French tourist getting blackmailed by a local girl
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November 1995 Montreal, CanadaThe envelope was addressed in bold print and looked quite official. It said: Miss Elizabeth St. Jacques 9373 Maurice-Duplessis Boulevard #16 Montreal, QC, H1E 6P2 Lizzy glanced at the return address. It was from some lawyer in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania named Mr. Ben Foster. Lizzy had never heard of him. She was more interested in getting indoors, out of the cold, than in investigating the contents of the envelope. And so she did, dropping the letter and the rest...
SeductionThis is the third song I'll submit as poetry to FM. Those who saw these songs first on the message board know I have more songs, but I think I'll wait a bit before submitting them. If these songs do fairly well, then I'll go ahead and submit some of the others. "Rainbow Connection" is one of those songs that transcends time. It is about fantasy, magic, and the power to dream. What better song to parody with a TG twist I say. "Transgender Connection" Why are there so...
Thanks go to Anne Baker for the French help and editing. French Lessons - by Couture (c)2002 After I'd finished my morning laps in the pool, I dried off, walked inside, tossed my towel on the arm of the sofa and proceeded to make myself a healthy shake. Sophie, the maid, walked in tisking to herself and eyeing me dubiously, as she picked up my towel, "?a alors, il ne ramasse jamais, celui-la," she muttered in her heavily accented voice. I used to wonder what she was saying. ...
Sandy looked up from the books broken open on her desk. One hand with spread fingers pressed down two books open at the same time. The books were new and revolting against staying open. Her other hand had a pencil poised in her hand. The way she held the pencil had always seemed awkward to everyone. It was like a fist with the pencil butt going straight into the air."Honey, you have been studying all day on your birthday. Let me talk to my daughter for at least five minutes to wish her happy...
The sound of his voice, his breathing as he approaches his orgasm is still so fresh in mind. Hearing him cum when we are chatting sends me over the edge and I find it so difficult to control myself. He loves it when I loose control, and I slide over that edge for him, sometimes repeatedly. He is such an amazing lover, amazing friend to me. Our connection so sincere, so real, so lovely. I truly cannot get enough of him. We met on Lush a few years ago now. Our friendship always special right...
MasturbationFrench Maid: There was a song I used to listen to growing up by the Animals called "The House of the Rising Sun". I particularly remember "it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one". The song came back to me as I was thinking about my career trajectory after leaving university and more particularly how I came to work in our local French restaurant. I had come back from university like most students with a large overdraft. Not only that but my father had passed...
First of all my name is Jon. I am about 5'10" and I have light brown hair and blue eyes. My friends name is Tannar, he is about 6'1", with dark hair and blue eyes. We have known each other for about ten years now and this happened a little over two years ago. Tannar and I are really close, and there is an obvious connection between us that isn’t found in every friendship. We both noticed this connection when we were about 18 years old. We used to build forts all the time and would hide away...
Gay"Suddenly, I'm in the mood for finger food." [ ... hmmm, let me back up to the beginning of 'lunch'.] The mingy, fine-grained blacktopped parking expanse was nearly esurient. To be expected, considering the adjuratory rain had just ceased. Now, the freshly-paved fragrance of the warming asphalt violated my nasal cilia. An assiduous sun sent an increasing number of highly charged photonic javelins thru the reluctantly scattering cloud cover. After momentarily admiring the effect from my...
Oh, look at me, getting way ahead of myself. My name is Will, and I’m a freshman in high school. I’m not that popular, but my friends are. Its sort f weird like that, but it’s because I played football at my high school starting in 7th grade, and that gives you certain credibility at our school. I wasn’t the superstar or anything, but I was noticed for two things: my height and my last name. No, I’m not a giant; in fact I’m not that short, but whatever. I’m 5’6 and 140 lbs, most of that being...
A few days passed after the beach incident. James hadn't spoken to his family and didn't have the opportunity. He was enjoying being on holiday. It was the first time he had left America. He was staying in his own room within a large warehouse in France. The three men who was producing the movie he was going to be starring in were around but nothing sexual had happened. James had been treated well, given good food and money to spend on new clothes and for his time in France. He was assured...
Introduction: A reunion with a former French teacher ends in a new lesson. It was during my first summer holiday since Id gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didnt really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock...
Hi, I’m 29 years old and first time sharing my experience here. I am athletic and wheatish 5.78 ft height. This experience was 2 years back, when I first meet had my experience. Though it was 2 weeks of intense session with a lady from France but it was my life time experience. Still cherish to have. I work as travel advisory agent and joined a small company in Bangalore. It was my first job in Travel since I loved to visit different places but unfortunately I didn’t had opportunity to have a...
