Sophies Summer Holiday
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= THIS IS AN INTRODUCTION TO SOPHIES STORY THAT MUST BE READ BEFORE THE GRAPHIC CONTENT IN PART 2 = ALL WORK IS ENTIRELY WORK OF FICTION. IF YOU HAVE ANY ISSUES WITH CONTENT DEALING WITH DRUG MISUSE, UNDER-AGE SEX AND MODERN GANG CRIME THEN GO BACK AND CHOOSE ANOTHER STORY THIS IS MY FIRST EVER PIECE OF FICTION WRITING AND I HAVENT MADE MY GRAMMAR OR PUNCTUATION MY FOCUS AS I BELIEVE THE CONTENT IS KEY SO IF YOU WANT TO MOAN ABOUT LANGUAGE TECHNIQUES THEN CRY TO SOMEONE WHO GIVES A FUCK. ...
*This is an erotic story of sorts taken from a recent conversation between Sir Gray and his enchanting muse. May it thrill you and delight you… *Muse: Sir Grey your muse summons You You sing the song of my soul like a lark *Sir Grey: My muse My muse you stir Me unlike any other come here at once linger beside Me The memory of bidden words and unbidden desires comes to My mind now I am reminded of contact on some soulish level between us My dear one how I have missed you Yes… *Muse: Sir...
Chapter 1: A Muse Is Born I woke up screaming hysterically. Not a very manly thing to do I'll admit, but what would you have done if you'd been nudged out of your sleep and found a... something sitting on your lap? I screamed. "Who are you?" I asked cautiously. The woman astride my legs appeared to be slightly younger than my thirty years, with long brown hair and a pixie face. "Erin." I didn't know anyone named Erin, and was just about to ask where the hell she had come from when I...
The Muse By Anon Allsop The American Heritage Dictionary defines a 'Muse' as a guiding spirit or a source of inspiration. For an author, a Muse is a very powerful and helpful ingredient to have on your side. Join us as we look in on a struggling author... what will he do when he comes face to face with his Muse? ****** "This has continued for almost six months!", I thought and sighed, drumming my fingers upon the mouse pad. I had been trying to compose a short...
Muse skipped down the street, happily and blissfully ignorant of her surroundings. Traffic, had she bothered to pay much attention, was moving at a brisk clip, cars, trucks and buses moving through the streets, seemingly ignorant of the light drizzle of rain that was gradually turning the grey sidewalks and streets a glossy black. Though vehicles were in abundance, people were sparse. Those that walked on the sidewalks huddled beneath their umbrellas or scurrying from cover to cover to avoid...
He caught himself in the mirror and backpedalled. Dark, sunken rings around pink fatigued eyes glared back. His waxy pallor, the colour of plain paper and his skin, the texture of gruel haunted him. Wearily, he carried a pained and troubled countenance. His limp hair aged him and he rubbed at the abrasive stubble on his chin.The long abominable night never felt lonelier as he stared from the window and waited for them to come.Any unfamiliar sound pumped adrenaline through his embattled body....
Supernatural(format corrected and simplified 1/15/08) ‘Don’t ignore your muse. Pay close attention and do EVERY little thing she says and do nothing she advises you NOT to do.’ ‘Hey, Hey, HEY! This is my ‘How To’! Don’t talk to them directly!’ ‘Are you arguing with ME?’ ‘Um, uhhhh, nope. Not I. Ummm, would you mind if I started this again? I’ll tell your part as you’ve told me. OK? But shouldn’t it be in my voice? I’ll tell them how you introduced yourself and influenced the stories. This one is all...
The Muse The MuseBy Darqside Perhaps it can be said that the pen is mightier than the sword, but the way I see it, the pen is also mightier than the man or woman. It all started at the local arts and supply store I go to a few blocks down the street from where I live. It was a rather unusual shop, full of things you wouldn?t normally find in an art store, fortune telling baubles, dice, board games, magic trick supplies, Halloween decorations, you name it, really?but the sign outside still...
The Taming of the Muse If you were to ask a professional fiction writer where their ideas come fromthey'd seem a bit perplexed at first, then they would look you straight inthe eye, and say with complete sincerity. "I have no idea." What do you expect? They write fiction. It's all about telling compellinglies in an entertaining fashion. I'm no pro, I'm a rank amateur without pretensionsso I don't mind telling you where I get my ideas. I have a muse. Bluebell, my muse is one of the...
