Sue Ellen Carter A Southern Lady
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Southern Belle Hell! As we made our way to my Aunt Reba's place down the long desolate dirt road they called a driveway, I rolled down my window and began realizing how hot and humid the South can be. My Mom was dropping me off with her Sister for a few weeks While she tended to her Mother some 200 miles away in a Greensboro nursing home. Grandma's time was almost up but she was a fighter and had made fools of the many doctors who predicted that she only had a few months to live. Now,...
The Sissy Mission series consists of short-short stories designed to give ideas for domme/sub play, solo "outings," or just for your reading enjoyment! The goal is to have a dozen vignettes. --CA Sissy Mission 4: Southern Belle Sissy By Cheryl Alison Mistress believes in community service. So when she dropped the ad on my desk at home, I knew that I would be a faithful community servant within a short while. The ad read: Southern Belles Needed The Ladies' Auxiliary needs...
Sultry: Another country heard from; 8 It dawned on Sultry that she Knew Hero Alfred. He was one of the multitude of Federal Alphabet Soup that had tried to arrest everybody on Crossroads. (When dealing Alphabet Flashcards, fifteen is a minor multitude.) "I know you," she said. Alfred said, "Not now, Sultry. I have affairs of great import." "Us too," Sultry said. "Where is your Hero?" Al asked. Sultry tootled her fingers. "Ya know, this whole Damsels in Distress business is...
Sultry: Another country heard from: 13 "Sultry?" asked Cassie, "Where are we?" After casting her eye ... and a few rune-stones, Sultry said "Umh ... Earth. That's my house." She pointed at the house on the hill. "I'm not sure when." A 1923 T model Ford rattled its way down the street, through the crowd of Cassandrians without leaving any dead or wounded behind. The car pulled up at the general store Bowser pump and a black suited slim young man stepped out of the T model and...
"March of the Southern Belles--Chapter Three" by Heidi-Jo McGillicuddy The parade had begun. "Stay in your rows, ladies!" I heard Gretchen calling from somewhere. As I stepped up across the slight grade of the parking lot, I lifted the front of my dress to avoid tripping on it, before turning left onto Main Street with the rest of the belles in my row. Then I smiled, raising one gloved arm and revealing the lovely little lavender buttons at my wrist, and...
"March of the Southern Belles--Chapter One" by Heidi-Jo McGillicuddy If even ONE of the girls is missing from the Southern Belle formation at the annual Heritage Day parade, the entire town will know it?every one of their colorful gowns is over five feet wide! Luckily, Lisa's boyfriend may be able to fill an empty hoopskirt for them... "You!" I heard a woman behind me exclaim. I jumped. "Me?" I asked. I turned around. I knew this woman,...
On a large Southern plantation, Lucius Buford Callaway 'just call me Bo' lived his entire life. So did his pappy, and his pappy before him and so on back several generations. Everyone knew the Callaway mansion and grounds. Bo's family was rich and have been a firm upstanding member of the local church community for many years. There are still things in town named Callaway. The Mall, a park, a wing at the church school and others. For many, many years they have been powerful and...
On a large Southern plantation, Lucius Buford Callaway 'just call me Bo' lived his entire life. So did his pappy, and his pappy before him and so on back several generations. Everyone knew the Callaway mansion and grounds. Bo's family was rich and have been a firm upstanding member of the local church community for many years. There are still things in town named Callaway. The Mall, a park, a wing at the church school and others. For many, many years they have been powerful and...
The crossbow bolt struck Sultry between the shoulder blades and bounced off. That's not to say it didn't hurt ... it did ... it hurt like crazy. She went sprawling and landed face first in a fresh road apple. "Fuck! that hurts. Who did that?" "If I had to guess," said Cassie. "I'd have to say it's that big guy behind us ... the one with three fingers gone. He's trying his damnedest to cock that weapon again." From her position on the road apple, Sultry, groaned, "Milo! Tall?...
"Appreciate the help, Sultry, Seven and your Powers ... even if it is unsettling to watch you discorporate," Alfred said. There was a long pause... (see) ... and Cassie said, "What about me? I helped, too." Helped, too was said with a catch in her throat and a tear in her eye. And an even longer pause. Sultry finally said, "For all I know, Cassie ... you sent my Jack to his death." "Sultry. There's a lot of things you could say to me and about me but don't you EVER say that to...