I first saw the ad on the internet French Lessons I first saw the ad on the internet.? The website was a listing of Dominant Women on the West Coast.?? Since I live in LosAngeles, I was checking out the pictures and information on local dominants.? The one that caught my attention was unique.? Madame Darcy was based in Paris.? Her ad stated that she traveled to LosAngeles frequently and had family here.? She required a slave/servant.? She wanted ownership of a slave who would serve...
I was thirty-seven that Autumn, a lifelong bachelor who had been slowly becoming set in my ways, and so I found the arrival of Amelie and her continuing presence both a trial and a pleasure. It was a joy to have a teenager in the house, with her youthful view of the world allowing me to experience life through a youngster's fresh eye. But I had to also put up with her immaturity and her arrogance, combined with an anti-Americanism that threatened our uneasy peace almost from day one....
Lucy was watching intently, her lips parted and her tongue gently caressing her lower lip. She wanted a show, I’d give the bitch one. Lost connection A lazy start to my Saturday, I awoke late. Making a coffee, I went back to bed, picking up my laptop and logging into Lush. Checking my messages I noticed Jenny was online, so sent her a quick hello. Now, Jenny is never one to stop at a quick hello, and before I knew it we were chatting away. I asked her about her plans for the evening. She...
Lucy was watching intently, her lips parted and her tongue gently caressing her lower lip. She wanted a show, I’d give the bitch one. Lost connection A lazy start to my Saturday, I awoke late. Making a coffee, I went back to bed, picking up my laptop and logging into Lush. Checking my messages I noticed Jenny was online, so sent her a quick hello. Now, Jenny is never one to stop at a quick hello, and before I knew it we were chatting away. I asked her about her plans for the evening. She...
MasturbationChapter 4 During the time Jaimie was in her coma and starting her recovery the family kept busy trying to keep their minds off of her plight and avoid overthinking about something that none of them had control over. The ones who knew best how to deal with the issues were Deborah Peterson, Reyna Toro, Kennedy Pena, and Katie Eliza. All of them had undergone their final surgeries to complete their journey to womanhood so they knew best what she was feeling and how to help her Among...
My fifteen-year-old daughter Dominique was even sexier that her mother had been. Since her mother’s death two years ago Dominique has been a handful to say the least. My hands were tied and I was at my wits end. I couldn’t beat Dominique as much as she deserved and I couldn’t put her into foster care either. As a last resort my sister promised to straighten her out and return her to me in a few months. I had my doubts but I had no other choice but to take her up on her offer. So I...
FRENCH BOY WITH IRANIAN BOY Hello every one….I am going to tell my real story…my name is Enzo from Nice-France…my family newly converted to Islam…and we now migrated to Montreal-Canada…I am 16 years old…quite slim and well looking….5’8″ tall…white in complextion and my Cock size is not that great…its about 5″ long… There I was…. sitting in one of my classes…. I was scanning the faces of the Boys in my class and in my school….when my eyes fell upon one Indian boy….he looks few years older then...
Gay MaleIt was during my first summer holiday since I'd gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn't really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive...
AnalCopyright © 1998 by sandman I was born in 1935 in Lyons, France. It was a very bad time to be a Frenchman, it was a very bad time to be a child. All around me the great post-war depression raged and people whispered in hushed tones that the winds of war were echoing through the hills again. And at the age of four, war did indeed arrive sweeping away the last remnants of my childhood innocence for war cares nothing of such things. My Papa, a great and noble man, spoke soothing words to...
FRENCH DRESSING 2 CHAPTER 1 The new girl Sami was waiting for me in the arrivals area. We rushed to one another and embraced, exchanging kisses on the cheeks. "Come on Babette, let's get you home." Eventually we got off the Metro and walked a few hundred metres along the Boulevard St Germain. I inhaled the sights and smells of the city, I longed to admire every shop, I gazed into every cafe. But Sami dragged me along and up a small side-street to a little courtyard. "Here...
French Maid Part 2: I looked at the girl my mother had just created in the mirror struggling to connect with the fact that the girl I was looking at was in fact me, a boy, a lost boy, a completely lost boy... I looked at the girl in the mirror, her fishnet encased legs, her half slips and her bra. I looked up at her perfectly made up face, her lipstick painted lips, her long blonde hair in a ponytail. Boys just didn't look like this. I looked at the girl in the mirror and concluded...
