Sam at the Con
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The Con What am I supposed to tell you about myself? I'm a bastard? Is that what you want to hear? Pick a word, I'll cop to it. I don't care what people think of me. I do my own thing, and the only person I have to worry about is me. Which is why it is total bullshit that I had to put on this tie and stand here in front of this decrepit old judge and let him tell me what I'm supposed to do. "Son, you have real issues with people, don't you? I see from your record that you've been...
For Dave, over the next few days it would be his last at his job. He had been working there as a Pharmacy technician and after four years he felt it was time to begin his approach to his actual career. His thoughts on Pharmacy were not at all negative; he enjoyed it for the fact of all the women that worked there with him. For him being a tall black man with an incredible physique, despite being engaged he took every chance to marvel at the women. First of the bunch was Diane; she was a...
InterracialA few months ago I was cruising the CL ads and found an interesting ad from an ex con Glenn wanting a jail house V. I found out he wanted a jail house virgin. I started corresponding with him. He told about being in prison for 15 years and that he was struggling in this society. He discussed how hot it was getting to be the first guy to fuck a newbie to the prison. He said he had been part of multiple gang bangs and there were guys who would come to his cell just to suck his cock. We met...
I don’t get any sleep all night. My mind runs different scenarios of what might happen when I see Kat. It seems to favor me getting my nuts ripped off after watching Kat go bat-shit crazy on Hayley and Irene and beating them to death with the house iron.Yeah, I’m pretty fucked up.I stop in front of the hotel door at 7:58. I feel like I’m going to barf, guess I shouldn’t have eaten that Snickers bar. My nerves are wreaking havoc on my stomach, but I guess it might be too late to walk away.At...
The Long Con By Amy B "You really don't remember do you?" quipped Tracy. I shook my head no. "About three months ago, you were fixing your makeup in the ladies room here and I was making out in one of the stalls and you yelled 'get a friggin' room sluts', it was then that we decided to teach you a lesson." I guess I should back up a little bit. I'm a closet transvestite. After moving from my wholesome Midwestern town and hiding my proclivities, I found myself in the big city....
It was about 11am and I had been up since 6am, but I was finally here at London Comic Con. I worked my way through the queue slowly as it was incredibly busy. I didn't mind too much as I was surrounded by like minded people. Once I made it into the main hall I hurried to the Cosplay changing booths to get into my suit. I knocked on the door and a female voice called out "Just a minute". Sure enough a minute or two later a petite you girl exited.She was painted green and wearing nothing but a...
“What do you want for your birthday?” she asked.“I don’t know, I don’t really need anything,” I replied.“I didn’t ask what you NEED, I asked what you WANT.”“I hadn’t really thought much about it, to be honest with you.”“What about sex; you always want more sex?”“No, you pretty much do everything I like.”“What do you mean, “pretty much” – what haven’t we done?”“Well, I’ve always wanted you to have such an intense orgasm while you’re sitting on my face that it would excite me enough to come,...
Oral SexThis is a story about a women I know, Saira. I know Saira, because my wife baby-sits her kids while she is at work. Saira is a very beautiful women. she wears burkha..She is about 5′ 8 tall with mid length curly black hair, steel blue eyes, fantastic smile and personality, and a voluptuous body. If I was to guess what her measurements would be, I would say they are 36C-30-40 I have a few myself. I fell in lust with Saira the first time I saw her, with her good looks and great personality it is...
Die beiden Schwestern liebten es, alleine daheim zu sein. Das mag für die meisten Teens komisch erscheinen, die lieber zusammen um die Häuser ziehen, aber Mia und Conny waren nichts anderes gewöhnt. Sie kannten sich gegenseitig. Sie mochten sich sogar. Und sie hatten viel gemeinsam. Ihre Freundschaft war dadurch begründet, dass ihre Eltern beide gut vertdienten, aber dafür so gut wie nie zuhause waren um in ihren Büros für noch mehr Wohlstand zu sorgen. Schon immer lebten die beiden im Luxus,...
