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Foreword I love to hear your comments - [email protected] Part I - Chapters 1-3 dealt with Pam getting help from a hypnotist, Mark, to get back at her older sister Maggie. In order to do so she finds herself on stage with her other sister Abbey as well as Maggie. You'll have to read it to find out exactly what they do. The week after finds all three sisters turned on by how they exposed themselves on stage. They decide to have a private party of strip poker using cameras for the...
You are sleeping in your bed, having a great dream about you and Angelina Jolie in a very swanky hotel in Venice, having wild sex on the balcony, overlooking the canals. The dream ends. You think you hear a tiny little voice say, "And sprinkle this one good. I think Peter and Wendy need something to break the logjam. This one will do nicely." In your sleep-stupor, you open one eye a bit and see a glowing moth hovering over your bed. The moth's body looks strangely like a person. Then you go...
Ah YES! The lands of Toril! What a place. A land of myth, and lore. A land where dangers, and adventure are around every corner. The infamous Spine of the World, Baldur's Gate, Helmsdeep, Waterdeep, the Underdark, Undrentide, Luskan, Amn, and Nevewinter city are just a few of the places any adventurer would seek. Some would go to these places to gain power, wealth, or even fame. Some go to these places to do villainous acts of evil, and some, heroic deeds of good. But for THESE 4 adventurers,...
FantasyA Wish the Heart Makes: Fornever in Blue Genes by Tigger Copyright 2000. All rights reserved. Fictionmania and Nifty may archive this story. Anyone else, ask me first. From Walt Disney's "Cinderella": "A dream is a wish your heart makes When you're fast asleep. In dreams you lose your heartaches Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams and someday Your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving If you keep on...
NeverWorld Chapter One Randy Butler curled up in a comfortable armchair in the corner of the Student Center. There were students all around him talking, eating, and working. Even though they were all strangers, he felt comfortable here in the large crowded hall. Randy was lonely. He hadn't made any new friends in the two weeks since college began. He had hoped to meet other freshmen taking classes at Philadelphia College, but it wasn't happening. He wasn't meeting anyone...
NeverWorld Chapter Two Althea Smallwood found herself drifting off as the lawyer representing the group of fairies would not stop lecturing her about his clients "God given rights". She wanted to close her eyes and put her head down. She even considered taking a recess but wanted to end this case now. She tried what the other justices had suggested. She had pinched herself, she had tried chewing gum, she had pushed her fingernails into the palm of her hand. Nothing was going to keep...
It wasn't going away. It had come before, and it had always gone away before, but this time seemed different somehow. This time it was heavier, lingering longer, filling up more of the empty spaces around her life. It was seeping through all of the uncaulked cracks in her psyche and was running down the walls of her brain. The cloud had taken on an almost physical form around her. It sat on her eyelids and made them heavy. It rested upon her shoulders and forced her to slump. Although she...
The sky looked like somebody had taken a white pebble board, masked it off, put some ultramarine blue in a thin wash, then dropped some Payne's grey into it. The close foreground of the sky was a dark and angry mixture of blue and grey; almost black, fading into a soft grey at the tops of the trees in the distant. The hunter green trees bled into the sky, creating an image of incoming rain in the distance. About a third of the way up from the bottom of the painting, silver over red greyhound...
Soulda, Woulda, Coulda So, Idk if I have a bad picker or if I just have bad luck but another try to find my lover has gone down the drain. This time I didn't even get to be in the same room.... Which from hindsight is for the best... So I had been talking to this handsome San Antonio married man, who has no c***dren yet. We took it slow, as he was nervous about meeting someone from a porn site... With good reason, Id say! Haha And that's why I like to meet first as well... So anyways, we get to...
This story is F/m set in a world where women hold most of the power. If you don't like that theme, this story isn't for you.Just something I wrote while bored one evening. I haven't ever attempted writing a story before this. I find writing in a conversational style rather entertaining, so it might read a little strangely. A lot of it is like a flurry of thoughts of the narrator put to paper. There aren't any graphic descriptions of sexual acts in the story.I've tried to create a setting for...