James had short dark hair, an athletic body from sports he played in high school. He had a faint set of abs. He was six foot one in height and was very handsome. He had girlfriends in the past but was single. He had always been the sporty type in high school but he had recently wanted to change that. He had a desire to start acting classes. He wanted to be a big actor like you see in the movies. He had an audition booked for tomorrow at 2pm. The movie was a French film. He did not really...
The first and most important step in that journey toward wholeness was finding his birth mother. It was a relatively easy process; she’d only lived less than two hours away for his entire life. She had been looking for him just as he had been looking for her so it was a matter of signing the appropriate papers and waiting for the red tape to be cut by adoption agency personnel. Their reunion had been awkward and rather uneventful. They decided it would be best if they chose to meet their...
Noah had struggled all of his life with issues of abandonment. That was a pretty standard condition for people who had been adopted but he had made sincere efforts to address his concerns and unpack his baggage. He hadn't managed to establish a healthy, long-term relationship in his 30 years of life but he was ever hopeful. The first and most important step in that journey toward wholeness was finding his birth mother. It was a relatively easy process; she’d only lived less than two hours...
Part Four: Her Autumn Tears Like Rain Wish Shift: Chapter Thirty-Five The Stromium Connection Year 1 A.S. Day 191 Danny and Sam took the drugs that Danny had taken from Amy's bathroom with them to the police as soon as they left the advocate's office. After telling Kira and Dianne what they saw, Danny didn't have much argument from her. She had noticed it a couple of times as well and just thought it was odd that...
Damon: I’ll bet you’ll get up to some trouble in Cabo. I smirked at the text that flashed up on our chat-log from the computer screen. He was always teasing me. Ashleigh: No trouble. At least not the good kind of trouble. I’m going with my boyfriend don’t forget. There was a pause, and while I anticipated his next words, I took a sip of the vodka soda I was prone to drinking while I spent my online hours chatting with my favorite virtual stranger, DamonX. I leaned back in my computer chair and...
TabooI choose you.They may as well have I love you for all Kaydia heard in them. Her arms went around his neck as she pulled him into her, her mouth capturing his in a kiss. A kiss that was not approved by the Council, but what she care? What did he care? He didn’t he didn’t care about that. He chose her. After nearly a decade of fearing that she killed the last person to give a damn about her, it felt good to know that she mattered to someone.That knowledge filled her with a need, a need to feel...
Fantasy & Sci-FiSuperior Sex ConnectionBy: Londebaaz Chohan Bob and Carol had been together for many years and both in no hurry to get married. Sex had been great but particularly in the last close to a year, she had let Bob fulfil his fantasy of taking her ass. They had been doing it more frequently as a routine and normal part of their sex life. Bob had been very careful over the years, not pushing or overly demanding but surely teasing more than occasionally. Bob knew, he would not enjoy doing it if he...
Anyway, it’s late in the day and they are by the lilly encrusted lake on a blanket. The scent of the raspberry ripple roses heady and heavy, compounded by the full bloom that he is using to lazily caress her body. Brushing her nipples, thighs, neck, everywhere. His hand is moving the stem almost reflexively. She is on her back, hands behind her hair, one leg raised, open to him. Her only garment, again his shirt, undone. He lies beside her, head propped up on his hand, admiring the view....
It was during my first summer holiday since I’d gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn’t really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive...
It was just another day, besides one fact. You had a D- in French, and your mom was pissed. She had said "If you EVER want to see anything but the WALLS of your ROOM you will go and get some EXTRA CREDIT!" So here it was, after school, and you were seeking some extra credit. Sadly, your French teacher wasnt the steriotypical hot, erotic kind. Mind you, she didnt look horrible, but she wasnt the hottest of the hot. She had about C-cup tits, and a rather large ass, a bit out of your...
My name is Clinton Crayle, and I'm a very different kind of Private Eye. My fee is a Thousand Dollars a day, and I'm seldom out of work. My specialty is untangling the kinky sex lives of the very rich. My clients know my discretion is absolute and I guarantee my results. So if you're rich and in a jam, come to see me. Elise Bentley did.... "I've lost my husband and wonder if you might be able to find him for me?" Elise Bentley, in an expensive dress accentuated by even more...
French Woman?s Ordeal Part 1By Sonya Esperanto [email protected]:It was a hot day in Pattaya, Thailand. It was summer time. The locals were running around, with hats on their heads, and here they watch the Western tourists, walking around. Foreigners from Scandinavia love Thailand?s heat.Claire was walking around. Claire was an attractive woman, originally from Bretagne, somewhere in the West Coast of the France, that faced the Atlantic Ocean. She stood at 6 feet tall, with...
