Her name is Rosie
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Rosie Part 1 Rosie was my daughter's best friend from the age of six. They shared a birthday, and given her particular family circumstances, she came round to our house a great deal. She was always different. Elfin, very pretty, she had more energy than anyone I have ever known. She was funny, hyperactive and extremely intelligent. She loved gymnastics and riding her pony. When she cycled round to our house in her jodhpurs on her way back from the stables, which was next door...
It was unfortunate that Maisie wasn’t wanting to come in but not knowing me I totally understood however the relationship that I had formed with her sister meant that more opportunities would arise in the future and having exchanged numbers with Shaz I felt she was sensible enough to use my number wisely.I sent a message to Mrs Lane to say that the situation with the pictures was now concluded so hopefully that would be the end of the matter and all concerned could now move on.I learned a lot...
Many years later, after taking my virginity, Rosie would tell me that it was what I wrote to her in third grade that initially endeared me to her. A couple mean boys had taunted her about her skin color on the playground and I was a silent observer of the incident. My heart went out to her when I saw her lower lip tremble, followed closely by a steady stream of large tears wetting her dark cheeks. She didn’t run away in spite of the hurt put on her by her young white tormentors. She just stood...
InterracialMatthew Rollins was thirty-eight years old. He was divorced, somehow he and his former wife's union hadn't fulfilled either he or his ex Sarah, and they had drifted apart. There were no children, and no hard feelings. They were still friends, and though they didn't often see each other, they chatted every couple of days by phone. Matt (as he preferred to be called) had had an injury in an auto collision while driving to work a couple of years back. The car that had hit his car had been a...
Here is a story about my ex wife and I from many years ago, reading the stories on here regarding cuckoldry and extra marital sex I thought I would share this with you.Rosie my wife a nice looking farmers daughter not skinny not fat just nicely made pleasant to be with and we had a nice life nothing startling but we were happy.This all took place in the seventies I was working long hours and Rosie (name changed) worked in a small office in a local processing factory. We had been married around...
Copyright© It was a Friday evening. I was a writer, coming home after a meeting with my publisher, and I was looking forward to slumping in front of the TV with a whiskey and putting something in the microwave before getting an early night. The train drew into the station and I got out and headed for the exit. As I left the station, I vaguely noticed a woman standing against the wall, and as I approached she turned towards me. 'Can you spare some change, mister?' She wore a loose off-the...
We’re looking at the beautiful English countryside – fields, stone walls, a few cows grazing ... Then we’re looking at a crowded sandy beach – kids building sandcastles, parents sunbathing ... Then we’re looking at a grim street of residential blocks – skinny kids running around as exhausted looking single mothers carry the shopping home... Now we’re at a railway station, a big, clean and vibrant space. A sign on the wall reads ‘BIRMINGHAM NEW STREET’. It’s a large modern space, with...
Many years ago, I made my usual daily trip up to the offices where there were lots of girls to ogle, and it was the time of the miniskirt and minidress, so I always ended up very worked up and often needing to spray the bog-seat with spunk. On one visit, I noticed a new addition to the staff, and soon found out Her name was Miss Rosie – very important as I have to chant Her name over and over as I rub my knob thinking about Her every evening. She liked to wear short skirts and soon I was...
We were in that beautiful, transitional moment after our morning loving. That time between heart thumping climax, and the stark realities of the need to get the day moving. She playfully nuzzled my neck, then pecked me on the lips, and bounced from the bed in the direction of the shower. Her lithe body all taut and sensuous as she disappeared into the bathroom. I shivered in delight, wanting to pinch myself to be sure this gorgeous nineteen year old beauty was really mine. Silently counting my...
SeductionWe lived in a three bedroom house in the country. Just me, my girlfriend and her mom and sister. We lived in california and it was always hot. Usually in the 80's or 90's. And Rosie would usually just walk around in tiny short shorts and loose little tank tops. Revealing her long beautiful legs and and decent amount of her tight little booty. She had dark brown hair and eyes, which were big, brown and incredibly sexy. I couldn't help but notice when she walked around. I tried not to...
My name is Rosie, I work in a diner. I’ve been in this town all my life, I’m 29, basically still a virgin, not quite but nearly. I haven’t dated in, ohh it has to be at least 6 years. Not that I haven’t had the opportunity. I’m no glamour but I’ve looks enough. It was just after I met him and fell madly in love with him, that dating other men became unnatural for me… He comes in here everyday and over the years we’ve talked a fair bit, he still doesn’t know that I’m in love with him and I...
Reddit FunWithFriends, aka r/FunWithFriends! Is there any sex that’s better than with friends? I’m not talking about the weird sex that ends friendships because the bitch couldn’t compartmentalize and, ‘accept what this was.’ I’m referring to the kind of sex where friends want nothing more than to fuck one another’s brains out, clean up, then go out and grab a beer before going home, taking a giant whiskey dump, then going to sleep. The kind of friend sex where everyone fucks because they want...
