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Chapter 01 The voyage to the new world Author’s note — This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else’s writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent. This, and the chapters that follow, were inspired by a reader. **************************** Ileeana Johnson was somewhat of a romantic. Ever since childhood, she had been an avid...
My name is Penelope. Some say I have that sexy girl-next-door thing going for me, though I don’t really see it. I guess you can be the judge of that. My auburn hair falls a few inches below my lightly-tanned shoulders. My eyes are a dark chocolate color with hazel flecked within each iris. There are a handful of freckles tossed lightly around my nose and cheekbones. My height is average, as is my weight. My breasts are nothing special, they fill the smaller side of a C-cup. As you can tell, my...
My name is Penelope. Some say I have that sexy girl-next-door thing going for me, though I don’t really see it. I guess you can be the judge of that. My auburn hair falls a few inches below my lightly-tanned shoulders. My eyes are a dark chocolate color with hazel flecked within each iris. There are a handful of freckles tossed lightly around my nose and cheekbones. My height is average, as is my weight. My breasts are nothing special; they fill the smaller side of a C-cup. As you can tell, my...
Straight SexYes My Lover and Fetish-Loving Mistress, you planned this one good...I walk in the door and I see a note that says to meet you outside. As I'm walking out to you a see a light and I notice it's you toasting up your cigar. You stand there with a big smile on your face, while you're completely naked except for a pair of stockings under your patent leather, thigh-high fetish boots. I walk up to you and kiss you deep, asking what you have got planned for me. I pinch your nipples and pull on them a...
i couldn’t help but moan, my hands gripping the sink feeling the cold steel underneath my palms as i leaned into a body that was so much more than mine, definitely masculine. strong hands moved their way over my hips and underneath my shirt just to tease by touching my belly. and then fingers just brushed up against the underside of my left breast only to slowly move their way down. I gasp loudly, breath becoming more panicked with excitement as i feel a warm mouth on my neck, gently biting and...
it was just one of those days where the sun is hot, but the day is cool, a breeze was just coming off the water cooling hot flesh from a romp in the sand. beads of salty water clung to voluptuous curves that were still quivering from the aftermath of heated sex with a new beau of the week. so far this one was different from the rest, more of a skilled lover, more into her pleasure than his. he could last a long time, and just thinking about his lean muscular body over hers in a forever battle...
i couldn't help but moan, my hands gripping the sink feeling the cold steel underneath my palms as i leaned into a body that was so much more than mine, definitely masculine. strong hands moved their way over my hips and underneath my shirt just to tease by touching my belly. and then fingers just brushed up against the underside of my left breast only to slowly move their way down. I gasp loudly, breath becoming more panicked with excitement as i feel a warm mouth on my neck, gently biting and...
it was just one of those days where the sun is hot, but the day is cool, a breeze was just coming off the water cooling hot flesh from a romp in the sand. beads of salty water clung to voluptuous curves that were still quivering from the aftermath of heated sex with a new beau of the week. so far this one was different from the rest, more of a skilled lover, more into her pleasure than his. he could last a long time, and just thinking about his lean muscular body over hers in a forever battle...
[This issue is dedicated to my writing buddy, Eric. May you live long and prosper!] Caleb Jones presents... Excerpts from the upcoming Post-Great Shift issue of The TV Guide (All copyrights are reserved to the proper owners.) TV Guide Picks of the week: Xena, Warrior Prince As a result of all the body-swapping of last week's show, Xena, now inside the body of Hercules, the son of Zeus; and Gabrielle, now occupying the body of her former best friend and new husband Xena,...
Excerpts From A Diary March 26 2001 Just another weekend ending with me and my wife fighting. March 27 2001 Sick of arguing, we decide to try something different. March 28 2001 Today we had an appointment with a therapist for some counseling. During the hypnosis I heard him saying: "Men look great in female lingerie!" March 29 2001 We have a frank conversation. March 30 2001 My wife bought me a set of bras, panties and stockings. They look great on me! March 31...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I don’t get out much. It isn’t because I am a wild, rampant nymphomaniac whose sole object in life is to fuck anybody and everybody I can lure through the door via the internet and sex lines (although I am sure there are many of you who were hoping I was). Nor is it because I am so agoraphobic that I cannot cross the threshold into the Huge Outdoors without sacrificing three goats, turning round 16...