“Deanne” “Deanne”, he yelled. I snapped out of my brief daydream. “Yeah, what’chu want?” I asked. “Bring me a cup of ice.” His voice sounded so damn seductive to me. After bringing him the ice, I told him good night and went to bed. Kevin had been around our house since he was seventeen and now he’s twenty-eight. I have no idea why my mother even wanted him, she was thirty-two when he moved in. Right after snuggling under the covers, I quickly fell fast asleep. “WAKE UP!” “WAKE...
Every day you wake up remembering and trying to recapture that feeling, the one that made you feel alive, excite you, knowing that your very presence made all the difference, after all, we are talking about sex.That primeval urge deep within, that in the end, it drives us to procreate and say 'Yes', when our natural instinct is to say, 'No', where revulsion becomes part of the excitement, and nature is turned on its head, the unnatural adds a deeper and more intense pleasure.The first time for...
I need to tell this somewhere before I blurt it out to the wrong person. I had just turned 23 the week before I changed my life forever. I had driven past this dirty kinda run down house turned porn theater hundreds of times without thought but tonight was different. I had been to a few bars in Nashville with some girl friends and was feeling lonely and a bit tipsy. As I left my friends to whore around with the regulars and tourists I just planned to go home and sleep. As I drove past the...
One more August , hot and heavy as every August.I had my days off so I decided to have a small trip to my place of origin to get some rest , pretty natural I think.I could not do much anyway , no girl , not much money , not a lot of time off...... Grabbed a small bag , put some clothes in and rushed for the bus station in order to leave the same day.Reaching to the station I found out that the bus just left and had to wait for three hours in order to catch the next..... shit!!! Having nothing...
This is a fictional story. As I lay in my room on the bed with the windows open and the warm summer breeze blowing in it hit me, I'm finally done. I have graduated from high school and I'm not responsible for doing anything productive, yet. As I lay I hear the shower stop and the fumbling of the towel and the door of the bathroom opening. As I turn and look into my mothers room I see her as she is standing in front of her dresser. We have a pool at our house and I can see from here the smooth...
IncestJason caught up with me as the elevator doors were closing. We weren't alone. An older couple rode the elevator with us. The old codger liked my legs and imagined them wrapped around his neck while he lapped my pussy. The gray-haired lady wanted to fondle Jason's crotch until she gave him a hard-on, something she could no longer achieve fondling the old man's nearly useless (her word) cock. She needed to suck on it to get it half-hard, and it usually lost its stiffness before he could...
Our first interview the next morning didn't take long, but it proved more worthwhile than any we'd had so far. The nurse, a woman named Rosemary Rogers, had only worked for Melville for a week when he fired her. Jerome asked her if she'd ever seen Melville abuse little Donna, and her answer surprised both of us. "No," she said, "but it wouldn't surprise me if he did. The day he fired me, the little girl accidentally knocked over a glass of juice, which unaccountably terrified her...
I'd just stepped from the shower and was toweling my body dry when Dad hollered through the door, "It's Barbie on your cell phone. You left your phone in your purse on the entry console table again." I yelled back, "Did you answer the call?" He laughed. "Oh, of course you did, or you wouldn't know it was Barbie." I cracked the door to the bathroom to reach for the phone, and my father's eyes met mine but only briefly before they wandered down my naked body. She's gorgeous, he...
I sat down on the couch next to Jenny, the two of us naked now. We kissed, hands everywhere at once it seemed, touching, exploring, teasing one another wildly. And as we did that, I sought the little light inside her mind, wanting to explore her in other ways. For one, I wanted to ensure this was indeed something she wanted, that I hadn’t inadvertently implanted a thought or desire of my own that wasn’t in line with her own desires. As I did that, I discovered something else too. Not only was...
Chaper 1NOT JUNKAs the crowds passed by she sat there, totally unnoticed and utterly unnoticeable. Flicking through the paper, her cappuccino going cold in her hand she was glancing at the words. The words seemed to form a smooth pattern across the dull, crumpled sheets but other than a pretty pattern barely a word in front of her made sense.Individual words stuck out, almost like they were jumping out from the sheet, WAR,TAX, RAPE, FINE, ECONOMY, JAIL, TERRORISM, but none of them where good...