Sultry: Another country heard from; 12 "Who are all these people?" Sultry asked. Cassie said, "These are a few of the children of the Heroes." Jack was right ... it is a conspiracy. Sultry thought, then said, "What's up?" "Eva has been kidnapped," Cassie said. "What are they doing here?" Cassie explained, "Eva was kidnapped from here." "What was she doing here?" "Nobody knows ... at least..." she turned to the crowd, "Hey! Anybody know WHY Eva was here?" Assorted...
When William Banker didn't come back, Mistress Eva Hero Caretaker Coordinator went looking. Sultry stuck her head out of the office and looked for her gang. They were standing in the lobby twiddling thumbs, playing mumbley peg (also known as mumblety-peg, mumblepeg, mumble- the-peg, mumbledepeg or mumble-de-peg) with sharp knives and the lobby floor, frightening away legitimate customers, and holding Cassie Hero Caretaker of Cassandra to stop her from fleeing ... mostly that. It was pretty...
Sultry: Another country heard from; 9 Cassie stripped out of her shirt and put on the chain mail shirt. "Fuck ... that's cold." Her nipples were bearing witness to the fact that ... indeed ... the metal was cold. "You're supposed to put on a quilted shirt first, dummy." Sultry wasn't kidding either. Her first expedition with a mail shirt had been a similar chilling experience. Jack had let her make as many mistakes as it took to learn. Mail and nipple took once. During the seven...
Sultry: Another country heard from: 15 Eva was de-bundled ... unwrapped, untied and debagged. After tea and a 'little something' she asked, "What happened to Hero Alfred?" Well, that question gave them all pause... "Oh ... Him ... the dead guy. Someone stuck an arrow in him." At least that's the information Eva gleaned from the several statements made in response to 'What happened to Al?' "Who stuck him?" she asked. "Got no idea," said Sultry, "He was shot in the back and...
Sultry: Another country heard from; 2 If you think the bank vault room was crowded ... you'd be right. The Seven were in their parts when then they appeared in the vault. What was even more confusing? They all had boxes. But, wait, there's more. Seven stuck her finger in the hole, eight boxes appeared. Eight? Yes. One of the eight was for Sultry. Sultry stuck her finger in the hole and HER box materialized. It was empty except for a note: Past Due. Charges for ten years:33...
AG-109 SOUTHERN TRAMP FOREWORD "Oh, fuck me, Brutus, FUCK ME!" Melanie Wilkerson screamed, writhing in ecstasy and raking her nails across the broad sweaty back of the brawny black stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her curvaceous, lily white form. Brutus slammed his gargantuan eleven inch pecker deep into the lovely blonde girl's impossibly stretched, throbbing cuntal chasm, her legs hooked around his middle, her hips heaving in a frenzy of carnal...
An author favorite : a story I grappled with and thought I shouldn’t write but was glad I did...enjoy. There are nymphomaniacs then there is Fallon. Our lass take on four lads in a gang bang under the big bridge as the full majesty of the Aurora Australis lights up the night sky....There was a rare energy everywhere this particular night. It was in the reverberating cylinders of Jarryn’s supped up i*****lly modified car. Copiously coarse get up and go in the snide loads of crass nonsense...
Southern Belle Hell 2 Mom and I pulled in to Bridgeport New Jersey around Noon. It was so great to be back home away from those nut cases down south. No more Y'all and weird country accents to listen to. After unpacking I began checking many emails on my computer. I was way behind in responding to eveyrone because of the Hooter girl thing the past 10 days. It took me over 2 hours to respond to all my friends. Even though I told everyone I was gonna be gone for 2 weeks, they still...
Sultry: Another country heard from; 6 Even though Eva was 'getting her ducks in a row' on Cassandra for a week, she was in the bank with folders and a few official 'tricks' ten seconds after she left Chaos. Time isn't only elastic ... it's optional, she thought. Verra interesting. The lobby was settling in. The Powers that Be were arguing about sleeping accommodations ... was it easier to sleep on the floor together ... as in one piece ... or disunite and spread out. Six and Four,...