First TimeThis story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.One day, anybody who is lucky enough reaches a point when they can finally say they had their first kiss (a proper full-on grown-up-type snog). The first of my friends to have theirs was Jo. All my other friends followed on after that. It is safe to say I might possibly be a late starter – my first kiss was well over an entire decade later than Jo’s. I was thirty two. Thirty two! Thirty, sodding,...
First TimeBC-2009 DADDY'S SLAVE by Max SharkeyFOREWORDA question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: what is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.The people within a particular society usually are well-aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the main character of this novel.Gloria is a girl possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which control her life and lead her to...
A Novel Approach By Jennifer White John Summers had always wished he were a girl. Ever since he was young, he had been jealous of his sisters. They clothes they got to wear, they toys they got to play with, the way they talked, the things they did... all what he longed for. As he grew older, he started to wear their clothes in secret. As he sexually matured, his first orgasm occurred when he lay on his stomach while wearing a plaid skirt. The rough fabric rubbed against his...
"There's a train leaving to Sprawlish Rabbiton in five minutes. If I get on it, and make it back for the Nine O'Clock to Shedclip, how long will I have in Sprawlish Rabbiton, please?"The ticket inspector winked at me."Long enough for a cheeky pint.""That's exactly what it's for," I smiled. "I'm hoping to meet up with someone.""A cheeky pint and a snog," he laughed."You're good!" I blushed, shocked that he knew exactly what I was up to."I do this all day, every day," he told me. Quickly, he...
First TimeEmma : 5ft 10inches, long brown hair with blonde highlights, attractive but not showy, recently left school, training to be an accountant. Monday 3rd May 2021. So, that weekend was a wash out. Supposed to be going up to Leeds for a weekend with Joe. Looking forward to a birthday shag. Got my negative test on Friday, then a call from Joe Friday night to say he had a positive so couldn’t go. Frustrated all weekend, had to resort to my vibrator which only made me more frustrated, l need a...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.There is a time in every lass's life when she imagines what a big, hard cock-pounding would be like. There is also a time when she can't get hold of a cock for love nor money. And what does she do, in such a situation? She buys a vibrator. Or a dildo. Or a banana. Or maybe, if she's ambitious, a cucumber. I'm sure some lasses consider purchasing a marrow, too, but in my opinion, that's stretching it a...
First TimeLet me tell you one of my fetishes. I do like shemale porn, but only if they looked very feminine and not the ones looking like cross-dressers. Let me challenge you to guess my age. During one of my hopeless days, I came across this person in social media, she was a trans-woman. She spoke very nicely and sensibly. We exchanged numbers and texted for some days, got to know each other. One day she herself asked for a meet. I too was interested and said okay to it. We decided to meet in a mall....
After Shoba left the house, I kept thinking about her. I felt bad to have rushed through without realizing how it might affect her. I texted her the same evening but again, got no replies. Back home things didn’t go as planned. The cook’s kid got sick and was admitted in a hospital there in Assam. So she had to stay back. I also asked the maid to spend some more days at her place. But I gave them both their salaries. Life again got monotonous. Although Shoba texted back, she avoided any kind of...
Friday, April 16, 2010 Just got home from my first "Pussy Party". Fortunately no one saw me come in and I quickly got into the shower to wash off before anyone come smell me. I reeked of pussy. Lydia and I got to the apartment about six and was greeted at the door by this big butch lesbian who first looked at us with suspicion then let us in. We were a little nervous. The place was filled with all these naked women of all shapes and sizes. Within minutes we were hit on by several women. One...