That same night, Jerome and his cohorts whisked Jason away from the hospital to our Las Vegas safe house. The extraction was surprisingly easy. However, Jason's disappearance pissed off the LVPD. Stone's body had surfaced, and the cops wanted to talk to Jason about a possible connection between Stone's death and Jason's gunshot wound. I met Maxie and Jason's mother, but I wasn't in the mood to socialize. The evening quickly turned into a Watson family reunion, and I didn't feel like a...
"Remember everyone, Melville and Fitzgerald's thoughts came to me disjointed, out of sequence, personalized, and interspersed with extraneous, mundane or unimportant ramblings. I'll try to present what I learned in a more coherent fashion. Some of what I'll tell you will be assumptions needed to fill in gaping holes, areas neither man thought about. The assumptions are logical, but they aren't fact and could be in error." I paused and said to my father, "When I make an assumption,...
"Dad, I have a date tonight, a boy named Jason Watson. He's Terry's cousin, in town visiting for a week. It's a double date with Terry and Barbie." He gave me a steady, studied gaze and asked, "What's the catch? You wouldn't give me so many details unless you wanted to bury me in minutia so I'd miss the big picture." "He's twenty, a college boy." "I see. I have only one question, cupcake. Can you handle him?" "What do you mean?" "If you say no, will he respect your...
As Jason was opening the door to our room, my cell phone jangled. It was buried in the depths of my large purse, a purse I'd started referring to as the Black Hole of Phoenix. Seemingly, whatever went into it could never be found again, including my cell phone. I hurried inside the room while digging around in the black hole for the phone, planning to dump the purse's contents on the bed to give me a visual reference for my search, when the phone stopped ringing. "Dad, most likely....
That was, by far, the most powerful kiss I had ever experienced in my entire life. I was absolutely bewildered. How could I? How could he? I could see little tears well up in Kevin’s eyes. I felt so horrible and dirty. For GOD’s sake, this was my dead mother’s boyfriend! “De...Deanne, I don’t know what came over me.” Kevin reached out to my cheek and caressed it softly. His touch was so gentle. I don’t know what came over me, but I just jumped and ran into my bedroom. I...
"Sara," I said, "let's visit the ladies room." Some unnecessary troubles were brewing in paradise that I could fix before they grew out of proportion. We were dining. Shrimp scampi for me; I don't know what the others ordered, but when it came to seafood, I wasn't very adventuresome. I loved shrimp, detested salmon and was indifferent about cod. Why risk ordering something I've never tasted? I reasoned. Risk was Sara's problem too. She'd mentally listed every possible excuse or...
It was like directing a play, or in a strange sense perhaps…like manipulating puppets, or marionettes. I held the string. It was a tiny flicker of flame, just barely there, but more than enough however. A mere twinkle of thought, and they both seemed to act upon it as though it were their own ideas in doing so. There was no ‘statueism’ as I’d termed my made up phrase. They responded to one another easily, without qualm, without shyness…and certainly no inhibitions when doing so. So alike in...
The day started out so promising. Dad knew or figured out everything, including the loss of my innocence, as he called it. What's more, he didn't condemn me, just the opposite. He encouraged me to go for it, to have fun with my college boy for the next five days. Then Barbie showed up and regurgitated all her troubles with Claudia while I listened patiently. After I reassured her I was still her best friend, she let her mind run wild with sexual fantasies about the two of us while she...
Serenity. Rage. My heart sunk. The paintings didn't invoke serenity or rage. I felt nothing but despair when I gazed at them. What happened? How could I have fooled myself so easily? Dad and Barbie, too? The paintings hung side by side on the large family room wall, so they were displayed in an optimum manner, but... Jason gave me an inquisitive look. He was wondering how he could tell me I'd failed. Then he recognized my distress and realized something was amiss. "What's wrong,...
