Steven R McQueen Slash Series Episode 1
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McQueen fucks Sally (Short Version)Extended version with backstory also available McQueen returned to the town and pulled up next to the Cozy Cone Motel after a night of hanging out with his new friend Mater as the two of them talked for a while as Sally began listening to them from her office without their knowing.“So, you’re in love with Miss Sally!” Mater joked.“I’m not in love with her… I just wanna fuck her,” he mumbled.They chatted for a while before McQueen eventually headed to his Cozy...
Jade McQueen sat alone in the her blue tour bus. There was peach colored teddy bear underneath the seat. She had picked up at FAO Schwarz a few weeks ago. It was a present for her Casper, her lover. Actually, it was a peace offering. Casper was upset by the rumor that was going around about Jade. Apparently, Jade was being unfaithful on the road. Also, there was an allegation of drug abuse. That allegation struck a chord with Casper. Before Jade hit the road, her and Casper had come to an...
Title: A Slash Series Special (2)Rating: NC17Note: Crossover between the Ian Somerhalder Slash Series and Steven R. McQueen Slash SeriesI was just minding my own business while at the local bar. Well... was I really?I was in the mood for sex. Lots of it. So dressed in a white tank top and tight blue jeans I thought I could take on the world.Women would be very disappointed if they knew my real preference and I wasn't worried telling them.Nope, not one bit. I didn't care if they would think 'wow...
Series: Ian Somerhalder Slash SeriesRating: NC17Summary: Something incredible happens to me when feeding crows. Disclaimer: I don't own the other character, that's right, now you can imagine yourself in the story!Feedback: Would be lovely.Title: The CrowHow I loved feeding the crows while on my way to work. I always had some spare bread to give out. Never did I break the bread in pieces, no, I just threw them on the pavement for the crows to eat. Sometimes they fought for the sandwiches, but I...
It was the end of another school day, 11th June 1968 to be precise, as Steven Coburn headed toward the main door of the school on his way home, accompanied by his classmate and best friend, Martin 'Wilks' Wilkins. “COBURN.... Come back ’ere and get in my study before you even think of going anywhere,” bellowed the rich Yorkshire tones of Mr. Fishwick the large and imposing headmaster, just as Steven was about to exit the building. Stopping in his tracks Steven turned around and looked towards...
*** Well hung Neighbour explores with me.... It was around 1990 give or take a year when Steven first moved in next door, i came to know soon enough he had relocated from down south a good distance away, i never knew how or why he came to end up living literally next door to me but what i did know was - looking back on that time in my life was i was very happy he did! Steven was the same age as me, in fact he was about a month younger his birthday was early June mine the beginning of May. He...
GayZANNOPOLIS WAS A CITY larger than any town Steven had visited. It was surrounded by a wall, and soldiers at the gate saluted smartly as the knights galloped past with Steven running behind. The broad road on which they entered turned sharply to the left, then to the right and right again. Amid the towering shops and houses closing in on them, Steven quickly lost his sense of direction. There was not just one inn, but a row of hostellers lining the street they traveled on, and the knights...
THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED proved just as strange. For now, Steven traveled eastward on the road and encountered other travelers on a regular basis. But it seemed that the more people he saw, the fewer saw him. Occasionally a traveler would greet him as they passed. Sometimes as he caught up with a slower traveler, they would walk together some few steps, but Steven now was feeling a more urgent need to press forward and soon, even those he spoke to were quickly forgotten. After his first night...
PERHAPS HE SHOULD have paid the tinker for his story with one of his own right away and set off at a more brisk pace to put steps behind him, Steven thought; but the tinker was such good company and Steven had so many questions that it was difficult to part. Steven spent the entire walk the next day asking for more details. While others he had met confessed to have heard of a dragon, the tinker was the first who actually knew a story about one and may have even seen the impossible pot at some...
