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I sat in the chair a long time listening to the waterfall and watching the big goldfish and koi swim around in the pool. I had a multitude of thoughts cluttering my young brain. I was concerned about the relationship that had started between Marie Stone and I. A married woman could pose a problem if her drunk-assed husband showed up. I hoped she would keep her divorce away from me, and the Islands Estates. Although, my afternoon with her and the girl from Atlantic Beach, in the filthy toilet room over at The Mill Top, will be one I’ll never forget.
I remembered the three pairs of panties I had carried home. I got up and found them in my desk drawer, in my study, where I had stashed them so Louise wouldn’t have anything to rag on me about. I examined each of them and decided women really did have all the luck. Silky panties just had to feel good on ya. Each of the panties was very different. The red pair that Marie had worn, were obviously expensive and just a wisp of sheer red silk. I could see the stain in the crotch where she had been leaking, before we went into the women’s room. The blue panties that the blond girl had been wearing were much less daring and shiny satin. The black pair the bartender had on was a thong, and she too had been aroused. Just knowing what was going on in the bathroom had evidently caused her to juice her drawers as could be seen by the stains. I decided that I must be some kind of pervert. I was turned on by the panties and brought each pair up to my face and sniffed them. I sat there in the chair with a big hard-on.
It was late and I needed sleep, but I was wound up about all that was about to happen so I decided to have a nice dollop of Scotch and step out onto the patio for a few minutes. I slipped a pair of boxers over my woody and poured myself a shot over a few ice cubes and opened the door and walked out to the patio. I sat in a lawn chair and sipped on the cold Scotch.
‘Trouble sleeping, Lover?’ It was the sweet southern drawl of Helen Blossom.
‘Lots to think about,’ I said as she pulled a chair over and sat down close to me.
‘Your sisters are coming tomorrow, I hear,’ she mentioned. ‘I can’t wait to see Dianne.’
‘You just can’t wait for her to get in your britches,’ I chuckled.
‘You either,’ she countered.
‘It’ll be fresh ground for me. She and Camille have both warned me they’re on a quest for my body. I hope I don’t disappoint them,’ I said.
‘Listen, Chum,’ she said as she put her hand on my arm, ‘you’ve never disappointed anyone you’ve ever had sex with, that I know of, so don’t worry about your own sisters.’
‘Its just all kinda weird. I’ve been screwing so many different, beautiful ladies lately. The idea of fucking my own sisters is still a little far fetched. But, everything has been a little strange around here the last month or so,’ I continued.
I told her about the wild session I had yesterday in St. Augustine. I also told her how excited I had become when I was examining the panties.
She giggled, and said, ‘I think that would be a normal reaction, if you were thinking about what was happening when you got them. It would probably turn me on too. I’ll bet you smelled them while you were looking at them too, didn’t you?’
‘Geez, Helen, give me a break,’ I whined.
‘Well, didn’t you?’ she persisted.
‘Yes, I smelled them,’ I finally admitted, ‘and it made my dick hard. Are you happy now?’
She slipped her fingers up the leg of my baggy shorts and wrapped them around my rigid cock. She gently stroked me. ‘Drop your drawers, Cool, so I can get at you,’ she breathed.
I pulled my shorts off and sat back down in the chair. While I was doing that, Helen had slipped her panties down her legs and over her feet and she handed them to me. ‘Here, for your collection. You can smell them while I jack you off. I want you to shoot your cum into them and when it dries, you’ll always be able to remember us sitting here in the middle of the night.’
She leaned close to me and began to hand fuck me. She put one hand under my balls and massaged them as she manipulated my erection, with the other. I scooted out to the edge of the chair and leaned my head back and relaxed as she slowly pumped me up. This was very erotic.
‘You like this?’ she asked.
‘Oh God yes, I like this,’ I whispered.
‘Then tell me you like it.’
‘Helen, I like it. I love the feel of your hands on me,’ I groaned.
‘Did you smell my panties?’ she asked.
I raised them to my face and they were soaked with her juices. She had drenched them while we had been talking. I inhaled her aroma and I could feel my dick get even harder. ‘You smell wonderful, Baby, absolutely wonderful.’
Her hand was flying now. I could feel my eruption building and I said, ‘I’m getting close, Baby.’
‘Give me the panties,’ she said.
I handed them to her and she wrapped them around my pulsing hard-on and continued to jerk me off. Having just deposited a huge load of sperm in Louise’s ass I didn’t think I’d have much left. But, when the floodgates opened, was I ever surprised. I shot wad after wad of milky white cum into Helen’s panties. So much that it saturated the thin fabric and coated her hands and drooled between her fingers and dropped down onto the patio.
