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Our little town has a community garage sale once a year. There are probably a hundred and thirty garage sales that weekend. Of course my wife Connie has to take part, but she will complain about all the work that has to be done to get ready for it. We've been part of this community garage sale for the last fifteen years. It's hard to believe that people will actually drive from near and far just to buy our junk. We have had people come as far as a state away to attend our garage sale...
family Yard SalebySlickman©Note from Slickman: Been to a good yard sale lately? Have you found things that were very private that the people didn't know were out there? All rights reserved. *"HUGE family YARD SALE, Saturday, October 1, 2005. Multi-family. Lots of stuff. 102 Belmar Drive. No early birds. 8:00AM to Noon."Annie Flanagan read the ad one more time before sending it to the local newspaper. They only had one week to get everything out of storage and priced. She picked up the phone and...
There is no sex, it is a soppy romantic fairy story for adults wanting to warm the cockles of their heart. ***** Now Prince Arrik peered out of the Palace tower window, his breath misting the thin plate glass. As far as the eye could see, and he could see a long way over the flat terrain from this high up, the ground lay white in a thick layer of freshly-fallen snow. More thick soft white flakes gently floated down from a still leaden sky. His mother had forecast the snowstorm yesterday, so...
What do chocolate and hockey have to do with each other? A good question. They both have to do with sex. WHY CHOCOLATE IS BETTER THAN SEX 1) We don’t have to beg for chocolate. This proves nothing. We can get sex without begging. Ask Eve. Let’s just not get like Mrs. Marabel Morgan who wrote “Total Woman.” Wear Saran Wrap to greet your hubby after his hard day at the office. Imagine how sticky you’d feel plastered in plastic! We didn’t have to beg our brother who maybe wasn’t romantic...
I was the first to arrive at the beautiful looking cottage I had booked on the Northumberland coast. It was near the village of Longhoughton not far from Alnwick and was perfect for the weekend we had planned. I backed the car up the drive and opened the door to have a look round. I had been assured it was luxurious and it certainly was, and immaculately clean. I went back to the car and unloaded my weekend bag and the speciality shopping. It took about fifteen minutes and everything was set so...
It was a delicate balance, the temperature and texture of the chocolate I was preparing to pour over his cock. It wasn’t really something I was prepared to get wrong, so I worked carefully, meticulously. Of course I had to test and taste it often, but one has to make sacrifices for true art. I gently warmed the thick cream in a double boiler with a stick of cinnamon, carefully avoiding bringing it to the boil. The chips of dark Lindt chocolate melting in the cream took on a warm gloss as they...
Straight SexHi I am Roy again I am going to tell you a true story, we live in a flat and there are many flats in a building, there are many sexy aunties and beautiful girls and nice kamwalis around, I have fucked 3 girls, 6 aunties and 12 kamwalis out of them, I will tell you about them one by one so put your hand in your pants / skirls / Salwar / Ghaghra and relax and have a nice time reading my stories. This story is of my neighbour’s daughter (elder one), when we moved into our own flat, we had a...
Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. This work of fiction is a product of the author’s imagination and the characters, incidents or dialog are not to be construed as real. This story includes scenes of graphic sex and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. No one should publish or post this story anywhere else without the author’s written permission. The length of this story is around 13,000 words and takes up 4 pages on Lit. Tags used on this...
Half Priced Sale(Original Equipment)Chapter oneMarie left a trail of dirty snow on the floor as she walked up to the meat counter and considered the prices on the choice cuts of meat she would need for her party on Saturday. The meat girl on display had a regulation hood that covered her face and the back of her head. Her hair was either cut short or tucked under the hood. By law, no hair was allowed to be visible on a meat girl display. These hoods, or more specifically the electronics...
That was the first time he got to watch Beth in her first bikini. As he looked around at some of the other girls, a couple of them had their tops fly off their tits because of the force of the wave, instantly causing him to stare with obvious excitement. But, being the pervert that he was learning to be, he elected to experiment and he had Beth stand just right, and the same thing happened to her....
