Return To Pleasant Street Ch 08
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Chapter 6: Like Daughter, Like Mother
If you read my last collection of stories about Pleasant Street, you probably remember that I mentioned an attractive woman named Ann Truro, who lives just down the block from me. The story in my last collection was about her lovely daughter, Katy, who showed up at my house one night, and shared an evening with me that still causes tingling in my groin when I think about it.
Katy surprised me that night by telling me she thought I ought to seduce her mother. The lovely girl said she thought her mother needed sexual release she wasn’t getting at home, and apparently thought I was the one who could give it to her.
Well, despite Katy’s encouragement, and even blessing, I never did manage to seduce Ann. I’m not exactly a practiced master of seduction, and I don’t see that much of Ann, so the opportunity hasn’t really presented itself. After all, I can’t just go to her house and say, ‘Ann, we need to go to bed together, your daughter thinks you need a good fuck,’ can I?
I’ve got to go. I have an appointment with Ann, who’s coming over to discuss an article I’m writing for the local newspaper. I’ll let you know if anything interesting happens…
SHE DEFINITELY ISN’T FRIGID
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My neighbor Ann Truro, who had recently been elected chairman of our town’s beautification committee, called me a few days ago and asked me if I’d write a piece on the committee for the local newspaper because she knew I did feature stories for the paper from time to time.
I agreed to do the article, and was waiting for Ann to arrive so we could do the interview. The doorbell rang, I got up and went to the door, opened it, and found Ann standing there.
‘Come in, Ann’ I said. ‘You’re right on time.’
Ann, who happens to be an attractive woman in her mid-forties, walked into my house. I took a good look at her as she walked away from me, into my living room. She had an incredibly lush body and wore her shoulder-length black hair lightly styled. Snug jeans encased her strong, athletic legs, and a pink Oxford-style blouse hung over the jeans.
‘Have a seat,’ I said as I followed her into my living room.
Ann sat down on the sofa and laid her purse down beside her. For some reason, Ann appeared uncomfortable, and I almost thought a saw a trace of sadness in her eyes. ‘Ah, well,’ she murmured. ‘I’m sorry,’ she continued, ‘ I…I should have called and re-scheduled. I’m…I’m not really in the mood for an interview today. Walter and I had, ah, an argument this morning, and…’ She shrugged.
‘I thought you looked upset,’ I observed sympathetically. ‘Is there anything I can do to help?’
Ann shrugged, then shook her head. ‘I doubt it,’ she said. ‘And…and you certainly have nothing to apologize for. It isn’t your fault I’m upset.’
‘Look, Ann, we’re friends. If you want to talk…’ I said, smiling gently. ‘I’m a pretty fair listener.’ I paused. ‘And I promise I’ll keep our conversation off the record.’
Ann gave me a tentative smile and looked around. ‘Where’s your wife?’ she asked.
‘Visiting her folks at the shore,’ I replied. ‘They have a condo down there.’
‘Why didn’t you go, too?’ Ann asked. ‘If you don’t mind my asking.’
‘I really don’t like the seashore,’ I said. I smiled. ‘I hate getting sand in my swimsuit.’
Ann nodded. ‘If I had a choice, I guess I’d go to the mountains,’ she said. ‘but I’m not sure I’d pass up a chance to go to the shore, though.’
I decided we’d shared enough small talk. ‘So what is it that’s got you so upset?’ I asked.
Ann took a deep breath. ‘Well,’ she said softly, ‘I guess you could say the romance has gone out of our marriage.’
‘I see,’ I said, ‘Do you think the damage is irreparable?’
Ann looked at me, studying my face. ‘I…I don’t know,’ she said. ‘It…sometimes it seems that way, but what point is there in our talking about this? My personal problems have nothing to do with the beautification committee.’
‘We’re friends. I don’t like to see my friends upset,’ I replied.
Ann shrugged again, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. As she did, I noticed that her chest moved wonderfully when she inhaled. ‘I…I probably shouldn’t do this,’ she began, then she paused again. After a bit, she took another deep breath. ‘Walter, he…he says I’m…I’m frigid,’ she said softly. Her eyes filled with tears and she looked down at her hands which she had folded in her lap.