‘My God, Cool, look at all the jizz. I’ve never seen so much juice,’ she exclaimed.
‘It’s only been a couple of hours since I fucked Louise,’ I stated, ‘I can’t believe it either. I told you I was all worked up.’
Helen handed me the dripping, white satin panties, ‘These’ll be nice and crusty when they dry,’ she said and licked my secretions off her fingers and hand. I laid the panties on the patio, next to the chair, and went into the house to get a towel. I grabbed two beers and went back outside. Helen had a cigarette burning. I handed her the towel and sat down.
‘Thanks, Helen,’ I said, ‘I needed that.’
‘I thought you might enjoy that,’ she replied.
We sat in silence for a few minutes while she finished her smoke. I asked, ‘Are you and Karen coming to dinner, after graduation, Thursday night?’
‘Word is, it’s more than just dinner,’ she said. ‘I hear it’s a dress-up for sex party, with you for desert.’
‘Sounds like fun, don’t it?’ I asked.
‘It’ll be interesting if nothing else. Louise says it’s going to be a full blown orgy,’ she giggled. From what I can gather, it’s about three to one, women over men. Think you boys can handle all that much pussy?’
‘I’m willing to give it a shot. It might kill me, but what a way to go,’ I answered, ‘right?’
We both laughed and Helen stood up to walk back to her house. ‘Get some rest, Big Guy, you’re going to need it.’
She walked away. I stooped over and retrieved the cum-soaked panties from the deck and carried them into the house. I put them on the bathroom sink so they would dry. I thought to myself, ‘Now I’m a panty snatcher, what next?’
I washed up and fed the fish and crawled in bed.
——–
I sensed the bed move when someone sat on the edge. I felt the fingers run across my forehead as whoever it was brushed my hair to the side. I felt her lips kiss my forehead and then she was gone. I smelled the coffee and guessed it had been Louise.
The room was suddenly bathed in daylight as the drapes were opened to let the morning into my world of sleep.
‘Big day, Tall Cool, time to hit the streets,’ she crowed. ‘We got company coming, and you got things to do.’
‘Louise,’ I said, ‘let me pee and then I have something to give you. Sit here for a minute.’
I jumped up and took care of my morning chores, tucked Helen’s panties into a drawer in the bathroom, found a bathrobe, and went out to my car to get the jewelry chest out of the trunk. I carried it into the room and set it on her lap. Her eyes popped open and her face shone with the excitement of a child.
‘I made it for you in wood shop,’ I declared.
‘You made this for me?’ she gasped. ‘Why, Cool, it’s just beautiful.’
She opened the lid and touched the purple velvet that lined the trays and marveled at how the trays lifted as the lid came up.
‘Oh thank you, Precious, it’s just lovely,’ she breathed. ‘You’ll never know how much this means to me.’
‘You’re my best friend, it’s just a thank you for being here for me my whole life. I’ve got to get ready to go to the school and the rehearsal. I’ll carry that up with me when I come.’ I told her and readied myself for the day.
When I reached the kitchen, dad and Janice were there. Louise had told them about her gift and they were both duly impressed. Dad was particularly intrigued with my handiwork and let everyone know what a fine job it was.
I felt pretty damn good as I drove to Flagler Beach. I had done something good and was proud I had.
We picked up our caps and gowns and everyone was in great spirits as we milled around in the school auditorium awaiting the graduation rehearsal to start. The rehearsal went off without a hitch and we were all prepared for the next afternoons exercise.
I spent a few minutes talking with my teachers, Mr. Schultz, from history class, and Mr. Hanson, my woodshop instructor. I also wanted to say goodbye to Mrs. Kline from advanced math, she had been so nice after the dance last weekend I wanted to thank her for her nice compliments on our music.
I had taken my cap and gown to the car and returned to the school to get the last few things from my locker, which was just a few steps from Marie Stones classroom door. On the off chance she was there, I stuck my face into the room and saw her sitting at her desk.
‘Hi Ms. Stone,’ I greeted.
‘Oh, Virgil,’ she breathed. ‘Come in, I want to talk with you for a few minutes.’
I stepped into the room and she looked up at me and then nodded to the seat in front of her desk. I sat.
