The War of the CrystalsChapter 30 Washington
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Washington D.C. in the fall is unlike any other city. Instead of the sighing winds bringing the smell of fires, we have the vitriol of a quarterback controversy. Instead of the crisp crunch of leaves on the sidewalk, we have the sounds of laser printers as the federal government rushes to spend any money left over by the end of September. Fall in Washington is also one of extremes in temperature. On one day it could be a high in the mid to upper eighties and the next it is barely out of the...
Cherry Blossom Time In Washington Each spring in Washington, DC there is a Cherry Blossom Festival. People from all over the country converge on Washington for ten or twelve days. The hotels and motels run about one to three hundred dollars a night depending on location. It’s the old story of supply and demand. My wife talked me into a hotel with an indoor swimming pool, a Jacuzzi in our room, and a view from the fourteenth floor overlooking the Potomac River. I told her that I had...
My visit to the capital of the State of Washington, Olympia, was not disappointing as your very own LESLIE LANCASTER made me feel extremely welcumed!Leslie is a bartender in downtown Olympia and after a few hours of serving me (and herself) some drinks, her shift ended and she came over to sit with me. We talked and drank for a few hours as she told me about her boyfriend and how big of an asshole he was being lately. This is the obvious sign to pick up on that a girl is open to play ball so...
My visit to the capital of the State of Washington, Olympia, was not disappointing as your very own LESLIE LANCASTER made me feel extremely welcumed!Leslie is a bartender in downtown Olympia and after a few hours of serving me (and herself) some drinks, her shift ended and she came over to sit with me. We talked and drank for a few hours as she told me about her boyfriend and how big of an asshole he was being lately. This is the obvious sign to pick up on that a girl is open to play ball so...
I Can See For Miles - The Protector of Angels - Washington DC Team JulieO authored this story, which fits into Chapter 20, Part 7 of Tyrone Slothrop's "I Can See For Miles". Ally Burns, "The Protector" is requested to help Angel while continuing her unfinished business with her old adversary. Series Originator Note: When I was looking around for someone to help Angel, Ally Burns, "The Protector" jumped right out in front. JulieO had done what I considered some of the best work...
The ringtone on Linda’s old flip-phone woke her from a sound sleep. Glancing at the time display on the phone, she saw it was already 9:15. She hoped that was an a.m. and not a p.m. time. Answering the call, Linda said, “Hello, this is Linda.” The voice on the phone said, “Good Morning, Linda. I’m calling from the credit union. Your debit card is here. You can pick it up anytime now.” “Okay, thanks for calling,” mumbled Linda. The lady disconnected and Linda slumped back sleepily on her...
It took Jim several weeks to organize his plans and make further upgrades to the Master PC program. Using what had been done to both his wife and to Cheri, Jim was able to reverse engineer the FMCA’s version of the software and exploit a few security holes they’d missed. His intent was to end the FMCA threat once and for all. Mentally he was more powerful than ever. He did not need the Master PC program to manipulate others, except in the physical realm. He could control anyone with a mere...
I'm stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes glued to the view. My mouth dropped open-in shock and surprise. Shock because one moment I'd been thinking about work and the next I had this vision in front of me, only a dozen paces away. Surprise because I'd meet Jenny when Ellen would visit her here in D.C. or when she came to Dallas for a visit. I never realized just what she had hiding under the jeans and baggy sweaters she liked to wear. It was like finding a pile of money under the floor that...
I had business. Don’t ask. I was in Yakima ‘fucking’ Washington at the Holiday fucking Inn. I kept getting a hard on all day, I was so fucking horny. I couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel, log on with my laptop, watch some videos on the you porn gay site and jack myself to satisfaction. Except, when I got back to the hotel, I knew I didn’t want to pretend, what I really wanted was to shoot my load in another guy’s willing mouth, hot ass or both. Anonymous sex is what I craved. Getting...
This is a continuation of part 1: http://xhamster.com/user/moanw/posts/483396.html And part 2: http://xhamster.com/user/moanw/posts/483400.html And part 3: http://xhamster.com/user/moanw/posts/490082.html I remember four blonde women from that time. Three were surprisingly freaky. The last one was possibly my favorite. The first blonde was a petite southern belle from South Carolina. Bonnie looked so put together when she opened the door to her gorgeous home. I would have sworn that she was...
This is a continuation of part 1: http://xhamster.com/user/moanw/posts/483396.html And part 2: http://xhamster.com/user/moanw/posts/483400.html After my second consulting project I was in demand. The jobs lined up one after the next. To tell you the truth, the women all sort of ran together. I can’t quite remember who was third, fourth and fifth. I can sort them by hair color. There were three redheaded women that I remember well. Missy was the redheaded wife of a representative from...
