Honeys After the HoneymoonChapter 10 We are the Champions
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© 2003 [email protected] -- Commercial use prohibited without author's consent. I want to start this story off by saying "That it was the breakfast of champions!" I don't know why I was up so early this morning because I didn't go to bed until late. I guess my internal alarm clock went off and said it was time to get up. So I stumbled half-asleep into my living room, got a drink of water, said good morning to the dogs. I decided to check my e-mail, and to my pleasant surprise he was...
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Jock Tales---State Champions Well, as you prolly surmised from the title, we won the state championship for Freshman football. First time ever had the Mustangs from Tyler even made it to the playoffs---let alone win. We beat the Tigers, for the third time 21-19. As usual. Me and Cole Parker meet up after the game for his now traditional fuck down—cause he lost. I think he was starting to actually get into my big, now 9” jock cock owning his ass. There seemed to be developing some 'feelings' as...
Chapter 13- Breakfast of Champions Ron was a little surprised by the state of his room when he walked into it. It was a mess, not by his standards, but in his wife’s opinion this room was a pigsty. The bed was unmade, the comforter balled up on the floor, and clothes, lingerie, and various girly things were strewn across it. Her robe lay on the floor in front of her dresser and her nightstand was open. He smiled wryly to himself bent to pick up the robe. It didn’t bother him that it was...
"Oh, Jackie," he moaned, with had one hand on her breast, the other in her panties. "Oh, Bruce! Right there. Go on. That's the spot." She ground her hips against him. He worked a finger inside her and massaged her clit with his thumb making her squeal. "Oh, I love you so much, Jak." "I love you too, Bruce. Oh, that's good." He pulled his hand from her panties and tugged at her waistband. She rushed to stop him. "Do you have... ?" "What?" "You know..." Bruce looked...
A man of the age of eighteen walks forward slugglishly as the elders of the Village known as Ingram move him forward to his time. He looks around at the enviorment that he has grown used to and now forced to give up. Even though its for a good eason he just couldn't handle the idea of having to give up his life he managed to make form himself. He gives a heavy sigh as they walk into a cave where the rocks glows with darkness and an odd arouma feels the air. This was all meant to keep the...
The following is a translated quote from the Tablets of Prophecy beginning on tablet 12 side 1 and ending on side 2 of the same. The world of Light and Darkness, Hikarino'Yami, has been battled for many times since the beginning. The three Great Ones: Light, Darkness, and Balance all want to control this world as it is the heart of Manabio's spirit field, the spirit field controls the very essence of this Plane and this means that if one of the three has complete control of it they have...
Non-EroticTwo guys treacherous lust for pantyhose and Lycra.Throughout the skype session Kev had done nothing but whinge. He was still bruised after the going over Ray had given him. His boyfriend, Josh said he was tired and needed an early night, so he said goodbye and left the session. Josh smiled as he got out of his tracksuit, revealing his skintight black leotard and thick light-toast Danskin tights. His legs shimmered like glass. He put some makeup on, layered his full lips with glossy lipstick and...
We won. I kicked the last goal, after taking a screamer in the pocket. The hush around the ground was frightening as I lined up and ran in. With my heart in my mouth I kicked as the final siren sounded. From four points down we won by two points. There was pandemonium, the grand stands erupted and I was so relieved. I bent, hands on my knees, to gather breath. My team mates were first as they slapped my back, lifted me to their shoulders and shouted their jubilation. The coaching staff and...
Sometimes, I wonder why so many people seem to get such joy out of opposing the hard-working, determined high-achievers they encounter. I knew the answer to the question the moment I asked it of myself. Pretenders always hate the real thing. And they know it when they see it. My name is Stefan Brunswick. A young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Six feet two inches tall, somewhat bulky at 240 pounds, but still ruggedly good-looking, with dark brown skin and light gray eyes....
May 27, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Here’s a key to the house,” I said. “And your personal alarm code. Dinner is usually at 6:15pm.” “Thank you,” Michelle said. “You’re welcome. You’re OK with me going to the office now? Abbie and the kids are here.” “Yes. I’m going to class tomorrow.” “You’re sure? I still think you should call home.” “No,” she said firmly. “OK. That’s the last time I’ll ask you to do that. Is there anything else you need?” “Just my stuff. But I’ll have my old roommate...
Morning came a lot quicker than she thought it would. Riki really had been thankful when she used her own private shower, and she didn’t have to face her kids again that night. She had washed up alone, and fell into bed exhausted mentally and physically though she couldn’t deny that she was also sexually very satisfied. Riki woke up to her alarm well rested. She had slept deeply that night despite the fact that she had erotic dreams all night long as if her body was telling her she still...
