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Musings Ken sat quietly one Saturday morning thinking about his wife, Barbara, as they both sat at the kitchen table talking to the neighbor’s daughter, Beth, who had just turned 19. Looking at the hunger Beth caused his thoughts to drift back to the beginning of his relationship with Barbara and how they developed into what it is today. He remembered when they first met. Barbara was a senior in high school and had just turned 17. He, on the other hand, was 22 and had a good paying job that...
We met Larry at the pier. He stuffed a fiver into my palm and told me to get some chips. He liked doing stuff like that, partly to show off his wad, but mostly to bribe me into ‘doing off’ for ten minutes or so.I watched the two of them through the cafe window as I stood in line at the counter. They were conjoined in the sort of embrace most adulterers save for hotel rooms and back seats in isolated woodland car parks. He even had his hands tucked into the back of Mum’s jeans, squeezing her ass...
TeenEve: From meat, to dessert Hard to soft - I assert! Meaningful transition Corny proposition? What says u? Are your hints my cue? Adam: Meat to desert is a beginning To new course that leads back to meat. Hard suck lets you take the flesh Off the bone and caressing/licking The soft bone drenches your throat With the juices so warm. Eve: Ripe and Juicy no doubt, When there is meat and cream, there will be no drought! Happy is the tongue When the juice from the meat it has wrung Sing...
Hi everyone! My name is Nate, but most everyone knows me as ‘Barkeep’. That seems to be the most commonly used salutation, until closing time. Then I get to learn all of my nicknames. When ever I meet someone new I automatically say ‘What’ll ya have?’ I’ve gotten a lot of funny looks from people until I tell them what I do for a living. The interesting part of my profession is that I DO get treated as a professional. When I took my first bartending job, I had no idea that I would automatically...
Hello, it's me again. And guess what, guess what? I have a name now - King Kong. Master's friend's cock, Little Willy, is jealous of my name. Master finally settled down with a lovely girl and she named me. I am so excited you will have to forgive me for bouncing up and down a little.Sadly, I have endured some traumas since we last spoke. These horrors left me scarred. One trauma came at the hands, or should I say mouth, of one of Master's ex-girlfriends. I nicknamed her, Chompers. She...
HumorIt’s past midnight when my mobile phone rings, it’s my husband, he has picked up a man and wants him to stay the night with us. Inwardly I groan, ‘I’m bl**dy tired darling’, I meekly complain down the line, ‘I’m in bed, you just woke me up’, I fruitlessly complain, but I know in my heart and soul, my husband has an idea, one that my naked body with a complete stranger enjoying it, will only suffice, he wants a good wank session watching me submit to men, and hear me beg them to have a baby. He...
Just a note: If I see more likes on a chapter, I'll be more likely to revisit the chapter, providing additional choices at the end. Not just trolling for likes, but it really does help as an author to know where to concentrate my efforts! Okay, let’s start from the beginning. I come from a small rural town on the East coast. I was born in the early 70’s and so the internet and social media didn’t play a part in my childhood. A little about me: My name's Madison and I'm 18 years old. I have a...
IncestBarbara used to have this real long flowing white wisp of a nightgown that I used to love taking off of her. It was so sheer that she may as well have been naked (personally I liked her to wear sexy panties under it, but that's just me…I like sexy panties) but there so many possibilities for taking it off that I loved it. When she wore it, it was always my cue to get frisky. One night Barbara breezed out of the bathroom and into our bedroom wearing it. I immediately jumped in the shower....
Wife LoversShe was alone in her room again. All the men online had moved on to another bright, teasing beauty. She wondered what they thought when stopping by her room. She deliberately left the right strap of her dress carelessly hanging off her shoulder, thoughtlessly exposing her right breast. It was a "come-on," of course. A not-so-subtle message directed at their passing gaze that invited them to stay and perhaps spend a little in the hope that more nakedness might be forthcoming. It surely would...
