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We returned home and I told her to try the new clothes. She was excited too and went to her room. After a while she came out but still wearing her salwar kameez. She told me she liked it very much but that they were a bit tight. I told her that is how it is supposed to fit and will become comfortable with time. I knew she was just shy to wear that in front of me. I had never seen her in anything else than her salwar kameez before. I talked about how she must have seen the girls in mall wearing...
A lazy staturday started with my door bell ringing, it was Bodan and with his lovely cousin. I invited them in and helped with their luggage. I had cleared up the bedroom next to the kitchen for them, where they settled. After a brief survey of the house I asked them to setup their room and take rest. Everyone was tired so we ordered food and just relaxed watching TV. I did not want to make any moves too quickly. I just wanted Anita to get a little comfortable here. A few days passed without...
Hi, this is Radhakrishna once again with a hot encounter with a sexy flower selling beauty. I am 28 years of nice looks and a horny guy. Whenever I have free time, I used to roam on the roads to chase the girls. In the process I found a girl, who sells the flowers at a flower stall near my house. First let me describe her. Her name is Madhavi of 25 years and unmarried girl. She always wears chudi. She is fair in color and has very cute face. But her main drawback is her personality. She must be...
WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. DELETE NOW IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO VIEW THIS TYPE OF MATERIAL.The Author does not condone any of these actions, this is fantasy, make believe, ya know day dreaming. COPYRIGHT 2006: This story is copyrighted by the author, Stillbehindblueeyes. I?d love to hear from you Stillbehindblueeyes (at) yahoo (dot) comIf you post this else ware please let me know and give me access to it. ...
Saturday The vaginal tingling sort of feels like what I'd imagine it'd be like having a pussy filled with warm vinegar and baking soda--like that and sort of what it feels like when your foot falls asleep, but not as painful and uncomfortable. The sweet torture of pleasant internal fizzing makes me involuntarily Kegel around the plant's phallus as I'm sitting up. When I see that the coating of yellowish sap between the base of the spadix and the beginning of the petals has become a...
The Flower Dauphin To contact dauphin, send an e-mail to [email protected] Sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes. I do my best, but I am not perfect. I hope you like the story despite these. Some people are born smart. They know the answer to everything. Some people are born dumb, and they have troubles all their life. I don't know why I was born dumb. I really didn't think that I was dumb. I just thought about simple things and not big things. Like I wondered why does all...
The Flower Girl Caterpillar Girl "Are you sure he'll do it? It really is asking a lot," Tricia said. Francesca shook her head at her sister and said, "Don't worry I'll get him to go along with it." "Yes, but it's not like what you usually do with him. This isn't one of your little sex games to get you all fired up. You're helping me out here. I don't think he'll go along with it, if he doesn't think he'll get any in the end." "Trust me, dear. I know how to get my husband to...
The Flower Girl Chapter 1 ? Small Beginnings ?Mum!? I had just walked in the door and my daughter was already shouting at me. My name is Angela. I have a daughter Samantha, who is nine, a son Jonathan, who is eight. My husband Steve was killed in an accident 7 years ago, so for both my children I have been the only parent they have ever really known. We are a close family the children get on very well for brother and sister (so my friends tell me) and I have tried to...
Flower Girl By Caitlin Rose Author's Note: "Flower Girl is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It is a copywrited work of Caitlin Rose. It may be archived at any site provided that the site does not charge a fee for access and that the story is not edited or abridged. This work contains no sexual content, but it does contain cross dressing. If you're offended, don't read...
Well, I know a lot you guys don?t find Janeway hot and sexy but I happen to do ?Well, I know a lot you guys don?t find Janeway hot and sexy but I happen to do. Well when I was a younger man and she was younger. But I still find her kind of sexy for a mature woman. So sue me for using my talent to have a little fun with what I consider a hot older babe. I enjoyed writing it. How you enjoy reading it.???????????????????????????????? ??? ??????????????? CAPTAIN JANEWAY CAPTAIN?S...
I'll be posting more chapters on here over the coming weeks, but if you want the full novel, it's out now, so check out my author page here at scirotic.com/bl-overman if you're interested. Happy reading! Chapter 1 -- Ecosexual Saturday, May 28 There are roughly 611 miles of trail to explore in Olympic National Park, but here I am all alone and way off the official path, purposefully wandering deeper and deeper into this mossy wonderland. Not smart considering a thousand people have...
