Return To Pleasant Street Ch 08
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VICE IS STILL NICE
The Thomas family lives on Pleasant Street, a few doors down from my house, on the corner. Their kids, Ronni and Al, Jr., have turned out pretty well. I wrote about them in my last collection of stories about Pleasant Street, remember? The kids are both good-looking and they’ve always been close, even for brother and sister. A few years back, I wondered if something might not be going on between them.
Ronni’s married, now, and has a little boy, but she’s still as slim and lovely as she ever was. Actually, what made me think about the Thomas kids is that I heard Ronni and her family are visiting her parents for a few days. Al, Jr., is home, too. Now I’m not sure anything was ever going on between Ronni and Al, Jr., but if there was, will they keep it up now that they have a chance to be together again?
FAMILY GET TOGETHER
-1-
Al Thomas, Jr., was headed for the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. Getting in the bathroom had been a problem ever since his sister, Ronni, her husband Ken, and their son, Noah, arrived for a visit the day before. Wearing his bathrobe, Al headed down the hallway for the bathroom.
Just as Al got to the bathroom, his sister Ronni emerged, wearing a blue and white striped silk nightshirt and, he was sure, very little else. His sister was quite attractive. Her medium sized breasts, even though she’d nursed her son, were still beautifully shaped. He knew her nipples – when she was aroused – were large and protuberant. Her waist was trim, her belly still flat, and her hips curved nicely into well-shaped legs. Ronni also had fine, long, straight brown hair that fell almost to her waist and an extremely pert face.
Ronni glanced down the hall, then gave Al a kiss that curled his toes. ‘How are you doing, brother?’ she whispered after the kiss ended, grinning at her brother’s flushed face and heaving chest. ‘We haven’t had a chance to get together like I hoped.’
‘Ah…no…I…I guess we haven’t,’ Al croaked in reply. As a result of Ronni’s kiss he had the start of a hard-on and his hormones were in turmoil.
‘You getting ready for bed?’ Ronni asked.
‘What do you think I’m doing?’ Al retorted.
Ronni leaned closer to him and tickled the part of his chest exposed by the open neck of his robe with her long fingernails. Her teasing caress caused Al more stimulation, something he didn’t need, since he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it any time soon.
‘Well, I guess I better get to bed,’ Ronni said. She stretched and Al’s eyes bugged out. God, she was gorgeous! It was too bad her husband and son had come with her, otherwise…
‘See you later,’ Ronni whispered. Another quick kiss and she was off down the hall.
Al watched her go, turned to go into the bathroom, and walked into the doorjamb. He was going to have to watch himself. Ronni was acting as if she didn’t care whether their folks and her husband found out what they were doing!
After finishing up in the bathroom, Al left the bathroom and walked to his room. He took off his bathrobe in the darkened room, then, naked, he slid into bed and got a big surprise. Somebody, a naked somebody, a naked female somebody it felt like, was in his bed!
‘I didn’t think you’d ever get finished,’ Ronni whispered. ‘What the hell takes so long in the bathroom? I was just about to go back to my room.’ Her hand slid down his belly and found his cock, which was still half-hard from the effects of her kiss a little while earlier. ‘Oh, yeah!’ Ronni purred, ‘I like the way this feels! You’re all ready, aren’t you?’
Al was hesitant, but what Ronni was doing to his cock felt so good…
‘I bet it’s been quite a while since anyone’s done this to you…’ Ronni said. She threw back the covers and, before Al realized what she had in mind, had his cock in her mouth.
Fear of discovery was swept aside by onrushing passion as his sister’s mouth began to slide up and down his rapidly stiffening pole. ‘God, I love how big your cock gets!’ Ronni groaned, sliding atop him. She had his cock gripped in her hand and began lowering herself on it.
All Al could think about was how wonderful it was going to be to be deep inside his sister’s hot cunt once again. His hips surged powerfully off the bed and he grabbed his sister’s lean hips and held her against him as his hips rocked, causing his cock to lunge into her.
‘God! You always make me feel so fucking good!’ Ronni groaned softly, her breasts bobbing, her body quaking, as Al thrust into her repeatedly. ‘Damn! Oh, Damn! You have no idea how bad I needed this! I’ve been thinking about your hard cock ever since we got here yesterday!’
Al continued to ram his erect organ into his sister. All his pent up emotions were about to be released. He knew he would have a hard time coming without yelling and so would Ronni, so he pulled his gorgeous sister’s face down to his and locked his lips to hers.
