Solace Rosanna
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2003: “Leander, What the hell are you doing?” Casey shrieked in horror. She had stopped to check on Leander’s progress with the decorating. She thought it would be safe enough to leave him with the simple task of artfully draping blue streamers around the guardrail of the roof garden. She should have been more vigilant. How had he sneaked the hugest bag of cotton-balls she had ever seen passed her?
In the ensuing weeks since they had decided to have the party, they had learned that they definitely had divergent tastes in terms of decorating. Leander wanted drama and glamour while Casey wanted casual and simple. Casey had thought they had reached a happy medium. But she now watched in disbelief, her mouth agape, while the man carelessly tossed cotton-balls on chairs, tables, the floor and on every available surface.
“I’m creating atmosphere, Case!” Leander said innocently, continuing to toss handfuls of the puffy, white globes.
“Of what–an emergency room?” Casey returned sarcastically.
“No, silly. The cotton-balls are supposed to represent snowflakes. They were the closest things I could find. They’ll give people the illusion that it’s cooler. Have some imagination.”
“And when did we discuss an impending snowstorm, Leander?” Casey asked, arms on her hips.
“Well, we didn’t—“he began.
“Exactly. Now pick up those damned balls! They’re gonna get all trampled on and stick to peoples’ feet and sandals. Can’t I trust you with anything?” Casey sighed in exasperation.
“I will not! We’re supposed to be working on this shin-dig together, Missy, and so far, all you’ve let me do is nod my head in agreement with your suggestions.” Leander said huffily.
“That is because my suggestions have been the best ones.”
“Says you!” Leander bellowed. “I don’t even know why I’m helping you with this. You obviously want to do it all yourself. You’re such a control hag.”
“Listen, Leander. This is my scheme and we’ll do things my way—this time. When you want me to help you lure someone in, we’ll do things your way. Okay?” She dropped the tablecloth and advanced on him menacingly, her fingers outstretched in tickle mode. Seeing what Casey had in mind, Leander ripped the bag open even wider and whirled around, the cotton-balls swirling out, flying and falling in every direction.
“Leander!” Casey screamed. She reached out and began to tickle him. He squealed and doubled over under her merciless onslaught. He was hopelessly ticklish and Casey used this to her advantage. She wondered if Rosanna was still ticklish. This thought caused her to think about tickling Rosanna and having it lead to other more sensuous activities. She stopped abruptly.
“Listen, Leander, if anyone has an accident because of your strewn balls, you are going to pay their medical bills,” Casey said, retrieving the tablecloth and spreading it over a long table they had rented for the occasion. “They’re going to be cool enough because it’ll be evening. They won’t need any illusions.”
Through gasps of breath Leander said, “Please! I think my balls are a nice touch.” They looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with mischief, and broke into hysterical laughter.
“All right, but you’ve been warned.” Casey said, returning to her bare tables. The morning’s heat gave a hint of the sultry day to come and Casey decided not to press the issue. She had more important things to ponder—such as her choice of outfit, hair and makeup. All Leander would do was throw on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. Where was the thought process in that?
Leander dumped the now empty cotton-ball bag into a large trash bin. He sauntered over to Casey, brushing stray cotton-balls from his curls, and began helping her with covering the remaining tables.
“Did you get the band?” he asked casually.
“Yes, I did. They came highly recommended,” Casey said without looking up.
“Really? By whom?” Leander asked suspiciously.
“By Sedilla,” Casey muttered.
“Sedilla? Have you gone nuts? Sedilla doesn’t know the first thing about good music. She thinks elevator music is cool. What possessed you to ask her?” Leander shrieked. He groaned and flung a hand over his eyes.
“Well, we were talking and she said she’d gone to this cool concert given by this band, who handed out cards. She told them about the party and they gave her a reasonable price—“ Casey did not get a chance to finish.
Leander dropped his end of the tablecloth. “I bet that’s all you heard—reasonable. I can’t believe you entrusted a party so important to that nut! Okay. You are nuts!”
“Come on, Leander. Have a little faith. Sedilla’s taste in music isn’t that bad. She just tends to go towards the schmaltzy stuff. Besides we do want them to be a bit on the romantic side. I am trying to catch Ross. Remember?” She decided not to mention that the group’s name was Light 106, which was a play on an easy-listening station.
“The woman is tone-deaf and you entrust her with providing the music. Well, all I can say is you better start praying to whatever deity you believe in because I’m sure we’re going to need some divine intervention.”
“She is not tone deaf, Leander. She can’t be, she sings in a chorus.” Casey countered.
