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Saga Part Two by Janet Baker Still in the summer doldrums, July passed, with August and its god awful heat still facing me. I sat at my computer in bra, panties, and mules doing my daily bit for the company. Income was more than satisfactory but I was anything but fulfilled. I wanted sex. I continued to take hormones and whatever else the docs gave me to further my movement toward womanhood. I had been essentially chemically castrated, balls shrinking nicely, penile activity diminishing. I felt a sense of loss not wholly mitigated by my increased femininity. My breasts were blossoming, skin softening, all the good things were happening as predicted by the docs. But I was still horny, unfulfilled, needing sexual release. I need a man but I wasn't ready and wouldn't be for some time, perhaps a year or more. I had to save money, arrange for time off from work and decide where to go. I had been informed that Thailand was one of the better sources for SRS, but that was still expensive and so far away and in a country where I had no contacts and did not know a word of the language. I dated occasionally without great satisfaction, since I looked like a woman but could not invite vaginal activity, since quite simply, I did not have one. And finding men who wanted a shemale, which I was at that stage of my development, was problematic. Frequently they had more baggage and psychological problems than I had, and some were downright dangerous. With guys about whom I had doubts, I never let them know I was a bondage enthusiast. I was usually able to satisfy their needs orally and had become quite the hot little expert. But more often than not these liaisons were less than pleasant, much less than satisfactory. I began to think that after SRS I would move to another part of the country where I was unknown and could start anew. I already looked so much like a woman, and after SRS I would look the same. So I could easily be recognized as who I was two years ago. I entertained myself with personal, solo things such as anal play and self bondage. The remote controlled bullet vibrator was a great source of pleasure, it just sat in there behind the sphincter waiting to be energized. One pushes the button and zzzipppp pa de do da, nice feeling. I had one of my dates, Siggy, insert a bullet vibe in himself before we went to a bar. He didn't want to but I persuaded him, easily, men are so easily led by their cocks or the thought of where their cocks may be later in the night. I waited until we reached the bar before energizing the vibe. He was just about to sit after having seated me. I pushed the button just as he was half way down onto his seat -- he jumped up, his jaw dropped, he almost shouted, but he recovered his composure and grinned at me. "You rat you." "Is there a problem Siggy?" I innocently replied. "You know what you did," he said, not really angry, laughing a bit. "Of course, that's why I had you insert it before we left, I wanted to have some fun. Aren't you enjoying it? I love it myself -- it just sits in there buzzing merrily away until I stop it." "It does feel good, it was just a surprise, coming as I was about to sit," he said. "Drink?" "I'll have a Manhattan. Shall we dance? I want to rub you and make you hard." He shook his head in wonder, "OK, lets, and while we're dancing turn on the vibe and see if the feel comes through to you." He led me to the floor, where we danced slow and tight, the vibe working its wonders. He got so hot his cock shoved me away from him. Well, almost, and I pushed back and we grinned at each other. After a while his tumescence diminished (his cock sagged), and we returned to our table. "Let me have the control, I want to buzz myself", he said. "Wellll, I dunno, I'm having more fun springing it on you, but I have a suggestion. Lets have another dance, and we'll tell each other what we want to do at my apartment." Siggy whispered, "I would like to tie you to your bed and ravish you for hours." "Oooh, kinky! No Siggy, no ropes. Anyway Siggy, it's that time of the month and I can't...so I would be happy to do something else...such as...." I kissed him, sucked his tongue, withdrew, lifted an eyebrow questioningly, smiled, stroked his thigh. He sighed, grinned, nodded and we left. It was a pleasant walk to my apartment, and randomly as I turned on the vibe Siggy would jump. We laughed, chatted, I liked taking his arm as a real woman. I felt good, warm inside. Well, maybe it was the drinks. At my apartment we had a glass of wine, some munchies, sat on the sofa, watched a porn disk, got hot. He pulled my knit top up and off, caressed my breasts, slipped my bra straps off my shoulders, fondled my exposed breasts some more, and fingered my nipples. I shuddered with growing passion, realized that I had to stop before we went too far. To stop him I said, "Siggy, strip!" Siggy stripped his trousers and briefs off, dropping them to the floor. "Wait Siggy, I need a washcloth. I'll be right back." I returned in a few moments. He had sat down again on the sofa. I knelt before him and washed his cock, which by now was arrogantly ready for attention. And then I sucked and sucked; he twitched and groaned, squirmed and gasped as I took his cock farther down my throat, sucking greedily as there were no tomorrow. Well...it didn't take long and Siggy came in my mouth like a good little boy, filled my mouth. I looked up at him, mouth open, full of ejaculate, smiled, sort of, and then swallowed. Siggy sat back sighing with the pleasure of release. "Good Siggy?" "God, yes, you are freaking awesome Jan!" "Do you like to see me on my knees, Siggy?" "Oh yeah, very very erotic, you are the best, woman!" "I bet you say that to all your cock suckers, Sig." "Actually, Jan, you were the first and it was so great, you are so sweet and the image of you on your knees, half dressed, stockings, heels, sucking me, will remain with me probably forever." "That's so nice Sig. Someday if you are really nice, I might let you tie my hands behind me while I suck you. Would you like that idea?" His cock sprang to attention. He liked that idea indeed. "Oh yes, yessss, please, when may I see you again?" "Oh, sometime, I'm