Chestnut Hill Romance
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Strolling in as smooth as sin, I looked around the room before heading to the bar. The room was full enough that no one noticed me noticing them, though few seemed worth noticing. I ordered a scotch and dizzy with success handed over a larger bill than I’d ever been used to giving barkeeps. “Take it from that, and I might be back.” He smiled and poured from the better shelf.I moseyed over to a table in a far corner of the other room and relaxed in the low light; as my eyes got used to the...
InterracialNatasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow, was in training room twenty-four aboard the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, surrounded by a group of muscular male S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in gym tights, ten in total. As always, she commanded and received the group's rapt attention. After all, it wasn't every day that you received training from someone who was part of the Avengers.She was dressed in her usual leather uniform -- black, tight and hugging her voluptuous curves to the point that worried the other male...
She was my granny’s neighbor. She was a fat elderly woman of about 65-70 with huge boobs and enormous ass. That summer I was helping my granny with the house and her neighbor Mrs. Hill often asked me to help her too. She lived alone, her husband died, and her relatives didn’t visit her often. Now and then I felt her looking at me in a strange way, but didn’t really pay attention to it at all. It was Sunday, I spent the whole day helping both of the ladies round the house, it was night, and I...
She was my granny’s neighbor. She was a fat elderly woman of about 65-70 with huge boobs and enormous ass. That summer I was helping my granny with the house and her neighbor Mrs. Hill often asked me to help her too. She lived alone, her husband died, and her relatives didn’t visit her often. Now and then I felt her looking at me in a strange way, but didn’t really pay attention to it at all. It was Sunday, I spent the whole day helping both of the ladies round the house, it was night, and I...
The Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club by enduringshades Author's note: a brief description of each of the Ladies can be found at the end of this story. "I'm off now Audrey," I called upstairs to my wife. She comes rushing down and gives me a kiss. "Oh, Alec, I do wish I could come with you." I reply with a smile. "Sorry, you know the rule - no spouses!" I know she doesn't expect to come, it has been going since before we were married. I turn, leave the house and get it to...
Pippa picked me up in her car outside the barracks at about 5pm on New Year's Eve. The party was being held at the home of a Frank and Peggy Sinclair, near Farnborough. "The Sinclair's place is a mansion" Pippa informed me. "Frank made a fortune in South Africa, diamonds I think. The Sinclair's are big benefactors to the charity and some of the guests will be my fellow workers, quite harmless," she laughed and spun the wheel past a slower car; she was a good driver, fast but careful,...
My name is Ted Howard and my wife's name is Beth. We have three children; Carl aged 10, Mike age 8 and Beth age 5. It all started so very innocently with my wife and me enjoying our first vacation by ourselves in over ten years and evolved into something that seems like a fantastic dream than reality. Over the past ten years we have had three children and every vacation had included each of them as they came along. Now, with the children staying with my wife's parents for the summer, we were...
THE LAVENDER HILL LADIES AND THE KENTON MANOR MAIDS by enduringshades This is the second Lavender Hill Ladies adventure, the first was the 'The Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club'. For new readers, or as a reminder, I start off with a brief description of each of the Ladies. Otherwise you are welcome to skip to the beginning of the story. THE LADIES The Lavender Hill Ladies started as the Lavender Hill Girls, when four straight crossdressing undergraduates shared a student house...
Note from the author: Jarrod of Hartshorn Hill is the First of this Series. Druesha of Hartshorn Hill is the Second of this Series. Fallon of Hartshorn Hill is the Third of this Series. Evan of Hartshorn Hill is the Fourth of this Series. Avalon of Hartshorn Hill is the Fifth of this Series. * * * * * Gregor had been born a slave. Usually when you are born a slave, you never know your parents. Slave babies are sent to the slave nursery until they are old enough to perform simple...
