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This is a description of a filmed scene I would like have liked to see, but that nobody ever produced (or never produced with all these elements I like). I'll write this in the present simple, somewhat like a movie script. This thing will be pure porn-logic just like basically every hardcore movie out there, don't expect a realistic plot! I hope you enjoy it!So... We are at night, inside a bar located on the outskirts of a major town. It's a pretty modest place, where truckers and bikers stop...
Scenes, by Vickie Tern, TG Femdom F/m m/M F/M etc This is a tale about a married couple who try to meet each other's needs, and also their own. What they think are each other's needs, that is. What they think are their own. It includes explicit sex scenes. Married sex, mostly, gentle, loving, and appreciative, mostly. If by reason of age, temperament, or moral principle you shouldn't or don't want to read about such things, think hard what to do about it, and you'll figure...
Scenes from a Kid's Life Group 3: Champagne, Ice, Crumbs ©2006 by Jan S Champagne "Aunt Amy, can we borrow a knife, please?" Rocky called as she ran into the kitchen. "And some matches," Ally added, following close on her heels. The two kids had found a sure fire way to get the attention of the five grown-ups sitting around the kitchen. And even their baby cousin seemed to be watching them intently. "WHAT?" Annie and Grace yelled at the same time; they didn't seem...
Scenes from the Restroom By Stephanie Rose Scene 1 Jeffry lifted his right leg out of the soapy water, and began to lather it up. He wanted to use the cream in the pink can on the side of the tub that his big sister Audrey used, but he knew he'd get in trouble. He walked in on her once as she was rubbing it on her legs, and she got mad. "Get out you little creep!" she had yelled at him. "I gotta poop!" he told her. "Daddy's on the other bathroom!" "Fine, just do it quick. And...
I slouched down in my plush couch and studied the numerous bright video monitors around me. They showed scenes of the shopping mall around me, scenes of young, old, men and women all walking around happily, entranced by the sights and sounds around them. I saw them through the video feed, but even without that, I knew what they were feeling, I could feel it like a warm breeze slowly pushing at me. It was intoxicating, I could feel their stimulation, their desire, their greed for the sights...
I slouched down in my plush couch and studied the numerous bright video monitors around me. They showed scenes of the shopping mall around me, scenes of young, old, men and women all walking around happily, entranced by the sights and sounds around them. I saw them through the video feed, but even without that, I knew what they were feeling, I could feel it like a warm breeze slowly pushing at me. It was intoxicating, I could feel their stimulation, their desire, their greed for the sights...
SupernaturalI cannot believe what is happening – I am face down, laid across my teacher’s desk with my stomach and chest flat on its top and my ass sticking out over the edge. My grey school-uniform skirt has been pulled up and is crumpled around my middle, and my white cotton panties are lying discarded on the floor nearby – I am completely naked from my waist down to the tops of my white knee-high socks. My feet are spread about three feet apart, and there you are – my teacher! – kneeling between...
Scenes from a Kid's Life Group 4: Dances, Storms ©2006 by Jan S Dances: "By the foot prints in the butter," Josh said. "You know how to tell if your house has mice?" he asked next. "Which one do you want?" Sara Stern's mother asked Ally. "Could I have the one with the all red jelly beans? Thanks," Ally said. "Careful some of those are cinnamon," Mrs. Stern said as she put the cupcake on his plate. "Your elephant is afraid to come inside. I want that red one there....
Scenes from a Kid's Life Group 5: Songs; Stories ©2006 by Jan S Edited by Amelia R. Songs: Ally heard the piano; he threw his pencil up in the air and ran out of the room; he thought that Jim was home, and he badly needed to talk to Jim, and he badly needed an excuse to quit doing homework. Whenever he divided a half a cake by one fourth, he kept winding up with more cake than he started with. How dumb was that? Why couldn't math be logical? And finding out why Jim had...
Scenes - The Chair By Ewa Andersson Yesterday I came to this farm together with my husband. He talked to the owners, and then left. I was ordered to undress and put myself over a punishment horse covered with leather. This being something I couldn't force myself to do rendered me being forcibly undressed by two other men and thrown over the punishment horse, strapped down, and then severely punished by spanking. The morning of the second day I was again ordered to remove my...