busy, but I'll call you .... sometime." "Sig, it's getting late and we both work tomorrow, let me do you again before you leave." His smile broadened, his cock stiffened, I knelt, clasped my hands together behind myself, and held my ankles while I sucked him off. He came even more quickly than before; the erotic idea of bound hands did him in. Men are so easy. So malleable. So stupid, letting their cocks think for them. We kissed goodnight, passionately, tongues twirling, pelvises grinding, vowing to call again. The usual. ************************** Joel called, left a message, asked me to call back. H'm, what's on Joel's mind, well other than sex of course, I wondered. He won't want to resume our abortive romance; he's already made that clear; must be sex, bondage of course...h'm lets see. I'll email him, let him call. Predictably, quickly (he must be horny), he called. "Janet, Joel here, how are you sweet? I've missed you." "Big whoopee Joel, who walked out on whom? You bastard, I cried for a month after you left me." "Janet, you have no idea how much that hurt me; I cried too, thinking of how I deserted the sweetest person I've known and how much it must have hurt you. I had so much fun with you, we had such good times together." "Well, I'm over you, it took time but I'm OK now. What can I do for you, you called." "I want a date. A very special date. A very very special date. The MET is opening the last Monday of September and I would like to take you, I already have tickets. You know the drill; red carpet, TV cameras, black tie, gowns, jewels, the whole bit. If you need anything, I will pay for it." "And in return?, I asked with suspicion and trepidation. "I don't blame you for being wary. Of course I would like to renew our fun times but there are no strings attached to this offer. I like you, always have, and I would be proud to have you, lovely you, on my arm that night." Taken quite aback, I hesitated, inhaled, said, "H'm, Joel, come to the bar on Houston St., the one we know, on Saturday night. We'll have a couple of drinks, dance, chat and I'll let you know then. I want to see you before I make a decision. After all, it means a new dress, shoes, bag, maybe even special lingerie for the dress, and a makeover. I must look good really good for an occasion like that." He replied, "OK Saturday, 8 PM, OK?" "OK, bye now, thanks for calling." Joel's offer sounded great, and as I thought about it I needed a good fucking; he can do it, he has done it, many times. I know we'll never marry but that won't stop me from looking, dating, hoping, hoping to find that one man for whom I pray. And I can trust Joel with bondage games. Oh yessss. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got. I think that Saturday night will provide a good time for a good fucking. H'm I better practice sucking my dildo -- Joel goes to paradise when I suck him off. Maybe, just maybe he might think of not having children but just spending his life getting screwed out of his mind. ******************** Saturday night could not come too soon. I prepped for it, carefully, wantonly. I had my hair done in an upsweep, tendrils hanging on each side, diamond chandeliers for my ears, black satin halter dress, no bra, no panties, just a black satin gaff, thigh high black stockings with wide lace tops that show through the slit in my dress, and black satin strappy sandals. Since I'll wear diamonds in my ears, I was thinking, I'll wear my diamond necklace and bracelet, and a ring. I want to look hot, very hot. H'm, I may be overdoing it...do I really want to walk to the bar looking like this...maybe I should call Joel and have him pick me up and then walk...yeah, having him see me first might be good...walking with me also....yeah...I'll call. Overdressed? Maybe. Looking like this will tell him I want sex; of course it will also tease him...h'm. "Hi, Joel, it's me." "Hi, what's up?" "Joel, slight change for Saturday; stop by my apartment and we'll walk together, OK?" "Sure, is there a problem?" "No, no problem, I want to walk with you." I didn't want to tell him I was reluctant to walk to the bar alone sans bra and wearing diamonds. I am a devious bitch at times. "OK." ***************************** I dressed, the doorbell rang, it was Joel, on time. I let him in. He took one look at me and gasped, "Oh God, Janet, you look great, simply great, I am soooo impressed." "Joel, you look good, nice suit. Do you like what I'm wearing? Am I overdressed? Underdressed?" As I asked I grinned seductively. "No, you look really good, let's go, have a drink, talk about the opera, old times." He dropped a satchel near the door and we left. Fortunately my dress was tight enough so it would not blow up and show my gaff. I held his arm tightly as we strolled to the bar on Houston. We were seated at a table and ordered drinks, and Joel explained more about the opera opening. I suggested that I might find a silver lame halter type floor length sheath for the opening. The halter dress would permit diamonds as I was wearing then. I also wanted a short fur in case the weather turned chilly. He thought it a really chic idea, and offered to fund anything too excessive for my budget. I thanked him and offered to dance. Being a wanton witch, I wanted to rub him, letting him realize that I had no bra. If he got hard quickly, I would know that I would get lucky that night and I really wanted to get lucky. But at the same time, I was miffed, pissed at the idea that he could walk in, buy a drink and expect world class sex. After all, he did walk out on me. We danced, slow, sensuous, close, our arms wrapped around each other; I thrust my pelvis against him, rubbed my breasts against him. He got hard quickly...I figured... "H'm, Joel...haven't you been getting any lately? You seem to be hornier than usual." "Damn little...some...but none as good as you. I think that your male brain is responsible for your positive attitude toward sex. While I love it and appreciate it muchly, others who don't know you as I do might find you a little aggressive. You might want to be a little more conservative, show some reluctance; be a little harder to get, don't be too easy." He paused. "I may be wrong, out of