Return To Pleasant Street Ch 08
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YOUNG MEN AND OLDER WOMEN
Do you remember Donnie Perkins and Melinda Williams from my previous collection of stories? Melinda was the lonely housewife who satisfied her longings with her young neighbor.
The relationship between Donnie and Melinda continued for the rest of that year and through the summer after Donnie graduated from high school. Unfortunately, Donnie went to college in another state, then his family moved away. He and Melinda haven’t seen each other now for over two years.
Melinda’s a widow now. Two years ago, her husband, Tom, suffered a massive heart-attack while he was away on a business trip, and didn’t survive.
Ironically, in some respects, things haven’t really changed since our last visit with Melinda Williams. She’s still a passionate woman, she still has an unfulfilling sex life, and she still is having fantasies about Donnie Perkins. The only problem now is, Donnie isn’t around to help her live out those fantasies.
But, suppose Donnie has been thinking about Melinda, and maybe he’s planning to come back to Pleasant Street to see her now that he’s graduated from college and has a job here in town? What would happen then?
‘YOU’VE STILL GOT TO MOW WILLIAMS’ LAWN!’
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Melinda Williams sat in her living room gazing out the picture window at the gorgeous sunset and felt tears forming in her eyes. She was lonely. Her husband, Tom, had been dead for two years and even though their marriage was headed for divorce at the time of his death, she found that she missed him. Having Tom around, even sporadically, was better than having no one around.
Melinda had tried dating but her attempts had all been unsatisfactory. The men she went out with were either interested in getting their hands on the substantial estate Tom had left her or they were self-centered assholes who figured that since she was a widow, she was an easy lay.
‘When was the last time I had really satisfying sex?’ Melinda mused. ‘I-I guess I-I really haven’t in a long time, not since…since Donnie left to go to college.’
Donnie Perkins was a young man who used to live across the street. He did chores around the house for Melinda then, one day five years ago he became her lover. Melinda lay alone in her bed and remembered that day. Donnie had come over to mow the lawn. Melinda, who’d been horny for days, decided to find out if the young man, who stared at her so avidly, would act on what he felt. After lunch, while Donnie was mowing, she put on her swimsuit and…
…walked toward the pool slowly, her heart pounding. She was extremely conscious of her young admirer’s wide-eyed gaze. What Donnie didn’t know was that she’d been fantasizing about him, too. Her husband, Tom, spent a lot of time away on business trips and their sex life had fallen off to almost nothing. Every time the good-looking young man came over and followed her every move with his adoring eyes, Melinda experienced a thrill.
‘Maybe,’ she often thought, ‘Donnie could help me do something about my frustrations.’ Then, feeling guilty, she would force the thoughts from her mind. Until the next time the young man came over.
She bought the swimsuit – far more daring than any suit she’d ever owned before – for the express purpose of breaking through Donnie’s reserve. She got it out every time he came over that summer, but always chickened out and didn’t wear it. She was afraid. What if he didn’t respond to her advances? Rejection by her husband was bad enough, rejection by Donnie would crush her.
Today was different. Screwing up her courage, Melinda put the suit on and went outside. ‘Too late to turn back now,’ she thought as she walked toward the pool, even though she felt herself trembling and her heart was pounding. What if Donnie didn’t find her attractive? She felt like running back into the house and changing, but didn’t.
At last, she reached the pool and laid down on a chaise lounge, surprised to discover she was filled with anticipation and growing excitement.
Donnie waved to Mrs. Williams. She waved back and he almost ran the lawnmower into a flowerbed again. He felt his penis begin to swell in the tight confines of his jeans. Moving closer and closer, he finished the lawn, keeping an eye on the lovely woman the whole time.
Melinda watched him, smiling. She giggled softly when she saw how disconcerted he was. Her suit was having the desired effect. Perhaps she had been right to buy it. Maybe something would happen. She was surprised how warm she felt. Lying in the sun usually didn’t warm her this much.
Donnie finished mowing, put the mower away, washed his hands, and walked back to the pool. He was having trouble breathing, and he had problems walking, too. He shouldn’t have worn such a tight pair of jeans. When he got to the pool, he sat in one of the lawn chairs next to where Mrs. Williams lay and continued to gaze at her.
‘All done with the mowing?’ Melinda asked.
‘Yeah,’ Donnie replied. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The top of her suit barely covered her full breasts – which he’d fondled so often in his dreams – and the tiny bottom showed him reality was far more exciting than fantasy. Her beautifully tanned skin gleamed with a slight film of perspiration.
‘Do you like my new suit?’ Melinda asked softly.
