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Trust Fall

Book One of The Trust Trilogy

Tess Quince

Chapter Eight

I WAKE. I WAS IN a deep, relaxed sleep. It was a full sleep. It isn’t the restless, worried sleep of a single mom with a little boy and a man-child ex-husband and a mortgage and a career and a portfolio of loans to monitor. It was the sleep you get laying on the beach with a head full of daiquiris. It was the sleep of a stoned college kid. It was the sleep of a child in the back of a car on the way home from grandma’s house after a full day of fun and turkey. It was a sleep I haven’t had since before Danny was born. I lay there quietly with my eyes closed inviting the sleep back. It doesn’t come. I wonder how long I’ve been asleep. I open my eyes and the clock says only a half hour.

My shower is running. Ben Sheppard must be in it. I get up and go to the bathroom door. I think of asking him if he needs anything, but instead I crack open the door and peek in. He’s behind the curtain. It’s a translucent curtain. I bought it when Danny started saying he didn’t always want his mommy with him in the bath. He wanted privacy. I wanted to make sure Danny didn’t slip and fall. On those days when he didn’t want me in the room for his bath time, I left the door open and the curtain let me see his little body moving safely behind it.

Now I see Ben Sheppard standing still letting the water cascade over his body. It’s not a perfect body. Tall, yes. But he is forty-seven and doesn’t appear to work out. He gets his workout from actually working. There’s a bit of a tummy, but the muscles across his shoulders and down his arms are muscular and natural looking. It’s a nice ass for a man his age.

I watch him slowly duck his head under the showerhead.

‘You’re free to watch,’ he says. Damn, I’m caught. ‘Or you could join me.’

I smile.

‘Sorry. I was just going to ask if you need anything.’

‘I’m good. So what will it be? You watching or coming in?’

I pull my dress over my head and let it fall to the floor and pull the curtain back and step into the shower behind him. He likes it hot. I put my arms around him and hold his chest while I lean my face against his wet back.

‘That’s nice,’ he says.

I don’t say anything. I like feeling the slight ripple of his back muscles against my cheek and my fingers are playing with his chest hair.

‘There is one problem,’ he says after a few minutes.

‘Ummmm,’ is all I can manage to say.

‘I didn’t bring any soap. I’m going to have to use yours. I won’t smell like Irish Spring but what you have here.’ I feel him pick up the bottle. He says, ‘Honey hibiscus lavender fusion’

I laugh quietly at the thought of it and he feels it in his back.

‘You think that’s funny?’

I pull my hands from his chest and take the bottle from him and pick up one of my loofahs. I squirt some of the soap on it and begin to wash his back. I’m a little rough with him, but he seems to be enjoying the scrub. I make sure I get him from his shoulders to his lower back then take his right arm and scrub it. I do his left. They both stretch out what seems like the length of my shower.

I turn him around and lather his chest. I like how the soap and his hair look all matted up. I reach up to do his neck and stop over his Adam’s apple. I hold it and he swallows and I like how it moves across my palm. I palm some soap and run it over his face and stubble.

I sit on the side of the tub and begin washing his legs. I feel bad that I’ve not appreciated them before. They’re strong and muscled. His flaccid cock is inches from my face, but I avoid looking right at it. I work his thighs then his calves and the backs of his legs.

Finally, I look at his cock directly. It’s soft and obviously smaller than when he’s inside me. It hangs slightly to the left. I’ve never spent time looking at a man’s cock. Not even Josh’s. I’ve fumbled with them in bed but that’s mostly with the lights off. I’ve seen them when Josh and old boyfriends were getting dressed. Aesthetically, I don’t find them the most attractive things. They flop around and seem ungainly. Almost silly. I didn’t need to look closely, did I? I got the general idea. But I do take a close look at Ben’s. He’s circumcised and the mushroom shaped head seems disproportionately bulbous compared to his shaft. I get some more soap, lather it then surround his cock with my hands. I feel it grow slightly as I do so and sense a rise in its temperature. I lift it up and look at its underside. A long ridge runs from his head to the base. He’s not as hairy as I expect. His chest is covered in hair, but not so much here. I softly lather his balls with my right hand. They seem large compared to other men’s I’ve felt. Is that an age thing? I lift them in my palm and they feel heavy for their size. With my left hand, I pull down on his cock watching the soap bubble and clean him. He doesn’t harden as I expect. He doesn’t guide my mouth to his cock as I half fear and am half curious about. He’s not going to do anything except let himself be washed. I put my hands on the cheeks of his behind and soap them up and force myself to run my soapy fingers down the cleft of his ass. It feels taboo and naughty, but if he thinks so, he doesn’t show it. I run my fingers just a bit deeper then stand up.

