Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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Susan smiled then sighed, she would have to go visit which she did most days, but today would be calming Sharon down. The “he” was Michael, Sharon’s eighteen year old son, however only Susan and Sharon called him by his given name, everyone else called him Hotrod. The women had chosen not to find out about the nickname, in case it reflected something they did not want to know about. Susan went around late afternoon. Sharon was still seething. Susan was ready, she knew the basics of what was...
“What about this one?”“That’s a guy,” I said.“A guy? Like she’s trans? How can you tell? She looks like a woman to me,” Stela said.“It is a woman. It’s a guy with fake pictures online pretending to be a woman,” I answered.“Ew. Gross. How can you tell?”“They’re all professional photos. There isn’t a single candid shot,” I answered.We were lying naked in bed. The window was open so we could feel the sea breeze and hear the sound of the crashing surf. Our bodies were sticky with sweat...
CheatingWARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or...
"I think that's enough for today, Kayla," I said to her and the photographer, lowering the camera and screwing the lens cap back into place. "Good, it's so hot out here," She replied. She couldn't wait to get back to the air conditioned comfort of the limo to go to the private studio. We settled ourselves inside and adjusted to the cool darkness of the studio. To profile your modeling portfilio, I prefer indoor shots. Indoor shots suit your skin better, but we have to have you in a...
I agreed and pulled my shorts and pants down to expose my small dick. She then lifted her skirt to reveal a little slit between her legs. After that, she'd always pull her underwear off to show me, rather than just showing her knickers. After a few days we progressed from showing to touching, although she rarely wanted to touch my dick. I didn't mind, I was quite happy just touching her. At the end of the holiday we stopped playing our little game. It started again when I was about...
About 5 years after our wedding, my husband and I moved to London. We were both 32 years old. We had been university sweethearts, then lived together for a few years after graduation before tying the knot. We liked to think of ourselves as progressive, but we were really innocent. I was the brunette with a degree, and he was the wide-eyed young marketing research guy. He got a real nice job offer from a big London agency after our second anniversary, and I gladly searched and found a position...
Natalie waited for him at a café in the Latin Quarter. She had hardly any money in her purse, so when the waiter came to her table, she only ordered an espresso. The waiter curled the sides of his mouth downwards in distaste – he realised she intended to spend very little money while taking up an entire table right in the busy part of the afternoon. She shifted in the wicker chair. Like every other outdoor café in Paris, this one was furnished with those wicker chairs, green and white,...
Copyright Oggbashan 4 July 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* I was shot through the head with an AK47. It was a mistake. I was with the international press covering a war zone but not as the intrepid TV reporter. I...
Introduction: I women keen to please her man Introduction : Posing and more About 5 years after our wedding, my husband and I moved to London. We were both 32 years old. We had been university sweethearts, then lived together for a few years after graduation before tying the knot. We liked to think of ourselves as progressive, but we were really innocent. I was the brunette with a degree, and he was the wide-eyed young marketing research guy. He got a real nice job offer from a big London...
My name is Linda. I am a twenty-six year old woman who lives alone in an old house I recently inherited from my grandmother. The house is a large Victorian style almost big enough to be considered a mansion, located in the outskirts of Orlando, Florida. My dearly departed grandmother used it as a winter home to get away from the frigid, icy conditions of West Chicago. It was an escape for her – a way to get around the demanding Chicago winter. I moved into the house six months ago. ...
OK,so I’ll have to re-write the whole thing…. It started when you said you’d love to have me watching you two…so here it goes: ‘watching you two get off is close to top of my fantasies list!! And for you who loves visuals, here’s one for you! (and I know you’ll see it!!!) We meet on a beautiful sandy beach! So beautiful, it’s sexy!! You two are on that beach, on a long chair as I walk up and sit on another chair, meters away but still, close enough to you two. I’ve noticed you for a while...
Dinner had been lovely. The wine was decent and the décor was elaborate, just like always. This party had been just as fun and just as boring as those in years past. Iris had been more social than she might have been under other circumstances, though. This year she was without a date. She was alone by choice, but not enjoying it as much as she had hoped she would be. A plan was forming, though. A devious, delicious, drunken one. During dinner, she had been talking to a coworker whom she did not...
