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Reality is a Dish Best Served Warmed Over Slightly By Bill Hart John Burroughs cautiously knocked on the front door of the house. After the long and exhausting month of running himself ragged researching and seeking an explanation for the odd reality fluxes that had inexplicably begun plaguing the world five weeks earlier, he was glad to finally be home again - provided, of course, this house was actually his home. But he'd been kept so busy over the last month, he had neither seen nor even had much time to think about his family. But now, he was paying for spending that long, long month away from them. John was no longer totally certain he knew exactly where he lived. As he knocked on the door of the house again, he had every hope that his wife would open it and welcome him home again with open arms. A woman, who looked vaguely familiar, although he didn't quite recognize her, answered the door. "Is this my house?" asked John. The woman looked at him suspiciously. "No, this isn't your house," she replied curtly. "However, to be fair, my memory is not nearly as good as it used to be before all these reality fluxes began occurring. And yet, I still can never recall having seen you around the neighborhood before. But you might want to try next door. I haven't seen her husband hanging around for quite a while. It's quite possible you could be him." "That well could be," replied John sounding relieved. "Thank you for all your assistance. I'll check next door with your neighbor immediately." As he walked across the lawn towards the neighbor's door, John decided he'd make certain to never again commit himself to working such long and arduous hours in the future. Although he assumed he hadn't been adversely affected in any way that truly mattered, the compounded effects from all the reality fluxes coupled with his being away for the past month were still very aggravating. It was frightening being unable to recall where his house was located. And even if he eventually found his home, he was afraid of being unable to positively identify his wife and children; that is, if he actually had the wife and children that he thought he did. And yet, he was almost positive he had a wife. And, as for having children, he was definitely almost positive that he might conceivably be a father. John knocked on the neighbor's door. A brawny man answered the door. "What do you want?" "Your neighbor told me your husband might be missing," explained John. "By any chance, might I be he, ma'am?" The man glared at him. "Ma'am?" he answered with a sneer. "I ain't no ma'am, buddy." "Then I'm quite sorry I have disturbed you, ma'am," replied John. "But could you..." "I ought to break your stupid-looking face," snarled the man angrily. "You must be some damn sicko pervert!" he exclaimed, just before slamming the door shut in John's face. "But wait," pleaded John. "You haven't answered my question yet. Are you or aren't you my wife?" John rapped on the door again, but the man refused to answer it. Although John wondered why the man had responded so strangely to his simple straightforward question, he assumed the man inside would refuse to re-open the door as long he thought John was there. Not needing an entire house to fall on his head, John finally decided that someone as totally rude and obnoxious as that man obviously had been couldn't possibly be his wife. He would never believe he could have possibly married someone as nasty as him. And besides, he was almost certain his wife didn't have such a large beer belly. On the other hand, maybe he'd just misunderstood the woman he'd talked to first. It was quite possible; she could have meant her other next door neighbor instead of that rude nasty man he'd encountered. Encouraged that he might be almost home, John made his way quickly to the other neighbor's door. Once he arrived, he knocked sharply on the door. An attractive young woman answered. "Your next door neighbor has informed me that your husband has been missing for a while," said John, as he openly admired the young woman's shapely figure. "I was wondering, if by some small chance, I might be your husband." Having noticed his apparent interest in her, the young woman looked him over very carefully. "I suppose you could be him," she replied with a smile. "But it has been nearly a month, maybe a little more, since the last time I saw him. And many of my memories have become somewhat muddled and disjoint of late due mainly to all these odd fluxes in reality continually re-occurring. But yet, you do look somewhat familiar to me." John smiled back at her. "So do you." "Do you have any children?" inquired the woman. "Two," replied John. "That is, I believe my wife and I have two children." At the moment she heard 'two', the woman's smile widened. "That's excellent news," she replied. "I think I can nearly recall my husband and me also having two children." John felt relieved by her statement. "Then I must certainly be your husband. And this must be our house." "That would be really nice, I think." The woman betrayed her thoughts and blushed brightly. "You really are kind of pleasant to look at and all, and I can't help thinking