“And has she ever invited you to a performance, Casey?
“Well…no, but—“
“I rest my case—so to speak.” Leander picked up his end of the tablecloth snapped it, wrenching it from Casey’s hands. They might as well have been a comedy act and it was only by sheer willpower that they were able to complete the final preparations for the evening.
Casey dabbed Jasmine oil behind her ears, on her wrists and between her cleavage. She stepped back surveying herself in the full-length mirror affixed to the closet door. She smiled at her reflection. Rosanna would have to be unconscious not to respond to what Casey considered a pretty sexy package. Her outfit consisted of a strapless powder-blue sundress, high-heeled sandals, which she hoped she’d could dance in, if not, she would kick them off). She had piled her thick auburn hair up in an elegant bun with combs, leaving loose strands framing her face. She thought this style might serve two purposes: to look great and to keep her cool. She applied light makeup as she knew she would be lucky if it lasted for half the evening. Casey wanted to dazzle her Rosanna as the object of her lust came through the entrance to the roof garden. Merely thinking of Rosanna caused her to want to throw herself on to her bed and indulge in one of her favorite activities with her little buddy. There was, however, no time for that. With a little luck, and some heavy flirting, the delectable Ms. Romero would be hers for the taking. She grinned wickedly at the thought of seeing Rosanna in summer attire. She bounced up and ran to her kitchen to retrieve a bottled water.
Casey’s intermittent e-mails and phone calls over the past months had paid off. Rosanna had finally relented and decided to attend the B-party, as she and Leander had dubbed it. Casey’s initial attempts to lure Rosanna to her apartment were met with terse responses and adamant refusals. Casey was nothing if not persistent. She promised, pleaded and played on their high school friendship. The last tactic had turned out to be the best one. They reminisced about old teachers, students and escapades and realized why they had been such good friends in the first place.
Although Leander had warned Casey several times about inviting Solace to the party, she could not resist the evil streak that ran through her. She knew it was wrong to involve Solace but she thought it would definitely add a bit of spice to the evening’s proceedings. Always one to leap first and then look, she did not thi
nk of the consequences of the two women meeting for she did not know the extent of their relationship. Leander had simply told her that Rosanna had called Solace’s name as she dropped off to sleep–or something like that. Leander was such a drama hound, though. They were probably nothing more than good friends. The fact that she had not mentioned the presence of either woman to the other did not weigh heavily on Casey’s conscience at all.
Leander vigorously shook first one then the next four containers. He grinned as he thought of the contents in the lovely decanters. His great grandmother’s recipe would certainly liven up the party. He hadn’t made it in a while so he was careful to follow the directions to the letter as he wanted it to have a kick but not deliver a blow that would render the unsuspecting individual unconscious. He was, however, aware of the drink’s addictive nature. He would make a sign, warning party-goers of the potency of the potable and he and Casey would have to make sure no one who had the drink would be driving home. All that would be taken care of once he got dressed. He planned to wear his new khaki walking shorts, a blue tank top and sandals. He had been working out and wanted to show off what muscle definition he was developing. He sighed as he posed and flexed in the mirror. At least Casey had agreed upon the blue theme. He suddenly grimaced when he thought about the music. Good grief, they’d be fortunate if Sedilla’s group played even one decent dance tune. He should have insisted that Casey let him pick the band. Leander sighed in resignation. He stopped suddenly, trying to remember if he had told Casey about his special brew. Oh well, no matter. It would be a crowd-pleaser for sure anyway.
L. D. growled as she donned the navy blue slacks and matching sleeveless shirt. Navy blue was at least close to her beloved black. She was also trying out a new hairstyle, with a bang falling rakishly over her left eye rather than brushing it all back. Why she was going to this ridiculous blue party she could not fathom, but secretly she hoped that Solace would be there. Only the light at the end of this blue tunnel would make the event worth attending. Casey had casually mentioned that she had invited Solace, but that she was going to get back to her to let her know if she could definitely be there. As L. D. had not wanted to drop her cool façade in front of Casey, she had simply smiled and affected an air of nonchalance upon hearing this news. Inside, however, everything was fluttering and beating wildly.
Since their first heated kiss, they had shared several of similar intensity, but Solace had not allowed L. D. to go further even though the heat and passion between them was incredible. L. D. was aware that she could not continue to rehearse and perform with Solace for too much longer without making love with her. She picked up a black handkerchief and wiped her forehead. She did not wear makeup, so she did not have to worry about smudging it.