Looking up at the sky, I’m thankful that at least it stopped raining. Not sure I really like these static displays but it gives me a chance to fly into a town and land in parking lots. These little displays are set up to give people a chance to look at the equipment, climb around on the aircraft and ask us questions. I happen to be a helicopter pilot stationed at Ft. Lewis, Washington. I fly the Cobra gunship. This was my month to run the static displays. So like I said, at least today wasn't...
UniformI got to the Pleasures on Washington St. just before noon; an encouraging number of cars were parked in the lot. This is one of my favorite ABS sites with lots of ample sized glory holes—large enough for the giver to stick a hand underneath the dick he is sucking to get in some balls and ass play. Plus there are also three larger booths with wide benches; wide enough for 69 or even fucking. That’s all happened to me here before, and you can read about a lot of it in my blog.Today was curious...
June, 1971 and I had just finished eight years in the US military and prior to emigrating to england wife Sarah and I had taken a few weeks to visit with my parents and younger brother Tim in eastern Washington where they then lived. Sarah hadn,t been well the first day we were there and spent most of that day in bed while my father worked and brother tinkered with an old car. The following morning was cool, cloudy and threatened rain which prompted me to put on my old hip boots, gather up my...
Chapter 15: Epilog - Washington The cigarette smoking man smiled as he drove to work at the Pentagon on Monday morning. All in all, it had been a very good week for him. Although he couldn't be there to see the shit hit the fan in person, he had a very good idea of what had happened recently on the Island in the Bahamas. The intelligence satellites and the information systems at the Pentagon could keep track of just about anything on the globe, after all. Not many people on the planet had...
When Timothy’s family moved to an older suburb, he had no idea of the delights that lay ahead for him. When Timothy commenced scouting his new environs, these pleasures began to reveal themselves.About a mile from the house that his parents bought, ideally suited to his mother’s burgeoning pottery captivation, there was a large park, which would transform Timothy’s life. His homosexual predilections were well on their way to becoming a manifestation in his life, and the park would serve as the...
Gay MaleTime stopped. I watched in horror as a maroon sedan in front of me drifted onto the shoulder of the highway, suddenly and violently dug the right front tire into the soft dirt, and abruptly slewed the back end of the car around until the car was broadside to the road. I could see a blonde female inside frantically trying to regain control over the careening vehicle, but I knew it was too late. At seventy-five or eighty miles per hour, the car started to roll over onto the passenger side, and...
Chapter 3. Mr Johnson to the Rescue The story so far: Vera Hidebotham is set on taking revenge on her runaway new husband by desexing his18-year-old son, Lyndon Blonding. She feeds him a feminising agent, Fem-Agra, which alters his gender and gives him an urgent appetite for girlish dresses, enabling her to torment the youth through his fetish desires. The boy smuggles a letter pleading for help to his school teacher, Miles Johnson, who is horrified at the boy's treatment at the...
Streetwalker My wife and I enjoy a little roll playing in our marriage. My two favorite roll-playing games are the “Little Catholic Schoolgirl” and the “Streetwalker.” I love it when my beautiful wife puts on a “Catholic Schoolgirl” outfit that she got at a yard sale last summer. Usually I’m the “Head Mater” and have to punish her for something. She really gets into it too. It sure makes for some really good sex afterwards. Now the “Streetwalker” allows my tall slender wife to...
Note : This story is completely fictional! I was still a virgin at my 18th . When mom (Eva) went to sleep, my father sneaked to my room &fucked me while I was drunk. Next morning, I saw traces of dry blood & sperms on my pussy. I told mom & she gave me pills at once. I became calm when she told me that the first intercourse may cause little pain to the girl & that I was lucky that I lost my virginity under alcohol. She added that sex is fantastic but she laid the blame on daddy for not...
IncestHmm, she thought, what am I doing here? She smiles a little smile, shaking her head again, letting her long blonde hair fall across her face. Her fingers reach up to slide her hair back into place when she notices she had caught the eye of a very well-dressed older businessman. I'm looking at her legs, she realized and it sent a little thrill through her. Something overcame her- excitement?- and she pretended she hadn't noticed me, but kept me in the corner of her vision. My features are...
Samantha and Hannah borrowed Rich's 32' Bayliner Conquest for a day of water fun and culminating with an evening cruise on the lake. Tubing, sunning and swimming, they just had fun on the lake today. Having been on the water all day they decided to have an evening meal and wine in the cabin of the boat.After finishing the meal, they lay on the deck; gazing at the stars, laughing, talking, and so enjoying each other's company as a cool summer breeze engulfed their warm bodies. Samantha wore her...
