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REALities
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on a gathering storm / comes a tall handsome man / but hidden in his coat / is a red right hand
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The power runs on sunlight. On a really good day, some of us are allowed into the gym, and we can watch the TV for three hours. Old DVDs. Usually they’ll just store it for the lights at night.
We have a couple gas generators, but most of our combustibles are used for the heat in the winter.
Today is one of the good days – the sun is bright and hot and burns the skin that isn’t protected by leather or cloth.
As I look out over the roof of the High School, it doesn’t look like a wasteland for a moment. The trees are lush and green. They’ve grown over the rubble for most as far as the eye can see – except the skeletal towers that remain downtown, and the few tall apartment buildings in our neighbourhood.
In that overgrown forest of ruined suburban homes, cracked pavement and feral dogs, our hunters are trying to score some deer.
I reach down to the discman at my side and press play, placing a single, discreet earphone into my right ear. If anyone’s approaching, it will be from the left.
I don’t know the name of the band. I think I did, once. I think the name of the song is Red Right Hand, but I don’t know for sure. It’s just repeated a lot.
Jessie caught me with the discman when I was twelve. If we ever find batteries, we’re supposed to bring them in for the walkie-talkies. At first he was angry, but he let me keep it. He said he’d call on me one day.
No one else in Westwood listens to music. Most of them stopped looking for it after the war.
The guys are content to play cards and dice, and watch the dogs fight.
And of course, hunt.
I pull up the telescope and point it towards the scarred and scorched apartment blocks near the river – their snipers like to hide up there.
There’s movement on the fifteenth floor. That’s all the proof Jessie wants. Movement.
‘I got one!’ I shout.
In a moment, Josh appears on the roof, toting his High Power rifle.
‘Where?’ he asks. Josh is a First – one of the youngest. Nineteen years old, but an evil shot. Gaunt and soft-spoken, he doesn’t miss. He just pulls the trigger.
‘David Estates – fifteenth floor.’
He pulls up his High Power and squints into the scope.
‘I got her,’ he says. He’s about to squeeze the trigger, but stops. ‘…it’s a Old One.’
‘How Old?’ I ask. Sometimes Old Ones stray into the city from the north. They don’t usually have the resources we have, and they’re of little use to us.
‘All wrinkles and white hair.’
‘Kill him, then,’ I say.
Josh squeezes the trigger and birds scatter from the forest around Westwood Collegiate. I raise my telescope in time to see a shadow slump and fall out of view on the fifteenth floor.
I turn around, but Josh is already on his way back to the southwest battlement.
‘Send a runner,’ I shout after him.
‘No runner is getting to the fifteenth floor,’ he calls back.
‘We have to send someone.’
‘Then go yourself.’
That’s not such a bad idea.
I’ve been dying for a walk.
* * *
I walk into Jessie’s room – the old band room – he’s sitting on a Lay-Z-Boy, throwing darts at a rabbit’s cage ten feet away.
‘Cypress,’ he says, whipping another dart. The rabbit squeals, but it’s not a fatal dart. It squirms until the dart dislodges itself from its side and tries to push into a corner of the naked cage. ‘Hungry?’
‘I’m fine,’ I say. I’m starving. But you don’t accept when Jessie offers. When he was seventeen and I was sixteen, he killed one of us who ate from his plate. You don’t take food from Jessie. But, if you ever want something from him it’s best to suggest the opposite.
‘Then what do you want, if it’s not more food?’ he asks. An unusually small First named Paul braves the rabbit’s defensive attacks and retrieves the darts. He sets them on the end table by Jessie’s hand, and Jessue whips another dart into the cage. He misses.
‘We sniped an Old One in the David Estates – I need a runner to do the search.’
‘Can’t you run?’ he asks.
‘Not according to you,’ I say. It’s a stupid thing to say, but I’m still angry at him.
‘Well now I’m saying you can. Run, Cypress.’ He whips the last dart and hears a satisfying ‘shik’ as it buries itself in the rabbit’s head. ‘…run like a bunny.’