L. D. walked over to her answering machine and pressed play to listen to her messages. Matilda wanted to have lunch with her. She would call her later. She thought, with mild interest that she had neglected to tell Matilda about her invitation. Had she merely forgotten? Well, she and Matilda had not had one of their sessions in about a year. They seemed content to simply exchange e-mails and phone calls. That was fine for L. D. She was certain that Matilda had moved on to someone else—someone she could mold into her image of perfection. L. D. was certainly not that person.
Solace ran to unlock the door to her apartment, narrowly missing a cushion as she scrambled back to her bathroom for some last-minute touch ups. All Jessie saw was a blur of blue and white cotton followed by Solace’s wild mane fanning out behind her as her friend dashed into her bedroom.
“Well, at least you’re dressed. That’s something,” Jessie said as she dropped into her favorite cushion. Bizarrey the Cat appeared and jumped onto her lap for their usual petting session. Jessie sighed thinking that she would now have to brush any stray cat fur off her blue slacks. She did, however, stroke the soft little head and received purrs of contentment from the friendly feline.
Solace emerged and twirled in front of Jessie. She wore a white sundress with spaghetti straps and tiny blue flowers. The dressed flared slightly at the waist and looked cool and comfortable. Solace had wrestled her unruly locks into a ponytail and wore blue low-heeled sandals. She decided against wearing any makeup as it was just too warm.
“How do I look, Jess?” she asked breathlessly.
“Great. Are you after someone?” She asked suspiciously. Jessie moved and Bizarrey the Cat scampered from her lap. She stood, brushed her slacks and straightened her blue and white striped tee-shirt. She checked her white clogs for smudges, noticing none and awaited Solace’s reply.
“No, but if the opportunity presents itself, who’s to say? I’ve decided to try to enjoy life again and not wait around for Rosanna to call me. She’s not coming back and I am not going to spend any more time pining over her.” Solace’s stomach tightened at the thought of her lost love, and she made a valiant effort to maintain her composure.
“Okay. Well, let’s go,” announced Jessie. “Do you have all your stuff, Solace? Do we need to look for anything? Please say you have everything together.”
Solace’s mind flashed on Rosanna and her many attempts to organize her life. She picked up a small shoulder-bag, where she had tried to remember to put everything she might need.
“Unbelievably, I think I’m ready? Do you see my cane?”
“What?” Jessie screeched.
“I’m just kidding. Keep your tee-shirt on, which is really nice, by the way My cane’s by the door. Let’s go.”
It was only once they were on the bus that she remembered that she had forgotten to leave extra food for Bizarrey. Now, she would worry all evening. Had she left any food? Oh brother! I’m a horrible mother! She wouldn’t stay too long.
Rosanna boarded the downtown bus on her way to Casey’s place. Her royal blue shorts and white sleeveless shirt showed off her smooth coffee-colored complexion and well-muscled physique to maximum advantage. She garnered quite a few admiring stares from both male and female passengers but was oblivious to all. As she searched for a seat, locating one in the rear, her mind flashed back to the night she had seen Solace kissing the woman in black. She had raced home in a blind rage and punished her body on her exercise machine and her fingers on her piano until she had collapsed exhausted. She had to stop thinking about that fateful night. Her mind betrayed her, however, each time she stepped on a bus. The image of the woman hovering over Solace in such a possessive stance caused her blood to boil and her temples to throb. This was not the attitude she wanted to foster when going to a fun beach party. She huffed and willed the unbidden thoughts to disperse. She calmed her breathing and sat holding the beautifully wrapped bottle of white wine she would give to Casey. She would do her best to enjoy herself this evening. Casey was a character and Rosanna was certain that she and her friend, Leander, would make sure that everyone had a great time.
Upon her grandmother’s return to New York, Rosanna had pounced on her for advice. She had also told her about the unsettling encounter with the homeless woman. Her grandmother had listened patiently and offered these words..
“Rosita, you must go after Solace if she is the one in your heart. She seems to be. That Matilda was an unnecessary distraction and now you have hurt her as well. Why do you want to cast aside those you love? Don’t let your doubts cloud your judgment or your future. Solace won’t wait for you forever, mija. You did a strange thing by letting her go and now you’re miserable. And n
ow you must do all you can to get her back. You won’t be content until you do.” Rosanna had thought, but I don’t want to be hurt again either.
It had taken Rosanna several weeks to gather the courage to face Solace and then she had seen her with that woman. She would have to forget what she had seen and remember that she loved Solace. For now, she would drink and dance and have a good time.
Light 106 arrived two hours early to check out the space and set up their equipment.
