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Seventy-one-year-old Marie was watching Timothy mowing her lawn. He was nineteen and did odd jobs for Marie. The son of Marie's friend Margaret.Marie smiled and thought to herself, "If only I was fifty years younger."She caught herself holding her breast. A finger on her nipple."Act your age," Marie said out loud.There hadn't been a man in Marie's life since her husband passed ten years ago. She had always been a sexual woman. Now her only pleasure came from ever-decreasing moments with...
MatureMarie was in a particularly naughty mood this morning, earlier she had masturbated to a delicious orgasm while spending some time on-line. It was only 10:00am, the kids were at her Mothers until 4:30 and she had the whole day to herself. She decided she would go out grocery shopping for awhile. Now some people might find grocery shopping tedious or boring, but Marie new how to make the most mundane tasks seem very erotic. She picked out a short red skirt, matching red shoes, and a thin white...
I may have mentioned this before one of my previous stories, but anyway, I love the Fictionmania story, "Forced Into Babyhood." I admit to liberally taking ideas from that story, as well as a few others. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right? Warning: This story is a bit harsh and not for the faint of heart - or stomach. A sequel is being polished off as we speak. I welcome your emails about this or my other stories at [email protected]. Thanks. Enjoy. Mariah By Verna...
David didn't understand the ramifications of what his wife meant when, ashe drifted off to sleep, she told him goodbye. He and Lesley had been talkingdivorce and that night, over too many glasses of wine, they'd agreed to finallygo ahead and end their marriage. David had been against it: He still lovedLesley, but she was determined to move on. When David woke up he was not in his bed. He was severely bound in a Lucitebox on the floor of the back of a moving truck. Various needles were in...
Marie ist eine alte Bekannte. Du stehst schon auf sie seit der Schule. Sie ist immer noch ein Pummelchen, und mit der Pubertät bekam sie dazu die passenden Euter. Sie hat bald nach der Schule jemand anderes geheiratet. Schon immer war sie eine Reiterin und du wolltest ihr schon immer dienen. das kann ich mir gut vorstellen, dass du ihre reitstiefel abschlecken willst, an denen ein bisschen pferdescheiße und stroh klebt. und ich kann mir genauso gut vorstellen, wie sie da mit ihrem fetten arsch...
BDSMThe first time we are going to meet it will be in a secluded spot that we’ve decided was perfect for us. It was out of the way, quiet and pleasant. We have chatted online and exchanged letters for a while and had built up wonderfully, exciting expectations of how it would be the first time we’d make love. Our letters had gotten more and more passionate and exciting, the images each of us created for each other more than fantastic. I couldn’t wait to feel the touch of your lips on mine, the feel...
EroticMarie had to work hard to earn money. Her English was not real good and she needed money and a lot to get fake tits so she could be a sexy female escort. Her slim body was not so attractive to the rich men needing a sexy big titted date for the evening. The girls with the big tits did earn a lot of money. Marie liked the idea of being with the rich men, young or old. She was a beautiful woman.She finally got enough money and went in for the surgery. She chose a DDD and knew that would attract...
Marion"I'm fucking bored, bored, bored, fucking bored stiff," I said to my new best friend Anthea. We had met at the coffee shop six months ago and had got on well, my husband was a workaholic, he had a fair sized business but seemed to work all day and at night the sex would be a quick fuck and then turn over."Would you like to change your life Marion, I mean really change?" said Anthea."Oh fuck yes Anthea, this is killing me, I'm going to go fucking mad here without a husband or sex.""I have...
Marion worked for one of the large Pharmaceutical companies selling their products to Doctors and Hospital’s etc. to call her beautiful was an understatement she had legs to die for, breasts that took your breath away and the face of an angel, and dressed accordingly wearing clothes that accentuated her best features, stockings and shoes that showed off her legs to perfection, Blouses that gave just a hint of what they were hiding and suits with trousers or skirts that made for one hell of a...
Most people came here for the coffee — it had one of the best reputations in the city and it produced great quality espresso. Some came because of the wonderful range of Italian pastries and gelati, always freshly made on the premises. I come here because of Marissa. Marissa has been making my coffee every day for six weeks. I remember when she started — not just because of her rare skill of mastering the machines with her first perfect cup, but because of that smile. Before Marissa arrived,...
