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I knew I should have checked the long range weather before I left the
airport. I had been airborne for several hours and the weather was rapidly
getting foul. November weather can be very tricky in this area and can change
quickly...warm one hour and cold the next. It was snowing heavily now, I was
hitting strong, gusty headwinds, and I wasn't exactly sure I knew where I
was. I estimated I had about an hour's worth of fuel left in my single engine
Cessna 172. Unable to make radio contact with anybody, I really felt alone in
this unfamiliar white world. For the first time, I felt a strange sense of
fear...perhaps panic, a feeling of confusion. Was this my end? My mind was
racing.so many things left to do.so many things I've accomplished. Regaining
my composure, my thoughts returned to trying to find a place to
land...anyplace. Survival, yes....But all I could see were trees and white
snow....fresh snow. I was in trouble. Real trouble. I didn't have any cold
weather survival gear...not even winter clothes. It was to be a routine
flight. Oh why didn't I check the weather reports...too late now.

The engine was running fine, but I sensed the wings were starting to ice
up....I could feel the sluggish response to the controls and I was losing
lift. My altimeter was slowly dropping. White...blinding white...everywhere.
Before I realized, and helpless to respond, my landing gear was grazing the
treetops. I quickly killed the engine, pulled back on the yoke...trying to
get the nose up...and opened the door as I had been taught to do in an
emergency landing. Too late, the wheels snagged the trees, the plane nosed
down, tumbled, and started to break up in the trees as the momentum
decreased. I fell out of the open door, still belted in my seat which had
torn loose, falling to the snow covered ground. I don't know how far it was,
but I blacked out as the plane burst into flames from the ruptured fuel tanks
emptying their contents on the hot engine..



I woke up in bed, in a warm room...a cabin...a log cabin. I quickly became
aware of the fact that I was nude and wrapped with a heavy wool blanket.
Looking around I noticed a massive field-stone fireplace, built into the wall
of a rustic yet well furnished room, was throwing comfortable heat
throughout. Gas mantle lamps were glowing a white incandescent light from
several ceiling fixtures, giving a soft, even illumination in contrast to the
orange flames in fireplace. It was like a dream cabin in the woods as I had
seen in sales brochures for log cabins. I could hear the wind howling outside
this cozy environment. As my eyes focused more clearly, I saw a large burly
man, attired in a red and black checkered shirt and bib overalls, standing at
a white enameled sink across the room in what appeared to be the kitchen
area.

"Where am I?" I muttered, still feeling groggy.

"So, you're awake...you took quite a fall...been out for a long time," he
replied, turning towards me.

"How long?"

"Oh, 'bout a day and a half. What happened, anyway? Why were you out in this
weather?"

"I was flying from Idaho, heading for Billings...ran into bad weather. Wings
iced up...went down. That's all I remember."

"Lucky for you I saw the fire. I went out to investigate when I heard a plane
buzz over, flying low. I wondered what nut would be flying in this stuff.
Luckily I found you in the snow. You seem to be OK, but your plane is ashes.
Your clothes were all torn and you were cold and soaking wet, so I stripped
you and wrapped you in that blanket. Couldn't very well leave you like that.
"

"I guess I owe you...you saved my life. Thank you," I said, my head throbbing
from a lump.

I was feeling better, but very hungry and thirsty. I slowly sat up in the
bunk. Before I could ask, my host approached with a bowl of hot stew and a
mug of coffee. He helped me sit up, propping a pillow behind me. He was a
big man, a giant, but very gentle. I took the coffee and nearly drained the
cup, stopping for a breath.

"My name is Jack Clark....where are we?" I asked.

"Hi Jack...I'm Ben Davis. This is my ranch, and we're in Montana...a couple
hundred miles west of Billings. "

He seemed friendly and grateful for someone to talk to. I was grateful just
to be alive.

"We're socked in here for a while cuz of a blizzard. I still cant believe
anybody would fly in this stuff. The last thing I expected to hear above this
wind was the sound of an airplane!"

"Yeah well, nobody in their right mind 'would fly in this stuff', but I
didn't check the weather before I took off, like a damn fool, and got caught
and it nearly killed me. So, how long do you think we'll be stranded?"

"Oh, could be over a month, . Everything's blocked with drifts. I've been
snowed in all winter before. Depends on the weather," Ben replied rather
matter of factly. The weather was routine for him but the unexpected visitor
was not.

"Hope you don't mind having a guest for a while, Ben. Anything I can do to
earn my keep?"

"Aw, it's nice to have some company, for a change. We'll find things to do."

"Do you have a telephone or anything? Maybe I should notify somebody."

By now I had finished the hot, spicy, stew and was feeling stronger and
thinking more clearly. Ben took the bowl and placed it in the sink.

"Well, I do, but the lines are down...so are the power lines. It'll be a
while before they're fixed too."

"So, it looks like I'm missing and given up for lost. Oh well, might as well
make the best of it. Say Ben, I hate to make a pest of myself, but do you
have anything I can wear by any chance? I mean, I cant stay in a blanket for
a month."

Ben started to chuckle.

"I'd share my things with you Jack, but I'm at least twice your size. But
let's see what we can do."

Ben opened a chest of drawers and pulled out some of his long underwear. Two
of me would fit into it. Same for his pants. His shirt fit me like a
nightshirt on my 5'5", 135 lb. frame. Ben was about 6'5" and at least 270 lb.
A foot taller and twice my weight!

"Yep, I thought so...you're just a little guy. You don't even have any body
hair to keep you warm. Like a woman. Hmmm.Well, there is another possibility,
but you might not like it, Jack."

"At this point, I'm open to any idea...what've you got in mind, Ben?"

"Ah....well you see, I was married once, but the little lady died. I still
have her things put away. Didn't have the heart to get rid of
them...actually, she was about your size...." His voice trailed off as he
thoughts reminisced.

"I'm sorry to hear that...were you married long?"

"Only about 5 years. Mary fell off of a horse, bumped her head
hard...happened so quickly." His voiced trailing away, again.

I didn't want to continue the conversation. It was like opening an old wound.
The thought of losing his wife...then it hit me that he started to tell me
about her clothing that he had saved.

"Wait a minute, are you suggesting I wear Mary's clothes?"

