The Painting
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The Princess and the Painting A "Twisted Glen" Tale by Trinity CHAPTER -ONE- Paul was crushed. In all of his life he could not recall a moment where he had felt as bad as he currently did. Even the night where he had caught his younger brother practicing kissing with the dog was nothing compared to this. "Can I help you?" Paul looked up to see a very pretty girl standing in front of him. "No... I'm just looking around." He had often frequented the Timber Grove thrift shop...
He looked like a pirate standing there with a bandanna tied around his head, his dark hair escaping in wisps. The only thing covering his tanned body was a pair of low slung ragged pants that looked like they had been cut off above the knees with a dull knife. He was facing a large canvas and the sunlight was casting shadows through the windows along the western end of the loft when she walked into the huge area. She stood inside the door and watched as he brushed paint on what looked like a...
Note : This story is completely fictional! I am Anderson at the age of 18 a widow Mrs.chawla 34. My profession is painting. My mom loved my profession and I too loved her along with my interest in seeing her naked. I had interest in painting people with a good body shape. I have even drawn award winning paintings portraying the natural beauties of ladies and infact I am a specialist in this section. I could draw people’s body perfect and make them look like a photograph. For many years I have a...
IncestMy husband is in complete control of my body. He decides what I will wear, how I will groom myself, and who I will fuck. I love it that someone who loves me has complete mastery of my physical being. It is quite liberating, but terribly embarrassing at times. There are situations when I wish he would let me dress more modestly, but I love it that this lifestyle choice really turns him on. He knows that forcing me to wear a tiny top that exposes my breasts a bit, or lets my nipples pop out...
When he looked up again, Oleg savored the scene with all his senses. The small room was hot and humid, countless candles were strewn about, providing a flickering, cozy atmosphere. The young woman slowly rotated around herself, her eyes obscured by a crimson leather blindfold. Oleg couldn't get enough of the view. The color of that blindfold contrasted so well with the model's short, blond bob and her flawless, pearly-white skin. Drool was seeping out of her stuffed mouth and made its way...
It seemed so simple but the Comptesse had other ideas This in entirely a work of fiction Some sound woke Max but the siesta had left him completely disorientated. His unfocussed eyes first detected a blurred figure perhaps ten feet away but when everything finally snapped into focus he realised it was a woman and only then that she was completely naked. The female was posed with arms stretched upwards as if to welcome the sunlight and although he had only a rear view it was obvious even to...
The six erotic oil paintings I knew my spinster great aunt Philomena as a formidable, grey haired old lady. She lived in a somewhat neglected mock-Gothic high-ceilinged Victorian house in Ealing, near the Common. The elaborate geometric tile floor in the porch continued down the passageway, and in defiance of the Clean Air Acts, she always had a coal fire or two burning in the Victorian fireplaces, even sometimes in a bedroom, right through the winter. Her furniture was elaborate and...
This paint looked like cum-- I fantasized about it dripping off my body while I painted with it for about an hour, imagining it was cum from all the men my wife has ever flirted with. I didn't actually taste it but I sure as fuck felt it, exhilarated to squeeze the black nine inch roller as the white sticky liquid oozed all over my hands and dripped onto the floor. I was liberal and sloppy with the paint, letting it drip, imagining a Man putting His Cock inside Her, while I lay helpless in...
This story is non-erotic. There is no sex in it, not even a mention. It’s a story about a man who got a kick in the teeth from life. How he reacted to that, and a path that he found back. The big C is a real bitch, and some of us have had to find a way to put things back together. Or to deal with the loss of our loved ones. In a way this is a story for all the people who’ve had Cancer and found their own way back to life. There’s very little dialogue in this story, it’s all in the mind of one...
It was very easy to paint a picture in my brain of you standing before me in my garage, you see the hoist hanging down from the ceiling and a bench top full of rope, toys, and play items, each sending exciting messages to your brain. You are fully clothed, processing my request for stockings, garter, panties, skirt, top and a sexy bra. I move close and hug you giving you are hard kiss on the lips, feeling your melt into my arms. I pull back slightly and move my lips to your ears, whispering...