Office SexIf you are enjoying this, please hit the like button at the bottom. The year is 2263. One hundred sixty-nine years ago, the last grown man on earth perished as the result of the Shota Virus pandemic. Males who had not yet entered puberty at that time or were born after faced a different fate. The virus lays dormant in their bodies. While not fatal in this state it still has a drastic impact on its host. The plague has caused several drastic alterations to male physiology. The average height of...
There was a knock at the door. You walk over and open it to see a young girl who looks as if she has just turned 19. "Hi my name is Stacy, I'm here for the free headshots that are being offered" says the cute brunette wearing clear plastic set of glasses. "Yes right this way" you say as you usher her into the studio. "Would you like a free photoshoot as well?" you offer her. "Are you sure? That is normally quite expensive." she replies "Quite sure" You say as you walk over to get your camera...
As a major producer and director in Hollywood you’ve made an awful lot of money over the years, both in movies and in television. You now live in one of the largest mansions in Beverly Hills and have expensive apartments and properties all over the world. You’ve never lacked for female attention, especially since producing some of the biggest blockbusters in the last ten years. It’s always given you a kick to give some of the hottest talent their big break, Salma Hayek, Jessica Alba, Megan Fox...
I feel like crap. My cold is settling in and after a long frustrating day all I want to do is take a hot shower, eat and hopefully fall asleep watching a movie. I want to think about as little as possible; nothing would be better. First a shower, I need to feel a bit more human. Waiting for it to heat up I decide to light one up, really hotbox the place. Relax me a bit.Ever since I was a kid whenever my brother or I got sick, my parents would steam up the bathroom and stick us in there to sweat...
TrueHoney, I been having a secret from you for a few years and want to now tell you. Remember I used to chat much on Y Messenger with a lawyer from Chicago? His hair was red and he had nice chubby body and come to Philippines, Korea , Japan and other places sometimes for work. We chat about our lives and he was married and had two teenage k**s. We chat sexy too and see each other body with web cam ; his cock get hard and he cum, and I let him see my pussy too when I play with it for him....
The trap under the sink wouldn’t budge, I decided to use the wrench, as it came loose I used my hand to finish loosening it, that's when the water from the full sink hit me. Like a novice I had not emptied the sink, and laid on my back, I got it all.The sound of laughter stopped my swearing, stood in the doorway was Lindsay, one of the hotel workers. Spluttering I moved out from under the sink.“don’t you look a drip” was the comment from Lindsay“it would have be better if you’d emptied it...
“Eh. He’s alright.”Mrs. Lane hefted Timmy Smith’s hard cock, gauging its length and thickness. “He’s… I mean, he’s a solid seven, that’s not bad, but nothing compared to my William. There’s a reason I named him that, you know,” she said proudly, looking over to where three of the other mothers were crowded around her proud boy, admiring his fat nine inches.“There’s more than size, you silly slut,” Mrs. Smith said fondly, stroking her son’s hair. “Look at his balls. There’s more and sweeter cum...
I've wanted you forever and now I have you. I play it cool, but my head is wild with joy as we wrap up our dinner at that nice gothic themed restaurant in uptown Atlanta. "Check please" I shout, and as the waiter comes over with the bill, I look deeply into your eyes and realise the wine has done its job..............they are loaded with mischief and made worse by the crooked smile on your lovely, thick lips. As we go out to the car and we are about to get in, without warning, you lift your...
Hey guys, I am Rahul and it’s been a while since I have posted a story here. I am 23 years of age; fair, and carry an athletic physique. A northerner residing in Bangalore, I am 5’9” tall and endowed with a dick 6.5” in length and 3” in girth. You can read my previous stories Since my last encounter with Ameesha during my graduation, we got back together and we were in a relationship happily for 18 months. Although we parted ways on an extremely good note, life without Ameesha was difficult....