As a young girl my wife had a neighbor named Walt . He was a very tall Black man that had the only swimming pool in the neighborhood .All the k**s wanted to swim there and he would let them a couple times a week. Her bedroom had a direct view of the pool and his bedroom window . My wife's first experience happened one night as she was getting ready for bed . She had changed into her pj's with the curtains open . As she was closing them she had noticed Walts curtains were open as well . She...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Even in my daydreams, which largely featured a handsome prince who saw me completely differently to how I really am, more time was spent waiting and dreaming of him in those solitary imaginings than I did actually with him in them. I believe that was prophetic, leading into (or perhaps from?) pathetic. When it comes to sex, with two startling exceptions, all of that...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. One day, anybody who is lucky enough reaches a point when they can finally say they had their first kiss (a proper full-on grown-up-type snog). The first of my friends to have theirs was Jo. All my other friends followed on after that. It is safe to say I might possibly be a late starter – my first kiss was well over an entire decade later than Jo’s. I was thirty two. Thirty two! Thirty, sodding,...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. There is a time in every lass’s life when she imagines what a big, hard cock-pounding would be like. There is also a time when she can’t get hold of a cock for love nor money. And what does she do, in such a situation? She buys a vibrator. Or a dildo. Or a banana. Or maybe, if she’s ambitious, a cucumber. I’m sure some lasses consider purchasing a marrow, too, but in my opinion, that’s stretching it...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I don’t get out much. It isn’t because I am a wild, rampant nymphomaniac whose sole object in life is to fuck anybody and everybody I can lure through the door via the internet and sex lines (although I am sure there are many of you who were hoping I was). Nor is it because I am so agoraphobic that I cannot cross the threshold into the Huge Outdoors without sacrificing three goats, turning round 16...
My name is Melvin or Mel for short except when I dress up as a girl and then I’m Melani. I am 14 live with my single Mom and enjoy my summers because I have nothing to do except pursue my passion, sex. There are three things I like to do and I can’t say that I prefer one or the other. I love the feeling of a hard cock in my hands and mouth; I love to feel a hot, wet pussy grip my tongue and I love dressing up like a girl. I’m well known at the Thrift Store for picking out cloths for my...
Don't worry, I will always answer your so nice and hot messages... :-)))) It's only that I don't have always time to answer you immediately but be sure that you make me wet... :-PPPP Sorry but I prefer to don't tell you from which side of the world I'm writing, that was in the deal with my husband. I hope and wish that you understand. Who knows maybe one day you will suck my nipples and not only... :-))) Never say never... :-))) Yes I think so that it's tough move go into therapy with your wife...
Hi fellas, this is Nathan, 25 years old gentleman who loves exploring kinks with other people. I usually surf around the web to connect with people who are into cuckold and other fetishes. I have my fair share of experience meeting people and being part of their fantasies. A lot of Indians pose themselves as cuckold but are merely fake ones. I have had the most enjoyable experience with white people who really enjoy sex and are straightforward about what they want. So, while surfing the web,...
He'd been writing erotica for some time now, and had enjoyed a reasonable amount of feedback from the sites he'd frequented and had his stories published at. He'd been asked several times if he'd like to attend an informal meeting of authors from a site, all with similar interests. The majority of his work centred on his love of dominant females and the fantasies he often had about them. Meeting such women was a dream to him, and he was not sure about how his exposure would make him react. It...
He'd been writing erotica for some time now, and had enjoyed a reasonable amount of feedback from the sites he'd frequented and had his stories published at. He'd been asked several times if he'd like to attend an informal meeting of authors from a site, all with similar interests. The majority of his work centred on his love of dominant females and the fantasies he often had about them. Meeting such women was a dream to him, and he was not sure about how his exposure would make him react. It...
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Chapter 1: ‘It was the Dog’s Fault, Honest’ Ned was Red again. His parents taught him to be nice person, to keep his calm and not show anger. Unfortunately, they never taught him how to deal with it. So he bottled it up inside and stored it in his liver, where it simmered and bubbled. Then, every six months like clockwork, he would explode and let it all out at once. Usually he did this at school with a tetherball that he pretended was someone’s head. He broke so many tetherball chords that...
