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Day Out in Birmingham It was the weekend and we woke up to a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. Jay and I had planned a day out in Birmingham shopping and as it was so nice we decided to have some fun on the way. We have a convertible and Jay just loves to show off in it when we are out driving. Today was no exception as she dressed in a very short, light green summer dress, complimented with a pair of matching high heels. The effect was stunning as the combination of heels and her short...
Day Out in Birmingham It was the weekend and we woke up to a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. Jay and I had planned a day out in Birmingham shopping and as it was so nice we decided to have some fun on the way. We have a convertible and Jay just loves to show off in it when we are out driving. Today was no exception as she dressed in a very short, light green summer dress, complimented with a pair of matching high heels. The effect was stunning as the combination of heels and her short...
Group SexJury Service By Bill Hart Another day was underway. Once more I sat in the juror's assembly room wondering how slowly the day would pass. It certainly looked like it was going to be another long and boring day, not unlike the last two had been. I'd even finished the book, an epic of seven hundred pages, I'd brought with me from home, thinking it would be long enough to last the entire ten day stint. Oh well. In another half-hour I'd be off for one of those famous two-hour...
We start this week’s show with some establishing shots of suburban Birmingham. Graffiti covered brick walls, small shops and cafes - we’re travelling along a grey street, under a train bridge, and coming up infront of another brick wall, this one marked with a sign that reads “MIDLANDS PLANTERS” ... And beyond the wall, we’re moving through a small market garden - collection of plants, small bushes, plant pots, etc. We turn a corner and come face to face with our host – ex pornstar and...
"DADDY!?" Yes, there he stood, Greg Canaday, member of the Boston elite, bastion of conservatism, respected member of the bar. Staring at his, muddy, bedraggled daughter, clad only in an oversized tee shirt. "What are you doing here?" "I was invited. Someone named Hildy called, told me how well you were doing, how proud I should be of you, how much you missed me. So. I thought I would come down, visit, maybe get my fill of Southern cooking and hospitality." "Daddy, it's not what...
Hardy found himself in the office of an old friend, waiting anxiously for his appointment. Rabbi William Goldberg had retired, gotten bored, and opened a counseling practice, specializing in marriage and relationship problems. His work with veterans had been gratifying, but the stress and the daily reminders of the horrors of war wore on his soul. Between active duty when he was younger and twenty five years the reserves, he was able to retire with honor and full benefits. He truly felt God...
Hardy woke with a start, trying to understand why he felt so happy. Then Gwen stirred and snaked a hand over his chest, hugging him lightly. "Good morning, my love. Did you sleep as well as I did? I have to tell you, it's the best nights' sleep I've had in over three years." He caressed her hair lightly. "Like a rock, you wore me out. In my defense, I'm still not quite up to my old self." She moved languidly over his body, rubbing every inch of skin she could into to...
Honeymoon Inn Factsheet Notice: The Honeymoon Inn setting and all characters are copyright 2008 by Kyrie Hobson. Permission is hereby given to use the setting and characters so long as the following notice is included with all publications using them: "The Honeymoon Inn and associated characters are copyright 2008 by Kyrie Hobson. Used with permission." Location: The Honeymoon Inn is located in the Ouachita Mountains in Arkansas, a small distance from Hot Springs. The Inn sits...
Notes: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story is copyright 2011 by Kyrie Hobson. Permission is hereby given to share this story on the World Wide Web, provided that (a) no charge of any kind, including, but not limited to, subscription fees, is made in connection with access to the story, (b) the story is reprinted in its entirety, including this notice, and (c) proper...
I awoke from a wonderful dream to realize I was living a dream. I was face to face with my beautiful wife of eight years. She was sound asleep and I moved to kiss her before getting out of bed when I felt the weight on my stomach. I looked at my midsection and saw the curly head of Becky, one of my wife's best friends. Becky was a chubby, red head that I never would have been sexually attracted to, however my wife brought her into our sex life over a year ago, and boy was I glad. This heavyset...