“We need to become a part of the space,” mumbled the lead guitarist, who could easily have doubled as a male model, his chiseled features almost feminine in appearance. Casey and Leander looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
Ah chew! The lead vocalist, a pretty African-American woman with dread-locks, admitted to having a bad head cold, which she swore she could “sing through”. “I’b taking bassive doses of zinc, so I should be okay,” she said through an obviously stuffy nose. She grabbed a handkerchief from the breast pocket of the guitarist and blew her nose with a resounding honk. Leander and Casey tried to conceal their giggles.
“Do we get food, too?” asked a large, beefy young man while setting up a drum set.
“Of course,” Casey answered.
“Cool, ‘cause I’m starved. Do we have to wait until after the gig or can we help ourselves now?” He left his preparations and headed for the tables.
Before Casey or Leander could respond, the bass player boomed,
“We have to tune, people. We have to practice.” He then directed his attention to Casey and Leander. Do you have anything you’d like us to play—a special song?”
“Well, we—“ They began but were interrupted by a surprisingly loud belch coming from the drummer. He was in the process of piling a plate high with appetizers.
“Put that plate dowd, Ian.” croaked the singer. “We’ll eat after the gig.”
“But what if there’s nothing left?” whined Ian. His band mates glared at him and he slunk back to his drum set, sitting heavily on a small stool that seemed incapable of holding such a large individual.
Through this exchange, the keyboardist said nothing. He looked to be of Asian extraction with shoulder-length black hair and intense black eyes. Everyone jumped as he sounded a loud chord.
“I’b gonna save by voice till I have to do it for real,” announced the singer. She sat down, put on a pair of headphones and commenced to make sounds possibly only heard by visitors to an aquarium. Casey and Leander stared in horror.
“She’s just vocalizing,” provided the bass player.
“I am going to kill Sedilla.” Casey muttered. Leander simply stared at her and then the members of Light 106. They strummed a few chords, tweaked some knobs and pronounced themselves ready.
Leander disappeared to enhance the punch with his recipe and Casey went to greet their arrivals. She had left instructions to the roof garden at the desk. She could not believe that Solace and her guest would walk up the stairs, but she left those directions as well.
People began trickling in at about five-thirty. To Casey’s pleasure, so far everyone was dressed in some form of the theme color. When L. D. arrived, Casey was shocked to see that she had actually deigned to wear blue and she looked excellent. The new hairstyle was also noted. She pulled the woman close to her for a peck on the lips. L. D. was polite, but extricated herself before Casey could take advantage of the greeting. She headed for the bar, fixed herself a drink and sat in a secluded corner to watch the arriving guests. She sprang to attention as Solace entered—with a lovely African-American woman. Oh Goddess, Solace looked so beautiful. She would have to get over the burst of hot jealousy that was simmering and ask her to dance, but first she would observe. Was it horrible that she did not make herself known to Solace right away—knowing that Solace would not know she was there? She was unsure of the etiquette and sat frozen—her drink forgotten.
The roof garden quickly filled and the band began to play. There seemed to be something not quite right about the music, but L. D. could not put her finger on it. She decided that they were not quite in sync. It was as if they were separate instrumentalists. And where was the singer?
2003: Solace let the phone ring at least four times before she answered it. For two weeks she had picked up the offending instrument on the first ring had been crestfallen each time. It was not that she didn’t have the desire to hear from her family and friends, she simply desperately longed to hear Rosanna’s low, smooth tones. She attributed her physical symptoms of lethargy, insomnia, and lack of appetite to the breakup. She cried more tears than she thought humanly possible, Bizarrey the Cat...
2000: “Aren’t you ready yet, Sol?” called Rosanna impatiently from Solace’s living room. She glanced again at her watch, noting they had less than an hour to get to the rehearsal in time. They would have to take a taxi. Katrina would give them the evil eye. Rosanna could not understand why Solace found it so difficult to get herself together each time. She seemed to be organized only half the time and the other she spent in a hopeless state of confusion. Rosanna huffed in agitation. Suddenly,...
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1998: Solace awakened that Sunday with anticipation. She was to meet Rosanna at Maria’s Market—a new restaurant on 91st street that offered what was billed as ‘healthy’ cuisine. Solace was not particularly health conscious, but she did make an effort to eat something nutritious at least a few times a week. She stood in front of her closet with the gooseneck lamp shining brightly over her shoulder. Gracious, that lamp is hot! I better pick something before I fry here. This was a thought that ran...