I was stunned. I found it inconceivable that Ann could be lacking in sexual capacity. If her husband was right, all the fantasies I’d had about her over the years had been wasted. On the other hand, Ann’s daughter Katy, who I occasionally slept with, seemed to think the problem was with Ann’s husband, not Ann. In fact, Katy once told me she thought it would be good for her mother if I had an affair with her.
Ann took a deep breath. ‘Our sex life is…well, it’s really, um, awful,’ she murmured, her voice very soft. ‘Walter has never been one to, you know, take a lot of time when we make love. Sometimes…sometimes I feel as if he just wants to get it over with.’
‘So your sexual relationship with Walter isn’t very gratifying,’ I commented. ‘And he’s blaming you for that?’ I was surprised how open Ann was being. I’d always seen her as a bit repressed, yet here she was, discussing the most intimate details of her marriage with me.
Ann looked at me, her eyes flashing with anger. ‘Gratifying!’ she snorted. ‘That’s a joke! My sex life is anything but gratifying! That’s the whole problem! It’s driving me crazy! It’s made me physically ill. I have headaches and backaches, I can’t sleep, and I’m miserable most of the time. I asked our family doctor about it, and I told me it’s all tension and suggested that Walter and I have couples counseling. Walter…he…he said he wasn’t crazy and didn’t need to see a shrink. He…he said I was the one with a problem, and I should get off his back and get help.’
‘I can see why you’re upset,’ I said softly, ‘I wish I could help, but I’m not a therapist. On the other hand, I do know a little about stress reduction. Do you know any relaxation exercises?’
Ann shook her head. ‘I’ve never heard about that,’ she said. ‘How can I learn to reduce stress without having changes take place in my marriage, which is where all the stress comes from?’
‘I’m not sure I can explain,’ I said. ‘I do know that learning how to relax can help, even if the problem that’s making you tense isn’t fixed. It seems to help give you the energy to deal with the problem, you know?’
Ann looked at me, interest in her eyes. ‘Where can I find out about these relaxation exercises?’ she asked.
‘I only know the ones I use,’ I said. ‘I can explain how you to it. It’s really simple.’
‘I…I guess, maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?’ Ann replied, a bit hesitantly.
‘No, and there’s always the chance it might help,’ I said. ‘If you want to learn the technique I use,’ I said. ‘I’ll be glad to show you.’
‘I…I’d like to try,’ Ann said.
‘First, close your eyes, then take a deep breath and hold it,’ I said.
Ann did. I watched her impressive chest expand delightfully. It suddenly seemed to be getting warmer in my living room. I let her hold the breath for a few seconds. ‘Now, exhale through your nose,’ I said.
She did.
‘Inhale again,’ I told her.
Ann’s bountiful chest again swelled then slowly lowered as she exhaled the second time. The temperature in the living room continued to rise.
‘Is that helping?’ I asked.
Ann nodded. ‘Y…yes,’ she said, and smiled tentatively. ‘It does seem to help. I’m surprised what a difference it makes, actually. I had no idea it was that easy to relax.’
I continued to coach Ann, teaching her muscle relaxation exercises in addition to the breathing exercises. As I did, an exciting idea began to form
in my mind. It was so exciting, I had to take a few deep breaths of my own.
I decided to take a chance and see if I could turn my idea into reality. ‘You know, there’s a way you might be able to get Walter involved,’ I said. ‘I can show you a few simple techniques you can use on Walter.’ I smiled. ‘I can tell you from personal experience that getting your spouse involved can have surprising results.’
‘I’ll try anything that might help get Walter a little more interested in me,’ Ann replied.
I took a deep breath. ‘OK,’ I said.
I stood up and walked around behind the sofa where Ann sat. ‘I’ve got to show you this,’ I explained as I placed my hands on her shoulders and began kneading gently. ‘I think you’ll see why it works if I do.’
As I massaged the muscles of her shoulders, which really were tight, Ann murmured softly and squirmed.
‘I’m not hurting you, am I?’ I asked.