Bob went bounding off at full speed. Ned, too busy running to hear anything but his own pounding heart and slapping feet, was headed to the same spot. He saw a dark and quickly growing shadow and looked up just as Bob leapt, paws wide and tongue ready for a hello slobber. Before Ned could do anything, Bob knocked him onto the grassy yard of the house on the corner, and was licking Ned’s head, face, arms and neck, his tail wagging madly. Ned tried to wrestle Bob away but gave up as he started...
Birds singing, trees gently swaying in the wind and me smiling in anticipation of what was to come. Reaching the door I stood there contemplating my future actions and their implications. For the second time, everything about my life would change for the better. Not so much for who I know will answer the door. As I hear footsteps approaching I briefly considered backing up and calling this whole thing off. Two minutes later, the door opens and there she stands in pajama bottoms and a...
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Foreword ‘There’s an interminable fog about the place, a fog that surrounds my body at all times, a fog that seeps all the way through into my mind. I can never get it to go, and sometimes I feel like I’m living a solitary existence in a secluded, remote cave in the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don’t even get the sight of a misty coated sea to gaze at, for me it’s just a grey and horrid sight, with a trail of pollution drifting through into my cave in unravelling smoke. I guess I should be...
Chapter 1: Hospital "So.... today's the day." I say, sadly. My name is Gene Taylor. I'm an orphan, who may be saying goodbye to my only friend. "Yeah... ten more minutes." Samantha replied. Samantha Hunter. She's my best friend. My only friend. We grew up together. Just us against the world. Her ginger hair framed her pale face, as she looked at me blankly. It's one of those things everyone knows. When you know someone, you know how they're feeling, regardless of what they're showing. "You're...
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The phone on his desk buzzed. Amar picked it up and heard a sugary female voice say, “Can you please drop into my room?” Amar’s gut tightened. That voice had a dangerous sweetness to it He looked at his watch, 5.30 on a Friday evening. Sadistic bitch; she would call him just as he was leaving work and screw up his evening. But then he had no other choice but to put up with her. He had recently lost his high paying job in a software company and had to settle for a mid-level position in the media...
Dopaharko 1.30 baje mai airport pe utra aur sidhe hotel ki taraf taxime baithke rawana hua. Waha pahilesehi mere naam se kamra book tha. Ek bahut hi sundar Receptionist ne muskarate hue muze welcome kia aur room ki chabi mere haath me thama di. Mai use dekhta hi reh gaya kya qayamat ki bala thi. Usne maroon scirt aur white top pehna tha aur red color ki tie bandhi thi. White top se uski white bra dikh rahi thi aur usme chunchiyoki golai gazab dha rahi thi. Sunahare baal gora chitta badan, sudol...
Prologue Friday night, no different from any other night the restaurant buzzed with people. Waiters taking orders, young couples on first dates to a group of women sat at their usual table drinking and unwinding after a long day at work. “Ugh, why did he have to be engaged?” “I did tell you yet like a moth to the flame you went and asked him out anyway.” The eldest of the group looked down at her friend who had their face flat against the table, right next to an impressive collection of empty...
Fantasy"Bingham," he said with a stern look, narrowing his eyes and putting on his super-serious look, ready for another class, the unending challenge of instruction, mind clear for a change, "tell me about Theodore Roosevelt." He made sure to pronounce it Roose and not Rose. He knew some of his fellow social studies teachers lectured; he refused and generally played the Socratic ploy and usually enjoyed it. He suspected that the kids would have preferred if he just told them what was on the...
After school Monday they had the usual faculty meeting, and he was very surprised to hear that big Jim O'Reilly, an institution at the school and a major blowhard, a war lover among other traits, was leaving to take a job at the community college. "Mr. Thompson will take over the varsity, at least for now, and if anybody wants his JV, let me know, otherwise I guess he'll do both for a while." The principal produced a smile, his supercilious one. That was news, more money, something like...
The next afternoon he met with the varsity basketball team while his JV players did foul-shot practice at six backboards, just two shots at a time. "Who's the captain?" he asked them. They looked sour, unhappy, dispirited, one of those, maybe more than one. He knew he had to do something, something quick. He had expected anger and found dejection. "OK, Scott, you're a senior aren't you, so you're it, you're captain at least for now. Objections? "We're going to practice on Tuesdays...