TeenI posted this story on another site some time ago, but never on Lit. I have been physically unable to do any writing for some time so this is all I can do right now. It’s a long story but I’d rather give it to you all at once. Personally, I hate multi-part stories. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * Chapter 1- Carmine The whistle blew as I stood up from my resting place next to the chain link fence that enclosed the area where I, along with twenty other men, was getting my daily ration of fresh...
It was a very quiet night as I walked the sidewalk of downtown Mohinta. The laser sign still blaring brightly, "open" made me stop. I never could pass up the opportunity to go into an adult store when I saw one, so this one was no different. I always just wanted to look around. Sometimes I saw things I should not see. Other times, I saw the same things. But it never failed for there to be at least one guy standing with his hard cock sticking out of his pants getting ready to cum on the floor. I...
Straight SexConsuela opened the door soon after the doorbell rang. “Helga!” she said as she hugged the pretty blonde girl on the steps. Helga hugged her back and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m glad to see you too,” Consuela said with a slight blush. “Did you have a nice stay?” “Yes, Aunt Ella decided I was grown up enough to spend my time as I liked, so I had lots of fun.” Helga continued hugging her waist and seemed almost as if she was going to lean in for another kiss, but after two seconds let her go. ...
LesbianMike found Consuela’s house with a little difficulty. While not far from town , it was rural. Her house, surrounded by trees felt isolated. “Wow,” Mike whispered, “Nice house.” He pulled into the garage and turned off his car. He jumped a little when the garage door started down. His arms full , he turned to see Consuela leaning against the door jam. “You don’t look too bad for having your ass kicked.” “You look great.” “Thanks, come on in,” She said and move back inside. “This house is...
Lepre-conned A drabble by JDCopyhack "You caught me, boy-o. This old leprechaun is no match for you." "So, I get a wish, right?" "Of course, but make it quick. I am a busy man." "Okay, well... I wish I were a girl." "Why?" "It's complicated." "I see. Well, can't say I understand, but I've heard worse." "So, you'll do it?" "Of course. But remember, once a wish is granted, it can't be undone. Are you ready?" "Ready!" "With all me powers I grant ye your...
Thursday, August 13th, 2015. Asim’s house. Back in Riyadh, Asim and I fell back into our normal routine, almost like a married couple. He filled his calendar with appointments with other layabouts, discussing business deals that were far too much work to ever carry out or comparing their latest unearned trophies. I prepared to spend my days making numerous trips to supermarkets and dry cleaners, in between serving a largely ignored breakfast and a hastily scarfed, though not unappreciated...
Alistair's Beard, a Her TV story. Characters: Alistair/Cybill a 6' red-headed Scotsman, 175 lb 58 years when we first meet him but 28 in reminiscence Ingird, Alistair's present day wife, 2nd marriage. Iris and Amaryllis, his daughters, 5'10", both tall redheads, 31 and 28 years Prudence 5'10" brunette, slightly overweight 32 years Diana her lover, 5'11" slender brunette, athletic 34 years Henry/Harriet 5'8" mousy hair, 165 lb 33 years Joanna, his wife,...
Fervour of the Past VI: Conglomerate by Tegeli CHAPTER 1 In the full view from our house, the Jaan troops took control over the dig site. Bemariq secluded himself in his study. On his rare forays out, he barely said a word to me and certainly never glanced out from the window. My husband only came out to go post letters, to attend meetings the Heva and for long solitary walks in the hills above. He cooked nothing and never touched anything I prepared. Honeydew and drink were...
CURLS FOR CONRAD by Sandy Sullivan Prologue Conrad is in trouble, he just doesn't know how much trouble! It is Monday morning, and Conrad is sitting in a straight back chair in the entrance foyer of his wife's mansion. He is sitting there because his wife told him to when she left to go to the bank she owns. He is to wait right there until his mother in law arrives from her home in Paris. ...