"We'll leave the smell of the sea in your bed, Where love's just a job and nothing is said." ELTON JOHN - Sweet Painted Lady "Webster", she said, standing on tiptoe so that she could speak into the intercom set high and to the right of the door. "Tina Webster. I'm supposed to start today". "Of course you are. Come up". The voice was young, light, cheerful. Tina felt the tension in her stomach lift a little. "I can't get in", she told the disembodied voice. "There's no door...
Present Day “I’ve got one stop to make before we can go home,” said Mike Dubois as his daughters climbed into his car. His oldest daughter, Tamara, groaned silently and rolled her eyes. Her father didn’t normally take them on work calls, but it had happened in the past and would probably happen again. At sixteen she was surprisingly mature about that sort of thing. Her one-year-younger sister, Samantha, was not as sympathetic. She groaned loudly and complained, “Daddy!” “Hey, it wasn’t my...
Elderly Romance I was just sitting there minding my own business when this woman said, “Don’t I know you?” I took my eyes off the very attractive woman that I had been watching as she played Beach Volleyball. She was in her late twenties or early thirties and I liked the way that she moved. Not moved in the sense of walking or running but in the sense that her breasts, her ass, and her pussy moved in the most sensual way imaginable. She was truly a work of art. Her legs stretched on...
I always called the old lady next door ‘grandma’ even though we were not actually related. My parents started it as a sign of respect. Then her granddaughter Brandi came to visit her for the entire summer. Brandi was fourteen years old, just like me. She was just as cute as a button but she had a mouthful of braces and she wore glasses, just like me. She was a brain and a nerd too, just like me. The only problem was that I really liked Brandi and that my dad always said that opposites...
‘He looked at her alabaster thighs glittering in the moonlight and felt his hardened cock lurch in his tight pants. He wanted to be buried between those thighs and sunk into her wetness as deep as he could go, but for now he would settle for a simple taste of the dew on the lips hidden beneath her lower soft, auburn colored hair. Bending his head…’ A clang and a deep booming voice broke into his thoughts and his own voice. ‘Ten o’clock gentleman, get your sorry asses in your bunks if you ain’t...
Hi andarki I am Kalyan living in gachibowli. Ipdu nen chepe kadha Na friend and my crush tho office lo jargindi. if any working or non-working female, married unsatisfied or unmarried hot females can contact me at hangouts my id first, we can meet and then miku namakam vachaka ne we can enjoy Ika kathalokelte. It will be bit lengthy to complete 1000 words. Naku epatnundo office lo romance chealane fantasy undedi. adi ee rakanga adi anukokunda Na bday roju teerindi. manam ankunte we can do...
“Hey Mikhail,” she said. “How are you?” “Good thanks. What are you doing here?” I asked, scratching my head. “I was bored,” she said. “I heard a bunch of people would be here so I came. Didn’t know you would be here though. Let’s go walk around.” “Ok,” I said. Rachael and I had been friends since as long as I could remember. People that don’t know us tend to think we are brother and sister because we are always together, but also because we look alike. Rachael has long, shoulder...
Introduction: This is a true story written to the best of what I can remember. Names havent been changed because I do not think it will matter. Comment please and expect more stories in the future. It was the third day of softball finals. My cousin was playing in the league and I was stuck at the park in the more than 90 degree weather because my aunt never let me stay home alone. While walking around I saw Rachael. I walked up to her and said hi. Hey Mikhail, she said. How are you? Good...
Bluebell Hill By Paul1954 Prologue Rochester University, Kent, England : October 27th, 2000 Elizabeth Geddes watched the backs of the three young men as they departed from her office and then closed her eyes tightly. Despite the hard facade she had just had to show to them she knew, more than they could ever be aware of, just exactly how they had felt. She heard a muffled curse as the door slammed shut behind them, and experienced what she might have thought of as a feeling of...
Sandra is a 5'8" blonde that has long curly blonde hair. Her tall frame carries her 135 pounds well and shows off her shapely hips and ass while her 36C tits are the focus of many mens attention. She married as a 20 year old virgin and has only known her husband’s 7" cock. Samantha is tall like her mother. She is pushing 5'10" and has a look that draws boy’s attention when ever she is out and about. She has slimmer hips than her mother, but her tits are just as large and have the...