‘The lawyers served my husband with his divorce papers yesterday, ‘ she began. ‘He went positively crazy, smashing things and screaming at me. The process server told him that if he didn’t settle down, he would have him arrested. He started calling me all sorts of nasty names and I just sat and waited for him to hit me. He never did, but I was scared to death. I told him all I wanted was my clothes and personal belongings and my car and he could have the rest. Then he started crying and I finally started screaming at him and it was all a really ugly scene. After we got everything out of our systems, he told me I could take anything I wanted and he would give me an uncontested divorce if I promised in writing, never to try and get alimony from him. I agreed and he says he’s going to his brother’s place in Boca Raton for a week so I can get everything I want out of the house.’
‘Sounds like you’re on your way, Hon,’ I soothed. ‘Can I help you with your stuff?’
‘No, I’d better handle that myself. It’s not a lot, but I can have my neighbor help,’ she warned.
‘You want to move into Dianne’s apartment?’ I asked.
‘I’ll let you know in a couple of days. He left this morning so it’s quiet there now. I need a few days to think. I’ll bring my music stuff over Friday if that’s all right,’ she concluded.
‘Absolutely,’ I said. ‘Will you be coming over after graduation, for dinner?’
‘And the orgy?’ she added.
‘Yes, My Sweet, and the orgy,’ I replied.
‘I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I have a surprise planned for Louise too,’ she claimed.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘You’ll just have to wait and see, My Little Stud Muffin,’ she laughed.
And with that, I left the building and drove back to the Islands.
——–
I pulled in to my parking spot and walked into the studio. Louise and Janice had worked their magic again, because the whole place had been cleaned and vacuumed and I could see fresh sheets had been put on the bed. I peeked into the bathroom and was horrified to see that the damn pink towels had found their way back into my kingdom. Oh well, a small price to pay for all the attention I was getting.
I grabbed a cold brew from the fridge, and noticed that I had been restocked there as well. I gotta do something really nice for those two. I checked the clock on the wall and noted that it was 3:35. I had better check with Louise and see if I had any last minute chores before the girls descended upon us.
I mounted the stairs and was met with delicious odors emanating from Louise’s kitchen.
‘What’s cooking, Lulu,’ I asked.
‘Your ass, you keep up with the Lulu shit, Sport,’ she bawled and then broke out with uproarious laughter.
‘Touchy, aren’t we,’ I said, and popped her hard on the butt.
‘Don’t start anything you ain’t a gonna be able to finish, Young Feller,’ she warned.
I pulled her to me and mashed her with a hard wet kiss. She melted into my arms and squawked, ‘Not now, I have work to do. Go check the dining room and make sure I’ve counted for everybody tonight. Get the ice bucket filled and find four bottles of White Zinfandel. Now march.’
I did as ordered and came up with six people, which is exactly how many places had been set at the table. The best china and silver were in evidence and the Waterford crystal blazed in the light cast by the overhead chandelier. Fresh candles had been stuck in the candelabras, and the room was fit for royalty. I got the ice bucket and filled it with cubes and pocketed three of the bottles of wine deep into the ice and set it near the head of the table. Satisfied with my handiwork, I went in search of my dad. I found him in his study and asked what the mode of dress would be for dinner.
‘The big party is set for tomorrow,’ he said, ‘so lets just be casual tonight.’
‘Works for me,’ I said. ‘I’m getting anxious for them to get here.’
‘Me too, it’s been too long since we’ve seen them,’ he lamented. ‘Fetch us a couple of cold ones.’
I retreated to the den and carried the brews back into the study. Dad had disappeared into the vault and returned with a flat, black velvet case. He opened it and laid it on the desk in front of me. It contents dazzled in the light from his desk lamp.
‘These are your mother’s diamonds. There’s a pretty good pile of change here. I’m showing you these, because someday you might get serious and need something to sweet-talk a little sweetie into marriage. I was going to give them to Dianne, but she has her own stash and I think these should go to your bride if you decide to take one,’ he said.
I gazed in amazement and said, ‘There’s just no end to it is there?’
‘Never know what’s next, do ya?’ he chuckled.
I decided I needed a fresh pair of slacks and shirt to welcome the girls, so I excused myself to go change. I found a pair of light khakis, and an orange flowered shirt. I scraped my chin, splashed a little dollop of Lariat on, for effect, and dressed. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I heard Louise shriek and run to the front foyer. She flung the door wide open and bounced out to meet the pale green Town Car as it pulled up in front of the house.
Both doors opened at the same time and the girls rushed to greet Louise. Dad, Janice and I stood on the front step and waited for the hugging and mashing to subside before we stepped forward to get our share. Dad was mauled by the two of them and sported a substantial smearing of fresh lipstick upon his escape and then I got my turn.