"You got a better idea? You're her size. You wanna try them, or freeze? It's
your choice. Nobody's gonna see you 'cept me, and it's gonna be hard enuf on
my seein' you in her things, but it's sort'a survival. You gotta have
something to wear and they'd be put to good use."

He was right...I had little choice. So I nodded my acceptance of what now
seemed a gracious offer. He emerged from a storeroomin the back, dragging a
large trunk.

Opening the lid, I saw a large assortment of woman's clothing. He carefully
removed each item and gently laid them out on the bed.

"I kept all this stuff, don't know why...just couldn't get rid of them....."
he muttered, his voice dropping.

Now, I felt ashamed to wear any of them, not because they were woman's
things, but because they had been Ben's wife's and the circumstances of why
he had them.

"Go ahead, try something...maybe you can use them. Don't be shy."

I selected a pair of denim jeans. The length was perfect, a little large in
the hips, but I couldn't button the waist...too tight. I tried a sweater.
Perfect fit. As I sorted through the items, I selected garments with elastic
waistbands or stretch fabric, which turned out to be mainly skirts and
dresses. These were indeed the clothes of a young woman about my size, as Ben
had said. They were pretty things...she had nice taste. Trying a long cotton
skirt with a scalloped fringe, it was a fit. So now, at least I had something
to wear. Ben had busied himself washing my dish and spoon and adjusting the
fireplace. He didn't want to watch me nor did I prefer that he did.
Reluctantly, I found some underwear...briefs and slips and tried them. I
needed clothes for warmth...anything.. To my surprise, even her shoes were a
tolerable fit. Now I had a new wardrobe. Maybe not the warmest way to dress,
nor the most appropriate, but cover at least. Taking only what I needed to
get by, I carefully folded up the remainder and placed them back into the
trunk.


"Okay Ben...I've got enough to get by, thanks."

"Alright Jack...I'll keep this trunk handy for you in case you need more.
Lets find a place to set you up for a while."

He re-arranged his dresser so I had a drawer for my newly acquired stuff.
Then he gave me a tour of his home, showing me the well equipped bathroom,
storeroom, kitchen and bedroom. It was a large log cabin with rooms
partitioned off but open to the vaulted ceiling. Fairly modern, he had hot
and cold running water and bathroom with a tub and shower. A kitchen with the
basic appliances...sink, gas range, refrigerator. All the necessities.

He had rigged up an extra bed for me complete with bedding and blankets. I
asked him how he continued to have running water without electricity.

"I have a wind generator for back-up power. Keeps my pump going."

"What about lights and radio?"

"I use propane for the lights, cooking, hot water, and heat if I'm not using
the fireplace. Radio? I seldom use it, and we get no TV out here."

Well, I thought, this was certainly a cozy and isolated arrangement. Ben was
a good housekeeper...everything was neat and clean and orderly. I began to
look for things to do to make myself useful. I started to help Ben make
dinner. This must have been a pretty picture...big burly Ben working together
with petite little Jack in a skirt and sweater, looking like his wife, except
for my short hair. It certainly was a new experience for me, wearing woman's
clothing . Little did I know that this was the beginning of a series of
events that would change my life.

We spent the time during dinner getting better acquainted. If we were going
to live together for the next few months, there was a lot to discuss.
Starting out with the usual male banter, about the weather, ranching, my
flying experience, etc., it became difficult for me to forget that I was
sitting there looking like a woman, and becoming preoccupied with that image,
I soon found myself doing a lot of passive listening while Ben talked.

I assumed the chores of cleaning up after the meal, both because I felt an
obligation to "earn" my keep, and being the "lady" of the house, at least in
appearance, I accepted it as my duty. Ben, meanwhile, went out to check on
his horses in the adjacent barn, the ones he had used to rescue me, and to
get more firewood.

The next day, the storm had subsided and we were able to go outside. I wore
Mary's parka and boots. It felt kind of strange walking in deep snow in a
skirt, but I found some heavy tights to keep my legs warm. Ben had a large
barn, or complex of barns where he kept many head of cattle in bad weather. I
don't know how many, but it was a huge and fairly modern facility...I had
actually expected to see something more "turn of the century"...and it
provided good shelter for his herd. He showed me his setup for feeding and
watering the cattle. His business was to fatten them up and market them for
beef. Of course, in the summer, they would graze in pasture. Offering to
help, Ben showed me how to mix their feed with dry chemicals, vitamins I
assumed, to accelerate their growth. He added the pre-measured powder to a
vat of grain and stirred the dry mixture with a canoe paddle as one might mix
cement. It looked easy...I could handle that...and that's what I did,
initially. Being not in condition for such manual labor, after a short time,
I was barely able to move the paddle, so I continued to mix the batch with my
bare hands, up to my armpits. Much better and easier for me. When it looked
uniformly mixed, Ben wheeled the whole vat away and began to feed the a****ls
while I returned to the cabin to warm up and rest.



The days passed, Ben and I got along very well, doing the chores in the barn
which became my routine, playing board games, and generally trying to pass
time. I developed a lot of respect for him being able to maintain this type
of life style for so long. I expected I'd get hardened to it, but instead, it
seemed I was getting weaker with time. Heavy work sure tired me out. I was
never one for manual labor and this wasn't really a lot of hard work, but I
seemed to be losing strength in my arms and upper body. Ben fabricated some
furniture out of wood pieces, branches, and reeds, while I did some mending,
tried some handicraft, and practiced cooking and baking. I hadn't done that
before, but it somehow filled my time and felt useful. Not being very strong
nor experienced in ranch life, there wasn't much else for me to do. Ben did
all the heavy work. I just naturally fell into the "woman's" role of doing
lighter tasks and actually enjoying it. I found patience that I never before
had. He commented several times that seeing me sitting there in Mary's
dresses doing needlework, reminded him of her. I offered that if it was a
painful memory, I'd stop, but he insisted that, in fact, it was a pleasant
memory and to please continue. I had gotten so accustomed to wearing her
things that I forgot how I looked, especially since my hair had gotten
noticeably longer in a short time. But I had also gotten adjusted to the role
of a country woman. Ben had been treating me like the woman I appeared to be
as I scurried around in dresses and frilly things and I came to enjoy that
treatment. He was kind, considerate, and very gentle. I don't think he would
have treated a "regular" man like that but he obviously didn't consider me a
man anymore. Sometimes, being in a playful mood, we would act out being
husband and wife, a role I was beginning to accept. Maybe we'd get too
carried away with our acting when I'd pretend to swoon into his arms after
he'd compliment me on a dinner or dessert or he'd pretend to kiss and caress
me when I did something nice for him.