Solemn and faceless they bore her coffin in from the cold, listless morning. It was early, yet, and the chapel had not yet filled, but I knew that before long even the standing room would be crowded. The pallbearers paused with the strength of ritual, and placed the mahogany box like an altar at the front of the church. The rich wood gleamed brilliantly with the kiss of sacred candlelight. As well it should shine, as it would be a closed casket service. The air was stifling with the scent of...
The night before your phone rings you answered and walked into the other room. When you return you have a wicked smile curving your lips. Tilting my head I say to you could not have been that good baby you only gone a few minutes.Your body slips back into the bed which moments before had been a lustful torrent. Curling up to me your arm slips across me. Your lips whisper to me my muse you trust me no matter what. Of course My Artist have I given you cause to think I do not? No never but...
It was one of those boring days again. John would make me sit as still as I could, and use me as he always did whenever he had a sudden epiphany to paint. “keep quiet and just help me, darling,” he would mutter whenever I made a peep of complaint, and he would silence me completely with a long and hard kiss before he stepped away from me, his eyes never leaving me, and sit again at his infernal favorite position, behind the painting easel with the paintbrush held in his left hand.You see, John...
Quickie SexIt felt like she had been in the car forever. Sophie had just turned 18 and her father had told her that the whole family would do something special. This didn't seem as special as he suggested as they had been driving since 8 am and it was now 11 o'clock. It was a tradition in her family that whenever a daughter turned 18, everyone in the family (who was over 18) would meet at Sophie's uncle's farm.Sophie had only just turned 18 the day before and she had no idea what was going on. The car...
The words wouldn’t come. I’m sure every writer, whatever the genre, has experienced it at some time or another. We might say, ‘my muse has gone on holiday’, or something similar. As if the ability to write comes from outside us. Of course, sometimes a writer’s muse is outside him – or her, mustn’t upset the PC police, must I? – we’ve all read about famous writers, or composers, or sculptors, or whatever, who have fallen in love (usually unrequited, of course) and have produced prodigiously to...
Sophie was on the phone with her friend Josh. They were going to have a movie night together, but they hadn’t decided when because Sophie had to stop by her friend Lauren who was going on a hot date. She desperately needed Sophie’s help. ‘Josh. Lauren really needs my help, so I’m just going over there for a little while. Give me an hour and I’ll be right over.’ ‘Okay, but I might be in the shower so you can just come right in.’ he said. They said goodbye and hung up. Sophie was really looking...
Sophie ist eine zierliche Frau mit langen braunen Locken. Etwa 1,65m groß und 24 Jahre alt. Sophie lebte bis vor einer Woche in einer überschaubaren Kleinstadt, besuchte dort das Gymnasium, stets mit dem Ziel Kariere zu machen. Vor etwa einer Woche startete Sophie Ihr BWL Studium in der nahegelegen Großstadt. Da Ihr Freund Julius, mit dem Sie nun schon 2 Jahre zusammen ist, schon länger in der Stadt studiert und bereits eine kleine 1 Zimmerwohnung in der Stadt hat, konnte Sie direkt zu Ihm...
‘So what happened this time?’ Rich asked, shaking his head slowly, the cell phone pressed to his ear. ‘Sophie thinks I’m having an affair,’ Jon replied. Rich shook his head again, knowing that if his friend’s girlfriend thought he was being unfaithful her concerns probably weren’t completely unfounded. Sophie was, in no uncertain terms, gorgeous. 5’4′, blonde, beautiful, with full lips and hair that trailed down her back and could, Rich always suspected, almost over her 34D breasts. It...
‘Do you think I’m a slut?’ Sophie asked, her head resting on Rich’s chest. She felt his arm wrap around her a little more tightly. ‘No,’ he replied. She paused. ‘But we just had sex,’ Sophie said, ‘and I’m your friend’s girlfriend.’ Rich shrugged. ‘I guess it’s just one of those spontaneous things that happen. You were upset with Jon and, let’s be honest, I kissed you first.’ ‘But only because I said I thought you were sexy.’ Rich paused, looking for something to say which would help to...