Scenes - Removal By Ewa Andersson I had been kidnapped by a couple about a year ago and had been intensely trained as their new maid. It was very hard to begin with, and each step on my path of training had been a difficult one. At first just wearing dresses and skirts was a scary novelty, but now after a year I was used to that. The worst two steps, so far, had been learning to give blowjobs to my Master and to lick Master's and Mistress's assholes. They had succeeded in...
Scenes - The Suitcase By Ewa Andersson I, a boy of 23, had just flown across the Atlantic to Germany and had just taken in at a hotel. I was now on my way to meet my new 'Daddy'. I had dared coming this far. I wouldn't fail now, or would I? I had received very strict orders of what to bring, dress and where to go so far. The two last orders had been to check in at this hotel and the last one: You will get new instructions from there on. This made me a bit worried. Why hadn't I...
Scenes from a Kid's Life Group 1: Peppermint, Garlic, Soup Copyright© 2006 by Jan S. Peppermint: As they looked through the basket of teddy bears Ally and Rocky were laughing so hard that every face the coffee bar had turned toward them and - joy being contagious - every face had a smile. I wish I could tell you what they found so funny but I don't know what it was. I really think I should know, but I can't figure it out. I do know a lot about everyone in this...
Scenes from a Kid's Life Group 2: Crystal, Leaves, Ribbon Copyright © 2006 by Jan S Crystal: Ally was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet so fast that the head of the black horse, carried lamb-style around his neck, kept hitting his arm. This was exciting - he was being included! T.K. yelled, "Don't give him any clues!" Jim was getting annoyed with his other little brother, "Come out and listen. I'm going to use the same words I said to you! But he won't...
Ordinary events in the life of an unordinary child who discovers the universe in the usual way, by growing up in it. Scenes from a Kid's Life Group 6: Piranha, Pirouette, Party Copyright ©2007 by Jan S To those who remember this story and might have been waiting (Maybe there's one or two of you, I hope), I'm very sorry it has taken so long. I'll try very hard not to let it happen again; I promise. I...
Scene one: PreparationMy husband knows I like variety, and he encourages me to have other men. Sometimes he has other women too, and there have been times when I've been involved in threesomes with him and another woman, but that's a different story. Or several different stories.This story is about a party from St Patrick's day this year, just before lockdown.My husband chose my outfit - the shortest skirt I have which barely covers my modesty, and a deep neckline t-shirt; both green, of...
Scene 1: Any family gathering between 1993 and 2000 Everyone is here. My uncles and aunts, cousins, friends and family. We eat, we laugh, we play little games about our lives. But I have a secret. Perhaps some others here have secrets, and I sit and wonder, hoping I'm not alone, but knowing that I am. You cannot know how this feels. "So, who's your new boyfriend, Lisa?" someone will ask. Not that I've mentioned one, it's merely a device, a clever method to bring up a new subject. An old...
"But you have to, my darling," Marisol insisted, a phrase he'd heard from her many many times. Most often she insisted he get out of her bed and not sleep and be found by his mother who tended to enter the servants quarters before even the sun got out of bed. Only when his parents stayed over in Montauk for a night after attending a wedding of his cousin did they enjoy a blissful morning lounging and making love in her bed. A couple times Oona had allowed him to stay until 5 am, waking the...
Here I was, Parris Island. Thirteen weeks of hell that would grind the esprit de corps into you. I had graduated high school and had enough credits so that I would be entering as an E2, a private first class. The first day of intake is a blur that washes past you. Shouted off the bus, you stand on the yellow footprints that countless before you have stood. Some have gone off to all sorts of life, others made the ultimate sacrifice.A brief description of how to stand at attention was given....
Bisexual"You're ridiculous," Edie mumbled quietly. Their conquest remained passed out in the bed behind Edie. They had all done too much of everything the night before. "What do you mean?" grumbled Phil in a whisper, his head foggy and numb with a dull throb of pain located behind his eye sockets. "You're trying to outdo me. And you're succeeding. When do you study?" "I get by." "Ridiculous. You're a fucking genius and you're getting by? I'm the low achiever in the house, fuckhead....