line, but I care for you." "Thanks Joel, I will reflect on that a bit, but I think you're right. I was aggressive toward you, but we do know each other after all. I do know how to behave with strangers." ******************** Back at my apartment, we chatted a while, somewhat strained chat because we were both waiting for 'a shoe to drop'; I knew what he wanted but I wanted him to ask. We necked, kissed, and I said, "Joel, I have to go to the office early tomorrow, lets say goodnight; don't forget your satchel." "OK, Janet. I brought some 'toys' but if that's it for tonight, well, another time. But...could I show what I brought?" "Sure, let's see" He dumped the contents onto my sofa. I was astonished. He had almost everything my perverted mind had ever conceived. "Oh my God Joel, what the hell did you expect tonight? You have enough stuff here for a porn movie. You walked out on me and now you bring your toys expecting all night games? You rat! It was a lovely evening until now, damn it!" I wasn't really surprised, the bag appeared heavy when he brought it in and dropped it by the door. "Let's see, leg irons, steel collar, handcuffs, gags, chains, a chastity; Joel what did you have in mind? Spill it! You weren't intending to hurt me, were you? This collection is more than we have ever needed." "Well, I was hoping. Period. Could we do a little something perhaps? For old times sake?" H'm, I considered to myself, maybe a little bit more than he planned on. I examined his collection. He had locks for everything requiring a lock and the locks were good. I tried a lock for the chastity; it was a good secure lock. I found both keys, but better yet, I had my own locks. A plan was beginning to take shape. "Joel, OK I'll tell you what to do. Strip, wash, get into bed. I am going to handcuff you, get on top, and screw you hard and quick. I don't have much time." Happily he complied, and quickly at that. While he was washing I located a lock to use on the chastity. I then stripped and waited for him. He got into bed. I laid on top of him, gently moved his hands to the headboard rail, pulled the cuffs from under a pillow and snapped them on him. "Are they too tight, honey? I whispered as I ground my pelvis onto his cock?" "No Jan, they're OK." After some industrial strength fucking, I rose off him and went to the john to drain the juices. I returned with a wash rag and towel, and cleaned him up. His erection had gone down, and I pulled the chastity out from under the bed, got between his legs, and put the chastity on him and locked it securely. I then put both keys on a chain around my neck. He didn't like it one bit. "Janet, what the hell do you think you are doing? Take this damn thing off. Why did you do that?" Innocently, I replied, "Joel, you brought it, I assumed you wanted it on you. Well it is on and it will stay on until you return next week and I unlock it. I want you to be true to me for a week Joel, OK?" "When I get loose...." "When you get loose, what Joel?" "I could yank those keys right off your neck!" "If you threaten me I might just leave you there for the night until you chill out and be reasonable. You brought that stuff intending to use those things on me. It looks like fun. I trust you Joel, but you must trust me. This is just a game. Wear it for a week and we'll have a ball when I take it off. Am I still invited to the opening?" He grumped, said, "Yeah, you' re invited, of course. When does this thing come off? How do I pee?" "Think! You sit, like a woman, naturally. Flush the chastity out when you shower to keep it clean. Come back next Saturday and if you are a good boy I will consider removing it." "Whaaaat! Consider! I want it off!" "Next week, darling. Be good, don't screw anyone during the week. When you return, I might have a dress to show you. Nighty night, sweetie." He dressed, growled, grumped, but left, walking somewhat spraddle legged from the chastity. I had no sympathy for him -- he had wanted to put it on me. **************************** I visited my doc during the week. She was satisfied with my progress and agreed to remove my testicles; I was queasy about it but removal was a necessary step in my progress to womanhood. And it would ease certain dress problems -- I would no longer have to tuck, sometimes with pain, my jewels up into my groin. And removal would enhance my profile so tight skirts wouldn't show any bulge. We made an appointment for removal after the opera opening; it was a fairly simple procedure and I should heal quickly, and since I worked from home on most days I shouldn't lose more than one day's work. I also asked the doc to shave my Adam's apple a little and, if possible, to tighten up my vocal cords to give my voice a higher pitch. Joel returned Saturday evening expecting to have the chastity removed. I had copied the key so I could give him the two keys he saw on my neck chain, expecting him to put the chastity on me in revenge. I did note that he again brought his satchel of toys...oh...oh. "Janet, ready for a drink? Lets hit the bar and dance a while before we get down to the good things. Jan, please take this gadget off -- it is uncomfortable and dancing will be miserable." "OK, here are the keys, help yourself, then wash and we'll leave." Joel removed the chastity and put it on my bed under a pillow, and slipped the handcuffs under the other pillow. I saw him and knew just what he had in mind, so I removed the chastity and put it in the laundry hamper. "I'm just about ready hon, just a touch-up on my makeup." I was wearing my little black halter top dress, no bra, just a gaff. Thigh high stockings and my five inch black patent heels were intended to torture poor Joel, making him hornier than hell; I knew he had a heel fetish. At the bar I was hit on even though I was with Joel. He hated it. I loved it and danced with a couple of fellows, bringing them quickly to erections then leaving them to return to our table. He was seething and asked me if I was satisfied. I replied that I was having fun and his turn would come later. That mollified him, We continued to drink and dance and left around eleven. When we entered my apartment, he held me and kissed me deeply, passionately. I returned the kiss, held