Letters from Sky Part 16 and Epilogue
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Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 4 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Wednesday, April 9th (night) Really? You missed my letters? I thought for sure I was boring you for sure by now. Nothing much has happened here really, yeah I got my hair cut at that place with Ms Y, and the girls got me another present too, another top. They are...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 2 © 2008 by Jan S ________________________________________________________ Wednesday, April 2nd (night) Hi!! That was all pretty lame, huh? But I couldn' say, "Hey, there's a bug on your shoulder," in an email, could I? Yeah, I know you don't really need custody things now you're eighteen -- just didn't think of it. And I'm glad we're...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 11 © 2008 by ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday, May 16th (morning) Hi, Marsh Sorry I didn't get to write you last night, it was because I have to write Daddy, and don't have much time before Lisa has to go to bed. And OK, I also get busy messing around with them like I can't alone too. But Zack...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 5 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Wednesday, April 16th (night) Marsha!! Oh, Gawd, Mars!! My weird life just got worse again. I was getting back to the apartment and those two girls that visit their father saw me, Marsh! In that top from Lisa! I went to dinner with them, and when I was getting out of...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 2 © 2008 by Jan S _____________________________________________________ Sunday, April 6th (midday) I really don't want to talk about her, Mars. OK? I'm glad Jim was acting nicer; guess it will take awhile like you said. Yeah, Lit. and folklore don't sound like good careers. Wouldn't it be nice if learning about neat stuff could? You...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 8 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Sunday, May 4th (morning) Hi there, Marsh!! OK, I'm all rested up, had my Cheerios (Honeynut, course), and ready to tell you all about Kaezee. That's from her initials, but she spells it out like that but sometimes puts a capital Z in the middle, and she says the boy in her...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 14 © 2008 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thursday, May 22th, (Morning) Hi, Mars, Gaw, I have got soooo much to tell you! You got a lot of time? Well I don't --bluuckkk -- Daddy says I haveta do tons and more of 'puter class things today. But at least he wasn't mad about my not doing much...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 13 ©2008 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday, May 19th (noon) aawwhh, Marsh, I'd hoped you hadn't looked at that stupid letter, and I could tell you to never read it in the subject to here. I was just being real dumb. I woke up Lisa and everything when I was writing you, and yes I was just real, real upset. But we talked, and she got her mom too, and I called Daddy, and that helped,...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 7 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Monday, April 28th (noon) Hi, Marsh, I'm banished to my room by the cleaning lady again. Nah-uh, he didn't really grab me and hold or anything -- just sort of tried to hug, but rough. And I could have asked his mom or brother for my bike, but just didn't want to. And I looked...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 11 © 2008 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday, May 12 (midday) Hi, Marsh, Andrea is acting real weird to day!! Like friendly and talking to me. I had a hard time getting away to write you. Really. Maybe, she got into the booze or something, huh? But she didn't smell bad or anything, I mean no more than...
" 'To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,-- One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do If bees are few.' " Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 15 © 2008 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- >>Saturday, May 24th (morning) Hi, Mars! What you said is a lot like she was lots last...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 9 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Sunday, May 4th (night) Hey MIKE!!!! Great to get you letter. I really am sorry about all that. Just blew up I guess, and I'm really sorry, and I'm just so glad you're not all mad about it. Yeah, the hair cut thing. Look, that was an accident, and she didn't really mean to do...
"Honey, let's do something exciting next weekend. Something risky, adrenalin-gushing fun and NOT a vid game." "Oh, you mean like a beach snooze risking maximum skin cancer by catching some rays naked? How about we drive around topless - you and the car?" I didn't think she'd go for that, but I had to ask. "You'll have to drive so, while you pretend not to notice, I can watch your cute little titties bounce along with all the gawkers. I know you love exposing yourself. Just let ME call...
John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it, the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...
John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it; the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...
Straight SexAuthor’s note: I did not expect I was going to post my short stories on this site. They tend to be tragic, and Letters from an angel is no exception. It’s strange, I want my short stories to be powerful enough to punch someone in the gut. They probably aren’t, not yet, but I’m quite sure that there’s a glimmer of profoundness in each one of them. At least that what I tell myself. I want to make you think when you read this. Write your thoughts in the comments. Gift your insights and perhaps...
This story contains material that could be deemed offensive. If you are under 18 or easily offended, stay away. ----------------------------------------------- Letters ------------------- By Darkside. (c) [email protected] Comments to [email protected] After the horror of Incubus and the sweeping epic of Fury I've decided to write something a little lighter and shorter. Besides I owe Vickie Tern this story as part of a bet I lost :-( Before you ask, I know the...