ExhibitionismJohn said it would be fine with him if I split up my time to work three days for him and three days for Mrs. Webster. Mama was happy I was gonna be makin' extra cash. The first day I showed up at the farm, I worked myself to a frazzle. It ain't 'cause she was a slave-driver 'r nothin'. I was just showin' off tryin' to make her see how much she really needed me. That afternoon, I drove her over to Watonga to the vet's to get some bag balm for the cow. While we were in town, she took...
I was right on the nose about how long it would take me to paint the house. The dry wood soaked up primer like a sponge but I nailed the last green shutter into place at the end of the fifth day. Beth took my arm and we walked around the house lookin' at how nice it turned out. "Richie, this is just beautiful! I'm going to cook up a really nice dinner for you as a special treat and I want you to bring your mother out here to join us and look at your work. She ought to know what an...
I was out behind the barn nailin' braces against the back wall before framin' in the hole that was left by the tornado when I heard trucks comin' up the drive and honkin' their horns. When I come out the barn door, there was a flatbed and three other pickups unloadin' lumber and men to help get the place back together. I knew some of 'em including B. W. but about half of em' I'd never met. It took us two full days to get the walls up and the roof finished and shingled. Mama came out...
Well, I made up my mind right there and then that I wasn't gonna let stupidity come between me and Beth. All day long as I worked away I kept thinkin' about little things that I might have done that were probably too risky, like stickin' to her side like glue when other folks was around. It's like I never wanted her to be too far away from me and I especially didn't like other guys bein' between us. Lookin' back on it now, I can see I was actin' like a little four-year-old afraid to...
Well, if you're wonderin' how it all turned out, I'll tell you. Beth n' me, we stayed together forever. When I was in twelfth grade, Mama died from a bad case of pneumonia. Well I was just a mess for a while after that. Beth insisted that I come and live at the farm full time until I went off to college. She helped me sell the house and property and open a savings account at the bank to use for my education. Nobody said anything about me livin' at Beth's place 'cause they all knew I...
Phillip was walking in a daze. All of the chain of circumstances that happened last night had finally taken a toll on him and he was ready to crash. The fact that he was suffering from a migraine helped wear him down as well. He could hear students in the kitchen area, probably getting an early breakfast. Two fellow students passed him in the hallway. "So, do you think he will survive?" "DUDE, he is Logan. He is WOLVERINE. Of course he is going to survive." Logan seemed to be the only...
As i lay on my bed looking out of the window i counted down the minutes until you arrived. I had the day planned and after being apart in such a long time i had decided to make the most of the short time together. I wanted to take the pure chance that i was about to be given. Loud noises of passing cars flew past the window and i was surprised t notice how unbeliveable hot i had become. i Jumped in to the shower glancing at the time to make sure i didnt miss your arrival. As the water bounced...
An Unusual Walkabout By - Anna Feie I work out of the home most weeks that suit me just fine. I can wear what I like, act like I want to and in simply English - live my life as I want without public scrutiny. All we, guys and gals who are transgendered (hate that word) is acceptance. Enough of the soapbox. Some years ago, I had the opportunity to go ?walkabout? so I went. I have a great deal of experience being one of the ancient crones to still walk this realm, aka Earth. I...
Terry and Jo, a female friend he met three weeks before, sat in the Hogs Breath Saloon watching the tourists. He was more or less looking for his next pussy and she was making fun of the sluts and dumb cocks as she called the young and not so young drinking and trying to hook up. It was still late mid afternoon so no one was totally smashed as they would be later in the evening but several of them had a good load on. Jo snickered and said, “Wonder how many of these sluts get the shit fucked...
Spells R Us: Turnabout By Morpheus ([email protected]) 26 Jan 98 Matt wiped the whipcream out of his ears and eyes feeling embarrassed to have been caught in the latest prank of his roommates Chris and Steve. The three of them often took turns playing pranks on each other. After all, what else was college for if not for fun and pranks. Going to the mall Matt hoped would give him some inspiration for his revenge. He needed something big to get back at those two and even...