him tightly, thrust my pelvis against him, and felt his erection. With unstated agreement we stripped in the bedroom. I laid on my bed, stretched out, and waited for Joel to cuff me, smiled at him, and said, "Come on Joel, I'm waiting to be fucked, condoms are in the nightstand." He put on a condom, lubed it, and lifted my legs, my heels over his shoulders. I pulled my ass cheeks apart and waited for him to enter. He thrust tentatively against my anus, thrust more firmly, entered, and once past the sphincter he slid in easily. I gasped, moaned. I reached back to the bars on the headboard and held them while I thrust back at Joel. "Oh God, Joel!, faster!, deeper!, harder!! Uhhhhh!, oh God Joel, more!!" "Yeooh! Jan, I'm coming!!" I could feel him spurt into me, again and again. I could feel the ejaculate in my bowel. I lowered my legs, wrapped them around his waist, and pulled him close, tight. "Oh Joel, damn it, I love you!" "Janet, you're the greatest, I adore you. Ehhh, will you trust me for some bondage games?" "Sure, but first I want to call someone for backup." "You still don't trust me enough, do you?" "Oh, OK, I trust you." He cuffed my hands in front of me, linked them to a chain, and hooked the chain to a wall hook I had installed for bondage games, totally securing me. I could kick, scream if I wanted to, but could not get my hands down. He dumped his bag of toys onto the bed, took a gag, gagged me, and buckled the gag, pretty well preventing me from any articulate complaining. I could see the toys he put on the bed and I was more than nervous but... there was nothing I could do at this point, so I relaxed and waited for his next move. He put cuffs on my ankles and spread my legs with a spreader bar so I could not squeeze my legs together. Then! He picked up a bag from his collection, opened it, and showed me the contraption he had hidden in it. Oh damn, it was the ultimate in chastity belts; a Neosteel from Germany. The sadist chuckled as he explained its function to me one feature at a time, watching me shudder in anticipation. I shook my head, NO NO! He laughed and said, "Yes! Yes! Yes! A little bit of retribution from last week." He put it on me. A leather covered steel belt circled my waist, not tightly yet, there was more to do. He put my penis inside a steel tube, reached around my rear, lubed my anus, lubed a dildo fastened to the crotch belt, and started pushing the dildo into my rectum, at the same time moving the penis tube up my penis, totally incarcerating it within its steely grasp. Chains extended from the crotch belt to the sides of the waist belt. He pulled the affair up tight, locked the belt securely, and stood back to examine his handywork. I was fucked. My ass was plugged, I could not touch my cock, the belt was very tight. I WAS FUCKED! He uncuffed my ankles, let my wrists down though still cuffed, and took my gag off. "Joel damn it, how the hell can I wear this thing, I can hardly walk, can't go potty, I can't even get fucked in the ass. I want it off!" "When I please, Janet", he replied calmly. "Be patient, darling, we have more to do. I don't want any argument so... here's your little gag dearie." He put a blowup gag in my mouth and expanded it, filling my mouth so I could only moan and groan. Next a steel collar, locked, with two chains hanging from it with handcuffs at the ends of the chains. While I was not going to resist, he cuffed my wrists into the new cuffs before undoing the first pair. This maintained the feeling of total control he wanted to impose upon me. It worked! I didn't move while he decorated me with chains and locks and cuffs. "You see, Janet, you have considerable mobility in your arms, since the chains are about two feet long. And you can walk now -- I took the spreader bar off. Don't you feel more free now?" he teased. I shook my head No, No, No! "Later darling, and don't think such evil thoughts. Remember, we are having fun, aren't we?" I shook my head slowly, very slowly...yes. He looked at me critically, thinking about what to do next. Oh, oh, more cuffs and chains. He put leather lined steel cuffs on my arms above the elbows and linked them with about two feet of chain, thus not inhibiting movement. So...what's the point? Ah, ha, a snap link allowed him to pull my arms together behind me at the elbows, thus preventing any real arm or hand freedom. He made me kneel, put leg irons on my ankles, linked the arm chain to the leg iron chain, and I was immobilized, fucked for fair. I could hardly move. I waited. He deflated my gag, removed it. He waited for me to say something. "Joel, what the hell are you up to, I never agreed to this level of restraint." "Well actually, we never discussed it. But never fear, you will be released in due time. I would never leave you alone with your butt plugged and locked. But now, my sweet, with your lovely mouth open, you have some sucking to do. A lot of sucking, about two hours worth of sucking. I'm going to sit down and relax, you can wiggle your way over here and start to work." I did. Eventually, he tired, unchained me, unplugged me, put all his toys back into his satchel, kissed me goodnight, and left. I promised to call when I had acquired everything I needed for the opera. I did some searching, but finally located a silver lame sheath dress and the right accessories. I dressed completely in them to be sure all was well. I put on a silver gaff, white panties, silverish pantyhose, a white strapless bra with forms to fill out what my body still had not completed, silver over the elbow gloves, and my jewels. I examined myself carefully in the mirror and decided that I was as perfect as I could be. I called Joel, told him I was dressed for the opera, and if he wanted a preview to come over to my place. It was an invitation he wouldn't pass up and forthwith he appeared at my door. "Holy jeeze, Janet, you are awesome! Lets fuck." "Get off it Joel, if you like what you see, say so and go." "Yes, you look great, I can't wait to take you to the opening. I trust that I am forgiven for the liberties I took with you not long ago?" "Yes, forgiven, not forgotten. Actually I want to do it again." End of Part Two. Shall I continue? (c) 2008 by Janet Baker