SwingerHello everyone, My name is Romeo(fake of course) and this is my second sex story so I would not waste your time explaining about myself, if you wish, you can check out my first sex story I am working in Gurgaon, love outdoor games and doing adventurous things so understandably my body is athletic and fit. Let’s begin —It’s New Year’s eve. The day is hectic as hell and we all certainly require some time to rejuvenate ourselves and party hard after work. So my good friend and colleague suggested...
Tuesday--Mallory "So gently swaying through the fairy-land of love; If you'll just come with me you'll see the beauty of; Tuesday afternoon." Tuesday. Fucking. Afternoon. And evening. I arrived early at 5:15, but "Happy Hour" was descending into "Cum Circus" earlier than usual. Spring is in the air, I guess. And the animals primed to rut. The varied homes and lifestyles of the membership balance the workload somewhat; though the predominant type makes Tuesdays ever...
The October House still had its old Victorian shape —two tall towers, three and a half stories high, small rooms with low, sloping roofs at the very top, a Widow’s Walk above a closed porch, two stories and a huge attic. Inside, it had become more modern. When we finally bought the house three years after we graduated from college, we had spent another two years upgrading the wiring, plumbing and a new, more efficient heating system along with much additional insulation. There was even CAT6...
Emily, Lois' other roommate, didn't return until early morning. Sheila was still asleep, but Lois and Mike weren't; they were drinking coffee. "Sheila's latest beau?" Emily asked, cocking her head, her earrings clinking. "No," Lois replied, her smile sunny, "Mine." "You're kidding, right?" Emily asked, peeling off her black opera gloves. "No." Mike shook his head. "Okay, can somebody help me get out of this corset?" Emily asked. She put one of her high-top boots on a...
Such of my readers as have made a pedestrian excursion to the south of France may perchance have noticed, about midway between the town of Beaucaire and the village of Bellegarde, --a little nearer to the former than to the latter, --a small roadside inn, from the front of which hung, creaking and flapping in the wind, a sheet of tin covered with a grotesque representation of the Pont du Gard. This modern place of entertainment stood on the left-hand side of the post road, and backed upon the...
The October House still had its old Victorian shape —two tall towers, three and a half stories high, small rooms with low, sloping roofs at the very top, a Widow’s Walk above a closed porch, two stories and a huge attic. Inside, it had become more modern. When we finally bought the house three years after we graduated from college, we had spent another two years upgrading the wiring, plumbing and a new, more efficient heating system along with much additional insulation. There was even CAT6...
WARNING _ THIS IS A LONG ONE (ha ha) At last.Finally the jury service had finished. Case closed, the guy never did anything wrong, as far as we could see.It hadn't been a bad couple of weeks, to be honest. We had a good bunch on our panel, all with a sense of humour. Seven women, and five men, including myself.We had been sent out after giving our verdict, and were pretty much just waiting to be told what to do next and, as there was a canteen, made use of our time by drinking coffee and...
Series 2, Episode 18: Kirsten It’s a beautiful day. A brief montage of life in King’s Norton in the suburbs of Birmingham. Scenic views of narrow boats crawling along the canal, of Tudor style buildings and ancient pubs. We come to rest on a very nice house in a tree lined street right on the edge of town. It’s warm and sunny, and the trees are still. Birds chirp. In one of those houses, we watch as a casually dressed, pretty young woman with flowing red hair, tidying up an elegant kitchen...
Series 3, Episode 20: Carin Basham Pan around a large public park – grassed areas stretch away on either side of a concrete pathway. Dogs are running around together whilst owners watch on. It’s a brisk autumn day and the trees have already lost most of their leaves. The wind is whipping everything around. We focus on an older woman standing on the path and watching the dogs running around. Her blonde hair (turning to grey) blows in the wind. Her friendly face is warm and approachable....
Once again we fade in on our dark bed set ... Just that ugly rusty old iron bed, and the tired old mattress. No sheets, no pillows. Cheap and tacky. A single spotlight illuminates the set from above, casting a harsh light that makes things look even cheaper. We hear the fast clicking of heels on concrete – and whip the camera around quickly so we can see this week’s guest approaching. She’s short and thin – young and dark-skinned. Her red bikini briefs and bra are almost invisible against...