Besides helping Ben in the barn, I had willingly assumed all the inside
domestic duties...cooking, cleaning, even doing laundry. The electricity had
been restored and eventually the telephone came back to life. Of course, Ben
had to teach me the basics of cooking, but I learned fast.

Sometime after the storm, we went out to the crash site on horseback. The
terrain was rugged and heavily wooded. I never would have found a clearing to
land. Except for a hole burned in the trees where my plane had been,
everything was covered with a heavy blanket of snow. Not a trace of my plane.
Anybody searching for it would have seen nothing.

"Do you want to call anybody to tell them where you are?" Ben asked after the
phone service had been restored..

"Not really...I have no family and no one else except my boss, and by now, he
likely thinks I'm dead. Unless, of course, you want to get rid of me." I was
hoping he'd want me to stay. I rather enjoyed this lifestyle, and Ben was a
great guy to share it with.

"No Jack...I'm hoping you'll stay. It gets awfully lonely out here. You being
here makes the time fly. You're welcome to stay as long as you like."



So, the phone remained unused.

After about two months had passed, one night while taking a shower, I noticed
the skin on my body had become very soft and smooth and my hair was rapidly
growing very long and unusually full bodied. In spite of all the exercise of
mixing the cattle feed, my arm muscles were getting more slender instead of
growing. I wonder if something in the water was affecting me. What was in the
water? It sure wasn't like city water I was used to drinking. My thoughts
were to check it out for a possible commercial venture, maybe open a health
spa or something. Women would pay money for water like this if it would make
them look so good.

By the end of January, on a bright sunny day, I decided this was the life for
me. Emotionally, I had a general overall feeling of well
being...calmness...things just didn't bother like they had in the past. I
thought I lost some weight because my waist was slimmer, although my hips
seemed fuller. I tried on some of Mary's jeans and now I could button the
waist so, with an extended wardrobe of work clothes, I tried to be more
helpful to Ben in the barn. Difficult to get around that area in a skirt. I
had gotten very accomplished at mixing the cattle feed by hand, blending it
like a baker working dough, right down to my chest.

One evening, showering before making dinner, while washing my hair, which was
now below my shoulders in length and looking so good I didn't want to cut it
(nor did Ben want me to), I observed that my nipples had become very
sensitive and noticeably enlarged, and my breasts were getting fuller. I
thought it was my imagination so I said nothing to Ben. Seeing myself in the
bathroom mirror, I noticed a definite change in my figure. I had developed a
woman's shape! My waist was slender, my hips and butt were enlarged as were
my breasts. My arms had gotten slender and my skin was softer and smoother. I
was only shaving about once a week now. With my long hair, I looked liked a
female except for a small appendage in the front, and it had become very
small. No wonder Ben said I looked so natural in woman's clothes. I thought
it was just the long winter getting to him.

My nipples were so tender and uncomfortable from rubbing on fabric, that I
located a bra in the trunk and put it on as a cover to relieve the
irritation. What a difference that made. And I filled the cups! That was the
beginning of my wearing a bra. From then on, it was a necessity as my breasts
continue to develop.

During the days, I routinely wore jeans outdoors, but in the evenings, when
working in the house, I changed into a fancy skirt and blouse or a pretty
dress. It was just something I felt I wanted to do for Ben (and for myself).
Never in my life would I have ever dreamed of doing that before, but now I
wanted to...something had sure changed in me. I desired to look nice. With my
long hair and now, my new "pointy" chest, I definitely looked very feminine.
Ben immediately noticed that I was wearing a bra and he casually asked why I
had decided to do that. I told him about the changes I had seen in my body
over time, and my theory about the water.

"I don't think it's the water, Jack. I noticed you mix the cattle feed with
your hands."

"Yeah, my hands and arms...it's too hard with the paddle like you do
it...You're so much stronger than I am....why...is something wrong?"

"Well, maybe you didn't notice but the chemicals you add to the feed are
vitamins and hormones, estrogen, I think they said, to fatten the steers up
quicker."

"So? Do you think it's getting into our water supply?"

"No...I haven't shown any changes in my body...but I think it's being
absorbed into your body through your skin. I recall reading something about
that. I never use my hands...that's why I use a paddle. I never like to touch
any of those chemicals. I think you're changing into a woman from the
hormones, my friend. At least you're properly dressed for it," Ben chuckled.

"Oh my God! What should I do?"

I suddenly had the same panic feeling as when I was in the plane and going
down. Ben, turning serious, looked at me and replied,

"What can you do, Jack? You've already started to change... you're starting a
new life anyway...the old Jack was killed in a plane crash. Are you unhappy
with your life here?"

"Why no...actually I love it here, Ben."

"Then why not accept it, become "Jackie," and stay here with me. I'll take
care of you. I love having you here. 'Sides, you're more fun as a woman,
anyway."

"So, I should keep on mixing with my hands, right?" I said, now feeling
coquettish. I had no intention of stopping now, anyway. I sort'a liked the
changes.

"You bet, Jackie!" Ben said, winking, and hugging me.

So that night, Jackie was born. I continued to mix the feed, getting a daily
massive exposure to hormones, my breast development advanced until I filled
the bras more than fully. My figure continued to take on a feminine contour,
and emotionally, I felt like a woman and accepted it. I was willingly wearing
all of the clothes in Mary's wardrobe, filling them out as well as she would
have, perhaps better. sleeping in frilly nightgowns, I wore dresses daily. I
even found some makeup and unashamedly started to wear a little lipstick and
experiment with other cosmetics. Having acquired the figure of a woman, I
felt the need to improve upon it...to look pretty. I even spent time grooming
my hair and practiced setting it. And the results were amazing.