Hi! I’m Anand, back with a new story. I’m back with a fictional story this time. This story is about a guy named Kailash. Kailash an average guy was working at a business consulting firm that sucked the life out of him. However, to keep the life a bit colorful he had made friends with the canvas. He was an artist, a painter. And strangely so he had mastered the art of nude painting. Kailash was an introvert and interacted very less with people. A humble man with a weird but a beautiful hobby....
IncestMy name is Sophie, and this is the story of how I first gave in to my feelings for my boyfriend’s friend. Now, I don’t want you think that I found any of this easy. It really first started when I saw that my boyfriend, Jon, had been flirting with girls on Facebook. I had just gotten home from work and I’d gone to our desk top computer to check my emails, when I noticed Jon’s Facebook page open. I was about to close it when I saw some messages he had been sending to a couple of girls he had...
Glancing up at the clock, through her black-framed glasses, Sophie could have sworn time had stood still. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, in desperate need for the class to finish. She needed to pee. She also needed to peel her soaked gusset from her dripping pussy, as she could not shift Adam’s cock from her mind. She knew the risk of her losing her job and her marriage was too much, she had tried to end the three month long affair with her university student, but she couldn’t resist...
An 18 year old girl fucking her way through the supernatural. ALL PEOPLE ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS OR ANYTHING OF SEXUAL NATURE ARE ALL OF THE AGE OF 18 OR OLDER, THE MAIN CHARACTER IS 18, IF THIS IS NOT THE LEGAL AGE TO CONSENT TO SEX IN YOUR AREA OR COUNTRY, DO NOT READ. This is a STORY, there will be more then one chapter. You may read this and think there is no plot, but a good plot takes time! It needs to grow along with the characters so just wait for it. Chapter one. Sophie had been raised...
This is one that Sophie wrote about a little birthday surprise for her hubby (not me unfortunately... but I'm working on that!)They were having drinks for her husband's birthday. Just your usual "tuesday night" - or so she thought... The wine and conversation was flowing and eventually everyone left - except Nicky. Her, her husband and Nicky were all fairly toasted and having a good time. They started talking about porn sites on the computer and she showed Nicky some porn that she had...
Hi I'm Sophie, and today is my 18th birthday. I'm 5'5ft, with long black hair that passes my breasts, I have catching green eyes and my bra size is DD. My mum's just come into my room with a bundle of small presents. 'Look Soph, just before you open these, I would like to talk to you' 'What is it mum? Can you be quick, I need to get ready to meet the girls' (I'm not really going to meet the girls, really I'm about to have the fucking of a lifetime) 'Don't worry, I won't take up all of your...
Group SexHello, my name is Elise and I am an artist, the stereotypical starving artist and everything. Always looking for ways to find money to help me buy more paint. I paint, sculpt, write, take pictures, pretty much any artistic activity I will do. I attend workshops often and this is how I became a muse. One day I was painting a still life in a room full of other artists at our local art studio. I was still painting at 9:00, when the studio closes. I was so focused on my work I had not realized...
ExhibitionismThe evil taxman woke up slowly. He hadn't slept very well, and he suspected he knew why. His bed was just too convenient for trysts. It was out of the way; therefore the participants were unlikely to be interrupted. It was just the right height. It was sturdy, easily able to hold two bodies. And the lid was polished and smooth. No splinters. But they forget, or don't care that it was HIS bed! He got out of his coffin and got dressed. He shut the lid and looked at it with a sigh. Yup, someone...
"Don't ignore your muse. Pay close attention and do EVERY little thing she says and do nothing she advises you NOT to do." "Hey, Hey, HEY! This is my 'How To'! Don't talk to them directly!" "Are you arguing with ME?" "Um, uhhhh, nope. Not I. Ummm, would you mind if I started this again? I'll tell your part as you've told me. OK? But shouldn't it be in my voice? I'll tell them how you introduced yourself and influenced the stories. This one is all about YOU. So thank you......
I first had sex a few weeks ago when my parents went off for a weeks holiday leaving me to look after the house and the dog and pony. I took a shower in the morning just after they left to freshen myself up. I put on a pair of white lacy panties and one of my dads large shirts after i got out. Feeling hungry i went downstairs for some food and let Bobby our great dane in. I sat at the table to eat some toast id prepared when Bobby came under the table to poke his nose into my pussy. This...