To say Bruce hadn't noticed Marion would be incorrect, however, she was twenty years his senior, was around five feet in height, slightly plump, short brown hair and not that attractive, sort of plain. She was the daughter of the woman he boarded with and even if there had been something about her nature that attractive him he wasn't that much interested. However, to be fare she did have a decent set on her and a very big backside; but he had a girl friend who was very co-operative and he...
I met Marie the old-fashioned way. Drunk, at a bar. To be fair, I was drunk and she was sober, but still, my drunken state led me to hit on her, which made her shoot me down. I still entertained her enough to get her number, and after a few days of sober texting and calling, she finally agreed to go out with me. We went out a few times and never progressed further than a good night kiss at the door. She was oddly reserved for a woman of her age (39), but definitely showed signs of passion in...
Marina's arrival The car drew up alongside the kerb and slowly ground to a halt. The rain, which had been constant for the last two hours, ran in rivulets down the windows and screen, creating patterns of reflected light from the neon signs that advertised the shops from which they hung. Marina stared through the distortion the water caused. She did not know this area of London. The back streets always seemed to contain a brooding darkness that hid a promise of malevolence, barely concealed...
FYI, Mariska is over the age of consent. Later…to this day I do not know if it was a dream or if it really happened, but it is still vivid in my mind. I roused to some state of consciousness not yet awake, feeling a tiny hand gently caressing the length of my already excited manhood and kisses on my stomach, moving slowly down, caressing the tip with breaths of hot air and tiny, gentle touches of a warm tongue. I was exhausted and could not bring myself to wake, so I just enjoyed the dream…it...
Author's notes: Hi everyone and thank you for taking the time to look into the story I'm writing. In the beginning, I want to set a few expectations: 1.) English is not my native language, so please keep that in mind. I'll try my best to proof-read and spell-check my writing, but I'm always open to suggestions on how to improve things. Also, I might lack the proper way to fully express myself; 2.) this story will touch some darker themes at points, so it might not be your cup of tea; 3.) as of...
FantasyFYI, Mariska is over the age of consent.Later…to this day I do not know if it was a dream or if it really happened, but it is still vivid in my mind. I roused to some state of consciousness not yet awake, feeling a tiny hand gently caressing the length of my already excited manhood and kisses on my stomach, moving slowly down, caressing the tip with breaths of hot air and tiny, gentle touches of a warm tongue. I was exhausted and could not bring myself to wake, so I just enjoyed the dream…it...
Love StoriesDedicated to my pals Enbreeze and Paula Jutras. Inspired by Eric, The Rebel, and Roy Del Frink. Bad Irving--where ARE you!? Ultramarine By Jacquie Windsor [email protected] All Rights Undeserved: 2001-DEC-08 Without ever having acknowledged his feminine self, Kelvin languished alone in a prison cell, with a bleak future staring at him every day from a cracked mirror over a tarnished sink. Not three miles distant, flying as a crow does, an unmarried woman faced a similar...
VORWORT Die Idee zu dieser Story kam nach einem Bericht ?ber junge Transsexuelle im Fernsehen. Danach habe ich mich zu dem Thema ein wenig im Web umgesehen. Viele junge TS trauen sich nicht etwas zu ihren Problemen zu sagen. Oft gibt dann ein Crossdressing Ereignis erste Hinweise, ab dem die Dinge ihren Lauf nehmen, und schnell zu riesigen Problemen f?hren. Einiges des hier geschriebenen ist so ?hnlich tats?chlich passiert, ich habe es mit ein wenig Fantasie verbunden. Das Ergebnis ist...
MarieanneChapter 1Sir LavThis is a fictional story inspired by a slave girl I knew in Second Life by the same name. Some of it comes from her real life accounts but mostly from scenes she participated in that she recounted to me during our talks. I hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.The loud chirping from the alarm clock brought her to consciousness. Bright green eyes opened quickly almost in shock as she turned her head to look at the time, hoping she had not hit the...