‘Mmpphh! Mmpphh!’ Ronni groaned into his mouth as her body went into a rictus of delight, her hips writhing wildly. ‘Mmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm!’
Al moaned into her mouth, too, as his quivering body released a hot, surging flood, filling
Ronni’s quavering hole to overflowing. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as he spewed his need.
Sated, Ronni lay in his arms after they finished and kissed him softly. ‘I really miss having you fuck me,’ she whispered, ‘You’re the best! The absolute fucking best!’ She kissed him again. ‘I better get back to my room. We don’t want Ken to wake up and come looking for me, do we?’
‘Ah…I guess not,’ Al admitted. He was satisfied, but he felt a little guilty. He liked his sister’s husband, but he couldn’t resist a chance to make love with her.
Ronni kissed him again. ‘See you in the morning, stud,’ she whispered. She slipped out of bed, put on her nightshirt, and left the room.
Al rolled over, turned off the lights, and fell asleep.
-2-
Al awoke the next morning looking forward to spending the day with his family. He slipped out of bed, put on his bathrobe, and went down the hall to the bathroom to take his shower. As he stood in the shower, he thought about what Ronni had done to him the night before. God, his sister sure was one hot chick!
As he stood under the hot spray, his head back, his eyes closed, he felt a warm hand slide around his hip, then down onto his cock. ‘Wha?’ Al muttered and stiffened. It had to be Ronni. Nobody else would be this crazy! But where was her husband. It was Sunday, so he knew his parents were probably in church.
‘K…’ Al stammered. He turned and saw his sister’s flushed face. ‘K…keep doing that, don’t stop.’ Her hand continued to move, massaging his cock to full erection.
‘I couldn’t resist,’ Ronni murmured, letting her free hand roam over her brother’s soap-slick body while the other one continued to pump his now-hard cock. ‘I saw you going down the hall. You don’t mind, do you?’
‘No!’ Al groaned, his legs getting rubbery. ‘Not…not if…if you don’t!’
His sister’s lean, lovely body glistened with droplets of water. Her nipples were already hard and she rubbed them against his arm while her hand stroked him. It made Al feel incredibly good. ‘I…I love what…what you do to me!’ he gasped.
‘I’m glad. You know how I love taking showers with you,’ Ronni murmured. The contact with his body, especially that wonderful cock of his, was getting her very aroused, too!
Al had the soapy washcloth in his hand and used it to caress his sister’s body. It wasn’t long before she was gasping just as passionately as he was.
‘God, Al!’ Ronni moaned and squeezed his cock. ‘Nobody washes me like t…that! I…I love it!’ Al’s hand, moving insistently between her legs, had her about to melt.
Despite the pleasure she’d shared with her brother the night before, Ronni woke up horny. Since she knew her folks went to church,
she begged off accompanying her son to his folk’s house, claiming she had a headache. She was hoping Al would stay home, too, and she’d get an opportunity do something about the need gnawing her insides. She was in her bedroom when her brother walked down the hall. When she heard the shower start, she knew the opportunity she had hoped for was there. She slipped on her bathrobe, followed Al to the bathroom, then slipped off her robe and joined her brother in the shower. Things had gone more wonderfully than she hoped, and now…
Al liked this. He felt his sister trembling and knew she was close to coming.
‘Le…let’s get out of here, dry off and…go to your room,’ Ronni gasped, quivering. ‘I have to have you!’
‘What about Ken?’ Al asked. He still had some presence of mind and couldn’t believe his sister was doing this with her husband in the house.
‘He…he took Noah to see his parents,’ Ronni gasped. She tugged his cock. ‘Please, Al, come on, I need you!’
‘Let’s do it in here,’ Al said.
Ronni was thrilled by her brother’s suggestion. She really didn’t care where they made love, just so they did it, and soon! Al had her so close! She wanted his cock! She needed it inside her! She turned around and bent over, clutching the soap dish and one of the faucets for support.
Al moved behind her, grabbed his cock, and slid the tip up and down between the soapy lips of her gash.
‘In me! Please, Al! I need you!’ Ronni begged, pushing her lovely ass back at him. If he’d just stick that big, hard cock in her…
Al heard his sister’s pleas and knew she wanted him desperately, but didn’t comply…not yet. His fingers probed between her firm buttocks and her body continued to buck and quiver. He poked one finger at her tight little anus.
‘Oh! God! Damn, Al, that feels so good!’ Ronni groaned. She pressed back at him and felt his soap-slippery finger slide slowly into her snug nether opening. She couldn’t get over how wonderful it felt!