Camille and Dianne stood side by side about fifteen feet in front of me. Camille strode toward me first. She moved with the grace of a liquid lioness, walking a tightrope, one foot directly in front of the other. She had changed since the last time I saw her. My breath caught in my throat as my stunning, 1/2 black, half-sister closed the distance separating us.
She was wearing some sort of billowy, silver jumpsuit. It tied b
ehind her long slender neck. Two wide, separate panels plunged down the front, one covering each breast, to her waist, and were captured by a wide silver sash. The pantaloons escaped from under the sash and flowed down to where they buttoned around her ankles, just above her spiked heels. The legs were slit up the outside from the button at the ankle, to where they disappeared under the sash, at the waist. It had no back. She looked delicious.
Camille had the appearance of a runway model and she moved as if she were on display. Her light caramel colored skin shone in the afternoon sunlight. As she approached me, I stood in awe of this sublime vision. Her black hair was long, looping spirals and trimmed so it just missed touching her shoulders. Smoky eye shadow, silver nails, dark burgundy lips, snow-white teeth, long spangley earrings, and just absolutely dripping with sensuality.
I looked at dad and said, ‘Hey, Old Man, you did real good.’
He just smiled and watched as Camille strode up to me and placed a slender fingered hand on each of my cheeks and kissed me square on my hanging open mouth. I put my arms around her and collected her in ’til she was pressed against me from head to toe. The kiss lasted a long time. I heard dad clear his throat.
Camille broke the kiss and leaned back and looked into my eyes and asked, ‘How you doing, Little Brother?’
I could feel my instincts stirring and said, ‘Well, I can never remember doing any better.’
I felt a tap on the arm and turned my head to look straight into Dianne’s smiling face. ‘How about equal time for your other sibling?’ she whined.
Camille laughed and stepped back as Dianne came into my arms. Our kiss was just as passionate as the one with Camille, but I had hold of a whole lot more woman.
Where Camille stood about 5′-5′ and weighed 105 pounds, Dianne stood a full 6′ and weighed in at 155 pounds. Camille’s breasts measured 34C, her waist a slim 23′, and her hips a slender 33′. On the other hand, Dianne displayed 38DD melons, 25′ waist, and solid 38′ hips.
Dianne was a big woman, not an ounce of fat, just a large, beautiful blond Amazon.
She wore a striking, sheer yellow silk blouse, through which you could just see the beautiful lace cups of her bra, and a short, snug black skirt that hugged her ample hips like a second skin. Black seamed hose and black 3′ heels that put her eye to eye with my 6′-3′ frame. Long, silky blond hair, way down past the shoulders, clear sparkling blue eyes, and bright red lips making her look like a Viking Goddess.
I looked at dad and said, ‘You done good, twice.’
He replied, ‘I done good three times, son.’
She hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, ‘Are you glad to see us, or is that lump I feel just my wishful thinking?’
I answered her back softly, ‘I’m stoked, but y’all are giving me a hard on.’
‘We’ll take care of that for you later. Walk with us to the car and help with the bags and maybe nobody will see,’ she said.
‘Hell, Louise is already wise to it. Look at her, she’s been deviling me for days about you two. She won’t let us rest until we’ve done the nasty,’ I complained.
Dianne and Camille both laughed as we walked to the car. Louise was there almost before we were, and she asked the girls, ‘You see that bulge in his pants? You ain’t seen nothing yet Wait ’til you see it live and in person.’
‘Aw Geez, Louise,’ I bawled amongst another round of laughter, ‘at least let us get in the house, before y’all take my clothes off me.’
The back seat of the Lincoln was piled to the roof with suitcases and packages, and the trunk was packed to overflowing also. Everyone started hauling parcels into the foyer and as we neared the bottom of the trunk, Dianne and Camille stopped me and asked if I’d mind if they carried the last of it in without my help. I shrugged and they asked me to wait in the kitchen until they had the rest inside.
I walked around the heap, which had been deposited in the foyer and hunted myself a cold brew. Dad followed me into the kitchen, grabbed a beer and said, ‘Damn, Son, those two got a bad case of wantin’ you, going on.’
‘You got that right,’ I said. ‘They’re looking good too. Camille reeks of sex, and Dianne is just as spectacular, only taller.’
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Fetish Porn SitesAbsinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...
After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...
Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...
kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestThelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...
Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...
Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
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He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...