Monday, July 13th. Gatwick Airport. What the hell was wrong with me!? Why had I worked so hard to get here? How did I not realise that pretty much the last thing I ever want is to be away from my family, particularly my little boy? Why the fuck was I going to a country where I’d be practically illiterate, dependant on the good will of the very people I was going to spy on to speak English with me! And how in the world was I going to be a spy when I had a sodding Wikipedia page and an IMDB...
"It is human nature that there are those who are predators, and those who are preyed upon. Society, in order to protect itself from predators, organized and drafted people into armies to defend its territory from other marauding humans who were trying to expand into territory already claimed. "As people grouped together for mutual protection, they also formed a service called a police force. While these men and woman were chosen for a willingness to serve and to protect, it is also known...
Part 1 The last year of school had been a drag for Kit, science in particular. Mr Mathers, a grumpy old coot with little patience and a quick temper had been making life hell for her. Most of her school life Kit had enjoyed science right up until she got Mr Mathers. Now she groaned in despair whenever she thought about attending that class. Sometimes she wished the old goat would just keel over, have a fit, fall down a flight of stairs and break a leg, anything really just so long as she didn’t...
TabooScott shook off his black mood. He knew it wouldn't do him or Dalriada any good and in any event, the people had made their wishes clear. His first order of business was to see to their defences so that they could hold the High King long enough to allow the full muster of his men. He knew the Pass of Brander was the key to stopping anyone overrunning the main part of Loarne and he now marshalled archers and crossbows onto the high ground above the narrow pass. Even a small number of men...
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234 Holiday surprise trilogy section 4 Now this story is linked to the story a holiday surprise as you will find later in the thing if you can bear to follow it to its final destination, it has been broken into sections to make it less of a tome, (war and peace eat your heart out lol)234 A Dairy conversion (pt4) My wife Ann and I had begun reading from hamster, literotica, etc both together and singularly in the hope of stimulating our flagging sex life after 25 years of a very vanilla...
As a frequent visitor to adult sites, and as a bi male, I am always open to M and F connections. On Friday last, I connected on an adult site (other than xhamster) and engaged in a great chat w/a young (20 y/o) guy. He was amazingly open, candid and mature - especially for his age. We chatted a great deal, and ultimately got down to the carnal histories and desires of each of us. Two things became clear: 1) he is somewhat inexperienced, as he only began to act out on his cock love a year ago,...
It was an uneventful Saturday morning, I ate breakfast and turned on the television. I look at my phone and notice a text came in. It's from my old friend and fuckbuddy, Mike. He texts, "Yo, I got some Viagra, you wanna come and fill my girls pussy with your load today?" I quickly texted back that I was indeed interested. (see.. this guy is in many of my other stories because we have hot fucking times together everytime we meet.) I erase the texts and have him text that he needs help fixing...
Continues from Chapters 12/13Its said she never left the institution has a private room there is still wanked off every night and under strict discipline from her mentor, the head wardress.Jacinda for some reason had gone under the radar with regard to corporal punishment. Although because of her looks attracted and received a lot of sexual correction.Like Janet Jacinda was also made to report for a good wanking Off daily. She also recieved an even more severe administration of cunnilingus....
"I can hardly wait. You know Daisy, when I first learned aboutTom's desires, I was hurt, confused, wanted a divorce, I reallywanted to kill him. But after I talked with Dr. More, and now you,I feel much better, in fact, it could be fun. "Ann, don't worry, Robin has been a complete baby for over ayear now, and there are moments, but for the most part it is fun.Bob's a P.E. teacher. I haven't yet done anything to him at work,but then you never know. All those cute little tiny bopper's,...
About two block from the house Ann stated "Tom's Home". It wasthen that Tami noticed the pacifier around his neck and in hismouth. He took it out immediately and saw the two girls in the carnext to them at the stop light smiling. Since it was a warm day, Ann had the car windows open. Tamilooked at the girls, and now being himself, stated "I'm trying toquit smoking." "Sure you are," the driver of the other car said, as the lightturned green and she drove off laughing. "Please Ann,...