I know that you know what it’s like to have wicked thoughts. The ones that run around in your head, constantly popping into your conscious mind when you know that you can’t act on them, or worse, shouldn’t. You know all about those thoughts that start as a trickle and grow and grow until they hurt so much.I’m talking about thoughts that are wrong, in some ways. Well, perhaps not wrong just downright dirty. But the more you think about them, the more they grow inside. You know you are going to...
WatersportsI know that you know what it’s like to have wicked thoughts. The ones that run around in your head, constantly popping into your conscious mind when you know that you can’t act on them, or worse, shouldn’t. You know all about those thoughts that start as a trickle and grow and grow until they hurt so much.I’m talking about thoughts that are wrong, in some ways. Well, perhaps not wrong just downright dirty. But the more you think about them, the more they grow inside. You know you are going to...
WatersportsSince as long as you can remember, you have had the ability to read minds, you've always been annoyed with that power, despite the benefits it has at times, as it can't be turned off so you're constantly hearing people's thoughts. However, one day you find that it's not just hearing thoughts that you're capable of, you can project your thoughts into another's mind and make it as if they were the person's thoughts. They will then act according to the thoughts you implanted, so if you projected a...
Mind ControlA week went by, and then another. I painted during the day, finishing both Serenity and Rage, but other successful attempts to capture emotions on canvas eluded me. I'd come close with Indifference, but in the end, scraped the canvas clean and resized it, using a neutral polyvinyl acetate, rather than gesso. The cute girl at the art store told me gesso was all right for acrylic paints but recommended the PVA sizing for oils. Jason, the morning person, called me every morning on his way to...
"Ooh, Jason, I love the cut!" I did, too. The hair stylist had given him a shaggy-dog look, which enhanced his rugged, handsome face. With a grimace, I added, "I still see you, though. You, Jason Watson, still shine through. I know you don't like the idea, but you need to change the color, too." "Uh-uh. I won't let you dye my hair blond. I'd look ridiculous." I laughed gaily. "I agree. How about red?" "Worse." "How about brown, then?" "My hair is already...
Second Thoughts By J Battier Email: [email protected] I'm not really sure when I first had the idea. I'd been a submissive my entirelife with a very strong bondage fetish. In highschool and college this hadtranslated into my visiting pro dominas in the local area. They charged fortheir services, but they were well worth it to get the chance to act out yourfantasies. And that's what this was?a fantasy that was about to become a reality.I had had it in my head that being dominated by a...
I shifted gears in the pickup truck. Ground the gears would be more accurate. Although I'd been driving for over a year, shifting still befuddled me. It was a foot/hand coordination thing I couldn't seem to get right. The truck was ten years old, and Dad considered it a member of the family and refused to trade it in on a new model. As far as I was concerned, it was the black sheep of the family. Our one-year-old Honda Accord had an automatic transmission and other bells and whistles that...
Most people use the phrase, ‘the corners of my mind.’ There’s even a song with that phrase in it. It popped into my mind a while back and I thought about it. I don’t have any corners in my mind. There doesn’t seem to be some old box up there, with a lid on it. My thoughts feel as though they are in a whirlwind and random pieces fly out of the eddy at an amazing velocity sometimes. As though they were spewed out as debris is from the funnel of a tornado. A piece of roofing here, a piece of...
If you are wondering whether being a sissy is for you, the following information will point out the many good things, and dispel any doubts or negative feelings you may have about becoming a sissy gurl. The rules are important, and obeying the rules will make you a happier sissy.Repeated reading of this and the subsequent entries will deepen and clarify your sissy state of mind: once you have freed yourself from thoughts of masculinity, you will be left with only the desire to please real men,...
Dear Readers,This is the 1st time i am thinking to write my experience to Iss. I have been regular visitor to this site from last4-5 years. Great thanks to creators of such a wonderful portal.Well here i start my story, i am working in a good reputed organization in Gurgaon. This happened to me in January this year. I had experienced girls, had good relations, had sex relations with few too but never thought that i could make it with a lady of 34 years. Her name was Jyoti(changed) and she was...
