Stanley Gets A Heart On
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The Stanley, Room 217 I finally managed to earn the copious amounts of money required to book a night at the famous Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado. Being a horror movie buff and a recreational ghost hunter, room 217 at the Stanley was the ultimate haunted room. Even though I had to book the stay six months in advance, I was beyond excited knowing I'd be able to stay there on June 25, the one night per year that paranormal activity was supposed to be at its highest at the...
MASON LIKES THE DICK AND HE WANTS IT IN AND AROUND HIS MOUTH. THEN HE WANTS IT IN HIS BUTTHOLE,THENITGOESINHISURETHRA. AFTER HE HAS THE PEAHNUS IN AND AROUND HIS BUTTHOLE AND URETHRA HE WILL TAKE IT AND RUB IT ALL OVER HIS OILED UP TITTY FACE BUTT HOLE WANK STAINED. THEN MASON DRESS HIS BODY WHILE PEANUS MAN ALSO DRESS SELF BUT THEMS WAS THE SAME. MASON WAS OUT OWN PEANUS IN SELF. THEN MASON OUT WENT AND MET PEOPLES WHIO DIN DUD NOT KNOWS HIMS SCECROT OF OWN PEUNUS PUNTATION WITH OWN PUNIS....
April 5, 1991, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania “Hi Tara! Hi Marie! It’s good to see you again,” I said when Mario, Ned, and I arrived at the Pittsburgh Civic Arena, known affectionately as ‘The Igloo’. Tara gave me a quick hug, and I nodded to Marie. She and Mario kissed, and then Mario introduced the women to Ned. He produced five tickets, which we presented to the ticket-taker at the gate. We followed the signs to section W2, and an usher showed us to our seats in the second to last row, almost...
To some, the NHL playoffs are a welcome event, especially if they involve their favorite team. Me? I couldn’t give a rat's ass because — as you may have read in my earlier journal entries — I do not like sports. For my awesome husband, however… well, his favorites, the Boston Bruins are in the Stanley Cup playoffs. For me, the best thing about that is knowing that, along with other season ticket holders, he’ll be busy for four to seven nights. Actually, I planned on going to St. Louis for...
CheatingThis story is only available on Lush Stories! Stanley was a writer, a bloody good one, as it had turned out. It was almost as if there was some smutty guardian angel watching over his shoulder, prompting his fingers as they tapped out sexy prose. Whilst at university, he’d been working on his dissertation when he’d met the woman who was to become his muse, Elsa. As a result, he had discovered his knack for writing and not just erotica, although that’s where his main talent seemed to lie. Elsa...
Juvenile SexualityByJim StanleyChapter 10Bernie and MeI excused myself at the end of the pinochle game. "Goodnight everybody,"was my exit cue, to which everyone responded, almost in unison, "Goodnight,sleep well." I went up the stairs and immediately undressed, lying nakedbeneath the covers, awaiting Bernie's warm body and his 10 inch hard cock.I had no idea how much longer the game would continue and lay theredry-mouthed anticipating all that would transpire between Bernie and methat night. My...
Juvenile SexualityByJim StanleyChapter 10Bernie and MeI excused myself at the end of the pinochle game. "Goodnight everybody,"was my exit cue, to which everyone responded, almost in unison, "Goodnight,sleep well." I went up the stairs and immediately undressed, lying nakedbeneath the covers, awaiting Bernie's warm body and his 10 inch hard cock.I had no idea how much longer the game would continue and lay theredry-mouthed anticipating all that would transpire between Bernie and methat night. My...
Juvenile SexualitybyJim StanleyChapter 1Its Beginnings"He's a love c***d." These words of my mother to our next-door neighborwere my first introduction to sexuality. I was nine at the time, justcoming into sexual awareness and I wondered what those words meant. I hadan inkling, but I wasn't sure. I sought out my older next-door neighborand asked him the meaning of these words. Red was quick with hisanswer. "It means," he said, "that your mother and father had sex at a latedate in their life and...