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My elder brother, Ashvindar hamesha mera hero raha hai. Mein ne tamaam baatein ous se seekhi hein; aap keh saktay hein keh almost tamaam zaroori baatein mein ne yaqeenan Ashvin se hee seekhi hein. Ashvin tall hai, buht athletic bhi hai; a real ladies man and a trouble maker for sure. Meri age Ashvin ki age se hardly 2 saal less hogi, voh hamesha meri madad kerta tha, koi museebat hoti voh mujhay help out kerta, koi mazay ki baat hoti, toh hum hamesha aik dousray se share kertay. Hum shakal aur...
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HOTWIVES By Donna Williams As I showered off last nights bedroom romp, my mind kept going back to what John had fantasized about. It seemed that his particular fantasy came up more often than not, and it probably came up in his mind when he didn't vocalize it. I wondered? I had finished my shower, dried off and dressed in a pair of old sweats and bellyless T, when John finally woke. "Mornin' love," he groggily said. "My turn in the shower, eh?" "Yea, after last night I think you...
((Read the first part of the story in "Hotwives" first)) HOTWIVES II By Donna Williams I was now a hotwife, Vicky was a pseudo hotwife, and John was a sissy, cock sucking cuckold. Everyone got what they wanted, if not more! *** Once John had fallen asleep, Dave and Rick left as we had planned. When John woke that morning, he found me in the shower. "You want to join me?" I asked. "May I?" "Of course. Could you scrub my back please?" We proceeded to shower without...
"Hmmm, so this woman you saw. Was she attractive?" Jennifer, my therapist, said. "Oh yeah, she was about 5'8", 140 lbs. Long dark hair in a ponytail. Blue eyes. She was wearing this white short-sleeved top, full pink print skirt and white heels," I said. "I couldn't take my eyes off her as we walked up the steps from the train." "What do you mean 'full skirt'?" "Not a mini. It came down just about knee length and kind of puffed out, instead of clinging to her legs." "Oh." She...
"Eight years," I thought as I left Jennifer's office. "Eight. Years. Eight. Fucking. Years. And she pulls this shit. Who the fuck did she think she was? If I wanted this, I would have gone to a dominatrix. It would've cost me a hell of a lot less, and I wouldn't have wasted all those lunch hours." I could feel myself scowling and clenching my fists. I must have made some sight walking down Broadway to the train. "Fuck her. Just fuck her," I thought. A woman stared at me. I glowered...
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Hello, my all ISS site friends. I’m Raj from Pune, height 5’11” currently working in an IT MNC. This is my first story in ISS, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this story very much after reading this, for any mistakes please apologize. I’m waiting for your comments, likes feedbacks and relationship on As I remember, this story happened almost 2 years ago when I was doing my third year engineering from one of the reputed college from pu ne. This story is about me and my neighbor aunty Neha (Name changed...
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Leah wasn’t going to be like the others. He knew, in his heart of hearts, she was going to be a pleasant surprise. If not, well? he thought, she’ll still be fun to play with.Alfred Aimes stood outside the cage, staring at his latest possession. She was young, beautiful, and successful. Her name was Leah. But a lot of her fans know her as SsshotgunEagle. That was her personality screen name she used when she recorded herself playing video games and talked about whatever. Alfred enjoyed watching...
1HothouseBy the TechnicianBFSM Self-Bondage, F/Solo, Sweat, Suspension, Public Nudity, Public Bondage, Caught= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Stacy tries self-bondage sessions in the greenhouse at new home. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely...
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SLINGSHOTS AND THE CRUCIFIED SLINGSHOTS AND THE CRUCIFIED. Please note that the following contains graphic scenes of violence for ADULT ONLY readership. If you are in any way offended by such themes read no further. Should you decide to continue, make certain that your local community standards permit such material. This is written for personal consumption. Do not use this story elsewhere without the author?s express permission. Thank you. Faibhar. An ancient form of...
Hank was not looking forward to ringing this doorbell. The one part of his job he really hated was having to interview children who were being sexually abused by their relatives. This time it was a report of a father having sex with his fourteen-year-old son, and it was the eleven-year-old younger brother who had reported it! But there was something about the report that was a little strange, so Hank had arranged to meet the younger boy when the rest of the family was away, to try to find out...