Dick van Dyke 1: If They Had Made a Movie Based on the Book "Turnabout" By Ron Dow75 ([email protected]) "Rob, do you *have* to watch this movie?!" Laura said, upset. She was sitting up in her twin bed, trying to ignore what was on the bedroom TV behind her book. "What's wrong with this movie? It's a comedy!" Robert Petrie said from his bed. "It's going to give you nightmares! I just know it." "What?? This silly thing?!" "I know how suggestible you are, Rob. You...
RoundaboutInhaling deeply and sharply, I could feel you behind me before you even touched me, like you were giving off some sort of electrical charge. I held that breath in anticipation of your touch, my whole body tingling, blood rushing straight to my nipples and pussy. As I turn to look at you, you gently but firmly put one hand to the back of my head to hold it straight, and one to the small of my back. Slowly you run your fingers down my long, wavy hair till you reach my waist. A shiver of...
Quickie SexCase 1: The Sexy Turnabout A flash of lightning illuminates the dark room and gives life to the shadows of statues lining the extended hallway of what appears to be in a large mansion. The sound of heavy breathing fills the air along with the pitter patter of heavy foot steps. "M-must keep g-going..." A male voice pants. "Ergh...my heart..." "Heh heh heh..." Another voice cackles. "W-who are you?" The man cries out wearily. Another flash of lightning followed by the clap of thunder. "W-why...
Turnabout is fair play. Kim came home , still dressed in workout clothes and sweaty from a long session. When she realized Andrea was gone and would be out for sometime, she stepped into my room."So, you fucked Karen, didn't you?""Yes I did.""I didn't think you had it in you.""You were wrong.""Andy tells me you always had a high sex drive, how did you manage without? A little internet porn? Spend all night in here alone jerking off? Feel like less of a man, losing your woman?"I didn't respond....
Turnabout By Margaret Jeanette Margaret and Stanley Morgan were making love. Maggie was on top of Stanley. That was how they'd made love for the last three years. They finished, and when Maggie grabbed at the clothing on the floor she found she'd grabbed Stanley's under shorts. On impulse she put them on, then reached down and grabbed her panties and tossed them to Stanley. He asked what he was supposed to do with them. She told him to put them on. He protested and she...
Turnabout By Mr 20 Inch Biceps He waited in the alley. He waited for the one he had chosen. She was plain, a brunette, but with all the curves in the right places. He'd taken his time to find her. Today marked a year of his 'fishing' for new partners to dominate. He'd had many partners; perhaps too many to recall; but today was special. It marked a year of his prowling the streets of the city looking for that someone who'd gone without; who was vulnerable and perhaps just a little...
Test Subject Turnabout Introduction As mentioned elsewhere, I read TG Comics on the web, and find the graphics engaging. Sometimes I catch a panel or two that piques my interest and I wonder about it. In this case, several months ago, I was reading 'The Right Man' and a few middle of the story panels caught my attention. The antagonist has drugged a young woman (date rape) at a club, and has brought her back to his place. Before he can do anything, the protagonist gets him to...
Ever wondered how the events of 'Turnabout Intruder' might have played out in the mirror universe? STAR TREK: MIRROR UNIVERSE TURNABOUT by BobH (c) 2014 All characters herein are the property of Paramount Pictures -1- I beamed down to Camus II with a security team of five redshirts loyal to me, materializing in a large, recently-unearthed subterranean chamber. Janice Lester and her toady Arthur Coleman were waiting for us, as arranged. My...
Roundabout Inhaling deeply and sharply, I could feel you behind me before you even touched me, like you were giving off some sort of electrical charge. I held that breath in anticipation of your touch, my whole body tingling, blood rushing straight to my nipples and pussy. As I turn to look at you, you gently but firmly put one hand to the back of my head to hold it straight, and one to the small of my back. Slowly you run your fingers down my long, wavy hair till you reach my waist. A shiver...
A Muse by Any Other Name Would Spell as Sweet Copyright (c) 1999 by Chilli TNG Notes and Dedication: Not too long ago, in a galaxy not too far away, I made a suggestion . . . a simple, innocent suggestion. Part of the result of that suggestion was the creation of "Taco Belle," a wonderfully amusing story by my dear friend, Janice Dreamer. The scenario that Janice developed, though, just begged for a "what happened next" story, so here it is. But, if you haven't read...
