MOTHERS DAUGHTERS KAREN LILY
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I saw her standing at the bar and I knew she was the one I wanted tonight. Slowly I made my way over to her and with each step I wanted her more. I stepped up to the bar and ordered us both drinks. She looked at me and gave me a sweet smile. I looked into her eyes and introduced myself as Mike. Another sweet smile followed by her name, Lily. We spoke for a little while and exchanged compliments about our appearances. I told her I liked her hair and that she had great eyes. I could see Lily...
EroticFourteen year old Adam writhed in pain. He was lying on his bed with nipple clamps attached firmly to his chest and handcuffs securing him to the bed frame. Intermittently his 17 year old step brother Callum whipped him across his bare chest with a flogger further increasing his discomfort. I should say at this point the story isn’t going to be about the bondage games Adam and Callum played together. You see, when Callum and his mother had first moved in with Adam the two boys discovered they...
With that said I hope you enjoy the story and that I might have inspired someone else to write. I was in my early twenties when these events took place. I’d finished school and took a couple of gap years before pursuing what might be next. I mainly worked but occasionally caught up with my friends to see what they were doing. After finishing school my social life had slowly diminished. It was a shame, but I didn’t have anyone to blame for it. I had a few friends who I still kept in contact...
Lily untangled herself from the cotton sheets. Her sleep had been restless, and frequently interrupted by intensely vivid dreams. She sighed deeply in the grayness of predawn. She squinted at the red glow of her alarm clock, slowly focusing on the digital display. 'Only five-thirty' she realized. She clamped her eyes shut, and reluctantly decided that chasing sleep for another hour would likely be a waste of her energy. Lily sighed in mild frustration as she crawled out of bed. She slid her...
She couldn't understand how all at once a feeling could be so wonderful and so terrible. Wonderful in the way she felt so sexual, so sensual, able to attract anyone she wanted and give them pleasure like nothing they'd experienced. Terrible in the way she was constantly, desperately aroused; frozen on the brink of orgasm in a way her fingers could do nothing about. She'd used her fingers, and her new toys, over and over in the hours since her friends had left, but it hadn't helped. If...
My wife and I are just sitting down in front of a movie.It has been a long time since we had this opportunity. Our schedules are frantic at best. I work in Environmental Health and Safety. My wife is an RN going to school to become a Nurse Practitioner. Little did we know that our lives are to be turned upside-down by a knock on the door.With drinks in hand, we nestle on the couch. Just as I touch the 'play' button there is a knock on the door. It is a resolute banging by the time I open the...
Incest"So what is it that he does that's so great?" My daughter was sitting at the breakfast bar in our kitchen. We'd been planning her big engagement party. She and her fiancé had been going together for years and had been engaged for nearly the last three. We had been having some "girl talk" about sex -- specifically the married kind. I had, as usual, been bragging about how great my husband -- her step dad -- was in bed. "Well, Honey, he just turns me on like I've never been turned...
This was a roleplay my boyfriend and I did many years ago. Of course, my boyfriend did not go as far with me as Peter certainly would with Lily, but he did enjoy giving me a few slaps and I let him maul my breasts and my labia much more than I would have otherwise. I certainly bore him an unreasonable grudge for a long time after this. Like Lily, I was too proud to cry, and too proud to chicken out using the safe word as he taunted me (unlike her, I had a choice). We are now thankfully past...
"It begins the same way every night. I'm in a caf?, chatting with a bunch of high school girls. My voice is high pitched, and my articulation is on there level. I move my hands about as I speak, and they appear small and dainty. Though I never see my face, it is implied that I'm one of them." "Wait, you mean in this dream you're a girl." "Yes." Robin took a minute to absorb this, and then told him to go on. "I hear this ring tone, and reach into my breast pocket to pick up a p...
The day I called my sister was the day that she got on the greyhound and that night she was in my arms. I sighed the papers for the house and on my way home, I called her. I’ve never heard her so excited, it sounded like she was going to start crying. She passed the phone to my mom, Mom quickly agreed and even seemed relieved. Every city she went through I got a text and one by one my heart started going faster. What if she was so different we didn’t get along? That night at 1:46am I was at...
Who is My Sexy Lily? It’s the obvious question, exactly the one that sprang to mind when the link popped up in my inbox this morning. Sexy is a subjective term, so while anybody can slap it in their domain name, it may not appeal to all perverts the same way. When I pulled up the front page, the blurb offered a more detailed description: this joint is the home on the web of “Top Notch Rising Indian Pornstar Horny Lily.”I feel like maybe I’m slacking in my duties as The Porn Dude, because this...