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Mom fetched his face on her lips and they both start smooching each others lips. I think mom was in hurry, she removed his vest. Till the time dad adjusted himself top on mom, now mom hooked her legs around his waist and start squeezing his ass cheeks. Her chocolate nail polished long nails were pressing deeply dad’s ass cheeks. It seemed that mom was hungry for sex for centuries. Now I got finished but still showing interest in seeing all this. That night I masturbated 4 times and this...

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SAGA FROM LOVING MOM TO BECOME WIFE0

This is story of a real caring mom to turning his own son’s wife. Some of you will be surprise on my words but in life everyone has to passes through various phases and situations propelled you to mould your thoughts. My name is Harry, I am 24 year old studying and doing part-time job. I am 5’7’’ tall nice looking guy, but it doesn’t matter a lot because I am always sweet to my mom. She even told me that I am the sweetest boy of this universe. It is all about me, but here I am not all about...

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Saga of Stren the Hunter

The merciless sun beat down upon a barren landscape of stone spires and desiccated scrubs. It was shortly before noon and what little shade there was appeared as pools of deepest black against the bone-white rock. This was an inhospitable landscape, at the edge of the wastelands. Neither man nor beast nor any of the many vile creatures inbetween ventured here unless absolutely necessary. Beyond the spires lay the desert, which stretched on for ever and ever, home only to the wind and the rocks...

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Saga Sex In The Gambia

Mex returned to the Gambia for the second half of his mission the following February. This was right in the middle of the high season so the hotel was nearly full. However, there was one surprising bonus. One of the long term inmates was home on leave and Mex was given his room which had only one double bed instead of two, and had a coffee table and four easy chairs as well as a small fridge. This was very much better that the standard arrangement which was obviously designed to maximise...

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Saga of Sex In Family II Fucking Shruti

Hi Guys, I am writing the second part of the series. I hope you shall enjoy reading it. If this story makes you hard or wet and forces you to explore yourself, please revert back to me on Coming to the story, I was done with my TEST. I was given distinction by my would-be Mother-in-law Sneha. She was happy. Sneha: You know, it has been a long time I got such a good fuck. Your piece of meat is so good. Me: Even I enjoyed it a lot. Never thought of losing my virginity to such an awesome pussy....