* * *
I make my way across the parking lot to the Rouge Road gates. Over the past thirteen years, we’ve built walls around the entire high school grounds. They reach up ten feet, and serve as guard posts and battlements.
‘You need a rifle?’ one of the snipers calls down from the gate battlements.
‘I’ve got my stick,’ I yell, holding up the inconspicuous five-foot staff.
‘How far are you going?’
‘The apartment towers.’
‘Take a gun.’
A pistol heavy with homemade rounds hits the broken pavement at my feet, and I stoop to pick it up.
‘Jesse says no,’ I yell. The sniper leans back into the battlements, and I can hear the lost bass of a conversation about me. The gates moan and swing open, hard and heavy as the sniper climbs down the battlement.
‘Sorry, Cypress,’ he says, picking up the gun. It’s Tyler – a Second, like me. ‘Wish you were still Spyin’. You always found the best shit anyway. We’re not allowed to give you a radio either, huh?’
‘Tell you what,’ I say, holding out a cigarette for him. His eyes light up as he snatches it away. ‘When’s your period end?’
‘Two A.M – you better be back long before then.’
‘Dare ya?’ I say.
‘Dare me what?’ His eyes narrow.
‘Dare ya to keep an eye out for me comin’ back tonight – let me slip in the side?’
‘Why should I?’ I hold up another four smokes. He goes for them, to no avail. ‘Ten,’ he says.
‘Deal,’ I hand him the four smokes, walking through the gates onto Rouge. ‘You’ll get the other five tonight.’
‘Why then?’ he yells after me. I throw up my hands.
‘I haven’t found them yet!’ I call back.
* * *
The girls took over one of the office buildings downtown – it’s all glass, so they can see out but we can’t see in. No one from Westwood has ever managed to get inside the Glass Tower.
The Glass Tower is the only building downtown to survive the war without many scars – it shines during the day in contrast to the black rubble around it. We call it a war, but we’re not really sure.
Some areas of the city seem fairly normal. You see empty parking lots, empty buildings. Some of them, there’s still glass in the windows, like the Tower. Once, after the bombs stopped falling, after we dug out and saw the city, I ran off on my own and found an area of the city that looked like this. Still decent.
I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I thought maybe it had all just been a dream.
I squint at the Sun breaking through the broken frame of the David Estates. It was that charred corpse of a building that pinched me that morning. Woke me up.
Your family’s gone.
The world’s gone.
You and a hundred or so kids survive.
We had been on a field trip to a marsh. Oak Hammock Marsh.
The adults suddenly panicked.
They locked us in. Told us we would be safe.
They said they would be back soon.
Thirteen years later, my boot makes a slight correction to avoid a skull as I make my way to the still-decent pavement of Portage Avenue.
I used to be a Spy. I was the only Spy who was also a Second. The Seconds once worshipped me.
Now I’m running out to pick the body of an old man one of our snipers pecked off.
I guess things change.
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Af
ter Jessie demoted me from Spy, he took most of my gear – left me the staff because he didn’t know it’s my father’s. Didn’t know it’s important to me.
Demoting me was a move that a lot of people questioned, ’cause I brought in more smokes, matches and booze than the other three spies combined. But back to the task at hand.
I’m not sure how I’ll get from the ground floor of the David Estates to the third – the first visible floor that has a floor. The rest is blown out, the heavy concrete beams holding solid.
That old man must have gotten up there somehow… but that alone seems fairly strange.
We’d never been able to get past the eighth floor.
I walk around the foundation until I find where the earth has been disturbed. Something’s been dragged across it. I follow the scar in the ground ten feet or so to see a massive beam, sticking out of some rubble. I follow the scar in the opposite direction and find the old elevator shaft.
I cock my head to the side.
Did none of the other runners think of that?
I pull on my leather gloves and make sure the staff is secure on my back.
Fifteen floors is a long way to climb a steel cable.