The Flower Girl Part 1 By Jena Corso Edited By Tiffany Manners Inspired by the Opening FictionMania graphic "So, I want you to try to stay calm Leeann and just listen for a moment!" said Beth after hanging up the phone with her cousin. "Little Hailey is in the hospital and won't be able to be in your wedding. She's ok, but she'll be in there for another week until she gets her strength back." "What! Are you fucking kidding me? Stay calm!" Screamed Leann, beginning to flip...
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Twitter Porn AccountsMany thanks to UnseenChagrin for her editing skills and encouragement, this is for her. Leah stood in puzzled silence as the deliveryman came into her workshop. He was delivering a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Her amazement was well founded because she was a floral designer with her own highly successful business. Who would send her flowers? She thanked the man for dropping them off and asked him to say hello to Paul, his boss, a friend of hers and fellow designer. The flowers were lovely...
By Dina PetroMaya and I graduated from high school, we both have registered for the same university for our college studies, which was in another town about 100 miles away from our town, being very close friends and neighbors, we rented a small Studio apartment and shared it together for a better freedom than the college dorms.Being both at the same age of 18 years old, very close friends, we got a long real fine, our apartment was very close to campus, only walking distance, besides the town...
My monotone life.Shrill beeps are always the first sounds my ears hear, followed by an illogical frenzy to get ready to meet another shades-of-grey day. Toes painfully cramped in their black shoe cages pound the cold, grey concrete. A darker grey building towers over me reminding me of my smallness. Banker clones brush past me in their dark suits, cramming into every remaining crevice of the elevator. The morning passes with sounds of the air conditioning humming, struggling to cool the horde...
OutdoorThe Flower Child by Ivan Homeless A grubby hand thrust itself in front of Zane. "Spare some change, guy?" "Uh, sure, why not?" Zane fought back the feeling of unease that came with fishing out his wallet in public, and dug out a wrinkled dollar bill. He passed it to the dirty man leaning against the wall in front of him. Instead of showing gratitude, the beggar snatched the money and lurched past Zane, who stumbled against the corner of an alley as the man zeroed in on his...
I guess you didn’t know I was watching your examination. When the first doctor left the room I grab my white lab coat and slipped into your examination room and introduced myself as a gyn/proctologist who needed to make sure everything was in working order. I direct you lay down on your tummy and then use the controls to lower you head while lifting you beautiful ass. I adjust the exam table so that you are completely exposed to the waiting room window and all the other patients, physicians...
My "Flowering" - A Memoir of a Special Day I am now twenty two years old and as is the custom, I am to write out a memoir of what my "Flowering Day", a year ago, meant to me. I will, of course, do so. So I have been told, so shall I do! Since the Great Realignment, which happened back in 2047, for the past 37 years, each young Unworthy, within three weeks, before or after their 21st birthday, must submit to the "Flowering" Ceremony. So I have been told, so shall I do! All...
The Flower Girl By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 2 When he woke in the morning he wandered to the bathroom to urinate. "Ah, you sit from now on! Understand!" Said Leann, snapping at him. "Maybe even close the door? By the way, nice 'fro cuz!" Albert wiped his eyes, waking up now as he saw his reflection of a wild mess of unruly curls around his face. He wandered downstairs where the ladies were having coffee and sat down, pouring some cereal. "Better stick with...
Tracy pushed a broom around an already clean floor, trying to stay busy instead of obsessing on her email inbox. She had not heard from William after going out to for drinks and wondered if she had misread the signs? She actually believed he was attracted to her, but maybe he just likes to date? Maybe he dates several women at a time? It was his prerogative, she reminded herself. She would not waste her time thinking about someone who was indifferent towards her, although he did not seem that...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The summer of 1890 was to be the start of my new life. At fifteen years of age, I was to be presented to society and I had expected that I would then be considered an adult. That, at long last, I would have a say in my own life, my own destiny. That was not to be, though. I was still just a doll to be dressed and used as decoration in the home of my powerful parents. I was made up and dressed and used to impress the visitors who came...
It was the year 2001. 15-year-old Newt looked at himself in the mirror. He could see some of his mother Laverne’s African American features looking back, but also blue eyes and a lighter skin tone that must have come from his unknown father. He growled, angry. Why didn’t his mom ever tell him who his father was? Her insistence that she didn’t know didn’t make any sense! She said that Newt didn’t look like who she thought his father was, and she hadn’t been with any blue-eyed white boys. His...
Once Abril and I were done with the shower we dried each other and kept the romantic mood going. When we were dry she kissed me passionately again and pulled my finger to her sex. Her slit was moist, but I was not inclined to press between the folds of flesh. Still, even where I was, some spots got an unmistakable response. Then she pulled us both into the bed without any hint of sleepwear. My answer and my surprise walked in the door. This west wing of the house has three bedrooms along a...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Langdon Beech-Thorndyke III was 'a catch.' Mother and Father thought that he would be a perfect match for me. He was twenty three and I was fifteen. My parents hoped that we would become betrothed that summer and then a grandiose wedding would follow in three years after I turned eighteen. This was my sister's summer, though. Miranda would be married in August to a Vanderbilt cousin who she barely knew. The opulent affair...