Sandra is a 5'8" blonde that has long curly blonde hair. Her tall frame carries her 135 pounds well and shows off her shapely hips and ass while her 36C tits are the focus of many mens attention. She married as a 20 year old virgin and has only known her husband’s 7" cock. Samantha is tall like her mother. She is pushing 5'10" and has a look that draws boy’s attention when ever she is out and about. She has slimmer hips than her mother, but her tits are just as large and have the...
By EFon Chapter 2 : Jake & Jen went up a hill, but not before I got my fill. So I woke up, still half dressed, on top of my covers, with dried cum all over my groin. It's a good thing it was Saturday or Mom might have come in to wake me up and gotten quite an eyeful. I tend to sleep pretty heavily, and even sleep through my alarm clock blasting for quite a while. Luckily I'd been left to sleep in. Last night I had a plan and a scheme, but then Jen, my sister who had been the...
John ‘Long’ Johnson held up a weather-browned hand,bringing to a halt the six horsemen and women trailingbehind him. He pushed back his dusty, ten-gallon cowboyhat and shaded his brow, squinting stinging sweat out ofhis blazing blue eyes as he gazed down at the ramshacklecollection of wood frame buildings and homes that wereDike City, Kansas. Shimmering waves of heat rose off thesun-baked land below, and the sluggish Little Snake River,which regularly overflowed its banks and the town’scrudely...
This is something I pulled off one of the Yahoo club sites. It says it was written by someone named Wallace Mason. It's a dream edition of the Benny Hill Show. All I can say is, "Bravo, Wallace!"The Ultimate Benny Hill Show No. 1 by Wallace MasonIt’s the mid 1980’s. British policewomen still where the white and black caps with chequered bands and nurses still wear blue uniforms and caps. The unaired Benny Hill show is about to start. It does include some of Benny’s real sketches, some stolen...
Introduction: This story is intended to be a modern romance with a kinky twist. For the romance, I’ve worked hard to provide sympathetic characters, an interesting story, and, of course, a happy ending. For the kink, I’ve provided BDSM, non-consent, incest, anal, minor scat, exhibitionism, implied gay, mature, interracial, and group. Please let me know if I succeeded with either the romance or the kink. Or, best of all, if I succeeded in blending them together. My first scene was inspired by...
College Sweethearts ‘WHAT?!?! You have got to be fucking playing me here! Take your snooty ass outside before I make you eat that damn polo you favor so much!’ exclaimed third year forensic student Taylen Andrews. She was medium height, around five foot six and had brown hair flowing down to her mid back. She had a very tall angry looking man backed into a lab table yelling at him with all of her might. ‘I don’t give a shit if you have studied longer than I have, but you are not going to yell...
Karen's Romance Part Five: Remember the Meaning of Romance By Norman O. Johnson I waited every day for my guy to call. Every time I looked at the phone extension beside my bed, I wanted to pick up the receiver and hear his voice saying, "Karen, I love you. You're the girl I want to be with." Whenever I heard a phone ring, whenever I saw someone walking past chatting on their cell phone, whenever I even looked at a phone, I prayed for him to call me and say we belonged...
I was about to start the last week of my residential course from work, and I hadn't heard from Jo for over a week, since she hinted that she might be up for introducing me to her friend. I was busy with coursework anyway and with 30 or so co-students all living together there were other fish to fry, so to speak.I had been sailing through the work, but it could get stressful, career advancement was on the line and some people were coping better than others. This was how I found myself helping...
The House on Sorrow Hill LanebyDr.Dorothy Strangelove,T.L.C., C.P.,B&DPART ONEIt was an icy February night in 1910. Emily could see nothing from the bedroom's leaded window but upper branches of skeleton trees lit up by the full moon's light. Below this the gardens were shrouded in fog. She had seen one fine day blessed with sunshine since she had come to Nine Acres and had remarked that she was sure the sprawling gardens looked beautiful in summer. The back of the house led on to a large lawn...