‘No!’ Ann replied. Her head rolled back, eyes closed. ‘Oh, God! That does feel wonderful!’ she whispered. ‘You have magic hands!’
‘I’m not surprised,’ I said. ‘Your muscles are really tight. I think you’ll find this feels nice, too.’ I slid my hands lightly down her arms, then back up. As I did, I let my fingers ‘accidentally’ brush against the sides of her breasts. When Ann didn’t demur, I repeated the caress, touching her breasts a little more openly.
‘Yes! Oh, Lord! Yes!’ she murmured. ‘That feels fabulous!’
I felt a tremor go through her. My caresses appeared to be having exactly the effect I hoped they would. I wasn’t sure yet, but I hoped I was starting to arouse her. I certainly was becoming aroused!
‘Please!’ Ann whispered, ‘Don’t do that!’ She jumped to her feet and stood there.
I walked around to the front of the sofa, stood in front of her, and resumed running my hands up and down her arms. ‘I thought you liked what I was doing,’ I said softly.
Ann looked at me. Her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. There was confusion in her brown eyes. ‘I…I did,’ she murmured. ‘But…but I…’
‘What I was doing felt good, didn’t it?’ I said softly. ‘You liked it, didn’t you?’
Ann nodded. ‘I…I did like it, but…I…we…we shouldn’t be doing this,’ she whispered, shuddering again. ‘It…it isn’t…it isn’t right.’
‘Why isn’t it right?’ I asked softly. ‘Don’t you deserve to feel good?’ I took a chance and slid my hands onto her breasts and she began moaning softly. I stroked her firm globes, especially the tips, and could feel her nipples swelling under her blouse and bra. I concentrated my caresses on the swelling buds.
‘Yes! Oh, yes!’ she groaned. ‘Oh God! That feels so wonderful!’ Her chest was heaving and her breathing was ragged. ‘I…you…you’re making me lose control! We…we shouldn’t…’
‘Yes we should,’ I whispered. ‘You deserve to feel good.’ I tugged her blouse up, then I slid my hands under it and cupped her impressive globes of jellied flesh through her lacy bra. When I began to rub my thumbs over her protuberant nipples, she began trembling violently.
‘Ohh!’ she moaned. ‘I haven’t felt this way in so long! It…it does feel wonderful! I love it! God, forgive me, I know it’s wrong, but I love it!’
I slid my hands around to her back, found her bra clasps, unhooked them, and her beautifully shaped breasts sprang free. Her nipples were as thick as my fingers and jutted defiantly from the mounds of flesh. Once more, I cupped the firm orbs gently while my thumbs strummed the rigid tips.
‘Ahh!’ Ann groaned. She was trembling visibly now, looking at me wide-eyed, her face flushed.
Ann gazed at me, wide-eyed and her tongue slid out and caressed her lips. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
Ann returned the kiss with ardor then leaned back in my arms and looked at me. ‘This…this is so wrong,’ she said. ‘But I…I don’t want to stop! Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I…I felt like this?’
‘Too long,’ I whispered, and kissed her again. Once more, she returned the kiss with fervor, this time pressing her body against mine. My cock continued to grow harder as her magnificent breasts pressed against my chest.
‘Come with me,’ I whispered when the kiss ended. I took Ann’s hand and led her to the small spare bedroom that was just down the hall from our living room. I found it hard to believe that this was actually happening, that I was about to have the opportunity to live out a fantasy I’d had for years.
When we reached the bedroom, Ann stood nest to the bed, her chest heaving, moaning softly, as I peeled off her blouse, jeans, and underwear. I had her lay down on the bed, then I sat down on the bed next to her, leaned over her, and began tonguing and sucking her large nipples. At the same time, I slipped my hand between her legs, slid a single finger into her hot, wet opening, and began rubbing my thumb over her clit. It wasn’t long before I had Ann shaking and moaning with passion.
‘Ye! My God, yes!’ she groaned, clutching at me with surprising strength. Her hips rose and fell and her body twisted and turned on the bed. Then she stiffened. ‘I’m coming!’ she groaned. ‘Oh, God! I don’t believe it! Oh, God, yes! Yes!’