I was led to the front of the Great Hall. I noticed a bunch of subs in the front whispering to each other. Graphix made her way over to them and whispered something to them. They then looked over at me and winked, giving me the encouragement I needed to get through the next few minutes. After a woman, who introduced herself as "Pandora's Box", called the assembly to order, she turned it over to Rilawild. He would announce the new Performers. He rattled off about 20 new names. One name in...
The second difference I recognized was sex. That realisation came while I was standing knee-deep in one of my favorite stretches of the ringriver. Just downstream of the canyonlands — what Mother called “antispinward”, opposite to the rotation of the ship — the river was dotted with a cluster of small islands planted with cherry trees. If you were daring enough, the island chain could be reached from the riverbank by leaping the foaming water via a series of broad flat rocks. Every 120 days...
After a decade of daily travel Zuri and I were intimate with every bank and island of the river. Our bare feet had trod its thirty-kilometer circumference multiple times, leaving both of us aching to adventure farther. Finally yielding to our demands, Mother led us along an antispinward stream feeding the ringriver, heading towards the bow. The air was cool, carried on a low headwind that pushed constantly against my face, pebbling my skin with gooseflesh. Crisp, dry brown foliage snapped...
Five kilometers above the night-darkened lake, the last set of fireworks launched themselves from the spindle of darkened moonline. As we watched, the tiny dots of light descended through the atmosphere, splitting into thousands, then millions of autonomous fragments, forming a spinning accretion disk of brilliant color that stretched across our home from one side to the other. The vast display pulsed, colors rippling out through each fragment, reflected in the water below, illuminating the...
My lessons began to diverge from Zuri’s a year after our first dive in a takamakura. While my sister continued to learn whatever interested her, my sessions increasingly became focussed on urban planning, stellar cartography, environmental stewardship and resource allocation. The more I resisted the flow of information, the more overt the lessons became, like fighting a remorseless current. Eventually, it was easier to give in. In reward the infinite space within the takamakura began to...
“You are homo liberas. You will never grow sick, never wither or fade.” Standing on the cliff face, skin gleaming in the mist of the waterfall that thundered over the lip of dark brown rock at our feet, the words of our mother had the cadence of a rite. It was the morning of our fourteenth birthday. We had arrived at the falls after walking most of the night, reaching the top just as the lightline began to glow into dawn. The higher elevation of the upper summerland plains dropped...
Soft, blue light played over Zuri’s bare stomach from the factotum’s cupped digits as she lay back on the grass. It was impossible to believe that a baby could exist in her flat, firm belly, but there it was, projected and magnified in a hologram above her navel: two tiny yolk sacs with their fetal poles. Twins. I held Zuri’s hand, breathless in wonder, feeling her hand squeeze mine tightly. “That’s us,” she whispered. “We’ve always been a fecund species,” our mother said, then blinked. “I...
Lying on her side under the shade of a river birch, the dark round hill of Zuri’s belly moved slightly with each slow, deep breath as she slept. Passing high above us, a long white wisp of visibly curved cirrus cloud momentarily dimmed the sunline, stilling the whirring sounds of insects. Spinward, the closest building of the polis remained a quarter of the way up the cylinder. Compared to the nomadic adventures of our childhoods, we’d been making very slow progress along the ringriver...
19 YAL Our wanderings became circumscribed by our daughters. Ananya and Hotene, names we had chosen from the Old Sol cultures associated with their phenotypes, largely slept when we did. Thankfully, they usually went down at around the same time, after Hotene’s nightly fight; the staggered circadian rhythms that kept our sleepless human ancestors on guard at the mouths of their caves were synchronized in homo liberas twins, repurposed to Longshot’s watches. Our family expanded to three...
20 YAL At first our mother’s departure felt much like the trips she had taken in the past when Zuri and I were children. But as the days of her absence continued, we realised that she wasn’t coming back. “Daddy?” Ananya’s high voice piped above my head as she swayed side to side on my shoulders. “Yes, sweetheart?” “How many stars are there?” My eldest daughter – Ananya had emerged into the world two minutes before her sister – had recently become obsessed with counting and numbers....