We joined the rest of the Maryland troops on the far right of Washington's line. They fed us in as replacements on a hill top beside some hard men from Delaware, and we waited in a well-dug trench for the Germans and British to attack us. We did not have to wait long for despite the light artillery behind us, they came in disciplined ranks and we shot them down. Then they came again, those huge Germans in the tall hats, and we shot them down once more. They were brave and stupid men. Then...
Earlier That Evening Jacob Culverin came out of his house and walked out onto his porch. He stood at the rail and gazed out smiling at what he saw. The house wasn’t even a house any longer, but was more of an estate or manor, and certainly not the one-room cabin it had been when he first arrived twenty years before. He knew that the crazy preacher in Springwater thought Jacob had sold his soul to Satan. If he only knew the truth... Summer 1794 When Jacob had arrived in Springwater, he had...
Present Day “Are you boys ready to go?” called out Jessica Parnell, standing at the bottom of the steps. “Coming, Mom!” came back a loud yell from down the hallway to the bedrooms. Jessica continued standing at the foot of the steps, waiting for her sons to come down, and was on the verge of summoning them a second time when she stopped. One of the bedroom doors opened with a crash and then came a thunder of feet as her two teenage sons rumbled down the hall and down the stairs. “We’re...
Present Day “Jane!” Jessica Parnell squealed as she practically tore the front door off its hinges. On the other side of the screen door stood a grinning Jane Parnell Oblensky, Andrew Sr.’s younger sister. “Jessica!” Jane waited for the screen door to be unlatched and then the two women were in each other’s arms, hugging and squealing like schoolgirls. “I’ve missed you so much! How are things? Where’s Billy?” asked Jessica. “He’s stuck out on the front porch, Mom. If you two would get out...
Any reader old as me or any one that watches old tv sitcoms will know the Beverley Hill Billies, all about hill billy Jedd Clampett Who was out hunting raccoons with his coon hound in Kentucky and shit at a coon, but missed, but the shot brought up a fountain of black ooze which turned out to be oil or “Texas Tea”. He immediately sold his mineral rights for a fortune and decided to buy a mansion in Beverley Hills, California so loaded up his old 1929 Ford Truck with Granny, Jedd,s Daughter...
The Sugar Hill Inn Chapter I Jay could feel his heart beating and the knots begin to form in the pit of his stomach as he drove north, through the rolling hills of New England. The fall foliage was at its' peak as he crossed the boarder into New Hampshire and he realized that he was less then 30 minutes away from experiencing his destiny. Jay turned 40 in January and he made himself a promise. After years of hiding his true self, in the proverbial closet and the relative safety of...
As I got out of the cockpit of the IAF transport plane that I had qualified to fly, I handed over my headset and gear to one of the airmen alongside and climbed into the station jeep that was sent to bring me and my crew back to the hangar to freshen up and write out my report. I was part of the first batch of women pilots inducted into a hitherto-male-only Indian Air Force, and I reveled in my pioneer status. I had been a keen cadet during my NCC days, and dreamed of flying for a living. My...
Jaci & Bill like to spend weekends Naked at their Cabin, but will Jaci's friend Pati join them.Most of the sexual acts my wife Jaci and I have preformed in public were at our cabin. This is the same cabin where we sometimes spend an entire weekend naked, day and night, inside and outdoors. The cabin was not a secluded one, but on a hill, somewhat distant from the ones below us. With binoculars some of our neighbors would have had many a chance to see us in detail while naked, and sometimes...
As I got out of the cockpit of the IAF transport plane that I had qualified to fly, I handed over my headset and gear to one of the airmen alongside and climbed into the station jeep that was sent to bring me and my crew back to the hangar to freshen up and write out my report. I was part of the first batch of women pilots inducted into a hitherto-male-only Indian Air Force, and I reveled in my pioneer status. I had been a keen cadet during my NCC days, and dreamed of flying for a living. My...