Tracy Wilcox wove through the stream of pedestrians, intent on catching the next subway and arriving early to the Mid-Manhattan branch library. She hoped to make a good first impression without seeming to have tried too hard, a precarious balancing act that brought on two changes of outfits before the normally self-assured young woman felt ready. She’d settled on a black vintage dress hemmed short enough to expose her long legs and give a peek at the tattoo on her right thigh, a typewriter with...
TATSU VERSUS THE FLOWER FAIRIES (Tatsu Story I) By C I. Invasion If you go driving south of San Fancisco some day, you'll soon find yourselfin the little town of Los Gatos. About the least remarkable sight in Los Gatosis Tatsu's Nursery, a jumble of huts and greenhouses on the town's main drag,just inside the city limits. Walk past the nondescript architecture, however,and you'll discover something very remarkable indeed: the lushest, most variedflower garden on earth. How can it be? you'll...
I was in an apartment laundry room when I saw them for the first time. And my cock went as hard as a rock. I've seen a lot of hot girls. I've seen a lot of girls that wore some very sexy things and that showed off a lot of skin. However, the girl that I saw on that Friday evening was one that I would never forget. The girl with the pink flowered panties. I was putting my clothes in a washing machine when the girl walked into the room. I didn't know her name or who she was. All I knew was that...
VoyeurI was in an apartment laundry room when I saw them for the first time. And my cock went as hard as a rock. I've seen a lot of hot girls. I've seen a lot of girls that wore some very sexy things and that showed off a lot of skin. However, the girl that I saw on that Friday evening was one that I would never forget. The girl with the pink flowered panties.I was putting my clothes in a washing machine when the girl walked into the room. I didn't know her name or who she was. All I knew was that...
I was at a restaurant, texting my girlfriend, Jessica, when it happened. I saw something that I could not and would not be able to forget. And I knew, at that precise moment, I needed to see more.I saw a cute girl walking in my direction, holding a bagel in her right hand. The girl looked like she was about nineteen or twenty years old. She had brunette hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a white tank top and a light blue miniskirt. She was already showing off a lot of skin, but I still wanted...
VoyeurShe lay atop the small rise watching him moving through the glen below. Her heart skipping a beat when she saw his head lift up into the morning sun then look upwards along the hill. Their eyes met, even at this distance she could make out that familiar twinkle. She could see the smile on his lips when he raised his hand and waved. She could feel her throat constrict. For she knew as soon as he cleared the ridge at the far end of the glen, he would be gone forever. The images of the past came...
The warm morning sun started to filter through the curtains of the bedroom window, the rays chased up the side of the bed and fell on Jasmine’s exposed silk slip and crept across her back. Jasmine lay there asleep with the sun warming her ever so gently, her dream had her placed in the arms of her naked lover whom held her spooned into a comfort of bliss. She began to nestle her athletic curved cheeks against her man’s slumbering member until she would feel it start to waken as well. With the...
Adrian Westbrooke decided he had to change his way of life because his present path was leading him to disaster. He was sick of the parties that turned rapidly into orgies, the booze and the drugs that were supposed to be part of the artist’s lifestyle, the hangers on, especially the young and not so young women who thought it was sophisticated to mingle with artists, he was sick of the one night stands. Above all he was sick of the mediocrity of his own work. Adrian decided on the change...
Flower....There is a young Eastern European woman working as a waitress at a local Chinese restaurant. The last 5 or 6 times we have visited I have found myself feeling very attracted to her sensually and increasingly more sexually. The desire to be with her is increasing every time I meet her and I feel I need to let her know but cannot summon the courage. I want her know how I feel and see if she feels the same for me.Yesterday we had a family party and I had just taken my seat when I saw her...
© Copyright 1999 DASTARDLY DODO ALL Rights Reserved John looked through the window of the flower shop to see if his sisters where there. He had left home after a row with his parents and hadn't seen his sisters in three years. Then, three months ago, he had heard his parents had died and he decided to come back to take care of them. Now he wondered if it was the right decision. He sighed and entered the shop. "Hey, if that isn't my favorite flower girl!" A voice boomed from the...