Reddit NSFW ListRosia martinez was 18 years old and she walked into her seventh period classroom late every day. Mr. Velasquez was a pushover, so he never did anything about it. Besides, he was terribly intimidated by her. She was one of those really short girls that looked tall – she stood at 5’1″ but seemed 5’10”, even to mr. Velasquez, who was well over 6 feet and normally very self-assured. Rosia had curvy, round hips and an ass that just didn’t quit. Her waist was so small it didn’t seem to fit with the...
Jill's meditation is going very well this morning. After talking about their finances with Gary last night, she woke up still thinking about what he said about creating a business at home. A business they could use to move their whore money into legitimate accounts. Sitting naked, legs crossed, and arms resting on her knees, she's deeper than she's ever been. As she sits in her meditative trance, she loses track of all time and space as she imagines herself being pregnant with the desire to...
Trans"Yes," the housewife said, "Would you like one?" She handed him the coffe and leaned back against the doorway. She wore capris and a modest short-sleeved button-down blouse. He had on his dirty jeans and t-shirt which clung to his tight, muscular torso; he was not your average plumber. Just then the doorbell rang. "That'll be him now," the workman said, and she went to answer the door. While she was gone he pulled a small packet out of his back pocket and emptied the contents into...
I own one suit (charcoal gray) and one pair of dress shoes (black) to wear with it. When it comes to dress-up, I'm not really a Technicolor person. I bought them at the same time about six years ago to wear to my grandmother's funeral. Since then, I've worn them exactly twice; once to a friend's wedding and once to the funeral I'm going to tell you about. Since I work for the U.S. Forestry Service as a ranger in Idaho, I spend most of my time outside and that means suits and ties are...
So we went at a nice hotel in town, just a night away for a dinner and some fun. Away from home and the routine. We Rented a suite on the 10th floor and intended to just relax away the day and night We checked out the bar and took a seat in a leather ensconsed booth which was very cozy and private. I got a couple of drinks from, and made some small talk with the bartender. A nice guy about 25 yrs. old. It was early, about 4pm and we had the place to ourselves As I sat in our booth I noticed him...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen."Oh, Mr. Wankles! You just don't understand." The little fat fairy plonked herself down onto the dandelion pouffe, causing her skirt to fly up and reveal her rather substantial knickers."Ooo, purple lace today, Daisy," leered Mr. Wankles."Certainly is, young-fella-me-lad," she sighed."And what sort of a problem cannot be solved by purple lace knickers?" The gnome sat back in his cumbersome velour...
SupernaturalThe nature all around us is wonderful ! It is so full of life, so full of gifts just laying there for you to pick ! Every forests, every lakes, every mountains can sustain your needs, if you know where to look ! It was Sara's case. The 25 years old blonde loved to walk and hike in the surrounding forests and hills of her hometown. By now, she could identified almost every birds, trees, flowers living there. She also had a very good knowledge about mushrooms, growing a lot between the logs and...
Mind ControlFuck A Cheerleader Fundraiser Let’s have a “Fuck A Cheerleader Fundraiser.” It was a ridiculous idea to say the least but it certainly got everyone’s attention when I said it during the meeting. The ladies on the committee were appalled and called me a sexist pig…and that was the most polite thing that I had heard. The men laughed but I knew that they all wanted to fuck one of those amazing young ladies as much as I did. Anyway the meeting was a shamble after that and it broke up with...
The F4F Fundraiser Our university has a preschool on campus for the children of our older students and our younger professors. The annual “F4F” Fundraiser covers the expenses and there is no cost for the parents of those children. The “F4F” Fundraiser was started by our Sororities with the financial help of our Fraternities. “F4F” stands for “Fuck For Five.” The full name of the fundraiser is: “Fuck the Sorority Girl, Student, or Professor of your dreams for five hundred dollars…all...
School Fundraiser by Le Chat Author's note: This story was inspired by the drawings of Splyf ("Visitto the Restaurant", "Dolcett Palace", "Westworld",and others). The story was written around Splyf's favourite charactersand was submitted here with his approval. "Welcome to Merle's Bar and Grill! A table for four?" The Malcolmfamily was greeted at the door by a nude waitress. She looked very youngbut, as Brent didn't fail to notice, her slender frame was adorned with a pairof fairly...
PART 1 - FASHIONABLY LATEIt took me longer than I planned to get ready. It took me forty-five minutes to style my newly highlighted hair in the loose curls I wanted to go perfect with my outfit I bought for the occasion: a baby blue Valentina cashmere short sleeve sweater and a white Marc Jacobs pencil skirt to match my six-inch white Louboutin heels.Despite the skirt having a flared hem, the lycra-cotton material hugged my hips and thighs. With every step I took, the skirt pulled taut,...