Clean ThoughtsBy: Londebaaz Chohan What a pain in the neck. Even after complaining twice, the light around the confessional area was not fixed. Father Mahrzach could not tell, if he really saw someone go in the confessional or it were only his weak eyes and those shadows around his peripheral vision to blame. After at least an hour, Reverend came to the confessional. The divider in the middle was only showing a silhouette on the other side and father could not tell the age or the gender of the...
Mmm babyboy, if you only knew all the dirty thoughts that go thru my mind when I think about you, like the dirty thoughts I have when you're asleep, when you're tired laying down on my bed and I crawl quietly next to you and I pull your zipper down and I can see the tip of your semi hard cock peeping thru the hole in your boxers just waitting to be touched and played with, so I gently pull it out off ur boxers, trying not to wake you up, and I pull a little bottle of kamasutra oil, raspberry...
I woke up late and decided to eat breakfast before I showered, so I threw on a robe and hurried toward the kitchen. That's when Dad's thoughts entered my mind and stopped me in my tracks. He was having another one-sided conversation with my dead mother. She lost her innocence, Hazel. When I gathered dirty clothes to start the laundry, the evidence was obvious. Now what? No, don't answer me. You lost yours at a younger age than Katy. You're probably surprised she waited this long. I am....
Lethargic in the afterglow of shared orgasms, we held and slowly caressed each other. We cuddled. I could feel his semen combined with my juices seeping from my cunt. If I didn't do something, we'd be lying in a puddle of come. Reluctantly, I untangled our entwined limbs. When I first stood, my legs felt wobbly. I was supposed to make his legs wobbly, not the other way around. A small shiver of pleasure rippled along my spine. I'd been wonderfully and truly fucked. After I cleaned and...
I rolled from the bed, silently opened the hall door and rushed toward the rooms at the other end. Which room was Jerome's? Nora's? It didn't matter. I opened the first door I came to and hurried silently inside. Ah, Nora's trying on Jerome's long one for size. No, not Nora. Marsha! "Don't make a sound, Marsha," I said quietly. She stopped moving - bouncing - on the prone man under her and spun her head and pretty shoulders toward me. Nice tits, I thought. Weird thought,...
Relaxing by the pool, I watched as my loving wife, Samantha, and our son, Kevin, horsed around in the water, and it made me smile. I couldn't help but think back to a time when I had such closeness with my own mom, except mine went well beyond what you would call "normal."When my recollection ended, I found myself perplexed. It had been years since I'd uprooted those old, unmentionable memories, and I had to question why.Samantha—or Sam, as she likes to be called—is the love of my life. I'll...
IncestHi, everyone, I am Daya. I have a fair skin tone, not a muscular body . I would like to share my first experience of the ultimate pleasure. One day I went to my aunt house, and the main door was open, so I just went inside looking for my aunt, I called her and she didn’t respond, and the bedroom door was closed, so I thought that she was taking a bath so I sat on the sofa, and still after 20 min, the door was still closed Then I went inside to check if she is sleeping, but I found she was...
The day's sun and fun had paid it's toll on us, we had joked and flirted with sexual innuendoes all day, and absolutely planed on fulfilling them when we got home, but there we were - sacked out on the couch, rubbing each other's feet, that intimate act of touching, feeling, soothing, and soon we were both asleep to the droning of the Television, singing it's lullaby of gibberish to us. I woke up, not really with a start, just one of those things, when you know that your neck will have the...
Dad met me at the airport in Phoenix. Barbie was with him. I'd forgotten she'd planned to prepare dinner for him. Had my sudden, unexpected reappearance squelched any plans? According to their thoughts, apparently not. Barbie had a new boyfriend, an eighteen-year-old fry cook. Argh! Her thoughts weren't that complimentary about him: good-looking but smelled like stale grease and was dumber than a post. Verbally, she waxed eloquently about his many qualities. I suspected she'd done a...