Al was about as turned on as he’d ever been! He was finger-fucking his sister’s ass! His cock got still harder. This was too much!
‘Al! Oh, God! That really feels good! So good!’ Ronni groaned, her body twisting and turning as her brother explored her nether opening. The lovely woman was ecstatic. She loved having her ass played with!
Getting his finger in his sister’s bottom increased Al’s level of passion to the point where he could no longer hold back. Keeping his finger in her anus, he guided his cock to her pussy, then slammed it home, his thighs slapping against hers. Powerfully, he drove into her, his cock plunging wildly, his finger matching the pace in her ass.
‘Al! Gggaahh! Now! Now! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!’ Ronni cried as her body went wild. Her brother’s dual invasion of her body gave her incredibly delightful sensations. All else was swept from her mind by overwhelming ecstasy effected by her brother’s hard cock and probing finger.
‘Uhh! Oh, yeah!’ Al groaned as he hosed his sister’s insides with powerful spurts of sticky cream. It was one of the most intense sexual experiences he’d ever had!
As their passion waned, the two siblings sank to their knees on the floor of the shower, warm water pelting them. They clung to each other until their strength returned.
‘God, Al, that was incredible!’ Ronni sister breathed as his cock slipped from her and his finger left her. ‘You remembered how much I love that, didn’t you?’
‘I sure did,’ Al replied. ‘You should have seen the way you came! Boy!’
Ronni turned and kissed him passionately. ‘God, you made me feel so wonderful! I…I’ve never felt anything as good!’ she exclaimed. ‘You are quite a stud, little brother!’
Al grinned at his sister. ‘Are you sure it’s ‘little’ brother?’ he asked.
‘You know what I mean,’ Ronni said and kissed him again. ‘Come on, let’s get out of the shower, dry off, and go back to your bedroom, we still have at least a couple of hours before Mom and Dad get home. And I’m not sure we’ll get time alone again.’
-3-
Ronni had already left the bathroom by the time Al finished. He walked into his room and found her, still in her bathrobe, lying on his bed. He sat down on the bed and began to caress his sister’s arm through her robe.
Ronni shifted position, moving closer to him. ‘Oh, Al,’ she whispered, ‘you’re the only one who can really satisfy me, do you know that?’ Even though she’d had a delicious orgasm moments before in the shower, she wanted him again. She found herself thinking about how it felt to have his big, hard cock spewing hot juices into her and got a funny feeling in her stomach.
‘You always satisfy me, too,’ her brother replied, ‘Making love with you is better than it is with anyone else.’ He slid his hand into the neck of the robe.
‘Oh, Al! Do you have any idea how good that feels?’ Ronni crooned, her voice low. His touch always made her feel so wild, like nobody else could. He was so gentle, so careful, so concerned about her and what she needed!
‘I think I do,’ Al told her. ‘Don’t move.’ He got off the bed, shed his bathrobe, then he got back in bed, lying so his naked body was pressed, spoon-fashion, against his sister’s. His hand
again stole inside her robe, found her breast, and moved to an already-erect nipple.
‘Oh, Al!’ Ronni moaned. She wriggled her wonderfully formed bottom against him. ‘You do know how to make me feel wonderful, don’t you?’ It felt so wonderful to have his hard cock, pressing between her buttocks!
As Al fondled his sister’s breasts, he could feel her responding more and more ardently. His cock, once again feeling hard as steel, pressed harder and harder against her buttocks as she wriggled her butt against him. He managed to get Ronni’s robe off and his nakedness came in contact with hers.
When she felt her brother’s naked penis stabbing between her buttocks, Ronni murmured with delight. ‘Oh, Al!’ She continued to rock her hips, making her bottom move seductively. ‘That feels so Goddamn wonderful!’
‘Glad you like it,’ Al said. He slid his hand over her body and between her legs.
Ronni gasped. ‘Oh, God, yes, Al! I love the way you touch me,’ she purred. ‘You’re so gentle!’ She gasped again when his hand probed between her legs and found her clit. ‘Al! My God!’ she groaned. Her body began moving insistently as her brother’s fingers began to stroke her swollen, nerve-filled clit. ‘Oh! Ohh!’
His sister’s frenetic movements did wild things to Al’s cock, which remained delightfully entrapped by her firm buttocks. What they were doing might not be fucking, but it was damn exciting just the same! Al was pretty sure if they kept it up for long, he’d come that way and, actually, he wouldn’t have minded if he did. From the way Ronni’s body was moving, it was clear
to him that he was really turning her on! Then he knew for sure.
