Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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Auf der Jagd nach geilen Ficks...gefunden auf…Ich erzähle hier die Geschichte eines Freundes, der stets auf der Suche nach einem geilen Fick war (und ist) und der mit Zeit anspruchsvoll wurde als er seine Suche auf DEN Fick des Lebens konzentrierte.Er erzählte mir eines Abends als wir zusammen ein Bier tranken in der Kneipe um die Ecke, dass er schon ein paar geile Frauen in seinem Leben getroffen habe und auch tollen Sex erlebt hat. Das ihm aber etwas fehle, etwas war er nicht so richtig...
Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry. Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next to him. She is wearing a blue floral dress and a pearl necklace, her gray hair is tied in a bun. Mortimer is...
FICK ist ein Akronym und steht für die Protagonisten Frank, Ingo, Corinna und Klaus. Als Fick-Bande lösen die vier 18-jährigen Jugendlichen Kriminalfälle. Unterstützt werden sie dabei von Corinnas Vater, dem Kriminalkommissar Emil Klackner, und Ingos Vater, dem Erfinder Herr Volker Zweistein. Hauptcharaktere: Frank Kasten Frank ist Anführer der FICK-Bande, und heißt eigentlich Frank Kasten. Er wohnt im Internat mit Klaus in einem Zimmer, das den Namen „Führerbunker“ trägt. Frank ist...
As was his habit at lunchtime, Hal left the building and walked through the office park for exercise. It was a partly cloudy day, and for the moment it seemed overcast. On his way to a small path through the woods, he saw her. Sandy was an attractive redhead with a sensual voice who almost always wore a tailored blouse, a roomy ankle-length skirt, and one-inch pumps. Her wardrobe varied in color, patterns, and material, depending upon the season, but always the same ensemble. Hal watched as...
Elizabeth Fleming told me some of this story in the years before she died, aged eighty, in 2010. The more graphic scenes are mine but the emotions and surrounding history are hers. She was my Great Aunt, great in so many ways for she was the third family member I ever revealed my sexuality to, the first two being my parents. I had known since girlhood that she shared a cottage in Hampshire with her friend, Portia, but had never known their relationship was more than sisterly. When I told her...
LesbianShe wanted to remember. The hookah was a beautiful piece. It stood at 4 ½ feet. Dark red… it always was her favorite color. This hookah was her personal prize. It only had one hose, one smoker. She pulled the airtight box from its hiding place and opened the lid. Once released, the heady aroma drifted, tickling her nose. The new batch of bud was a dark green, but the crystals were so thick it turned everything pastel. Breaking it apart just enough to smoke easy, she arranged the weed in...
Introduction: While a few details have been tweaked, this story is as close as I can remember it Prologue She wanted to remember. The hookah was a beautiful piece. It stood at 4 ½, feet. Dark red&hellip, it always was her favorite color. This hookah was her personal prize. It only had one hose, one smoker. She pulled the airtight box from its hiding place and opened the lid. Once released, the heady aroma drifted, tickling her nose. The new batch of bud was a dark green, but the...
After the close call and excitement, in more ways than one, of that first night together, Sandy decided they better cool it a bit so Mom wouldn’t get suspicious. Mom also went back on day shift, 8am – 8pm, so bedtime was less private, but days were not such a problem. Randy tried to act normal around Mom and of course, around Sandy, but he did have some issues like being quieter and more protective. Mom just thought he was getting older and closer to starting into puberty, especially now...
I never FaceTime. I'm not a adolescent girl. I don't need to see your face when a simple text will do. Call me an old bastard, get-off-my-lawn type, but that's the way it is. (By the way, I'm not that old).So when that mechanical beeping emanates from my phone that someone wants to FaceTime me, it's definitely out of the ordinary. Especially when it's 10:30 on a Tuesday night. I got to my phone and it said "Ann FaceTime video."Well, this was different. Ann Next Door and I been fooling around on...