"Oh God! Oh fuck!" moaned Marisol, and she squealed through clenched teeth as the third orgasm rocked her body. Below her thrusting up and pulling her down with his hands on her hips, Phil roared his climax, a powerful one he'd held until she came with him. In their rapture they had ignored the persistent ringing of the phone. Staying at his father's Manhattan apartment made the call even less likely for Phil. Amidst the roar and the squeal, the answering machine clicked on. "I hope...
"Where is she!" yelled Phil at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the vast entrance hall of his parent's estate. "Where's who?" smirked his mother, her face belying her lack of knowledge, as she entered from the kitchen. "You know fucking who!" yelled Phil. "Son!" bellowed his father, entering from the library, his face surprisingly sad. "Quiet down and respect your mother!" Phil laughed wildly. "Right. Respect the bitch who fucked up my life. Where is she, Mother?...
Marisol had always been transparent with Phil. Only one thing in her life had she concealed besides her whereabouts, and it was the most important. In Chicago she let her pregnancy progress as she worked as a maid at a large mansion overlooking Lake Michigan. Her employers, a gentleman in his early fifties, handsome and blond with a developing belly on his medium sized frame, of British heritage, and his second wife, a green eyed, mocha skinned beauty in her mid thirties with black and white...
The wait finally ended, Phil felt peculiarly unrushed. As they say, he'd waited over two and a half years, what's a few hours? Sitting in his old red VW beetle, probably on its last legs after the long journey from Cambridge to Chicago, he watched for the motherfucker Marisol married to leave the house. Arriving in Chicago late in the evening, he had slept at his fellow Harvard graduate's parents house. Despite the dark cloud of lost love and the unresolved discord with his parents, by...
Marisol happily attended the wedding. The parents of the groom had not been invited. Phil's choice of bride would never have been accepted. Though less than a quarter black and from affluence, Missy would have enough impure blood to be rejected by Phil's parents. At first meeting, Phil intimidated the Taylors, including Missy. His largeness, what with the horrible encounter with Marisol's ex-husband, made them uneasy. The elegance of his attire and grooming gave them thoughts of him...
The divorce went well all considering. They never stopped loving each other. They never would. But Phil worked too hard creating his law firm, becoming an absentee father. And when Marisol got pregnant again either by Phil or one of her bosses, he spent even more time with her, consoling her after her abortion, her third. He stayed away from his wife and children for nearly a month. When he returned to their marital bed, unlike in his youth when he and Marisol could only see each other one...
Marisol promised Phil when he finally found her and they finally got back together in Chicago back in the mid eighties that if she ever became the reason for ending Phil's marriage, she'd leave him forever. With Missy it had been a non-issue. The love flowed equally between the three of them while the relationship lasted. But by the time she affected Phil's second marriage, she was too weak to leave. And yet she did leave. Permanently. Phil met Hannah at a cocktail party just as Marisol...
Every six months, Marisol flew to New York to visit her son bearing presents and abundance of love. Early summer she came for his birthday and every Christmas she joined Luisa's family for the celebration. The presents didn't hurt, but Nate loved his "aunt's" visits more for her presence. She seemed devoted to his every word. She shared little of her life, telling him his "mother" had all the luck and she was just a mousy old maid. "But you're not," he said on Christmas of his...
There is no mercy in the American night. Uncle Gregory used to drink a lot and oftentimes he’d talk a good deal when he drank and he was that singer of the honky tonks and bars and road houses. His life was where lonely men puked up lost souls in the carnage and vapor and steam and the neon of another shattered series of nonchalant and broken encounters of consciousness. He meandered through the wastelands, like some carnivorous dragon, bellowing and harping great lashes of fire and might,...