Chapter One Chateau Bertrand, Paris, 1795 From the shadows, Roland Bertrand watched the young woman paint onto a canvas with delicate strokes. His library was illuminated by tapers, and they cast a soft glow on the dark- skinned beauty who was immersed in her art. She was now focusing on the figures, but from the distance, Roland could not make out the exact nature of the scene. No doubt this painting will be a gift from my brother, thought Roland, drawing closer to the woman. The candle...
The question startled me, jerking me out of my trance. I can slip into ‘the zone’ when I’m sketching and one inherent risk is being crept up on. I snapped out of it sharply, trying to discern the source of the floating voice. It sounded awfully close. Behind me perhaps. “Piss off!” Jim retorted, irritated at the interruption. He was sitting on the other side of his kitchen table sketching me sketch him. I looked over my shoulder. There, behind me, just peering around the door, was the face of...
To avoid any major confusion, the italicized sections are what the main character in the story is writing (i.e. she’s writing about herself in third person). There will — hopefully — be a second part that follows. Feedback, comments and constructive criticisms are welcome. ‘What’s the project again?’ ‘I swear to god, Chris, you don’t listen to a word I say.’ ‘So what? Tell me again.’ ‘I have to write a story about myself.’ Silence. ‘It can be anything. It can be about my life, it can...
It was one of those boring days again. John would make me sit as still as I could, and use me as he always did whenever he had a sudden epiphany to paint. “keep quiet and just help me, darling,” he would mutter whenever I made a peep of complaint, and he would silence me completely with a long and hard kiss before he stepped away from me, his eyes never leaving me, and sit again at his infernal favorite position, behind the painting easel with the paintbrush held in his left hand. You see,...
Hello, my name is Elise and I am an artist, the stereotypical starving artist and everything. Always looking for ways to find money to help me buy more paint. I paint, sculpt, write, take pictures, pretty much any artistic activity I will do. I attend workshops often and this is how I became a muse. One day I was painting a still life in a room full of other artists at our local art studio. I was still painting at 9:00, when the studio closes. I was so focused on my work I had not realized...
Copyright 1999 by Wanda Cunningham. Please do not archive except on Fitionmania or atEROS without my permission. ==================================== Hair Salon Muse by Wanda I'm not sure why I went into the hair salon that day but it became a turning point in my life. The sign said, Hair Cuts, Men $6 - Women $8 - Children $5. That seemed like a good deal so I went in and waited for an open chair. The magazines were an odd mix, Seventeen and Field and Stream, Modern...
My muse is real. Let me describe her. She is "Tinkerbell." If not the original, she is the sister or first cousin of Walt Disney's cute little flitting fairy who spreads fairy dust in her wake. She's only about eight inches tall but is really cute. I can tell you that I wish I were only eight inches tall so I could attempt to a, a, get her in my clutches and kiss her into oblivion. But I digress, as this is an attempt to let my readers know how nuts this miniature temptress is. She is...
- Thursday, Jan. 31 John Anderson sat at his desk and wondered what he was going to do about Amy. Amy was his wife of six years, and lately she had been behaving very strangely toward him. It seemed that she had her mind on something, and he couldn't figure out what it could be. For over a month now, ever since Christmas, she seemed to be lost in thought almost every evening. Their conversations had deteriorated to simple sentences. They used to have long conversations over the supper table,...
It was about 10:30 in the morning when my doorbell rang. Normally, I don't bother answering the door during the day. Anyone I know would call before just arriving at the house. A random arrival could only be someone trying to sell me something, or to convert me to their religion. I work from home, so I really hate disturbances of any kind during the day. However, feeling in the mood for a fight, I opened the front door. One of my neighbours was standing there, clutching a sheaf of paper in...
“What’ya doing?” The question startled me, jerking me out of my trance. I can slip into ‘the zone’ when I’m sketching and one inherent risk is being crept up on. I snapped out of it sharply, trying to discern the source of the floating voice. It sounded awfully close. Behind me perhaps. “Piss off!” Jim retorted, irritated at the interruption. He was sitting on the other side of his kitchen table sketching me sketch him. I looked over my shoulder. There, behind me, just peering around the...