1998: Solace and Rosanna traversed the avenues and then made their way uptown. They walked arm in arm, and both smiled inwardly at how comfortable it felt walking with a near-perfect stranger. Solace considered herself to be a carefree person, but this was a bit odd even for her. Rosanna, being the levelheaded pragmatist knew she must be suffering from some form of temporary insanity because of her usual reserved and cautious nature. They kept up a stream of conversation. Actually, Solace found...
1998: Solace moaned so loudly that she woke herself up. Her heart was beating as if she had just completed the New York City Marathon. To her delight, she was still experiencing remnants of the intense orgasm that had been induced by the passionate love-making she and Rosanna Romero had shared. She basked in the euphoric feeling of the contractions of her vaginal muscles. How strange, she thought hazily. I just met her. How could I be dreaming about her already? When she came back to her...
1999: Solace and Rosanna had known each other for a year. In that time they learned a great deal because they spent hours talking, mostly in person as they lived in such close proximity. Solace discovered that Rosanna had a real thing for neatness and order. This subject was the source of several heated discussions and activities. “Sol, why don’t you put your stuff where you’re going to find it. If you would put your cane, your bag, your shoes, your watch, your brush…everything in a special...
Solace was the fourth and final child born to Isolinda and Ace Tynan. To affirm their love, they had decided to give their baby a combination of their names. They were delighted when they realized that they had given her a name that actually meant support and comfort. And the baby Solace had been a comfort to them. They had wanted two boys and two girls and Solace had obligingly been born a girl. The running joke around the Tynan apartment was that Solace would be a comfort to her parents in...
“Bizarrey! Bizarrey!” Solace called as she entered her apartment. “Mommy’s home! Come here, sweetums!” That’s probably why she’s staying away, Solace thought. What self-respecting cat would want to be called ‘sweetums’? She dumped her cane and shoulder-bag at the door and began to search her one-bedroom apartment. She looked in all of Bizarrey’s known hiding places without success—under the bed (which was useless since she would not have been able to see her there anyway), on the window sills,...
First, I would like to thank you, Faithful Reader, for sticking with the story. I would also like to send a special thanks to those who took the time to vote. That really meant a great deal to me. Perhaps I should have posted this work in Romance, as it was probably not as spicy as most would have liked. But I am a novice at this and will think before I post next time. Until then, happy reading and writing to you all! –Alacia I would also like to apologize for the late posting of this part. I...
2003: The day was overcast with the threat of rain, but Rosanna was prepared, as always, with her umbrella tucked in her shoulder-bag as she walked uptown to Matilda’s office. She recalled the times Solace had appeared at several of their meetings looking as if she’d been through a hurricane, hair plastered, soaked and wind-blown, but sexy, nonetheless. Damned sexy. On one such memorable occasion Solace had raced into a rehearsal-late–and dropped her belongings into a nearby chair. She had then...
2003: L. D. Jansen stood on the steps of her apartment house, hands thrust into pockets as she watched the departing taxi glide down the block and turn the corner. She turned abruptly and strode purposefully into the building. Her concentration was such that she did not hear Dodge, the doorman as he bid her a good evening. Jon Dodge found the enigmatic woman extremely attractive, not that he would ever let that little secret out. He watched her lithe, muscled physique as she strolled into the...
2003: Rosanna had only received one phone call from Matilda in the two weeks since her abrupt departure. She called to say that she was fine and would be staying with a friend in upstate New York. She did not offer a name and Rosanna stubbornly did not ask for one. She simply listened, her blood boiling and temples throbbing as Matilda explained that she needed to think about their future. Rosanna offered that perhaps they should discuss their future together, but Matilda had said that she was...
2003: Matilda Harper sat in her office, drumming her impeccably manicured finger nails on the top of her ultra-neat glass-covered desk. She glared at the telephone as if the instrument had offended her in some way. As far as Matilda was concerned, it had because Rosanna had once again rebuffed her dinner invitation, claiming she had important reports to finish. This excuse was beginning to wear thin and Matilda had slammed down the phone in frustration. She knew that Rosanna was still smarting...
2003: ‘I had her in my arms, Lee…in my arms and then she was gone!’ Casey whaled with her head in her hands. ‘You must be losing your touch,’ Leander offered, knowing this would get a response from Casey. As he thought, she looked up, her eyes blazing. ‘Not on your life! It was that damned cell phone call. It spoiled the whole moment.’ Casey sat up, her fingers gripping her knees. ‘I’m going to have her, Lee. She can’t just walk out of my life now.’ ‘You walked out of hers.’ Leander...