I'd be very happy being your wife. But I really must be absolutely certain, more or less, that you are actually my missing husband before I let you enter. I wouldn't want the neighbors to think I was some kind of bimbo." "How can you be certain?" "You'll need to pass a test of some kind, of course." "But what kind of test?" "I don't really know. I hadn't given it much thought before a moment ago," replied the woman. "Wait! I know the perfect test. "What are the ages of your two children?" "We have a problem. I can't really recall their exact ages offhand," said John. "But that's not all that surprising; of late, I haven't been able to distinguish in my mind between which days I've been at work and which days I've been wandering around searching for my house and family. Just how am I supposed to remember their ages?" The woman, having thought her question an excellent test, frowned. "Then tell me their names. Surely, you can remember their names." "Their names?" asked John sheepishly. "That is another damned difficult question for me to answer right now." John scratched his head in contemplation. "I'm almost positive I might have known them an hour ago, but, right now, I can't exactly recall our daughter's name, although I'm almost certain it might have started with a 'C'. And I'm definitely almost halfway positive that we must have named our boy after my father, or it could have been your father, whatever the hell his name was at the time." "You have a son?" she asked, the sound of great disappointment inexplicably flooding her voice. "I believe so. But it is difficult to remember everything clearly with reality rearranging itself around us from time to time. But I do almost kind of recall possibly taking him to a ball game maybe once or twice in the last year or two. Is there some problem I should know about with our son?" A tear rolled down the young woman's cheek. "I can't remember ever giving birth to a boy," she sobbed. The sound of disappointment in her voice had grown. "At this very moment, I can only remember being the mother of two girls. If you can recall having a son, then you can't be my husband." "But I believe it may still be possible for me to be your husband," replied John. He was beginning to think that staying here with her, whether or not he really was her husband, might be considerably better than his continued search for someone he wasn't totally certain existed any longer. "Maybe I made a mistake," suggested John. "I might actually have fathered two girls. Or - just as likely - maybe you gave birth to a boy, who was trapped outside when one of the more nasty reality fluxes struck. My research has indicated that he could easily have been transformed into a girl, as well as a variety of other things, without either of you being any the wiser." "Do you really think that's possible?" asked the woman, once again sounding hopeful. Either event I've mentioned is equally possible, given our current circumstances," said John. "As likely as not, I could be the father of two girls; it has been so long since I last saw them that I don't really remember clearly. And I've heard plenty of tales of people caught outside during a reality flux being physically transformed. Haven't you?" "But you still aren't sure, you're my husband?" asked the woman. "Are you?" "No. Not really." "Unless you're absolutely certain who you are," replied the woman, "then there is no way I can be completely certain that you're my husband either." The woman looked at John with growing sadness in her eyes. "Perhaps you should check with the people next door. The couple living there also has two kids - a boy and a girl. However, I haven't heard anything about her husband being missing, although you could be actually him and live next door to me." "I'm really sorry you're not my wife." John smiled at the young woman. "I think we could have been, although maybe we always were, the perfect couple." "So do I," she smiled back warmly. "But maybe, if you discover you don't actually live next door, you can come back here and visit with me for a while. I've been very lonely while my husband's been missing, and I'd really enjoy having a little male companionship for quite a while." Suddenly filled with new and hopeful expectations, her smile curled into a mischievous grin, as she closed the door. John hurriedly went next door. As he knocked on the door, he hoped no one would answer. That would mean being able to hurry back to the attractive young woman he'd just left. But he was soon disappointed; a lanky man of nearly his own age answered the door. For several moments, he stared oddly at John. "Excuse me. Would you know if this is my house?" asked John. "No, it isn't," replied the man. "And before you ask me, I've never seen you before." That's odd, thought John. "Assuming that to be the case for the moment, then I don't suppose you might actually be my wife?" "Do I look like I might be your wife?" he replied with his gravelly voice. "Not exactly," replied John. "At least, you don't as far as I can recall. But I don't actually remember my wife having such a fine handlebar mustache or a full beard like yours. But on the other hand, I'm not altogether certain whether