He looks me in the eye and says ‘thank you.’ He turns and rinses himself off and I watch.

He looks down my body.

‘You shaved since last time.’

My skin is red from the hot water, but I feel myself blush.

‘Yes, you like?’

‘It’s okay. It’s your body. However, I like the women I’m with to look like women, not little girls.’

I’m a little crest-fallen and he sees that.

‘But when in Rome,’ he says. He picks up one of my razors and tries to hand it to me. ‘Go ahead, shave my pubic hair. We’ll be matched set.’

I break out laughing and he interrupts my laughing with the question, ‘Hungry?’

‘Starving,’ I say.

‘We’ve missed our reservation. I was told of another place, but we may have to wait. That okay?’

‘Of course,’ I say. I’ll wait with you anywhere, I think. ‘I’ll let you finish up, okay?’

He nods his head and smiles and I step out and dry myself while he shampoos.

As I’m about to leave I take another look at him.

‘Ben, I was wondering if you’d do me one more favor.’

‘Sure.’

‘Don’t shave—down there or your face.’

He pauses for a beat and I think I can hear his smile.

‘No problem but any whisker burn is on you.’

I close the door behind me and let him finish.

He offers to let me drive my car, but I demure. I like riding in his big, loud, imposing truck.

The front seat of the truck has a wide bench seat and there’s a place right next to him in the middle to sit close, but I decide to sit by the passenger door. This truck was built for big men doing hard work to sit in three abreast so there’s room enough for me to curl my legs up underneath me. I’m leaning against the door and have angled myself so that I’m looking at Ben. I like to watch him shift the gears and hear the engine rev up or slow down to his command. I like seeing his hand gripping the end of the gear shifter and the cable like muscles in his forearm rise and fall as he does all this.

He takes me to Terry’s Turf Club. It’s only a ten minute drive. I’ve never been there. It’s got an over-the-top roadside atmosphere with neon lights glaring into the night inside and out. Hamburgers seem to be the feature. It’s late so we’re seated quickly which I hear is unheard of for this place.

‘You up for a hamburger?’

‘I’m starving,’ I say.

I flip open the menu. It seems like it’s only minutes when the waitress appears.

‘You ready?’ Ben Sheppard asks me over his menu.

‘No,’ I say.

I’m amazed at the variety of hamburgers. Everything looks good.

‘Yeah, screw this,’ he says. He turns to the waitress. ‘Just bring us the top three appetizers on the list and the first five hamburgers.’

‘What?’ she asks.

‘If there’s anything you know that’s good, just add it to our order.’

‘You want me to decide for you?’

He smiles at her.

‘Yes. And two domestic beers. Bud, Miller, whatever. Beer okay with you?’ he asks me. I nod yes.

The waitress rolls her eyes at him suspiciously. I’m sure she’s wondering if this nut case is going to tip her or cause her any trouble. He’s no nutcase, I want to tell her. He’s just…I don’t know. He’s just Ben Sheppard. But I can see in her eyes that she’s giving him the benefit of the doubt. She’s about his age, maybe older. Or has her late shift just worn her out? I see in her eyes she finds him attractive. She walks away to give the kitchen our order.

‘Why do you do that?’ I ask.

‘Do what?’

‘That. Order multiple items. Why don’t you just pick something like everyone else.’

‘It saves time and I know I’ll likely get something I want.’

‘Saves time? We’re not in a hurry.’

‘Tess, I told you my wife passed away.’

I nod my head. Oh, uh. He’s going to reveal something about himself. Something about his wife. This could be big. Do I even want to hear it, I ask myself.

‘I loved her. She was the love of my life. I’ll never get a single minute with her again. One day, after she had died, I was eating at a restaurant by myself when I couldn’t decide what I wanted. It was a bad night for me. I was eating alone. My kids were back at college. All my friends were great, but they were getting on with their lives, so I was on my own. Alone. My wife loved eating out. We’d go to restaurants two or more times a week. We’d repeat sometimes, but she was always finding something new. I thought, if she and I went out twice a week and took ten minutes staring at a menu and we did that fifty weeks a year, that was hours and hours of our time together we could have been looking at each other and instead we spent looking at menus. A lot of the times I didn’t even like what I ordered. So that night I decided to not waste any more time looking at menus. I ordered a few dishes. I liked some more than others. I didn’t waste a minute of life deciding what I wanted and I got something I enjoyed.’