Gabriella winced as she tried to cross the street. There was a light at the center of Westport Road and Pennsylvania, but the sidewalks were full of young women of all sizes in all manner of dress. The young men driving by never seemed to keep their eyes on the road; and certainly not on the one light above the intersection. She had gone back to her car to get some more boxes of chocolate. She had run out earlier than she was used to. She had a small shop she had inherited from her parents...
Note to readers: I am inspired by Pamela's wonderful "Mrs. Canvendish", which can be found on http://fictionmania.tv. Read it and you'll love it like I do. Please encourage her to continue this un-completed tale, as I have. It is the gentle, non-sexual story of Matt, a young man going it alone in life (a bit naively). He becomes gardener-helper-maid to the elegant, living-alone Mrs. Cavendish, who is fascinated by his long "not neat" hair, and insists on brushing it for him and...
Hey peeps, Rahul here to welcome you back to my stories. I hope you all enjoyed reading the most recent story. I invite you to read as well. Thank you so much for your love and support. I have a sincere request for everyone before I begin the story. Please stop requesting the females’ contact information or private information about them. Many messages recently have asked me to set up with available girls. Let’s begin the story without further ado. This story is about a reader and me having a...
GARAGE SALE ?Mo-om! You won?t believe this! Linda is at the garage sale!!!?Trine?s voice was strained, she gasped for air after having run all the way from the Petersons two hundred yards down the street. Sweat had formed on her neck and shoulders, partly from the hot sun and partly from the running.?So? She?s just helping out with her parents? garage sale! What?s so strange about that?? asked her mother. Mrs. Bremmer was doing the dishes. Since it was Saturday and she and Trine?s...
The Rummage Sale By Margaret Jeanette Margaret Strom was very happy. She had just sold an antique dining room table with six chairs for over a thousand dollars. She had gotten it at a rummage sale two towns over for a pittance and now had realized a handsome profit on it. The sale assured that her antique shop would be in the black for some time. She was on her way home when she saw a rummage sale sign. She parked across the street and surveyed the merchandise set out in the...
As mentioned, Lisa’s mother dropped her off and you could tell by the look on her face, she was still upset. Uncle Mike opened the door and let the very attractive girl enter his house, still talking to his sister-in-law through the screen door, obviously still agitated. As she passed him, he noticed her long blonde hair, was gathered in a decorative scrunchie and she was dressed in a short skirt with a sheer blue blouse that showed off a matching sports bra she had worn underneath. . . as...
‘MMM, that was delicious’, I said, as she hangs our coats and I flip on a few lights in the house. ‘I love sushi’, she exhales, as if reminiscing a childhood pet. It’s the time of night for some of the more routine things in our relationship like feeding the fish, clearing any scattered dishes, loading them in the washer and closing the various drapes. I notice the box of Godiva chocolate resting on top of the wine rack and grab it before flipping off the light and heading the bedroom. ‘I...
At first, we thought it must have been vandalism. On the other hand, in retrospect, we should have known better. The final ‘o’ and ‘t’ hadn’t been scribbled out, like the typical vandal would do. There had been a very neat, straight line drawn through each of them. AND they were printed considerably smaller than the other letters... and not capitalized like the others. And who the hell was Monica anyway? About an hour earlier, my three housemates and I had decided it was finally time for us to...
Group SexI can’t stop myself. I admit it. I love chocolate and I want it, all the time. That’s how I wound up at the truffle shop, even after a great dinner at one of the top restaurants in town. And that’s where I met him. It started out simply. I was staring at the truffles, trying to decide which one, or ones, I wanted. Not easy, because I wanted them all. ‘They all look so good, don’t they?’ a man’s voice said. I looked up and saw a pleasant smile lighting up a boyish male face. He wasn’t young,...