‘Um, ah, yeah! I-I sure do!’ Donnie replied. His voice sounded funny to him. He should be coming on like a suave dude and he sounded like Alvin the Chipmunk. Swell!
‘This is the first time I’ve worn it,’ Melinda told him.
Donnie sat and stared at her. His penis hurt from the way his pants cut across it and he was sweating. He grabbed the arms of the chair to keep her from seeing that his hands were shaking.
‘Donnie, would you do me a favor?’ she asked.
‘I’d kill for you. I’d move mountains, I’d swim the English Channel!’ Donnie thought. ‘Um…ah…sure,’ he stammered.
‘I can’t reach my back to put on suntan lotion,’ Melinda said. ‘Could you do it for me?’
‘She wants me to touch her!’ Donnie thought. His rigid cock jumped in his pants. Hands shaking, he picked up the tanning lotion, fumbled with the cap, finally got it open, and squeezed some lotion onto his hands. Rubbing it between his hands to warm it, he moved toward the alluring woman.
Melinda watched – fascinated and excited – while Donnie blundered with the lotion. ‘He’s more nervous than I am!’ she realized with pleasure. She rolled on her belly, waiting. She almost jumped out of her skin when his hand made contact with her back and he began to gently massage the oily fluid into her skin. Every place Donnie touched her tingled. She began to quiver with passion.
Donnie felt Mrs. Williams trembling and pulled his hand away quickly. ‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked.
‘No! No!’ Melinda replied quickly. ‘It’s fine.’ She didn’t want to break the delicious spell she could feel developing.
Donnie’s hand resumed sliding over her back, with circular motions, caressing her, exciting her.
‘That feels so good, Donnie,’ Melinda murmured. ‘I’m glad you were here. I hate having an uneven tan.’
Donnie kept massaging the oil into her skin. He had no idea touching a woman could make you feel like this. His penis kept swelling and straining in his shorts. He wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to get up and leave. Maybe, if he took a quick swim, the damn thing would go down.
Melinda wasn’t the first female Donnie had touched, but this was different. Her skin was so soft, so supple, and so warm. He’d fantasized about her for so long…
Donnie’s touch was incredibly soft and light and soon Melinda was bubbling with excitement and anticipation. Tom never made her feel like this, even when they were younger! It was as if Donnie were touching her insides as well as her skin. Her body seethed and simmered with need.
Problem was Melinda knew the young man was going to run out of places t
o put lotion if she didn’t do something soon. As nervous as he was, he clearly wasn’t about to go beyond her back.
‘Would you do my legs, too, Donnie?’ she asked.
‘Um, yeah, sure,’ Donnie said. He complied gratefully. He didn’t want to stop touching her any more than she wanted him to.
‘What am I going to do when he’s finished with my legs?’ Melinda thought, afraid that when he finished, Donnie would leave.
‘Mowing the grass is hot work,’ she said. ‘Would you like something cold to drink?’
Donnie, who felt as if he were about to have heat stroke, gulped and said, ‘Yeah, you want me to go in the house and get something?’
‘I have to get some things anyway,’ Melinda said as she rose gracefully to her feet. ‘Come on.’ She started toward the house.
Donnie struggled to his feet, tried to get his rigid dick arranged comfortably, and followed her. The undulations of Mrs. Williams’s well-shaped buttocks as she walked ahead of him did little to ease his discomfort. Hell, the bikini bottom was so skimpy he could see her ass crack!
In the kitchen, Melinda got two cans of soda out of the refrigerator and handed one to Donnie. Their hands brushed and she jumped at the electric jolt she received from his touch.
Melinda looked at the young man carefully. He was quite handsome, and although he wasn’t an athlete, he wasn’t in bad shape. ‘I don’t care if it’s wrong, I have to have him!’ she thought. She forced herself to smile. ‘Have you got a steady girl, Donnie?’ she asked.
‘Ah, no, not really,’ Donnie replied. ‘I date some, but there’s nobody special.’
‘I bet a good-looking guy like you doesn’t have problems getting dates, do you?’ Melinda purred.
‘Um, no, not really,’ Donnie muttered. He was sure his jeans were getting tighter. He had to do something. His prick hurt. As tight as his pants were, they’d probably cut off the circulation to his cock, and he had a pretty good idea that wouldn’t be too good for him. ‘Ah, can…can I use the bathroom?’ he asked.
‘Certainly,’ Melinda replied. ‘You know where it is.’ She’d seen the swelling in the young man’s crotch when he came into the house and it excited her. He looked huge! She watched him walk out of the kitchen and heard him go up the stairs. If she was going to get what she wanted, now was the time to act. She put her soda down and followed him.