Our waitress sets down two bottles of beers and two glasses as she passes by.

‘So now I’m out with you, Tess. I only have a limited time here—a month. I don’t want to spend the time I have with you looking at anything but your pretty face.’

I blush a little.

‘You miss her?’

‘Of course. She was the love of my life.’

I wonder why I don’t even have a touch of jealousy. I know it’s silly to be jealous about his wife, but I feel I should be. I used to get jealous at these little interns that Josh always had around his studio. But they were cute and young and perky and too stupid to know that Josh was just a dork with a good musical ear. And they were often high.

‘I see her every time I see my daughter. It’s strange. Seeing my daughter makes me so happy, but there’s always this little stab of grief. Grief? Jeez, Tess. Let’s talk about something happier.’

The waitress sets down three appetizers in front of us. I smile at her and she seems to have decided we’re okay

‘Eat up,’ she says and walks away.

‘There is one thing I want to ask?’ I say it in a low voice and Ben Sheppard leans close to me.

‘Yes,’ he says in an equally low voice and a smile.

‘When we make love. You’re rough. Rougher than any man has ever been with me. By far.’

‘That okay? I don’t mean to hurt you.’

‘Yes. It’s more than okay. I just…I guess I don’t know why it’s so okay…why it’s so good.’

He takes a bite of the deviled egg app. He looks me in the eyes while he chews. He swallows.

‘How should I know?’ he says.

‘Well, you do it. Why do you like it?’

‘I don’t know.’

I’m disappointed. I feel he’s evading me. The waitress comes over with several burgers and struggles to find a place on our table for them. Ben Sheppard thanks her and when she walks away, he turns back to me.

‘I really don’t know,’ he says. ‘I guess I could give it some thought, but I’m not about to. The bedroom isn’t a place for thinking too much. As long as you’re okay with it, I suggest we just go with it.’

I’m unsatisfied. I’m well fucked and being well fed so I decide to push.

‘Your wife never said why she liked it?’

He stops mid-bite.

‘I never made love to Helen the way I’ve made love to you.’

I give him what must appear to be a stupid, open mouth ‘whaaaaaa?’ look. He takes a bite of the mushroom burger and chews. When he’s done, he leans back.

‘You’re not eating,’ he says. ‘Eat while I tell you.’

I take a bite of the burger he just put down. It’s rich and beefy and the sauce is tangy.

‘Helen was my college sweetheart. We never made love until we were married. Her decision, obviously. She was a virgin until our wedding night a month after graduation. Anyway, we broke up for several months junior year. While we were broken up, I started seeing this girl. She was a grad student. At twenty-four, she was older and wiser in the ways of the world than me. We went out for pizza one night and she asked me back to her place. Things were going pretty quick. I was used to Helen always slowing things down. Playing defense. This girl was full speed ahead. All offense, bless her heart. Anyway, things are getting more and more heavy and she takes off my pants, unloops my belt and puts it in my hands. She bends over and says, ‘Spank me’. Now, I’m flustered. Spank her? I think. You have to remember, this is pre-internet. We didn’t have access to all the crazy stuff kids see today in the course of one browsing session. The only time we ever heard of kinky stuff was when someone’s brother came back from the Navy. We didn’t even know it existed. Spank her? She says it again, ‘Spank me’.

‘So I slap her with the belt. It was a half-hearted little tap that wouldn’t have made a three-year-old cry. But it was sexy to me. I found I did kind of like it. She didn’t though. She turned her head to me and said, ‘Fucking spank me like you’re a man’. She had a fire in her eyes and she looked angry and frustrated and in need all at the same time. So I spanked her. I gave it to her hard. But it wasn’t hard enough. ‘Harder,’ she said. Now I’m frustrated that I’ve not made her happy and I liked that second, harder spank even more than the first. I pull my arm back and bring that belt hard across her ass. The sound of leather on bare skin snapped across the room. She let out a loud ‘yes’ that made me even more excited. When I pulled back, there was a bright red streak across her pale white ass. She said, ‘Like that. Again and again’. I was overwhelmed. I came right then and there standing in my underwear.

‘It started with that, Tess. She forgave me coming so soon and over a few months guided me through the things she liked and I liked them too.

‘But in the end we weren’t for each other. The love wasn’t there. Helen and I started talking and eventually me and this girl split it off. Helen and I graduated and a few weeks later we were standing in a church getting married. I took Helen’s virginity that night in a Sheraton by Milwaukee’s airport when our flight got delayed. On our honeymoon I tried some of the things I learned with that girl, but they were non-starters for Helen. I tried every few years, but Helen thought them borderline sick.