She stepped of the train, tired, miserable after a two day ride. The heat and humidity hit her like a physical slap. "Who the hell would voluntarily live here?" she thought as she dragged her cases behind her. No one offered to help. "So much for the vaunted Southern hospitality you hear about in books and movies. Maybe Hardy put the word out through the redneck grapevine." Thinking his name caused her a brief flash of pain. Yes, damn it, what happened was her fault, but he should...
She sat there, shocked so badly she couldn't even cry. He really was gone. She looked over at Bill. "Is it really over?" "I'm afraid so. For what it's worth, there was a couple of times when I thought you two would make it." "But why? I've grown up, changed into a better person, didn't he see that?" "Yes he did. He once told me how proud he was of how you matured, and the way you took to family down here." "Then why?" Bill sighed. What he was about to tell her would be...
Steve owned a traditional Bed & Breakfast. His girlfriend, Isabel, lived there with him and helped him to run the inn. They had enjoyed several years of steady business and a good life, until the recession hit. Business slacked off and the discussion turned to how to increase business. There was the typical discussion of reducing rates, offering a free night’s stay, special packages and the usual marketing strategies. One night, during a particular steamy sex session, a thought came up. Steve...
Steve and Isabel started the day with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Their first guests would be arriving at Cum On Inn. It was just a few months ago that they had decided to turn their traditional bed and breakfast into a sex-themed inn. Isabel would be part of the package offering the wife of the couple her first bi-sexual experience as well as her first anal experience. Isabel dressed with great thought. She wanted to be sexy and appealing to their guests, but at the same time put the...
FetishSteve owned a traditional Bed & Breakfast. His girlfriend, Isabel, lived there with him and helped him to run the inn. They had enjoyed several years of steady business and a good life, until the recession hit. Business slacked off and the discussion turned to how to increase business. There was the typical discussion of reducing rates, offering a free night's stay, special packages and the usual marketing strategies. One night, during a particular steamy sex session, a thought came up. Steve...
AnalThe Immortal Witch Inn Part 2: The Tomboy By M W Lord Heather's mother died giving her birth. Heather's father raised her the best he could but that was like a boy. She liked sports and building things. For as long as she could remember she felt like she was a guy. But sometimes she just had to go a long as a girl. In high school she even took classes in carpentry while the other girls took home economics. She never was attracted to the boys in school but she found...
The Beautiful Visitor from the Jade Inn Michael, it's your wife Anne," the Receptionist informed him. "You'll never guess who's here in the Bay Area," Anne explained, her dulcet sexy voice purring into his ear. "Hon - I'm due in Court in less than an hour, so you'd better tell me," Michael laughed. "Garrett and Su Lin... They really did come. I didn't think they would." Anne's voice sounded excited, as if she couldn't quite believe it herself. "Well, Maybe they'll want to...
Shortly after their marriage, Anne had quit her job. Michael, her new husband, a Corporate Lawyer quite well off, had insisted. For almost a year now, Anne had luxuriated in her new life and had delighted in satisfying her new husband's every whim. When she unearthed Michael's one secret fantasy, she had willingly gone along with it. The day after their wedding Michael had seemingly innocently remarked to his new bride that the young Chinese woman, Su Lin, working the front desk at the Jade...
For my best fuck in the Month of October, allow me to open up with the following scene: It is ten-thirty on a Saturday morning. I am lying on top of a lush bodied woman named Cathy, pumping her pussy. She has some great tan lines that highlight her plush hooters and her nipples are button hard, and I lick one of them. Her hands are playing over my back and ass. Another woman, named Marsha, is on her knees to my left and she has her ample titties d****d over my shoulders. She brushes and...