or not she could have grown either one of them as well as you have." "Just as I told you; I'm not your wife." "However, I still can't completely rule you out from being my wife," replied John smugly. "Just because you've grown a beard and a mustache and apparently suffer from an abnormally high hormonal imbalance of testosterone, which does limit the possibilities somewhat, it doesn't disqualify you automatically from further consideration. Strange things have been happening during these reality fluxes." "That's certainly true," replied the man. "I've seen some mighty peculiar things myself. Just the other day, I was watching my two children as they were out in the yard. When a reality flux struck unexpectedly, my teenage son blossomed into my teenage daughter, while my tomboy younger daughter became her new sister's younger brother. I was certainly glad my wife wasn't here at the time; those kinds of things usually freak her out something awful. But when she returned later that day, she, just like both kids, didn't even notice they'd even been changed." "You remember your wife?" "I certainly do, right down to that little mole on her ... but that's not important now." But just thinking of his wife's cute little mole on her even cuter little ass always made him smile. "I don't know why or how it happens, but I always remember things perfectly after a reality flux. For some reason, they never seem to affect me. Regardless of whatever happens to anyone else, I always remain me - Jack Dawson." "And you said you also remember your two children?" "Yup," replied the man, "I remember them perfectly too." "Then I guess you couldn't possibly be my wife after all," said John. "If you were my wife, then obviously you'd remember being her. But how fortunate it must be for you to be capable of remembering every member of your family so clearly. Do you think it would be possible for me to meet your lucky wife?" "Unfortunately, no," sighed Jack. "She's not home at the moment. She went to the store several hours ago. At the time, she said she'd only be gone for few minutes, but I haven't seen her since." "Have you called the police?" "Of course, about fifteen minutes ago. But, as she hasn't been missing long enough, they said there wasn't much they could do for me yet. They did tell me they'd keep an eye out for someone of the description I gave them during their patrols. However, they also gave me some really bad news; they informed me that there had been a cluster of four reality fluxes affecting this area in the three hours since she'd left home. And they're expecting more of them." "That's definitely not good news, Jack," agreed John. "It might mean that your wife could very possibly be almost anyone by now." "That's what the police told me. However, they also wanted to know if she might have stopped and visited some friend on her way to or from the store. That would have placed inside some structure; I'm sure you must have heard how being inside man-made structures tends to cancel out nearly all of the major effects caused by a flux." "I've heard that," replied John. "I've also determined it's the best reason to explain why I have not been affected very much. For the past month, I've been mostly inside my office working my butt off to find some logical explanation for the existence of these fluxes." The man inexplicably breathed a large sigh of relief. "From what you've just said, I'd guess it's also a safe assumption that you couldn't possibly be my wife either. She never seems very busy; she's always sitting around the house, either working crossword puzzles or watching soap operas. But me and the kids still miss her." The man shook his head. "But to tell you the truth - and never tell her this if you ever meet her - I've been kind of hoping that my suspicions about her screwing the guy next door are true. At least, she would have been inside his house and not likely to be affected by the fluxes." "But your neighbor's not a man; she's a woman. She said her husband disappeared four or five weeks ago," said a puzzled John. "She's also kind of attractive, but she also seems awfully lonely and more than just a little horny. Although she didn't know your wife was missing, she thought you might actually be my wife and sent me over here to find out one way or the other. But, to tell you the truth, I think she's expecting me to come back for a little overnight rest and relaxation with her, if you know what I mean, once I discover for myself you aren't my wife. Jack suddenly began laughing hysterically. "So that wife stealing bastard Dick Barton is now one horny broad. It serves him right. Next time, maybe he'll think twice before trying to steal somebody else's wife. His own wife finally got fed up of his cheating and lying ways and left him about a month ago. I've been wondering what happened to him. But you'd better hurry back over there before the next reality flux strikes. Otherwise, you won't get to fuck that bitch silly; it would serve him right if you were to knock her up while he's female. I've heard a few stories recently that pregnancy tends to mitigate the more drastic effects caused by a flux." "I hadn't heard that before," replied John. "But, given