Tim and Emma were ready to go home by ten minutes after midnight. It wasn’t because they were tired or bored. It was because what they wanted to do with their partners could not be done in the midst of all those people. Bob was mellowed out by then. All he did was grab the half-empty bottle of The Glenlivet as his daughter pulled his hand, leading him out to the parking lot. “I’m driving,” she said, reaching into her father’s pocket to find his keys. “Okay,” he said, amiably. He wasn’t...
Book Nine: Blossoming Danger Chapter Seven: Flowering Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Knave Angela – Drakin Castle, The Haunted Forest Dust danced through the beams of sunlight as I raised my big, heavy tit to my mouth and licked at the salty cum staining my mound. I moaned, savoring the flavor of the swarthy orc's jizz. My tongue dragged across my pale flesh to my pink nipple coated in a glob of his cum. I sucked it into my...
I was at a restaurant, texting my girlfriend, Jessica, when it happened. I saw something that I could not and would not be able to forget. And I knew, at that precise moment, I needed to see more.I saw a cute girl walking in my direction, holding a bagel in her right hand.The girl looked like she was about 19 or 20 years old. She had brunette hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a white tank top and a light blue miniskirt. She was already showing off a lot of skin, but I still wanted to see...
"Break one-nine," blared out of the speaker on my dash. I reach over, grab the mike and respond, "Go ahead breaker." "Thanks for the break, anyone wanting a little commercial company go to five," a sultry voice responds. I drop down to channel five and hear, "Anyone make it?" "Go ahead darling, you got some company, where you at?" "I'm mobile, around the front street area, how about you?" "Coming up on the exit now, where you want to meet?" "You know where the empty warehouse is on Corporate...
Oral SexI was so nervous that day. Walking quickly to the flower shop. My mind racing with so many different thoughts.What if she wasn't there today? No she was always there! What if she didn't have time to talk today? No she always made time to talk! What if she didn't want to hear what I had to say to her? I needed to stop thinking and just get to her shop.As I rounded the corner and the shop came into sight I stopped dead in my tracks and almost turned and ran the other way! My heart was pounding so...
Straight SexTracy exited the train and walked up the stairs into the midday sunshine and the Saturday Manhattan crowd. The air was thick with humidity, the crowd different from the usual hustle-and-bustle business population that dominated the weekdays. Today it was tourists, roving bands of teens, families, and shoppers who meandered about the sidewalk in varying speeds. Tracy joined the stream of pedestrians and made her way to Finey’s, one of her grandmother’s favorite dining establishments. ‘Tracy!’...
A case of nerves combined with sexual tension settled upon Tracy as the cab pulled up in front of an industrial building that had been converted to residential lofts. William put his hand on the Tracy’s back and guided the way, even though it was obvious which way to go. As he led the way to the front door, it was now Tracy’s turn to curious about William’s living space. She had a few of her own hang-ups, but they mostly had to do with taste. On the ride up the elevator, she prepared herself...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Beauty comes from pain, Louisa. A proper young woman does not present herself unless she is properly coiffed, properly made-up, properly attired and wearing the proper accoutrements. That, Louisa, is what 'proper' means." Of course, I tried to argue. That is, after all, what an adolescent is supposed to do, but my mother would just purse her lips, shake her head in disgust and repeat that one sentence that she spoke most frequently...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport' ~ "The day of Miranda's wedding was cloudy and overcast, so perhaps Aunt Ada had been correct. Perhaps God would not waste a beautiful day on a wedding that would lead to a loveless marriage. Instead of using the vast tents that had been erected on the lawns at Golden Bluffs, everything was moved into our grand ballroom, which was large, but could not accommodate everyone who'd been invited. So, tables were also...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The week prior to Miranda's wedding was a hectic and crowded one at Golden Bluffs. All of our relations came to Newport for the event and many of them stayed with us. Unfortunately, we also had many friends and business associates staying as well, which did lead to some difficult choices. Father was a self-made man who had family he wanted in attendance, but they were from a lower rung of society. So, since the rooms were assigned to...
I was in an apartment laundry room when I saw them for the first time. And my cock went as hard as a rock. I've seen a lot of hot girls. I've seen a lot of girls that wore some very sexy things and that showed off a lot of skin. However, the girl that I saw on that Friday evening was one that I would never forget. The girl with the pink flowered panties. I was putting my clothes in a washing machine when the girl walked into the room. I didn't know her name or who she was. All I knew was that...
VoyeurWant to get kinky at Fet Life? Never before have fetishes and kinks been as popular as they are today. I don’t know if it is because the invention of the internet has led to a greater level of transparency and communication when it comes to peoples’ deepest sexual desires or if it is because we are just becoming more open and accepting as a society. Or maybe it is something else altogether. Whatever the reason, more and more people are embracing their kinks, and it is a beautiful thing to...