This is the serenade of lunacy. I’d like to welcome all guests, hope you will all be comfortable for the trip. When I was a kid in Tidioute we had a circus come to town. It was one of those old circuses, with the sexy 14 year old trapeze girls and battered elephants too dumb with beatings to mind the crowd much. There was a vacant lot in the center of town, where the old folks home stands now, and not much ever transpired there, save a few events, one of which was the circus and the other was...
Aaaaaahhh! Dear God, I’ve never had a three-iron used like this before! My knees buckle and I almost collapse, as you relentlessly push its long shaft even further into me, and its ribbed plastic grip rasps along the walls of my vagina. This was so unexpected: I’m bewildered, and don’t know what to do – but now my body is taking over, responding to your mouth and hands and (aaahh, fuck!) what you are doing between my legs, and my hips are bucking in time with your urgent forceful...
I’m sending little darting glances over to where you are, on the other side of the bar – hoping to catch your attention, to attract your interest. And why not? You are just my type: a tall, slender, leggy blonde, with your profile displaying an enticing curve of breasts – they look firm and perky, a nice handful but not too large. Your hair is neatly styled, you are smartly turned out for a night on the town – you have that indefinable chic. You carry yourself really well, with...
There is no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging on the door of your hotel room, so I knock – not too hard – and when you call out ‘Yes?’, I reply ‘It’s the chambermaid’, and you tell me to come in. I am a little tentative about this, because I am still quite new at this job – I am only a couple months over sixteen years of age, working in this smart hotel in my seaside home town as a vacation job in the school summer holidays. The law is you have to be over sixteen for this sort of employment...
Oh, heavens, I knew I shouldn’t have taken this short cut! Ironically, I did so in order to avoid exactly this kind of trouble. I am walking on my own along this back street, past some small factories and occasional houses, and it is quite deserted – or it was, until a few seconds ago. I had just come level with the entrance of a side-turning, an alley wide enough for a delivery truck to go down, when you stepped out of it to confront me. There are two other girls with you, looking...
I will admit, I was annoyed when you came into view. A few days ago, I found this secluded hollow in the sand dunes, about 100 yards back from the beach, and until that moment I had had it entirely to myself. I am on a family holiday here for two weeks and, although the beach is not busy, I was looking for somewhere quiet, away from the boisterous play of my two younger brothers, aged eleven and nine. After all, I’m quite grown up, my sixteenth birthday was a month ago, and I want a...
I have a crush on you. I have had such a crush on you for the last month, from when you started giving me these personal coaching sessions. I love tennis, I have a natural talent for it, and I’ve been playing it since I was six years old. Now, eight and a half years later, I am getting pretty good and beginning to win the local junior tournaments ... and my heart is set on making it onto the professional women’s circuit and, who knows, maybe some day I will lift the trophy at one of the...
WARNING: this story includes woman-to-woman coercion, violence, rape and murder, with an inter-racial theme of black-on-white dominance. It is entirely fantasy, and is not meant to suggest that anyone behaves like this in reality. IF THESE THEMES ARE LIKELY TO OFFEND YOU, PLEASE READ NO FURTHER. You frighten me. You frighten me from the moment I first see you, as the guard shoves me from behind and I stumble forwards into the prison cell. The guard is like you, a muscular and...
Oh!! Oh, gosh! Ms Carter! I didn’t know you were like this, that you wanted me like this, when you asked me to stay on late at the office tonight and help you with some work, just the two of us alone here in the building. You took me by surprise, when you pushed me backwards against your office wall, seizing my arms just below the shoulders and kissing me so firmly – when my lips parted in shock, your tongue thrust inside and licked all around my mouth. I feel shaky, my stomach is...
Ancient and threadbare carpet tiles have rubbed my knees reddened raw, held as I am in this position of abject submission. Scattered about my offered form lays the accumulated flotsam and jetsam of my half formed life, an existence that in the last 24 hours has had the fine strung cobwebs and delicate layers of dust ripped from its surface. I stare up at her through filmed pupils, her every deliberate and considered action unfolding before me in slow motion, my vision blurred as if viewing...