Ben's attitude obviously changed towards me, also. As friendly as he had been
from the beginning, he now was becoming even more attentive and
gentlemanly...chivalrous. He was treating me as if I was a real lady and he
was courting me. I had made my decision and I felt it was the right one. I
would try to be a woman in every aspect. We became very close, almost
romantic. I felt comfortable touching him as when I cut his hair, trimmed his
beard, did little things for him, and especially dancing with him when we
could find some music on the radio. I never had had homosexual desires
before, but now, feeling like a female, I found him sexually attractive. I
liked being held by him...he was such a big guy. He somehow made me feel
"secure."

By the end of March, the snow was gone, the roads were open, and we could
leave the ranch. Once we had the cattle outdoors, I stopped mixing their
feed. They would now spend the summer grazing. When Ben was able to get his
truck started after wintering in a shed, he took me into the nearest town on
a shopping trip for food and provisions. I didn't feel shy about being seen
as a woman since I knew I looked passable and I was so eager to see other
humans, I was excited to go. Not knowing what to expect, I wore what I
thought was an appropriate dress, with stockings and medium heeled shoes, my
hair done as best as I could. Ben was certainly pleased with my appearance.

It was a fairly good size town with a variety of stores and the ubiquitous
Walmart store. Ben told me to buy whatever I needed for the house and for
myself. We had compiled a list of household items, but there was nothing I
needed in clothing. His wife's wardrobe was holding very well, except for
underwear. I did buy more lingerie...I felt better having my own, and I
needed larger bras...cup size, that is. He suggested I buy fresh cosmetics so
I'd have my own there too. So I stocked up on lipstick, foundation creams,
and eye shadow, and of course, hair conditioners. I even stopped to have my
hair done professionally where I picked up a lot of pointers on grooming long
hair, something Jack never had to do.

Ben took me to the medical clinic for a checkup because of the prolonged
exposure to hormones. After explaining my situation to the physician, how I
felt and my intentions, he put me on a maintenance dose of Premarin so I
wouldn't change back to being a man. He said I had been getting a hefty dose
of a****l strength estrogen, even absorbed through my skin, I was lucky I
didn't suffer any organ damage to my body. Other than the changes I had
experienced, I was OK. I admitted that I had become happy about the changes.

Ben met a few friends and neighbors and introduced me as his "mail order
bride". I asked him to explain that. He said a lot of single men in small
isolated towns advertise for woman in big city newspapers looking for brides.
Many woman respond by coming to visit, to get acquainted. Some don't like the
isolation and leave immediately.

But, some do stay to get married. That would account for my presence. He said
he tells everybody I just "dropped in" to check him out. Well, I couldn't
deny that. Nobody questioned him further, and I was warmly welcomed as a girl
from the city, especially by his neighbor's wives who were grateful for more
female companionship.

We loaded our purchases into the truck and returned to the ranch. I was now
more convinced than ever that I would stay here. I was very happy with my new
lifestyles, as a woman, and a rancher's wife. The day was warm and sunny, the
people had been friendly...life was good.

While Ben unloaded the truck, I prepared dinner, after which, I cleaned up
the dishes and relaxed for the evening. I thanked Ben for a lovely day,
giving him a friendly little kiss on his forehead. He pulled me down gently,
and kissed me on my lips.

"You're welcome, pretty lady." he said, quietly.

"Ben, that's the first time you've called me that."

"Jackie, my friends have met you and like you. They told me you are a pretty
young lady and I'm lucky to have found you. I think they're right."

"But you know the truth about me...I'm not a real lady."

This was a turning point in our relationship. Which path were we going...I
had to know.

"You're my pretty lady, Jackie."

He didn't have to say anymore. I kissed him warmly and passionately as a
woman kisses her man, and he returned my kiss. I felt like a real woman and
he responded to me as one. We continued kissing and petting for a long time.

Ben stood up and brought me a gift wrapped package. Without a sound, our eyes
saying it all, I slowly and carefully opened it to find a white nylon
nightgown with lace trim and wide shoulder straps. It was stunning.

"I thought you should have something of your own, Jackie. Why don't you try
it on?"

Without hesitation, I went to the bathroom, undressed completely and slipped
it on. It fit perfectly. He knew my size from Mary's clothes, and my
developed breasts filled out the bodice completely. I re-entered the main
room without modesty and twirled around to let him see me. He pulled me to
him and we kissed again, our tongues dancing together. That night was the
beginning of my sleeping in his bed...in his arms. I was his woman,
emotionally and sexually. We developed a definite male-female relationship. I
completely forget I was physically a male. I felt like a bride and I couldn't
get enough of him..

In July, on the 4th, we were invited to a picnic at our neighbor's ranch. It
was over an hour's drive to get there so we got an early start. I had spent
the previous day cooking and baking for the event. Arriving early, I joined
the women to help with the food while the men went off to do their thing. Of
course, I was accepted as any other woman and assumed to be Ben's new wife,
'tho common law. We all talked about our men and eventually the conversation
got rather intimate since some of the ladies were trying to get pregnant.
With all the talk of love making with their husbands, I could contribute
little to the chatter, but I was beginning to get a little horny thinking
about Ben. Luckily I chose not to wear tight jeans but rather, a long full
skirt or I would have given myself away.

After a wonderful day of eating, playing, and socializing, we took a
leisurely drive home. Going directly to bed, I snuggled with my man and I
touched his manhood intentionally with my hand, curling my fingers around it.
It immediately grew large and hard. Saying nothing, he rolled onto his back
while I removed it from his shorts and firmly grasped it and gently stroked
it as only a man would know how to do for another man. He started to moan
with pleasure as his hands brushed through my long thick feminine hair. I
continued the massage with my open palm on the sensitive underside of his
organ as I kissed him passionately. Shortly, he climaxed as I cupped my hand
over the end of his shaft to contain his fluid. I whispered that I loved him
as he fell asleep. I quietly got up and cleansed my hand and his organ as a
wife would do for her husband.

The next day, Ben was especially nice to me, treating me like a princess. And
I treated him like the king that he was to me. I had become more intrigued
about satisfying him sexually as the other wives did for their husbands. I
fantasized all different options. One night we went to bed nude. It was a
warm night and seemed appropriate and Ben liked to fondle and kiss my
breasts, which I enjoyed. My penis was very diminutive now, and I didn't care
for him to touch it. We started love sessions by kissing, then it progressed
to my rubbing his shaft until it was very rigid. They evolved to many
different situations as a "normal" couple might encounter. Our love for each
other grew intense. I couldn't get enough of him. We loved each other deeply.
He made me feel so feminine. He had not only saved my life, he gave me a new
and better one.