your problems, I'm sorry to have bothered you with mine." "Don't worry about it. You were no bother at all. Just make certain that when you finish up with the bitch next door that you tell her 'Jack hopes you had a really good time', although I'd imagine that won't mean diddly squat to her right now." As Jack starting closing his door, John turned to leave. But before Jack could completely shut his the door, John doubled over and collapsed on the porch, as he clutched at his head in pain. But fortunately for those concerned, reality fluxes never lasted very long. As her pain began to lessen, Joan slowly stood up. Quickly examining herself for any noticeable changes that the flux might have caused, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as she discovered she was completely unchanged from the woman she'd been moments before. She considered herself extremely fortunate. Caught outside and fully exposed to the flux energies as she had been, generally resulted in suffering severe physical changes with potential major blows to her sense of self. While at the store, she'd seen that horrifying headline concerning strange effects caused by reality fluxes in that trashy tabloid while she was waiting in the checkout line. From that moment on, she'd constantly worried about being caught in a flux, which would transform her into some flat-chested adolescent or - worse still - a boy. But her firm and full, totally unaltered, breasts had been the first places she'd checked as she'd recovered. Joan heard another voice behind her. "You're finally home. Where have you been? Don't you know it isn't safe to be outside right now?" She wondered if that voice was truly the one who she thought, and hoped, it would be. As she expectantly turned to face the source of the familiar sounding voice, two children rushed towards Joan. "Mommy, you're home again!" screamed the younger boy excitedly. He hugged her tightly, as if to never allow her to escape from his grasp again. The older of the two, a teenage girl - her daughter, she sudden recalled - abruptly asked, "But to where has father disappeared, mother?" "Isn't he here with you?" she asked with mounting concern. "I told him I'd only be gone a few minutes." She shook her head for a moment, before noticing someone else was standing in her living room - someone she didn't immediately recognize. "Who are you?" Joan asked the stranger. "Although you look very familiar, you don't look a thing like my husband - at least, I don't think you look like him - even though you do appear to be about the same age as him and me," she said nervously." "But it's me," replied the stranger. "Don't you recognize me?" "Not really. But as I said, you do seem very familiar." "You were outside. You must have been affected by the reality flux." "Are you certain? I don't feel any different. And as far as I can tell nothing about me has changed." "I'm positive you were caught outside. I helped you into the house." Joan looked puzzled. "Who are you?" she asked again. "I'm Jill. Don't you remember?" Jill brushed her long hair out from in front of her face. "I always watch your kids when you're out, Mrs. Burroughs." "That must be why you look so familiar," said Joan. "Do you think you could possibly be my husband?" she asked cautiously. "Although I don't believe any of them, I've read stories in the tabloids about men becoming women and women becoming men as a result of being caught in the fluxing energies." "You should believe them, Mrs. Burroughs. They're all true, I know," replied Jill. "But I'm not your husband - I'm just Jill," she chuckled briefly. "I rent one of your spare rooms, and you have me watch your son as a partial payment of my rent. One of the reasons you let me watch him is because, for some strange reason - why I don't really know - I always remember everything that happens during these fluxes in reality. Not only that, but they never seem to affect me either; whatever happens to anyone else, I'll always be me - Jill Dawson." "I'll bet he's with Debbie Barton right now," fumed Joan. "That horny little bitch next store has always had her greedy little eyes on him. But then, she'll nearly always settle for anything coming to her door wearing pants that cover a penis." "Maybe you should lay down and rest for a little bit, Mrs. Burroughs. You look like you've had a long hard day." "That sounds like an excellent idea to me, Jill," replied Joan. "It is Jill, isn't it? I think that's what you told me." Joan suddenly yawned. "I don't know why I'm so tired. I can't understand why a simple trip to the store can be so exhausting. But I think I will go rest for a while, Jill. But don't forget to come wake me as soon as my errant husband finally comes home. He has a lot of explaining to do about where he disappeared while I was at the store." Just then, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it, Jill." As Joan opened the door, she was surprised to find a young man standing on her porch. "Can I help you?" she asked, while wondering why the young man looked so familiar. "I certainly hope so," replied the young, as he thoroughly checked Joan out. "Can you tell me if I live here?" he asked. "And are you my wife? THE END