Premium Indian Porn SitesHe was moving inside her with sharp thrusts caused by the exuberant passion that had overwhelmed him. He was not careful, but had to, because ... Lily told herself that she should not think about her illness in these blissful moments of supreme delight when her whole being yearned for more and more and more... They unstuck their lips only briefly, just long enough to gasp with excitement and longing. The act continued for half an hour and there was not only sexual but also emotional charge in...
"Hold it! Hold it! Thank you. Come on Jenny. Tenth floor, please. Thanks.""You're welcome.""Do you like her?""...""I asked, do you like her?""Excuse me?""My sister. I saw you looking at her by the pool. Do you like her?""David!""Quiet, Jenny. Mister, do you like her?""Your sister is a very pretty girl, David.""I know. Do you want her?""David!""I said be quiet, Jenny. I won't say it again.""Mister.""What?""Do you want her?""...""Do you want to fuck her, Mister? Do you want to fuck my...
I walked into class on a Monday morning taking my usual seat at the front of the class awaiting the dreary, monotonous drone of my teacher to begin and make me remember why I hate school so much, like the army its so old fashioned it cant see where its going wrong. I look around the class seeing the same people sitting in the same places as they have been for the past two years, Shit has it really been that long I think to myself, then my eyes settle on the one bright spark in my life, her...
I sat with my best friend Lily at lunch time, under the big tree outside the college entrance. It was a warm day so we both wore our favorite short skirts, white singlets and relaxed spread out on the grass, facing each other. She smoked a cigarette while I talked to her about my love life."Men just aren't satisfying anymore, I need to find a woman-they know how to pleasure another woman properly!" I said, with a smile.Lily stared at me as I talked, a little startled by how much I was open...
BisexualKnocking on the door, I heard her say “Come in” in a quiet voice. I opened the door and saw her laying on her bed, staring at her phone. Surrounded by a lot of stuffed animals and monsters of sorts, she didn’t look anything close to my age, with me being 19. Lily looked closer to her mid-teens, her small frame and her choice of clothing and Decor made her look even younger then that. Dressed in a grey shirt with one of her drawings on it, in a rather cartoon-ish and cute style, and black...
I was not impressed to say the least, and the only reason I agreed to it, is because of what they said I could have after my birthday. They told me that since I was 15 now, when we went to the cottage I could stay in the guest house out back. I had been bugging for it since I was 12, and now that I am a “man” they say, I can live independently out back in the guest house. Fast forward three days. We are throwing our luggage in the car for the long journey to the cottage. OK, maybe it’s...
It's been three weeks since DJ and I have split after our open sexual lifestyle seemed to get a little out of hand. He finally was starting to get jealous of my lesbian with flings with some of my friends, and the girls he was sleepiing with were getting younger and younger. But last week when I found out he was banging our friends' daughter, that really took the cake. Lily was about the same age as our youngest daughter. I can't believe that DJ would think it was okay to hook up with someone...
It was Wednesday lunchtime. I lied down by myself on a patch of grass on the soccer oval. School today was boring and I couldn't wait to get home. Today had been a disaster. Since I stayed up so late last night I woke up half an hour late this morning. I managed to catch the bus only because I skipped breakfast. Throughout class I was hungry and tired, but I managed to pull through. As I sat on the grass a girl about my age walked by and looked at me for a while, about four seconds. I hate...
Let me explain how it is in Vinnie's World. We're a savage tribe living in a land with other savage tribes. We don't start wars. We follow certain maxims: live and let live; to each his own; don't stick your nose in someone else's business. But sometimes other people don't follow those rules. That's when we act because there is one maxim we never follow: turn the other cheek. We defend each other and our possessions. Our most precious possessions are our women, and we guard them at all...
The furious sounds of a chained animal fighting her bindings started up as soon as I touched the doorknob. I opened the door, the chain links rattled, and the large wooden board with the three holes in it, one for her neck and one for each of her wrists, slammed repeatedly against the brick wall. But her efforts amounted to nothing except making sparks fly and tiny wood chips and specks of sawdust glue themselves to her sweat, born of frustration and anger. Her eyes, her non-human eyes of...
I sat with my best friend Lily at lunch time, under the big tree outside the college entrance. It was a warm day so we both wore our favorite short skirts, white singlets and relaxed spread out on the grass, facing each other. She smoked a cigarette while I talked to her about my love life. ‘Men just aren’t satisfying anymore, I need to find a woman-they know how to pleasure another woman properly!’ I said, with a smile. Lily stared at me as I talked, a little startled by how much I was open...