There is a photograph, a picture taken many years ago. And it stands on the mantlepiece in our family home.The photograph is dominated by a young woman, blonde and beautiful with her hair in pigtails. And the dappled winter light plays on her smiling face as she studies the map of a European snow bound city; it is glistening snowy white in the background.I know exactly what is on her mind as I recognise the look that plays across her face. She is totally happy in her confident organiser way....
LesbianThe following story is rated G. Anyone looking for sex, gratuitous or otherwise, or violence will be sorely disappointed. Bummer, eh :)? As always, comments, criticisms, and such are quite welcome and encouraged. Flames will unceremoniously be dumped into dev ull - whatever in the hell that is :). This story is copyright (c) 1998 by me. All rights reserved, no deposit no return, and all of that. Permission is hereby granted for any free archive who might so desire to include...
"March of the Southern Belles--Chapter Five" by Heidi-Jo McGillicuddy Brunch was delightful, although I nibbled at my avocado and sprouts sandwich more out of distaste rather than any manifest desire to display appropriately dainty table manners. It was such a pleasure to eat in such exquisite surroundings--the sterling silverware absolutely gleamed, and I'd never eaten off of such beautiful china. Lisa giggled and pointed to the lipstick I'd left on the rim...
* All characters are over the age of eighteen Sweat pooled in the hollow at the base of her throat, clinging to her naturally bronzed skin before gravity took its toll and it slid downward between the shallow valley of her breasts. Her white singlet clung to her, sticky and damp. The stretchy cotton felt oppressive in the clammy heat of the afternoon. A summer storm was brewing, a hundred percent humidity and high temperatures made the atmosphere stifling. She lay half sprawled on the...
MasturbationSultry Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I had the best tenor voice in the school. I sang in all the plays, participated in the choir, and practiced a lot. I knew that my voice could propel me into the big time, but I had to maintain my grades, graduate, and go into a well regarded music school to even have a chance. I worked hard, and even had a few famous people come see sing me when I was a Junior. They all said the same thing. Great voice, good delivery, nice tonal...
“Really?” she asks me with a curious smile. “That’s what some psychological studies have suggested”, I reply. A psychoanalytical suggestion that men are attracted to the female’s butt because it stands for the breasts seems to intrigue Allyson, my 19 years old Australian student. She is one of the most lively and vivacious girls amongst the 31 odds students from Italy, France, Chile, Argentina, US, India, Iran, Japan, Korea and Australia who are in the international graduate exchange programme...
TabooHi everybody! , I am here with a story, basically a fantasy of myself fucking the damn fucking hot and beautiful Indian actress – miss world 2000, if m not wrong, miss priyanka chopra…her sexy smile makes me hard on my cock.. and I hope the same would be true with all you out there who like her. Her perfect ass and well-chiseled boobies make me crazy. And her sexy voice… o man.. gonna tell you makes me masturbate everytime I hear it. Ok, now m going to begin my fantasy. M a 22 years old...
It was mid-June, around 11 a.m. and the heat from the southern sun was a scorching 102 degrees. I was on my way out the door and the phone rang, it was Danny. He told me he wanted to go camping tonight and asked me to join him. I thought about it for a second, "Danny, it's blazing hot out and you wanna sleep without AC?" "It'll be fine Crystal, we can camp down by the lake. If it gets too hot we can take a dip," he laughed. I rolled my eyes and decided what the hell, you only live once. ...
Straight Sex‘We are interviewing Mrs. Allison Clearborne of Boston, who is celebrating her 100th birthday today.’ the newscaster said, ‘Mrs. Clearborne could you tell us a little about what you have seen and learned over the years’ ‘ Well,’ Allison started her voice strong but soft, ‘I guess the greatest thing I have learned is that love is the one thing that a person needs to feel like they are worth something. I have also learned that even when the one you love is gone, you can still go on with their...