Hookup SitesThanks to b0b for beta reading this! Knave Angela – Drakin Castle, The Haunted Forest Dust danced through the beams of sunlight as I raised my big, heavy tit to my mouth and licked at the salty cum staining my mound. I moaned, savoring the flavor of the swarthy orc’s jizz. My tongue dragged across my pale flesh to my pink nipple coated in a glob of his cum. I sucked it into my mouth, tingles racing through me. I shivered, a heady thrill racing through me, growing with every breath. Thrak’s...
“Spread her open” said Paul as he took more pictures. The flash of the camera filled the room with light. It had been crudely decorated to look like a young girls bedroom, with brightly coloured mismatched furniture, dolls, teddies and bedclothes that read ‘Daddies Little Princess’. The whole room was covered in filth and grime, its walls adorned with dirty hands prints. Blood and cum stains. A vile smell hung in the air, powered by the stale smell of urine and excrement coming from a...
Sheathed within you to the very root, even the slightest motion, the most minute shift of hips grinding, make me cry out your name. It's more than just a reflex for those specific syllables to form into a sound that helplessly escapes my throat in ragged needy breaths. It's beyond a prayer to some unseen faith.It's like a primal incantation, a chant that calls to something so deep and ancient in human beings that we will never discover a name for it. The things that reach us the deepest, that...
Love StoriesJust goes to show how once you've been made love to and fucked so hard you will always come back for more. My asian flower called me on Monday, and I know she had been out of town for the weekend with family, as soon as she got home she picked up the phone to tell me she was back. I know she didn't want to go on this trip with her family but had anticipated being at home by herself until I came over, but that didn't work out. I knew she would be horny as hell over the weekend, so I planted...
It's been a while since I wrote about my asian flower, because she and I have not been together for a while, schedules, jobs, k**s, all the areas of life have been in full swing. Well let me tell you, I thought my Asian Flower didn't want any more loving from her black prince, but I was wrong. I was at her home while she worked, and she knows the things that turn me on! I love when she wears those very small shorts where you can see the ass cheeks hanging out, and she has the most gorgeous legs...
The Flower Institute in old Amsterdam made its claim to fame for its name by elegant deflorations. It orginated last century, after a special request from a young lady of noble class in Poland. She provided the founding capital for the erection of the foundation with its noble aims. Look what happened.Her hymen was on auction. Not to the highest bidder. Her financial offer was set. The most promising gentleman would get the honour to make her a woman.The announcement was only in Polish. As a...
The Flower Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "We know that you don't want to do this honey, but Janice was hurt really badly in the accident and we need someone to fill in, and you know perfectly well that it has to be a family member, and you are the only one that is the right age!" "But mom! A girl? You want me to dress up as a girl? Why can't Debbie do it? She's a girl." "That is true, Debbie is a girl, but she is only six years old. That's why she'll be the...
Your sweet lips spread so wide Showing their pinkness way up inside Your nectar flows freely from within covers my lips my tongue and my chin How sweet do you taste as I lick your smooth flesh Your arousal excites me to do my very best I lick each lip with the most tender of care set my sights at the clit hovering up there I push with my fingers on the hood that is there covering your clit from my amorous care I expose your button to the view of my eyes I lick and I suck and listen to your...
Erotic PoetryAntonio and Tracy worked together in thoughtful silence on a mammoth floral arrangement for a hotel lobby. It was something Tracy could do herself, but she wanted to practice delegating. Antonio was surprised to see her take a seat. ‘I’m pregnant,’ she blurted out. Seemed like as good a time as any. After a moment of stunned silence Antonio asked, ‘Are you getting married?’ Tracy looked at him in surprise, not that the thought had not crossed her own mind, but that this would be Antonio’s...
Last week was my wife's 65th birthday. She works out does yoga and stays in shape and still looks good. I had ordered her flowers for her birthday and after they came she told me the delivery man was black. I told her damn, she should have invited him in. She said he was young he wouldn't want to do anything to do with an old woman like her. I told her she might be surprised. here is my fantasy of what happened.I saw the flower delivery van pull in the driveway and a good looking black man...
Amsterdam was first in the world with many things. Good and bad. The first financial bubble: speculation in the tulip market. Tulips aren´t even Dutch, they originate from Turkey. The first banks as well. Happy to finance, speculate and invest in American independance. As the Brits were our favourite enemies. But also the first "Flower Institute" for transforming classy virgins into full blown women. But that´s a long story. Patient readers: welcome to next paragraphs.We did the "Golden...