I stop to ask if he wants to go inside. With a devilish look in his eyes, he gets off me, and pulls me after him. We make it to the back door, he turns around and we kiss some more. He wraps his legs around me, I heave him up, leaning him against my hardening penis, I can feel his youthful manhood press against my stomach as we kiss. I push the back door open, and carry Him inside, he releases his grip around my neck and sets down on his own two feet. With one smooth yank, he peels my tshirt...
Evan laid back on his bed with a sigh. He was exhausted, stressed, and he missed Cat. He hadn’t seen her in over a week. At least she would say more than two words when he called now. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d done to piss her off, but he was sure that she would tell him. He guessed it had something to do with him being inconsiderate of something. Sometimes, it was easy to forget she had feelings. She rarely showed them. He didn’t feel like things were going so well between them at the...
Cat sat in her spinning desk chair with her knees pulled up to her chest and her elbows propped on her knees. People told her she never looked comfortable sitting like that, but she didn’t see why. Her name said a lot about her nature. While ‘Cat’ was short for Catherine, Catherine Williams, she had the natural grace and light-footedness of felines. She was also standoffish and a little prickly at times, as well as well-groomed, adorable, and fun to watch. She was thinking. And she was...
Cat couldn’t get Evan out of her head. She had been trying since the moment he walked away from the café table the previous night. ‘Damn’ she muttered as she stood up from the kitchen table in her apartment. She walked to the refrigerator to get chilled water. She leaned against the cabinet and stared at the drawing pad on the table. The beginnings of a cityscape were apparent. The foreground was entirely erased. She often used either herself or Ande for the model of any woman in her art and...
It was nice to be able to spend the day grooming, being artistic, and cooking. Cat had just finished taking a pan of cinnamon buns out of the oven and flopped down on the sofa to lounge and think for a few minutes. She had no idea what time Evan would be back. It was still early in the afternoon, so she probably had a little while. He had left her a key and she had wandered the neighborhood around his apartment, going into little shops of various sorts until she had a small supply of grooming...
"Fingercuffs". Okay, I admit it, its all my fault. I was the one who suggested going out for a drink. It was me who thought we could take Mark along as he seems a bit down just recently. It was also me who agreed to going back to his for a nightcap. I gladly accept all the blame for what happened next. Even if none of it was my idea. It had been a fun if low key sort of night. Just three friends hanging out in a local pub. Mark's a bit like me in his sense of humour. He doesnt so much...
This is the mostly true story of how I lost my finger at work in a tragic yet humorous accident. It is up to you the reader to decide which parts are true, which parts are humorous and which parts I'm just blowing smoke up your ass. It was a Monday like any other Monday, but this Monday was special. It was Sewards day. Just to refresh your memories, Sewards day is celebrated (in Alaska anyway) for the purchase of Alaska from those Godless commies bastards, the Russians. Trust me when I say...
For me, masturbation has become a way of life. Its my religion and i am a very observant worshipper. I come to the altar of porn at least twice a day and worship by wanking my little baby penis as i lust over pornography on several screens. As my relationship with porn grows, i enjoy taking on new fetsishes and ways of masturbating. Recently i have gotten very deep into small penis humiliation and have learned to better accept my tiny penis. As part of this acceptance I have realized what a...
The Gwinnett Braves were in the first series of an early-May homestand against the Durham Bulls, the triple-A affiliate of the Tampa Bay Rays of the American League East. Tampa Bay was known for its solid pitching, and their AAA club was loaded with exceptionally good young pitchers eager to move up to the majors. They threw hard, showed a lot of confidence, and the starter I’d seen the day before, from my position on the bench, seemed to have a mean streak to go with his wild, inconsistent...
It was after our return home from another road trip before I again even considered Rollie’s stupid plan for meeting women. Going to church had never been something I chose to do with my Sunday mornings. Staying in bed, maybe nursing the previous night’s mild hangover, was more my speed. But it was getting lonely, living in a strange town like Lawrenceville, not knowing any of my neighbors, not really being part of a community when I was in town, and then being out of town half the damned...
I gave Tad my phone number and left the Unitarians, probably forever. But still, there was no denying that I’d just had a profoundly religious experience. There had to be a God, with creatures like Peggy Gabriel running around loose! I wondered how old she was. She sure didn’t look old, but her boy, Tad, looked like he could be eight or even nine. She could be, like, thirty, even. Not exactly over the hill, but maybe too old to give a second look to a kid like me. Still, I knew I looked...