Lara could not believe that she was about to do what she was about to do. Her she stood in the window of Dee Monde Ladies Salon, where she had worked since early October, waiting for the curtains blocking the window to rise and offer the street beyond full view to the shop interior. It was the last week of the Holiday rush and Dee Monde sales had not done as well as forecast. The small lingerie and accessories shop was not faring well against the big chain stores in the recently opened mall...
He walked into the room… an air about him struck her immediately. He was unlike any of the other Masters ~ quiet, observing all that was going on in the room. She whispered to one of her sisters ‘who is that handsome Master that just entered?’ Her friend whispered that he was an occasional visitor there… every time, he did the same thing ~ sits on a chair, looks around the room, keeps his comments to himself, almost expecting to find something that sparks his interest, and if nothing does, he...
© Feb 2003 Write a story about chocolate he said - 'Gee thanks Ray!' I looked at the email he'd written and thought again to myself 'Jeez - I don't do chocolate - how the blazes do I write a story about it? Hell! I know we writers are supposed to have dirty minds and all that jazz but chocolate - c'mon fella!' And I put it to the back of my mind. Except it wouldn't go away. I kept thinking back to 'The Experiment'. That was chocolate. That was sex. Boy was that sex - oh yes...
Chocolate, I thought as I headed home on my bicycle. I was craving chocolate, something that wasn’t uncommon. Usually, it was the only thing I was craving, but there was something else now too. An orgasm.I was a virgin, but I’d learned the pleasures of masturbation long ago. With my eighteen years, I’ve had experience with orgasms for.. two years. That would be about right. At times I pleased myself daily, or multiple times a day. Other times it was once a week.Now? It was definitely a day of...
MasturbationNaomi had only been working at the restaurant for a few weeks, but she had already felt like it might not work out. At twenty years old and a student at the local university, she only found the job to help finance her last year of school as an international business major. It’s not as if Naomi didn’t like her job; the customers were nice and tipped well and she received good shifts to work. Also, the staff and her co-workers were friendly to work with as well, maybe except one. Chef and owner...
InterracialFifteen minutes. My bedside clock counts down faster than I want it to. Was it too late to cancel? Probably. You want this, I tell myself. No, you need this. I pull up my black stocking tights. I clip my ruby red hair behind my head, and look in the mirror. My eye catches on the photo from last summer. Seth and I smile at the camera, my head trying to duck out, camera-shy. Strange to believe it was only a year ago. Was this too soon? My heart gave a lurch. I lingered over the choice between my...
ReluctanceWe have a date set at a bar to meet but the bartender hands me a note. "Meet me at the hotel room 217." Here I am a little bummed that I didn't get to watch you walk into the bar but still excited about finally seeing you. I pay the tab and when I get to the car there is a note under the wind shield wiper. "Do what the fuck you are told. Nothing more and nothing less."The drive was pretty short and I walk up to the door which is slightly ajar. Another note taped to the door reads "You sure have...
My little sister Gina is addicted to chocolate. She isn't fat or anything. In fact, she's skinny and really athletic for a nine year old. But she loves chocolate. Me, I'm addicted to something else: pussy. I can't remember a time when I wasn't playing with mine, or trying to get other girls to let me play with theirs. I love the smell and the taste. Gina has never let me play with hers -- ever. Not that I haven't tried. I play with my own pussy at least once a day. Gina sees me, I mean,...
Her name was Meshawn. She was about the cutest thing I'd ever seen at my old job, and lusted after her for quite some time. Every guy there did, understandably. 5' 3" with medium-brown skin, shoulder-length curly hair, nicely padded figure, beaming smile and very amiable and pleasant to talk to. I'd seen some honeys in High School, at College, working different jobs afterwards of the African-American persuasion. Not like this one, she was sweet as could be and had a "casual" attitude that made...
Hello guys… My name is Kunal and I am from Mumbai. Basically I m working in corporate sector but I m an expert at giving hot oil, chocolate, fruit, ice cream and nuru massage. So if any lady wants my service can message me at Com Now coming back to story, I have posted my ad on different social networking sites and I waited for sometimes. There I found one lady who told she is looking for massage but she is very shy and fearful. So initially we had long chat on what’s app. She is 38 years old...