Rosanna had walked five blocks before she found herself stopping and slowly turning around to see if Sol was still standing there. Why? Why did she care? She didn’t. She let out a low moan. Solace had already gone. What did it matter? Mattie was expecting her for dinner and she definitely did not want to be late. That was another trait they shared—punctuality. Sol had not known the meaning of the word. Mattie was always ready when she was supposed to be. Never more would Rosanna have to wait by...
Casey grinned evily. Casey grinned evily. The cab pulled up in front of a ten-story red brick private building on a tree-lined street. There were three steps leading up to the entrance. Rosanna sat up and reached for her wallet, but Casey placed a restraining hand on her arm. “I got it,” Casey said as she began counting out the fair. “My tab is growing. Now I’ll really owe you,” Rosanna growled. “Yes, It is, and I love it!” Casey grinned evily. She jumped out of the car, ran around to the...
2003: Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik played relentlessly as Rosanna squirmed out from under Casey and began searching frantically for her cell phone. “Dammit! Where the hell is my briefcase, Casey?” She yelled as she ran from corner to corner. “Calm down, Ross! It’s only the phone,” Casey said languidly, enjoying the spectacle of a very sexy, very naked Ross run around her living room. She did not budge from her spot on the carpeted floor. “No, it’s not just the phone. It’s Matilda!”...
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That summer afternoon I had come home early from my office.I was hoping my wife to come home from work; but I kept waiting for her until six and then I started to feel worry about Anita. No phone calls from her… it was something very strange.I send some messages, but my sweet Ana did not reply…Past seven I finally rang her office and the security guard said that all the staff had left, including my wife. He added that he was sure Ana had left at least four hours ago…I was thinking to whom could...
Hello Friends, this is Shravan from Bangalore. The following new story is completely a fiction and it’s not related to real life. I hope you will like it and please do send your feedbacks to : This fiction story is the continuation of my previous Fiction story with the title ” Mom, A Sleeping Beauty – Part I”, where I have written a fantasy story in which I fuck my sleeping mom .Now enjoy the Continuation … It was the morning after i fucked my mom Nitu, in her deep sleep. I opened my eyes and...
IncestI was not sixteen yet and an orphan. I was more than angry and wanted revenge. The Han military would not accept me because I was to young. I was going to head north anyway when I met Charles Fitzhue. He was a civilian contractor for the Genta military. The dozen men with him built bridges, float bridges and improved roads. This was one of their breaks to rest. I took my father's ten millimeter pistol and an old rifle. The ride north was in a smaller cargo plane and I only had a single duffle...
Hello friends. I m jack, a boy of age 19. This happened in this year summer vacation. I had always had a desire in my mind of having sex with a girl ( who was of my age & also my girlfriend ) ( her name is Nancy ) who was living just above our floor in our apartment. She was very attractive to look with fair colour skin & bluish green colour eyes. I never had the courage to ask her to have sex with me ( one cannot ask directly because it would had embarrassed her & in anger she would have...
So last story mein aap sabne padha ki kaise Anisha bhabhi aur meri baatein shuru hui aur shuru hote hi khatam ho gayi do minute mein. Mujhe laga ki mauka hath se gaya. Shaam ko unka message aaya. AB: Hi! Me: Hi, kaha gayab ho gaye the? AB: Sorry koi aa gaya tha. Me: Achha to batana chahiye tha na. Mujhe laga bura maan gaye. AB: Kis baat ka bura? Me: Apki pic ki tarif jo ki thi uska. AB: Hmmm. Me: Bas hmmmmm? AB: Mujhe pata hai wo tarif aise hi thi. Me: Bilkul bhi nahi. Maine dil se ki thi...
Elaine's Top 5 The culture of sex has changed a lot in my lifetime. Twenty years ago Lush would not have worked. Even if the Web had existed, we wouldn't have had the same degree of openness. Photos and clips that are fun today would have been judged as gross, filthy, immoral, and in some cases illegal. My "Top 5" collection of Elaine experiences is about the transition period from then to now. This collection of anecdotes is based on real occurences, with a liberty taken here and there. My...
VoyeurThe months passed. Joan resisted her sons’ evil attacks only when it was too dangerous, but some dangers were too compelling to resist. The nightmare of that first time she hung in chains had never been repeated, but Robert and Tommy often used her cruelly. Many times, they simple fucked their mostly obedient mother, in whatever hole or holes they wanted at the time. They might even hug and kiss her. Such kindnesses never meant they would not stripe her ass with welts or smash her sensitive...