Here is a new universe that I challenge everybody to write in. I don't think anybody has quite had an idea like this before. A person can live a book, movie, TV show, etc., and THEN have to go further once it reaches the end of the known storyline. Interesting! I dare you all to try! Raven "The Muses" by Raven Jack was causally strolling through the wide indoor avenues of the mall when he noticed a new store. It struck him as rather curious because he was in the mall on a...
Jason Petrov stood at the stove and stirred his oatmeal. He repeated the line of poetry he had been working on since dawn, trying to get it right, when the telephone's shrill ringing shattered his concentration. Fuck! He slammed his spoon down on the counter. Why can't I be left alone? Before picking up the phone, he noticed the empty bird feeder outside his kitchen window, then took a deep sigh to suppress his anger before picking up the receiver. He spoke calmly, then stiffened at the voice...
Straight SexAuthor’s Note: Thank you to all those who have encouraged me to continue writing. Thank you Tim413413 for the hours of editing. ***** Sleep wasn’t coming. Reading almost worked. My eyes would close and my mind would drift, then reality would slam back in. I rolled over and looked at the clock. Eleven thirty. At least it wasn’t too late yet. I could still get six hours’ sleep if I could just calm my mind. I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow my active heart. I relaxed my eyelids...
At first, there was darkness. The kind of darkness that is absolute and oppressing, forbidding of contrast and all the more empty for it. In this darkness, layed a lump, oblivious and indifferent to its surroundings.A single ray of light pierced the darkness, like a herald to your glory. Suddenly, things inside the darkness took shape and the lump saw himself for what he was for the first time. Invigorated, the man stumbled towards the light but before he reached it, a million other rays joined...
Love StoriesIt's a rainy Friday night as John sits in the living room of the three bedroom townhouse playing around with his prized Nikon N2000. As he sits in his papasan chair, he sees a flash outside the window and a loud crash. He looks up from the lens he was cleaning with a slight smile. "Oh, how I love thunderstorms." He says to himself quietly. Suddenly, the front door flies open. His roommate and life-long best friend, Doe trudges through the door and plops herself down on the couch. Her curly...
Jason Petrov stood at the stove and stirred his oatmeal. He repeated the line of poetry he had been working on since dawn, trying to get it right, but the telephone's shrill ringing shattered his concentration. Fuck! He slammed his spoon down on the counter. Why can't I be left alone? Before picking up the phone, he noticed the empty bird feeder outside his kitchen window, then took a deep breath to suppress his anger before picking up the receiver. He spoke calmly, then stiffened at the...
Love StoriesI am sitting on the deck of our rented beach house in front of my laptop. We come here for about three weeks each summer. I am supposed to be working on my latest thriller, for that is my profession. Crime Novelist. Instead, I am watching her. She is sunbathing down on the beach.We are not on a private beach, so other people share our oceanfront. Jennifer is lying on a gray beach towel, facing the waves as the sun beats down on her back. She has a color that disgusts the other women I have seen...
Love StoriesSophieSweetsGayHeaven's Hottie Join Date: Jun 2009Posts: 340Thanks: 234Thanked 864 Times in 220 Posts Sophiesweets: A recent trip to my favourite sex club.Not posted a story in so long, so I thought I might as well make it a true one... No names have been changed because I never bothered to find any of them out... This happened about 2 weeks ago.I'm mainly a weekend girl, and I like to think I’m pretty cute when I go for it. There are plenty of pics are on the internet for those curious (See...
8 Muses reminds me of that nerd who does weird shit, but is so excellent that you happily play along. 8Muses has an incredible and big comic selection that includes not just hentai, but western-style comics, webcomics, CGI, and a lot more.8Muses.com is all about the studio. Rather than giving you galleries of individual comics, all the browsing is grouped by popular brands such as Fakku, Jab, TG, and more. If you’re into the webcomic porn space, these names should all ring a bell.This type of...
Porn Comics SitesStanding about 5 foot 10 inches, and a bit husky, Daniel was ruggedly handsome with or with out his glasses and he had a hell of a winning smile and brown hair. Daniel sat at his desk in a dark office illuminated by the light of a screen, wracking his mind for ideas. He hadn't posted a single lusty word to the Lush Stories site in weeks. There was no way he wanted to quit but he was drawing a blank on the next step of his titillating reunion opus. For the longest time he had had this problem,...