* * *
As I climb, I wonder how much I’ll find in the higher floors of the tower. Most likely they won’t have been scavenged, yet.
After two floors my arms are burning. At the third I bounce off the elevator shaft and jump into the hallway. It creaks, but holds.
I take the stairwell for the next five flights, but at the eighth floor I’m obliged to scout around for a while. Soon I discover a new addition – a rope ladder. This must be how the old man got past the eighth floor.
The ninth floor is mostly intact – so intact that the last rays of the setting sun can’t get through. I sit down in the dust and the dark for a moment and pull out my Discman. Ditry and smudged fingers pry open the battery case and I pull out the four AA batteries inside.
I don’t want to waste the batteries, but I can’t come back empty-handed.
I pull a small flashlight out of my pack and slide the batteries in. Twisting it shut, I click it on and stand, continuing my search.
As suspected, the upper floors of the tower are a goldmine of things left behind.
We don’t really know what happened after we got locked in that bunker. When the food ran out, twenty of us died from starvation before we managed to break out.
What we do know, we can learn from inference, and from books. Periodicals. Yes, I do know these words.
I’m one of the few of us who kept reading after we broke out – though not many people know that. Jessie prefers that we don’t read. In one of the apartments, I find a stack of National Geographics, untouched by the thirteen years, and turn one of the dry pages. It’s become soaked and dried out so many times, half the pages cling in a death grip to each other.
A picture of red birds with long, curved bills. Long legs, standing in what looks like clean water.
Amazing things. Men and women, laughing together.
Pictures taken before the disease swept across the world – killing them all.
We don’t really know what happened, but we know most people left in a hurry. We find dusty packages, waiting to have their cobwebs brushed away. They left their cigarettes and clothes and canned food behind. We find their pictures. They left their pictures. Sometimes, we come across tiny skeletons.
They left their children.
We know they sure left in a hurry.
* * *
I pull my oversized, long leather pack from my shoulder and throw the least-deteriorated National Geographic into it along with the cans of fruit, and head into the bedrooms. I find a silver chain and a watch that doesn’t work. I throw them in – a Third will demand the chain, and a First would be more than happy for the watch.
I check above the closet and dresser – two packs of cigarettes. I put one pack in my jacket, along with five smokes for Tyler, before moving on to the bathroom.
Shampoo and soap – the thirds like that. The chain from the tub plug.
Red hair dye. I pocket that.
Scavenging. This is how it’s done.
* * *
By the time I’m halfway through the ninth floor, my pack is full, and I’m even overburdened by the choice items I don’t plan to share. I hurry up the stairwell to the fifteenth floor – there is no sixteenth floor, and the fifteenth is the scarred crown of the David Estates. It’s as if the top half of the floor had been ripped away by some terrible force. I look up to the open sky and point my flashlight around the roof.
For a second, I think I hear something to my left, but I press on to the south until I find the body of an old man, slumped over and not dead more than a few hours. His skin is muddles – as if it broke open of its own accord – perhaps he has the disease.
I turn him over with gloved hands – Josh had shot him in the throat. I point the flashlight down at his blood, gathered on the dust-and-tile floor.
Footprints in his blood.
I stand and firmly jerk at the tip of my walking staff – a seam shows, and holding the ten inch handle I draw the four-foot blade from inside the wooden staff – its sharp, long tapered edge reveals itself silently. Though it has no foil or wrist guard, I find I’ve never had a need for one.
Its blade gleams in the semibright moon as I turn off the flashlight and quickly lean down to the blood.
Small footprints.
Fuck.
I pick my way north in the rubble, trying to find the way out. A woman has been here first.
Quickly. Silently.
I hear something ahead.
Fuck.
The woman is still here.
IF SHE TOUCHES YOU, YOU DIE!
They’re not so much Jessie’s words as they are just the words. You get the disease from women, it’s a fact. I’ve never known someone who came in contact with a woman and didn’t die shortly after. If I can get out of the building without her seeing me, it will be a good day’s haul regardless. It would probably be best not to tell anyone I’d come close to one, either.