It was a warm October night and I was at a college football game with a few buddies. Throughout the first half of the game, I looked to my right and there was this hot sexy bald guy 3 sections to my right. He had huge arms and was wearing a black wife-beater and jeans. We kept looking at each other and at each time, he would show that bright smile of his.At halftime, I went to the restroom and used one of the stalls, luckily I was the only one in the bathroom. As I opened the stall, he was...
Summertime In Colorado I absolutely love summertime. The hotter it is the less the girls wear. Instead of long jeans they wear short shorts. Instead of full blouses they wear skimpy tops. Coats are strictly out of the question too. Bikinis are popular even if it is just the top half with a micro mini skirt. Like I said I absolutely love summertime. Girls of all ages are wonderful to look at. Touching them might be a different story but looking at them is still legal. The problem...
Summertime Blues Author's Note: This is an old story of mine which I self-edited using the great suggestions I been receiving. I will go back and edit it more. I want to see how well I could implement the suggestions which I got. Also, I want to give a thanks to all the people who had help me in my writing. It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon in July yet it was raining in Joe's mind. This was for Joe was having a run of the mill bad day so he headed to the bar for a drink. He...
I have a new job working away and I bought an iPad to keep in touch with the wife, it’s great seeing her when away I miss her so much so it’s great when I’m bored in my room. Jane and I for years have spoke about sharing? But she never comes through, it must be 4 years now we have had the same conversation about it and it’s always the same answer maybe! Jane is great in the sack she knows how to please, I keep telling her she needs to give it out cos it’s going to waste on me as I only last...
Showtime for Teri By Teri Franken Chapter 1 My name is Teri and I am 28 years old. I have been a closet sissy for as long as I can remember. My parents knew that I was not your typical child and they let me live how I wanted to and did not judge me, they just loved me unconditionally. I grew up loving everything that a little boy typically doesn't like, such as dresses and dolls. My parents were concerned that I would be a target for bullies, so I was home schooled, took my GED...
The day started like any normal week day. The alarm clock went off early in the morning, I hit snooze and dozed off for ten minutes before it went off again. This time I killed the alarm did a good stretch before climbing out of bed. The morning tasks went like usual, then I got dressed in a polo work shirt and khakis. I cooked some bacon, eggs and hash browns before leaving the house to make my first stop. It was a new customer and company policy was new customers are top priority. A call the...
Not my story but one from myhotwife blogA couple weeks back I got an email from a commercial airline pilot who said he’d be flying into my town and wondered if I’d be interested in a rendezvous at the Embassy Suites near the airport. He said he had a six hour layover and couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than borrowing another man’s wife for the afternoon. At first I was a little surprised at his forward approach, so I called his bluff and told him to message me and we could talk about...
I wrote this as a way to process my sexual development, as well at to share my dirty secrets with like-minded people.This will be deemed sexually devious, inappropriate and offensive to some people. DON'T READ IT IF YOU'RE NOT A DEVIANT!I’m a 33 year old guy, I’m in a hetro relationship and I’m straight.I love sharing my sexual experiences on-line, particularly those from my teenage years. Sharing stories from my youth, and photos and videos of my more recent sexual pastimes is a very...
SEVEN ASIAN BLOWJOBS IN SEVEN DAYSVOTE FOR THE BESTPLEASE SEE:- INTRO AND DAY ONE – MEI- DAY TWO – EMI- DAY THREE – YUZMIN- DAY FOUR – YONG-JAE- DAY FIVE - JOYCEDAY SIX – NGUYET?I was relieved to know I could get a little more sleep on the boat. We were travelling to one of the islands near the mainland, and it would take a couple of hours. My dreams were saturated with images of Joyce trying to coax my cock inside her, my near-death experience oral sex with Yong-Jae, the mystery of Yuzmin...