Put on a nightie. The chastity device remains on the slave. Instruct the slave to retrieve the cock/dildo and lube. The Mistress needs to get a pair of panties for the slave. “I know it must be hard to have your dick locked up, but it is for your own good. You have to realize that all you will be is my personal slave. Now come caress my breasts.” You look down at the slave’s dick, “Your dick is so small it does not even fill the chastity device. For this reason the chastity device is remaining...
When I arrived at my home, a small town in Southern Maryland, I was coolly greeted by my parents. I’m sure they were hoping I would stay at school and not bother them. While they never have said that they disapprove of my feminine ways and life style, it was painfully obvious to me that they did. Never the less, I was home and back in my old room. While in high school I was always the odd guy. No real friends to speak of. A virgin when I left to go to the Boarding School. Most call it college...
Gay MaleI remember slipping out of Mr. and Mrs. L’s bed that morning after the Christmas Party, getting dressed and going downstairs. No one was awake yet so I found my panties, jeans and pullover in the room off the kitchen. I got my coat and gloves from the hall closet and quietly left the Dean’s home. As I walked home I was trying to understand just who I was. Am I still the sissy I love being or am I bisexual now that I've fucked a women? The rest of the winter passed with me being called to the...
Gay MaleChristmas break at the Boarding School. It was December 15th, the dorm was empty and I was alone in my room. My parents sent me away to an all-male College/Boarding School in the Northeast, USA. They suspected I was Bi or Gay and wanted me out of sight and out of their way. They informed me I would be in school until the summer break. My name is Timmy. I am eighteen years old. I am green eyed, five foot ten, one hundred forty pounds, quite skinny, very feminine looking and not well endowed with...
BisexualI was summoned back to the Head Master’s office of the Board School where I was just starting my freshman year of college. I was to report at 8pm, long after everyone had left the building. I entered Mr. L’s office and he said in a stern voice, “Close and lock the door Timmy and remove all your clothing.” I quickly complied with his request. I closed and locked the door. Then I decided to tease him and try to take command of the situation. I stood in front of Mr. L’s desk and pulled my shirt...
Gay MaleAs I entered the dorm building, I couldn’t help thinking what just happened to me. I was sent to the Head Master, Mr. L., for punishment for missing a drill and not paying attention in class. He spanked me then made me suck his cock. Then he sucked mine and also fucked me. I was no longer an eighteen-year-old virgin geek. I was his to do with as he pleased. His last words were for me to report for another spanking tomorrow. I couldn’t wait. I went up to my dorm room and stripped down. I grabbed...
Gay MaleAncient and threadbare carpet tiles have rubbed my knees reddened raw, held as I am in this position of abject submission. Scattered about my offered form lays the accumulated flotsam and jetsam of my half formed life; an existence that in the last 24 hours has had the fine strung cobwebs and delicate layers of dust ripped from its surface. I stare up at her through filmed pupils; her every deliberate and considered action unfolding before me in slow motion, my vision blurred as if viewing the...
BDSMI would press my skin against yours just to feel the moisture and the beating of your heart. I would kiss you in your neck and go through your soaked hair with my right hand and hold my left hand between your breasts to feel you breathe. I can see your breath as clouds climbing from your mouth. Then I would press my lips against yours and close my eyes. I would make our tongues meet while the fabricated rain kept drowning the cold air around us. And from then I would wait for you to take a next...
I would press my skin against yours just to feel the moisture and the beating of your heart. I would kiss you in your neck and go through your soaked hair with my right hand and hold my left hand between your breasts to feel you breathe. I can see your breath as clouds climbing from your mouth. Then I would press my lips against yours and close my eyes. I would make our tongues meet while the fabricated rain kept drowning the cold air around us. And from then I would wait for you to take a next...
Straight SexLisa and Bernard sat together that evening drinking scotch and talking. Late in the evening Lisa said, "Elizabeth has asked me to care for you after she dies. There are some things you need to know. You'll be making the most important decision you've made since your vasectomy."She waited while Bernard poured them each another tumbler before continuing, "Elizabeth has always loved you dearly, Bernard, and you must remember that. Some of what she has asked me to tell you may be painful, but you...