Juvenile SexualityByJim StanleyChapter 12My Father and Bernie In my imaginings, I often wondered about the relationship betweenmy father and Bernie. I knew that they were cousins. I knew that theyboth came from the "old country." I knew that they engaged in sex with mymother. But I never saw anything overt between them except a certainfondness for one another. That changed one day. I was 16 at the time, myfather 68. My mother had gone to visit some relatives in a nearby town.She would be gone...
Juvenile SexualityByJim StanleyChapter 10Bernie and MeI excused myself at the end of the pinochle game. "Goodnight everybody,"was my exit cue, to which everyone responded, almost in unison, "Goodnight,sleep well." I went up the stairs and immediately undressed, lying nakedbeneath the covers, awaiting Bernie's warm body and his 10 inch hard cock.I had no idea how much longer the game would continue and lay theredry-mouthed anticipating all that would transpire between Bernie and methat night. My...
Juvenile SexualitybyJim StanleyChapter 1Its Beginnings"He's a love c***d." These words of my mother to our next-door neighborwere my first introduction to sexuality. I was nine at the time, justcoming into sexual awareness and I wondered what those words meant. I hadan inkling, but I wasn't sure. I sought out my older next-door neighborand asked him the meaning of these words. Red was quick with hisanswer. "It means," he said, "that your mother and father had sex at a latedate in their life and...
Juvenile SexualityByJim StanleyChapter 14The Loving YearsI had just turned 23, my father 75. Everything was going well at thebakery. He worked there daily with me and we enjoyed sharing the tasks andproblems of ownership. At this time, we were together 24 hours of each day. One day, after a particularly grueling schedule of baking and cleaning, wecame home tired. I made a chicken casserole and put it in the oven so thatit would be ready when we were. I suggested a drink to relax and Dad wasmore...
Juvenile SexualityByJim StanleyChapter 13Teen CrisisI was s*******n when I graduated from high school. My father turned 69. Icame home one day to find a bereaved father in tears. My mother died froma sudden stroke. I put my arms around him and held him close for whatseemed hours. We both loved her very much, he in a deep and specialway. But it was because of her death that my life would change radically atthis time. I loved my father deeply in his crisis and vowed to stay closeto him. An...
Juvenile SexualityByJim StanleyChapter 12My Father and Bernie In my imaginings, I often wondered about the relationship betweenmy father and Bernie. I knew that they were cousins. I knew that theyboth came from the "old country." I knew that they engaged in sex with mymother. But I never saw anything overt between them except a certainfondness for one another. That changed one day. I was 16 at the time, myfather 68. My mother had gone to visit some relatives in a nearby town.She would be gone...
Juvenile SexualityByJim StanleyChapter 10Bernie and MeI excused myself at the end of the pinochle game. "Goodnight everybody,"was my exit cue, to which everyone responded, almost in unison, "Goodnight,sleep well." I went up the stairs and immediately undressed, lying nakedbeneath the covers, awaiting Bernie's warm body and his 10 inch hard cock.I had no idea how much longer the game would continue and lay theredry-mouthed anticipating all that would transpire between Bernie and methat night. My...
Juvenile SexualitybyJim StanleyChapter 1Its Beginnings"He's a love c***d." These words of my mother to our next-door neighborwere my first introduction to sexuality. I was nine at the time, justcoming into sexual awareness and I wondered what those words meant. I hadan inkling, but I wasn't sure. I sought out my older next-door neighborand asked him the meaning of these words. Red was quick with hisanswer. "It means," he said, "that your mother and father had sex at a latedate in their life and...
“How many men have you fucked?” Brian asked Maggie. They were laying on their backs, naked, in a luxurious bed in a room in the Stanley Hotel in Nairobi, Kenya. “That’s a personal question, you impertinent twerp,” answered Maggie tartly, but with a smile on her face. “I’m interested in the sex life of a MILF.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Am I your surrogate mother?” Brian smiled back. “No, I’ve not yearned to fuck my mother. My sister? Maybe. He laughed. “However, I would be interested in...
May 27, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Here’s a key to the house,” I said. “And your personal alarm code. Dinner is usually at 6:15pm.” “Thank you,” Michelle said. “You’re welcome. You’re OK with me going to the office now? Abbie and the kids are here.” “Yes. I’m going to class tomorrow.” “You’re sure? I still think you should call home.” “No,” she said firmly. “OK. That’s the last time I’ll ask you to do that. Is there anything else you need?” “Just my stuff. But I’ll have my old roommate...