I’d worked with this girl Lily for the last four years. She was a 27 year old size four, 161.3 cm tall, with pale skin, long dark straight hair and brown eyes behind unstylish glasses. She was pleasant to everyone unless you didn’t take her rejection well; then she cussed like a drill instructor from the 1970’s. I’d seen her in action and never bothered to ask her out. Women our age aren’t attracted to guys who play videogames, drink beer, watch sports and read comics with their spare time....
Once more I was waylaid and my good intentions got me no closer to my struggling and retreating company. A light carriage lay leaning precariously into a ditch, both off-side wheels well buried, perhaps burst apart, the boxes that had been atop it broken open, clothes scattered. The horses were gone and a still body lay sprawled across the driver's seat, one bloody arm dangling. Inside the ruined rig I found a small young woman in velvet traveling clothes lying under a rather corpulent and...
I sat in class staring at the dumb clock. I had five more minutes of class until I could go home and finally tell Lily I... like her. When the bell rang I met Lily in the college's parking lot and she got in my car. "Hey, Aundrea. What're we gonna do tonight?" "Oh, I dont know. Maybe watch some movies or something." We got inside and sat down on my bed. "What movie do you wanna watch?" "I dont care." I stared at her. She had long blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her breasts were amazing and full and...
Lesbian"Yes," the housewife said, "Would you like one?" She handed him the coffe and leaned back against the doorway. She wore capris and a modest short-sleeved button-down blouse. He had on his dirty jeans and t-shirt which clung to his tight, muscular torso; he was not your average plumber. Just then the doorbell rang. "That'll be him now," the workman said, and she went to answer the door. While she was gone he pulled a small packet out of his back pocket and emptied the contents into...
I hate bachelor parties. It’s not that I don’t like hanging out with the guys, ’cause I do, and it’s not that I’m averse to seeing naked women dance around, ’cause I’m not, but it’s rather that marriage seems like such an unappreciated theme of a bachelor party. They don’t seem to revolve around the joy of finding your one true love as much as celebrating that you managed to last this long without having it happen. They’re about being single, free, a roaming male stalking the plains of his...
I got a call from my friend Larry on a Tuesday. His father died suddenly and he needed my help. He was left with the the job of running his fathers company and had not a clue what he was going to do. Since I was also in the construction business I was the only one he could think of to call. A week later I was on a plane from Arkansas to Seattle Washington. I told Larry I would give him a few months and we would see how it went. I was ready for an adventure and this seemed the perfect time to...
In the morning we sat on high stools in Harrison’s kitchen, quietly eating cereal. Both of us were pretty tired from or exertions. Cereal was pretty much all the food we had because we were spending so much time on other activities we had neglected shopping. I was enjoying the nutritious benefit of his sperm supplement at twice a day but I was losing my own at the same rate. Swings and roundabouts.“What do you want to do today?” He said.“Well we need to get some food or my balls are going to...
WelcomeFirstly, let me thanks you quickly for reading my personal notes on this story, I hope I won’t bore you too quickly.What should I expect from this story? This story is slow. I mean it. It takes 40+ pages to get to the first sex scene. It takes it time to introduce the Sci-Fi setting and the characters. The first two chapters are more or less only about introduction of world and characters.However, fear not kinky friends. There will be sex, there will be loads of imaginative sex scenes as...
As was the way at Micester High, the news that Lisa and I were no longer a couple spread rapidly and by the time I got to school on Monday morning the whole of the school knew. I even had people commiserating me as I walked up the stairs to the common room. “I can’t believe she dumped you. What was she thinking?” Clarissa said as we walked to Mr McCarthy’s room for Maths. “You were the best thing that ever happened to her!” I shrugged. “Someone came along that’s going to be even better for...
The Oni was waiting for him when he arrived, sitting on the boulder with her cudgel leaning against it at her side. She looked as magnificent as ever, her massive legs crossed and her red skin shining in the sunlight, her white hair blowing gently in the breeze. She greeted him with a wave, Satou taking a moment to catch his breath. He had hurried, and the terrain was difficult. “Welcome back, little Satou,” she cooed. “I trust that your journey wasn’t too taxing?” She was making fun of him...
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Steam was King! Steam was clean, the cheap power to the masses. From the end of the nineteenth century to the end of the twentieth century, steam drove everything. And in that time, inventions were all powered by steam.Big and small, steam was there, the driving force of all industry. And along with steam came the fashions of the time, heavy calico shirts, and dresses, corsets, and trusses for the bodies, hobnail boots, and woollen stockings, all were there. And controlling it all was the vast...
Steampunkany of the actresses mentioned below. This story is written down for enjoyment purposes only. Reese witherspoon woke up with a headache. She didn't know where she was. All she could feel that she was blindfolded. Not only that, she was tied to the bed with duct tape, unable to move her hands and legs. She also noticed that she was nude. A duct tape covered her mouth so that she shouldn't shout. All she remembered was going to a producer's home for some script reading of a film they were...