When Rob started his new job, it was really the start of a new life. He had made the break from a life in the logging industry, not following every male member of his family for generations. In so doing , he had to leave the town, and in his case, the State. Back home, logging was virtually the only way to make a living unless you were willing to work for half the money and clean hands. Rob was the only one of his brood to finish school, and had a notion to someday go a bit further.Loneliness...
Despite the early and cold morning, Kelly drove me to the train station to catch the Empire Builder. Loyalty and love were among her greatest qualities. Somehow they were greater- and rarer- than the things her colleagues worshiped her for- incredible intelligence and a knack for instilling knowledge into the world around her. I was running away from home for a bit, and she felt the need to be there to see me off. It made me feel guilty. My whole family loved me, but she ... loved me more....
Even as they walked to the bedroom, Charley was kissing Gerri. He closed the door behind them. Carol had already started background music, which she arranged with seeming precognition on what would work. He seated Gerri at the edge of the bed and stood. "Before I do anything else, let me take a really good look and admire you. I saw a picture of you on stage, and I realize that you arranged yourself to look disorganized and vulnerable. I think I see the real Gerri here, precise and...
We waited for Tana, Mara, and Ray to finish, and then had them help Carol and I put Marie into the tub. All but Tana followed her. "I'm going to stay dry until I see Charley again." She smiled. "I think he and I have some unfinished business. I'd be glad to sit outside tub and talk, and get drinks for anyone who wants them. I will say that I really enjoyed spending some time with Charley. When I brought him here, he was far more relaxed yet ambitious, and he seemed to enjoy the...
Pleasures at Dressing Manor - part 6 of 7 The story so far: Young teacher Miles Johnson receives a letter from his pupil, Lyndon Blonding, 18, telling how his spiteful stepmother is keeping him prisoner and dressing him childishly. He takes the letter to his Headmistress, Alison Forceman, who secretly feeds Miles the feminizing drug Fem-Agra, so that he becomes addicted to girls' clothing and suffers embarrassing changes to his body, before accompanying him in his bid to rescue the...
Pleasures at Dressing Manor The story so far: Miles Johnson, a newly qualified teacher, receives a letter from his pupil, Lyndon Blonding, 18, telling how his father has eloped and his stepmother is venting her fury on him, keeping him prisoner at Dressing Manor, dressing him childishly and punishing him severely. He takes the letter to his Headmistress, Alison Forceman, who has Miles visiting her study every afternoon as a result, where he becomes addicted to the feminizing drug...
Dad raised his hand and was about to hit me. He was drunk as usual and complained that I was costing him too much. He wanted me out of his life. Tears were running down my eyes. I was a young 11-year-old boy living in a city in Russia. My name is Nicholas, and I was a bit small for my age. My mum left us and Dad was unemployed. We lived in a one bedroom flat that had lots of rugs and little furniture. There was a big old sofa that dad and I slept on. Dad never bought me anything. All my clothes...
Walk On The Street By Tyrone Slothrop Chapter 1: Internal Affairs "So you seem to be clear on this one Musgrove. What are you gonna do now? Take some time, hit the beach? Go to Disneyworld? I hear gay days are coming up." Roberts made his usual attempt at humor and was as funny as always, which is to say, not at all. Gerry knew he was finished as a cop. Once you did anything for Internal Affairs you either went upstairs with a promotion or your life was hell. He was very certain...
If anyone had seen Michael Gillian sitting in his parked car in a shadowy corner of a dark street two blocks from his ex-girlfriend's apartment, they would immediately think that something sinister was about to happen. They would be right. The failing sunlight and the subsequent lengthening shadows of evening helped to hide him from unwelcome eyes. He certainly wouldn't want a certain person spotting him here; if she were on to him, it would spoil everything he had been planning for...
Then early last summer there was some activity. Trucks going up and down the street. But I never saw anyone. I didn't think much of it until school started. I was now a junior in high school. My name is Devon, most call me Dev. I'm about the most average kid in our school. 5-8, skinny, brown hair, brown eyes. I just blend into the scenery. I didn't have trouble with anyone; I had enough friends. I was hopeless with girls. Maybe because I didn't play sports, or maybe I was just...
The man across the street.... As long as I can remember people had remarked how with my pretty face, slight build and general demeanor I should have been a girl. After my parents had died in a car accident, I now lived with my glamorous young aunt Charlotte who was a business woman who owned a chain of upscale fashion boutiques. Now, being a hormonal 16 year old adolescent, I was fascinated by her totally glamorous and sexualized way of dressing. Always wearing the highest of heels...