‘Hold!’ A voice shouts to my left.
In a single, quick motion I drop my pack and dart behind a wall, just in time to hear a mighty BOOM. It echoes across the forest, and birds rise from their trees.
It sounds like a shotgun.
Cha-chuck – the sound echoes off the empty walls as another round is chambered.
‘I got five more rounds, boy,’ she calls.
Real close combat with the girls is rare. Usually they avoid us as much as we do them.
I whip around a corner and pull my blade up. It flashes through the shotgun, and the gun comes apart in two pieces in her hands. The tip of my blade darts up and in, resting cold and sharp just under her chin.
‘Quick for a boy,’ she says.
‘Well-armed for a girl,’ I tell her. I lunge in for the fatal stroke, but she’s fast. A foot-long dagger at her belt is free and parrying my slash. For a moment, it’s a stacatto crashing of steel against steel, but she’s quick.
A kick throws my feet out from under me, and her foot presses down on my blade. Now the tip of her dagger sits at my Adam’s apple.
I look at her in the pale light. She might be the last thing I ever see. I want to memorize her.
The matted pale hair, the feirce look on her face.
The hate in her eyes.
But I don’t want to die. In a last ditch effort, I free a flare with my left hand.
The light blinds us both for a moment, but the tip of her dagger doesn’t move from my throat.
As it burns, we stare at each other.
She has light brown eyes, and she stares at me as if she can’t remember the last time she saw a live man.
I’ve seen her once – she was on sentry duty in one of the downtown towers two years ago – she would have been ar
ound seventeen then.
She’s older now – tougher – more sure of herself.
For a moment, it seems a shame I lit the flare.
Her shoulder explodes in a spray of blood and she falls. She hits the dusty ground with a resounding thud, and her eyes remain open.
In the distance, we finally hear the BOOM of the Westwood Sniper’s rifle.
I quickly pull on my gloves before tying her up with a roll of duct tape, but don’t dare stand until the flare has burned itself out. A sniper of ours might take me out just as easy in this light.
I take her dagger – a very decent one – and the shotgun rounds before standing to leave, picking up my pack and heading back to the stairwell. I don’t look back. But I do stop.
I can hear her crying. For a long time I stand there, not thinking. Just standing. But eventually I turn around and come back, leaning down. Her shoulder hasn’t stopped bleeding, and won’t any time soon. With her wrists and ankles bound, she’s not going for help.
‘I can’t let you go,’ I tell her. ‘They’d kill me. I could end your suffering,’ I say, drawing my blade. Her eyes bulge, and I re-sheath it. ‘Then you’ll bleed to death, here,’ I say, standing. She lets out a muffled cry beneath the duct tape. I’m almost to the stairwell when I stop again.
I should know better than this. I should just walk away.
But I come back and hoist her up onto my shoulder. She screams at first. Screams like a banchee. But soon she stops and settles down to an occasional sob.
* * *
At the ninth floor we slide down the elevator cable – my ankles and right hand gripping the cable – the other holding her in a death grip. Down, down, down – all the way.
We hit the gound floor and I let her fall into a corner of the elevator shaft, while I collapse against the wall and light a cigarette. She’s watching me with large, pale brown eyes. I finish my cigarette half-way and stand, walking over to her. She pushes into her corner, and shies from my gloved hand as I reach for her face.
‘It’s alright,’ I say, ‘See? Gloves.’ I tear the duct tape from her mouth.
She doesn’t say anything. She just stares back at me.
I don’t know what I’m doing – there’s not really a plan for prisoners – but I produce another cigarette and hold it out for her. She manages to grip it between two fingers with her wrists bound together, and sticks it silently between her lips.
My lighter flares to life in the near-darkness, and she sucks the flame gently into the cigarette. Puffing gently, she leans back and draws the cigarette away from her mouth in a satisfying drag.