‘Helen wasn’t bad in bed. She was just unadventurous. I wasn’t unhappy at all. There was always that itch, but it wasn’t anything Helen was going to enjoy and it was anything I was going to push.

‘But now that she’s gone, now that I’ve mourned her, now that I’ve moved on with life, I’m going to have sex and make love like I want to have sex and that
is—what’d you call it?—rough. Yeah, I like it rough. You seem to also.’

‘Yes, I do,’ I say. ‘Will you keep being rough with me?’

‘Of course,’ he says.

‘Will you do something else?’

‘Sure.’

‘Will you stay the night again?’

‘Of course.’

We’re the last table to leave. We finish sampling their hamburgers and Ben Sheppard pays the bill and we walk down the road to his truck. As we climb in, someone inside Terry’s Turf Club throws the switch that cuts off all the outside neon lights. It tosses us into darkness.

He opens the door for me and I climb in. He gets in on his side and starts that truck and heads for my house.

‘About spending the night,’ he says.

‘Yes?’

Oh, no. Is he going to or not?

‘Well, this afternoon was good, but I’m not fully recovered yet…to make love to you again.’

I pout at him. I think of a joke.

‘Oh, well, if I’m in need there’s always that friend I have in my nightstand drawer.’

‘Are you in need?’ he asks with a smile.

I hold up my left hand to him as he looks at me. I have my forefinger and thumb in the ‘a little bit’ symbol.

‘Scoot over here,’ he says.

I scoot.

He pulls the truck off into the parking lot of an office supply store and leaves it running. He flips a switch that cuts all the interior lights. It’s pitch black.

He takes my left hand in his lap and turns my wrist up. He rubs my forearm softly.

‘Close your eyes.’

I close my eyes.

He strokes the soft skin of my forearm. I breathe deep and enjoy his touch. His fingers on my skin are hypnotic and I feel myself fall into relaxation. I’m so comfortable with him.

‘Now spread your legs slightly.’

I spread my legs.

‘Now lean forward just a touch.’

I lean forward and I feel the vibration of the truck’s engine move from my ass to my pussy.

‘Got it? Feel it?’

I nod yes.

‘Okay, just hold yourself there.’

He strokes my forearm three more times then with his right middle finger he taps my left wrist right at the pulse point. It’s a strong tap. He does it rhythmically. Tap. Tap. Tap. I don’t know what that is—an acupressure point?—but it’s going right to my pussy and I feel myself get wet and the truck’s slight vibration feels so nice. I feel Ben’s leg move. He gives the truck some gas and the vibration increases.

‘Oh, yes,’ I mumble.

He’s still tapping and tapping on my wrist. I push my hips forward to get more of my pussy exposed to that wonderful sensation he’s sending through the engine into the seats then to me. Tap. Tap. Tap. He lessens the gas then puts more into it. I hear the motor loud in my ears now and hard in my pussy. And still the tapping doesn’t change its rhythm.

‘God, Ben Sheppard, this is nice.’

The tap, tap, tap continues. It is strong, slow, methodical. I feel his leg move. Ever so slowly he’s pressing down his foot and ever so slowly the engine revs faster and faster and the noise increases and the vibration is incredible and suddenly I’m coming. It’s different than the times before, but I’m coming and I take my wrist away from Ben and grasp the dashboard with both hands. He still has the gas pressed down and I’m still coming. I let out a long, unintelligible moan until it passes.

I lean back. Once I catch my breath, I look over at Ben who seems smug and satisfied with himself.

‘Thank you,’ I say. ‘Anything I can do for you?’

‘Give me your panties,’ he says.

I lift up my behind and shimmy my panties to my feet and step out of them. They’re wet. He takes them and puts them to his nose and inhales.

‘Thank you,’ he says.

He leans over me and puts them in his glove box.

We go home, wash, brush and kiss goodnight. I lay in the crook of his right arm and I bury my fingers in his chest hair. His right arm settles on my right breast. That’s how we fall asleep and that’s how we wake up.

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I was going through the morning mail my secretary had just put on my desk when I was alerted to an incoming call on my cell phone. Not too many people knew my cell phone number and a quick glance confirmed that it was from my best friend, Nick Camden. "Hello Nick, what can I do for you?" I asked as I continued to sort through the mail. "Jack, can we get together for lunch today?" A quick check of my calendar and I found I had time in my schedule. "Sure can. How about Sordino's at...