October Intervention By Tyrone Slothrop Chapter 1: Vacation Cruise The small yacht was going down as Emily looked through the storm. Fred was laying on the beach unconscious, completely tired after his futile attempts to swim out and get any supplies. Their ten year anniversary trip around the world was looking like their final vacation. Emily worried that after five days of insane seas and wind they were far off any shipping lanes. The island was anything but tropical, stuck...
Friday morning brought the end of the week but the first of October and my first day with Tina. I’d spent a month with Fallon and one with LuAnn and they were great. I was certain I’d spend the rest of my life with one or the other of them but I still didn’t know which one. It was a pleasurable dilemma. But October was for Tina. I didn’t have high hopes for October. It wasn’t because I didn’t like Tina. I did. I really did. I just thought she was out of my league. She was the only one of the...
October 1 I got Katie’s home and cell phone numbers from her yesterday and talked to her last night. Mostly we talked about school and classes and people. When I asked her whether she wanted to go to the Homecoming Dance coming up later in the month, she practically screamed her answer at me and told me what she thought of for asking me. Don’t worry, she said yes and thought that I was the most wonderful person in the world for asking her to go to her first high school dance. Her mom heard...
The Sugar Hill Inn Chapter 2 Nikki returned to her room, took a shower and put on her full-length nightgown over her panties and filled bra. Despite her physical and mental exhaustion, she found sleep difficult. Images of the day haunted her and she felt the grip of humiliation and fear. Over the past 18 hours, since her arrival at the Sugar Hill Inn, Nikki had experienced a fuller range of emotions then she had ever thought possible. She had experienced life as her true self for the...
I knew the house was going to be a fixer-upper when I saw it on Zillow. According to the price and tax history, the home had sat vacant for long periods of time between buyers. The house was built in 1870 and still had, “good bones” as the television house DIY people would say.I work a second job on my days off from the firehouse. Recently, I decided to quit working a part-time job and enjoy an open schedule and free-time.I bought the house knowing I would have to do quite a bit of...
SupernaturalI wrapped up breakfast at the dining room table, entranced by my wife’s jiggling booty. She was clearing the sink of dirty dishes wearing an old shirt of mine that fell some inches above her knees; leaving me salivating at those thick, beige-toned legs. A deep breath, sigh, and throat clearing later, I sprang to my toes and shuffled over to her carrying my just used wares. I reached around in an embrace and placed my utensils into the sink, attempting to steal a nibble at her neck. A mission...
SupernaturalPrologueI knew I would always remember taking my high school buddy, Napoleon’s virgin ass on that picnic table in a warm lemon grove back in my hometown of Laredo. There was so much I would remember from that trip back in July- my twin brother’s military funeral the day before, after he’d been killed in a bombing in Iraq… the wild encounter that erupted the same evening between our old high school friend Napoleon and me when I found him going through my brother’s stash of old, cum-stained...
After his wet onyx shaft slid out of her in a gush of cum, I couldn't wait to slide mine into the warm pool of cream that remained in her stretched and open pussy. He was right there still, beneath her, his semi-flaccid monster and huge balls in close proximity to where I so desperately wanted to be; it was a little weird sliding into her with him still there, in the position in which they'd just finished enjoying each other, but I was too aroused to care and forged ahead. My aching cock...
Threesomes[©2010 BY CLINTON09, ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18, NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] C and C (Carl and Candy, née Candace) were at their traditional seats in the pew, front and center. The church service went well, no one had nodded off to sleep and most everyone was there in spite of the important NFL playoff game set for one hour later. It appears the church wives prevailed upon their men to forego the pre-game show for a little churching up. In the parking lot, C and C’s friends were...
The Inn: Watch Where You Sit By Mr. Pec A weary traveler entered the Inn and ploped himself down on a barstool. He ordered a beer and started to give the lovely barmaid an eyeful. "Best you watch who you stare at in here, Mister," said the bartender. "Oh yea, says who?" snapped the traveler, never taking his eyes off the wench's healthy cleavage. "The name is Keep, and you best take my words to heart." Finally the man looked back at the bartender. "Why, you going to do...