‘Thank you,’ she says.
I go back to my corner and sit down. I can’t think of what to say to that.
* * *
She shuffles along the broken pavement with awkward steps – I’ve cut the tape off her ankles, but bound her knees so she can’t run.
We’re nearing Assiniboine Park – the hazy-gray border between the girl’s territory and ours.
I should just kill her. Might get promoted back to Spy for it. Far, far up ahead, I spy a pair of torches burning. We stop.
‘Are they yours?’ I ask. She doesn’t answer. I flip out my telescope. It takes a moment to find them again, but it’s a group of four women – most have blades, but a redhead and a blonde tote a high power rifles and a lot of shells.
I pull her into an alley and we sit as I stick another cigarette between her lips.
‘What are you going to do with me?’ she asks finally. I had hoped the answer would present itself at some point.
‘You know what the word ‘hypothetical’ means?’ I ask. She nods. ‘Well, hypothetically, if I was to walk you up to that group up there and cut you loose, and just to start back on my way to Westwood, hypothetically, what do you think my chances are of not getting shot to shit by your sniper?’
She stares at me, taking another drag.
‘Who was the rifleman?’ she asks.
‘A redhead. Tall..’
* * *
She shuffles ahead of me. One of my gloved hands rests on her shoulder, keeping my blond bullet-shield between her people and myself. The other hand grips the staff. I can get the blade out in a sixth of a second.
I could kill her before you knew something was wrong.
But she shuffles ahead slowly, and soon we can heard their voices.
Soon we can hear their shouts.
‘Hold or be shot!’ one of them shouts fifty or so yards ahead. My blade comes free and slashes up the blond woman’s back, cutting away the tape at her knees and wrists. She tears it away and takes a free step forward, before turning and looking up at me.
‘Thank you,’ she says again. For some reason, I can’t think of what to say to that.
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She pulled up in front of me on the sand a couple of weeks ago, she had average looks and was hanging out with a dude and another chick. I was laying on a towel and did not pay much attention to her, I mean, the beach is full of fuck tarts after all. A couple of hours later I noticed her camel toe, she had on a bikini bottom, close to a thong that was a size too small for her petite frame, and I could clearly see the outline of her puffy lips and could tell she was clean shaven. I got an...
You wake on a wonderful Monday morning. Why so wonderful? Because it was yet another day where pathetic little Charlie Lewis would suffer. See, Charlie was the reason you had lost your sister, shipped off to boarding school on an airplane, where she died, because dad panicked when Charlie tried to lay his hands on her. So, for your sister’s death, Charlie would pay. You go through your normal routine and stride out of your house, and walk across to Charlie’s, and see a gorgeous blond woman in a...
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, we had just taken a stroll through Central Park, and were now headed to our favorite Cafe. But today, my Uptown Girl had a most peculiar, and devious look in her eyes. I leaned over from my latte and told her that her eyes seemed to be thinking about something. She replied. "Yes, you are right as usual. I'm trying to remember if there is a hardware store somewhere around here." I said. "There's a hardware store about 15 blocks away." She gasped....
Ich heiße Michael, bin 55 Jahre alt und seit einem halben Jahr nach langjähriger Ehe, aus der 2 inzwischen erwachsene Kinder hervorgingen, geschieden.Die letzten Monate hatten mich arg gebeutelt, Trennung, Umzug, berufliche Umorientierung, ich war mit den Nerven ziemlich am Ende und musste dringend raus. So hatte ich mich ganz entgegen meinen sonstigen Gewohnheiten last minute in einer Ferienanlage an Nordküste der griechischen Insel Kos eingemietet. 10 Tage all inklusive, so etwas hatte ich...
Haley looked great that night. Her red hair shined and she wore an incredible dress, cowgirl boots and one of my old hats. I couldn't wait to get that dress off of her later. Haley was about 5'4" or 5'5" she had a decent build and a great ass. Nice c cup tits with perky pink nipples. I couldn't wait to meet her friend, hoping that she was half as hot as my girlfriend. Later that night Haley wandered off to find her friend while I stayed back to save our spots. She returned about ten...