The next time I got together with the other ladies, I could join the
conversation and talk about my husband.

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Rebirth

Eons of eons in the future, or at least what humanity once called the future, earth and all of its inhabitants have long disappeared.  The sun, the beginning, and source of all life exhausted its hydrogen fuel, and, as a result, slowly expanded into a red giant.  Earth, and the other inner planets, had been swallowed up, vaporized.  Only a slowly cooling white dwarf remained to pinpoint where humanity began and once lived. Humanity, however, did not die.  Just as the sun had evolved, so too had...

Fantasy & Sci-Fi
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Rebirth

The strobes flashed, and the fans churned up a make-believe ocean breeze. It even smelled like the beach in the studio, from the ton and a half of sand they hauled in for the shoot. The center of attention was a lithe, fair-skinned model with long hair that flowed like black water in the wind. As the cameras clicked and hummed, she posed expertly, every move perfect, every look to die for. Two lighting technicians enjoyed the show. Their equipment was in place and required no...

1 year ago
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Rebirth

It was late, quiet with nothing special like usual. They were on the couch at her house just watching t.v. while her mom slept. MTV, Vh1, and many other channels were cycled through as time went by. Finally, she spoke up, “It’s been so long since last time we had sex? What does it mean?”. He had thought about this many times too and never truly came up with an answer. “I mean I don’t know why but I don’t get horny like I used to.” “I’ve been thinking about it myself and I believe we just...

Erotic
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Rebirthday

Rebirthday It was the beginning of my senior year of college, and our fraternity was throwing the annual fresh meat back-to-school party. It's easily the best party of the year because it's our first chance to check out the crop of incoming freshmen girls. They're always so sexy, all dressed up and unsure of themselves, awkward and embarrassed by their blossoming 18 year old bodies, and they're always so worried that they have to put out or they'll get a bad reputation. And as usual...

3 years ago
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Hospital Rounds

It is the 11PM to 7AM shift at a Hospital, where an attractive nurse by the name of Amber is working with Angie, and a male nurse who is asleep. Angie, an attractive blonde of a voluptuous build at 5'1" of height, has gone downstairs to pick up a late night visitor to the ward; it is one of the psych nurses by the name of Erin, who is a slender attractive blonde. The two nurses know Erin but are surprised that she is visiting at this hour of 1AM; so they figure that something important must...

2 years ago
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The RiflemanChapter 20 Rebellion

William "Soria can you stop the overload?" I asked as I reloaded my second pistol, I quickly ejected both clips and loaded the magazines up to full again as the alarm continued sounding. "Yes if I can get to the controls, but we can't," she replied as she crawled into the access hatch. "WARNING TEN MINUTES UNTIL CORE BREACH!" "Soria, get your cute ass back out here and get to work. I'm going out there to hunt them down. Lock the door behind me," I said as I started walking...

2 years ago
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Sexy Shyamalavathy

  Chapter 1 Shyamalavathy, a lecturer whose husband was alcoholic and suffered from diabetes that had robbed him of all sexual desire and left them in a sexless marriage for many years. She was forty seven, mother of two girls and a boy aged twenty two, nineteen and sixteen respectively when her husband died. Shyamalavathy was twenty two when she married to thirty two years old husband, a Lecturer, one year after his first wife died. He was a suspecting and dominating husband. She led the life...

4 years ago
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Stolen Smile Chapter 1 Introductions

I shut and locked my truck and briskly walked towards the collection of handsome brick buildings, dropping my keys in my jeans, and taking a deep breath, I was nervous and excited. I have never considered myself a ladies’ man, and up until this point, online dating had been a fools errand. I will be the first to admit my online flirtatious skills are somewhat lacking which made the events of the past week leading to this moment all the more surreal. A week ago while lying in bed I had...

4 years ago
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My First Ravetrue story

So for starters I am a 6'3" tall 195 pound white male. i am in very good shape being i am an avid runner. i have a nice 6 pack and nice muscular legs. i have a nice cock probably around 8-9 inches and thick. the Friday before the rave i decide it would be a goo idea to drink with my buds not caring that we had to be up at 6 am to leave so we could drive the 3 hours to the rave. so i start drinking around 9 and we are drinking hard Jack and coke and sometimes just jack. so the next thing i know...

2 years ago
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A white middle class english county wife is corrupted by a black farm hand

Hi. Don’t know where to start my story so I’ll begin by telling you a bit about myself. My name is Corrie and I’m 31. I’m about 5ft5 with blue eyes and short blond hair. My husband says it makes me look a bit boyish. I don’t have big boobs, 32b and a nice rounded bottom. I met my husband at a Young Conservative ball when I was 14 and he was 17. He is the only man, until recently, that I have ever had sex with. Not that we had sex when we met. We are both strict...

4 years ago
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The other man0

Sexually Don and I got along very well. We tried it in various positions and various places. We seemed to do it every chance we got. Although we didn’t really do any kinky stuff, we talked about different things as we screwed which made things extremely exciting and resulted in mind blowing orgasms for both of us. We talked about dominance and submission, public sex, swinging with other couples, two women together and even two men together. One of the things Don liked to talk about...

4 years ago
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Finished

Finished By Eric Dedication to Anne-Mal Eric stared with disbelief at his computer screen. He had lost big bucks! Anne- Mal, Axis Anne, who me finish a story Anne - had actually FINISHED ARCHIE AND BETTY! He took a swig of whisky and started to read - maybe it was all a dream? Then the earth started to tremble - he ran outside the sun had literally disappeared and the earth started to break apart! The graves were giving up their dead and the sky was full of angels. "I should...

Humor
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NFBusty Bridgette B Picture Perfect Tits

Kyle Mason can’t stop staring when he walks in on Bridgette B. changing clothes. The busty coed peels off her bra and thong, then slips into a sheer teddy that does nothing to hide the absolute bounty of her titties. Grabbing a camera, Bridgette starts snapping naughty selfies as she lays on the bed. She eventually notices Kyle peeping, but instead of getting upset the puffy-lip beauty grabs him by the shirt and drags him inside to take even better pictures of her incredible bod....

