MistyChapter 2 Misty loses it
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“So you don`t think I would be interested then?” Peter Hopkins lay naked on the bed, his large erection pointing skywards, towering above his old and emaciated body. “I wouldn't have thought so.” Said an equally naked Misty. “She`s flat chested, skinny hipped and just a total frump.” “But a virgin you say?” “Totally. She hasn't had a partner ever since I've known her, which is forever. She`s even been to the doctor about her lack of a sex drive, but the doctor couldn't find anything...
Misty Gardner sat in her car outside her flat and collected her things. It had been a busy day in the school where she worked as a teaching assistant, and she was looking forward to a nice hot bath. There was only one more thing left to do. Run the gauntlet of old man Hopkins. She took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing Misty.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and climbed from the car, opening the rear door, and collecting a series of ring binders and various folders that contained her...
Chris has her friend Misty stay over for the night. She and her friend have been talking about sex for weeks. Misty was very curious when Chris told her she actually watched her mother and her boy friend make love. She wanted to know how she managed it and Chris explained how she had hidden in her mom's closet one night and on a couple of occasions spied on them from the hallway when they had sex in the living room. The girls pretend to go to bed early then after a few minutes Chris gets up...
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All of us folks up in Coon’s Hollow had heard tell of the tall tales about Misty McCoy’s long gone grandmother. The oldster struck most of us mountain dwellers as a bit mite peculiar with regard to her actual biological age and her appearance at different stages of her life.I had not personally witnessed granny McCoy’s strange outward look of a teenaged female right up into her mid-forties and then the way she seemed to age at a much slower rate than other Hollow women born close to her age....
SupernaturalShe was scared as they wheeled her into the operating room. ?Hi Misty? said the cheery voice of a young doctor. ?I’m the one who’s going to make sure you have wonderful dreams?. Misty smiled weakly as she was helped onto the operating table. She lay down, feeling exposed beneath his gaze in the thin white gown. He moved round to the side of her and she felt a sudden sting as he inserted an IV into the back of her hand. Tears started welling in her eyes and she blinked them away quickly. ?This...
I had recently lost my virginity to an escort I had found online. She was a pretty enough black girl who went by the alias of Dark Angel.The thing I would soon realise was that having sex is like having Pringles: once you pop, you just can’t stop. The urge to have sex again was strong and difficult to ignore. Of course, I still had the same problems as before: going out in the world and finding someone to have sex with was a process wrought with obstacles I refused to face.There was a simple...
MatureMilton and I drove and talked about, what else? Girls. I was telling him about Misty's mom and what a hot woman she was. We both said to bad that she is not available for some fun. We checked out a couple of titty bars but they were both to smoky for either of us. Neither of us smokes and do not care for the smell. We went to another place, a rather country & western dance hall. Again this place was filled with smoke and as we were about to leave we got our surprise. Walking in the door...
Matt grumbled quietly to himself. How much longer would it be? he thought. The FBI agent had been assigned to Misty Peaks to investigate something about a missing scientist. The problem was, the town seemed to be way out in the middle of nowhere. The dark-haired man had been driving for three hours, and night was falling. Being a field agent, Matt had to keep himself in good shape, and he stood a hair under six feet tall, though neither of those would stop his boredness as he continued down the...
Introduction: this was actually one of my favorite stories its about a young girl and her friends starting their journey to womanhood. its not a long story but it more than gets the job done It was Saturday again and as usual I was giving a group of kids a ride home from soccer practice. I had just finished dropping off the Baxter twins a couple of real bratty 13 year old boys who had just about worn my patience thin playing with all of the controls and knobs in my van. I had one kid left...
Okay, so I’m a cock craving slut. I admit it. For the last two years I’ve been fucking Dan morning noon and night, at least on weekends. Week days it’s just mornings and evenings. I don’t know why, but I just can’t seem to be able to get enough cock. Fortunately for me, Danny really is a hot hunk with his solid thick nine inches and his muscle bound frame. I met him when he was doing some life guarding and the rest, they say is history. As time went on, I let him know that I...
I can’t believe it, the pain just goes on and on, even when nothing is happening I remain in pain, I don’t know how much more I can take. They have left me alone for a while, but I still hurt all over, I don’t thing I could find one square inch that I could touch without it hurting. How did this all happen? I have always been something of a spoiled daughter. My mother died when I was quite young and I was the only child my father had to heap his love on and I learned how to take advantage...
Which is why they had decided in a counsel that after a few successful years of ruling Thorin should take a wife and father his own heirs to the throne. He was not pleased by this but he would do what was best for his people as he had always done. That was when they were told that they would be entertaining the idea that outside races would be allowed to offer there women of noble birth for consideration for marriage. Thorin did not like that this opened up the floor for grandstanding by the...