Early left Susan sobbing on the couch and taking his Explorer went shopping for beds to replace their marital king. Early tersely told him what he required, and then with little thought given to details he purchased the beds, leaving instructions for next day, Sunday delivery. Leaving the store, Early sat in his car and cried. The reality and uncertainty of where he and Susan were heading overwhelmed him. Regaining his composure, Early just drove with no destination in mind. On a beautiful...
I’m not The Porn Guy. I’m not really sure how many times I have to say this, but people keep confusing me with that asshole. Sure, we’ve both got “Porn” in our names, and we both have websites devoted to the topic, but that’s pretty much where the similarities end. I think it should be obvious just by looking at what we have to offer, but the internet’s a funny place, and Google sure doesn’t know any fucking better. So maybe this will be a good time to dig in and let you all know who the...
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October 17th, 1995, 7:30 AM PT, Metro Plaza Hotel, Los Angeles, CA Miriam had been tossing and turning all night; she spent time just sitting in the chair in the corner of the room to try and let Baruch sleep. She was so upset she was oblivious to the fact that Baruch couldn’t sleep either, which was not in her nature. She was usually fully aware of what was going on with her husband. They thought together almost telepathically, and yesterday had been one of the first times in decades when...
TIMELESS BEAUTY BY PAUL G. JUTRAS Sam walked in the dorm house, looked at the lock and then in the dorm mistress's room. The plus size woman was dress in a black blouse and flats, black with white palm tree design jacket and skirt with dark brown nylons. She new there was only a half hour before she made her rounds and called lights out. Upstairs, roommates Chris and Alex waited on their beds. Like their friend Sam, both guys were petite and lovely looking. Being transsexuals who...
The door was open. I had no reason to have it closed. We were all in this together. So I was sitting in the large chair as my nurse prepared to access my port to begin the first liter of Cisplatin. The cancer center had been busy today and I glanced out the doorway as several people passed by. Then I noticed a woman pausing as one of the nurses escorted her somewhere.It was Katherine. I recognized her at once even though it had been so many years ago. Then I heard her laugh as her companion...
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Mind ControlHi everyone Akshay here, age 23 from Chennai. I’m a reader of ISS for the past 5 years, and it’s high time I shared my experience. This happened a couple of months back. It was with my longtime bestie. Her name is Vaishali. We know each other for around 6 years, starting from our college days. She lives half an hour away from my place. I’m pretty familiar with her parents. We got to know each other from our college days as we were from the same department. She had a sexy shape, which gave me a...
‘I was a Wartime Transvestite for Uncle Sam! TJ Ryder Chapter 1 Reform School Romance! I couldn’t believe that all I got from my uncle Bill when he died after all he said to me about my being his favorite grand nephew was an old diary from World War II. I mean I thought we got along pretty darn good, and its not like he had any money or anything, just another old geezer in an assisted care center who if he ever had...
The funeral was a gloomy affair as funerals go. I am somewhat irreverent and remember clearly my twin brother and I giggling all through my Uncle’s funeral because his widow had the price ticket still dangling from the back of her hat. John and I shared a sense of mischief and humour. At our Grandfather’s funeral, we’d been unable to look at each other during the hymn ‘Praise my soul the king of heaven,’ because John had written an alternative verse that was utterly filthy and we both knew what...
LesbianA few years ago, my wife was having a midlife crisis while I was away serving in Iraq. She was both lonely and horny. She had been without me for nearly 8 months and I still had four more months to go on my tour of duty. Char is an attractive 40 year old woman, 5'8" tall with blonde hair and green eyes. She keeps herself in great shape and still has a body to prove it, 36-30-36. Our sex life is absolutely wonderful when I am there, and I would not change a thing. She is a Hottie and we are...
'I was a Wartime Transvestite for Uncle Sam! TJ Ryder Chapter 1 Reform School Romance! I couldn't believe that all I got from my uncle Bill when he died after all he said to me about my being hisfavorite grand nephew was an old diary from World War II. I mean I thought we got along pretty darn good, and its not like he had any money or anything, just another oldgeezer in an assisted care center who if he ever had anythinghad...