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Cuckoldry Descent in Older Age Chapter 3

Story so far: Over the last few years, my wife Mandy had become increasingly disenchanted with the carnal aspects of our marriage. Her changing attitude reflected, in no small part, the self-serving interests of her close friend Xena, whose libido reportedly exceeded even that of my wife. Mandy had for many years been more than accepting of our coital incompatibility – small penis, large vaginal cavity – and the use of prosthetic substitutes. But this tolerance has been gradually whittled away...

2 years ago
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THE CREATURE WITHIN 2 TESTED

CHAPTER 2: TESTEDI waited at the docks as instructed by Sam. He was clear in his instructions that there would have to be certain security precautions taken. He reminded me that he did work for a secretive agency and it was highly unusual that someone outside of the agency was allowed inside its facilities. That would include travel to the facility; they couldn’t even allow that others should know where the facility was located. So, I stood where I was told. The shuttle boat leaving immediately...

3 years ago
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Becoming a submissive slut part 2

As required, the second time , I went up to meet him I put a buttplug in my ass , it was arousing to be told what to do , after cleaning myself in and out , I chose a buttplug ( i have several ) , medium sized ,it had to be comfortable because i had to drive for over an hour with the plug jammed in my hole , I dressed myself , no underwear , just a worn out pair of jeans and a wite shirt and white sneakers. I got in my car and felt anxious for what was going to happen , I looked at the seat...

2 years ago
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Charleys wild night part one

I turned round in front of the mirror, twisting this way and that and frowning. The skirt was like super short. I saw my reflection grin, that was actually the point. High school reunion, dress up as a school girl but as slutty as possible. It had merit. When I had been at high school I never wore short skirts, never wore make up and I didn't really care that my hair had a life of its own and looked as if I had just rolled out of bed and run to school... well actually, that was kinda the truth....

Group Sex
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I Was BlindfoldedChapter 22

The car ride with my sister once I was released was mostly silent. Okay it was silent on her end. I had tried to ask a couple of questions and got no response. Once I tried to say thanks for the ride she turned on the radio as loud as she could comfortably turn it up. So I gave up then. Suki ended up taking me to Ashley Bixby’s place. When we got there I saw Ashley open the door. She looked really excited. I set one foot outside the car then looked back and asked, “How long am I expected to...

3 years ago
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A Late Night Swim1

“Dude I’m way too fucked up. I’m going to sleep, not for a fucking swim in that nasty hotel pool.” Said James, one of Kevin’s two friends that had come on this mini vacation. The three buddies had gotten time off from their summer jobs and had decided to go on a trip before they all had to go back to college in September. After a very small amount of planning and 13 hours in a hot car together, they had come to a relatively cheap hotel that was close to Florida’s coast. Their time in Florida so...

4 years ago
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Sharing Claire The Agony The Ecstasy Part 3

When my shell-shocked state allowed me to, I finally upped and left the club and headed home to our lonely home. Our daughters were gone to college, and now their mother was gone too. Gone to the condo of a well-endowed black guy who we’d found on the internet. We’d only planned to meet for a meal and to get to know him a little. But by the end of the evening, Claire was gently telling me that she’d agreed to go back to his place and that this time I wasn’t invited. The house would be a lonely...

Wife Lovers
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The RutBreaker Part II

Larry handed Helen a towel. She was sitting up now on the edge of the bed, her reddened cheeks glistening with cum which was also dripping from her chin and onto her breasts. He smiled. “You can take a shower if you wish,” he told her. “There are shower caps in there.”“I think I will,” she responded as she stood up and walked past him.She was feeling embarrassed, that much was clear, but it was always the case with first time sex. He waited until she came back into the room after showering and...

Cuckold
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Fancy a Stiff One Version 2

We drive to a country pub, pull up in the car park briefly kiss. We walk hand in hand, I can't help noticing the bounce of your breasts, the outline of your bra through the tight low cut top and your glorious cleavage. Your skirt is short just long enough to cover your stocking tops, you smile, we get our drinks and sit in a discreet corner booth, we sip our drinks for a while, you excuse yourself stand and brush past me, I can feel your suspender !!!!!!! (I love stockings, I hope you do too)....

4 years ago
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Murder on the River Thames

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde, 1854-1900*** "The Queen is Dead! Long Live the King!"What more important change than the death of a sovereign. At least, for the nation. Perhaps not for individuals. The end of the Victorian Age. The beginning of the Edwardian period. Would this country continue to be successfully powerful, or would it pass into dust following past empires.Early in the morning the Baroness Gullane took her constitutional along the...

Steampunk
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the Night Whispers Index 3

I was awake at least an hour before I dragged myself out of bed. It took a great deal of willpower to do so. My body ached and my mind was thick and cumbersome. I had stared at the ceiling trying to weigh my thoughts, found no anchor to the way my fears and doubts colored everything. I had to have been losing my mind, I was sure. I even called out to Jackie several times, hoping to hear her voice in my head, even if it was only my brain playing tricks on me. There was no response, and I finally...

3 years ago
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Lucky StiffChapter 36 The Concert and the First Day of School

Don't know much about history, Don't know much biology. Don't know much about a science book, Don't know much about the French I took. But I do know that I love you, And I know that if you love me, too, What a wonderful world this would be! --What A Wonderful World (Sam Cooke) There were no suites available at the Marriott. Despite the fact that Kristen already had a suite at the University Inn, she figured that she wanted to stay at the Marriott if that was where we were going...

3 years ago
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The ContractorChapter 4 Bugging Out

"Time to go, Hurley," I said, leaning on the door frame of his cabin. "You got all your things packed?" "Yeah," he said reluctantly. "I hate to leave, but I don't see any choice." "Sorry, man," I said, "I didn't mean to bring this down on you." "Uncle Hurley, did you decide where you're going?" Sally asked. "Yeah. I'm going to stay with your mother for a while. I know a place up near Idyllwild that looks good. Not that far from El Cajon. Rick's trailer is plenty big...

2 years ago
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School Girl part 1

You are over at mine and invite a friend of yours over to do some studying. I leave you both to it and go out for a drink but its not long before you text me asking me to come back home and that you have a little treat for me. You havent been doing much studying and instead you have been telling your friend all about what we get up to and how my hard cock feels inside you. You feel bad that she hasnt experienced the delights of a cock inside her and you tell her you will let me fuck her. I...