Look, I know I should've looked in the rearview mirror, okay?I know.I mean, I know now.I should've looked in the rearview mirror, or twisted to look out the back window, or hell, I guess I could've washed my car so the goddamn backup camera wasn't covered in dirt.There's a lot of things I should've done. There were a lot of things I could've done. The fact of the matter, my friend, is that I did not do those fucking things, and I ran over the crazy old lady who lived down the street.Well, okay,...
So it is a nice warm summer night. The k**s are all outside playing in the street and I have my garage open and I am working on my bike. Just a check over and a very good cleaning. I was planning on heading out tomorrow for a ride just to get away for the day. The night was cooling off finally and I pulled out a lawn chair and popped a beer. I was just sitting on my drive when one of the neighbors came over to say hi. I offered Dave a beer as I found out his name.he grabbed another chair and he...
Dear readers of this website, continuing from earlier episode of series. After Pappu and Neha, had a wonderful, passionate love making, in which they became one, they were absolutely committed to each other. None of them were looking for other person apart from each other. They were absolutely loved and lusted for each other. In college, they started behaving like couples. Spending quality time with each other, hugging and cuddling was common for them. They became the idol couple for rest of...
Pleasures at Dressing Manor - part 1 of 7 Chapter 1: Who can help poor Lyndon Blonding? Dear Mr Johnson, I am writing this letter to tell you about my stepmother, Vera, and how she has kept me away from school for the past two weeks. I am not allowed out of the house; in fact I am imprisoned in my bedroom with the door and windows locked. Not only that, sir, but my stepmother has taken away all my clothes. I have to wear a little short sleeved white shirt and pale green...
"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE."--Rod Serling *** The Mean Street ... A TWILIGHT ZONE story By Anon Allsop Marlene was a young girl that had made poor decisions all throughout her life, decisions that for one reason or another would haunt her until the day she would die. A day to be determined on the mean...
Pleasures at Dressing Manor - part 5 of 7 by PRIM The story so far: Young teacher Miles Johnson receives a letter from his pupil, Lyndon Blonding, 18, telling how his spiteful stepmother is keeping him prisoner and dressing him childishly. He takes the letter to his Headmistress, Alison Forceman, who secretly feeds Miles the feminizing drug Fem-Agra, so that he becomes addicted to girls' clothing and suffers embarrassing changes to his body, before accompanying him in his bid to...
My women’s group consists mainly of middle-aged women from our colony. It is a homogenous group comprising of about 50 women. Some are highly qualified ladies like Doctors, Lawyers & even CAs while most of us like myself come from middle-income households. During one of our casual chatter, some of us sat in a corner started discussing our private issues like drunkard husbands, issues about our children & other female health subjects. I was shocked when the subject turned to illicit...
Pleasures at Dressing Manor - by PRIM The story so far: Young teacher Miles Johnson has tried his best to rescue his pupil, Lyndon Blonding, 18, from the sissifying plans of his spiteful stepmother, Vera Hidebotham, who aims to turn her stepson into a girl. His Headmistress, Alison Forceman, accompanied the young teacher to the boy's home, Dressing Manor, outwardly to help him but secretly in league with Vera. The two males have been fed the feminizing drug Fem-Agra,...
Thank you guys for your appreciation of my stories. Some of you have asked me to continue this stream, so I continue with the next part. To give a brief context of the story up till now. This story goes back to 200 years where kings and queens ruled the provinces. I was a traveler passing through a province ruled by a queen and used to hate men. I committed a crime and was landed in prison. The prison had a different set of rules and different types of punishment. It was...
Hello guys, I am back after a break. I hope you enjoyed . This story is fictional and based on a virtual world. It has its own rules and methods to control and punish the offenders. I will drive the story with some pleasures for readers to enjoy. You can assume it goes back to two hundred years back where the rules were driven by kings. The province was being ruled by a queen, and all of her office bearers were women. They had a prison that was totally controlled by women for men and...
Hello guys, I am back after a break. I hope you enjoyed . This story is fictional and based on a virtual world. It has its own rules and methods to control and punish the offenders. I will drive the story with some pleasures for readers to enjoy. You can assume it goes back to two hundred years back where the rules were driven by kings. The province was being ruled by a queen, and all of her office bearers were women. They had a prison that was totally controlled by women for men and...