CrossdressingSummertime Fun After my divorce I got my daughter every other weekend and for the entire summer. Now that she was fourteen and developing quite nicely I was enjoying her even more. I also indulged her desire for sexy revealing clothing, since her mother wouldn’t. Holly was pleased that I had purchased a summer home alone the beach. We used to go to the ocean when we were still a family. Another thing that I did to piss my wife off after the divorce. It was a very nice place and I...
Summertime: Chapter 1 By Tommie Summertime, and the living was easy. I had just graduated college and I was home for the summer. My parents were on vacation and I had the house to myself. I had settled into a relaxed routine. Up late, lazy breakfast, a little bit of work on the computer to keep my hand in for the programmer's job I was starting in the fall. Then, as often as not, a lazy afternoon reading in the back yard before soccer training in the evening. Soccer had paid my...
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Facetime Accident With Mother In LawIt was the usual time me and my girlfriend would facetiming but I felt a little risky this time so I was already naked. I gave her number a ring and had the camera straight at my junk trying to throw a little surprise there for her. I was swaying it back and forth and I still didn't get a reply. All I heard was.. “Uhm... Hello...” Next thing I noticed it was my girlfriends mom. I said oh shit and struggled trying to hang up while she said “No no... don't hang...
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Sentiments of a Submissive By:? Miss Georgia Peach As told to:? JEP Introduction:? Miss Peach is the most unique submissive I have ever encountered.? In addition to being incredibly beautiful, she has the mind of a true intellect.? She has a unique ability to put words together to create a vivid word picture that is truly a work of eroticism.? The following are her words to express her sentiments and a few of her experiences.???????????????? JEP I do love the concept of being pierced...
Angel didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until she jolted upright at the sound of the door clicking open. The suited man slipped back into the room, followed by Dante. Angel’s body tensed as she tried to stifle her happiness at seeing Dante. Even if he couldn’t help her out of this mess, a familiar face was something she could settle for. The suited man sat back down at the table, and Dante pulled another chair out and sat next to him. Angel looked back and forth between the...
Rich slowly made his way down the stairs. His head was pounding from the alcohol the night before. Wincing in the harsh lights of the kitchen, he found Angel folding laundry at the table. Another girl, a brunette with long slender legs, tanned olive skin, and a shapely ass, was washing dishes at the sink. Angel glanced up at Rich, his hand rubbing the side of his head, a pained expression across his face. "Brynn, coffee. Black." Brynn turned from the sink, glancing at Rich before...
Angel was barely inside the door when Rich, who kicked the door closed behind her, had an arm around her waist, with his face buried in the crook of her neck. He was kissing, and gently biting her shoulder. Angel was tense, and tried to pull away, but he kept pulling her back. His hands were roaming her body, and one hand fumbled its way to her groin. He was drunk, and looking for pleasure. They had just returned from a private party with Bishop, and Rich had a bit too much to drink. The...
Angel rolled over to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was ten in the morning. She had only slept seven hours, but she felt fairly rested. She sat up with a groan, her body creaked and cracked. She looked around at the room. The walls were fairly bare. A dresser sat on the opposite wall from the bed, next to the bedroom door. The accordion doors to the closet on the left wall were closed. A window was just over Angel’s left shoulder as she sat upright in the bed. There was a...
By the time Angel was picking up her bag to leave the club, it was three in the morning. She followed Rich out the back door of the club and towards his truck until he stopped. “No,” he corrected, turning to look at Angel. He pointed over her right shoulder, “you’re with him.” Angel looked over to a black Cadillac. Dante was leaning against the passenger door, arms crossed over his chest, his left foot crossed over his right. She continued to look Dante over, hearing Rich get in his...