Donnie was in agony. Once he got in the bathroom, he unzipped his jeans and freed his erect penis. It stood out in front of him, harder, more swollen than he ever remembered it being. He grasped it gently and groaned with pleasure. Glistening drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip as his hand began moving up and down on it. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Melinda Williams’s hand, not his, stroking his cock.
‘Ohh! Melinda, Melinda! Yes!’ he moaned softly.
Silently, Melinda opened the bathroom door and her breath caught. Donnie stood there holding his cock in his hand, stroking it. The young man’s eyes were closed and he was so consumed with passion he was unaware of her presence.
When she heard him whisper her name, Melinda almost fainted. Donnie was imagining making love to her! He wanted her, too!
Shaking, her heart pounding, she moved toward him. Donnie smelled the scent of Melinda’s suntan lotion and opened his eyes. He was aghast to find her standing next to him, her eyes wide.
‘You have grown up, haven’t you, Donnie?’ she purred. ‘You’ve become quite a man!’
Donnie didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, couldn’t think.
‘Let me do that, Donnie,’ Melinda said.
Stunned, Donnie felt Mrs. Williams’s soft hand encircle his cock. He began to tremble uncontrollably.
‘Come with me, Donnie,’ Melinda said. She urged him to his feet, then she put her arm around him and, holding his cock, led him out of the bathroom.
Donnie accompanied Mrs. Williams on stiff legs, his body on fire, his mind a jumble of conflicting thoughts.
Melinda couldn’t get over how hard the young man’s cock was, and how big! She stroked it from tip to base and back again. As she did, she massaged the sticky juices seeping from the slitted tip into the hot, veined shaft. She felt him quaking, a reaction she knew her caresses were causing.
‘He’s so young and so beautiful!’ Melinda thought as she lead the quaking young man to the bedroom she shared with her husband. ‘And he’s so turned on! He’s a beautiful, beautiful boy!’
She guided Donnie to the bed then, when he was lying down, she stripped his pants and shoes off and looked at the fleshy rod that now pointed toward the ceiling. ‘It’s so beautiful!’ she thought. On impulse, she bent and kissed it, drawing a loud cry of delight from Donnie. ‘I want to taste him!’ she thought. She bent and parted her lips. She’d never had a man in her mouth before. Tom had begged her to do it to him for years, but she refused, thinking it was dirty. Now, more than anything, she wanted to feel Donnie’s veined shaft against her lips, to swallow his juices, to make him come! Slowly she lowered her head. A rush of exhilaration raced through her as the arrow-shaped tip of the young man’s swollen penis slid between her lips.
Donnie, quaking, lay speechless. Mrs. Williams was kissing his cock! Thrills wilder than any he’d imagined in his wildest fantasies coursed through him. If she continued to take him into her mouth, he knew he would come! But he couldn’t do anything to stop her!
As he watched, enthralled, Mrs. Williams’s mouth slid slowly down over his erection, and heat and wetness engulfed him. Unbearable thrills rocketed through him.
‘Ah!’ he moaned, sound finally coming from him. ‘She’s sucking me off!’ his frenzied mind screamed. ‘Mrs. Williams is sucking my cock!’ It was too much. His body, overwhelmed by pent-up passion, exploded, and a geyser of hot, sticky fluids spewed into Melinda’s sucking oral cavity.
‘Mrs. Williams!’ he groaned, ‘Oh! Oh, God!’
Melinda felt the penis in her mouth begin to throb but before she had time to realize what was about to happen, Donnie’s hot, sticky fluids spurted into her mouth. At first she was afraid she’d gag. Instinctively, because her mouth was full, she swallowed. It was too much. Donnie continued to groan and erupt and his hot, sticky fluids seeped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. While Donnie writhed in the throes of orgasm, a delightful quiver ran through Melinda’s body and she realized she’d come, too.
Donnie’s penis began to soften, but Mrs. Williams continued sucking on it and licking it. Finally, when he was completely limp and licked clean, she let the now-flaccid shaft slide from her mouth, sat back on her heels, and looked at him.
‘Was that good for you, Donnie?’ Melinda asked. Her voice had a breathless quality.
‘It was awesome!’ Donnie replied. ‘Unbelievable!’
Melinda moved to the center of the bed and laid down, patting the bed next to her. Donnie slid over and joined her. ‘Nobody’s…I never…nobody’s done that to me before,’ he stammered.
‘I’ve never done that before,’ Melinda whispered. She gazed at the young man and stroked his face. He was so young! ‘I’m glad I could be the first for you…that we could share this first time.’