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The LottoChapter 15 Dish served Cold

We spent a couple of days planning my 'Karin Revenge' plot. Sandi, having a much better fashion sense than I, selected the casuals that I would wear. Besides outfitting me with some very understated 'bling'. She also sent me to an very upscale "Gentleman's Salon" that I didn't even know existed. good reason: they didn't advertise or even have a sign on the building they were in, just served those 'in the elite'. Evidently they run a D&B on all new clientele. When I was...

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A Dish Best Served Cold Ch 03

This opens three months after the wedding. If you haven’t read the earlier parts, this won’t make any sense, so you should do that now. Go ahead, we’ll wait. Votes and comments (especially comments) welcome. Signed comments acknowledged. Enjoy. Jb7 * The sun was bright and warm, the wind, brisk and chilly. The hills surrounding the small city were bright with the reds and oranges of fall from the hardwoods on the hillsides. It was a beautiful October day. Rosa Montero pulled her light...

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Revenge Is A Dish Best Served

"Congratulations, you have just bought a new house," Cyndi my real estate agent said as she handed me the keys to the house. "Thank you," I smiled. We were inside the house. She stood close to me as I took another look around. It was a lovely house with four rooms, all of which were on the upper floor. It was an old house that was built in the early 1900's. I had requested some slight modifications to make it more modern also to make it seem less gloomy.The long black drapes that were over...

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A WellLived Life 2 Book 6 SamanthaChapter 32 Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold

November 22, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Are you sure that’s OK?” Abbie asked. “I think this is one of those special occasions which allow it. Samantha showed good judgment.” “Thanks! I’ll tell Jason when he gets here this afternoon!” Samantha had offered to fly Jason and Abbie to New York for the Winston Cup Banquet so that they didn’t have to mess with commercial schedules and worry about logistics with the Hooters team. That meant Jason would arrive today as planned, rather than wait...

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Revenge Is a Dish Best Served ColdChapter 1 Three Hours Earlier

Ryan barely felt his wife gently move out of his grasp and out of their bed. Looking at the clock on the night-stand, he realized that it was only six in the morning. He turned over, planning on spending at least four more hours in bed, and was almost back to sleep when he felt Laura return to his bed. That’s when the immediate need for the bathroom hit him, the result of the four beers he had consumed the previous evening at the local bar around the corner. Before she could capture him in a...

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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Fire the Goblets on FireChapter 6 Revenge is a Dish best served cold

Harry went from his room and into the Library "Hermione What should we do to the ones who Betrayed us?" Harry asks as he enters. Hermione Looks up from the Huge book in front of her. "Well we can get a Piece out in the paper. We can name all names. And we should contact the twins." She says. Harry Replies," Well I already sent Fumbledore a nice tainted box of Lemon Drops. I surpose we can use this Rita Skeeter for our Mud raking." "Harry what do you mean tainted Lemon Drops?" She...

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Three Square MealsChapter 84 Revenge is a dish best served cold

The Raptor raced through the city, weaving through the skyscrapers with what a casual observer might consider to be reckless speed. Alyssa rolled the gunship to the right around a huge well-lit arch, then slammed back the throttle, retro-thrusters on the front of the Raptor flaring in an orange blaze to slow its speed. The sparkling white ship dropped towards the ground, another orange burst at the last moment bringing them to a perfectly controlled stop on the tarmac. John was running...

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Reality Lovers

RealityLovers! What is the most useful application of virtual reality technology that we have available to us today? If you answered porn, you would probably be right. I mean, I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of any better use of virtual reality. Sure, maybe it could be used to help train cops or firefighters before they have to go out into the field and put themselves in highly dangerous, life-threatening circumstances. But I don’t know, porn still seems to be the best way to use it...

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Meri Favorite Dish My Neighbor Aunty Given Me

Hello everyone kaise hi sab, m harshit again came to share some real incident happened with me so any lady or girl want to get my experience privately so can msg me on my email that is Every request will be fulfilled and everything will remain private so delhi ladies I am waiting for your text. Now I will come to my story, this incident was a recent one. I like non-veg dishes so my neighbor aunty know that as she and my mom are good friends, she is gorgeous lady we usually talk a lot she help...