Hi, I am Alex and this is a story I wrote a long time ago. It was originally posted under a different title and pseudonym, but I have been unable to find it (forgot title and name I used back then). I have made some changes (mainly the ending due to some critiques (thank you)) and did some other updates and additions to the story since originally posting it. I have also changed my writing pseudonym and wanted to put this story under my new name and email. The story is a complete work...
Being a new recruit definitely did not have its merit. Everyone treated me like a second class citizen and while I didn’t want to admit it, it probably didn’t help that I was 5’2 and Asian. I must've looked like I was easy to push around. To be completely honest, outside of the military I was treated like a pushover. But that’s exactly why I joined- to harden up. Yet I was back at square one. I should've known better, but what's done is done and some part of me hoped that despite my rough...
The glow in my genitals which had been slowly growing finally reached its peak and that wonderful pulsing of my penis throbbed out a small amount of man juice. Being in my 70s, I didn’t shoot too much anymore which made cleanup easier but didn’t give my partner as much of a thrill feeling it spraying on her insides. I removed my mouth from her nearest breast and gave her a long and tender kiss. She was on her back and I was on my side with my legs under hers. After about 10 minutes of...
The last time I was at Hamad I had been escorted off the plane soon after landing. This was much better. For some reason we didn’t use a jetway to get into the terminal building, so I was treated to a blast of the familiar heat of Doha. It felt strangely comforting, for some reason. It’s not quite the same as the heat of Los Angeles, or Las Vegas. Maybe it was because we were so near the sea. For the first few seconds it felt a bit like a warm hug. Isn’t that odd? An airport bus drove us to...
I suppose it’s only normal that you take on the English accent to which you are most often exposed. In my case it started when BBC 1 and 2 were made available on the Dutch cable network. I loved almost every show they put on and that shaped my theretofore rather unremarkable Dutsj Ekssent. Well, Lexy grew up watching shows and films like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Beverly Hills 90210, Clueless, The Twilight Saga and related TV trash. Not every character on those shows speaks Valley Girl, but...
Clair, Dee and the Visit Clair hurried to Dee's home, feeling anxious. He had been told to arrive before ten. He has been ordered to be smooth and hairless, wearing his sexiest lingerie under his drab, male clothes. He was very keen to ensure that he prepared exactly right and had spent ages with depilatories, razors, lotions, creams and perfumes to ensure that his skin was as glossy and fragrant as he could possibly get it. He had managed to avoid too much onanism, saving himself for...
“Clair why can’t I have a piece of ass” was such a simple question. It started an unexpected chain of events, it is all the chaos theory. Clair is my beautiful, alienated older sister. Clair is a classic sociopath with few human emotions or feelings. She is a promiscuous slut because she gets pleasure from sex. Now Clair was not your run of the mill High School Cheer Leader slut, she has some class and is slutty with a few selected guys. Clair is a classic California Girl, blonde, slender,...
Midway through my first year in the new town I had moved to, a waitress named Jenny began working at the pub down the road from my gallery. She was only employed there over a six week period, as I will explain later. Her boyfriend was a guy called Conrad, and I only met him on three occasions. Conrad had recently acquired work in the building industry, in a city two hundred miles away. Because of that distance, he only visited Jenny every second weekend during her service at the pub.We all knew...
Gay MaleSaturday June 27th, 2015. Dallas Road, Ealing. “Good morning.” “You’re up early?” said Kelly, who I found scooping yoghurt into a bowl of muesli when I sauntered into the kitchen. She’d spent the night at my house, in her own room. “Are you kidding? It’s five minutes past eight! I’ve been staring at the ceiling for half an hour, trying to get back to sleep.” “Well, give it another go. Or give me ten minutes and I’ll come and wear you out.” “Cheeky cow,” I muttered, as I filled the tea...
I signed another document and followed Miles into a cavernous space, which was rather dark. Two men in lab coats scurried away. Miles waited until they were gone and then flipped a switch on the wall near the door. Bright lights in the ceiling clacked on and unveiled a turning plateau with a car under a black tarp. I could see the tyres, but not much else. Miles and Hugo shot each other a look and grinned. “Carstairs! Your new vehicle! Feel free to do the honours.” I stepped onto the...