© 2002 Couture After I'd finished my morning laps in the pool, I dried off, walked inside, tossed my towel on the arm of the sofa and proceeded to make myself a healthy shake. Sophie, the maid, walked in tisking to herself and eyeing me dubiously, as she picked up my towel, "Ça alors, il ne ramasse jamais, celui-la," she muttered in her heavily accented voice. I used to wonder what she was saying. Then one day I looked up some of the words in an English to French...
"Hi Jack," she said, her soft continental purr already sending shivers down my spine, "How are you?" "I'm fine thanks Mrs. Woodcock," I replied, trying to think of a way to get away as fast as possible without being impolite. "You can call me Chantelle now, Jack," she smiled. She began asking me how uni was, and I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, until we must have been chatting for about ten minutes. "Oh merde! Sorry, I just remembered my parking ticket's going to run...
She stepped out onto the balcony and the warm southern air fought with the unseasonably cool breeze against her bare shoulders. She hugged herself and looked over the yard. Down below on the first floor there were several party goers enjoying the music and each other. She wasn’t sure if she should really be waiting for him here. When he’d said ‘Meet me up there. I’ll be right behind you.’ he’d pointed at this small balcony and it hadn’t seemed as high or as dark or as removed as she felt...
The sun wakes him, there are windows on three sides of the room and no curtains. The shutters open and the breeze is grazing his body, keeping the heat at bay. He reaches over to take his glass and drink some water. As he does, he finds himself grinning as he surveys the scene of devastation around the bedroom. Clothes, underwear, stockings discarded, a lamp knocked over, most of the bedding on the floor and pillows spread around the room as he’d used them, imaginatively, to lift her hips...
I will be adding some stories and memories based on real events. Some of my painting and art are inspired by these events.So there I was driving down through France on my way to the Alps for the winter season, I was wearing a nice little blue strappy top, a black short skirt as I generally prefer and no panties or bra. It was warm enough in the car but when I got out for a little break at the next service station I grabbed my hoody to put on, even so, my nipples went hard as nails! I ran across...
French LessonsbyEmmyLou93©Lucy lived a quiet life, simple and typical of a young girl in the French countryside during 1860. Sighing, Lucy set down her needlework and went outside her father's tiny cottage, looking at the flowers. How beautiful they were as they reached toward the sun on this early spring day! She would have to pick some of the budding blooms for Papa later.She smiled, leaning down and smelling some of the daffodils. Her Papa was her dearest friend. Indeed, her only friend....
Introduction: A French houswife gives it nasty to her teenage neighbor. The Perfect HandTim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that he’d never had a girlfriend before and was too nervous to ask a girl out. As we all know, this may cause some problems when you are 17. His lack of girls led him to become a porn addict. This is where the story starts.It was...
When I was in high school I had a huge crush on this girl. She was a friend of a friend, and we didn't really hang out with the same people or have any classes together. We were each in relationships with other people , but always seemed to catch reach others eye on the periphery... She was kind of short, brown hair, and freckles. She had huge tits, probably the biggest of any girl I have ever fucked or fondle since. Freakishly huge, actually, for her small frame. She was a big time...
All right, I guess it was my fault, as it was my idea that got us into the situation that ended with me getting fucked by a complete stranger and both of us experiencing sex that we had never had before.No longer in our youth we prefer restful holidays in the warm. This time we were in the south of France as Billy was going to retire before long and we were considering buying a holiday home in the area. We were staying in a very nice hotel out of town and while it had its own pool it was only a...
Day 3. Sunday.After the exertions of the previous evening we slept well and woke late. We had missed breakfast at the hotel so we rang room service and they sent over a tray of continental breakfast - croissants and rolls with a pot of tea (for me) and coffee (for him) which we devoured.The day was another lovely one and it was still very warm. Being a Sunday there was very little to do as everything was closed so we went back to the beach, not really expecting a repeat of the previous day but...
French Maid Forever Debra Phil didn't think it was such a big deal. Not really. OK, he probably should not have cheated on his wife, Cindy. Again. With his personal assistant. But he had. And Cindy had caught him. Now she was livid. She was waiving the separate property agreement he had signed the last time this had happened. If she demanded a divorce, and with the pictures she had she would get one. She would own the house, the company and all of the investments. He...
James felt awkward after what had happened at the audition. His Mom had seen his dick and touched it. She hadn't seen it since he had been much younger. After a few more days he received a call from the film director telling him he had been successful. James was actually disappointed. He was nervous as to what would happen next. He didn't tell his Mom and just wanted to pretend it had never happened. The next stage was to start filming. James thought it was just one day of filming so told...