GENTLEMEN’S CLUB RENDEVOUZNOT BASED ON A TRUE STORY IT IS FICTIONOne day, I woke up from a sexy dream and said to myself there is something that I want to do out the ordinary that no one would have never thought that I would never do. That fantasy is to visit a high-end gentlemen’s club in mid-downtown DC‘s business district. I have always been this ‘good girl’ always expect to do the right thing and follow the rules. Some say that I am somewhat prudish and on a conservative side. I want to...
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Introduction: This is about Jordan and me, we were (and still are!) close workmates that became very close one particular night alone in a tent! WARNING: SERIOUSLY SEXY! ???? Hay, If youve read another of my true stores, you will already know a tad about me. If not, Hi! My names Josh, Im an actor and I live in the south of England. You will probably also know that I like to detail my stories very much, so it may seem very long but if you want the full benefit of it I do suggest you read all of it...
Workmates Wife Fucked over Blacksmiths AnvilThis happened way back in the very late eighties, I worked one season for the silage contractor before getting a full time job in a quarry. I worked my way up to being a mobile plant fitter. The only time the quarry was quite was a Saturday lunch time when the men that was working the full day got together and we had our bait together, we would have a laugh and take the piss out of each other.One Saturday I told the men about a dream I had about one...
I've been having gay sex with my coworker, we both have gfs but love gay sex, and thought that would be the only affair we'd ever have, but we would be in for another twist. One day while hanging out he ended up telling me that something recently happened. I asked him what it was and to cut to the chase. He said that my gf had been messaging him and that eventually she started flirting with him. He told me he felt like she was definitely coming onto him. I told him it really didn't bother me....
Workplace Standards By Monsta I awoke to the slight shaking of the bed. I groggily looked at the alarm clock through my blurry sleep crusted eyes and saw it was 3:12am. After waking up a bit more and getting my bearings about me I realized the bed's motion was the result of my wife Ellen masturbating. I lay in bed motionless, pretending to be asleep. If she knew I was awake she might try to involve me, and at 3:13am I just wanted to sleep. My wife's sex drive was way higher than...
No one really cared who was giving the workshop instructions. All they knew is that it was some gal and that she had prepared a few hours of instructions and slides and a film to watch and they didn’t really want to be there all day. The table she sat at on the stage was about 8’ long, just like one of those banquet tables that fold up. Covering it was a black velvet type material with pleated sides and a nice smooth top. On the front of it was a sign that described the workshop itinerary....
EroticSarah hated the Monday morning rush. she'd woke up late again dropped the k**s of at school done the shopping and just wanted 5 minutes to chill. it was now 10.45am and the gasman was due at 11. what to wear? she thought. Sarah was in her late 20's size ten figure. pert tits legs to die for and a nice tight arse. She went for the short skirt blouse knee high socks look with her hair in pig tails not out to impress or anything. The door rang dead on 11. " 1 minute!" as she called out the bedroom...
Workplace Standards 2 By Monsta My wife Ellen and I were having a bit of an argument. Nothing serious, just one of those grocery store arguments long term couples tend to get into. Ellen wanted to get the "organic" milk, whereas I thought paying an extra $2 per gallon for milk was silly. Ellen seemed to get offended that I didn't "respect her opinion" and, well, bickering ensued. Unfortunately, we were right in the middle of that bickering when we rounded the corner and I ran into a...
Unfortunate for me, my first wife was a bit monogamously challenged. I knew she was a DTF girl before we married, in fact, that was some of the attraction, but after finding evidence of infidelity a few times, I drew a line in the sand that unfortunately she crossed. The thing with her, is that alcohol always lowered her inhibitions quickly and made her extremely horny. She told me stories about being drunk and fucking multiple guys after a party, multiple one night stands, sucking off two...
Book One: The Quest Chapter One: The Descendant of the Lilies By mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Notes: Thanks to b0b for the beta read! King Edward IV – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare The scented, anointing oils still glistened on my forehead, slowly drying as I stared up at the winding stairs climbing the Lone Mountain. Behind me, the city's bells rang in celebration of my coronation. It was tragic that my father had died young, but it meant my reign would be spectacular. I was...
If you’ve read another of my true stores, you will already know a tad about me. If not, Hi! My name’s Josh, I’m an actor and I live in the south of England. You will probably also know that I like to detail my stories very much, so it may seem very long but if you want the full benefit of it I do suggest you read all of it (if you can last!) This one is about Jordan and me; we were (and still are!) close workmates that became very close one particular night! This was actually my most...