*This is an erotic story of sorts taken from a recent conversation between Sir Gray and his enchanting muse. May it thrill you and delight you… *Muse: Sir Grey your muse summons You You sing the song of my soul like a lark *Sir Grey: My muse My muse you stir Me unlike any other come here at once linger beside Me The memory of bidden words and unbidden desires comes to My mind now I am reminded of contact on some soulish level between us My dear one how I have missed you Yes… *Muse: Sir...
Chapter 1: A Muse Is Born I woke up screaming hysterically. Not a very manly thing to do I'll admit, but what would you have done if you'd been nudged out of your sleep and found a... something sitting on your lap? I screamed. "Who are you?" I asked cautiously. The woman astride my legs appeared to be slightly younger than my thirty years, with long brown hair and a pixie face. "Erin." I didn't know anyone named Erin, and was just about to ask where the hell she had come from when I...
The Muse By Anon Allsop The American Heritage Dictionary defines a 'Muse' as a guiding spirit or a source of inspiration. For an author, a Muse is a very powerful and helpful ingredient to have on your side. Join us as we look in on a struggling author... what will he do when he comes face to face with his Muse? ****** "This has continued for almost six months!", I thought and sighed, drumming my fingers upon the mouse pad. I had been trying to compose a short...
THE MUSE (PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A LOVER) By Katharine Sexkitten "For I have crossed between the poles, and for me there's no mystery Once a man, like the sea I raged Once a woman, like the earth I gave Ah, but there is in fact more earth than sea." Cinema Show, by Genesis She sat in peaceful repose, while all around her seemed chaotic. Her hair fell down her back in a wild tangle, dark on dark. The massive pile of pillows behind her showed them as a mixture of big and...
Standing about 5 foot 10 inches, and a bit husky, Daniel was ruggedly handsome with or with out his glasses and he had a hell of a winning smile and brown hair. Daniel sat at his desk in a dark office illuminated by the light of a screen, wracking his mind for ideas. He hadn't posted a single lusty word to the Lush Stories site in weeks. There was no way he wanted to quit but he was drawing a blank on the next step of his titillating reunion opus. For the longest time he had had this problem,...
SupernaturalMuse skipped down the street, happily and blissfully ignorant of her surroundings. Traffic, had she bothered to pay much attention, was moving at a brisk clip, cars, trucks and buses moving through the streets, seemingly ignorant of the light drizzle of rain that was gradually turning the grey sidewalks and streets a glossy black. Though vehicles were in abundance, people were sparse. Those that walked on the sidewalks huddled beneath their umbrellas or scurrying from cover to cover to avoid...
He caught himself in the mirror and backpedalled. Dark, sunken rings around pink fatigued eyes glared back. His waxy pallor, the colour of plain paper and his skin, the texture of gruel haunted him. Wearily, he carried a pained and troubled countenance. His limp hair aged him and he rubbed at the abrasive stubble on his chin.The long abominable night never felt lonelier as he stared from the window and waited for them to come.Any unfamiliar sound pumped adrenaline through his embattled body....
SupernaturalA muse is a fickle creature. Mine, especially. There have been times when I've been overwhelmed with the ideas the muse has dredged out of my sub-conscious... and then there are times where the damned thing has galivanted off for so long, you fear the inspiration is gone forever. But the love of a muse has kept many a writer going for years, and I credit mine for healing a hole in my soul I didn't know I even had. As I work in my computer room, staring at my monitor blankly, the half written...
(format corrected and simplified 1/15/08) ‘Don’t ignore your muse. Pay close attention and do EVERY little thing she says and do nothing she advises you NOT to do.’ ‘Hey, Hey, HEY! This is my ‘How To’! Don’t talk to them directly!’ ‘Are you arguing with ME?’ ‘Um, uhhhh, nope. Not I. Ummm, would you mind if I started this again? I’ll tell your part as you’ve told me. OK? But shouldn’t it be in my voice? I’ll tell them how you introduced yourself and influenced the stories. This one is all...