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A Dish Best Seved Cold or Bryans Revenge 2

Introduction: The concluding chapter to the sequel to Spring break Broke My Heart A Dish Best Served Cold or Bryans Revenge 2 (The sequel to Spring Break Broke My Heart) By rutger5 (An Original Story – Copyright2012) It took me a while to find parking near the Katz residence but in Borough Park thats to be expected I guess. Finally I found a spot around three blocks away where I parked. As I was getting out of the car the letter from Courtney sitting on the passenger seat caught my eye. I...

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DiSH 5 New Years Eve Party

The last time that Ken wore a suit and tie was at Le Buse Et Crachat and tugged at his tie uncomfortably as he entered the hall in a local firehouse where DiSH were holding their New Year's Eve party. Things were going well between him and Brenda. Though they didn't come as a couple tonight, they had planned to join each other and sit together. He found a table that was relatively empty and took a seat. Brenda arrived about ten minutes later wearing a colorful party dress. She sat with...

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DiSH 3 Thanksgiving Dinner

Late Thursday evening, Ken and Brenda entered the hotel where DiSH were holding their annual Thanksgiving dinner and dance. Holding hands, they walked through the lobby to one of the banquet halls that the group had reserved. Ken was glad that Thanksgiving dinner was casual, and he was wearing comfortable jeans and a pullover shirt. Brenda was similarly clad in jeans and a loose blouse. Entering the hall laid out with large tables and ample seating and a buffet table at one end, Brenda...

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Dishas Dilemma Chapter 1

Author's note. I'm in the process of writing chapter 2. So open to idea's for Disha's future adventures. *****To Dan, Disha's beauty seemed amplified by her mocha skin and jet black hair. He watched intently as Disha tucked her near transparent white blouse into her black pleated miniskirt. Even now, in her early-twenties, her school uniform fitted like she was a young sixteen. For obvious reasons, Dan always loved his wife wearing this particular outfit. He sat in silence on his chair, feeling...

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The Gutsy Disha And Me Part 2

Hey Guys! I got a good response on the previous story ‘The Gutsy Disha and Me’. Thank you for appreciating the story and loving it. Disha is a bold and adventure loving girl. This is what she had in mind to make the romance, sex memorable. Midnight, I was sitting on my bed naked, jerking my dick with my laptop in front of me. With my legs spread wide open in front of the laptop, I was scratching my balls and jerking my dick hard. On the other side, Disha was fingering herself faster, two...

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The Gutsy Disha And Me Part 3

Disha and I had a nice fuck in the car early morning. It was really awesome. Also, the run at the end was worth memorable. Disha had told me to meet her at her house at 8 pm. As decided, I reached her house. Her maid opened the door and I walked in. Disha’s parents had to attend a wedding in their village. So, they were going to return after two days. I saw Disha sitting in the hall in her shorts and a tank top. I walked behind her and kissed her on her cheeks, cupping her boobs. Disha pushed...

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Mrs Cavendish

Preface: I apologise for posting a second unfinished story here (the other being 'Model') but this is another story that I made good progress with and then due to pressure of work have had to stop temporarily. If you like this, or Model please let me know - it will help me decide which one to finish first (or even to start another one). Mrs Cavendish by Paula Hanson (email: [email protected]) Prologue I left school that hot summer three years ago. I was only sixteen at...

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Disha And Amisha Go High

Hey Guys! I hope you like the last story . But this story is going to be a crossover of some of my . So, if you haven’t read those, please read them and then read this story. Disha, Maya and Me had a great threesome sex. All credit goes to the blackmailer. At the same time, I was also worried about what will be the next thing he will be asking us to do. Also, I was confused about was the blackmailer a girl or a boy. I and Disha slept together the night. The next day when we got up. Disha gave...

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The Gutsy Disha And Me

Hey Guys! I got a very nice response to my Amisha story. Thanks for appreciating the story. This is what happened next. After Amisha left the city and traveled abroad. I was very sad. We left no chance to fuck each other but she left. For a few days, I had no one to spend some quality time. But I had to move on as she was not the only hot chick in the area. There were many and one of those was Disha (name changed). Disha was a friend of mine but not like other girls. She used to smoke, drink,...