The carton full of paperbacks was on his desk the next Monday along with a small paper cup full of red rose buds with a card taped to it that said thanks. He put the flowers on the windowsill, the card in the middle drawer and handed out the books to his English class and asked them to start reading, right from the top, Act One, and said that it was a love story. He waited for it, knowing it was coming. That's what this is, we're all playing parts; we have our roles, our lines. It's...
"OK, let's start with some definitions. What's a Progressive?" He mentally took a deep breath, diving in to the same old pool. Hope I drown, said something deep inside. The pool of despair, again and again and again. "Mr. Thompson, I know this is off the subject, but yesterday you said we used to have two school systems around here. That right?" The teacher nodded. "Uh huh. For about a hundred years." "How come I never heard of that?" The young black man looked offended or...
On Friday the basketball teams and the cheerleaders wore their uniforms to school and there was an assembly at the end of the day where they and their coaches were introduced. The cheerleaders led cheers and the pep band played the fight song before everyone was dismissed after being urged to come to the games, and, the assistant-principal added, to behave themselves. He went back to his room to pick up his work and there was Miss Collins. He had forgotten about her and her invitation. It...
They sat facing each other at the tiny table in the narrow kitchen with its metal cabinets, sharing sections of the paper, avoiding each other's eyes. They drank orange juice and ate cereal, sipped acrid coffee. "I guess we should make some decisions," he said as she poured them more coffee. It was strange, his mind was clear, his ever-present regrets had evaporated. No ghosts at all this morning. Very odd. "You still subscribe to the Post? Pretty expensive when you could get it at...
"All right, now we've read Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew and, I hope, you have enjoyed some of it for it's a heck of story and much of is very funny - dirty in places, of course, but funny." He looked around, saw some smiles and a few nods. Not bad, he'd seen a lot worse. He recalled the time he spent a solid month slogging through MacBeth with a reluctant bunch of sophomores, they seldom were ready to read their assigned part or knew what anything meant, and in the end, did not...
Meg fixed them supper, hot dogs and rolls with red cabbage out of a can plus a leafy salad with tomatoes and carrots. She had been cleaning out his refrigerator. He told her about Joe Shorts and his mother and their grand home and various antiques, big lawn and old trees. "She looks, I don't know, fragile, very thin. She's a worrier, a stylish worrier, a Jewish mother." He laughed. "You know what I mean." "All mothers are worriers, it's part of the package. Perfectly...
He put the JV players to shooting foul shots and had his varsity sit in the stands. He had been told that several people had applied for the JV job. "OK, two things. Starting today we are playing some zone defense as well as our switching man-to-man. Understand? And we are pressing when we score, every time we score. We press, scramble, but it's kind of loose. Nobody gets behind us, center stays all the way back and guards our basket. The defense is two out front, one in the lane, that's...
On Thursday after lunch the teacher was in the main office getting ready run off some history quizzes when two booming shots rang out, heavy thumps that came from the nearby front hall and shook the pictures on the wall. He jumped and the windows rattled. They were so loud that they sounded like nearby explosions. He ran out into the hall with a half-open ream of copy paper in his hands. And there was one of his former English students, a skinny junior, standing in the middle of the hall...
"What's a muckraker, Sean?" he asked as the class began. I wonder what my leg was doing down there, folding up on me. Very odd. Never done that. The boy shook his head but raised his hand. "What happened at lunchtime, Mr. Thompson? There must have been a dozen cop cars out there." "I don't know, not really. Nothing serious. One of the kids, a junior, got into some bad stuff I think, some kind of drug, maybe one of those you-know, prescription things, nobody hurt, window broken I...
"Okay, boys and girls, you are going to love this. Today, oh it will be so much fun, today we are going to write thank-you notes. Isn't that wonderful? Aren't you glad you came to class? And, even better, we are going to write them in cursive. Cursive. "How many of you learned to write cursive back in elementary school?" About ten hands went up, a third of the class. "You guys are going to help me." He smiled at them. "Now this is no worse that getting a tetanus shot or your school...