CAMP WAS COLD AND EMPTY when Steven awoke in the morning. There was no sign of the tinker, his cart, or his donkey. The market flags were gone and what people Steven saw were distant even when he was near them. He ate sparingly of the food he had been given for travel at the manor the evening before, shouldered his pack, and started up the long road ahead. Steven soon settled into his long one hundred steps per minute stride and was amazed that his time with the tinker had allowed him to...
A SMALL MOUNTAIN OF A MAN towered over Steven as he shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears. His hat shook wildly back and forth with each movement and Steven put both hands on it to steady his head. In one ham-fisted hand, the tinker held a cast iron frying pan. “Well?” demanded the tinker. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Steven pointed a shaky finger at the tinker’s cart and donkey now coming into focus. “I thought it was a dragon,” he said feebly. For a moment the man...
STEVEN CONTINUED on his journey in the morning with a light heart, a ridiculous hat, and sore feet that were slowing his normal walking pace. He changed socks in the morning, washed out his first pair, and hung them from his pack to dry. He discovered that he had blisters from the previous day and they made walking painful. He had traveled only 11,256 steps that day when the blisters got the better of him and he was forced to make camp to tend to his feet. He used a pinch of the wise woman’s...
GUARDS ROUSED STEVEN with a boot in his ribs. He lay in dirty straw and the guards were shouting at him to get up and be gone. The innkeeper of the Inn of the Lost Soul was standing behind the guards querulously complaining of the vagrant tramp in his stable. “His master rode off early this morning complaining that the worthless page could fend for himself,” said the innkeeper. “He still owes a gold coin for lodging last night.” “Where is your purse, fellow,” barked one of the guards. He...
BY THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN, Steven was up with his bedroll packed and his staff in his hand. Jasper arose sleepily and slowly. “Do we have to leave already?” he said plaintively. “It’s hardly morning.” “You don’t have to leave, my friend,” said Steven, “but I want to be on the road and searching for the dragon.” “Can you wait while I get ready?” Jasper asked. Reluctantly, Steven agreed, but couldn’t help pacing back and forth in impatience. 103,320. 103,321. Steven had added three hundred...
I had been away at college for about a month, and was home visiting my Mom for the weekend. I was still the same old Steven, a virgin, a girlfriend who we didn't do much but kiss and hug. Kate was a beautiful girl of Korean descent, a lovely, slender, petite athletic body, a gymnast's body. She had a pretty, round face with bell shaped, "Dick Van Dyke' -era Mary Tyler Moore hair. Come to think of it, she was physically and Asian version of my Mom. She like me, was also inexperienced and...
IncestHEAVY WITH THE FEAST the trader had ordered spread before them, Steven had difficulty focusing on what was being said. There had been considerably more ale served than Steven was used to. Ibin once again convinced Steven that in order to establish their position in the inn, they should arrive as a gentleman and his page. Since Ibin knew more about the conduct of civil affairs than Steven, he would be the gentleman, and Steven would be his page and confidante. As the gentleman’s page, it was...
For the last several months Mary had been locking her door at night. She hated doing it, since it showed a lack of trust of her son, Steven. But he was in puberty now. She saw the way he looked at her, at how he tried to peek up her skirt or down her blouse. How he just happened to be lurking outside the bathroom when she came out of the shower. His hormones were raging, and it didn’t much matter to him that Mary was his mom. At bedtime, he now gave her lingering hugs. A year ago he hated hugs....
AS THE SUN ROSE over the eastern horizon, the donkey began to bray a complaint of hunger and Steven awoke to find Madame Selah Welinska wrapped in his arms beside the dying embers of last night’s fire. She stretched luxuriously, turned her face toward him, and smiled, then snuggled back down into his arms. He gently extracted himself from her embrace and went to tend the braying donkey. When he reached the animal, he discovered that it was tethered just out of reach of a tasty batch of...
I was surprised to get a call from work one afternoon from Steven. It had only been four or five days since that hotel incident. It had taken a few days to recover. He asked how I was and if he could call me at home. I gave him my number. Steven called me late that night. He went on and on how great a time he had with me and wanted to know if I liked it too. I was honest and said the money helped with the pain. Steven listened to me as I went over the things I liked and disliked about the...