It was early morning. Dew was hanging off of the trees and bushes as I jogged through the hiking trail. I had just recently moved here in a small secluded town to start my new life. I was a recent college graduate and although I worked in the large city, the forty-five minute drive to work was worth the fresh air and beautiful landscape. I slowed my pace until I was walking and humming along to the music from my iPod. I wanted to enjoy the morning air. The sun’s early rays created a peaceful...
Quickie Sex"March of the Southern Belles--Chapter Two" by Heidi-Jo McGillicuddy Clutching at my petticoats with my lavender-colored fingers, I prepared to squeeze my way through the door. Outside I could hear a continuous and entirely feminine murmur. As I stepped forward I felt Lisa's hoops pushing at my skirts from behind, and I quickly stepped forward, lest anybody see under my raised hoops and catch a glimpse of the lace and satin pantaloons that went all the way down to the top of my...
"March of the Southern Belles--Chapter Three" by Heidi-Jo McGillicuddy Marching over twenty blocks in full Southern Belle regalia was a dream come true--and I would gladly have marched another forty blocks, if necessary. Still, it did feel good to get off my feet after my stint in the Heritage Day Parade, even if that meant squeezing my hoopskirts onto a bus bound (I thought) for the community center where I had left all my male belongings behind that...
Tammy awoke with her penis in my mouth. Weird way to start the morning, I'm sure. It's not like she was complaining about it. You know how you're like in that dream state half- way between awake and asleep. Well, I took advantage of that and slipped under the covers. I started pulling her panties down and she didn't fight. She lifted her bottom a little and I just pulled them all the way off. "Cute undies!" I said as I pulled them off her completely. So I just started sucking away,...
I just have to tell you a silly story about Tammy and me messing around in my room. Like totally embarrassing, right. I was lying on the floor just wearing a bra and panties, but fortunately, I put some other things on the floor as well. There was a sleeping bag, and some dress materials and my hoop skirt and stuff. I was lying on my back waiting for Tammy. She was in the bathroom, putting on her dress. I don't know why she went to the bathroom, because I love to watch her dressing. So...
"Alice there's a phone call for you!" yelled my mother from her study room downstairs. "I'll be right down," I yelled back. I was standing in front of my mirror admiring myself a skintight strapless emerald dress I had borrowed from my mother's closet. Sine I couldn't find my strapless bras, I had decided not to wear a bra at all. My hardened nipples were slightly visible, but I didn't care. I had been trying on dresses all evening. Not only because I wanted to find a dress that would impress...
VoyeurSaturday afternoon ED LOOKED AROUND THE ROOM. Five guys, all white, not surprising since they all hated everyone who wasn’t white. They were all men he’d decided he could trust. Except perhaps for Jones. He’d joined them with a recommendation from the Sons of Liberty down in Florida, but there was something about him Ed didn’t like. Ed smiled to himself as he thought about the reaction of the city’s Department of Parks and Recreation if they knew what the Southern Tradition boys were using...
It was mid-June, around 11 a.m. and the heat from the southern sun was a scorching 102 degrees. I was on my way out the door and the phone rang, it was Danny. He told me he wanted to go camping tonight and asked me to join him. I thought about it for a second, ‘Danny, it’s blazing hot out and you wanna sleep without AC?’ ‘It’ll be fine Crystal, we can camp down by the lake. If it gets too hot we can take a dip,’ he laughed. I rolled my eyes and decided what the hell, you only live once.
Chapter Three: Futa's First Sultry Bride By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “The reception was absolute torture,” I said while the cameras filmed the interview, streaming it live to the world. I was recounting my life, speaking about attending the wedding of Kurt, my ex-boyfriend, to Rosemary Ramsey. Well, now she was Rosemary Albertson. “I just wanted to fuck the bride so badly, Adelia. It was so hard to think about my promise when I knew she was close to me.” “I bet it...
Eva: I don't know how long time is on Chaos. Taking the Portal in the Bankers office at the bank on Chaos and emerging in a 'bus stop' ... a shielded room in the middle of the enclave of houses, I called security on my phone. I was told to stay away from the house of William Banker. Help was en route and I could join them after they had the subject under control. En route is a police term for eventually. Eventually, the Portal having provided transportal service to the transients...