Rani and Kumar had been married for more than 15 years. It was a marriage by arrangement. Rani came from a poor family background, one of the six daughters to a lowly paid blue collar worker. They lived in a village in the deep south of Tamil Nadu. To get a daughter married, it cost an arm and a leg, especially for the dowry demanded by the groom’s parents. Rani’s father had hell of a job to scrounge enough dowries to get his elder two daughters married and he was dreading how on earth he was...
The first time When Gayatri was at college, she wasn’t in good shape as she was nine years after. She wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t fit, so she wasn’t self-confident. This was the case during the first semester of her college. Also, because she was rather shy, she had no male friends except one. He was Raj. So this happened at the end of their first year of college. Gayatri went home for the summer vacation. When she did so, she also met Anvi, her cousin from Delhi, who had come to meet her, and...
Two for one.So, okay. Happy new year, motherfuckers. You're getting two for the price of one.Part one.A long time ago, in a galaxy far away... Like, before I met my current guy, I spent a period living with a roommate. We both needed to live with eachother to be able to afford anything, but other than that, there was nothing between us. I'm sure he's sneaked a peek or listened at my door at some occasions, but to be honest, I would have done the same. In fact, I did.Anyway, he was a nice guy...
As I step out of the shower in our hotel bathroom I’m not surprised by the outfit you laid out for me. Nor am I surprised that you’re not to be found. I assume you are out on the balcony waiting for me to get dressed. I see the white stripper heels first. They are taller than I want but I am doing this for you. They tan pantyhose are laid across my silk black teddy and robe. The elbow length gloves will cover my hot pink nails I had done for you. You have all week to see them and feel them dig...
Drunk sexThe next morning, after breakfast, I was sitting by the pool reading a book. Matt had stayed all night with Sally in her room and only crept back to get some clean clothes before breakfast. He looked a bit tired, but happy, and so did Sally when I saw her at breakfast. Lucky them: I’d just had myself to play with.After a while, I heard a car pull into the car park and saw Abi getting out. She saw me and waved, so I waved back. She came over, with a rather sheepish grin on her face.“Ah, the...
IncestDan had a trial in the morning. He had to figure out how to defend some stupid kid who broke into an old woman’s apartment and then got conked over the head with a frying pan. But it might as well have been him on trial, sitting in that chair next to the judge, trying to explain to his wife and three sons how he violated the same rules he had imposed on them. Dan tilted his head back and rubbed his eyes. It was late, past two in the morning. The rest of the house was asleep and he was alone...
After the week away, it was really hard to get back to a normal lifestyle. First off, mom and dad noticed that we were a lot nicer towards each other. Rather than tell a big lie, I told them that we just really learned to appreciate each other more, I guess it comes with growing up . . . they thought it was nice.Every chance I had, I would go naked around the house when the parents weren't there. I loved being naked in front of Steph and she got pretty comfortable about being partially naked...
Sheila drives into the church lot and parks her car. She grabs her belongings, locks the car, and heads away from the Neighborhood Park and Ride to catch the bus. Today is like any other work day right up until the point that the groundskeeper intercepts her as she turns from the car. "Good morning Miss. Can I have a moment of your time?" Smiling as she checks her watch, Sheila nods and follows him into the side door of the church and down a dark hallway into what she surmises is the...
SpankingAnyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life. Synopsis: A museum heist has unexpected results. * I was not happy about Chrissie getting the dildo stuck in my ass. Just standing around was an exercise in humility, and don’t...
Being a cuckold husband is well sometimes the most exciting thing you can do in a marrage. My wife is very good at getting the most excitment for me out of each side dick she lays. Some times I have no idea she is off fucking due to me at work or busy doing something at home. When that happens I always get the pie when she gets home. But what she loves to do is let me know she is about to go fuck one of my friends but do it in a way that I can't ask any questions. This way always works and it's...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of...