I met Lisa when I was twenty-two and it was love at first sight for me. I had broken my ankle in a mountain biking accident and she was the nurse who helped put the cast on for me. She was blond, gorgeous and had a captivating personality. I loved her despite the fact that she was a widow who was five years older than me and had a ten-year-old daughter, Jackie. Lisa had become pregnant with Jackie when she was sixteen. She had married her rich college boyfriend rather than give up Jackie. A...
TabooYou've only been here a few weeks, just long enough to figure out a few of the basics relative to self-preservation. Your cell, which even now doesn't actually feel as though it's your cell, is the very last one on the edge of "No Man's Land" in the middle of the tier, "the tracks," as They call it, located just before the section of black cells begins. You've been hearing rumors about being grabbed by the Black Inmates, but you feel that you're in less danger as long as you're still...
LETTER XVII You would have been somewhat surprised, my dear Charlie, at the sudden end to my last letter, but it was already unconscionably long. I was tired and had still to tell of the delicious proceedings of that night, so I determined to withhold them for another letter. With this explanation, I shall resume the current of my amorous adventures. I left off after having inserted my bursting prick into the divine bottom-hole of the beautiful youth while dear Mamma, who was similarly...
You may well scold me for my prolonged silence, for it is nearly a month since I sent you what you call the most damnably exciting letter you ever read. The truth is that our repeated orgies, at last, became too much for me. The one I last described inaugurated a series of others, much too repetitious for me to reiterate them over and over again, even if the laziness produced by such excesses had allowed me to sit down and pen a letter long enough to occupy hours in the mere mechanical...
I cut short my last long letter as I was really too tired to write more at the time. Our dinner party was of the gayest. The lovely evening and the softened light of the waning moon, which had only risen as we left, unusually late, from the dinner table, drew us to the terrace, and Sophie and I soon began to wander away from it, with the benevolent intent of favoring Louisa and Tom. We led the way to the nearest summer-house, and left them to their own enjoyment, keeping watch the while to...
The graphic and stimulating account that dear girl Louisa gave me of her encounter with her mother's handsome young page, and the fire of lust that flashed from her eyes as the exciting details flowed from her lips, set me all aflame with such a raging lust (and such an erect and hard cock) that I thought it would burst open my trousers to cool its burning ardor. Louisa, whose eyes were too sharp not to have observed the effect of her lively de***********ion upon me, placed her body between...
Another break in the narrative: Harry resumes his correspondence with Charlie where he joins Louisa's family at breakfast. As you may well imagine, my dear friend, after the wild excesses I had just experienced, I was ready enough to sink into the arms of Morpheus. So just giving a chuckle over the successful start that I had made as a participator in the incestuous joys of this delightful family, I sank into deep a slumber and slept the sleep of the just. We were all late for breakfast the...
While Fred and I were lounging in the delightful shade on the terrace, a neighboring young gentleman, a connection of the family, called to ascertain the particulars of the marriage day. Seeing Fred, he came up to us and stated his errand, and so he and Fred went off to consult with Mamma. I saw dear Louisa looking out from an upper balcony of the house, apparently intensely gazing at some object in the distance. I called to her and she turned for an instant, shaking her hand at me, as much...
LETTER XVI Harry's de***********ion of Louisa's and Tom's departure for their honeymoon is lacking. Her absence is felt. We had a rather silent dinner, the absence of dear Louisa weighing upon us, and we missed the liveliness and wit for which she was distinguished. After coffee we sat down to a quiet game of whist, previous to which Fred had seized the opportunity of our going together to the terrace to tell me that his father had whispered to Sophie that he should sleep with her that...
It may readily be supposed that I was much more inclined to sleep than to be up and active. So I rang my bell and told them to bring me a cup of coffee and a biscuit. Under the pretence of a bilious headache, I begged them also not to disturb me for breakfast, but to make my excuses and request that I might be left in quiet, as I had had a very restless night, which was true enough. So after allaying my exhaustion with a delicious cup of cafe au lait, I sank into the deepest and most...
Having left Louisa's bedroom and crept back to my own. At dawn, I was awakened by soft lips sweetly sucking mine. It was my darling Louisa. 'Harry, my love, you must surely have slept enough we are just going to have luncheon.' 'Indeed, is it so late?' said I returning her embrace. Her hand wandered beneath my clothes and encountered my lordly prick in all its glory. She squeezed it with her soft hand and I pulled her into bed with me, gently pushing her down upon it and lifting up her...
At last, the day arrived when my beloved Louisa and I were to proceed to her father's house. We had purposely named to all our friends in Paris the day before that on which we were really expected at her home so that we might stay on the road and have one last night of uninterrupted indulgence in our passionate love of each other. We fixed upon the pretty village of Rosny, not far from the Vernon Station, for the place of our last delicious sole enjoyment of our lascivious revels in love's...