Hi mera naam Luvesh hai main Gujarat k eek naami shehar main rehta hu (main city nahi batanna chahta ) meri umar 23 saal hai naya naya graduate hua hu. Filhaal jobless hu mere father aur mere chacha sath main ek business main hai meri bua ke ladke ki dusri marriage ki liye jo spain main rehta hai,mere cousin bhaiya Ramesh jinki age 36 years hai unki first biwi ko koi bimari nai thi leking achanak ek din unki death ho gayi. Aur uske liye meri bua ne papa aur chacha ko rishte ke liye kaha tha...
Charlie and the Chocolate Shoppe Author's Note: I started with an idea that would have been a sequel to Companion but decided I liked that story ending the way it did and that people could decide how that story went on for themselves. But I had decided I liked the title I came up with, so with a twist to my original idea, here is a new story. Angela was carefully placing more chocolate covered strawberries in the display case, making sure they all looked perfect to any customer...
Glyn was blond, blue-eyed, handsome, well-built, and the perfect bottom. In any club or bar Glyn always got who Glyn wanted and once he had made his pick, all the other queens could squabble for the leftovers. At the age of twenty-three, he was in the prime of his life. Fortunately, he wasn’t too arrogant; a trait that would have made his already good looks totally intolerable. Glyn, nevertheless, loved having the upper hand. Remarkably, that was to change one evening when Glyn became totally...
Gay MaleI got home from work that evening completely bushed. It had been one of those days – nothing goes right for you and you just feel like hitting the nearest person to you (know the feeling?). I stripped off my work clothes and put on a comfortable pair of shorts and went into the kitchen to cook something for dinner. I had a nice salad and watched some TV. As it happens, nothing was really on, so I ended up watching some of that film, 9 1/2 weeks with Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger...
Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." This statement, uttered in bed, generally indicated some sort of feminine hygiene emergency, and the one who 'needs to go to the store' is generally me. It is a law of nature that the gender which does not use or need a product, or is most likely embarrassed by its purchase (I am long over that, at least), is the gender which must buy it. "What do you need?" It wouldn't embarrass me. I'd get her to be specific; plugs or pads, regular...
THE PASTRY SALEEvery year, and sometimes even twice a year, the ladies of St.Mark’s Church organized a pastry sale to help finance the upkeep of the church. The parish of St. Mark was an affluent one where many professionals resided and also, since the establishment of a Revlon factory, many single women who worked in the profitable field of beauty products. It was difficult to get the younger women to participate in church affairs but Marjorie Halpern had managed to gather half a dozen...
Hi guys!! This is shankar again from Chennai. Thanks for your comments. Guys please don’t ask for girls details. They are just sharing their feelings. I won’t share anyone’s personal details. Don’t mistake me!!Thanks for iss viewers for giving 5 star rating to the previous story. This is a continuous of the previous story. Post your comments on If you wanna know how to start such a relationship with your family members. Mail me I will help you to open the love door between you and your...
IncestMarvella James owns and operates a cupcake bakery/shop in Tampa called Cupcake Cravings. There, she makes cupcakes in several different flavors. Not only that, she also caters for parties and social gatherings too. She recently made cupcakes for a breast cancer awareness benefit last October, which was a success. As she started baking cupcakes at the shop, Marvella got a call from Mrs. Tiffany Gaston, president of the Tampa Junior League. Mrs. Gaston was planning a social gathering to benefit...
I suppose it really started two years ago when I was working for a small community newspaper in Colorado. It was the holiday season and, as in a lot of places, when the holiday season arrived the offices take on a gay, festive air. Banners and posters appear, Christmas cards get pinned up on cork memo boards and desks suddenly sprout scented candles and candy dishes. It was a candy dish that did it, a candy dish and Dove dark chocolate individually wrapped squares. +++++ I love the ladies....