‘Al! Oh, God! Oh, God!’ Ronni’s body went wild. ‘You’re making me come! Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m cuming! Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!’
Ronni’s wildly quivering body did wonderful things to Al’s trapped cock, but he managed, somehow, not to come. He continued caressing his sister until her wild movements calmed, then he held her tight against him, his cock still lodged between her buttocks.
‘God, Al, did I ever need that!’ Ronni murmured, putting her hand on Al’s, which was cupping her breast. ‘You’re always so good for me.’ She tightened her buttocks around his cock. ‘What are we going to do about that?’
‘I thought maybe you might have an idea,’ Al said and squeezed her breast gently.
‘Well…’ Ronni said. She laid one leg back over Al’s, reached between her legs, and gripped his cock. ‘Let’s see what we can do…’ She guided his swollen organ to her sopping quim.
Al thrust forward and groaned with delight as his distended wand burrowed into his sister’s quavering grotto. Heat and thrills swept through him.
‘Yes! Oh, Yes!’ Ronni pur
red, pressing back against him. Pleasure began to ripple through her when her brother’s cock began plunging into her over and over.
Al thrust into her forcefully. One thing he liked about this position was that it let him do things with his hands. He squeezed his sister’s breast, and his fingers toyed with the nipple.
‘Take me! Oh, God, Al, take me!’ Ronni groaned. Her body shook under her
brother’s delightful assault. She felt his hand cover her pussy, then he began rubbing his thumb over her clit. ‘Al! Oh, God, Al! Yes, do it! Yes!’
‘Oh, God, Ronni, I’m gonna come! Oh, God! This feels too good, I’m gonna come!’ Al cried, feeling the launch of his orgasm. ‘Ahh! Ronni! Ahh! Ahh!’ Powerful jets of his warm juices erupted into her.
‘God! Al! Yes! Take me! Oh, God! Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!’ Ronni cried as uncontrollable ecstasy roared through her.
‘Do you have any idea how much I needed that?’ Ronni crooned afterward, hugging Al against her. ‘God, you always make me feel so good!’ She kissed him tenderly.
‘I’m glad,’ Al said.
She patted his bare hip. ‘Much as I’d like to spend the rest of the day in bed with you, that’s something we can’t do, is it?’ Ronni said. ‘Mom and Dad are going to be home soon.’ She kissed him, then got out of bed. ‘Are you going to come visit Ken and me this fall?’ she asked. She grinned. ‘Noah’s starting in a pre-school in September.’
‘September, huh?’ Al said, smiling. ‘I think, maybe, I might be able to work something out.’
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Chapter 8: High School Class Reunion Hank Silvers grew up on Pleasant Street and attended the local high school. He was kind of a nerd in high school and didn’t have a lot of success with girls in those years. He moved away a long time ago and has become very successful since. I hear he’s coming back this year for his class reunion at the local high school. Rumor is that his wife isn’t coming with him, either. Rosalie Timmons still lives on Pleasant Street. Back in high school Hank had a...
A pleasant surprise After a short period living in Boston, Victor and I moved again to Atlanta, a place where a hard big black cock could be found easily around the street corner.My dear husband was still flying abroad every week, leaving me home alone for several days … and not only alone but horny also.I started working for a lawyer firm downtown. One of my coworkers was a black young man called Aaron, he was newly married to a white pretty girl; so, I supposed he was enticed to white women.I...
Chapter 15 - Pleasant Dreams On my way to Kimberly and Christie's condo, I drove under the speed limit so as not to attract attention from state troopers. But I was greeted by light-blinking and horn-honking from several 18-wheeler jockies. You'd think these assholes would be watching where they're going instead of trying to look up women's (and cross dressers') dresses. My blouse was revealing some cleavage and my skirt was showing my garters holding up my red fishnet stockings, so...
The next couple of innings passed in a pleasant glow. Jenny was still a bit tipsy, but she was happy, comfortable with herself (finally), and very into both the game and me. And of course, the little bitch couldn't resist continually asking me how my nuts were. I just smiled and said they were fine. Payback's a bitch, and especially so if it's a surprise! At the start of the ninth, when the eager-to-be-firsters started streaming for the exits, I led Jenny up the steps one last time, to...