Bob Casey is an expert skier. He wished that he had the talent to make the United States Olympic ski team. He was in awe of the skiers that did, both men and women. Three winters ago, he was at the bottom of the nine turns that start the "Nose Dive" at Stowe, Vermont, with Billy Woods. Billy hollered to him above the shrieking of the wind, "There she is, whoa!" A woman in full tuck, clad in the red, white, and blue of the American ski team flashed by, down the fifty-eight percent grade, at...
Pleasures are in fact different from where you seek them. Therefore all you women part take in a divine lust of Lesbianism. JJ Dear Readers, this is your one and only JJ with the tenth submission to ISS, I wanted to make this submission a very good one and which will be in your mind for a very long time and give you immense arousal while and after reading. Therefore I have selected a lesbian experience but at the very same time I can’t leave away those of you who like a straight sex experience...
LesbianThis happened in the summer of 2010. I'm just a normal guy with a good job and I have never ever just straight up picked a girl up off the streets. When I go to work I have to drive through the South side of Richmond Virginia every day and I see them d**g up crack hookers working the street trying to find some d**g money, 80% of them I wouldn't even want to talk to or touch with a 1000 feet poll. Occasionally...I may see one where I'm like well dam what is she doing out here? But even then...
Weak sepia sunlight warmed the wooden draining board, tiny feet kicked excitedly at the prospect of auntie Katie’s arrival. Seated on his precipitous perch, the little boy could barely contain himself, his baby eyes seen only the chink of light as Katy appeared at the door with his mother ‘ma wee soul, come tae Katy ma wee lamb, it’s yir birthday darlin’ come an’ see whit ah’ve goat fur ye ‘ Katy pulled his little body into her fur coat and swirled him dizzy in her bosom. She grinned her...
He saw her wandering down the most famous street of debauchery and sin. Despite the immense crowd of drunken fools, he easily picked her out, sliding easily through the crowd as if it were the Red Sea parting in front of her. Many of the other men in the crowd saw her too. It was hard not to stare- a petite brunette, long hair to her waist, with a tight body emphasized by the tighter jeans hiding her long legs, topped off with spiked heels. Even in her high heels, she moved with a grace that...
What a fucking tease! That fourteen-year-old little tease loves to strut her stuff for me. Today Amanda was wearing a bra that made her big tits stick straight out in that tight short white sweater. The sweater was form fitting around each of her breasts enhancing them nicely. Her ultra low raise blue jean mini skirt showed a whole lot of skin below her bellybutton. I swear that it was low enough to show pubic hair if she hadn’t shaved it. Plus that micro mini skirt just barely covered her...
Anita and some workers across the street That Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day… But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up… I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs. Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly...
Never take a shortcut you aren’t’ familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. ‘Don’t go down dark alleys.’ ‘Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something’ Well this time I didn’t listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day....
My name is John Doe and I am in my third year in college. Every year my parents go on a vacation for a month and I come back to house sit. That way I can mow the lawn and take care of the pool. I also help my old coach teach soccer. I love the game and it keeps me in shape. My parent’s house is in a dead-end street and the field is at the end of the street. Just cross a couple of trees, jump the creek, over the fence and you’re there. So it’s much closer than my apartment. I help Monday,...
"You say you want to," came the brusque voice over the phone, "but you don't, not really. I can hear it. I know your type, you're too frightened." I nearly panicked. "No, no, please, I need you to teach me, please. Please I want to..." "You want to what?" she sneered after my pause. "You can't even say it, never mind do it." I heard her scoffing laugh through my cell phone and felt the sting as if she were right there. "I don't have time for this bullshit, Sonia." "No, really, I mean it, I...
ReluctanceAnita and some workers across the streetThat Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day... But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up…I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs.Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly in...
Never take a shortcut you aren't' familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. 'Don't go down dark alleys.' 'Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something'Well this time I didn't listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day. When...
The House on Sackett Street A love Story By Elizabeth Jane McDonald PROLOGUE The long hell was finally over and the government men left the house. I was alone at last in my new home. Alone, at last, with my new identity, my new name, my new past, and my new future. I was happy... and sad. I walked around the house for a while. It was filled with nice furniture, nice linens, and nice pictures on the wall. The living room was complete with a couch, two nice overstuffed...
THE MADAM ON FLETCHER STREET by Mistress Tressa The madam had just turned sixty five years old, but for her there would be no social security. Madam Lorraine had a scant employment history, for the past forty years she had operated a high class bordello on Fletcher St.Nestled in an older and affluent neighborhood, the two story house was one of the city’s best kept secrets. It catered to the wealthy and prominent, elected officials were amongst the most frequent clientele. It had never raided...