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Trust

I'm going to tell you a story. Okay – that's what I do, I know. But this one is sort of true. You'll have to guess how much is truth and how much wishful fantasy... Jack's an older guy, nearing retirement age. He was, when this started, married to Audrey. Now Audrey, sadly, only comes into the story peripherally, but I need to tell you about her so you understand where Jack was coming from. He really loved Audrey. She was lovely; loyal, reliable, caring, honest, sincere ... you'll get the...

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Trust Built Through Correction

Trust is a word that gets tossed around a lot in the context of DS relationships but it's such an intangible and there is no set process in how to build or strengthen it. It can take ages to build and seconds to destroy. You know it when you have it, or when you've lost it but how did you get to that point? This is a story of how a bond of trust was strengthened following an emotional session of correction.They had gone through the usual steps of chatting online and felt that there was enough...

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Trust Fall Ch 05

Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Five OUTSIDE THE AIR IS WARM and the city seems full of energy. ‘I’ve heard about your Fountain Square. Would you show it to me?’ ‘Of course, it’s this way.’ I lead him one block south. We skip up the steps to the square and it’s more crowded than a normal weekday night. There’s a band on the stage playing salsa. The musicians are decked out in those traditional colorful costumes of countries that all blend together to...

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Trust Machines OTP

=== Trust Machines: OTP === by Trismegistus Shandy ----- Note: the main character does not change gender, but several others do. For those who are unfamiliar with _Worm_ and its sequel _Ward_ by Wildbow, start here: https://parahumans.wordpress.com For those who are unfamiliar with the Trust Machines universe by dkfenger, start here: https://www.deviantart.com/trust-machines/ But hopefully you can enjoy this without having read either. Warning: minor character...

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Trust Machines Show and Tell

=== Trust Machines: Show and Tell === by Trismegistus Shandy ----- Thanks to dkfenger for creating the Trust Machines universe and letting others play in it. https://www.deviantart.com/trust-machines/ Thanks to dkfenger, mrsimple, and JAK for beta-reading the first draft. ----- "All right," said Ms. Koopman, eyeing her kindergarten class. "Who's next...? Kimberly, what have you got for Show and Tell?" The little girl she'd called on got up and walked up in front of...

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Trust me

Despite the strange tension and embarrassment, she was beginning to like the feeling of having her ass filled. She never imagined herself this exposed. On her belly, her buttocks lifted up to him, this vulnerable. She’d seen the device adorned with a diamond. She’d felt him slide it in after lubricating her.“It won’t hurt. Trust me.”He saw her body was slightly arching, as she adjusted to being stretched. He savoured the view of the diamond knob of the toy disappearing between cheeks. He...

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First snowfall

First snowfall First snowfall ? Mistress Maria and meat were wrapped in each other?s arm nuzzling and caressing, while warming themselves by the flickering light of the log fire.? The snow had begun to fall four hours after the sun had set and an ankle-deep blanket of powdery white covered the patio.The mistress studied his bare feet.? The soles swept from toe to heel in a graceful arch.? Each toe had a pliable bottom pad and a wisp of short hair on top.? The skin looked soft and seemed...

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Trust MeChapter 3

Our dinner was uneventful, and even pleasant. No, it was better than that. It turned out to be delightful, because despite all of my fears about the way I looked, nothing happened. The "first time" experiences accumulated so fast I didn't even notice many of them after a while, and Monica had to remind me about them. Monica drove to a modest-priced Italian restaurant, and when I saw it was crowded I protested. "No, that's what we want, dear, for you to be out among lots of people who...

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Trust Fall Ch 13

Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Thirteen BEN KNOCKS HARD ON MY door again. It startles me. Why does he do that? I know it’s six without checking the clock. He would be exactly on time. That’s who he is. The table is set. The salad is ready, I just put the potatoes in the oven a half hour ago and was waiting until he got here to cook the steaks. The whole time that I’ve been prepping dinner, I’ve been wondering when to have the I-don’t-love-you talk with him. I think over...

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Trust Fund Babe

It wasn't really that Donny was dumb - just oblivious. He never noticed that the rest of us had limits on what we could spend. Even though I was his best friend - sometimes his only friend - the first I found out about his huge trust fund was when he was able to move into his own place in a nice neighborhood right outside of his art school. "This is a really nice place," I said. "The rent must be something terrible." "Oh, I wouldn't know about that. My parents are taking care of all...

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Trust Me

Trust Me By Julie O Edited By Itinerant Chapter 1 Mike Doyle stood outside the three-story brownstone house and checked the address that he had entered into his phone. He suspected that Heather Green was well off, but he hadn't expected her to live in a home like this. He walked up the...