Ellie and Jordyn neared their college graduations, with their wedding following right behind it. Both of them had jobs lined up to start in July, leaving them a couple of weeks to have a honeymoon. The last tenant had vacated the other half of our duplex at the end of April, so we had it all cleaned up, painted and ready for them to move in at the end of May. Nancy Beth was looking forward to having them right next door to us. Frankly, so was I. Randall’s graduation from high school was just...
A Turnabout Party Chapter 1 You are kidding me? It was Monday. I had just finished cooking dinner and my wife had just walked in the door from work. She set her things down and just said, "You may get your wish." "My wish?" "Yes. Your wish for us to go out with you looking like a woman." You see I'm a work at home husband, doing on-line editing of technical books, papers, and the like. My wife is a high end professional woman. I...
Mom's Surprise edited by Cantankerous Cal (11/22/01)***How an accidental encounter led to a fulfilling night of sex with mum, including oral and anal sex. It was late autumn and despite football practice being well underway I was home early as coach had cancelled team practice to concentrate on the forward play.As I came down the drive I saw that mom's car was not there so she was obviously out somewhere. The house was quiet, as I grabbed a glass of juice in the kitchen and headed upstairs to...
Dosto , I am Rohit 35 male from Jammu, slim & strong a football player and this is my first story, i am a fan of this site, and today i have decided to share my real experience. My e.mail address , last year my wife and kids decided to celebrate holi in their maternal place. So, i was left alone in my house for three days. Holi se ek din pehle mere friend sonu ne mujhe kaha ke tum akele ho aur yahan kya karoge chalo apne gaon me chal kar holi manate hain. Main ekdum se tyar ho gya aur usi din...
Becky said, "That sounds like a pretty easy password. What if somebody figures it out?" "It's not like it's going to be there forever," I told her. "I'm planning on having all the permission slips by day after tomorrow and then I'll take out the password." "But then anybody will be able to get into and change whatever they want to." "Beck, it doesn't work that way. There are different levels of protection. This one is so nobody sees it until your parents say it's OK. My...
ntroductionMy name is Will Chapman. I’m a 19-year-old college student, 5’8” and 160 lbs with short brown hair and dark brown eyes. I have always had trouble with girls my own age. It wasn’t that I was not good looking; it was because, despite being 19, I looked like I was 14. Whenever I went out with my friends, people we would meet often asked if I was someone’s little brother. Girls would always say that I was “cute” which would drive me absolutely insane. Needless to say I had trouble...
I was very shy 20 year old when I was in my junior year of college. I still lived at home in my mom's basement to save money. I didn't have the highest self esteem at the time. The girl I lost my virginity to confessed she only had sex with me to steal my cherry. I had become obsessed with online porn. Everything was arousing to me, especially gay porn. I chatted with several guys online ...Exchanging nude pics, cam to cam, and roleplay. I usually sat nude on a towel masturbating while...
To be honest, I was feeling pretty fed up that Wednesday afternoon. I had twisted my ankle the day before, and although it wasn’t that serious, it meant that I wasn’t able to go on the usual cross-country run with the rest of the sixth form. I liked cross-country. Although I wasn’t much of a long-distance runner, the chance to get off the school premises for an afternoon made it good for a laugh, especially as my best friend Helen and I usually managed to have a bit of a chat on the way round....
Occupations[Read Chapters 1, 2 & 3 before proceeding] Chapter 1: sexstories.com/story/104332/ (4100 words) Chapter 2: sexstories.com/story/104363/ (1650 words) Chapter 3: sexstories.com/story/104365/ (2300 words) Chapter 4 is 3500 words I slept in the next morning, the norm for Sundays. I felt renewed somehow, my being rejuvenated and fresh. Visions of the night before starting playing back in my mind. I bit my lower lips and smiled. The achy feeling in my vagina reminded me of how far I had...
And while Jeff Waters was learning to get along with his new playmates and his best friend Matt Mendez was getting first degree burns on his neck from the stomach acid in his vomit, Lisa Wong was enduring a tribulation of her own. She, along with fifty-nine other members of the special forces training class, were eight kilometers outside the safety of the base, in the wastelands, all of them dressed in full biosuits, their M-24s slung over their shoulders, and all of them lugging large...
CIA Agent Simeon Mena, Wednesday August 16, 2006 I met Alian in front of the sex lounge immediately after the lunch bell rang. We had started dating over the past few weeks, and met every day for sex. We found a bed and I lay down on it and opened my legs as Alian fished a bottle of lube out of his backpack. I gasped as he worked the cold lube into my asshole. He squirted some more lube onto his cock and mounted me. Alian mounted me and took my penis in his hand. He began stroking it as he...