Warm and wet greetings to all of you. This is my first story. For privacy reasons, all the female names are fictional. This is the story about me and my two fuck buddies who are also bisexual. I met them at the fitness center I go to workout. The yoga hall was one floor below the gym and one day, I saw them making love in a vacant room near the hall. They offered me money to keep it a secret but I had other intentions. It will be a trueful boast if I say the women who have been rammed by my...
I suppose it really started two years ago when I was working for a small community newspaper in Colorado. It was the holiday season and, as in a lot of places, when the holiday season arrived the offices take on a gay, festive air. Banners and posters appear, Christmas cards get pinned up on cork memo boards and desks suddenly sprout scented candles and candy dishes. It was a candy dish that did it; a candy dish and Dove dark chocolate individually wrapped squares. I love the ladies. Can't...
It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning in November in the Ozarks and I decided to drive the 50 miles to the nearest WalMart to do some shopping. As I passed through one of the small towns that dotted the hills and hollows of our beautiful Ozarks, I saw a small homemade ‘Garage Sale’ sign in front of a little house just out of town. The home was probably built in the 50s or 60s and had a small free-standing garage behind it. I had found some good tool buys in just such a place in the past,...
I am not a yard sale kind of guy. However as I drove past this farmhouse way out in the country I saw a tiny sign that said “Yard Sale.” The sign was being held up by a very pretty young lady. She was wearing a bikini! How could I resist? I stopped as quickly as I could and backed up. As I pulled into the driveway the girl ran to the house. I sure enjoyed watching her ass gyrate as she ran. She called out and a slightly older girl came out of the house in a bikini too. I parked and got out...
There was this girl. She was young. She was pretty. She worked at the chocolate shop. I am not a scrooge, honest. I have come to not so much as hate Christmas as to just be annoyed with the whole holiday build up. The shopping especially annoys me. Because of classes, I really haven't opportunity to shop at that time of year and haven't the organizational skills to do it through the rest of the year. I usually do all right, but only barely all right, by getting gifts for my parents and...
Brenda was frantic; she had just received news that the institution that housed her daughter for the last twelve years was closing. The reasons given were either 'financial' or 'the institutions were a violation of the rights of the inhabitants'. It would be more in their interests to be with their families, so the 'good doers' of society said. "Families", Brenda screamed. "The family had almost been destroyed when Belinda was home. From the age of ten she had totally gone off the...
Hi, I am Ankit (name changed) studying in yet another engineering college of your country. But, one thing that defines me in short is my fantasies. From my early years I use to have loads of fantasies about how I would fuck a girl and set her up on fire. This has made me sexually active. I just had my fantasies turned to reality when I moved to Mumbai. Please read the story with patience as it is lil bit long. But I am sure you ll enjoy it. I was really excited to have my internship in Bombay....
Four young teens remained in the apartment with one very lucky young man. Jason sat in the middle of the sofa that was quickly becoming his favorite. He patted one knee and Amira quickly seated herself and gave him a quick kiss. Jason patted the other knee and Barika slinked over, leaned in to kiss him, sat, and wiggled her butt. Jason put his arms around the pair and squeezed. He looked to Calypso and Neli and teased, “So after your showers, what are the plans for the evening?” He snickered...
Lauren, the intern that I’m training and I are in the great city of Los Angeles, meeting with a possible customer to make the biggest sale in our company’s history. “Hello! I’m John Cooper, Vice President of ‘3-D creations’. I’m so sorry for making you wait,” he said walking into the conference room five minutes late for our meeting. “Hello, I’m Rachel, and this is my intern, Lauren. Thank you for meeting with us. We have the product for you,” I said as Lauren and I stood up and shook his hand....
Group SexESTATE SALE By Persephone Albert Brooks was out driving around aimlessly with no particular destination in mind. It was a typical Friday after work. He didn't have any plans, no place to go and nothing to do. He was fairly new to the area and hadn't made any real friends yet. He was bored and just decided to go out for a drive but once he pulled out of the driveway he didn't know where he wanted to go. He was stopped at the light on 122nd Avenue at the intersection of Market...