2 years ago
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My lovely sisterinlaw

So I've always tried my best to be a faithful and loyal partner in any relationship... but I did slip once, to understand I have to explain my situation. At 16 I ran away from home and was bouncing from place to place I ended up actually living with my a friend in his car with him in the end and while we were partying I met these 2 girls we'll call them Candy and Pamela (their sisters). Pamela and I ended up hooking up and started a relationship After a while it only made sense since she...

2 years ago
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New experience fantasy 2

Hello, I have many more true stories, fantasy stories and posts on my profile page...To be honest, I have two common fantasies that fill my thoughts when I masturbate. I want to tell you about them.One involves me kissing a guy as he touches and licks my nipples. I can just imangine how good it feels and how excited I'd be. Feeling him pressed up next to me as our tongues explore each others mouth. I'm so worked up I beg to go down on him, to have him in my mouth and taste his cum. I long to...

4 years ago
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Dads and Daughters on VacationChapter 6

This time the dads led the girls by the hand into the bedroom. To this point in time, Amber and Stephanie had been the aggressors, but what Ted and Mark had both heard loud and clear from their daughters was, "we want to belong to you." They correctly took that to mean that the girls wanted to be taken. The girls had been sharing one of the 2 queen-size beds in their room, but for the moment, each dad took his little girl to a separate bed. Mark picked Stephanie up and laid her down in...

4 years ago
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The Neighbor Next Door 8211 Part 1

So this is a story of how I have for so long fantasized fucking my neighbor’s young and very hotwife. The neighbor next door has two young sons. And both of them have young, hot, and sexy wives. Just one for each! In case you were wondering. So, since I am a teenager in my twenties and a big-time virgin, I obviously fantasize about any young and hot girl or woman I see around. It’s completely natural. So let’s get to the point about how I was seduced by my neighbor. So these two sons of my...

3 years ago
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A WellLived Life Book 10 The WifeChapter 40 TwentyTwo Part II

April 22, 1985, Chicago, Illinois In the morning, Sofia and I showered together. Contrary to what she’d said in the shower after the sauna, she’d only wanted that one lovemaking session. I did my utmost to make it the best, most loving act we’d ever had and Sofia had cum repeatedly. Now, we were lovingly washing each other, most likely for the last time. “Are you OK?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied with a smile. “Remember what I told you? The worst case scenario was that I would come here and...

3 years ago
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His First Time with a Guy

I First met him in a bar, young good looking guy. We chatted for a bit and went our separate ways. Two years later I run into him at a recovery group. We once again chat and I remind him of meeting him two years prior. We got to know each other better over time. He would come by my place once every two weeks for a coffee and chat, but that all changed one night. He stopped by and we were chatting as usual. I had been watching a video but turned it off when he got there. He asked what I had...

1 year ago
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StreamingPorn

You don't need to be a genius to know what to expect at Streaming Porn. When it comes to porn sites, there are those which are completely free, and those that are premium, which charge you a fee. While both kind of sites definitely have their positives, the best ones are always the ones that combine the best of both worlds, which is exactly what Streaming Porn is trying to achieve.Amusing designAs I’ve stumbled upon this porn sites, as I opened it, I was not sure if I opened the correct page,...

Free Porn Download Sites
3 years ago
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Hot Georgia Evening

It was a hot Georgia evening, humid, sticky, not a breath of air. To make matters worse, my lover, Pia, and I were at an outdoor event, a laser show, with hundreds of other people, sitting on blankets on the worn grass. Children running around, getting irritable, waiting for dusk and the start of the show. Pia, and I lay watching others, holding hands, occasionally leaning over and giving/taking furtive kisses, touching arms, thighs and glancing brushes to her well shaped, firm breasts, causing...

4 years ago
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GF turns me into a Faggot Gay

My girlfriend Kelly had been unhappy for months. No matter what we tried, I couldn't satisfy her. Despite my physical size-6' 3", 210 lbs and muscular frame, my cock (if you can call it that) only gets to about 5-1/2 inches hard and doesn't stay hard for long without a great effort from my partner. We did find that I could stay hard longer and she gets more aroused when she insults my manhood during sex, often saying she wished she had a real man while fucking me. I felt sorry for her but,...

4 years ago
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Wife goes out to the club

"It's just going to a be night of us gossiping and having a few drinks that's all." Melony assured her husband while checking her earrings. When satisfied with her jewelry she started putting on her lipstick and applying the rest of her make-up."Yeah well I know how Annelene and Tessa are and how much trouble they like getting into." He placed his hands on her shoulders and bumped her ass with his crotch."Yeah and you know how I am so don't worry about me getting into any trouble." She laughed...

2 years ago
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Another Step In My Path

My massages with Jim had continued about every two to three weeks. Sometimes the massage was the last thing on my mind, I just wanted him to use me and satisfy his needs sexually with my willing body. A few times I arrived and he had to work. I would get on my knees and while he would work on his computer, I swallowed his seed. I found my desire to be used by him had grown and I had started to refer to myself his slut. I told him I was his to use, and he could do whatever he wanted to do to me....

Gay Male
3 years ago
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My StoryChapter 3

When I got home there was a note on my pillow to call my mother at work. When I got through to her she asked me if I'd heard from Mr. Adams about my job at Dairy Queen and I told her no (and I never did hear from him or get what I was owed in wages). She asked me to meet her for lunch and I met her at Riggo's. After asking me if I'd had a good time at Abby's pajama party she told me that she had a job for me if I wanted to work full time until school started and maybe even part time if my...

4 years ago
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Honey Im Pregnant

Passion joined with love equals perfection. This is a love story between a white man and a black woman. If you are looking for a "Fuck your nigger whore's black ass white boy" story you will not find it here. Save yourself -- don't read this. And remember it is fiction. It is the world I create not the world that is. It is a love story -- with some sex because that is what this is, a sex site. Ignore the sex and it is still a love story. Oh and there is lots of Catholic stuff here -- so...

3 years ago
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Victorious part 6

The morning after their first threesome was awkward. Victor awoke with morning wood stuck in between Jan’s voluminous breasts. Looking down, he saw the tall blonde curled up hugging her massive chest as she dozed. Meredith stirred behind her, and awoke with him and moved in for a kiss over the blonde which awoke Jan. Confused, she pushed back away from his cock like it was poisonous but Meredith caught her hands and rolled them over onto her back. Like a wrestler, she pulled Jan...

