the world. We’re thought of as tougher, meaner and more athletic than the average guy. Also, people seem to think we gravitate toward either athletic pursuits or criminal endeavors, and nothing in between. Neither is exactly true for most Black men living in the United States of America. Just to prove to you how untrue these stereotypes are, take me for example. My name is Arnold Thompson. And I’m a...
The Secret World of Women. I work for a magazine that covers unusual subjects. The writers there go on all sorts of adventures, trips around the world, journey's to space. Our budget is pretty big so they never spare any expense in getting good stories. I wasn't a writer for a while. Just a copy editor, when one day the boss decided to give me a chance to write my first article. Whatever the subject, I knew i had to accept the challenge. So, after being told the good news, headed...
C tagged behind Sneha like he always did on their shopping trips. He deliberately walked a couple of feet behind her so he could watch the rise of her hips, the flash of skin when her tshirt rode up and the movement of her silky hair. She had left her hair down after brushing it. She had tight white pants and a loose black top. That was when C felt someone place their fingers inside his pants, not very deep, just until the first joint and pull him backwards. The authoritative nature was...
My wife asked me to write a story that dealt with issues that she is currently facing in corporate America while attempting to lead a group in a dynamically new business direction. In essence, she is the Bob character in that regard. She also asked me to, ‘clean it up’ so that she could share it with some of her direct reports. Sorry, there is no sex here, while it is ultimately romantic in the end, it fits better in the, ‘non-erotic’ category. The story was also inspired by a job interview I...
Chapter Twelve: Dominating Her Brother's Women By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn't write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Pyrriah – Rathay Desert “Nephi?” I asked as I rode on my camel out across the...