Love StoriesBernard woke Lisa at four o'clock. He wondered just how much she knew of Elizabeth's plans. Probably more than he did. He left her to prepare dinner for the women. Elizabeth had told him to serve it just after five o'clock. The sun shone into the solarium when he brought them a mixed green salad with grilled salmon and a chilled Sauvignon Blanc. When he had served them both, Elizabeth said, "This evening, Bernard, you will obey Lisa just as you would me. Undress yourself, please." His cock grew...
Love Stories"You'll have to bear with me, Lisa. At any one moment my thoughts are as clear to me, and sometimes as chilling, as the water in the lake. And I can drift away without the slightest warning. I don't have long now and I don't know how long it will take me to tell you what I need to tell you. I need to tell you, but please stay with me until I have finished."Lisa choked back tears and, holding Elizabeth's hand in hers, gently stroked the side of her face. "I'm not going anywhere," she said, "take...
Love StoriesElizabeth awoke to the sound of quiet conversation. Her oldest friend, Lisa, was sitting by her bed talking to Bernard. Seeing her stir, Bernard went to the kitchen and returned with lunch for the three of them. Lentil and sausage soup, only mildly spiced to accommodate Elizabeth, and a very light and fruity pinot noir. He cleared the dishes when they had eaten and left Elizabeth and Lisa to themselves. Lisa took Elizabeth's hand and kissed her forehead. Then she kissed her on the mouth. She...
BisexualElizabeth and Bernard swam as usual the next morning. Nearing the end of their swim, doing a gentle side stroke, they faced each other and talked. As they approached the cottage, Elizabeth swam closer to Bernard and brushed her foot against his thigh. Neither reacted to the gentle contact. Seconds later she brushed against him again. This time she brushed her knee against his swimsuit, and again neither reacted to the contact. They reached the dock and pulled themselves from the water. As she...
Love StoriesPreludeShe lay beneath two quilts listening to the gentle lapping of the lake against its shore. Soon the chirping of the birds anticipating the rising sun would infiltrate and then obliterate the peaceful sounds of the depths of night by the shore of the lake. The morning dew, or the fog rising from the lake would penetrate the solarium where she slept (or lay resting, alert, unable to sleep); the solarium her husband had converted to a bedroom and sitting room when she had become ill, when...
Love StoriesInfidelity causes trouble. Monday nightIn their rooms at the other end of the hall the c***dren were both asleep. Matt and Lynn sat side by side in bed, propped up against their pillows. He was reading a book on the Civil War, she was editing a marketing report.With a tiny sigh, Matt closed his book and rolled sideways to gaze at his wife. He had always loved the way the tip of her tongue protruded just a bit from between her lips when she was concentrating. Pen poised above the paper, she...
I walk into your house, as I’ve done for so long. But today I have another purpose. I call for you, but get no answer. As I make my way through the house, I hear the shower. I walk into the bathroom and notice that you are facing away from me in the shower. After all this time, I finally see your naked ass. I‘ve always fantasized about it. It is so nice and round. I instantly become aroused, knowing that today is the day that I taste you. You turn around and notice me. You jump back in surprise...
EroticHello friends, aap sabko mera bohut dhanyawaad meri story itni pasand karne ke liye. Aap sabke liye main har hafte ek naya episode update kar raha hoon. Aap sabse anurodh hai ki please meri story agar aap pasand karte hai to use like karna naa bhoole. Aaj ki kahani Rahul ki zubani uske aur uski maa Sarita ke bare mein hai. Jo bhi ye episode pehli baar pad rahe ho unse kahunga ki aap ise padne se pehle season 1 padhle jisse aapko abtak ka kissa samajh ayega. Jo bhi mujhe mail mein messages aur...
I use to love visiting a local glory which were some public toilets in a secluded part of town. The excitement and anticipation was fantastic and I felt oh so sexy!I also was lucky enough to attend a private party of tv admirers, which to my amazement had a glory hole set up in one of the bedrooms. I was visiting a friend and when she had asked me what I wanted to do on Friday night I said “somewhere where there is plenty of cock available” She didn’t disappoint. When we arrived, the host...