Previously the great Lord Ragan had been caught in a terrible snowstorm whilst trying to cross wasteland known as The Badlands. He became separated from his two lieutenants, and he and his bodyguard Simmons had hopelessly continued together on foot after their horses died. Just at the moment, Ragan thought all was lost; they had spotted a tiny hamlet and were dragged in by the inhabitants.The hamlet was owned and ruled by a minor Lord, Lord Godfrey, a rather frail, blind old man. However,...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThe bitterly cold wind stabbed at Lord Ragan’s face like a thousand needles. They were in real peril. The snowstorm had snuck up on them two days ago. They had lost their way in the white blindness.Now it was just Lord Ragan and his oldest trusted bodyguard and aide, Simmons. His two other lieutenants had become separated from their horse train in the previous long night. He had to assume they were dead or dying somewhere, lost as he was in this desolate wasteland.He did not believe he would...
Fantasy & Sci-FiWallace gave a huge sigh of relief at the news the great Lord had agreed to bed his wife. Exactly what retribution Wallace feared he would encounter after failing to arrange a young farmer's daughter to bed him, Ragan did not know. Ragan would have been disappointed for sure, but he wasn’t the type of lord to deal out death and judgement for what he considered a minor failure to uphold the ‘Thanking’ tradition. It wasn’t even a real law per se, just a custom.Of course, Ragan had kept silent,...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThis story began as a prologue for a much longer story that was never completed – so I just continued with this part instead.Lord Harrington’s OrdealLord Harrington was laid naked on a long, thin table, his arms secured to the sides by steel rings and his legs spread wide and secured high in the air to a metal bar suspended from the ceiling. Carol was stood between his open legs, gently scraping her long fingernails around the tip of his throbbing cock. ?I do hope that you’re going to give me...
Lord Cowie of Queenstown was the rather spoiled son of the Viscount of Queenstown. Lord Cowie indulged himself in his father's great wealth everyday. Having been sent down from university the errant young Lord Cowie was looking for anything to keep his salacious appetite, which was any sexual experience, satisfied. It happened one October morning when Lord Cowie had took liberty with the local milk maid,a beautiful girl who enjoyed the hard sex that Lord Cowie and herself partook of in the...
Kathleen hurried up the stone castle steps to his lordship’s chamber’s, her arms full of fresh towels and linens. She knew she only had a few minutes before the banquet in the great hall downstairs was over to allow the drunken guests a chance to sleep off their mead before the stag hunt in the morning. Standing before the large oaken door, she rapped twice to make sure she would not be disturbing anyone then slipped inside to the bed chambers. She had only been in Lord Michael’s private rooms...
She appeared to me as if an angel at Mr Marchington's ball at the great hall at Thrimby, I was at once bewitched and dangled helpless in her thrall, as I beheld an angel with ringletted golden hair, with eyes of blue and a merry laugh that lightened even my poor dour soul.And I was not alone, everyone else that claimed to be male and of the red blood lusted after this angel, the very epitome of beauty and grace, as she glided swiftly across the dance-floor in as swish of flouncing lace, as if...
I wanted to say thank to everyone who gave me input on part 1. I have tried my best to improve my grammar. I hope this part is easier to read. Feel free to email me any suggestions at [email protected]. Part 2 of Lord, Princess and the Empire William was confused "Empress, I don't understand. How can I replace Elaine? Unless you have a daughter I don't know of?" "I will let your mother explain the hows. I have come to understand that your sister Elaine would not be a good...
Lord of the Legion By: Lyrissa "Beware, mortal. Your doom is at hand!" the towering figure said in its deep, sonorous voice. The figure stepped out of the shadows and the flickering light of the lamps cluttering the laboratory revealed a tall male creature with a deep red skin and a pair of odd backwards-jointed legs terminating in massive hooves. He stood tall enough to nearly scrape the top of his ridged skull on the ceiling of the room despite how spacious it was, and the short,...