While Ann’s body thrashed wildly, I continued moving my mouth from one heaving breast to the other and my finger kept plunging in and out of her vibrating opening.
When her writhing finally stilled, Ann lay on the bed panting, her eyes wide, a look of amazement on her face. ‘You made me come!’ she whispered, ‘Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I felt like you just made me feel? Oh, God!’
I stood up and began taking off my clothes.
Ann watched me, her eyes filled with hunger. Her lovely brown eyes widened and she smiled when my erection came into view. ‘Yes! That’s it! That’s what I want!’ she murmured. She spread her legs and raised her hips, lifting her excitement-wet vagina off the bed, offering it to me.
I knelt on the bed between her legs, grasped my cock, and slid the tip up and down between her labia.
‘Put it in me! Please! I need to have it in me!’ Ann begged, pulling at my arms.
Calling on every bit of self-control I could muster, I slid my swollen rod slowly into her
clutching, quavering opening. From the way her vagina gripped me, I had a feeling Walter didn’t do this very often. When I was all the way in I began moving slowly. The friction of Ann’s vaginal walls on my cock egged me rapidly toward an explosion of bliss. And, judging from Ann’s fervent response, I realized she was close to coming again, too.
‘Yes! Yes!’ she moaned, her body bucking frantically, ‘That’s it! God, you’re in me so far! It’s been so long! Too long!’ Her hips rocked, pressing her pubic bone against mine. Her legs locked behind me and her middle ground against mine.
I continued pressing down against her, forcing myself into her as deep as I could.
‘Yiiiii!’ Ann cried, and her body went wild, ‘Gahh! Oh! Take me! Take me now! I’m coming! My God! I’m coming!’
I felt her vagina begin rippling, then the head of steam I had built up exploded. Groaning almost as loud as she was, I exploded, filling her with gushing gobs and gobs of my steamy pearlescent fluids.
Afterward Ann lay in my arms and kissed me softly. ‘That’s the kind of relaxation I needed,’ she murmured. ‘I…I’m glad I didn’t postpone this interview.’
‘It was wonderful, wasn’t it?’ I agreed.
‘Do…do you feel…guilty…about what…what we did?’ Ann whispered.
‘I guess I do, a little,’ I replied. ‘What about you?’
Ann’s face got very red. ‘I…I should,’ she replied. ‘I…I should hate myself, but…’
‘But what?’ I asked.
‘I…I can’t stop thinking about how…how wonderful you…you made me feel,’ she murmured. ‘I…I shouldn’t, but…’
‘What’s wrong with enjoying what we just shared?’ I asked. ‘I think it was fabulous.’
‘It…it was, but…’ Ann sta
mmered.
‘Look,’ I said. ‘We can’t undo what we’ve done, can we?’
‘Ah…no, I…I guess we, um, we can’t,’ Ann replied.
‘Then why not accept the fact that it happened, and enjoy it?’ I continued.
‘I…I guess so,’ Ann said.
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Ann apparently decided we’d spent enough time talking. She slid her hand between us and began toying with my limp penis. ‘You sure can use this thing!’ she murmured.
‘I just try to do my best,’ I replied.
‘And you do it, too,’ she murmured.
‘Thank you,’ I said. I could feel that her caresses were having a stimulating effect on me.
Ann noticed it, too. ‘My God!’ she gasped. ‘You’re getting hard again!’
‘It does feel like it, doesn’t it?’ I agreed.
‘Walter he…he has a hard time getting it up once,’ she whispered while her hand continued to slide up and down on my stiffening organ. ‘He…he says if I need more than he can give me, I’m a nymphomaniac. Do…do you think I’m…a…?’
‘I’ve never met a nymphomaniac,’ I said and kissed her. ‘I have therapist friends who say there is no such thing. If you ask me, you’re a normal, passionate woman!’
Ann continued stroking me avidly, making me harder by the second. ‘One time I…I overheard Katy and her friends talking about something,’ she murmured wistfully. ‘It…what they were talking about…it sounded so wild the way they talked about it. I…I’ve always wondered…’
‘What was it?’ I asked. ‘I’m willing to try anything that will give you pleasure.’