Donnie touched her shoulder with a trembling hand and Melinda moved against him. His hands began exploring her body and she luxuriated in the warmth that radiated from his body as it pressed against hers. Excitement blossomed inside her again and began to grow. Donnie wanted her! His touch was heavenly! He was so gentle! This was the most wonderful day of her life!
‘Donnie! Oh, Donnie!’ Melinda murmured as she covered his face with wet kisses. ‘Make love to me! Please, Donnie darling, make love to me!’
Donnie, his fingers trembling, stripped the scanty swimsuit top from her and looked at her breasts. They were even more beautiful than he’d dreamed they’d be! Full and firm, they stood proudly,
capped by dark circles from which protruded large, erect nipples. His hand shaking, he touched one.
‘Donnie! Oh, Donnie!’ Melinda groaned. Exquisite thrills shot through her as the young man tenderly explored her breast. Then he engulfed the nipple with his lips and began to suck softly. It felt so marvelous she thought she was going to come, right then and there!
Donnie’s lips moved from one nipple to the other and back, and Melinda responded mightily. She writhed on the bed, moaning.
‘Donnie! Donnie! Oh, Donnie!’ Melinda groaned, her back arching, her body on fire. ‘Kiss them! Oh, God, Donnie, kiss them! Take me! Please take me!’ she cried, clutching at him, her hips rising and falling on the bed, seeking fulfillment. ‘I need you!’
Donnie rolled atop her, stripped the swimsuit bottom off, and stared, wide-eyed and disbelieving at the body that was exposed to him. Mrs. Williams’s middle was covered by a thick mass of auburn hair, the same color as the hair on her head. It was matted and damp, glistening with wetness of her excitement.
‘Donnie, please!’ Melinda begged. She clutched at him, her hips rose, seeking him, ‘I need you!’
His pulse pounding, Donnie slid atop Mrs. Williams, between her out-spread legs and the tip of his re-invigorated cock brushed the torrid dampness of her labia. He groaned softly and pushed forward. The warmth of her vagina engulfed the head of his cock. Shivers of delight rippled along his spine.
‘Yes! Oh, God! Yes!’ Melinda groaned when Donnie’s swollen cudgel invaded her and filled, stretched, and delighted her. She pressed her hips upward, welcoming him. This was sweeter than she could ever have imagined! When the young man’s pubic bone pressed against hers, she was filled better then she’d ever been! Her clit, inflamed, vibrated with joy. She couldn’t believe how satisfying it felt!
Donnie began to move, sliding that incredible tool in and out, and Melinda knew she couldn’t wait. She was going to come! She had to come!
None of Donnie’s sexual fantasies had prepared him for what he was feeling. Mrs. Williams’s vagina grasped him, milked him, her hips pressed against his, rocking him, building his passion to a fiery peak. He couldn’t wait, he had to come!
‘Oh, God! Oh, God! Can’t…wait! I can’t wait!’ Donnie groaned. His juices came roaring out of his body, flooding into Mrs. Williams.
‘Lover, lover, yes!’ Melinda cried when she felt the young man’s hot cream bathing her insides. ‘My beautiful, beautiful young man! Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Take me! I’m coming! Ahh! Yes! Oh, yes!’
The couple’s bodies struggled against one another while exquisite sensations flashed between them until, at last, spent, they lay in a warm embrace, each more satisfied than they’d ever been before.
Melinda kissed Donnie. ‘You were wonderful!’ she exclaimed. ‘I’ve never been this satisfied!’
Donnie didn’t know what to say. He slid off her, pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and, without intending to, they fell asleep.
A tickling sensation awakened Melinda. Disoriented at first, she sat upright, then she saw that Donnie’s hand was stroking her softly rounded belly. The young man looked startled and pulled his hand away.
‘That’s all right, darling,’ Melinda said, ‘you just startled me. Don’t stop! That feels wonderful!’ She lay back and enjoyed the sensations resulting from his exploration of her body. Donnie appeared to be insatiable. His fingers moved over her love-slick vaginal lips, prodding, seeking, again fanning the fires of passion. Soon her hips were twisting and rising. She gasped and her body shook as his exploring fingers moved onto her clit.
Donnie looked at her, concerned. ‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked.
‘Oh, no, darling!’ Melinda replied. ‘That feels wonderful! Please don’t stop!’ She closed her eyes and allowed the delectable feelings to rush over her, to overwhelm her. Why hadn’t she taken a young lover years ago? She felt Donnie’s warm breath on her open, pulsing cunt, then her hips jolted upward of their own accord when his tongue probed into her.
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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...