Okay, so Peggy and I had cleared up, pretty quickly, the fact that we were very interested in each other. Like a couple of adults, though, we didn’t do anything about it right away. Well, not that night, at least. After an open date Monday, the Braves were playing at home for the next three days. Monday was Peggy’s other day off. But she had a couple of classes at the university in the afternoon and she explained that Monday night was traditionally her big night for homework. We concluded...
Reluctantly, I followed Peggy’s instructions and didn’t contact her all day Tuesday. She had left for home in the early hours of the morning, helped get Tad off to school, slept a few hours, went to her classes and then back home for a quiet off-day evening with her mom and son. I slept most of the day, showed up for pre-game workouts, went hitless in four trips that night, and went out with some of the guys for a steak Tuesday night. Despite the bad day at the plate, I had gotten enough...
Things went better for me at Coolray Field on Wednesday night. I slapped two line-drive singles and a homer, and we won handlily, 8-3. After the game, I showered and dressed and headed straight for Peggy’s house, arriving around 11 p.m. Sarah invited me in and we headed for the kitchen. She had a very attractive tuna casserole waiting, and I dug in, explaining that anything with pasta was on my list of favorite things. Sarah was easy to talk to and we got along great A little after midnight,...
The road trip was only 9 games, but it seemed like 19. In my short time with the Gabriel family, it felt like my whole life had changed. Sure, I was having the best sex I’d ever had, but strangely, that was far from being the sum total of the changes I was experiencing. I had something to do every day – something I really wanted to do, besides going to the park and playing baseball. Peggy was the new center of my life, but in addition there was Tad, and his lovely grandma, Sarah. All three of...
It took me most of the day to get to Louisville, find the hotel where my new club, the Norfolk Tides, was staying, and report to my new manager, Rick Dawkins – a retired Orioles’ infielder who’d been manager at Norfolk for three years. “Game starts tonight at 7,” Dawkins told me. “You’ll probably start at DH.” “Okay. Listen, you mind if I ask a question?” “Shoot.” “You have any idea why Baltimore wants me? I hear they gave up a good prospect for me, and, shit, they’ve got the best DH in...
The dog days of early August came and went, and after lo these many weeks (only five weeks, actually, but it sure seemed longer) we were scheduled to head for Gwinnett for the final three-game series of the season with that club. There were only sixteen games left in our International League season. We were tied for the Division lead with Gwinnett, but I was secretly kind of hoping we wouldn’t make the playoffs. All making the post-season would do would be to delay my return to Lawrenceville...
The Orioles were still in contention for a wild card spot in the post-season when, finally, we got to Atlanta for the mid-September three-game series with the Braves. I knew I was unlikely to get much of a shot at being a factor in that series, and that we needed some wins – most preferably a sweep – to stay in contention. But despite all that frustration, the main thought I had flying down to Atlanta was that at long last – after more than a month – I’d be seeing Peggy again. She was going...
We left Atlanta and resumed our confrontations with our fellow AL East contenders. The Orioles were still not out of it, but Boston and New York both had slight leads on us within the Division, and at the moment, we were a game and a half out of making even the second wild card position. The way the wild card playoff system operated, one of the two also-rans who wedged their way into the post-season was heading for an ignominious quick exit by losing a single post-season matchup. It felt...
After the talk with Sarah I resolved to be as sensitive as possible with Peggy about my long absences, and to try to reassure here constantly, just in case what her mother had told me was the true reason for Peggy’s strange behavior. I still found it a little hard to believe. Peggy was intelligent and pretty swift on the uptake. She had a great sense of humor and when we were together, there was no sign of any attitude except warmth. Maybe my trade to Norfolk while the Braves were on the...
The next three weeks were everything I had hoped they would be. I got up each morning and helped launch Tad. We’d skip the bus most mornings and I’d drive him to school. I looked for little projects around the house to help Sarah keep the place in great shape. I’d never been much of a do-it-yourselfer, but if it was something that looked undemanding, I would take it on and, if unsuccessful, I’d call in a professional. Peggy continued her busy schedule, driving east three days a week for...