16087 characters 1739 characters Role Play, Up skirt, Flashing, Hardcore, Taboo, Pregnant, Kink, ExtremeMarilyn sat sipping a very strong "Tom Collins" as she tried to comprehend what seemed to be coming together since Henderson, her deceased husband had predicted.It was nearly 2 decades since Burton aka "Bird" was born. A decade had passed since the CDC and Surgeon General announced repercussions from required vaccinations had caused a shortage of female births. The general public had noticed,...
Chapter 1 It all started about 10 years ago, when I interned at one of the largest PR firms in New York City. My name's Marianne, and at the time, I was 22 years old, bright eyed, eager about my future, and more than a little excited about my plum position in the trenches at this great firm. I still remember that first interview after all these years; when I met David. That interview still stands as one of the oddest moments in my life. There was something about David that I couldn't put my...
I pulled off the road and lit a cigarette.It was a warm summer evening and I'd taken a drive to escape the house. Not that I missed Sarah, I was better off without the slut, but her presence still contaminated the rooms. Memories of her cheap scent seemed to linger, the smell exuding from the walls like rising damp. I couldn't look at the dressing table without remembering the bottles of her highly coloured nail varnish and lipstick, all neatly set out within easy reach. Even the bedroom...
ReluctanceWell here I am again lay on my back with my stocking and high heel clad legs wrapped around Marias waist as she fucks my arse, with our favourite strap on, till we both climax in a mass of sweaty screaming heat. I unlock my legs and she pulls the plastic phallus from my ass, I sit up and quickly gobble it into my mouth savouring the taste and smell of the two of us as wee collapse on the bed. She strokes my long red hair ass I finish and climb up to lay be side her in a loving embrace....
In einer Kleinstadt lebte Marina in einer Neubauwohnung im 1. Stock. An einem Sommertag war sie leicht bekleidet auf ihrem Balkon. Sie trug eine weiße kurze Hose und ein weißes Top. Sie hatte Kinn lange dunkelrot gefärbte Haare und eine Brille. Sie war Mitte 30. Ihre Körbchengröße lag bei 75 C. Gegenüber von ihr wurde gerade ein weiteres Gebäude gebaut. Hier war auch Chris ein Bauarbeiter beschäftigt. Er war gerade aus dem Jugendgefängnis entlassen worden. Wenn er an dem Gebäude arbeitete...
Maria was a very wealthy sixty year old lady. She had a perfect figure and looked forty. Tonight she was going out with a male escort she had hired. She liked the young males and this one was twenty two and very good looking. Maria was going to pick him up in the limo. She checked her appearance in the mirror before she walked out. She had a tight red dress that was cut down the front to her waist. It showed a lot of her big tits. It was sexy but classy. She wore no bra or panties. The dress...
Titel: Maria Autor(in): 'Maria' bzw. 'Katrin Elisabeth' Copyright (c) (abgekupfert von Debbie Sanderson): "Feel free to pass it around, archive it, repost it... Please don't alter it, or charge for it. Thanks." Auf Deutsch (quasi woertlich uebersetzt): "Nimm dir die Freiheit und reiche die Geschichte herum, speichere sie, schicke sie weiter ... Bitte aendere sie aber nicht, und verlange fuer sie auch kein Geld. Danke." Maria ===== Heute ist der 18.08.2000. Meine Eltern...
Hello friend this is my second story on this site before this I send my 1st experience of sex that’s story name was Moni ki kanwari chut and now I am going to my 2nd experience of sex with Maria. Tu dosto baat un dino ki hy jab may 2nd year k exam day k farig tha or may gher may betha bore hota rehta tha kion k moni k sath meri dosti khatm ho chuki thi kion k hum dosray area may shift ho chuky thay is liye may new lerki ki talash may tha.phir 1 raat may gher pay akela tha tu mayny 1 wrong...
Mary slipped her plain cotton panties off, folded them carefully, and added them to the neatly organized pile of the rest of her uniform. "You don't have to do this," James whispered. "It's not something I have to do, it's something I want to do." Mary leaned forward and kissed him. "Are you ready?" Mary followed James's gaze down to his midsection, where his raging erection, looking as hard and straight as a totem pole, left no doubt as to his readiness. She took one more deep...