‘I…I think I…I want to kiss your…you know…’ she breathed. ‘Do…do you…do you think that’s sick?’
‘No, not at all,’ I replied. Her falteringly stated wish had my pulse pounding. I found it hard to believe that Ann Truro, who I’d always believed was so strait-laced and reserved, would actually consider sucking my cock.
‘You wouldn’t mind if…if I did that? You won’t think I’m a…a pervert?’ Ann asked.
‘No! G-g-go ahead,’ I croaked. Thinking about how it would feel to have her lips wrapped around my cock made me even harder.
Ann slid down on the bed and leaned over my middle. After stroking me for a while, and staring at the swollen organ she held in her hand, she began kissing me. Her lips glided up and down the swollen shaft while her hand clutched the base. She might never have done it before, but as far as I was concerned, she had a very talented mouth. It wasn’t long before I was writhing and gasping.
‘What’s this?’ Ann asked as she wiped a droplet of pre-cum from the slitted tip with her finger.
‘It…it’s my way…of…of…telling you how…how good what you’re doing feels!’ I groaned.
Ann examined the pearlescent drop, then licked it off her finger. ‘It tastes nice,’ she said, sounding a little surprised. She milked another droplet out of my throbbing pole. This time, she licked it directly from the swollen purple tip, torturing me with exquisite sensations.
‘Want it all!’ she mumbled and slid her mouth over my rigid, veined pole. The caress of her lips was even more delightful than the caress of her hand had been.
‘Ann! Ahh! If…if you keep that up…I…’ I gasped, attempting to warn her of my impending explosion, ‘…I’m gonna…Ahh!…come!’
After my groaned warning, Ann’s oral caresses intensified. I realized she wasn’t going to stop, so I laid back and enjoyed what she was doing to me. Before long, I felt the tightening deep inside me that signaled impending eruption. Then I felt wonderful contractions and exhilaration swept through me as my juices rushed through my cock and spewed into Ann’s mouth.
‘Mmpphh! Mmpphh!’ she moaned, but didn’t stop sucking me as I filled her mouth to overflowing.
My cock was limp and soft when Ann finally released it and sat back on her heels, smiling, her face wet and shiny. ‘I loved doing that! I loved it when you came!’ she exclaimed. ‘I loved sucking your cock! I had no idea it would be that wonderful! I even came when you did! Was it good for you, too?’
‘It was fantastic!’ I told her. I sat up. ‘Come here,’ I said, patting the bed next to me.
Ann slid up and stretched her lovely, lush body out next to mine.
It was my turn. I got onto my knees next to her hips. ‘Spread your legs,’ I told her.
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Both Joe's and L's internal clocks woke them within fifteen minutes of each other. When L emerged carefully from the daybed, Joe shifted away from his lover and rose having been awake and enjoying her steady breaths and calm face, startling L. "You too hunh," commented the PI. "I go for a run every morning," explained Joe, finding his small bag and extracting warm ups. "Me too," L responded, shamelessly stretching her short voluptuous nakedness in front of the more reserved Joe. He...
Dad raised his hand and was about to hit me. He was drunk as usual and complained that I was costing him too much. He wanted me out of his life. Tears were running down my eyes. I was a young 11-year-old boy living in a city in Russia. My name is Nicholas, and I was a bit small for my age. My mum left us and Dad was unemployed. We lived in a one bedroom flat that had lots of rugs and little furniture. There was a big old sofa that dad and I slept on. Dad never bought me anything. All my clothes...
So lately I've been making a number of orders from Amazon meaning that I've pretty much constantly been waiting on deliveries. You see I live in a block of flats with a secure entry and whenever I've got a package on the way I need to make sure I'm awake and ready to let the deliveryman in. It's a pain but it does allow for some rather risqué moments. Risqué moments which have through the lens of the imagination given rise to the most pleasant fantasies.Only two days ago I was waiting for...