We rented a car at the airport in Albuquerque and I treated Peg and Tad to a brief driving tour of downtown on our way to my parents’ house. As I expected, my wicked stepmother was waiting for us at the front door when we finally drove up. Maria was slender, had long, jet-black hair with attractive bits of grey. She was still, in her late 50s, a beautiful, somewhat distinguished-looking woman. It was easy to see why my dad had seen fit to end his widower status after he and Maria had gotten...
The remaining days of our brief trip to New Mexico were relaxed and fun. My dad finally got his opportunity to show me off to some of his friends and faculty colleagues, and they were appropriately admiring of his oversized son’s athletic accomplishments. Peggy and Maria became fast friends, and nothing more was discussed about Peggy’s unusual occupation. Tad got the attention a prospective grandson would expect to receive, and the boy really liked Albuquerque. The Friday morning after...
The new year arrived, the holidays ended, and Peggy resumed her studies with a beefed-up class schedule. I rented her a room in a private home in Athens, near the university, so that on some weekdays she could sleep over, avoid the commute, and spend more time in the school library. Most nights, though, she was back with us in Lawrenceville. And she religiously adhered to her two-nights-a-week performances at The Naked Truth. The new schedule suited all of us. Peggy could focus more on her...
NARRATIVE: Grace awoke. She was laying naked on a bed with three naked young men who were fondling her. Two were sucking and squeezing her ample breasts whilst the third was between her flayed open legs sucking and fingering her cunt. Then a finger touched the rose of her ass and wiggled and tickled it until it slowly worked its way right up her ass. GRACE: I cannot fully describe how wonderful this was feeling. I even moved my bottom to make it easier for the finger to get right up my...
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Reddit NSFW ListHi guys. It’s my first story . And its not fucking fake. You can call me #anal_king . I came to Rajasthan when I was in 9th. Before that I was in Assam and I have fingered 3 girls there. But since I was in 7 & 8 I was afraid to fuck them as my friends said they would get pregnant and all :p Then I got to know that all of it is just bullshit . Then I met her. Riya (name changed) At first I used to touch her boobs and ass. When she came to meet my sister . She got an awesome body. But normal...
It was when I returned from my basic training, the family was proud and happy with my completion and honor that came with it. My sister Rita was older then me by 7 years, though Ive always had a deep longing for her body, nothing happened between us due to the taboo of incest. I remember it well the first time I became attracted to her though; I was 13, I just finished fucking one of my moms clients, her name was Dolcie, a felon for DUI who just wanted a fuck, and I was happy...
My beautiful Aunt Francesca slid her fingers slowly up and down the lips of my vagina, skillfully and urgently exploring every fold of my sensitive places. I was completely naked on her couch, where she found me rubbing myself just a few minutes before. Her eyes moved up and down my body slowly as my breathing became uneven. I felt my breasts bouncing slightly as my tummy twitched when she touched me. I liked watching her watch me. She was erotically fascinated with my body, I could tell."Have...
Hello, everyone. This is Kiran hoping you all liked my story about how I fingered my own mom in my previous story. This part is continued from there. If you have not read that go to my profile and please read it before reading this. Talking about my mom, I fingered mom that night and finished my massage. Then we did not even see each others face and I went to her room. I was really scared what would be her response and what have I done here. I was really hard and I masturbated and slept. Next...
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Finger Fucked In A Local Bus Hello everybody. Ajay is back again. You all must have read my experience with two strangers in train to home story. My life (sex life) from then on changed a lot. After that incident I have got to fuck as much as 20 different pussies, which I have never thought in my wildest dream. Since I was busy so I have not shared my experience with you but I will share each of my experience with you. Now about the first experience after that train experience. In the month of...
Hi ISS reader, my name is Sanjay. I am a regular reader of ISS for past 8 years.. Thanks ISS for providing a platform to share our experiences. I am going to share a story which happened about a year back. I was a software engineer in Bangalore. After attending my friend’s brother marriage near Salem I was coming back to Bangalore in bus. The bus was up to Hosur only. From Hosur I took one local KSRTC bus to Bangalore. It was around 10pm and the bus was full. But only one seat was vacant next...