True?GOOD AFTERNOON, LADIES,? began Sarah Nilsson, speaking with the measured tone of the career politician she wanted to be. The light chit-chat amongst the Student Council representatives subdued into silence, as a dozen pairs of eyes focused on the Council President, ?We have one issue and only one issue today: the pool.? The handful of girls who hadn’t been giving Sarah their full attention immediately did so. ?I have just been informed by Headmaster McGregor that, effective May 15,...
DISCLAIMED - READThis is a work of fiction. None of the events depicted in this story should ever be attempted or recreated in real life, in any degree, for any reason. The legal council stated in this document may not be accurate, and should not be taken for fact. Replication of any of these events may result in fines and/or imprisonment. This work is copywrited by the author, Samsara. Any similarities to any person, place, organization and/or event are purely...
Fundraising AuctionI work in a large company and every year we have a large fundraising event. If you don't have the money to contribute, you can also donate any goods or services. All of the funds go to local charities, so it helps everyone. The event is held at a large hotel, and there is a large silent auction of donated items. There is also plenty of food and drink, although it is a cash bar and the profits go to the different charities.At the time, I was just making ends meet with my...
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Lucy Hogarth was a leading light in the local Women's Institute and in her own eyes, she was THE leading light. She was good at organizing things but she went way beyond just organizing and became bossy bordering on tyrannical. Some of the other ladies put up with her and tolerated her but a few almost loathed her, virtually none of the members actually liked her.She was aged sixty and her husband was some fourteen years older than her but most of Henry's married life had been spent being told...
SpankingII. The good man hard to find. Marcia was soaping the morning coffee carafes in the back room when she heard the jangle of the bells and Walt's cheery "hello." She smiled as she continued to scrub away at the indestructible orange ring at the bottom of the pot, listening to the flirtatious interplay between Walt and Grace, as regular and satisfying as a ritual. At last, Marcia dried her hands on the dish towel. She poked her head around the corner to say "hi." "Hey there," Walt...
Unexpected pleasure 3I think a little more background is called for as I continue with our story. This all took place in the early seventies please bear in mind no internet/mobile phones and all the easy communication we have today. I worked then and still do in the heavy plant business, a more macho occupation you couldn’t find and with what was going on with Rosie and I was to say the least a little groundbreaking. Most of the guys I worked with would never have considered such a course of...
Rosie Part 2 A year had passed. Rosie's last case as a lawyer had been to take apart the haulage firm whose driver been the other party in the M3 smash up. She won a massive settlement, of course. Throughout the lengthy trial Rosie moved back to London, while I mourned and moped and and occasionally compensated by intense bursts of housework. I also took refuge in comfort eating and drinking increasing amounts of Scotch. I had no desire to go out or rebuild my life. I was torn...
Rosie Part 3 My shame was boundless. I struggled to flee. "I'm so sorry. I can't do this. It's wrong. Let me go!" Annabelle gently me held me down, while Rosie hushed me with a finger to my lips. "Shush, Nunkie. You're only doing what I want. And I want the girls to see this. Settle down. That's it. That's a good boy." Her calmness, her reassuring but commanding tone drove all the fight out of me. I sank back onto the bed, sinking into post orgasmic languor, while my pyjama...
Rosie Part 4 I woke the next morning with a series of unusual sensations. I had slept on a shaggy rug in a silky garment designed to stimulate and torment me. My skin felt as if it were new, smooth and highly sensitive. My bed was occupied by two beautiful young ladies who had spent the night in a passionate embrace, and lay now asleep, entangled and spent. My erection, which had persisted through the night, was trapped in a silken cage, while my back passage was penetrated by a...
I had flown half way across the country to see my lover. We had not been together in three years; each home with our respective primary partners. Our relationship was open. It was very sexual. When one of us arrived and we were initially together, G was normally a little nervous. Once in our room, we would take our clothes off. We would hug and kiss reasonably briefly, and with a little sexual touch, I would be quite aroused. G would relax as my cock entered her and we would have a...
Slowly she nodded, "Ye… yes sir." her eyes watered as fear moved through her. Her face tipped down her eyes on the floor, "The Funric account… was lost to another company." He looked down at her, 5 foot 6 perhaps 135 lbs. Huge natural tits held up by a thin silk and lace bra. her blond hair recently re touched from her natural dark brown. he liked this blond look on her. made her look more of the whore she was. Her dark eyes stayed to the floor, her submissiveness sent blood rushing to...
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This time I waggle my wide hips enticingly, guessing the new and old sperm is dribbling in strings from my lippy orifice, I call out, “Who’s next?”Rapid footsteps, hands on my buttocks, as a person behind me kneels quickly, and then one hand shifts to my hip, the other goes to help proffer another hard cock to the entrance of my breeding box. There’s heavy breathing above me, it’s either the young man, or ‘Van Driver’ back for seconds, I don’t care though, this is what my sexual dysfunction is...
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