4 years ago
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StonefingersChapter 6

Reluctantly, I followed Peggy’s instructions and didn’t contact her all day Tuesday. She had left for home in the early hours of the morning, helped get Tad off to school, slept a few hours, went to her classes and then back home for a quiet off-day evening with her mom and son. I slept most of the day, showed up for pre-game workouts, went hitless in four trips that night, and went out with some of the guys for a steak Tuesday night. Despite the bad day at the plate, I had gotten enough...

2 years ago
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TriptychChapter 5

KATE, MELODY, AND I sat together most of Wednesday evening going through our portfolios. Kate had some impressive work. She loved charcoal, but she had an incredible talent with pastels and acrylics. She painted awesome detail. As a result, she tended to paint small things very large. I mean, she’d look at a landscape, and instead of painting the whole thing, she would paint every detail of a single flower in the foreground with the rest looking blurred in the background. I’d never seen...

2 years ago
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THE PERFECT 69

Wife Sarah and I had tried to orgasm at exactly the same time for years, but no matter how hard we tried had never climaxed at the exact time and we were both very good at oral sex. In the early 1990s I worked night security in an office building in the city of London along with a colleague Mick Dyer, slightly older than me. Mick constantlyntold me about his ex wife, a nymphomaniac he divorced after forgiving her countless times. Some of the secrets of his ex wife turned me on no end including...

3 years ago
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Protection and Preservation Book 03Chapter 16

[Preservation – Jim's Travels] It was early afternoon when we pulled into the park itself. I had spent an hour going over information at Rushmore and had picked out our camping place already. It would have full facilities for our RV. I figured we would pick up a jeep or something for touring once we arrived. We found the place and pulled in. The hookups were easy but nothing was working until I went in the office and flipped some switches and then turned on water. It had never been turned...

4 years ago
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The Contract

1The Contractby The TechnicianBDSM / Fantasy / Electric / Spanking / Anal / Group / Lesbian / Forced Branding / Forced Fighting / Forced Public Sex / Scat / Humiliation / Master-Slave = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A woman uses her recent lottery winnings to take a out a revenge contract on "The Target." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All...

2 years ago
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Service Call

The story begins in South Florida in the Spring of 98. I was working for a hi-end furniture store as the Furniture Technician , a fancy name for a Furniture Repair Person. I have been in thousands of homes and had some wild experiences through the years, but few as memorable as this one.... About 11 am was my appointment be at a service call in a condominium complex in Naples. I was a bit late but the Lady of the home greeted me at the door with kindness. She ( Mrs. P) invited me...

3 years ago
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My First Service To My Indian Sex Stories Reader

Hello to my readers, I hope you enjoy my earlier story. So this is my second story on indian sex stories dot net readers which happened a few days ago with my reader. If any unsatisfied bhabhi or aunty from Faridabad who wanted to get satisfied then email me on Full privacy will be there. So after many days of published my story, I got a message on my gmail , her name was kritika ( name changed). She told me she like the story of mine , so I was happy so someone said it was nice . She was...

4 years ago
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ShawnChapter 29

It was now almost three o'clock so I helped make the house presentable. Some wooden chairs were glued and some seats coverings needed tacks. I assessed the house to see what had to be purchased to make it easier to sell. The piano was the only extravagance and I used my power to tune it. When everything was done I called a taxi and while waiting played some music. My hands were now getting large enough to make most of the chords so my abilities were much less needed. At last, the taxi...

4 years ago
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The Summer Ill Never Forget

This story is completely fiction. The names, characters, story plot have been pulled out of randomness. This story is from the eyes and thoughts of Stephanie Gordan. Day 1 Summer was always slow for Ms. Amanda Parker. Freshly out of Yale College for summer break being a freshman. Still unsure what she should major in other than Economics. Amanda always went to her parent’s house for the summer. The mountain air had always brought new life to her ready to take on the world after a summer at...

Novels
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Confessions of a West Palm Slut Chapter 8

After the Super Bowl that year, Courtney had helped me find a new bartending job.  The restaurant wasn't as busy as my previous job, but I could no longer work with Jimmy and Kat.  They were a toxic couple and I feared it would be even more dangerous for me if she were to find out about Jimmy and I.  I had fucked him once more - in the bathroom after hours no less - and had no desire to create a love triangle.  I didn't even like Jimmy, let alone love him.  He was a mistake.  One that I...

True
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The Lottery

I won the lottery. Really big....over 300 million dollars paid out over the next 25 years. In my late twenties and now filthy rich. What to do? What to do? After I won, I did all the things that you are supposed to do: traveled, bought a nice house, not too big but certainly big enough, and pampered myself with all the gadgets and everything else to fill out my home. One of the things I pampered myself with was Sarah. She, I hired away from a local massage parlor as a live in maid/house girl,...

Erotic
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RajahChapter 3

Wafto, the hunch-backed dwarf, became immediately attentive in his hiding place inside the huge antique wardrobe in Sharon Court's room when he heard the door being opened. He maneuvered his deformed body so that one eye was pressed to the small hole which had inconspicuously been bored in the left-hand door, his muscles tensed with barely repressed excitement. The light snapped on overhead, and he could see the lithe, voluptuous blonde wife as she ran across the room and flung herself on...

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A Sri Lankan maid

hey all, my name is Terence (http://xhamster.com/user/terenceaway) 23 yr old bisexual male from Sri Lanka, thought I will share one of my sexual experiences with all of you... please do leave your thoughts in the comments :)....Also this my first time posting a story,hope i did a good job :)Around 9 years ago, with both my parents running full time jobs we had employed a live-in maid to take care of the daily chores around the house. Her name was Seetha and was in her mid 30's. She was...

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Digimon sex world

(All characters have been aged up to 18 our older.) You yawn as you wake up. You get up and take a shower before breakfast. You look yourself in the mirror. Your no model but your a fine looking guy if you do say so yourself. You brush your teeth and put on some cloths. Of corse you don't forget to put some goggles on your head. A bold fashion statement but you have no doubt it will catch on. You look online to see if there are any companies that want you too test they're security. Non today....

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