Until quite recently, when I related it to someone else on this site, I'd never ever told anyone about this experience, that I had many years ago, so it's a bit of a first. I was probably about fifteen or sixteen, at the time, but I'm pretty sure I was still at school when it happened. I was going out with a girl called Carol (not Barry's sister who I'd mentioned in another of my reminisces) who was about the same age as me if not a little younger but quite advanced sexually for her age and was...
After 1 month of the bed rest doctor prescribed and a little bit of physiotherapy, I was back on track. I went for my usual jogging in the early morning. It was a daily routine for me. Well, jogging always helped clear my mind. It helped gain some energetic days over the past years. There was also a compelling factor that my jogging partner was a beautiful young woman. Anjana is known in the neighborhood as the sexy girl. She was 24, unmarried fair and black hair. She is one of the sexiest...
Somewhere, driving down the autobahn, after a week away for work. Looking forward to a relaxing and lazy weekend at home. Already getting late and dark, just 200km more to go. Traffic, for a Friday evening, actually pretty good. Might be, that I am driving after the worst rush. The yellow light at the dashboard start to shine, and I have to look for the next gas station. A small break might be good too, been sitting for way to long. And a coffee, getting sort of tired from driving. Driving up...
After breakfast, while Dave and Jill readied the RV for departure, Peter setup his pup tent next to the trailer and stored his gear in the 4WD. Jill gave Peter a big kiss and hug and again thanked him for letting her go away with Dave. "Just make sure you have a good time. I really want you to enjoy yourself, especially during the night" Peter reminded her as he squeezed her hard against him. "I'll remember the slogan 'make love not war!' Is that OK? Jill said with a smile, as she...
My husband has always been sexually aggressive and far more advanced than I, especially when it comes to the amount of sexual partners and types of sexual encounters. He must have had sexually advanced girls in his high school, because he’d had group sex more than once and took part in several trains before graduation. After high school, he proceeded to run through a long list of women. Of these, a few led to actual relationships, most were casual sex partners, many just one night stands, a...
A life changed forever Judith sang loud while the wolf licked its wounds Helpless to stop it His essence suffered her end Take the plunge You’ve lived a lie The choice was made in an instant And lovers were reunited in eternity and a day As the industrial metal throbbed and reverberated throughout the vast space, Missy danced in the ring of her friends, lost within the music. She hadn’t wanted to come out to the club without her Master, but he’d insisted when they’d spoken on the...
Well I guess your right Rick, having sex with a kid whose penis has fully grown isn’t really losing my virginity. Well then the next time I had sex was 2 years later. . . It was my senior year in high school, there was about a month left of school and I was the queen of the school. I was the captain of cheerleading squad. I was adored by the boys, and every girl wanted to be me. I was living the high life, I was invited to every party and with out me at a party the party was dull. I...
I finished my sophomore year at college and was waiting for my parents to pick me up and take me home for the summer. This is when the most horrible time of my life happened. Both my parents were killed in a major accident involving six cars and a semi rig. A couple others were also killed. It took hours for the police to identify my parents, try and contact the next of kin, and finally reach me by telephone. As I think about it, while it was a terrible time for me, they actually did a good job...
She knew what she was doing was wrong but the lust of wanting Bob had taken over all her common sense. Sally was now 46years old and had been married since she was 21years old. She had three c***dren and her husband was the love of her life. However since she had met Bob while she was working part time in her local pub she had become completely infatuated by him. He was the complete opposite to her husband. He was 57years old so 11 years older than her! Her husband had a good job whereas e...
Suddenly her body rippled with lust and Ruchi clenched my shoulders and moaned erotically while lurching her bottom and tried to grab me between her arms and thighs “fuck me…hmmm….please” Ruchi was desperately waiting for me to fuck her properly with inward strokes and very next moment I started doing that,“Ahhhhh….” I gasped madly as my Penis moved in and out of her wet fuckhole; I screwed her fuckhole with deep and long stroke and my pleasure was incredible and I did not wanted to stop now....
The reason the bigwigs had not made me permanent Director of Research and Development became clear two days after my forced talk with Sherrie. I was offered my choice of that job or a position as Deputy Assistant Director of Western Operations with our parent corporation. That office was headquartered in Denver, but I'd be away as much as three months out of every year, traveling to every place between the Mississippi River and the Pacific Ocean where we had a factory or office. I took their...
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