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Trust Left Out

Secrets Held In is a short story written by Sir Semega and posted at Storiesonline. It was presented with an invitation to write your own ending. Well, I did and this is mine. Trust Left Out by juanwildone To say I didn't know what would happen next, between Doris (my wife) and me, well that turned out to be the understatement of the century. The next morning, when I awoke, I was fully rested and refreshed - maybe for the first time in years. I showered and even though I put on yesterdays...

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The Deadfall

The hill was an escape, a portal to an easier world. In fact it wasn’t much of a hill at all, more like a rise in the ground and a path that went up among the rocks under the trees. Kaiser, the Rottweiler, watched them from behind the fence and barked at Chano because it was too stupid to see that he was a trusted friend and that no one had put Chano in the back of the yard inside a fence. The smart dog lived in the house where it was warm because she was old and gentle and took a piece of...

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Der Liebe verfallen

Ich gab meinem Pilgerkostüm den letzten Schliff und betete, dass Mandy am Ende der Nacht eine neue Mutter haben würde. Alle Männer in der Garage sagten dasselbe: „Marcus, du musst dir eine Frau zulegen, Mandy kommt in das Alter, in dem sie eine Frau braucht, die ihr beim erwachsen werden hilft!“ Verdammt, diese Hosen waren ein bisschen zu eng, sie zeigten mein Paket wie eine Fleischwurst! Aber ich wusste, dass sie Recht hatten und ich hatte ein paar Frauen im Sinn, als der Himmel dunkel wurde...

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Marvel Heldenfall

In Mojouniversum wandte sich Mojo an sein Publikum "Hallo und willkommen bei Heldenfall. Wir habe unsere unwissend Kandidaten mit Techologie ausgerüßtet die ihnen ermöglich ihre Feinde zu versklaven und köperlich zu verändern. und hier sind unsere Kandidaten. Kandidat 1: Apokalypse. Er braucht 4 Horseman und einen Harem Kandidat 2: Mesmero und Masque. Sie wollen ein Bordell eröffnen Kandidat 3: Dr. Doom. Sein Land braucht eine Königin Kandidat 4: Superia. Sie will eine Amazonenarmee Kandidat...

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Der Unfall

Es war Dienstag so gegen 10 Uhr, als es an der Haustür klingelte. Ich schaute aus dem Fenster und sah das ein ziemlich hübsches Mädchen vor der Türe stand, also schnell an die Gegensprechanlage. Sie sagte sie sei mit meinem parkenden Fahrzeug kollidiert also was blieb mir weiter übrig als hinauszugehen und nachzusehen. Als ich rauskam stand sie schon bei meinem Fahrzeug. Weißes Top, dünne Träger eines BH´s schauten an den Schultern heraus, weißen kurzen Rock, braungebrante Haut, kurze blonde...

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Bankberfall

Bankfiliale der Kreissparkasse Frankfurt, Freitag 9.30 Uhr Filialleiterin Silvia Wegberger ist schon in Gedanken im Wochenende. Dennoch kontrolliert die 34 jährige, 176cm große Frau gewissenhaft die Kassenbestände. Mit ihrer strengen und arroganten Art hat sie sich unter den Mitarbeitern nicht viele Freunde gemacht. Mit ihren Kollegen pflegt sie ein rein berufliches Verhältnis und lässt dabei jeden spüren wer Chef im Haus ist. Noch wesentlich vehementer lässt sie diverse Anmachen ihrer...

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Altered Fates Freefalling

Freefalling By Elliot Reid My name was Joseph, but now you can call me Jo. I have been through some changes, courtesy of the Medallion. The Medallion appeared out of nowhere. I have no clue how it came to me. One day I didn't have it, the next day it turned up in an old shoebox at the back of the closet. The box was full of junk, the lifetime bric-a-brac you gather like lint; a sewing kit, some nail clippers, a tape measure, lengths of elastic. I was searching for a spare shirt...

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Pauline McFall

Copy-right, [email protected] Another short story about Pauline's by Pagan The Perils of Pauline. Pauline McFall. The four men sat in the pub, several empty glasses littered the table asthey watched the barman throw another log on the fire, "That's it kid, stokethe fucking fire, my ass has been fucking cold all day." The man in the check shirt nudged his arm, "Keep the language down I don'twant to be slung out of another pub because of you." Another man asked, "Ain't we going then,...