IV. The big fat middle of nothing. Outside the bus window the night was something solid and impenetrable, not a star to be seen, only an occasional porch light burning on some farmhouse miles in the distance. For hours now they'd been passing through endless blind tracts of dark country, where shockingly few people lived, but Phoebe could still feel the cows out there in the night, watching, chewing, uncomprehending. Cows, cows, and more cows, that was her impression of the great...
V. The diner on memory lane. The last time Marcia had spoken to anyone in her family it was to her brother Matt. That would be winter five years ago. They met in a 24-hour diner by the side of a highway in Metuchen, New Jersey. Pointedly, it was a restaurant Matt had never visited and no doubt never intended to visit again. Through a series of emails and two brief phone calls, she had explained the general situation and Matt's reaction had grudgingly advanced from "this has got to be...
VI. The perfect pie crust. The windows were dark, covered with condensation. Inside, at the kitchen table, Marcia pressed the heel of her hand against the back of the santoku knife and cleaved the apple in half. Fuji, this time. There were five other apples prepared on the cutting board, skinned an unearthly greenish-white, already tarnishing. She was making an apple pie for the Blue Cat. "I still don't understand," Grace had said. "What you've got against birthdays. What's so...
VII. A bicycle built for two. Everyman's Cycles looked like a bicycle field hospital. Wherever you looked bicycles, or parts of bicycles, stood, leaned, or lay in various states of distress, awaiting Walt's attention. He'd get to each of them, eventually, in his methodical, patient way. Walt took in stray bicycles the way crazy old ladies collected cats. Most of them were rescues. Bicycles he found abandoned in fields, weeds growing through their spokes. Or locked for months to streets...
VIII. Snowballs in paradise. Grace was unpacking a snow-globe collection from all fifty states that Mavis Pritchard had brought into the shop the day before. "Look at this," she said, holding one up with a hula girl and a palm tree inside. "There's even one from Hawaii. "Hmph. Snow in Hawaii. Who would imagine something like that?" "Someone who'd never been to Hawaii?" Marcia suggested. Grace turned the globe over. "Made in China. Well that explains it, I guess." She gave it...
IX. The momster. Her whole life Phoebe's biggest fear was that her Mom would die suddenly and without warning. Even as a little girl, she was kept awake with nightmares that seemed to foretell his horrible event in detail. She remembered anxiously watching her mom sleep, afraid that she might stop breathing, nudging her awake just in case. How cranky she would be! "What!" she'd bark, snorting and spluttering. "What's the matter with you? What time is it? Why aren't you in bed?" It...
X. The amoeba life. In the stories of people she admired, there was always a defining moment, a dramatic event that summed up their lives to a critical point and provided the pivot for a new life to come. Marcia would like to have had a similar "defining moment" in her life, but it struck her that her life not only lacked a defining moment, but that it really didn't have any definition at all. It was a more amorphous thing, her life; if it advanced, and that was often in doubt, it...
XI. A ghost and a riddle. Night again. Bus travel made her sleepy, but only during the day it seemed. She traveled through the night hours wide awake. Phoebe could see her reflection like a ghost super-imposed over all that limitless darkness. She felt like a ghost, too, like something not quite real, a figment of someone's imagination. But who's? She was a ghost floating across the countryside to haunt a person who'd run as far away from her as possible. What brought her back...
XII. Mirror, Mirror. The woman framed in the glass wore a flower-print silk skirt, a white blouse, and a light black sweater cinched tight above the waist. It was the sixth outfit she'd considered that morning, not counting the dozen or so she'd tried on mentally, rejecting them one after the other with a shudder of second-guess horror before they even made it out of the closet. "What do you think about this? Too frumpy, right?" Walt was sprawled on top of the bed, head propped on...
XIII. Lame burger. The bus that was supposed to bring Phoebe to Hope Crossing came and went with no Phoebe on it. Only a handful of passengers disembarked from the coach. A tall, elderly, stoop-shouldered man with a sharp-featured face descended first. He took a quick glace around, readjusted his grip on a battered suitcase, and trudged up the street. He was followed by a stout, middle-aged black woman in a church-lady pantsuit. Behind her were two children, chattering, bickering,...
XIV. Gimme shelter. "You live in a garage?" They were standing on the little concrete square outside the front door, staring up together at a tidy two story structure that, modifications notwithstanding, still, in fact, looked very much like a garage. "Well, it's not exactly a garage. Actually, It's a converted carriage house. I'm just renting. The woman I work for owns it. She lives in the main house across the garden." "A carriage house? What's that?" "It's where they used...