When we woke in the morning, my morning wood was just hard enough. Keri was sleeping on her back with her legs spread, so I took out the lube from the bed stand and I lube myself up really well. I slowly moved between Keri’s legs and set my cock right at her opening and smoothly pushed my cock into her. I quietly laid on top of her and waited for her to wake up. As I waited, I enjoyed the smell of her hair and the feeling of her tits against my chest. Her skin was so soft from head to toe...
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On a Thursday night, halfway through the semester, I was sitting at my desk, shuffling my feet against the floor, trying to work my way through John Stuart Mill, for a class in Philosophy, and Kira was lying on her bed, reading a "Roots of Judaism" text for one of her Theology courses. Something had been bothering me all day, and I was finally able to find the words to express it to Kira. "Hon, can I ask you a question, and have you give me your best impartial answer?" I said. "Uh...
Robin was pouring each of her friends a glass of orange juice, looking at the slightly nervous trio as they sat around the table, their breasts bare and visible. They all knew Jax was home now, and no matter how much Robin told them it would be just fine, there was a strong undercurrent of nervousness. Well, except for Cyndi. For her it was a strong undercurrent of kinky desire. Jax had awakened quite late ... blearily looking at his clock, he thought he may have completely missed...
Mr. Labatt’s BMW on HWY 401, Ontario 6:42pm, Saturday, November 24, 1979 ‘What a fuckin’ awesome weekend!‘ I thought as four of the six key girls in my life were engaged in a flurry of various conversations as I drove Mr. Labatt’s B-mer back from Guelph on the 401 (Ontario’s equivalent to the Interstate System in the States). ‘I might as well not be in the car,’ I chuckled to myself as Shannon, Lynette, Zupena and Sammy regaled each other with their Friday night, Saturday morning escapades,...
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FetishI'm a married woman with a first grader, a husband of eight years, who I started dating in high school and we have been together ever since. I'm five foot four inches tall, weigh one hundred and fourteen pounds, have a thirty four B chest with dark brown areola that take up about a third of my tits with nipples when hard, are about three quarters of an inch long. So long that when they get hard, even when I'm wearing a bra, they can't be missed and an ass to die for or so I have been told, even...
LesbianPaul was sitting in his usual spot at his usual McDonald's, reading the Morning News and eating his usual breakfast - a Sausage McMuffin with Egg, hash browns, two milks, and a large coffee that he would take with him to school. Paul was thirty-nine - still ten years away from middle age, he told himself - and alone. His brief marriage, to a sweet and lovely woman who turned into a cast-iron bitch before the wedding cake was stale, was far behind him. He had had a few involvements since, but...
Love StoriesThe Hunting Championship By RotnebOnly the first chapter is real, the rest of the story is fantasy. Cap. 1The three nude young girls have fun and swim in the crystal water of the beautiful forest pond at that early hot autumn day. They known the pond from earlier and had to swim nude in the pond more times in the late, as they hasn’t meet many people in this part of the forest. A shot break their fun.- What’s that? – Sheila looked scared around.- A shot not far away, I suppose, - Kathryn...
Paul was sitting in his usual spot at his usual McDonald’s, reading the Morning News and eating his usual breakfast – a Sausage McMuffin with Egg, hash browns, two milks, and a large coffee that he would take with him to school. Paul was thirty-nine – still ten years away from middle age, he told himself – and alone. His brief marriage, to a sweet and lovely woman who turned into a cast-iron bitch before the wedding cake was stale, was far behind him. He had had a few involvements since, but...
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IncestYou are cuddled under the covers as I sneak out of the bed. I start the coffee and begin to start to fulfill the promise of serving you breakfast in bed. I start to look for what I want to serve you for breakfast. I open the refrigerator to see what there is, I pull out a couple of eggs and some milk to make some waffles. I will need some fruit to go with it and I see the fresh strawberries and decide that sounds pretty good, and take the bowl with them out and see the whip cream and take that...
The morning rose bright and unseasonably warm. The sun shone through the thin gossamer curtains in our small cheap hotel room in dusty yellow beams. The light puddled cheerfully on the cotton blanket as if a friendly specter lay there with us to to absorb the weariness of yesterday's travel. Miguel rolled on top of me and squinted down into my eyes. "Mmmmm my sweet, Belle, I will eat you for breakfast."I groaned sleepily and rolled my head to face him. "Morning... It looks like a nice day....
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You are cuddled under the covers as I sneak out of the bed. I start the coffee and begin to start to fulfill the promise of serving you breakfast in bed. I start to look for what I want to serve you for breakfast. I open the refrigerator to see what there is, I pull out a couple of eggs and some milk to make some waffles. I will need some fruit to go with it and I see the fresh strawberries and decide that sounds pretty good, and take the bowl with them out and see the whip cream and take...