The Inn: Kisa and Randall By Mr. Pec A young, armored, weary female entered the empty Inn and was instantly recognized by the owner. "Hello Kisa! how've you been?" he bellowed. "G'day, Keep. I'm well, and you?" she responded as she stepped up to the bar. "As good as could be expected. Business has been slow with the war in Tyrin, but we make due on the weekends. What brings you back to the Capital?" "Business. I'm following a lead on a band of bandits in...
The Immortal Witch Inn Part 1: On the Run By M W Lord Jim was a forty year old man on the run from the mob. He had been on the run from them for the past two months after stealing ten million dollars of the mob money. At the time it seemed like a good idea. But now with a hit man after him he didn't think so. Just two days ago the hit man just missed him. He was able to get away by hopping on a train. When he got off the train he saw a sign that said: New in town? Try The Immortal...
The Sugar Hill Inn Chapter I Jay could feel his heart beating and the knots begin to form in the pit of his stomach as he drove north, through the rolling hills of New England. The fall foliage was at its' peak as he crossed the boarder into New Hampshire and he realized that he was less then 30 minutes away from experiencing his destiny. Jay turned 40 in January and he made himself a promise. After years of hiding his true self, in the proverbial closet and the relative safety of...
Honeymoon Inn By Kyrie Hobson As the sheets of rain swept off the roof, they were split by the various gables and finials into translucent curtains. The light, but growing sleet added a glisten to the otherwise grey view. The scene would have been romantic, had I been here with a girl. But I wasn't. "This is just fantastic," Soren said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "what a great fucking idea. Why do we even listen to you, Kevin?" It actually had been a good idea. The...
I never went to college. I started my one-man company while I was still in high school, and it grew over the next ten years to the point where I had several hundred employees and we were grossing in 9 figures. And I was working 70-80 hours a week and still living at home with my mother and stepfather. My only luxury was the BMW Series 7 and the only place I drove it was to work and back. So when my mother died (I hadn't even realized she was sick) my world came crashing down. I would find...
Feedback greatly appreciated The Milano’s Jeff - Me - 54 Meg - wife - 55 Liam - Son - 16 Mila - daughter - 18 Jen (Jennifer) - Anything Goes Inn Night clerk Michael owner of sex toy shop Jess RV Park attendant Neighbors - Jack and Pat Bar - Hangin’ Out Here Price List Blowjobs $10 Pussy Fucking $20 Ass Fucking (male or female) $30 We had decided to take a slow, cross-country trip in our RV. We had no particular destination, and told friends and family that we’d be gone 6...
A week had passed since my company had moved to take post at Burbage, a small village alongside the Kennet and Avon canal. The long Indian summer had finally come to an end, with a vengeance, as it had been continuous heavy rain since the day we had arrived. It was now the back end of November and it was difficult to believe that I had been cavorting naked with Susannah, in the warmth of summer, not much more than a month ago. The rain was now sheeting down, the temperature had dropped like...
Today's date is 20/11/2016 and as im writing this post im lay on some cushions with my legs spread, exposing my fuck-hole while i slowly slide it up and down on my thick ten inch dildo. The year is almost over and when it is i will have completed 12 whole months without stroking my cock. 365 days without making myself cum the way most guys usually do. Because for my new years resolution i wanted to see if i could if i could cope with being an "anal-only slut". So whenever i was horny (which...
34. DAWNS DAIRY Saturday 13th Feb 2016As scribe I found last week hard Dawn after reading the birthday story Andy, her hubby, ended up in his chastity device and if she could have got her hands on me, well it was odds on my balls would have been her new earrings, me having written of us both, laughing behind her back at her frustration! Ok call me daft but I`d rather be truthful in these true stories, there`s enough fiction, on here and some of mine inclusive.However in mine they are either...
Here is the list of ten most popular Indian sex stories published on ISS in the month of November, 2016. Enjoy and don’t forget to share this page with your friends! How a sex-starved lady wanting to have sex after her hubby gone meets her devarji who ignites love, sex, and lust and then turning her into a whore in gangbang in the hotel room. …As soon as door got closed I hugged him tightly and we kissed and smooched for a long time just like true lovers, without wasting time he undressed...