Angel, Rich, and Emily sat silently in the truck, outside of the motel. Emily was looking out the back passenger window at the fairly vacant motel. No doubt she was confused as to why they were here, and naïve as to what was about to happen. Rich stared out the front window and into space. Emotion lacked on his face or in his eyes. Perhaps a bit of remorse was burning in the pit of his stomach. Angel stared down at her hands in her lap as she sat in the passenger seat. She didn’t...
Angel was right about the man. He had offered her and Emily drugs, but then expected rough sex. There were many times during their intercourse that Angel thought he was going to seriously hurt her. He would choke her, cut off her air supply until she was blue in the face. She would grab at his wrists, trying to get him to let go, but it was useless. He would let go of her and she would quickly catch her breath before he would give her a hard smack across her face. He would bite and pinch and...
Angel spent another three nights at the motel. She received no break from clients. Rich came to pick her up after nearly a week of work. He took her back to his house. He let her relax in front of the TV for the day. Two other girls came and kept Angel company. But it wasn’t much company. What little talking there was, was about the current TV show. There was no friendly giggles or secret sharing or even smiles. Angel craved to have friend. She longed for the comforts of companionship. But...
The man reached up and brushed a few strands of hair from Angel's face. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. She kept her eyes low, much to his disappointment. He leaned down, gently placing a kiss to her lips, ever so softly. She timidly pulled away from him, but he pulled her back to kiss her again, running the back of his hand across her cheek and down her neck. He pulled himself closer to her, kissing her a bit more passionately. He ran his hands...
Maybe he wouldn't recognize her. Maybe he wouldn't remember her from the other night. She sat up on the bed as he walked toward her, his eyes narrow. She could tell he recognized her, but she didn't think he could remember where. She motioned him onto the bed. He sat, but still seems untrusting and tense. Instinctively, she gently pushed on his shoulders to lay him down. He was still suspicious of her as she straddled him. Figuring it was best to keep her face hidden, for fear...
Angel knew Frank all too well. He was her first pimp, and had stolen her virginity when she was only seven. At the time, he was her legal gaurdian, so it made it easy for him to torture her and pimp her out to his friends. That’s how she met Rich. He happened to be one of Frank’s friends, and when he offered to fork over money for her, Frank jumped on the offer and suddenly Angel belonged to Rich at the illegal age of eleven. Sure Angel had tried to escape many times, and in fact,...
Angel finished her night at the PD club. But her night itself wasn’t actually done. Rich dropped her back off at the thrift store she was at earlier. He threw her a few bucks that she made earlier. She could use the money for whatever she wanted, usually food or cigarettes. She walked to the McDonalds on one end of the parking lot. The night staff were not surprised by her attire. They frequently had girls come in at all hours of the night, during all times of the year, in even less...
She leaned up against the brick wall of the local thrift store, close to Harrisburg Pike and Mound Street. It wasn’t the best of areas, but Angel had certainly been in worse. Her grey jean shorts, tshirt, and vest were worn. She wore black boots that were in desperated need of replacement. A lit cigarette hung loosely out of the corner of her mouth. She watched as a few cars drove about in the parking lot. She heard shouting, catching her attention as her gaze shifted to two men arguing under...
Introduction: Call girl, Angel, believes theres nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind? Chapter Three: A Blue In The Brothel Angel knew Frank all too well. He was her first pimp, and had stolen her virginity...
Introduction: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. Call girl, Angel, believes theres nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?...
Introduction: Call girl, Angel, believes theres nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind? Chapter Two: No Victims In This Game Angel finished her night at the PD club. But her night itself wasnt actually done. ...
Introduction: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. Call girl, Angel, believes theres nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?...
Introduction: Call girl, Angel, believes theres nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind? Chapter One: Get Rich Or Die Trying She leaned up against the brick wall of the local thrift store, close to Harrisburg...
Introduction: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. Call girl, Angel, believes theres nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?...
Introduction: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. Call girl, Angel, believes theres nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?...