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Cavendish Enlightened

Cavendish rubbed at his erection through his pants as he led Beatrice through to the hidden parlour beyond the covert door, eyeing the oaken stairs which led up to the comfortable room that he’d entertained her in last week. It had been she who’d recommended the venue, following his acquaintance of her through a fetishist club he’d been introduced to, and he was more than satisfied with the arrangement, his cock erecting all week in anticipation. She knelt below him, naked and on a silver...

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Disha8217s Fun With Friend 8211 Episode 3

Hello friends this is Soham back again with my wife’s experience as promised. For those who don’t know me please click on my name above or search my name on the IPE browser. I am back with Disha’s 3rd experience. You can write your feedback on For all those who don’t know, my wife Disha, is 26 year old with 32B breasts. Prior to this incident, my wife had sex with an internet friend Aditya and a threesome with 2 waiters in Himachal which u can search and read. Disha was slim when we married...

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Naughty Overwatch

To enjoy this story, you don't need to know about the Overwatch cast, but it'll certainly help. Though at this point, I assume almost everybody has at least heard of the game. If your preferred character doesn't lead to a path yet, feel free to like it and return at another time, and hopefully something will be written. Feel free to "like" your favourite paths. It definitely helps with knowing what people like the most, especially if some have certain characters they'd prefer to follow! Join...

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The Hanover House

He always loved late autumn afternoons when the sun shown through the trees at a low angle and painted the grounds in warm yellow light. The manicured lawns, framed by the tree overhangs were made lush green by the light. He had spent many hours over the years with his master gardener to design these grounds. Between the two of them they had created a masterpiece. Every view from the House was beautiful regardless of the time of year but autumn was the best. Reluctantly he turned from the view...

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Sweet Dish 8211 II

SWEET DISH – II Shekhar again . I thank you all for great response to ‘Sweet Dish’. In first part you read that how on my 13th birthday my mother allowed my five friends to have sweet dish spread over her body and had her boobs fucked by all six of us. After friends left we both slept nude. She just held my cock .I never thought to fuck her that night. Next morning I got up with sound of call bell. She told me to open the door and gave instructions to give to maid. She asked me to cover her...

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DiSH 4 Holiday Party

After the debacle that was the DiSH Thanksgiving dinner, Ken came to the Holiday party alone. The hall that the group had rented in local firehouse was decorated for Christmas, Hanukkah, Diwali, Ramadan, and other holidays that he didn't know. He saw a group of guys he was friends with at the DiSH meetings and made his way to their table. All the women seemed to remember what happened at the Thanksgiving dinner for none would speak to him. The guys were talking and munching on bowls of...

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Best Served Warm

  ~ Best Served Cold, The Night After ~"Now, about that little fantasy of yours. Let me tell you what a bad girl I've been."She stripped off her nightshirt, crossed her leg over me, and straddled me seconds after that. It surprised me - how she seemed to know she could get me hard so soon after our talk about our time with her 'lover', Stephan. She wiggled her hips a little, letting my erection grow under her, centering it between the lips of her drenched sex. Then she was still, looking...

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Beyond Dreamscape Part 3 Best Served Cold

Beyond Dreamscape Part 3: Best Served Cold By Diana Kimberly Heche Janet took him to be a little less than twice her age, thirty-five, perhaps. Simply saying he was handsome and obviously in great shape. Looking him over, his clothes, especially his shoes, screamed "money". He watched Janet, as all men do, however he did it with a calm confidence which neither spoke of cockiness or lechery. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to approach her, perhaps he was married or thought he...

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Feliz 8211 an introvert changed to an extrovert

Hi Dear ISS readers. I am a very big fan of the Maid Servant and Office/Teacher section of this website since 2001 but could not dare to write my experiences on the site. My latest sex partner encouraged me to write all my experieces so that I can get fans out of this and could also get some pleasure if I am Lucky. Let’s get on to my experiences. My ‘key’ name (like pen name for writers of olden days, so is my key name that I am typing on my keyboard) is Feliz. I am 5’11” tall and have an...