Only in October (c) 2002 by Nom de Plume 1989 "Come on, Jimmy, it's time to get ready!" I bounded up from the family room floor and raced as fast as my twelve-year-old legs would take me. Halloween! Trick or treat! Next to Christmas Eve, it was every kid's best day of the whole year. Even if this year, I would be stuck going around the neighborhood with my stupid sisters. We had just moved to California from New York, and my parents didn't know my new friends well...
MARY SMITH. HANGED FOR MURDER. 31st. OCTOBER 1873 "I don't like this"! "Oh yeah," he sighed impatiently, "What's wrong with it." "It's dark," she continued to complain. "Of course it's fucking dark; it's ten thirty at night at the end of October," he replied irritably, "What do expect...blazing fucking sunshine!" "Please don't swear at me Andy," she scolded him, "I can't help it." "Can't help what," he demanded angrily. "I'm scared!" "Scared," he questioned, "Scared?" "Yes," she answered...
SupernaturalOCTOBER 31st, 1951. Daddy never cared much for fog. Like the time, in Central Michigan, when he was driving from Crystal Lake to home in Saint Johns. To get from Crystal to Maple Rapids, Daddy drove south on Main (Co565) to M57, then east to Carson City. Next, Pop turned right on Co 555, a straight shot to Maple. then south to Hubbardston and on to Pewamo to make a left on M 21 and head for home. That was Dad's planed route ... it's paved. In 1951, only main roads were paved. The area...
A word of caution to the readers who love the hard core stuff. This may not be the best read for you. I tend to have a little more setup and character development than some people want. Enjoy, 1txwriter A Holiday at the Inn Jake returns to the small county inn to see a new guest checking in with the inn keeper. The guest’s attention is on the hostess as they discuss details. While Jake quietly hangs his coat up he sees a young lady standing across the room by the stairs. She has...
A Young Boy's Fantasy Brought To A Darker Light When I was a young boy around the age of seven, I worked with my father run a small Inn just outside of the city. My father had inherited the old building from his father who built it along with his own father when he was a boy. Naturally, one day I would be taking over. The place was always busy. Businessmen and vactioners would always be coming and going. I usually helped the maids clean up the rooms and sometimes my father would let me sit...
true storyBlack BearIt was towards the end of May. The days were getting warmer, the nights were still a little cool, and Keri and I were ready for a night away from the k**s. Our friends Tim and Gwen suggested we join them for a night at the Black Bear Inn in Bolton. The carriage house was available, with its own private four person hot tub. There was one king size bed and a pull out couch… not ideal, but serviceable. We had been in the hot tub naked with them before, but had never gone...
The Inn: Brothers Written By Mr. Pec "G'day, Keep!" The innkeeper turned and saw a young woman entering his establishment, her face smiling and a hand waving. "A fine morning to you M'lady! What brings you into town this early?" She made her way to the bar and plopped down on a stool. Keep instantly poured a glass of milk and set it before her as she got comfortable. "I had some business to take care of with the land magistrate." She took the milk and drank...
Foreshadowing Victoria, having grown tired of working for/with Hugh - has accepted the full time position of Front Desk Manager at the Inn where she had worked in a part-time capacity in Stowe, VT. This is her story They had met over the internet, inasmuch as one can call that "meeting", and after exchanging emails, and numerous phone calls between them, he had asked if she would like to have a visitor. She accepted his offer, and made the room arrangements, using her position at the...
Thursday Night's Rendezvous at the Jade Inn Thursday morning came, and Anne was up early. Stepping out of the shower, smelling clean and fresh, she called to her husband, Michael, "Honey, are you ready? You know we're supposed to meet Garrett and Su Lin for breakfast at the Scrimshaw Café." Michael laughed. "I'm ready. I'm just waiting for you." Several minutes later, after a short walk, Anne and Michael arrived at the Scrimshaw Café. There they found Garrett and Su Lin waiting for...