My friend Lizzie and I went to brittany in the north of France for a weekend in June when we were 15 years old. As soon as we got there at 10.30 at night we threw our bags into our room, and quickly changed into short skirts and more revealing tops. I had a boyfriend back home, but I thought this would be a nice drunken girly weekend with my best friend and so I wore my tightest denim mini, with my long light brown legs on show, and a baby pink polo shirt, with my 32D cleavage almost bursting...
The term ‘reserved occupation’ was used by many European countries in WWII to categorise certain trades and skills which exempted people from being conscripted for military service. In Britain, farming was one such skill; and as a farmer, my Uncle Ned (not a real uncle) was able to continue with his arable farming. He had recently taken a new bride: half his age and strikingly beautiful.Colette was a French refugee and the talk of the village. Some said Ned was a lucky man to share his bed with...
SeductionI was only 24 when I was sent to Jersey for three months to learn all about Stock Broking. I had left school at 17 and had joined a Shipping Agent company but the shipping business had collapsed with the use of the containers, and the company had to concentrate on its Investment Trust work. I was met at airport by the Managing Director who took me directly to the person who had agreed to put me up for three months. She was the widow of a director who had died some four months previously, from...
You couldn't mistake them for anything but what they were, rich French women deigning to allow the United States the pleasure of their company for a short while. And as they slowly walked towards me, every molecule in my body screamed 'danger', a warning I knew I couldn't heed. "Ah, Amelie, le voila," my sister intoned to her daughter, pointing at me. "Marie, Cat, what a pleasure," I said, rushing to meet them. There were no family hugs from these two, just a cheerless waving at my...
sgtblkwarrior: You could come visit metrankwilitee: All the way in Alaska???sgtblkwarrior: Yeah!trankwilitee: But it’s so cold.sgtblkwarrior: I’ll keep you warm.trankwilitee: Really?sgtblkwarrior: Yeah gurl. You know I been feeling you for a whiletrankwilitee: Same here. What if I do come?sgtblkwarrior: I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you!trankwilitee: Yasssssss Daddysgtblkwarrior: For real. We’ll hang out & have a good time & stufftrankwilitee: I’d like that.sgtblkwarrior: I’m for real...
Chapter One: Virgin Connection By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Cherise – Tol Via Village, The Kingdom of Athlos I hurried with my chores. My eyes were drawn to the dark edge of the Rothin forest. My family's farm lay right on the edge of the dark woods. Silver flashed between the trees. A unicorn had neared the edge. Everyone in the village whispered about the dreadful, horned unicorns that roamed the large woods. Everyone who risked the forest always spoke of catching glimpses of the...
Internet Connection By early in 2003, I had been an active member of an internet community for several years. The community was a NASCAR racing related group consisting of members from all over the United States. There were even a few members who popped in from overseas. The community members would spend hours chatting with each other in the chat room of the web site. Our conversations were not limited to racing. We discussed a wide variety of topics, especially during the off-season,...
I found myself in the position of having a fanatic admirer from a few videos I posted. I called him "V", which was the first letter of his name that I struggled to pronounce. V had figured out what college I attended and emailed me several times a day. Initially, I found V's pursuit flattering and we started communicating. I even agreed to meet him for oral sex back in the archives of the college library. I actually was excited to meet a "fan". I arrived about ten minutes and V was already...
Hi my name is Kiran and I am a 33 year old housewife staying in the upmarket area of Pune. In our society most families are from the upper strata and most of the women atre not working. We have an informal club called “Desperate housewives” named after the comedy serial on CNN. If our husbands find out what kind of fun we have when they are not there they will faint.As far as my body goes I am dark talk and voloptous with large breasts and a round nice ass. My husband who likes to have me from...
THE PERSIAN CONNECTION There was a beautiful but poor Persian girl that was a sister to a "wife" of a classmate. He was moving and I owned a pickup. He sidled up to me trying to work the angles to get what he wanted, I didn't see the need for all of this attempted manipulation. I was glad to help. Having come from a two- year collage with a quarter system, ASU was a slow drawn out process. Nine weeks to cover a subject, verses what seemed to be unlimited time and a cost that was...
“What do you want?” she spat angrily! This was it, this was the moment I had fantasized about for so long. I exaggerated my looking at her from bottom to top. Beginning with her cute little bare feet with dark purple painted toe nails, I shifted my gaze upward, past her smooth olive skinned calves, up to her bare chunky thighs, the memories of kissing, nibbling and biting the insides of them thighs while working my way up to that beautiful clean shaven pussy to taste every drop of her wetness...