He had been texting Laura all throughout the day and they had agreed that dressing pretty casual would draw the least suspicion, so he had. He wore a simple patterned t-shirt and some blue jeans, combined with a pair of trainers that he had at least taken the time to clean. But.. He bit his lip in consternation. It just didn’t feel right. He wanted to be as dressed up as he could possibly be, he wanted to look like a prince for her, it was the least she deserved after all for all that she...
EXIST AND THE THINGS THEY DO NEVER HAPPENED. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, PLEASE STOP READING IMMEDIATELY!!! OTHERWISE READ ON AND ENJOY! The first time he saw her he was in love. She was the perfect woman for him, a true southern bell. She had long blonde hair, dark blue eyes and stood five eight without shoes. Her body had nice curves, her thirty-five inch breasts looked fine against her twenty-four inch waist, her hips measured thirty-four inch each only made her breast look bigger...
My mother, rest her soul, died when I was seven, so for half my life the only family I had was my daddy and the dogs. Daddy worked as a trash collector in the city, so most of the time it was just me and our four dogs: Fudd, the youngest, a droopy basset hound who seemed to be unable to do anything other than sniff things; Townes Van Zandt, named for the singer, whom everyone knew as TVZ because he was a common sight on anyone's porch; the old hound Po, who had been my mother's favorite...
Southern Style by Ashley Michaels Prologue: (Ashley's Story) My wife and I have been living in a small city in the Northwest for several years. I told her of my cross dressing soon after we married and rather than be shocked by it, she made every effort to encourage me in my dressing. She took me from a very rudimentary phase of dressing to the lifestyle I now enjoy. When I first revealed my cross dressing to her I had only experimented with items such as bras and panties....
SOUTHERN EXPOSURE Copyright Kristy Leigh 2003. All rights reserved. 1. Jess Taylor ambled swiftly up the driveway, fishing his keys out of his pocket as he approached the front door. He was a boy on a tight schedule; his Aunt would arrive home at five, dinner would be on the table no later than six. That left him less than three hours of free play; three hours of simple, childish joy through in the late September sunshine, three hours on the swings and slides and...
This is the first story I've published. Hope you enjoy!I was only seventeen years old when we moved into our new house on Elm Street, Tennessee. I was 5"5, about 110 lbs, and I had jet black hair with emerald gray/green eyes. I had 36C sized breasts, which looked very big on my small frame. In my old town I'd had lots of friends and I'd kissed a little over a dozen boys, but I'd never gone past second base. When we moved, it was the summer of 2007 and I had never lived anywhere so hot in my...
VoyeurSouthern Nights, Hot NightsI learned only when I moved there for a teaching assignment at one of the local community colleges why it’s called the deep south, rather than just the south. Thanks to the summer humidity, the further in you go, the more it feels like you’re underwater. When Teri and I found a rental house, it had shade trees and big windows to capture the breeze, but no central air. The nearest Walmart was forty miles away, and completely sold out.Nights in the town of Picsquita...
Now I would have never thought that the people there would be so different but soon found out they were.The couple that had the park were extremely nice and had set me up with a home right next to theirs. They were an older couple in their early fifties and had only one child,a girl that was seventeen. Jackie worked offshore and Tina had a hair salon in her home, both were very welcoming and made me feel at home. Right from the beginning they would have me over for supper with the animals...
Chapter Two: Futa's First Sultry Decision By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “So you said that most of the contestants just sang songs?” Adelia asked, the caramel-skinned talk show host leaned closer to me. She liked doing that, getting close, her thighs pressed tight, stained with my futa-cum. “That's it?” “I know, it sounds so boring compared to the modern competitions where the contestants try to do the most outrageous solo sex acts they can to win style points,” I said...
Stacey Dixon, a slim, sandy-haired young man of eighteen, found a note from his mother lying on the kitchen counter when he got up Saturday morning. The note said a woman had phoned and wanted him to call about doing some chores for her. He picked up the phone dialed the number. A sultry feminine voice answered and Stacey, his cock lurching, identified himself. ‘My name is Carol Davidson,’ the woman said. Her sultry voice made the hair on the back of Stacey’s neck stand up and caused a...