More Than Just A Womanless Pageant (Chapter 3) by: crossvestite Players: Daddy-Steve Daughter-Amy Son-Andy Amy's Boyfriend-Lucas So far: Steve's daughter Amy was with him in his home office and was telling him about her plans to help her boyfriend Lucas enter into the high school's womanless beauty pageant. Steve is confused as to why she needs his help. But he also learns that Amy knows quite a lot about his own little hobby. This chapter continues that...
Flora was, in a way, enjoying herself immensely. Although the corset portion of the rubber body shaper was uncomfortably tight, making her feel a bit breathless, the rest of the outfit was another matter. Her head was tightly encased in the helmet and felt, well... TIGHT, as if she had been drinking. The balloon gag filling her mouth distended her cheeks slightly, and gave her a kind of simple, oral satisfaction, like she got from performing fellatio. The fiendish attachments of the...
Growing up and living in Peru Indiana was like living in another century. I knew I was a hick and I knew what kind of hick town Id lived in for the past nineteen years. I was desperate to change my life, to change everything about it. All my life Id longed for that exciting kind of life Id read about in books and magazines. I just knew College could be the beginning of that new life for me. Finally that day came. Id I had the money from my parents estate and screwing up my courage I started out...
Let me back up just a little bit. My name is Joe. I am 39 years old, divorced and have been managing this bar for about 3 years. I started as a morning bartender and worked my way up to manager and also worked as the bartender on Friday and Saturday nights alongside one of the other employees. When I became manager it also came with an apartment attached to the bar (but with no door between). To get to the apartment you had to exit the bar, go halfway around the outside and enter another door...
Philip was only fourteen when his slightly older sister discovered how he had grown since they last played doctor. She was flabbergasted and couldn’t wait to get her hands on the erection that popped out when he dropped his drawers. She’d touched his “pee-pee thing” a lot but wouldn’t apply her mouth or pussy to it in earlier times. Now it was way more than twice as big. She got a tape measure and got eight-and-a quarter inches long and slightly more than three inches wide at mid-shaft. She had...
I work with a girl by the name of Karlie, now Karlie is very nice but tends to wear these weird glasses… kind of like the nerdy type big black rimed ones minus the tape in the center. Overall she is very attractive, she is about 5’5”, 120 dirty blonde shoulder length hair, blue eyes and slender, and she has the nicest set round tits I have ever seen. Karlie and I have been working together for about 7 months now; she is a great colleague and really knows her stuff. We are geologists and...
EroticAre you horny as fuck to eat some pussy? Sorry, mother fucker – it is not going to happen today! Or tomorrow, or next week, or even next decade for that fucking matter. Let’s stop kidding you here.So now that you know you are going to be hopelessly jerking off by yourself forever, you need to find some kick-ass stroking content. Especially for those of you that enjoy beating off to hot bitches getting their pussies eaten. If that sounds awesome to you and you want to look at only this kind of...
Reddit NSFW ListAlmost a year and a half went by like it was nothing. The sun was shining brightly on the Nevada desert. Even if it was December, the heat was still there. It felt like nothing had happened, yet it did. Many things did happen with some things that might have occurred or never occurred at all. The one obvious thing was that everything was usual in the desert. Tumbleweeds blew across the sands and shrubs that grew by the road. Located on Route 50, the long stretch of endless road would be the...
a story about Sweet Mindy (My Blonde MILF Hottie) Part 1 She was standing in line at the Deli, the cutest blonde hardbody I'd seen in a while, with an ass made for fucking and big nippled ripe titties, she was a horny studs's wet and sticky dream. She was dressed in a long wrap around skirt, slit down the side to show some skin and a tight pink sweater. "Way to...