Chapter 1 I enrolled at Eton College at the age of 16, I started late due to the fact that I'm Spanish and had only recently moved to England. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Maria, I'm 5ft 9" I have very long dark hair, my breasts are 38D, I'm a size 10 waist and my skin is the colour of dark caramel, my eyes are chocolate brown with long thick lashes. A typical young Spanish girl really. I arrived at Eton with my brother José (Jo for short) who was to help me...
I suppose it shouldn’t have surprised me. The flirting had been going on for quite some time and if we thought it was harmless, we were only fooling ourselves. My name is Zach. I’m a fifty-five year old widower and I still live in the house my wife and I shared. I guess I couldn’t break my ties to the place even after she died. My wife died three years ago, from an infection she got during a knee replacement surgery. We knew the risks, but you never think it will happen to you. I grieved for...
They broke out of prison, the four of them, all dangerous men willing to do anything not to go back. Their stolen car ran out of gas a few miles away from the next city, nothing around for miles. They had been travelling for two days, trying to put as many miles as they could between the police and them. A storm was coming, nothing would be moving for days, the snow out here making the roads impassable. The lights of the house were inviting, the family living there believing they were...
As step-sisters go, Mary was OK, in her own way. Suffice to say that I mean when things went her way.Out parents had married a couple of years ago, I only met Mary at the wedding. She was married to some sort of corporate lawyer, who was always on his phone. And I suppose we viewed each other with a little apprehension. So I think we both agreed that for the sake of our respective parents, we got along, but there was no real brother sister relationship.After the wedding, and the happy couple...
My wife was working one of her overnight jobs and I was bored as hell. I didn't care to watch TV, it was Monday night and there was nothing on worth watching. I had already seen all the new stuff on my porn sites and was tired of it for a while. I wanted to get out of the house but didn't know where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. I don't go to clubs or bars.....why pay for one beer what I buy a 6-pack for and have to shout to be heard by the person sitting 2ft away all the while...
Copyright© 2007 Chapter 1: The Old School "I wonder what she's up to?" Ray mused as he noticed the young girl walk slowly passed the wall at the road end of his front garden for the fourth time. He called it a front garden but at the moment it was a waist high wilderness of grass and weeds; a wilderness he was trying to reduce to a manageable length using an old fashioned scythe hired locally. "When it's short enough, I'll use the ride-on rotary mower to keep it under control and...
Meinen wahren Namen verschweige ich, denn diese Geschichte ist keine Fiktion, denn das was ich schildere hat sich 2002 in Payrinac in der Dordogne wirklich ereignet. Meine Freunde aus Schopfheim in Südbaden hatten mich für 3 Wochen zu einem Urlaub eingeladen. Sie hatten in Payrainac bei Goudon ein Ferienhaus gemietet, das in einer idyllischen Lage in der Wildnis lag und sogar einen kleinen Schwimmteich hatte und in der Nähe viele Sehenswürdigkeiten wie Höhlen aus der Altsteinzeit, romanische...
BDSMThis is more about Mary..her husband Bill and myself. After the first time together our friendship developed much deeper. We just connected deeper than just a sexual attraction. There was only 1 moment that made me concerned and that was a few days after our fist visit at Marys and Bills home. I stopped for coffee and when i went in the other younger girl Melanie who works in the shop with Mary gave me a funny little look as i entered. Did she know? As i was pouring my coffee Mary came...
Maria occasional would blow into town like a storm. This time was no different. She had called when she had stopped for gas outside of town to ask if I could make time for her. It was New Year’s eve and a bit unexpected, but I had no serious plans and welcomed her to ring in the new year together. About an hour later she knocked on the door. ‘George, it’s so good to see you,’ she exclaimed as she threw her arms around my neck. ‘You’re looking good Maria’, I said leaning down into her grasp....
I have been working at Mary’s house for about a year or so, on many different small projects and maintenance as she needs. The last week or so I have been painting and remodelling her downstairs bathroom. Mary always has a cup of coffee for me and will come down and chat while I am working, then she goes back upstairs and does whatever it is she needs to do.I am just a fifty-four-year-old older guy that is a little overweight so if I can flirt to have some fun why not? Mary was in her late...