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A CASH SHORTFALL

I have a terrible gambling addiction. I have been through therapy several times, but once again I have lost everything. This time it is bad, really bad. Making things even worse, over time I have become an expert at hiding my financial situation. My wife doesn’t know it but I have put our family in financial ruins. I have gone through everything; our bank accounts, our limited investments, everything we own, even a major second mortgage on the house. About a year ago, when I got out of one...

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Chronicles of Edgefalls

All characters in this story are 18 years or older, and any high school aged character depicted in any sexual situation in any following chapter is a senior 18 years or older. Bryan groaned groggily as his alarm began blaring. Reaching out blindly, he fumbled for the offending device on his bedside table, eventually finding it with his groping fingers and managing to silence it. There was a loud crash as it slid off the table and onto the floor, and the sound of snapping plastic. Bryan swore...

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Mausfalle

Prologue: With Josef Stalin’s death on 5 March 1953, an epic struggle for the control and future of the Soviet Union commenced. Four major players emerged very quickly: Stalin’s presumed successor, Central Party Secretary Georgy Malenkov; the hardline Stalinist, Foreign Minister Vyacheslav Molotov; The ruthless head of the MVD Internal Affairs and MGB State Security, Lavrentiy Beria, and the respected, but displaced, Party Secretary Nikita Khrushchev. These were hard men shaped by the...

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Queen of JariloChapter 2 Planetfall

Walker made his way towards the dropship, Kaz following behind him. The hangar bay of the Thermopylae was bustling with activity as the ground invasion force loaded up. The bay was cavernous, open to the darkness of space save for a flickering, almost transparent force field that contained the atmosphere. There were squads of UNN Marines clad in their black, ceramic armor, carrying XMR modular rifles that could be configured for various battlefield roles and users. There were Borealan packs,...

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Taweret and the Tales of Heroes Erotic VersionChapter 18 Technology and Fallacies

“That is what I am saying,” Cassandra said to the others in the chart room. “The males are infertile. I have checked all the male Yuki ... they have no sperm count. It doesn’t stop them from being able to have sex, but they can’t produce offspring.” “Would it matter, though?” Vinayaki asked. “Even if they did, would the sperm be compatible with human women in turn?” “I don’t know,” she replied. “The fact is that until there is some way to encourage sperm production for the males, they can’t...

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RuneswardChapter 41 Landfall

Audette stood in the doorway, her eyes traveling over the deck of the ship as her eyes adjusted to the quasi-darkness of night. The deck was worn, the wood weathered, but it was still basically smooth. It still did its job, keeping the vessel together and allowing a place for the sailors to walk. She wondered if there was wisdom in that. Age might not bring beauty, but it did afford a certain practicality. She looked up into the night sky. Stars twinkled in the black tapestry and the young...

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Every Woman Has a Price15 Sunk Cost Fallacy

Wendy shrank to the back of the elevator. She crossed her arms over her breasts and watched with morbid fascination as Owen shoved the pretty blonde, Elizabeth, next to her. Owen and Elizabeth began to make out furiously. “Quite the show, huh?” Zera slid up next to Wendy and whispered drunkenly in her ear. “Hey, hit the floor button!” “I already did,” Janice, the green haired cousin, answered. “Sweet,” Zera said. “I’m drunk!” Owen cheered. “He’s not that drunk,” Janice...

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Logical Fallacies

Some of my favorite mind control stories involve girls being made susceptible to outlandish premises and made to believe ridiculous things. Logical fallacies are often can be a great starting point for this kind of story. Maybe there is a device that forces a girl to find a slippery slope from point A to some sexy point Z. Maybe instead she must choose between any two options presented to her. Or she finds herself believing her acquaintance is her friend with benefits because she can't prove...

Mind Control
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Crossover Chronicles of Outfall

Some are human & some are furry humanoids in this plot twist co-existant world. This is an alternate Chronicles sample of different pov per page as long as its pointed out. Similar in some aspects to the Passion Humiliation Club story, if need to see a humans only based, read that one as planned for it to be continuous also w/multiple endings. The city is Outfall. County is Canti, has a light rail for other destinations not shown. Canti Park has an indoor public gym for sports & the like,...

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A Supermodels Downfall

A Supermodel's Downfall (East Coast Slavers Organization Story III) by: Desert Dog (Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com) Prologue – Introductions (or What's E.C.S.O.) Credits : The story that follows is my own work. However, for the energy and inspirationto craft this story, I would like to thank two readers who responded with timelye-mails containing simple story suggestions. One reader's recommendation (whoserequest ended up being mirrored in a number of responses) was to subject...