I woke up around eight in the morning, an hour later than I’m used to. I walked to the other side of the house, to Asim’s bedroom, and heard snoring. That was good. I had a quick yet annoying shower and took some time to spruce myself up. I’m not one of those men who are completely hopeless when they’re single, but what with Mel being a professional make-up artist and hairstylist, amongst many other talents, I rarely needed to groom myself nowadays. But now I was spending time shaving around...
It was about ten minutes to showtime. I’d be at the mosque in three minutes or so, although K-T would drop me off at the mall entrance and then proceed to another destination. We were making good time, because although some traffic kept moving, many cars just pulled to the side of the road wherever there was space near a mosque. Sometimes cars were abandoned in the middle of the road, blocking each other in. The police never made a fuss: after all, everyone was supposed to be praying. Men...
In 1815 Virgina, the rules were hard and fast, to be obeyed without question, however, as we are about to see, not all rules are applied with equality. What is good for the goose, is not always good for the gander! John and Catherine Smith, a very religious couple, had a small farm about three miles outside of Kirkville, Virginia where they were raising their three children in the traditional puritan upbringing. Rachel the oldest of the three, was the apple of her father's eye, and the first of...
EroticWish Shift: Chapter Nineteen Crossing the Rubicon Year 1 A.S. Day 103 Bob's was a little bit busy this morning for a Thursday. Derek had picked Jenny up at her house at the regular time for her appointment, but they still had more than an hour or so to kill when they walked into the restaurant. Bob waved to Jenny and Derek as they came in the door, but he didn't come over. There were too many people cycling through the place at the moment. Jenny was pretty sure that if he got a...
It was a wonderful summer fling, Claire and I had met on a summer camp where we were both working. We had real sexual chemistry and we would take every opportunity we could to get some alone time but that wasn't easy at a busy summer camp. So when the summer came to an end and Claire invited me to help her house sit her parents house I jumped at the chance even if it did mean a 3 hour car ride with Claire's friend Angela.Now don't get me wrong, there was nothing wrong with Angela as a person...
Written and edited with the help of an ex-catholic friend. This story may stir some controversy but then why write if it tastes like vanilla. Raised in Boston to love, honor and obey his family and one-day to fulfill his spiritual calling, Tom O’Brien was the youngest of six American bred Irish children. Every Irish Catholic family dreams of the day that one of their children will be ordained into the priesthood, increasing the prospect of an eternal reward in Heaven for the parents, and...
FetishStill Monday July 7th, 2015. A government building somewhere in London. (smiled.oddly.hosts) I was made to sit alone in a room for about ten minutes, so ordered by a man who clearly had no intention of getting me a cup of tea. And I did ask, twice. He was a bit shorter than me, but also a bit wider. Instead of a suit he wore something that was supposed to give him a military look but made me think of a fisherman: a brown shirt, brown carpenter pants, army boots. He was ginger, but his hair...
“Crank up the A.C, sweetheart. Let me get some water ... Oooaaahhh...” “Sweetheart? Again?” “Yes. I suddenly cared for you in the wilderness, in the land of great drought. And especially for that bag with bottled water. Let’s get a move on. You drive.” “Destination?” “The most expensive hotel in Al Hofuf. Unless you can find one with a charger?” “I cannot execute that search. We will reach Al Hofuf in two hours.” “Okay. Then I’ll do a search and you drive. Stop at the next empty rest...
Convict is a person who is guilty of one or more criminal offences declared by the judge. Here even he hasn't done any crime he remain a convict until declared innocent and given compensation and other rehabilitation cost related to it and punish who were involved in it! But here this man hasn't received anything and no punishment for real criminals (Dr Bhuller and group). So, he is still convict! Had bad times! Hours, days or weeks? No, not even years! Convict spends his lifetime prison...