FOR SALE By Charles E. Campbell with all due thanks and respect to ss, who put the thoughtsfor this short story in my head, and because she is a is a true and constant inspiration to me. Thank you! This story is copyrighted by me, [email protected]. Noportion of this story may be reprinted or reproduced electronically withoutthe express written consent of the author. This is a work of fiction, derivingfrom the minds of two consenting adults. I awoke slowly; very, very slowly. The...
“David, you are not the right sales person for this account. I know the CEO of Cybertix very well, he’s been a client of mine for years, and he won’t relate to you.”I was sitting in the office of Victoria, my boss. There was a big sale opportunity at Cybertix and I badly wanted to be placed on the account so that I could win the sale and earn a big fat commission. Yes, I was desperate. It had been a bad year for me and I had earned almost no commission. I worked as a salesman for Software,...
Now what was I going to do? The question struck to my core. For months, I had been making pretty good money selling adult novelties in people's homes, much like Tupperware parties, except, well, not just anyone was invited. And this is what happens when you don't know your hostess. My husband, Steven, and I had needed some extra money, and a small article in our newspaper had piqued my interest. I'm sure Steven would admit that it piqued his as well. From Steven's perspective, he lost...
I don’t know for certain how old I was when I first became aware of the special perception that women have of males’ reactions to themselves. Call it a type of radar if you will. I’m not saying all women have it. But a woman who is deficient in this awareness is simply not worth knowing. If I am walking down the street and notice a woman with a beautiful ass ahead of me– even twenty yards ahead – and begin to admire her, she will be aware that someone behind her is looking appreciative at her....
I rose up and peeked at the door. "I think she might be getting into the bathtub now, and I know our parents aren't home."I slowly got up off the bed and strolled to my door. "And there is the water. Her naked black body is getting into some hot water right now. I haven't actually seen it since that day, but maybe I'll convince her to let me see it again," I explained before I paused for a moment. "Royce, you've set temptation into place," I mentioned before I lay back down on my bed. "How can...
InterracialVanilla and Chocolate Swirl.So here I am pushing my grocery basket doing my weekly grocery shopping. This is my routine that I do every Thursday for I don’t know how many years. I am a 59 year old white male who has never been married. Not that I can’t get a woman I just decided a long time ago I like being to myself and having my freedom. Financially I am doing good which does open the doors to a lot of dating opportunities. Just never found the right woman who will make me give up my single...
My name is Rahul! I’m 22 year old! I’m an athlete, with 6′ long dick!It all started in my 12 standard holidays when my cousin sister Roopa (name changed) came to my house for holidays; we used to be like best friends share each and every thing of our lives. Forgot to tell you guys about her; she was 22 at that time with curvy body that any boy would easily get turned on just looking at her with clothes on!As I told you Roopa would share everything with me. One day she started telling me about...
Everyone experiments in sex. I think that's one thing we can all say we've done, because even just trying something for the first time is experimenting. And it's all going to have a different take on people, and it may be different with other people you do an act with. For instance I normally can't stand someone going down on me, but there are two people I absolutely love it from. And I don't know why it is that it's only two people I like it from. The first time I experimented was when I was...
One of the real joys of the holiday season is how the kink community comes together to celebrate Charlie and the Chocolate Factory One of the real joys of the holiday season is how the kink community comes together to celebrate.? It seems that everyone is allowed to let their hair down that much more, to party like pagans, and to lose him or herself to pure hedonistic pleasure.? This holiday season, the Houston kink community was coming together not only to celebrate in grand style, to...
I slowly got up off the bed and strolled to my door. "And there is the water. Her naked black body is getting into some hot water right now. I haven't actually seen it since that day, but maybe I'll convince her to let me see it again," I explained before I paused for a moment. "Royce, you've set temptation into place," I mentioned before I lay back down on my bed. "How can you really expect me to resist?" I stuck my right hand right into my panties and the memory of our odd sexual...