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Saga Of Babu And Menka

By : Menka Bhatia My name is Menka, now a 32-year-old woman with an infant babe aged some 8 months. I am very attractive, wheatish in complexion, endowed with a good height (5’7”) and a voluptuous body (36/30/36), and very horny since my adolescence. I came to Mumbai 9 years ago from a small town in Uttar Pradesh.  Well, I lost my virginity at 18 to one my senior cousin who used to stay with us to carry on with his studies at a local college. His name was Shekhar who had not only taught me...

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Saga Of A MusicDuo In Films

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Saga From Loving Mom To Become Wife

By : Momwetpussynass I thought a lot and thankful to my mom. She supported me lot to put forward my legs so that it may be inspirational for incest lovers. I know it’s a huge problem for incest seekers to go for telling their own true story and publishing it in front of others. But my mom is really goddess to me who guides me in every situation. This is story of a real caring mom to turning her own son’s wife. Some of you will be surprise on my words but in life everyone has to passes through...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 1

I sat back on my haunches from where I had been skinning the beef critter. I stared up at the old man who held a rifle and at the young woman beside him. She was armed with a colt .45 and she was handling it as if she knew how. It was pointed right at my gut. I had been sliding a knife down the inside legs of the yearling calf and Jimbo, the man with me, was doing the same to the rear legs. We had already gutted the animal, saving the heart, liver and tongue, putting them in a flour...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 2

I was brought before the warden as I was being released. He complimented me on being a model prisoner. He asked what I was going to do. "Go back to farming or riding, I guess. Stay out of trouble and if I get hungry, I'm going to starve." I grinned at him as I said this, for I knew he was aware of what brought me here. He shook my hand and told me to go into the supply room and pick out an outfit of clothes. Mine had been so bad they had been thrown away. I got five dollars from the...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 3

I pulled into Kenny Ryeback's home town of Button Box. My first stop was the bank. I plunked my bedroll down on the counter. "I'd like to deposit this. Lookin' for cattle." I wanted to get rid of that money and get my blankets back. This wasn't too unusual, for cattle buyers did this often. I went over to the saloon and ordered me a beer. I didn't care much for it and didn't intend to drink it, but I wanted to fit in. I was looking for information. "Where is Kenny Ryeback's ranch...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 5

Things settled down for a couple of weeks. The Indians, grateful for all that Hattie and Pete had done, helped them plow and plant most of the little valley where the line shack was. One morning all of the teepees had disappeared. Most of the Indians had left and gone back to where home and the chief was. Two braves were bunking in with Pat. This was enough to watch the herd of cattle that were getting fat out on the range. The next week there were two different braves. Mary Eustis said they...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 1

John Comstock, forty-three and used to having his own way--always, watched us as his father and I rode into the Comstock ranch yard. He was pointing at me. "What's he doing here? The last time he was on the place he rustled one of my yearlings and should have been strung up for it. Dad, I swear, you're getting senile in your old age hanging out with prison trash." "John, he ain't goin' to be staying but a few minutes. Hear him out. Talk about gettin' old, you get more stubborn and...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 2

The cowhands were busy chasing the cattle back into line. Most of the animals had never been driven before and hated to leave the home range. In the days and weeks ahead they soon would come to expect moving and fall into line quickly. For now though, it was a tussle to keep the herd together and headed north. I waved to my wife and soon was covered with dust as I was across from the windward side of the drag. The second day we doubled our distance of the first day and this was what we...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 3

"Kenny, you've been drinking instead of working. Sam, have you broken your pledge? I can smell whisky on you too." "Mary Eustis, I just took a swig. Kenny and I came to an agreement and thought more than a handshake was needed." "What was the agreement?" I looked at Jessie, who had asked a question I had no answer for. Thinking fast, and seeing Hattie and Pete coming across the yard, I came up with, "Kenny has agreed to give Pete and Hattie a deed to the little valley where the...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 4

Cindy and Judy were pretty subdued for the next three days. Christmas was almost here and the sadness was on them. I was trying to build the girls a room in the loft so they could be by themselves. I caught them at breakfast. "Tonight you will be sleeping on robes in front of the fireplace. I'll be lying with you. We have to talk." They looked at each other. Judy spoke, but I knew it was really Cindy speaking, "Sam, Jessie ain't going to like that at all." "I told you we were a mixed...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 5

Mary Eustis birthed a boy on the fifteenth of February. He was large at 9 pounds, 11 ounces. His hair was black, but not coal black like his mother's. Looking at the baby, you wouldn't put him as either Indian or white. Mary Eustis named the boy Samson Silvercloud Jones Ryeback. A minute alone I had with her, brought forth the reason for his name. "The boy will someday be head of the Silvercloud clan and do great things for my people. He also will be respected among your people. His name...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 1