Ann awoke and quietly slipped out of bed. She looked at Brad lying on his back totally oblivious to her movements exhausted from last night’s incredible sex no doubt. He was definitely a gift to her and she wanted to please him for all that he had given to her. Tall and slender with short dark hair. He slept in the nude and she couldn’t help but stare at his soft member, curled over looking snug. The muscles in his body were well defined especially his strong arms. Brad was such a good lover...
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AnalLenny stroked his cock as he watched his wife suck his cock. Jeannie was a pro when it came to sucking cock. He watched as she carefully moved her tongue over the tip of it then engulfed the entire length down her throat. He kept moving his hand on his cock as he felt his balls swelling and about to explode. Lenny pointed the remote at the screen and moved the scene a little further ahead until he came to the part where his wife was holding her head on his cock. He clicked the remote to normal...
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The eggs began sizzling the moment they hit the pan, bubbling up and turning opaque. I smiled, knowing that breakfast was not the only treat I was giving my boyfriend Nick. Little did he know that I was wearing nothing but a flippy skirt that went mid-thigh high and a blouse that showed off my ample cleavage without being too provocative. I knew I cut a good figure in the outfit, with my 38DD breasts, small waist, and curving hips. Just imagining what would transpire when he got up was enough...
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EroticIt was boys against girls in canasta and the prize was the losers had to cook. Carl and I lived in officers housing, then, and were good friends with Lydia and Frank. We went to baseball games with them, played cards, went to church and generally had a good, honorable time with them. Both couples had been married for a little over a year and hadn't taken advantage of the Army's free babies (military hospitals only charged $1.75 per day). On that Saturday night we played canasta and, of course,...
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Chapter Fifteen – Hogwarts Champion Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, mf, exhib, hand, grope, spank, unif, voy The selection process for the Triwizard Cup had begun the night before, after the arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. Any student over the age of eighteen and wanting to try their hand at being selected as Hogwarts Champion had only...
Gilbert unlocked the door to the apartment and walked in. It was Saturday morning, so he expected to be alone. His younger roommates spent every weekend visiting with their families. He had kissed his family goodbye six years ago, and never looked back. Well, almost never, he thought as he strode through the living room and into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and noted with annoyance that there were only two beers left. His roommates had once again left him hanging.Jason and Kevin...
Oh, Goood! I thought when she stepped back. She had applied a full day's makeup. Her hair was radiant. And that robe! I stole a glance at her bare thighs and the promising pussy between them. It went only a little past her waist, and seemed to be glued to her perfect breasts, unable to conceal their full shape in anyway. Of course, her trademark cleavage was carefully hidden under the silk. But with luck, this robe would open easily. I found it impossible to take my eyes off her now. She...
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Breakfast with Tiffany (Part 2) I awoke with a start and looked to the bedside table where the hotel had placed a digital alarm clock with green glowing numbers. 5:59 and I needed the bathroom. The room was completely dark and I swung my legs off the bed and, remembering the layout of my room headed for the bathroom sporting a piss proud cock. I hit the wall with a bang. “Fuck!” I said. “What the hell?” An energy saving light blinked on, dim at first but slowly growing brighter. I looked around...
Straight SexI stretched again and opened my eyes wider with a groan before slipping from under the sheets onto the cold floor, shuffling my feet until I reached the bathroom to relieve myself and brush away the night’s dirt from my mouth, today was supposedly Sunday otherwise my alarm would have woken me up much earlier for work as it was my only day off not including certain holidays meaning I could get away with not fixing my bedhead for a few hours more, I didn’t have anywhere to be. Brushing my teeth...
My eyes fluttered open. I breathed deeply, well-rested and satisfied. My stomach grumbled in protest. Almost satisfied, I corrected myself. I stretched my limbs, still locked in John’s embrace as he slept peacefully. “Wake uuup,” I whined. He grunted and shifted, his hand finding its way to my right breast purely by instinct, squeezing me gently through my shirt, pulling me closer against his warm body, against his hard, eager morning wood. I bit my lip. This was okay, too, I decided. I...
"Oh my God, my head hurts." I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't cooperate. "Where am I?" "You're in my bed, big boy." "Who are you, and how did I get here?" I finally got my eyes open to see an attractive woman, perhaps 40 dressed in a white blouse and white shorts standing a few feet away from the bed. She was slim, trim and looked fresh as a Daisy. "I'm Harriet but everybody calls me Harry. I'm Paul's aunt, and I brought you here. You were to drunk to drive, so they...
Breakfast, or thoughts of breakfast, must be a current preoccupation, because this is my second story having a cereal (as opposed to serial) theme. Although because there are two, I guess they're serial as well. Hopefully, crisp, not soggy. The other influence for this story is a series of get-togethers Mr. Marcus has with former school classmates, happening with increased frequency. Perhaps as he gets older, he looks back a bit more. In this tale, Mr. Marcus examines the life of one of his...