She heard the howls of the wargs as they regrouoped and began the hunt. As she rode further into the woods she heard something that made her blood run cold. Further ahead of her in the trees she could hear the howls of a second warg pack, the howls continued as they began to fan out circling her in the trees. They were still to far off from her to see in the darkness but she knew they had an idea of where she was in the woods. As Arnial turned the horse to try retracing her path a bit she...
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Note :This story is completely fictional! The girl with the ring through her eyebrow hadn't yet put back on her clothes and was standing naked in the kitchen, her head tilted back as she took a long swig of the bottled water she had found in the fridge. Maxine, wearing only a bath robe open at the front, stood by the kitchen door and smiled. She wandered over to the girl, so slim and sensuous, her body still a little clammy after their early morning sex, and placed an arm over each shoulder,...
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Spanking"Fili, what is going on?" she asked shocked when she recognized them. "Arnial I wish we were seeing you again under better circumstances." Fili said with a tight smile. "Oh, my dear we have some bad news I'm afraid," Balin said bringing his horse right to the front. "The Arkenstone has been returned to Thorin." Arnial stiffened "I had heard what he was like when he had possession of the stone before the battle for the mountain. So he has taken to dragonsickness again, is that why...
The Arkenstone, the King's jewel, Heart of the Mountain. The one thing that would mean more to the dwarven people, it would force the King to marry her even if he was really wanting to marry the elf. Pressure would be put on him from the other dwarf kingdoms to choose a dwarf woman regardless and when she presented him with the Arkenstone it would seal their fate. Dithinia knew where she would have to look deep in the mountain where the dragon had once secreted himself. She knew that the...
She remembered that she and Thorin had escaped, that he had come to her rescue, and that he had agreed to keep her warm that night to avoid using a fire. As she watched him sleeping the full night came back to her, she had agreed to be his queen. Arnial tilted her head examining him a bit more closely now while he slept. He was naked she knew beneath the cloak they had slept under and she moved the claok so she could see a bit more of him but still be respectful. His chest had light scars...
He had not spent the night with a woman, let alone two, in quite sometime. These two elves had given him a night to remember and had even granted his confidence back to him. He reached out in the bed and Seraph curled against his side her lips pressing small circles around his shoulder. When he reached out to Laurel he found her already fast asleep her back smooth under his rough hands. He chuckled gently turning back to her sister tilting her head up to him, kissing her lips softly as she...
The fog had settled in from the north covering the trees to where one could not see but a few feet in front of them. It was too quiet in the woods, a kind of darkness had seemed to settle over them and had driven the animals from the forest. It was something they feared would make things difficult for Erebor and the Mirkwood home to the elves. The dwarves had been allies with the elves for many years at this point and as a sign of good will the neice to King Thranduil had sworn herself to the...
They watched the sun crawl over the grasslands and lake as it moved towards the treeline that seperated them from the elves. As the sun slipped closer it lit upon a small convoy heading for the mountain, it was clearly the elves arriving to present their brides. He counted eight horses and King Thranduil's stag, this one wasn't as majestic as the one he'd lost in the battle Thorin noted with slight satisfaction. Out of all the horses he could see they were all white except one, it's coat...
Snake was pissed and kept slamming his cock deeper in my asshole, “Snake, I mean it man, this bitch was telling the truth. He father is some big wig with some crime syndicate. Spencer called, he says this guy controls most of the drugs coming into Texas.” Snake was too close to coming to stop, he kept fucking me until I felt him shudder then unleash his load in my ass. He jerked his cock from my ass, “Are you telling me we snatched this bitch for he husband and her father is connected and we...
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We went to the bedroom and the bed was ready with pillows for the fireworks, what our ANR love would bring to us. I was no longer an ANR virgin so I was confident. Olga said, "If you want I could give you oral sex first, because my breast isn't yet full of milk and you'll be able to build up your own fluid." I told her, "I like that idea." "I gave you pineapple for lunch so your sperm will be very tasty for me. It's like what happens to my breast milk when I eat chili." My cock...
ride home from soccer practice. I had just finished dropping off the Baxter twins a couple of real bratty 13 year old boys who had just about worn my patience thin playing with all of the controls and knobs in my van. I had one kid left to drop off, a cute little 12 year old girl named Misty. Her house was out in the country about 15 miles away, but I didn't really mind because I figured it would be a nice quiet drive and would help relieve the tension brought on by...
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I’ve recently seen some pics of some really hot speedo guys hanging out at Lake Powell and it brought back fond memories of the one time I visited. At the time I wrote about it on my blog (AussieSpeedoGuy.org) and I’ve combined some blog posts for you guys to read about my Lake Powell experience. Hey guys, I am heading to the US for a bucks weekend (AKA - bachelor weekend, I can’t believe the number of people who have never heard the term ‘Bucks Weekend’). It is a friend of my friend Kip. Kip,...
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