I sat in my office waiting for one of my deputies to return after investigating a complaint about some cattle being rustled. It was getting late and I wanted to get home to the ranch before dark. Jessie never complained about me being away from her and our three kids. Felicity was the oldest and not of my blood, but I was the only dad she had ever known. It was six years ago--no, seven, that I had come here to take over the Ryeback ranch. Kenny Ryeback was in Territorial Prison and I was...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 2

This period was a great time for me. I was sleeping next to a woman whom I loved and who loved me just as much. Our family was growing up. They were all being educated by Kenny who was getting older, but was still just as sharp as ever. Samson was the brightest one of the kids who lived on the ranch. He was ten in February, 1890. On his birthday, Kenny, myself, Mary Eustis, and Jessie withdrew to the living room, banishing all others from listening to what Mary Eustis had to say to my wife...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 3

The whole county mourned the passing of Kenny Ryeback. He had instructed a good portion of the residents in the town before he killed his best friend over the man's wife and was sent to prison. White man and Indian alike loved him when he returned and resumed his position as teacher. Just ask me how effective he was. The town was named for him and well deserved. I had a few words with him when he knew his time was coming. "Sam, look after Mary Eustis for me when I'm gone. You have been a...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 4

Five days later we had a terse wire. Arrived safely. Have new rifle. Shoots good at 500, still good at 700. Possible at 1000. Working on 1200. Busy, Sams'n. Felicity cried when there was no message for her. She whined to Mary Eustis and got back little sympathy. "He loves you child. Be satisfied. He said he would come back to you and he will. For now though, he is a warrior and must learn to fight if he is to survive." This made Felicity cry all the more. She came to me as I was settled...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 1

"Yes, I'm the sheriff. Do you need me?" "I don't, but maybe someone does. I heard a gun battle going on when I come by the Rivers' property out east of town. I didn't stop as t'want any of my business. That was about two hours ago." "I'll check it out. Thanks." The man turned and climbed into his saddle, going on down the street. I had never seen him before. I was puzzled for the Rivers' property was just a rundown old shack about five miles from town. Nothing to be fighting...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 2

I had been too involved to pay much attention to the war news. I saw where the Rough Riders had landed in Cuba on June 22 and had seen some action two days later on June 24, fighting at some place called Las Guasimas. There were no casualty figures yet, but the reporter said there were at least sixteen men dead and a half hundred wounded, some severely. It was reported that about 950 of our troops had met 1200 of the enemy, they waiting and entrenched, with us eventually routing them, sending...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 3

We received our first letter from Samson. Sam, the Colonel is trying to get us out of this hellhole. Fighting was bad enough, but it seems as if everyone is getting sick. The fighting is over, but we are still dying. So far Buddy and I haven't been sick, Son of Grey Goose comes by every morning to make sure we take a pinch of that powder Mary Eustis gave us. We are getting low and might have only fifteen pinches apiece left. God has to deliver us. The sickness doesn't seem to bother the...

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Saga of Sam JonesChapter 4

Buddy was on his feet. "I'll start. Remember I hadn't been married very long and I had a beautiful wife I was leaving behind. There were two young kids who were just getting used to me being a father to them and we were getting along great. But some of the family was worried about Samson and Son of Grey Goose, who have never been very far from home. Judy was among those who had concerns. I promised Judy that if I went, I would never leave her side again. Bear witness what I'm saying and...

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Saga of love

As madhu kissed on my right breast, her fingers started rubbing my mound. I could not resist what she was doing nor caress her with whole heart, it was my sister with whom I was having sex, I was eldest of all my siblings, my parents were quiet open what ever was going on in their lives to me. My dad and mom have a great married life, inspite of huge differences they have, my mom had few affairs even after marrying my dad for quiet a long time, my dad never went out of marriage, except for. I...

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Alexander of SpartaChapter 2

Report to the King of Sparta. B.C 481 "We must conclude that there was more then one Persian ship in our waters. When one met with disaster in the storm, the other picked up survivors and as much wreckage as it could. The shield is the only piece of wreckage that signifies Persian identity. There can be no doubt that it was a spying mission or an attempt to land agents of Persia on our soil or the soil of a neighbouring state. We cannot ignore the possibility that a neighbour may actually...

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Californie Partie 2 sur 3

Le vol dura des heures, et pourtant Maxime n'en pouvait plus d'excitation. Une heure environ avant d'arriver, il se rendit aux toilettes, et se changea pour prendre sa tenue habituelle - jean, baskets blanches, queue de cheval -. Il se sentait ? l'aise ainsi. C'?tait ainsi qu'il comptait vivre aux USA. Galvin lui avait dit que tout ?tait pr?t pour lui, et qu'il n'avait plus qu'? arriver. Son logement, son contrat de travail. Un v?hicule l'attendait ? l'a?roport et devait le conduire ? l'embarcad?re puis jusq...