Walk On The Street By Tyrone Slothrop Chapter 1: Internal Affairs "So you seem to be clear on this one Musgrove. What are you gonna do now? Take some time, hit the beach? Go to Disneyworld? I hear gay days are coming up." Roberts made his usual attempt at humor and was as funny as always, which is to say, not at all. Gerry knew he was finished as a cop. Once you did anything for Internal Affairs you either went upstairs with a promotion or your life was hell. He was very certain...
If anyone had seen Michael Gillian sitting in his parked car in a shadowy corner of a dark street two blocks from his ex-girlfriend's apartment, they would immediately think that something sinister was about to happen. They would be right. The failing sunlight and the subsequent lengthening shadows of evening helped to hide him from unwelcome eyes. He certainly wouldn't want a certain person spotting him here; if she were on to him, it would spoil everything he had been planning for...
WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? Mel Blake and his wife Carla have lived on Pleasant Street for a long time. Mel’s best friend, Bert Hicks, doesn’t live on Pleasant Street, but he’s there a lot, visiting Mel. In fact, it looks like he’s just pulled into Mel’s driveway. Bert forgot that Mel is away for the weekend. His wife isn’t home and he’s at loose ends. Sometimes when people are at loose ends, they wind up doing things they don’t usually do. Is it possible something’s going to happen here? I know...
FRIENDS AND LOVERS The ultimate betrayal occurs when a person sleeps with their best friend’s mate. Or does it? After all, what if they’re attracted to each other and find themselves thrown together unexpectedly. It isn’t as if they’re planning to run off with each other. Maybe what they’re doing will result in more pleasure for everybody involved. Ron and Linda live on Pleasant Street. Lynette, Linda’s best friend from college, is staying with them for a while so she can get over a very...
Chapter 8: High School Class Reunion Hank Silvers grew up on Pleasant Street and attended the local high school. He was kind of a nerd in high school and didn’t have a lot of success with girls in those years. He moved away a long time ago and has become very successful since. I hear he’s coming back this year for his class reunion at the local high school. Rumor is that his wife isn’t coming with him, either. Rosalie Timmons still lives on Pleasant Street. Back in high school Hank had a...
A pleasant surprise After a short period living in Boston, Victor and I moved again to Atlanta, a place where a hard big black cock could be found easily around the street corner.My dear husband was still flying abroad every week, leaving me home alone for several days … and not only alone but horny also.I started working for a lawyer firm downtown. One of my coworkers was a black young man called Aaron, he was newly married to a white pretty girl; so, I supposed he was enticed to white women.I...
Chapter 15 - Pleasant Dreams On my way to Kimberly and Christie's condo, I drove under the speed limit so as not to attract attention from state troopers. But I was greeted by light-blinking and horn-honking from several 18-wheeler jockies. You'd think these assholes would be watching where they're going instead of trying to look up women's (and cross dressers') dresses. My blouse was revealing some cleavage and my skirt was showing my garters holding up my red fishnet stockings, so...
The next couple of innings passed in a pleasant glow. Jenny was still a bit tipsy, but she was happy, comfortable with herself (finally), and very into both the game and me. And of course, the little bitch couldn't resist continually asking me how my nuts were. I just smiled and said they were fine. Payback's a bitch, and especially so if it's a surprise! At the start of the ninth, when the eager-to-be-firsters started streaming for the exits, I led Jenny up the steps one last time, to...
Then early last summer there was some activity. Trucks going up and down the street. But I never saw anyone. I didn't think much of it until school started. I was now a junior in high school. My name is Devon, most call me Dev. I'm about the most average kid in our school. 5-8, skinny, brown hair, brown eyes. I just blend into the scenery. I didn't have trouble with anyone; I had enough friends. I was hopeless with girls. Maybe because I didn't play sports, or maybe I was just...
The man across the street.... As long as I can remember people had remarked how with my pretty face, slight build and general demeanor I should have been a girl. After my parents had died in a car accident, I now lived with my glamorous young aunt Charlotte who was a business woman who owned a chain of upscale fashion boutiques. Now, being a hormonal 16 year old adolescent, I was fascinated by her totally glamorous and sexualized way of dressing. Always wearing the highest of heels...