SupernaturalThe following story is about an earth girl, Sophie, who, after a hard day in her Central New York office, finds herself inexplicably transported to Gor – not that she knows where she is at first. All she knows is that she is partly naked and being hounded by a group of young warrior men.The story can continue if it is liked. Tarl L’Huntre.Sophie dragged herself up the short grassy mound and stretched her beautiful long limbs. The air was getting colder and she cursed the bastards who were...
Alice had always had a very unsecure future, but after only living with Veronica for a month things were looking a lot better. At 20 years old he was back in school and getting good grades. If she kept this up she would graduate with all A’s. Veronica was a 42 year old rich and childless widow who used to be a teacher at a very good private school, which Alice and Sophie were now attending. Of course living with Veronica came with a price. Alice and her cousin Sophie would have to follow her...
Sophie had never really though of herself as a Lesbian. At school she had been a bit of a ‘ goody two shoes’, always working hard and wanting to please the teachers. She remembered once when she was sixteen bursting into tears after Miss Whyte, a Latin teacher she had a crush on, told her to stay behind after class for forgetting her homework. Sophie adored her teachers and always knew that one day she would become a teacher herself. Being an all-girls school crushes were commonplace and...
In collaboration with SophieCurves93Sophie woke around 9am, the sunlight cutting through the blinds of her room and warming her tired body. She woke with the familiar thirst that follows a night of reasonably heavy drinking; she had been out with friends. She was greatly relieved to find that Sam had preempted this and prepared a glass of fresh water for her to wake up to. She didn’t feel overly hung over but she wasn’t exactly bright and perky, still in last nights knickers as she had fallen...
Sophie had never really though of herself as a Lesbian. At school she had been a bit of a ‘ goody two shoes’, always working hard and wanting to please the teachers. She remembered once when she was sixteen bursting into tears after Miss Whyte, a Latin teacher she had a crush on, told her to stay behind after class for forgetting her homework. Sophie adored her teachers and always knew that one day she would become a teacher herself. Being an all-girls school crushes were commonplace and...
SpankingAs he sat on the sofa he wondered what he was going to do today. It was two days before his birthday and he had the day off. He could have spent all day chatting on the computer with a friend having fun but she had told him the week before that she wouldn’t be online that day because she had some important family business to sort out. Oh well, a day watching the dross that they show on daytime TV or maybe even a couple of DVDs would be in order.He missed Sophie and the fun they had enjoyed...
Sophie is Dominated and Feminised, Part 2 by: Miss Sophie Hardy © Part 2, Feminised We left Madam Helga's and headed for the car. I led the way with Sophie walking behind me. She had her head bowed, and she looked mortified at being outside in her sissy maid's dress. When we got to the car I fumbled about in my handbag and pretended I had left the car keys at Madam Helga's. I turned to my sissy and said, "Sophie, I seem to have lost my car keys. I want you to wait here...
I was excited about Sophie’s visit and rushed through my work so that I could be home and showered before my guest arrived, I did have a bit of a shock in the morning but at least it confirmed that Sophie was definitely coming. Her mother Ellie called me and as Sophie was staying with a friend that night would I like to go over for dinner, obviously I had to decline due to other commitments but we did agree to meet on another day.I had just got out the shower when I heard the doorbell ring,...
I was still naked when I stood up having got full agreement from Sophie, she had text Emma and got her agreeance so we all knew where we stood. Sophie was happy and seemed quite comfortable in just her panties and to be honest I felt perfectly ok being naked in front of my granddaughter, as I returned with a beer and a soda for Sophie I asked her if she had a problem with me staying naked, “On NO!” she said, “I love seeing you naked granddad” she said as I handed her the soda and sat down in...
When Sophie’s mother told her she would have to wait a whole week for her punishment Sophie felt upset. It had taken the thirty-eight year old teacher quite a lot of courage to ask her mother to resume disciplinary control and to be dismissed and told to wait a week was horrible. As the week went on Sophie began to understand why her mother had, on the surface, been so cold. In addition to reinforcing the ground rules that Sophie’s mother was in control of when and how discipline was dispensed...
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