I looked around the sitting room, where my sisters and mother and the aristocratic and haughty Lady Marjory and the flame haired Rose her tall spoiled daughter, were all looking expectantly at me and I laughed. "Mr Harnsworth," Lady Marjory demanded, "What exactly do you find funny?" It was something my Father said many years ago, "John," he had said to me in his kindly manner as I stood before him many yeas ago as a child, "I fear that you shall have to make your own fortune in...
I’m overwhelmed and delighted by your amazing response to chapter four. I was a bit unsure how readers would respond to my psych out at the end, but it seems nobody minded and you found it as fun as I did. Please keep the comments coming, since this is still my first work of fiction. I’ve had extremely helpful advice from several readers that have improved the story, and I thank them! * The cold grew more bitter and the days shorter as Advent neared. The harvest and hunting had been...
Friday, June 29 1861 Southampton, Hampshire, England The stranger sitting in the corner of her parlor wouldn’t stop looking at her. Broad shouldered, well dressed, chin length brown hair, his blue eyes tore over her in an assessing way. ‘Let us begin, sir.’ Elizabeth, her mother and sister, the stranger and his lawyer were gathered in the parlor of her home. She knew that the meeting couldn’t come of good things. They had had meetings like this one before, Gentlemen and their lawyers would...
This is my first attempt at writing a story. I have put quite a bit of work into it. I hope you enjoy my efforts. I would also be glad for any input in improving my writing. If you would like to send me comments email me at [email protected]. Private Christopher Mills dunks into his commanders tent, A Colonel William Hamilton. The Colonel was sitting at his desk reading a report, dated for today 8-26-2059. He wasn't a huge man at 5' 9", 195 pounds, blue eyes, short stubby...
“Kait, you are a foolish girl. You had better tell me what you were thinking. Tell me!” She ordered. Her face was red with anger and I knew she wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon. If she wasn’t ignoring me, she was begging for a fight. “Mom- for the hundred millionth time- let’s drop this, OK?” I was tired of this argument going around it circles. Clearly she wasn’t tired at all. She threw put the dishtowel on the kitchen counter and walked quickly walked towards...
We had just finished dinner and mom was cleaning up. She loaded the dirty pots and pans into the dishwasher. She didn’t talk to me. Instead she let her actions speak for her. Slamming pots and pans were her way of conveying her anger. “Kait, you are a foolish girl. You had better tell me what you were thinking. Tell me!” she ordered. Her face was red with anger and I knew she wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon. If she wasn’t ignoring me, she was begging for a fight. “Mom- for the...
We had just finished dinner and mom was cleaning up. She loaded the dirty pots and pans into the dishwasher. She didn’t talk to me. Instead she let her actions speak for her. Slamming pots and pans were her way of conveying her anger. “Kait, you are a foolish girl. You had better tell me what you were thinking. Tell me!” she ordered. Her face was red with anger and I knew she wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon. If she wasn’t ignoring me, she was begging for a fight. “Mom- for the...
SpankingBella was a young girl of 18 and starting work for a lord and lady Digsbry, she had been in service for about 3 weeks when his lordship sent for her, arriving at the study door she knocked and waited “come in” she opened the door to a huge study, she had never seen this part of the house before closing the door behind her she curtseyed “you sent for me your lordship” “ah Bella it’s you sit down my dear” lord Digsbry was in his late thirties and had taken over the estate when his parents had...
I finished shining the black latex to a glossy sheen admiring my reflection as I did, I then stood back to admire my work. My wife Penny stood before me covered head to foot in latex, panting with excitement I admired the ample contours of her beautifully body. The suit was made to measure so it fit in all the right places. My mouth watered at the sight and I could see the lust in her eyes. In return she took the shining gloss and began to shine the latex suit I was wearing. You see I too...
If truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to oversee his estate, though in truth it was no longer his but mine. He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect model for any artist wishing to depict a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to...
I realize that this chapter is short, but I need to move past it to develop the story because it’s been stalling me. Such are the vicissitudes of reading amateur work on the web, I suppose! I hope you all enjoy the feast of 2 chapters after a famine, sorry my disability has been kicking my ass lately! Please vote and remember that I have a comment fetish. * Lilac’s knees and shins burned in agony on the stone floor as she woke, groaning to find herself still in the world and not heaven,...