MatureI turned up at the party fairly early. I usually did. These guys knew how to do this properly, and they were always worth the effort. My normal plan was to drink too much, make a fool of myself, and then get depressed as the guests left in happy pairs, leaving me pretending to be Mr Smiley, horny as hell, and too drunk to do anything about it. Tonight was a little different though. Just after I turned up, and had only had a single beer, one of the guys introduced me to his former roommate, a...
Hi to all iss readers, your feedbacks and suggestions are great that i couldnt resist myself from writing this third experience of mine with my staff named mary. Describing her like every one describes in their story, she doesnt have 38-32-38 figure, though thin she has a nice body and small boobs with nice pink nipples. Now i will describe myself, build average, but sorry i dont have 8 inch dick with me, what i have is enough to satisfy 99% of the ladies, and i know that i am experienced that...
I never understood why bereaved people visited their loved one's grave frequently. Never, that is, until Christine was knocked down by a hit-and-run. They got the driver, of course; he was drunk, of course, and will spend some time 'at Her Majesty's pleasure' ... of course, but that didn't bring back the woman who was truly my 'other half'. In fact, I had frequently and sincerely referred to her as my 'better half'. Christine was a gardener; not the formal, manicured lawn, exotic...
I pulled off the road and lit a cigarette. It was a warm summer evening and I’d taken a drive to escape the house. Not that I missed Sarah, I was better off without the slut, but her presence still contaminated the rooms. Memories of her cheap scent seemed to linger, the smell exuding from the walls like rising damp. I couldn’t look at the dressing table without remembering the bottles of her highly coloured nail varnish and lipstick, all neatly set out within easy reach. Even the bedroom...
Hello everybody, welcome back to this beautiful journey. Good to see that people are enjoying the journey. I am really thankful to the readers for the valuable feedback. I am male and the story is fictional. Let’s enjoy the journey. While Ayesha went out to drop Ansh, I went to her room and quickly took CCTV cameras away; meanwhile, Ayesha had returned back but my hubby had kept her busy in talking like how was your experience, did you enjoy etc. He was giving me time to complete the work. I...
LesbianVic stood alone in the bedroom, staring at the reflection in the full-length mirror as though taking notes. Dark hair, cropped close. Dark eyes, both by nature and by the distant look of loss in them. Full Mediterranean lips in an olive face. Torso covered by a black t-shirt. The leather jacket that went with it was thrown over a chair. Hips and legs clad in tight faded jeans that covered the tops of lace-up boots. "Yeah, I'm a sight alright," muttered the well built butch woman. She...
Introduction: Short Story (983 words) Made as an Entry for the CAW SS Challenge on the forum side. A first person view of amateur prostitution I open my track jacket, revealing my braless perky breasts. Sliding the jacket the rest of the way off, I use the same motion to quickly discard of my sweatpants, leaving me naked before him. Come here, he beckons, grinning with his yellow and brown teeth that always made this feel dirtier. I move into my position, kneeling underneath his desk like I...
Onboard the Raven By ScramblerJ Copyright 2000 Onboard the Raven Chapter One - Reporting for duty On the morning after his graduation from the Academy, Ensign Thomas Walker woke up with one hell of a hangover. He felt like his head was going to explode, and should have known better than to let his roommate, Carl, talk him into a few more rounds of Orion Vodka. As his eyes slowly opened, Thomas was treated to his first surprise of the morning. Something with a deep black...
For her part, Micky was sitting on a branch about 10m up in the tree. Micky was sucking on a beernut as she watched the others search for her. The small pack she had hidden in her trunk of court gowns was sitting beside her on the broad branch. She chuckled as she remembered Kerr’s reaction when she refused to leave home without the trunk. She had to patiently explain that the dresses where covered in precious jewels and if left behind, they would go missing. Kerr had looked at the top two...
I was bored; there was just no other way to put it. Awakening in my hotel room, or more correctly, transitioning back to the room after my conversation with Lizzy, I found I had nothing to do. Looking back at my time in Vegas so far I came to the realization that the whole trip was poorly planned. Granted, it was all very last minute -- I mean, a week ago I was safely living at home with my family, going to school, and only dealing with the darker side of humanity at night. Now I was alone in...