First TimeThe Sugar Hill Inn Chapter 2 Nikki returned to her room, took a shower and put on her full-length nightgown over her panties and filled bra. Despite her physical and mental exhaustion, she found sleep difficult. Images of the day haunted her and she felt the grip of humiliation and fear. Over the past 18 hours, since her arrival at the Sugar Hill Inn, Nikki had experienced a fuller range of emotions then she had ever thought possible. She had experienced life as her true self for the...
An older bull standing on top of the hill over looking the herd, see the young bull running up the hill. The young one say hey old timer 'hows it going"? The old bull does not reply but snorts. The young one says to the old bull " hey lets run down the hill and fuck us a few heffers". The old bull looks at the young one with a smile and says " why dont we walk down the hill and fuck them all".
The moment we landed at Tirupati railway station, Raghu remembered what his friends had cautioned him before he left.”You are a compulsive smoker. Ensure that you have sufficient inventory of cigarettes before you go up the hill. You won’t get even a single cigarette even if you shell out a million rupees.” They were right. Raghu was a compulsive smoker and could never get rid of the urge to reach out for a fag after anything he drank or ate. He stole an opportunity while his mother and wife...
IncestLETTER FROM IVY HILLDear Shoeblossom: I am a female submissive. I never wanted to be, but my father raised me in a truly disciplinary fashion. My mother left us when I was young, and my father told me that he was going to teach me to not be a wandering slut like Ma. I think part of it, of course was that Pa wanted to get his hands on me. I am a curvy redhead, about five seven, and I’ve been that way since about sixth grade. I know that I was adopted when I was young, and my birth folks must’ve...
Introduction:Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, also known as Fanny Hill is a novel by John Cleland. Written in 1749, it is considered the first erotic novel, and has became a byword for the battle of censorship of erotica. Fanny's story, as she falls into prostitution and then rises to respectability, takes the form of a confession that is coloured by copious and explicit physiological details of her carnal adventures.During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I...
WE SAID our farewells to Petersen and headed down to catch the bus back up to Chiswick, where we would use the Underground from there. “Are you alright, Edgar?” Mary was concerned. I suppose I had gone rather quiet while Petersen discussed the different operations carried out on his leg, before the doctors finally decided to take it off. “Yes. I hadn’t had the same problems as Petersen, Mary. You know, the series of operations, the hopes first raised and then dashed each time. I was dragged...
Twenty-Four Years Ago Jack Culverin pulled into the guest parking lot at the Culverin Hill distillery and parked near the front door. He got out but didn’t bother locking the door of his three-year-old Camry; the parking lot was inside the guarded gate so random car theft was simply not an issue. He stretched and scratched; he had been driving all night, held together with coffee and No-Doz, and surviving on whatever he could scrounge up at rest stops along the way. Jack entered the lobby...
"A fine romance, my friend, this is, "A fine, romance, with no kisses..." -- Dorothy Fields By now, Cora had shifted from her seat and had wound up sitting near to Gene, although he was half turned away from her and was unaware of her presence. She acted as if she was unaware of his. There were ice buckets containing large bottles of Champagne on all the tables, and Gene had been indulging in the bubbly. He was tipsy, but not drunk, and was lost in his own thoughts. Thomas Crown had...
Doris and Grace had not crossed paths, expect for telephone and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. That said, as s****rs, they remained close, it had been that way since their earliest c***dhood days in England. The two women had both ‘married well’ and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic — Doris in Los Angeles, Grace in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Doris’s marriage had ended in divorce...
Doris and Grace had not crossed paths, expect for telephone and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. That said, as sisters, they remained close; it had been that way since their earliest c***dhood days in England. The two women had both 'married well' and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Doris in Los Angeles; Grace in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Doris's marriage had ended in divorce...
Doris and Grace had not crossed paths, expect for telephone and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. That said, as sisters, they remained close; it had been that way since their earliest c***dhood days in England. The two women had both 'married well' and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Doris in Los Angeles; Grace in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Doris's marriage had ended in divorce...