Look, I know I should've looked in the rearview mirror, okay?I know.I mean, I know now.I should've looked in the rearview mirror, or twisted to look out the back window, or hell, I guess I could've washed my car so the goddamn backup camera wasn't covered in dirt.There's a lot of things I should've done. There were a lot of things I could've done. The fact of the matter, my friend, is that I did not do those fucking things, and I ran over the crazy old lady who lived down the street.Well, okay,...
So it is a nice warm summer night. The k**s are all outside playing in the street and I have my garage open and I am working on my bike. Just a check over and a very good cleaning. I was planning on heading out tomorrow for a ride just to get away for the day. The night was cooling off finally and I pulled out a lawn chair and popped a beer. I was just sitting on my drive when one of the neighbors came over to say hi. I offered Dave a beer as I found out his name.he grabbed another chair and he...
"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE."--Rod Serling *** The Mean Street ... A TWILIGHT ZONE story By Anon Allsop Marlene was a young girl that had made poor decisions all throughout her life, decisions that for one reason or another would haunt her until the day she would die. A day to be determined on the mean...
Bob Casey is an expert skier. He wished that he had the talent to make the United States Olympic ski team. He was in awe of the skiers that did, both men and women. Three winters ago, he was at the bottom of the nine turns that start the "Nose Dive" at Stowe, Vermont, with Billy Woods. Billy hollered to him above the shrieking of the wind, "There she is, whoa!" A woman in full tuck, clad in the red, white, and blue of the American ski team flashed by, down the fifty-eight percent grade, at...
This happened in the summer of 2010. I'm just a normal guy with a good job and I have never ever just straight up picked a girl up off the streets. When I go to work I have to drive through the South side of Richmond Virginia every day and I see them d**g up crack hookers working the street trying to find some d**g money, 80% of them I wouldn't even want to talk to or touch with a 1000 feet poll. Occasionally...I may see one where I'm like well dam what is she doing out here? But even then...
Weak sepia sunlight warmed the wooden draining board, tiny feet kicked excitedly at the prospect of auntie Katie’s arrival. Seated on his precipitous perch, the little boy could barely contain himself, his baby eyes seen only the chink of light as Katy appeared at the door with his mother ‘ma wee soul, come tae Katy ma wee lamb, it’s yir birthday darlin’ come an’ see whit ah’ve goat fur ye ‘ Katy pulled his little body into her fur coat and swirled him dizzy in her bosom. She grinned her...
He saw her wandering down the most famous street of debauchery and sin. Despite the immense crowd of drunken fools, he easily picked her out, sliding easily through the crowd as if it were the Red Sea parting in front of her. Many of the other men in the crowd saw her too. It was hard not to stare- a petite brunette, long hair to her waist, with a tight body emphasized by the tighter jeans hiding her long legs, topped off with spiked heels. Even in her high heels, she moved with a grace that...
What a fucking tease! That fourteen-year-old little tease loves to strut her stuff for me. Today Amanda was wearing a bra that made her big tits stick straight out in that tight short white sweater. The sweater was form fitting around each of her breasts enhancing them nicely. Her ultra low raise blue jean mini skirt showed a whole lot of skin below her bellybutton. I swear that it was low enough to show pubic hair if she hadn’t shaved it. Plus that micro mini skirt just barely covered her...
Anita and some workers across the street That Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day… But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up… I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs. Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly...
Never take a shortcut you aren’t’ familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. ‘Don’t go down dark alleys.’ ‘Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something’ Well this time I didn’t listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day....
My name is John Doe and I am in my third year in college. Every year my parents go on a vacation for a month and I come back to house sit. That way I can mow the lawn and take care of the pool. I also help my old coach teach soccer. I love the game and it keeps me in shape. My parent’s house is in a dead-end street and the field is at the end of the street. Just cross a couple of trees, jump the creek, over the fence and you’re there. So it’s much closer than my apartment. I help Monday,...