The next morning, the plot thickened all right, but not as expected. Melville surprised us yet again. Shortly after the second vehicle change to bring Dr. Rourke to meet Sara and Donna, Melville's patience must have run out because what happened next shocked all of us. Three cargo vans converged on the vehicle carrying two of Jerome's operatives and Dr. Rourke. Without warning, the bad guys jumped from the vans and opened fire, using automatic weapons. Surprise and overwhelming force...
He must have finished work by now, I know he will be heading to the pub shortly. I’m sat at home waiting for him, doubt he’ll want dinner though. As I sit by the dinner table I see a text come through on my phone. It’s from a number that I don’t recognise. It must be her. I open the message to see a picture, it’s my husbands cock wedged perfectly between her perfect breasts. My heart sinks jealous she gets my husband in that way but I can’t help but feel a flutter in my pussy. My clit begins to...
I have been exploring my sexuality for a while now and while I cannot confirm that I am a straight man, I am still not sure which category I fall into. But a trans person is living right next to my apartment – Benny and I feel like doing dirty things with him. I mean like he dresses so well and rocks a full face of makeup with a slight beard. He does have generous boobs and I have thoughts of my trans neighbor, every time. But because I wasn’t sure what to do, I did have a booty call...
Cross DresserSecond Thoughts Pt. 01byxleglover©Chapter 1Jen slipped her hand inside her panties. She slightly parted her legs as her fingers reached her clit."Wow! Honey, you're going to have to let me read that book when you're finished!"Jen flushed and pulled her hand from her panties. "I thought you were asleep?"Michael laughed. "I was but you were shaking the bed." Michael turned onto his elbow and slipped his hand into his wife's lace panties and felt her wet pussy. She arched her hips against his hand...
Alan Miller remembered at the last minute it was casual Wednesday, shucked off his grey polo, and put on an Oregon Ducks t-shirt. He glanced at it in the mirror by his apartment door: it was a little tight, but in the right places, so he threw on his sunglasses, grabbed his bag and left for work. His early-2000s Honda Accord didn’t exactly roar to life, but started with only a slight cough before humming softly. Traffic at 9:30 on the freeway was light (lighter than true rush hour, anyway)...
How in the world do I get myself in these situations? I guess I really can’t say ‘these’ situations because this certainly isn’t something that happened to me before, let alone often. I do have to wonder if it's ever happened to anyone before! I can honestly say I made some choices that … didn’t work out the way I had thought they would. It started out simple enough, I met a girl!Although, since then she has told me to refer to her as a ‘gurl’ because she is trans. Maybe that would be obvious...
CrossdressingAngela's Thoughts by Janet Harris, August 2007 This was going to be "The thoughts of a brain-transplant donor" but then I began to think of myself entirely as the recipient, so chose the shorter title above. I mean, I only vaguely remember being Roger and it seems a long time ago now. I can hardly believe that this new brain I have lived 55 years as Roger, since I look and feel in every way only 20 years old. The only reminder of my strange past is being unable to remember any...
You'd think I'd get used to sick minds, but roaming around in Helen Deaver's head made me feel dirty, so as soon as I returned to the safe house, I stripped to take a shower. The meeting, although the Deaver woman didn't realize a meeting had taken place, had been successful. I'd given Dad the names of five members of Melville's coven we didn't know before, and he'd contacted our P.I. firm to start the dossiers on each of them. What I need, I thought as I toweled my body dry, is some...
I awoke with a start. For a moment my mind was blank and I could not remember why I woke. Then I recalled it. A vivid image of a strange lady with a friend of mine had flashed through my head. I don’t know why I had thought of it, but looking down I could tell at least something of me was happy about me. I groaned and rolled out of bed, little point in sleeping now, I was fully awake. I trotted over to the bathroom and leaned over the sink thinking. My reverie of thought had been broken when...
Author’s note: If you’re expecting a stroke story, you’ll be highly disappointed, so I’d suggest you move on to another one. And though there is plenty of hot steamy sex later on in this story, I’ve slowly built up to it for a number of reasons. For one, I wanted this somewhat far-fetched idea to at least sound plausible. It’s a bit on the Dean Koontz, even Stephen King side of things with a dash of true erotica mixed in for flavor. I thought I might attempt this tale, see how well received it...