Here is a new universe that I challenge everybody to write in. I don't think anybody has quite had an idea like this before. A person can live a book, movie, TV show, etc., and THEN have to go further once it reaches the end of the known storyline. Interesting! I dare you all to try! Raven "The Muses" by Raven Jack was causally strolling through the wide indoor avenues of the mall when he noticed a new store. It struck him as rather curious because he was in the mall on a...
While The Muse is Away... By Hypatia The noise of the forest was quite disconcerting; the jungle of a night is a place alive. The man though seemed untroubled by the movements around him; the passage of a large snake, a medium size boa, which stopped to investigate his groinal region, only produced a minor reaction. Through the night vision goggles, he looks down the road towards the compound. "They do make it so easy don't they," he whispers as he stands up, he is...
The Muse The MuseBy Darqside Perhaps it can be said that the pen is mightier than the sword, but the way I see it, the pen is also mightier than the man or woman. It all started at the local arts and supply store I go to a few blocks down the street from where I live. It was a rather unusual shop, full of things you wouldn?t normally find in an art store, fortune telling baubles, dice, board games, magic trick supplies, Halloween decorations, you name it, really?but the sign outside still...
The Taming of the Muse If you were to ask a professional fiction writer where their ideas come fromthey'd seem a bit perplexed at first, then they would look you straight inthe eye, and say with complete sincerity. "I have no idea." What do you expect? They write fiction. It's all about telling compellinglies in an entertaining fashion. I'm no pro, I'm a rank amateur without pretensionsso I don't mind telling you where I get my ideas. I have a muse. Bluebell, my muse is one of the...
July 27, 2020Since 1983, I have watched my wife take cock after cock into her little body. We (myself and the other 900+ different men) have put our penis’s into her mouth, pussy and extremely tight little butthole. Yes, I have wondered what she must be feeling with a dick is “inside” her. I have often heard her tell us “I can feel you cumming”. Can she really? Does she actually feel the jizz splashing against the lining of her bowels or or in the depths of her vagina?Yesterday morning, I was...
You thought you had him at a disadvantage. You'd been keeping him denied for months. So horny he couldn't think straight. Just for fun you said he could tie you up tonight. He was so eager he agreed to it right away. But, when the time came he was still in his cock cage with his hands handcuffed behind his back. "How am I supposed to tie you up like this?" he complained. "That's up to you, but you have 10 minutes", you said. He ran to the toy drawer and pulled out the wrist and ankle...
My regular friend came by today to cream my hole - I had worked all night and one of my favorite things to do is have a nice hard fuck then sleep like a baby with a big hot load in my ass. Today my lover didnt dissapoint. He came in and I fell to my knees and got him nice and hard in my mouth. I like to tickle the underside of his cock and wriggle the tip of my tongue in his pee hole. He backed out of my mouth so I knew that he had a pent up load to give me. I gave his hairy nut sack a quick...
After my recent experience of watching my s*s in law get off in the bathtub, I find that most every time I think about it I get aroused and need to rub one off to satisfy the state of excitement. Because her job requires some travel, she sometimes spends 2-3 day per week with us and has complete access to our home.The wife is out, and I am laying back in the bed with my hard cock in my hand, slowly stroking. I have a porno on the bedroom TV, but I am really thinking of the next time I get a...
March 8th, 1929 Jazz music and alcohol flowed as wealthy patrons flaunted the law of the land. Every vice was serviced here at the Seven Scriptures, the seediest dive in town. It was temple to excess, a place where even the most ardent Temperence Leaguer would find tempting. Bones Malone, notorious gangster, took in the smell of it all. He loved the stink of this town, this den of sin. It filled his pockets with money, and that meant power. Looking up at the stage, Bones...
Debbie was my next door neighbor and the closest thing I had to a best friend since leaving high school. She had divorced her husband shortly before we bought the house and moved in and she had gotten her house in her divorce settlement. We met over the back fence one morning, I invited her over for coffee and we hit it off. Two weeks later we were sharing our deepest, darkest secrets. I knew about her catching her husband cheating on her and how she forgave him and took him back - twice -...