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Trusting No More

My name is Dan Jansen, 34 years old, married to my 32-year-old wife, Paula, for twelve years. We met by chance on Memorial Day weekend fourteen years ago when I and a few friends decided to spend a weekend camping at the beach in New Hampshire and coincidentally Paula and a few of her friends had the same idea. Since I drove I had first pick and one look at Paula and it was a no brainer. She was and still is beautiful. I am a work from home IT specialist and Paula is an Auditor. She is a wiz...

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The Falls

You come for solitude, and solace. This place is your special paradise, upstream, above the torrent of the lower falls, which gather into an awesome cascade, attracting so many to its beauty. But these falls are smaller, more personal in scale, and a harder climb to reach for the throngs of tourists who crowd the base of the falls far below. Here you are alone, feeling the special beauty of a natural wonder which is yours to enjoy in peace. As you have done many times before, you've waded nude...

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Rainbow Falls

The afternoon sun shone brightly RainbowFalls Good weather had been so very rare that spring.? A beautiful weekend was promised and Ms. Catherine Langston looked forward to her ride with vast enthusiasm.?  She woke early on Saturday and got an early start.? Traffic was light and she made excellent time.? She parked her car in the designated area at High Gate stables and changed her drab civilian garb and worn cross trainers for her riding attire and shiny boots.? She strapped on her...

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Trust Fall Ch 04

Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Four WHEN HE PULLS UP TO the valet station the kids manning it all give an eye roll. I see Ben Sheppard smile at that. I open the door and one of them helps me down. Ben hands another valet his keys and I see him tip a twenty and say in a low voice ‘for the truck being such a hassle’. The valet gives Ben a big smile and says ‘Thank you, sir’. Why do I like the fact that Ben tipped the guy a twenty and why do I like it even more...

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Trust Fall Ch 06

Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Six HE’S GONE. BEN SHEPPARD IS gone. Danny’s side of the bed is empty. The house has a vacant quiet to it. I’m sad and a little angry until I see a note on my nightstand next to a glass of orange juice. It’s a single piece of paper tented with a fold. Written on the side facing me is my name. ‘Tess’ is written in that precise script of his with a fine point blue pen. The way he crossed the T of my name and the angle of the two Ss...

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Trust Fall Ch 07

Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Copyright © 2014 Tess Quince All Rights Reserved Chapter Seven BEN SHEPPARD CALLS ME A few hours after I stormed out on Susan. Danielle is right, he does have a sexy phone voice. The first thing I say is ‘Thank you for breakfast…and the flowers…and the gift.’ ‘You’re welcome,’ he says in that voice. ‘I’d like to see you again if that’s okay, but I’m tied up the next couple of days. They’ve got these guys working major overtime down...

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Trust Fall Ch 03

Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Three BEN SHEPPARD KNOCKS ON MY front door instead of ringing the bell. It’s loud and firm and startles me. I’m already nervous and the surprise of his knock makes me a little more flustered. I’d been thinking of this moment all day. The moment when he rings my bell or, as it turns out, he knocks on my door. I primp myself in the mirror. The night will be cool so I’ve put on a nice pair of black jeans and a turtleneck with a long...

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Trust Fall Ch 12

Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Twelve ‘IT’S GOING TO BE MY last weekend in Cincinnati.’ ‘I know,’ I say. I snug the phone close to my chin. I wish I could see what he looks like when he says this. Is he sad? Indifferent? ‘Milwaukee is going to look even more cold and bleak when I get back…missing you.’ ‘You’re sweet.’ ‘I thought I might plan something special.’ ‘Every night we’ve been together has been special.’ ‘Thanks, but I’ll think of something even...

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Trust Fall Ch 01

Book One of The Trust Trilogy Chapter One I SLAP THE SNOOZE BUTTON OFF and roll over to grab another nine minutes of sleep. I keep my eyes closed thinking it might delay the work day a few more minutes. It doesn’t. It just puts me behind. I feel the other side of the bed. Empty? Where’s Danny? I sit up startled. Oh, yeah. He’s with my man-child ex- Josh. Great. That’s right. I have something else to worry about for the next month. Josh texted last night that they were in St. Louis....

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Trust Fall Ch 11

Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Eleven I’M THINKING ABOUT LOVE. I love Danny of course. I’m his mother. He’s part of me. He gives me joy and brightens my day, but even if he didn’t, I’d still give him everything he’d need. I’d still love him. I’m dedicated to him and his growth as a boy and someday as a man. I’d give anything for him. No questions. I want him to live a long, happy life, and I’ll do anything I can do to help him get that. That’s motherly love. ...

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