Blair's Britain "Damn, where's my bra?" For those of you who don't think there's anything odd about this question perhaps I should explain. I am a heterosexual married man yet here I am typing out my story in stilettos, stockings, satin knickers and suspenders, a satin bra and a slip writing my story. I would never have thought this possible 10 years ago when "Things Can Only get Better" blared through the speakers and a triumphant Tony and Cherie drove to Downing Street. I...
Natalie and Conrad Natalie paced back and forth alongside her parked car. She stopped alongside the cars passenger window. She bit a nail, trying to stem her nervousness. What if this man, this Conrad, doesn't like her? What if she doesn't like him? Yesterday she had been so excited after Katy had told her about him she couldn't think straight, but now, if Katy had come by and said it was all off, she'd be glad. Wouldn't she? She glanced at her watch for the sixth time since getting out...
Many thanks go to PapaGus and Deryk for their assistance in preparing this story for posting. Everything was at the hurry up! Really!. My employers had just taken over a much smaller concern that had recently gone to the wall. I think the company probably got everything on the cheap from the administrators. In spite of my own having been very successful in recent months, and completely swamped with work, our management was somewhat in a panic to bring its new acquisition into the fold, and get...
I followed Master Conner along a woodland trail, my breasts jiggling with each step, pulling on the chain that dangled inbetween the clamps which were biting into the rock hard flesh of my nipples. The walk was a quiet one and I had time to contemplate what had happened back at the lodge. My cheeks felt flush thinking of how these strangers had touched me. How I had been whipped with a crop and how I had exposed myself to everyone present. They had all witnessed my weakness. My...
I followed Master Conner along a woodland trail, my breasts jiggling with each step, pulling on the chain that dangled inbetween the clamps which were biting into the rock hard flesh of my nipples. The walk was a quiet one and I had time to contemplate what had happened back at the lodge. My cheeks felt flush thinking of how these strangers had touched me. How I had been whipped with a crop and how I had exposed myself to everyone present. They had all witnessed my weakness. My desire....
BDSMChris really didn’t know when he first became fascinated with spanking. Spanking; certainly not the craziness of his mother chasing him around the kitchen with the dreaded “wooden spoon” in an attempt to land a glancing blow over something silly. No, a spanking as an adult that was formal over the knee spanking was what he was always curious about. If he had to guess, it was from the books he read and the movies and television that he saw growing up, as there seemed to be a lot of it going on...
SpankingIt all started out as a mild sexual tease. John's birthday was coming up and I wanted to give him something special. I had told him plenty of erotic tales of my childhood, but I figured I could add a little visual detail, something that would add flavor for him. I like to lie in bed next to him and stroke him off while I tell him the details of things that happened long ago. The more realism I can give him, the more it feels like he is a fly on the wall, watching it happen. There was one...
‘Grandpa, Grandpa! Look at the bird!’ exclaimed little Tanya. Her grandfather, Michele or simply ‘Pa’ to the children, cocked his head turning his black eyes skyward. Tanya looked upwards and marveled at the snow white hair and snowy white mustache of the world’s most intelligent man – at least in this child’s mind. ‘That’s a falcon, Tanya. They’re like hawks but smaller, quicker, and I think more beautiful. Watch him sail and hunt in the air’. ‘Gee, he’s pretty Pa. Does he have a family?’ ...
If you’re anything like me (but maybe you got lucky and you’re not) you’ll know this feeling: there will be something on the news that makes you explode with rage. Say, some idiot gets behind the wheel, drunk as a skunk, kills three people who were just standing at a bus shelter minding their own Instagram and then he sues the bus company for placing the shelter near a pub. That sort of thing. Or a Belgian man locks up some girls in his basement and starves a couple of them to death before he...
They waited until her heart stopped pumping blood, which took about twenty seconds or so. Then the pressure got too low, and the trickle stopped. Two men dressed more like medics than soldiers came out of the main building with a stretcher. They wore gloves and aprons. Hurriedly they placed the body on the stretcher. The executioner helpfully placed the bag with the head above the neck, but only after he was done wiping down the blade and carefully sliding it back into its sheath. The Imam...