Copyright© 2006 by Kien Reti "You what? You want to do me for a change? Why would you want something totally absurd like that? "Gin, honey, I know I'm the bottom, the one who bends over and spreads his cheeks for you. Anytime you want. But, it's getting to be more and more often lately. Five, six times a day sometimes. Not that I mind you taking me, you understand. But, guess what? Lately I've been wondering whether it'll ever be my turn." "Your turn, Brent? Your turn? You hooked up...
June rushed home from school the next afternoon, hoping to get there before Autumn got home. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the driveway was empty. She parked the car and ran into the house and went directly to the telephone. She knew the probability of Roger being home was slim, but she would at least be able to leave a message on his answering machine asking him to call her as soon as he got home. Her assumptions were correct, so she left the message then hung up. She went into...
The words wouldn’t come. I’m sure every writer, whatever the genre, has experienced it at some time or another. We might say, ‘my muse has gone on holiday’, or something similar. As if the ability to write comes from outside us. Of course, sometimes a writer’s muse is outside him – or her, mustn’t upset the PC police, must I? – we’ve all read about famous writers, or composers, or sculptors, or whatever, who have fallen in love (usually unrequited, of course) and have produced prodigiously to...
Solemn and faceless they bore her coffin in from the cold, listless morning. It was early, yet, and the chapel had not yet filled, but I knew that before long even the standing room would be crowded. The pallbearers paused with the strength of ritual, and placed the mahogany box like an altar at the front of the church. The rich wood gleamed brilliantly with the kiss of sacred candlelight. As well it should shine, as it would be a closed casket service. The air was stifling with the scent of...
The night before your phone rings you answered and walked into the other room. When you return you have a wicked smile curving your lips. Tilting my head I say to you could not have been that good baby you only gone a few minutes.Your body slips back into the bed which moments before had been a lustful torrent. Curling up to me your arm slips across me. Your lips whisper to me my muse you trust me no matter what. Of course My Artist have I given you cause to think I do not? No never but...
It was one of those boring days again. John would make me sit as still as I could, and use me as he always did whenever he had a sudden epiphany to paint. “keep quiet and just help me, darling,” he would mutter whenever I made a peep of complaint, and he would silence me completely with a long and hard kiss before he stepped away from me, his eyes never leaving me, and sit again at his infernal favorite position, behind the painting easel with the paintbrush held in his left hand.You see, John...
Quickie SexHi! I’m Anand, back with the next part of my story’ A Painter And His Muse’. For those who haven’t read the first part, please do so. Now coming to the story. Ananya was still in splits with the request made by Kailash. She was giving it a hard thought but was unable to fathom the fact that if she agrees to it then she’ll have to sit in front of her brother-in-law ‘nude’. In her bedroom when she was going through this over and over again. At the same time, Aditya came home and wanted to have...
IncestHi! I’m Anand, back with a new story. I’m back with a fictional story this time. This story is about a guy named Kailash. Kailash an average guy was working at a business consulting firm that sucked the life out of him. However, to keep the life a bit colorful he had made friends with the canvas. He was an artist, a painter. And strangely so he had mastered the art of nude painting. Kailash was an introvert and interacted very less with people. A humble man with a weird but a beautiful hobby....
IncestIt was Friday evening. The antique grandfather clock in the dining room struck eleven and I was wide awake and much calmer than a few hours before. I finally had forced myself to put my anger into the background so I could think and plan my moves. Stay calm and collected I had said to myself over and over.I had already alerted Thalia to what had happened today and she had agreed to my general plan, the details of which I would have to work out before next midnight. Our future was at stake and I...
First TimeElsewhere in the mansion, a Shadowcat hunted. Moving with more stealth then any normal cat could hope to imitate, she went from the first floor to the second floor and finally up to the attic on the western side of the mansion. The eastern attic was assigned to Ororo Monroe, who had turned it into arboretum, which was allowed by the massive skylights in the roof of the mansion. The western attic was turned into a large studio apartment. The only piece of furniture was a very large, custom...