I never imagined myself being married to a career-focused man. Since I was sixteen, I needed to be fucked almost on an hourly basis. Then, I met Daniel, my surprising knight in shining armor. In the heyday of our passion, we’d fuck maybe three times a month. Not much has changed, but I found a way to sate my needs.A year after we married, I started stripping at a high-profile club two towns over. Six times a week, I dance and strip up and down a dick-like pole. On more than one occasion, I’ve...
CheatingIt’s hot here in Georgia…air is sultry, being that sticky humidity. Makes me constantly want to shower to cool off. My guy, Stephen, was due in any minute as he’d just left from work. I’d already fixed him a great meal and it was set aside, so I headed for some relaxation. Prowling in the dresser drawers, I found some aromatic candles and laid them here and there in the bathroom, lit them and dimmed the lights. That always put me in a romantic mood. Switching the water on, I got it hot and...
Farm fun.When I was 18 I worked on a farm up in the hills of the Pennines in Yorkshire' it was such an idyllic lifestyle being out in the countryside all day long and in all weathers but the long sultry summer's were my favourite out in the fields till after dusk and the heady smells of the wild flowers and freshly mown hay wafting in the gentle summer breeze.Also on the Farm worked a very pretty and petite 19 year old Girl with long flowing silky jet black hair that blew around in the gentle...
Chapter Three: Blown by the Sultry Twins A Belt Buckle Mind-Control Story By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Notes: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this! Mrs. Daniels worked her mouth up and down my cock. The MILF from across the street was collecting her payment for letting me fuck her married pussy bent over her kitchen counter yesterday. A morning dose of my cum. She didn't care she was kneeling on the porch and that I stood in the doorway. The entire neighborhood could see...
I sometimes wish I had been born two decades earlier. For some reason, all the women I’ve met or dated have been less than flattering. However, the older women have always caught my eye and made my mouth water. There is no creature more seductive than the older woman, the MILF. They know their way around the male body. They know how to turn us on, they know how to keep us going, and they know how to seduce us into becoming mindless drones that drool over them, dancing according to their every...
Steve Davies Linda and I headed into Rainier Christian High, the students already arriving in their uniform. The guys wore their gray slacks and white shirts, their ties tucked beneath sweater vests or falling down their chests. The girls, the vast majority of them, wore skirts that flashed around their thighs. Their schoolgirl skirts gave them such a sensuous sight. “Pervy teacher,” Linda said. “Staring at those sweet, young things.” I flashed her a grin. “A lot’s changed.” She rubbed...
Sultry: Another country heard from; 4 "Who am I married to?" Sultry was confused. The Powers that Be said, "We don't know." "What am I married to?" "We don't know." "Where is he from?" "We don't know." "Where is he now?" "That's what we want you to find out?" "You don't know?" "There are clues." "What?" "Jack, the one you are married to is immensely intelligent. The Jack the Army knows graduated from a Correspondence College. He passed ... barely. The...
Hey all… Myself Raj back with yet another new experience and yeah this time something new. Drop your comments @ Firstly wanna thank all the true/fake/despo/ladies and other profiles or people who dropped comments showed interest and then create negative environment. Sorry guys,girls & ladies. These are my true experiences and I would not like any of my sentiments hurted. Appreciate you behave properly. Anyways back to fun… Out of all mails received I got a mail from a Muslim couple from...
A Harlequin Romance Parody Daniel had been working out in the fields all day. The hot sun had taken its toll upon his fragile skin; his flesh now possessed a reddish tint. Sweat poured down his brow and glistened upon his massive chest. Realizing that it was not glistening enough, Daniel opened a bottle of oil and poured some into his hand. He lathered it onto his muscular front until he had achieved the proper shine. He paused as the ringing of the dinner bell stirred him from his labor. His...
Laura lay beside him, her back to him, the stolen duvet wrapped around her like a cocoon of warmth and comfort, a bastion against the cold that plagued him. Biting his lip he inched towards her, finding the edge of the duvet and beginning to unwrap her like the gift she was. He had intended to urge his way under the warmth with her, but as she felt the coolness of air against her unprotected back she stirred. Ash let out a soft beep of surprise as the sleeping form of Laura moved, she...