Then early last summer there was some activity. Trucks going up and down the street. But I never saw anyone. I didn't think much of it until school started. I was now a junior in high school. My name is Devon, most call me Dev. I'm about the most average kid in our school. 5-8, skinny, brown hair, brown eyes. I just blend into the scenery. I didn't have trouble with anyone; I had enough friends. I was hopeless with girls. Maybe because I didn't play sports, or maybe I was just...
The man across the street.... As long as I can remember people had remarked how with my pretty face, slight build and general demeanor I should have been a girl. After my parents had died in a car accident, I now lived with my glamorous young aunt Charlotte who was a business woman who owned a chain of upscale fashion boutiques. Now, being a hormonal 16 year old adolescent, I was fascinated by her totally glamorous and sexualized way of dressing. Always wearing the highest of heels...
Look, I know I should've looked in the rearview mirror, okay?I know.I mean, I know now.I should've looked in the rearview mirror, or twisted to look out the back window, or hell, I guess I could've washed my car so the goddamn backup camera wasn't covered in dirt.There's a lot of things I should've done. There were a lot of things I could've done. The fact of the matter, my friend, is that I did not do those fucking things, and I ran over the crazy old lady who lived down the street.Well, okay,...
So it is a nice warm summer night. The k**s are all outside playing in the street and I have my garage open and I am working on my bike. Just a check over and a very good cleaning. I was planning on heading out tomorrow for a ride just to get away for the day. The night was cooling off finally and I pulled out a lawn chair and popped a beer. I was just sitting on my drive when one of the neighbors came over to say hi. I offered Dave a beer as I found out his name.he grabbed another chair and he...
"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE."--Rod Serling *** The Mean Street ... A TWILIGHT ZONE story By Anon Allsop Marlene was a young girl that had made poor decisions all throughout her life, decisions that for one reason or another would haunt her until the day she would die. A day to be determined on the mean...
Bob Casey is an expert skier. He wished that he had the talent to make the United States Olympic ski team. He was in awe of the skiers that did, both men and women. Three winters ago, he was at the bottom of the nine turns that start the "Nose Dive" at Stowe, Vermont, with Billy Woods. Billy hollered to him above the shrieking of the wind, "There she is, whoa!" A woman in full tuck, clad in the red, white, and blue of the American ski team flashed by, down the fifty-eight percent grade, at...
This happened in the summer of 2010. I'm just a normal guy with a good job and I have never ever just straight up picked a girl up off the streets. When I go to work I have to drive through the South side of Richmond Virginia every day and I see them d**g up crack hookers working the street trying to find some d**g money, 80% of them I wouldn't even want to talk to or touch with a 1000 feet poll. Occasionally...I may see one where I'm like well dam what is she doing out here? But even then...
Weak sepia sunlight warmed the wooden draining board, tiny feet kicked excitedly at the prospect of auntie Katie’s arrival. Seated on his precipitous perch, the little boy could barely contain himself, his baby eyes seen only the chink of light as Katy appeared at the door with his mother ‘ma wee soul, come tae Katy ma wee lamb, it’s yir birthday darlin’ come an’ see whit ah’ve goat fur ye ‘ Katy pulled his little body into her fur coat and swirled him dizzy in her bosom. She grinned her...
He saw her wandering down the most famous street of debauchery and sin. Despite the immense crowd of drunken fools, he easily picked her out, sliding easily through the crowd as if it were the Red Sea parting in front of her. Many of the other men in the crowd saw her too. It was hard not to stare- a petite brunette, long hair to her waist, with a tight body emphasized by the tighter jeans hiding her long legs, topped off with spiked heels. Even in her high heels, she moved with a grace that...
What a fucking tease! That fourteen-year-old little tease loves to strut her stuff for me. Today Amanda was wearing a bra that made her big tits stick straight out in that tight short white sweater. The sweater was form fitting around each of her breasts enhancing them nicely. Her ultra low raise blue jean mini skirt showed a whole lot of skin below her bellybutton. I swear that it was low enough to show pubic hair if she hadn’t shaved it. Plus that micro mini skirt just barely covered her...
Anita and some workers across the street That Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day… But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up… I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs. Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly...
Never take a shortcut you aren’t’ familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. ‘Don’t go down dark alleys.’ ‘Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something’ Well this time I didn’t listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day....
My name is John Doe and I am in my third year in college. Every year my parents go on a vacation for a month and I come back to house sit. That way I can mow the lawn and take care of the pool. I also help my old coach teach soccer. I love the game and it keeps me in shape. My parent’s house is in a dead-end street and the field is at the end of the street. Just cross a couple of trees, jump the creek, over the fence and you’re there. So it’s much closer than my apartment. I help Monday,...