"You say you want to," came the brusque voice over the phone, "but you don't, not really. I can hear it. I know your type, you're too frightened." I nearly panicked. "No, no, please, I need you to teach me, please. Please I want to..." "You want to what?" she sneered after my pause. "You can't even say it, never mind do it." I heard her scoffing laugh through my cell phone and felt the sting as if she were right there. "I don't have time for this bullshit, Sonia." "No, really, I mean it, I...
ReluctanceAnita and some workers across the streetThat Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day... But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up…I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs.Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly in...
Never take a shortcut you aren't' familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. 'Don't go down dark alleys.' 'Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something'Well this time I didn't listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day. When...
The House on Sackett Street A love Story By Elizabeth Jane McDonald PROLOGUE The long hell was finally over and the government men left the house. I was alone at last in my new home. Alone, at last, with my new identity, my new name, my new past, and my new future. I was happy... and sad. I walked around the house for a while. It was filled with nice furniture, nice linens, and nice pictures on the wall. The living room was complete with a couch, two nice overstuffed...
THE MADAM ON FLETCHER STREET by Mistress Tressa The madam had just turned sixty five years old, but for her there would be no social security. Madam Lorraine had a scant employment history, for the past forty years she had operated a high class bordello on Fletcher St.Nestled in an older and affluent neighborhood, the two story house was one of the city’s best kept secrets. It catered to the wealthy and prominent, elected officials were amongst the most frequent clientele. It had never raided...
The first house I bought was across from a student home. My study room was right in front of the student home. I would spend some of my evenings and nights in my study room gaming or working at my computer. In the room right in front of mine lived a beautiful young lady with dark hair and about 1.75 meters tall. That would be around 5 foot 9. I had already noticed her several times walking by. We had exchanged some smiles. I also could look very well into her room, especially when it would be...
VoyeurI was younger then. Much younger.But I was even then hooked on bondage. I remember the exact moment when I became interested in SB. I was sitting in a small adult theatre in Copenhagen and was watching a succession of BDSM films. Back then it was 8mm (non digital) and usually the theatre owner strung them together on one large reel so he didn't have to change reels more than every twenty minutes. As a woman it was fairly unusual to sit in an adult theatre with a load of groaning men huddled...
"And I want every speck of dirt off that window. Do you hear me, Isidor? Every speck." "Yes dear." Isidor Rosenberg stood at his 17th floor kitchen window. It was 90° with no breeze, and the apartment was as hot inside as it was outside. Isidor breathed heavily as he smeared Windex ® around the windowpane. His wife, Dara, had been harping at him to clean the windows all day. 90° or not. Those windows will be cleaned. Isidor stopped and stared out the window. He could see a bit of the Manhattan...
MasturbationThis is a record of a fantasy, not an attempt to describe a real life dungeon, about which I know almost nothing. Also, the story is heavily influenced by classic French erotica and so does not dwell on the main character's inner thoughts and feelings. It may not be for everyone. THE BEGINNING He looked around his spacious, sparely furnished, perfect office. One of the perfect things was the large picture window...
He swung the car around violently on the deserted road and drove back to check what his headlights had lit up. It was late, very late, and he’d been drinking – but nevertheless he was certain his eyes had not deceived him.He pulled up by the kerb where the bundle of rags had suddenly moved as he drove past. It was raining heavily now and as he searched for some sign, he was getting thoroughly drenched.A slight movement made him turn quickly. And then he saw the eyes. Two large bright eyes...
I was again on all fours onto my marital bed; my wet cunt being pumped for the third time by Twister, the nice Great Dane across the street.My girlfriend Helena had caught me fucking that sweet dog and she had left.But then I heard other footsteps climbing the stairs to my bedroom. This time it was not Helena; but those spoiled teen agers across the street.Luke and Matt were the real owners of that nice Great Dane, although their slut mother had trained him to fuck desperate housewives around...
Streetcar By Emily Carlisle It was a beautiful, lazy summer's afternoon; I guess that's why I had dozed off. Fortunately, I woke up just in time for my stop. I stepped off the streetcar... Streetcar? ...and started across the street, being careful to look both ways before crossing. I suddenly realized just what I was doing, and stopped dead. I was way beyond confused, and coming up fast onto a real panic. There hasn't been a streetcar through here since at least 1966; I...