By : Love2love Hello all, this is KK. I have been a reader of ISS and did really enjoy a lot of sexy stories for a while. Hope the stories I bring on will keep your dicks hard and all pussy wet and not to forget the nipples of those beautiful tits hard, that I love the most. I work in a company and surely see many chicks around with nice body and there was a favored one too. Her name was Lusy, she was from Goa. She had a nice figure to die for with around 32-29-30 I guess. Her complexion was...
Introduction: Teachers cock spends some quality time with little girls pussy. This is a direct sequel to my last story, Cumming in Church. I heartily encourage you to read that one before this one. If you have any requests for stories, I would be happy to comply. Drop a message in the comments or send me a message. But Mr. Williams did. Jesse sat down in class, quickly straightening her dress and immediately talking to her friend next to her. Mr. Williams watched her from his desk, her tiny...
We all got the warning about the beach being a dangerous place at night when on holidays in Miamibut i didnt really care about itbeing around 6 feet and able to handle myself if something woud happenmy friends were sleeping and i wanted to smoke a cigarette walkign on the beach near the hoteli was sat on the beach relaxingi never ear the footstepsall i felt was 2 big hands on my head turning around wondering what was it''shhhhh boy ...open ''looking at the fat tall black guy cock going in my...
I put on a big smile and said, "Are you kidding? Sure, I can. I would love to get off using them. What do they have to do with this weekend?" Ballard said, "Well, we are meeting some new distributors Friday night and they have seen you in your other videos. Now, they all want to see just how hot you are and what you do between fucking men. They do not believe there is a woman like you on this earth. Jane is nothing like you. If things work out good this weekend, they are going to order...
Karen Spring came. My class was done. I was disappointed in my students. They had all done a superlative job building ... but they were KITS! The hard part was done. Uberti Santa Fe Hawken kits come assembled. There’s no guess or by gosh. They fit! Everything fits. The guns were beautiful ... as good as mine ... and mine was a beauty. The wood was a wonder to behold. It shot straight and true. I had built the rifle with a long barrel... 35 inches. Then I drilled six “S size” holes in the...
They finally joined the other three in the kitchen. DT had been cooking and teaching Zarka, with a very attentive KJ helping. Raina wondered which boy was going to get lucky because she had a feeling one of, if not both were also going. She had been as surprised as Ben when Zarka made herself known to them. She had also realised Zarka didn’t really need her to fly the ship. She was obviously capable of doing it herself, since she was apparently, also the ship. That was an explanation,...
You look at the rays of light rising in the horizon, knowing that the "Sun" you are looking at is merely the eletromagnetic waves being distorted by the gravity of the planet, not really the real thing, though that is the feeling you have been experiencing since your first breath, you were born in a kingdom with an ample number of astounishing women, but you soon discovered that none would be yours, your father, raised you to respect his rights of possesion over all of them, instilling in you a...
GayThe Wedding Date By Jena Corso Edited by Jay Chapter Seven As he hurried back down the stairs his mother and Rita were resetting the table. Out came some cookie dough, as he sat listening to her instructions about the basic slicing and then into the oven they went, before they all sat again waiting for the girls to arrive. His mother would had him add a second coat of clear polish as luckily the conversation turned away from the scholarship and over to gossip. Being an only...
I hesitated to move because usually when my dad says he has news it doesn’t go well. One example was that we were going to America for a while. Okay I’ll admit eventually I grew to love that decision. So I decided to give this a chance it could be good. I nodded my head and said, “I’m doing great Dad. I hope you are too.” I gave him a hug after I sat down next to him. “Well there are a few things I actually need to talk about. One I need to go back to Japan for a while. My sister just...
Hey Guys. It’s the story about a girl named Vishruti (name changed). She lives in my society. Her age would be 22 and figure 36-28-36. She has the figure to die for, every guy in my colony has an eye on her luscious body. She has a totally fair complexion, white milky skin tone, cute face, cherry lips and a curvy figure. Old and young, every guy in my society wish to see her hot figure at least once in a day. She can easily make even a kid’s cock erect by her cute innocent face along with lusty...