"You say you want to," came the brusque voice over the phone, "but you don't, not really. I can hear it. I know your type, you're too frightened." I nearly panicked. "No, no, please, I need you to teach me, please. Please I want to..." "You want to what?" she sneered after my pause. "You can't even say it, never mind do it." I heard her scoffing laugh through my cell phone and felt the sting as if she were right there. "I don't have time for this bullshit, Sonia." "No, really, I mean it, I...
ReluctanceAnita and some workers across the streetThat Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day... But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up…I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs.Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly in...
Never take a shortcut you aren't' familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. 'Don't go down dark alleys.' 'Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something'Well this time I didn't listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day. When...
The House on Sackett Street A love Story By Elizabeth Jane McDonald PROLOGUE The long hell was finally over and the government men left the house. I was alone at last in my new home. Alone, at last, with my new identity, my new name, my new past, and my new future. I was happy... and sad. I walked around the house for a while. It was filled with nice furniture, nice linens, and nice pictures on the wall. The living room was complete with a couch, two nice overstuffed...
THE MADAM ON FLETCHER STREET by Mistress Tressa The madam had just turned sixty five years old, but for her there would be no social security. Madam Lorraine had a scant employment history, for the past forty years she had operated a high class bordello on Fletcher St.Nestled in an older and affluent neighborhood, the two story house was one of the city’s best kept secrets. It catered to the wealthy and prominent, elected officials were amongst the most frequent clientele. It had never raided...
The first house I bought was across from a student home. My study room was right in front of the student home. I would spend some of my evenings and nights in my study room gaming or working at my computer. In the room right in front of mine lived a beautiful young lady with dark hair and about 1.75 meters tall. That would be around 5 foot 9. I had already noticed her several times walking by. We had exchanged some smiles. I also could look very well into her room, especially when it would be...
VoyeurI was younger then. Much younger.But I was even then hooked on bondage. I remember the exact moment when I became interested in SB. I was sitting in a small adult theatre in Copenhagen and was watching a succession of BDSM films. Back then it was 8mm (non digital) and usually the theatre owner strung them together on one large reel so he didn't have to change reels more than every twenty minutes. As a woman it was fairly unusual to sit in an adult theatre with a load of groaning men huddled...
"And I want every speck of dirt off that window. Do you hear me, Isidor? Every speck." "Yes dear." Isidor Rosenberg stood at his 17th floor kitchen window. It was 90° with no breeze, and the apartment was as hot inside as it was outside. Isidor breathed heavily as he smeared Windex ® around the windowpane. His wife, Dara, had been harping at him to clean the windows all day. 90° or not. Those windows will be cleaned. Isidor stopped and stared out the window. He could see a bit of the Manhattan...
MasturbationThis is a record of a fantasy, not an attempt to describe a real life dungeon, about which I know almost nothing. Also, the story is heavily influenced by classic French erotica and so does not dwell on the main character's inner thoughts and feelings. It may not be for everyone. THE BEGINNING He looked around his spacious, sparely furnished, perfect office. One of the perfect things was the large picture window...
He swung the car around violently on the deserted road and drove back to check what his headlights had lit up. It was late, very late, and he’d been drinking – but nevertheless he was certain his eyes had not deceived him.He pulled up by the kerb where the bundle of rags had suddenly moved as he drove past. It was raining heavily now and as he searched for some sign, he was getting thoroughly drenched.A slight movement made him turn quickly. And then he saw the eyes. Two large bright eyes...
I was again on all fours onto my marital bed; my wet cunt being pumped for the third time by Twister, the nice Great Dane across the street.My girlfriend Helena had caught me fucking that sweet dog and she had left.But then I heard other footsteps climbing the stairs to my bedroom. This time it was not Helena; but those spoiled teen agers across the street.Luke and Matt were the real owners of that nice Great Dane, although their slut mother had trained him to fuck desperate housewives around...
Streetcar By Emily Carlisle It was a beautiful, lazy summer's afternoon; I guess that's why I had dozed off. Fortunately, I woke up just in time for my stop. I stepped off the streetcar... Streetcar? ...and started across the street, being careful to look both ways before crossing. I suddenly realized just what I was doing, and stopped dead. I was way beyond confused, and coming up fast onto a real panic. There hasn't been a streetcar through here since at least 1966; I...