The first time I met my wife Marcy, in a bar, she was 23 years old. Marcy is a tall, leggy, redhead, with small, hard tits, and a firm round ass. She has true green eyes, high cheekbones, and has the look of an exotic model. Marcy is a hairdresser, so she has always been very aware of fashion, and tends to be leading edge herself.It was 12 years ago that we met. After a few hours of conversation, as we really hit it off, we went out to my car and made out for another two hours. That night she...
Paul Peters. It was a hell of a name for kid growing up. He’d been teased unmercifully because of it. ‘P.P.’ followed by jeers, laughter and a lot of finger pointing. Not to mention bullies who shoved him into school lockers or knocked his books out of his hands. He’d fought back of course, several times, but all the good it did him was to land him in detention more often than not. And because of it, he learned to draw. With nothing better to do than just sit there, he drew, sketched, and...
Paul Peters. It was a hell of a name for kid growing up. He'd been teased unmercifully because of it. "P.P." followed by jeers, laughter and a lot of finger pointing. Not to mention bullies who shoved him into school lockers or knocked his books out of his hands. He'd fought back of course, several times, but all the good it did him was to land him in detention more often than not. And because of it, he learned to draw. With nothing better to do than just sit there, he drew, sketched, and...
NOTE: This is a small portion of a much longer piece. It is the culmination of a long, slow and dangerous flirt, and this scene proves to be their first time together… ***** I just couldn’t find the inspiration – I sat for nearly an hour staring at the three bold blue vertical lines on the canvas, I felt like they were the start of something, but the next move eluded me. Paint sat drying on my palette as I sought the rest of the mental image. I began absently mixing colors, with no actual...
A lot of the time I was really lucky and they would be sticky with her leakage or smell of sweat and pee. I would take out my hard cock and proceed to play with myself. I just remember the taste of her musky pussy as I pulled her panties over my head sniffing and licking her gusset. This carried on over the years until she moved out of our family home, she now has grown up children of her own and its my niece's panties I now sniff and lick the gusset of while wanking. Just before Julie...
Ever since I can remember I have always sniffed my older sister Aruna worn panties, whenever she took a shower or bath I would run into her bedroom and grab the panties she had just taken off. A lot of the time I was really lucky and they would be sticky with her leakage or smell of sweat and pee. I would take out my hard cock and proceed to play with myself. I just remember the taste of her musky pussy as I pulled her panties over my head sniffing and licking her gusset. This carried on over...
IncestThis story is written by a very special friend of mine ---- the following experience i know for fact did happen .............Charlie had arranged to go a bar to watch a football match when we get there the bar is rammed --- I had dressed to impress as always nice short mini dress and high heels -- I'm not really into watching football, but the clothes make me feel really good and KNOW I look amazing ..... Showing my legs and wonderful cleavage mmmmmm...I look in the mirror before going out and...
That afternoon was my free day from office and then I went on shopping.When I was paying for my last purchase, my phone rang and it was Victor. He invited me to pay a visit at his office: He was running against the clock and had no time to get lunch; so he asked me if I could get some fast food.After being just fifteen minutes with Victor, I walked away to the elevator. The office was in the fifth floor of a tall skysc****r. When I got inside the elevator, there were just four business men...
I called my good girlfriend Stella and she told me that she was having some troubles with her vagina; because the smallest cock inside even caused her a great pain…I joked with her, saying her problem was she loved to be used just by huge black cocks, no small white pieces…She joked back, laughing and saying that even my beloved hubby’s dick could cause her any pain…So good Stella asked me to go with her to see a new doctor that I had met before; to see if he could find out what was going...
It was a quiet Sunday evening in with my wife and my mate Eric, chatting about all sorts of garbage while watching the telly in the background and nibbling snacks alongside some documentary on the human condition, and why orgasms are great for the propagation of the species. "Yeah, but how's a fingering suppose to help you get pregnant?" blurted Eric, to which we simply stared and I replied "I think you're meant to make her orgasm while you're doing the deed itself"."Ohh! they always end up...
Hello, everyone. This is Kiran 21 from Gurgaon. Hope you all liked my story about how I fingered my own mom, 44, in part 1 and part 2 in my previous story. This part is continued from there. If you have not read that go to my profile and please read it before reading this or you can mail me at So I have explained in my previous story about how I went on to finger my mom just by massaging and actually going ahead to cum inside her. After that in an imaginable night of ours, I woke up next...
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