Your name is Your Name. You have a girlfriend named Girlfriend's Name, who honestly doesn't seem to be very interested in you. You live with her in a single story house in the suburbs, and you're surround by mostly middle-aged, rather judgmental, female neighbors. You like to joke around calling this neighborhood "Lesbian Central", but you wouldn't dare say that out loud. Although, you're pretty sure there are a few, because you're the only male on your street, and a few of them do live...
Mind ControlI woke up as Maria was still sleeping and I slide my arm from her body. I rolled over to see the clock 7AM so I got out of bed and went to the bathroom room. I closed the door so I didn’t wake her up to take a morning piss and brush my teeth. I walked back out and grabbed my short & shirt as I walked out of the bedroom. I got a glass of OJ and sat on the couch thinking of last night. Do I really love her or is it just the sex and companionship? What if it’s both and more as I started thinking...
James heard the moaning coming from his bedroom before he reached the partially closed door. He smiled picturing what was going on inside and pushed it all the way open. His smiled broadened as his eyes confirmed what his ears had told him. His little sister Cherise was laying sideways on the bed. She was naked with her legs bent at the knees and spread open wide. Her bare pussy was staring her older brother in the face. She had her head propped up on a couple of his pillows and was gazing up...
This is the story of Sex extravaganza of my family in the early 60’s when I was only very young then and our family resided in a village of uttarpradesh near Rampur. We were big land lords and my grandpa was a sort of leader of the locality. We were Brahmins but that did not deter our family of wild sex escapades at every opportunity. We were not supposed to drink alcohol in public although in private a drink or two was a must for our grandpa and many others in our joint family even at the...
IncestActually she is not his first white woman whom he entered her body but it's his the first big prey. Before the family moved to the rural area, his son's teacher invited him to the classroom after the classes to talk about his son's terrorizing manners. She was also a white teacher. She had a lot of events of his son to tell to him and complain about the boy. She was telling about speaking loud during the lesson, beating the other boys, harassing the girls and finally harassing herself. He asked...
Primary editing by ErikThread and DaveT with my thanks. I’ve massaged the story since then, so any errors or omissions are mine. ***** Chapter 9 Making Progress ‘Andy,’ Fiona said as she wandered into my office. ‘Is this right?’ She passed me her record of deposit on her January commissions. I shrugged. ‘I assume it is. We don’t very often make mistakes. Why?’ ‘It’s way more than I expected. It’s double my usual,’ she said, mystified. ‘I assume it would reflect the addition of your new...
Recently I had been fantasizing a lot about jerking off outside. A few years ago I had made somewhat of a weekly ritual of driving up the canyon near my house at night, parking my car off the side of the road and wandering a few yards into the woods to strip down and jerk one out. The thrill of being completely nude outside used to make me so hard and I remember shooting huge loads. I no longer live close to the canyon, so I had been pondering as to where I could go to fullfil my fantasy and...
MasturbationDad thinks I'm Mom (PT 2)Part 1 is a must read so you can understand the story.Hi mom welcome back! How was your trip? How's Auntie Lisa & the baby? It's good to be back Amy, I missed you. I'll tell you both everything at dinner.Help me take the suitcase to the bedroom. Yes dear.What's the plan with Amy? I'll tell you, but first I haven't been fucked in a month, Donna said opening my belt. Close the door! No, leave it open enough for Amy to hear us & maybe peek her head in.Donna went...
I also had another idea during this time. It was to publish the diaries in both their original Gaelic and an English translation. It also occurred to me that there were many books of Magic that were not readily available, and could stand reprinting. Of course these would only be for sale to those with appropriate levels of the Talent. The more advanced books would only be printed in Gaelic, but lower level ones could be in English. I even began envisioning how I would want them to look, based...
With Susie sitting next to me, I continued to comment on her body - lips, silky sking, et al. She seemed to be loving it. She then said, "Since you like my tits so much (another great turn-on, a woman referring to her "tits), would you like to touch them?" I didn't answer with words - merely with a slow, gentle reach out to capture her tits in my hands. While cupping these wonderful mounds in my palsm, my thumbs found her nipples and I began to stroke them. Susie moaned.Almost as if on cue, we...