Doris and Grace had not crossed paths, expect for telephone and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. That said, as sisters, they remained close; it had been that way since their earliest c***dhood days in England. The two women had both 'married well' and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Doris in Los Angeles; Grace in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Doris's marriage had ended in divorce...
Doris and Grace had not crossed paths, expect for telephone and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. That said, as sisters, they remained close; it had been that way since their earliest c***dhood days in England. The two women had both 'married well' and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Doris in Los Angeles; Grace in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Doris's marriage had ended in divorce...
Hello ISS readers. I have been a follower for quite a long time. have posted a few of my experiences and felt good to hear from you’ll. Keep writing to me at About me, am a 30 year old married man, 5.9ft, muscular with a macho looking personality. Born and raised all in Bombay, moved to Bangalore a couple of years ago. I have a pretty content life in general with the obvious routines and monotonous lifestyles. Regarding my interest in women, I had a lifestyle of dating during college and early...
From the author of “When Sex Doesn’t Involve Talking But Only Passion” , I am narrating a story of how I found a secret boy friend. I am 29 slim to built, smart, bi-sexual, mostly end up being a bottom while also getting the partner to do the same. Rakesh was my best friends husband, she was the common friend of me and my wife, she got married to him last year and were living in pune, they moved back recently to chennai. Me and my wife stayed nearby to them when they moved, so we always used to...
Gay MaleHi all this is Kittu I am from Hyd this is my first story hope you like and make it best actually this is a story how I introduced to the call service, ya it’s fun but involved pain and hard feel please feel free to write in your comments to Thanks for the ISS team for letting some true exp come out of lonely peoples heart. Though they might be a fantasy but they get relaxed I hope with when they share any way coming to the story I am from bang lore moved to hyd for the job purpose and...
Sailing – Quiet Romance This is a little tale about an experience I had a while ago. But first, let me introduce myself, and also mention that all characters herein are consenting adults. The names have been changed in an effort to circumvent unnecessary persecution. I’m an ‘older’ guy, recently retired, living on a barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico, off the southwest Florida coast. I enjoy leading an active life, and try to stay fit by walking, bike riding, swimming and sailing on the...
MatureOffice Romance I don't know, maybe I should have said no and put my foot down when my wife wanted to feminize me. Of course, it would have been a foot wearing a leather three-inch-heeled slingback by then. We were an unusual couple from the beginning with me being younger and my wife being so much more dominant in our relationship. I was attracted to powerful women who liked to lead and Jane was everything and more. I worked as the information technologist in a large law firm in...
February 11, 1983 We had a show scheduled for this evening; we'd booked a Friday night slot at one of the campus pubs. It was to be my first gig with Lightning in a Bottle that wasn't specifically for friends and family. But it didn't happen. Oh, don't get the wrong idea. It wasn't because of any misdeeds on my part, or a resumption of intra-band discontent. Not this time. Rather, the blame fell squarely on Mother Nature. The snow started falling early that afternoon, and within a few...
Marsha Wilcox was sitting at home, watching the nothing that was on TV when she remembered that she had had a question for her son. He told her he would be over at the Allan house, but she didn’t want to call over and disturb the Doctor and his family, so she tried his cell phone. ‘Shit,’ she said quietly, hearing the ring tone sound off from his bedroom. ‘Well, I guess it won’t hurt to just ask him,’ she thought. She had to go to the grocery store anyway, and the Allan house was on the way....
Every day the ‘Fool on the Hill’ shuffled down from his ramshackle old house pushing a shopping trolley and wandered the streets picking up stuff. We all knew that it was stuff because whenever he was asked what he was collecting he would mumble ‘Stuff’. Most of the time he collected aluminum soft drink cans. That wasn’t his only eccentricity, as he shuffled about picking up stuff he would mumble to himself and to his friend. Sometimes he and his friend would argue and there were occasions...