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Introvert Extrovert a Partnership

Lizzie and I are partners. Not in the romantic sense, more like a business partnership. I’m a first-class introvert, living quite isolated out in the country and mostly interested in my projects and learning new technical stuff. It’s paid off pretty well. My royalties have been well into the six digits for the past few years and if I’d meet with business people more often it could be more. That’s where Lizzie helps out. She’s going to college for a business degree and is learning to interface...

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Giving Disha My Life

Hi ISS readers, this is Raut again with his second sex story as promised. Thank you for giving so much love to my first sex story: https://www.indiansexstories2.net/virgin/my-very-first-time-with-my-cousin/. This time the story is about my girlfriend. Well, Disha (name changed) is sure a thing of beauty. People have actually envied me and asked ki “broooo kaiseee?” She is that type of girl. The figure to die for, style is engraved in her and her hair, I don’t know why but what I find most sexy...

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Best Served Cold

Best Served Cold By Bill Hart Erica stood outside the fence that surrounded the pool. She, like so many others, had gathered to watch the swim team's practice. While most of those gathered cheered and whistled, Erica stood quietly. Her feelings were different. Inside she was seething. Had she been a volcano, there would be an eruption watch in progress. And while she watched, memories of the last few weeks assaulted her. Up until last week, she had been a member of the...

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Best Served Cold

Best Served Cold by Rubberwolf ? 2004 Storycodes: M/f; F/f; kidnap; bond; packaged; bodymod; sexchange; nc; XX Best Served Cold by Rubberwolf Alex Summers was in a good mood. The phone call that he had just made would ensure that he could now treat himself to a new car and perhaps a foreign holiday. He was long overdue for a bit of R and R, he mused as he sipped his coffee and made his way through the kitchen towards the connecting door that led to his garage. The garage was large by such...

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Best Served Warm and Buttered

Mark reached across me to grab his watch off the nightstand. "Sorry, babe," he said. "I got a ten o'clock tee time." This was not going to be a day for cuddling, the only one of my subtle and not-so-subtle suggestions that he ever seemed to remember. He pulled his spent cock out of me and gave me a slap on the rear. "You're still a damn good piece of ass, Kath." I could feel the mattress, freed of his weight, regain its shape underneath me. "Don't let anyone tell you you ain't...

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Had Fun In Class With Gorgeous Disha

Hello everyone, My name is Raj, I am a decent looking person having a very good stamina ;) This is my first ISS story in which I will share with you my first sexual experience with a classmate before holi. Let’s come to the story now. This starts when I was in class 11th in a govt aided school. There was a very beautiful looking sexy girl in my class, let’s call her Disha. Her figure was just something that anyone can loose control after seeing her. Girls use to wear shirt and skirts which was...

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Die Beste Valerie

Zusammenfassung: Er ist ein erfolgreicher Bundesligaspieler und hat zudem ein seltenes Hobby. Er verf?hrt und unterwirft Frauen, um zu sehen, wie weit er ohne Zwang mit ihnen kommt. Als er die hochbegabte Valerie kennen lernt, wei? er genau: Die will er haben. Egal ob er bereits eine Sklavin hat. Als sein Versuch seine alte Sklavin loszuwerden nicht von Erfolg gekr?nt wird, beh?lt er beide. Eine scharfe Konkurrenzsituation entsteht, welche beide Sklavinnen zu unvorstellbaren Leistungen an...

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Vander Mullens Good Wife Uncovering of Black Cock Sluts is Overdue

Vander Mullen's Good Wife - Uncovering of Black Cock Sluts is Overdue Synopsis: One goodie girl wife's tardy self-discovery of her inner hyper Black Cock Slut. Coming out to her husband, and her journey of discovery and fulfillment as a she becomes a Black Only Sex Slave.by Reginald Story Codes: M/f M+/f exhibition interracial size spanking toys voyeurism Swallowing Tit Torture B/D S/M slavery bondage Rape real romantic consensual humiliation torture nc Forced Extreme Heavy Serious Hardcore...

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