Frowning at the carving in my hands, I smoothed a curve of dark brown wood with the pad of my thumb. I’d been playing with Ship’s printer algorithms for weeks, trying to convince the AI to produce wood with an interesting structure that avoided becoming interlocked. Working on the meter-long post with a chip knife had convinced me that the latest sample might actually be a usable result. I had started carving a few years ago. Carrying a sleeping Ananya in my arms along a rocky beach at the...
The bats were just beginning to come out by the time I made it to the polis. Avians had apparently never been successfully adapted to the habitat, for reasons we still didn’t understand; the only birds we ever saw were flightless rails, parrots, and some ground-hugging species. But bats had thrived, especially in the canyon and rainforest biomes, from where they emerged each evening to hunt for insects. We had taught the children to spot them at dusk by listening for the faint rustle of...
After dinner was cleared away and recycled, we rose one level farther. Mother had told the truth: the dome at the top of the tower was completely clear, allowing me to look directly overhead at last. A ramp from the open capsule doors took us up to a square sleeping platform in the center, from where I could see the city spread out beneath us and the darkened habitat beyond. Immediately, I felt much more comfortable. Standing above the center of the ringriver allowed me to observe it as I...
“So Mom’s pregnant,” Zuri said. I looked at my sister in surprise as I climbed down from the crouching factotum. “You knew?” She raised an eyebrow. “Of course. She never does anything without a plan.” Returning to the intimacy of family allowed me to forget my new responsibilities for a long time. Fear of command was replaced with the immediate task of raising Hotene and Ananya, thoughts of the immensity of our voyage and my responsibility for it subsumed by the simple act of waking up...
30 YAL Sitting on the stern shore of Lake Numi I felt the alert from Ship enter my mind like a rock shearing from the face of an incomprehensibly tall cliff, falling through infinite divisions of femtoseconds before plunging into the shallow waters of my brain. Glancing at Mother, I saw her eyes film over in response to the same message. You have this, she subvocalized, her voice low and calm in my ear. Longshot was beginning to turn. In the depths of interstellar space the vessel’s...
My children’s reaction to Mother’s departure reflected their personalities perfectly. Ananya was saddened by the news, but held up stoically, leaving our conversation determined to make her grandmother’s last day with the family as pleasant as possible. Kirra, too young to fully understand what was happening, appeared to be mostly confused, but quickly settled into nonchalance. I reserved a chance for storminess later when realisation set in. In contrast, my second daughter’s response was...
“You are homo liberas. You will never grow sick, never wither or fade.” Repeating the words taught to us over the thunder of the falls, I raised a wooden bowl filled with ringriver water above Ananya’s head. While Zuri and I had retained Mother’s observances and celebrations, we’d remade many of her rituals. There were no death-defying plunges for our daughters, no endurance marches naked in the cold. Waking the children just before dawn, it had taken just half an hour of walking before...
Nibbling kernels the colors of stained glass from a steaming corn cob, I listened to little Kirra babbling happily, entirely unaware of the tension that flashed back and forth across the campsite as we ate supper. Stirring the leaves above our heads in soft whispers, the dry evening breeze carried a hint of crispness, a promise of the season’s swift turning. With our old black pot removed from the RTG, the heating element’s radioactive decay warmed our small circle as darkness closed...
Brushing wood chips from my legs, I looked up to see Zuri appear between columns of black spruce trees with the white bulk of a facto following at her heels. As she drew closer, I read her stride as less walk than strut. Her full lips cast into a smirk, bouncing on the balls of her feet, everything about my sister wordlessly communicated I know something you don’t. Forbidden to us as children, the boreal forest had become a popular destination for my daughters during our summer migrations....
“I want to give you something.” “Hmmmm?” Hovering at the edge of sleep, drained by the demands of the day, I rolled within the warmth of the merged sleeping cocoons towards my sister, feeling her long legs brushing against mine. The inside of our tent was dim, the taiga biome’s linelight cool and grey through the thin fabric. Hiking to the bow had taken us three days, our progress slowed by an unexpectedly early microwinter, the snow falling so deep we’d been forced to stop while the factos...