Heh, thank you, loyal readers, for giving me feedback on my previous piece. To address some of the points people made, since I can't really do it elsewhere (skip to the story if you're not interested): Yes, the first piece was basically plotless. I wrote it because it was a 'fapping piece' and story wasn't really the first thing on my mind. Nevertheless, one has developed, and you get to see a little more of the storyline in this part. I appreciate the ego boost (when I read the...
Game 4 Monday is never a good day for me but I knew in advance that there would be at least games four and five ahead. That was good because I faced reduced adventure opportunities in the summer and I hoped I wouldn't still be sore. But I was. I felt like I needed a vacation or something nice. Anyway, I got a text saying that he would be driving to the game early and I replied, Going to the gym then calling it a night. That was likely to be true as I really hadn’t found anything or anyone I...
CheatingHey, new submitter here at Fictionmania, you know the drill. I don't mind other people posting this story to their sites, as long as they don't charge and ask me first. This story contains sexual content. You must be of the legal age relevant to your country of residence to view it. Just remember, Menoth is watching you and he knows if you're bad. Then he sets you on fire. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any people or places, living or dead, is entirely...
Lord Dagmar’s EstateChapter 1Dress appropriately. That’s what the letter had said. It wasn’t a letter you ignored either. The calligraphic script and the weight of the paper showed you it meant business. No exclamation mark or other intonation was necessary; the whole thing reeked of old school, old money, old power. That was not to say the age behind the power lessened it, it was still as strong today as it had always been, strong, stable and unmovable. A relentless force driving the...
Greetings once more. Welcome to the third part pf my story. While I do appreciate the fact that people have actually bothered to at least post some sort of commentary to my stories so far, I have yet to reach my rather lofty (it would seem) goals in terms of numbers... I'm also keen to actually get some discussion on my work going, but don't really want to start something without actually getting other people to participate in it... AS such, there is a post I put to a forum a while...
Your name is Dan, you are currently at high school working to finish up your 3rd year right now. But a few girls discover an artifact with chaotic powers to curse people and do a multitude of things like, changing their clothes, turning them into girls, or even removing their sense of dignity. Little did either of you know, but this Orb would turn you into something much greater than anything this world has ever seen. As you touch the orb, you feel an incredible power start to surge throughout...
BDSMHello to all of you out there in internetland. This will likely be the last piece I will ever psot to Fictionmania. To be honest the admins don't answer my e-mails excpet once where they did so with as short a message as was humanly possible to get thier message across, so I'm moving to a different location. When I post any new parts of the story it will now be at the Yahoo! group I have created for that purpose. This will also allow me to respond to comments and criticism from...
Harry sat awake in his chair, a sturdy old thing he’d found in one of the many rooms of Grimmauld Place, it was now well into another night of Harry’s chosen seclusion from the rest of his society, he had taken this nearly immediately after his victory over Voldemort, he had left a brief statement where he stated that he was pleased to have finally defeated the dark lord who had been terrorising the world since his fourth year of school and that now he wished to be left alone for a while so...
I am Lord. I am the savior of this universe but they do not understand yet. These worthless heroes fight everyday against both men and women who truly understand the world. Of course, some may pursue more chaotic desires. But some, like me, truly wish to make a difference even if it means tearing apart everything they “love”. Who is they? Those “heroes” everyone worships and idolizes as gods. I will show these gods can bleed... I will make these gods kneel. The door to the office bursts open...
The change came gradually, so slowly that you had no idea it had taken place. Travelling into one of the few remaining large forests of Britain, you found yourself lost when the path you had previously taken was suddenly gone, replaced by thick bushes with thorns everywhere. Slightly distraught, you decide to carry on, wary of this strange happening. After a while, when nothing else has taken place, you decide that it was just due to you taking a wrong turn. You were also tired from a long day...