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Captivating Catwoman

Sarah's husband Robert had only been away on assignment for a few weeks when he informed her that he was involved with a woman in Europe. He hoped that any legal proceedings could wait until he returned. In the meantime he instructed a lawyer to draw up papers transferring the house to her name and providing financial support for her. He said he knew she had been unhappy and hoped that she would try to move on without him. Otherwise, he was unapologetic. Sarah assured him she would be fine and...

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Lois Lane and Catwoman

Some comic characters mentioned in my stories could be the property of these respective comic book publishers, Marvel, DC, or Image. If they are being used, this a work of fictional parody. The story I posted last night was a scenario joining events from the Lois & Clark TV show and the Lois Lane comic books #70 and 71. I hope most of you remember some of the details I put out for background there. This story is derived from events in the story in LL #71. The opening paragraph...

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Gotham City by Catwoman

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Xena Versus The Spartans

It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...

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Robin and the Catwoman

“Oh my head.” Robin whispered as he stirred awake. It took a few moments for him to fully regain consciousness. His last memory was of chasing someone across the Gotham rooftops, now he was in someone’s apartment. “I’ve been captured!” He screamed in his mind as he suddenly realized he was under restraints. Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to think calmly, just as Batman as taught him. Take stock of the situation, then form a plan of action. The room was in semi-darkness, illuminated...

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Cousins une Histoire de Famille Partie 3

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Paris Partie 1 sur 3

Ce jour-l?, Maxime Lamothe eu 17 ans pour la premi?re fois de sa vie. Bien s?r, il avait eu 16 ans, aussi, et 15 ans avant ?a. Mais ces ann?es-l? ?taient encore porteuses d'espoir. Il avait attendu, attendu, mais il s'?tait jur? que si ??a? ne changeait pas, il irait voir quelqu'un. Au cas o?. C'?tait maintenant. - Ecoutez, jeune homme...je ne vois rien d'anormal. Votre taille ne devrait...plus tellement changer. Vos parents ?taient d?j? petits eux aussi, apr?s tout. Mais c'est vrai, g?n?ralement...enfin....-...

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Le Retour partie 3 sur 3

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Aria di cambiamenti Parte 3 Rachel

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Confessions of a Catwoman

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Cousins une Histoire de Famille Partie 5

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The Railway Compartment Part Two

(Continued from Part One) Before I had an opportunity for any further thought, the girl reached down and unpopped the third and final button of her shorts. A clearer vision emerged of the sexy little panties she wore underneath. She looked over at me again. I stayed very calm on the outside but in my mind I was drooling like an idiot. By this time I had a powerful erection inside the loose fitting combat trousers I was wearing. No doubt it had been there a while but was only now registering in...

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Driftwood

I created that dramatic face of red lipstick and smoky eyes in the mirror. Grabbed my bag and went. As I walked out the house, across the street and tottered up the alley the rain started to flood the passage way. It only took twenty minutes in the cab but I knew that by the end of the night this was going to be the longest time I had sat down between Molly and her partner James and not spoken a word. It was always awkward in a cab with those two. Molly would have to at any given moment...

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Driftwood

Introduction: Part 1. Black tutu, silk stockings, 6 inch heels and the skimpiest bra I could find. I couldnt be arsed with knickers they would only get ripped off and lost forever. I didnt want to loose any of my sexy clothes they werent designer but they were mine. Silk handbag with the essentials in it. I created that dramatic face of red lipstick and smoky eyes in the mirror. Grabbed my bag and went. As I walked out the house, across the street and tottered up the alley the rain started to...

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Introduceing the Spartan Spitter

Introduction: Ron Popeil offers a new invention called The Spartan Spitter. Introducing the Spartan Spitter Story: #25 Copyright 2005 Written: February 06 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Imagine yourself sitting in your favorite easy chair, nagging wife finally went to bed, or those unruly daughters disregarded your rules and ran out again,...

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Introduceing the Spartan Spitter

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Escapadinha no Douro Parte 3

Parte 3- Boa! Exclamou o J, que logo se refreou um pouco perante a minha quase indiferença.- Excelente ideia I, concordou o P, e como temos pouca roupa em cima de nós acaba num instante. Risos.- Não sei não…disse eu, tentando reverter a decisão que parecia tomada.- Qual é o problema? De qualquer forma já nos vimos todos nuzinhos hoje à tarde! Argumentou o J.Estava-se mesmo a ver onde eles nos queriam levar, mas perante tanta insistência e concordância, não seria eu a estragar o barato. Tb era...

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