The next day, shortly after our arrival at home, Mamma disappeared. We knew it was to enjoy her charming page and to give him her first fruits after her late clearing out. Sophie slyly asked if Fred and I would not like to follow so good an example. After such a challenge, we could not but accept it. So going up to the hut where I had first enjoyed her after her loving Papa had taken precedence, we gratified the dear creature with two double fucks, each enjoying both channels. After which we...
I got back to my room without being observed, chuckling over the fact that I was now completely initiated in all the mysteries of the family, and was an accepted participator in all the exquisite excesses of their incestuous intercourse; yet still there wanted the complete enlightenment of both Papa and Mamma as to my relations with both Fred and Sophie. Mamma, who was as capricious as a young beauty of twenty, had taken a fancy to have Fred the following night, and Papa had been so...
You might well be pleased with my last letter but you have merited your own reprimand. You confess to having read it with too much action of the hand, not expecting any such very racy termination, and that when it came to such delicious mouth-fucking you were obliged to spend all over your dressing-gown. All I can say is don’t do so anymore, but come over to see me, and I will do it for you as you did it for me when we crept into each other’s beds at school. But I have more adventures to...
I was obliged to break off my last letter, as the recollection of those two lovely creatures posing their naked and beautiful forms, all unconscious of a witness to their incestuous proceedings was too exciting for me to continue the de***********ion that day. Now that I am in a cooler mood, I will give you further details of the delicious scenes of which I was an eye-witness. A few minutes passed in mutual admiration of their enchanting forms. Louisa then taking the splendid prick of her...
I found myself the guest of the most charming and agreeable family. The father was a fine, handsome man of fifty-one years of age. His wife, quite younger to him, was becoming plump. She was, however, evidently in the full force of health and strength, and although somewhat too prominent in bosom and belly, one could see by her remarkably fine arms how firm her flesh was. It was evident also that her arse must be of stupendous proportions. Her step was firm and elastic, her feet small, and...
A gap in the correspondence occurs here; Louisa has returned and Tom and she are meeting at Harry’s studio I closed my last letter with an intimation that we turned in for a delicious night. It was so in fact. My darling Louisa, like all her sex who have committed infidelity to us, seemed to grow doubly loving and endearing in her caresses. I don’t think we ever enjoyed a more delicious or lengthened fuck than we had after our first endearing embraces. Louisa excelled herself in the...
I ended my last letter at a moment of utter prostration from the excess of lubricity I was then describing. Since then dear Louisa has devoted several days to ourselves, as well as three or four to Tom. We managed for her apparently to leave the house, but in reality to slip back into a snug little room. I then got rid of Tom very rapidly, and gratified that dear girl’s letch in fresh fucking her while still awash with all the plenteous streams of sperm that Tom had injected into her. I...
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IncestThis story is adapted from the A.R. Gurney play "Love Letters" Letters from the Front Part 1 Deanna Lea (c) 2002 It is 1968 and David Gates has just revealed to his family that as soon as he graduates from Stanford University he will begin living full time as a woman. This journey takes more than four decades to finally come home, again. Included in this cast besides David are his parents Robert and Martha Gates, Ellen Todd-Gates, his wife, and Sharon Gates, his daughter....
Oh, I have slipped the surely bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun split clouds and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee Jr. "That's it, Sandy. Just follow me on the controls and get the feel of it this time." The voice came clearly through my headphones and my hands moved to rest lightly on the second stick. No yolk in this one. An old fashioned stick....
As the night grew later and the red that was seeping into your cheeks began to fade I realized it was never going to happen. So long have I wanted to touch you, to feel you skin that I have moved past longing and ventured into obsession. But tonight isn’t the night I tell you, so I laugh at your jokes and listen to the story of you most resent heartache until I can no longer bare the sound of your voice taunting me. I excuse myself and hide in the bathroom, trying to suppress my impulses and...
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CHAPTER ONE It had been almost four months since the death of Deino at the dwemer ruins. Since then the Companions had resumed their normal lives going on quests and continuing their training. Even so, Farkus had been waiting for any sign of the vampire woman’s daughter that she had said would be coming. He hadn’t seen her and he had asked question about her whereabouts with a few people that would recognize a new traveler. But there had been nothing so far and that included getting word from...
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“Sky?” You hear him calling from the corridor. “Yes?”“Aren't you coming?” he asks with a hint of mischief in his voice.What? No way in hell. There is no way that he is inviting you to shower with him. It’s a prank. It has to be. Or maybe you misunderstood or misheard or something.“Coming where?” you ask, hoping he gives you an answer which counters your low expectations.“To shower with me. Where else?” he asks, almost shocked by the notion that you would want to be anywhere but there.Your mind...
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