She was a simple peasant girl. She had a pleasant bosom. Not too small to resemble a buy nor too large to be udders on a cow. They were average, but just right on her frame. Nothing on her looked out of place. Her eyes were a bright blue, her hair a gentle brown, not too light or dark, often teased into a single braid that would hang over her shoulder. She tended to wear blue dresses and brown blouses that accentuated the pale flesh of her slightly revealed bosom. When I had passed through her...
FantasyIt is unusual, quiet, eerie dark; but I don't know if it is calm before the storm or the one just after the battle. Sithen has decided it is time for rest so it made its chambers dark, bathing the gardens in cold blue moonlight. It was only hours since we worked magic, danced to rhythm of our desires, but I lay awake, motionless in the big, black silk covered bed, and listen to His breathing. He sleeps like a King, spread eagle in peaceful, deep, dreamless rest. Sliding carefully to...
Thanks to every loyal reader who’s hung around while I’ve been ill. Chapter Seven is finally here and Chapter Eight is coming. Please remember to vote, and comments are always welcome. I deeply appreciate politely phrased and constructive criticism! Hope you enjoy some sexual action at last! * Lilac rose and carried the slumbering Nan to her own chamber and bed, a treat she often bestowed on the orphans. When she returned she looked bowed down by a weariness Sir Reynard had never seen in her...
I apologize for the delay, I’ve been very ill. Here is Ch. 6, which gives insight into Lilac’s thoughts and personality. Next chapter will have more raunch and will be up in the next few days. Thanks for reading, please take time to rate and comment! * ‘Tell me your Ave and I will tell you its meaning in turn.’ crooned Lilac softly to the orphan splashing around in her tub at the hall hearth. Much as she loved reveling, she enjoyed the renewed quiet. Sir Reynard listened in dozily as he...
(Bobby may tell her tale.) My name is Bobby may Walcott; my sister is will-mina (Wilma or wily for short). We come from a family of Wicca women far back as I can tell. It is well over eight hundred years. I and my sister's will be tying to tell our story as best we can. Well I guess the best place to start is the beginning? I guess it started back when our grand aunt Mural took over the families following. That was 1866 when she began to mate with her father Milford Walcott, she was...
Delvin Artanus was an innkeeper in a not-so-typical fantasy setting, he wasn’t an average person, but he was the kind of character that most stories would relegate to background status. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t nice to look at; some would say he had a kind of natural hotness to him reserved for when you are talking about someone in terms of appearance and social presence. He was no warrior or Paladin; Delvin was just someone that adventurers occasionally interacted with and told stories to...
FantasyLord Edgar looked on with admiration at the sight before his horny eyes. Lord Edmund, his childhood friend-cum business partner and heir to his father’s vast cotton mill empire, was on all fours, his backside facing Lord Edgar and his companion Sir Kieran Veritice who were standing on the far side of the room. His naked backside! His large pink anus winked at the on looking noblemen as Lord Edmund’s head buried in between the open slender legs of a young peasant slut, his big tongue lapping...
The driver shook the reigns and the horses struck the cobbles and the carriage moved off, clattering noisily down the narrow street, echoing off the close knit houses. The two gentlemen peered cautiously from under the overhanging building, careful not be seen by people looking out of the window. After a few minutes they both quietly headed up the opposite end of the street. ‘I don’t know why we have to go to this awful side of town every month.’ the red headed gentleman grumbled ’I’m sure...
I quickly snapped myself out my daydream, and realized a bead of drool had rolled out the corner of my mouth, along with a drop of precum from my once more rigid dick. Why waste my time fantasizing when the real thing was within spitting distance in any direction? I'd gotten myself worked up again, and my cock throbbed angrily. There wasn't the same feverish need to rut as there had been in Beth's classroom. This time I felt a calmer, but somewhat crueler drive. I wanted to hurt someone....
--- I awoke to the playful teasing of a tongue on my balls. It traced all around the outline of my scrotum, momentarily cradling each testicle in a careful embrace. Each ball was briefly sucked into the inviting mouth, and rolled around lovingly between her tongue and soft inner cheek. I slowly pried open my eyes to see which if my girls had won the chance to wake me this morning. Propping myself up on my elbows I glanced down to see my naked body, uncovered by sheets, and a small head...