DIRECTIONS WERE easy to come by, but difficult to follow. Each person Jasper took Steven to see had an idea of where the road south to the dragon lay. “Well, now,” said one grizzled old farmer, pointing, “you want to follow the main road out thet way. You don’t want to follow any of the other roads because they don’t lead anywhere. Thet one, for example, just goes out to Maggar’s place and it don’t go no farther. Thet one over thar, it just go to ... well, I don’t rightly know. En’t nobody...
VERY LATE THE NEXT MORNING, Xandros the donkey gave up standing between the staves of the cart waiting to be harnessed and wandered off to graze on the tufts of weed that grew near the quiet campsite. Soft moans issued from beneath the draped canopy tent but they did not seem to indicate pain. It was not, in fact, until the next day that they moved their campsite. Over the next several days, they moved the campsite less frequently and shorter distances. As the traveling trio progressed...
IN THE EARLY LIGHT of the morning, Steven George rose from the arms of his lover and faced the mountain. The wind had sprung up in the night and tugged at his hat. He took it from his head. A sheepskin, duck feathers, a snakeskin, a chicken bone, and two talismans. It was ridiculous. What could he have been thinking to make such fantastical stories about this hat? Something else had changed as well. Steven George no longer wished to slay a dragon. Still, the path lay directly before him, up...
LEANING AGAINST A TREE at the top of a rise, Steven surveyed the land before him looking for a suitable place to camp. The knights had stopped to rest the horses in the middle of the afternoon, but Steven kept running ahead to prepare their evening camp. Below him a small river crossed the road and it appeared to be a frequent campsite for travelers along this way. It would certainly be appropriate for the knights. Steven looked back the way he had come and saw the knights in the distance...
UNDER THE SPELL of Ibin Arriaga, Steven was soon running all manner of errands throughout the great house. After the fire was built and drink was served, there was food to prepare and a tub of water to bring for Ibin to soak his ankle in. Steven gathered a pillow from the master’s bedroom for Ibin’s back and a silver chalice from the cabinet in the eating room for Ibin to drink from. Steven marveled at the size of the house. It seemed most of his village could have lived in its many...
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IN THE MORNING, Steven helped load the raft with melons, and then asked how he could get across. The melon farmer showed him how to build a raft like his own. When it was finished, it was obvious that the raft was much too big for Steven’s meager belongings, so the melon farmer suggested that they load Steven’s raft with melons as well. When they were finished, two rafts were loaded with melons and ready to cross the river with Steven’s belongings wedged into a tiny corner of one raft. The...
EARLY THE NEXT MORNING, the little woodcutter and his tall wife were seated at the table waiting when Steven woke up. He was served a hot mash for breakfast and ate heartily. When he had finished, his dish sat empty at his place. It was obvious that the couple had no intentions of moving from the table until Steven had told his story. “Don’t we need to work this morning?” Steven asked. “I’ll happily help you chop wood.” “Oh no,” said Upik. “There is no reason to chop wood today.” “We have...
WHILE RIDING IN THE MERCHANT’S WAGON, Steven thought of a story he should tell in the evening. But his thoughts were constantly interrupted by another town coming into view or by the merchant’s desire for talkative company. “We had another brother once,” said the merchant. “In fact, it was not until we lost him that my brother and I realized how important we all were to each other. He was a bit simple, mind you, but a good lad and I fear he took the brunt of both my brother’s and my...
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Hello to all my fellow Indian Sex Stories dot net readers. My name is Zerks, and I’m from the Western Hemisphere. I stand 5 foot 8 inches tall, above average built, with an average tool. I’m a very horny man by nature, and my hunger to have my first sexual intercourse grew as I turned 18. So this is a pilot episode on how it all began. On June 5th, 2011 | Garbage Girl | I was very bored at home, lonely to a point where I decided to head out and take some snaps with my new iPhone. While I was...