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Introduction: For my Master. Thank you for being you. This is my first story so i hope you all enjoy it. Neither of them knew how long shed been around if you asked them. When he inherited the house, she was just….there, part of it. Not that either complained about it, far from it. She had been employed to keep it clean, maintain the garden, cook and be a companion for his Grandmother when she had lived there. When the unfortunate happened and Joe moved in, he was quite happy for her to...
The swappery so far: J G Egerton (Jeremy) exchanged bodies with Yvette de Monnier and became Gemma. She then swapped with MoD agent Toby Cunningham. So in this chapter 'Toby' is really Yvette's sidekick and 'Gemma' is Cunningham. Simple. 'Tin-panning' was a way of ridding Northumberland pit villages of undesirables in the 19th and early 20th centuries. The women would come out on the streets carrying the largest saucepans in their kitchens, surround their targets and make as loud a...
Joseph Savior was cleaning the family room of the four- bedroom colonial, cleaning and waiting for the calm that occurred only at night in their busy home. The odd and relaxing silence that sleeping kids would bring. Oh sure, a few giggling outbursts or requests for water from the c******n, but then as they drifted off the blessed silence would come. Mary was upstairs putting the c******n to bed. Four of them. From ten year old hellion, David, to three year old Beth. With eight year old, Tommy...
Converted from "3931_01.txt" on 13-Nov-2005 by AscToHTM 5.0 Joe is trained as a doggy-slave by 2NNWaiting for the man to arrive, Joe is thinking about how much things has changed since he met him. When they met Joe hadn't been in the least bit turned on by either breathplay or female footwear. Now Joe prances around in his home, wearing a pair of six-inch stilettos. He loves the stilettos now, but he didn't use to. Before he met the man stilettos did nothing for him, but now they make him...
Since mum and dad separated, mum and I have generally gone on holiday together at least once a year; either just the two of us or with mum’s current boyfriend of the time. Just after my sixteenth birthday mum announced that we were going on holiday to Spain. Mum was still in her early thirties and very attractive but at that time mum did not have a boyfriend. She asked me if I wanted to take mine. I must have looked vacant. “Joe,” she said. Joe is my sort of second cousin and almost exactly the...
First TimeJoe und die ?Neue Zeit?von blumchen100 1. Virginia?Bitte nicht, Sir, bitte nicht mehr schlagen, bitte, bitte nicht mehr. Ich verspreche, ich tue es nie mehr wieder, nie mehr! Ich werde gehorchen, gehorchen, ganz bestimmt! Ich verspreche es, ganz bestimmt!?Ein heftiger Schluchzer erschuetterte den wohlgeformten Oberkoerper der nackten Frau, wobei ihre melonengrossen festen Brueste aufregend zitterten. Sie kniete vor dem Mann und hatte ihre Haende in flehender Geste wie zum Gebet gefaltet. Dann...
Introduction: Just toolin' along hummin' a song Country roads take me home; I’m humming the John Denver song, the radio’s off, I’m making my own music like I do a lot of the time when I’m driving. When I take off on a journey it’s always Willie and On the road again, sometimes, when I’m cruising during the day I’m with Tim McGraw going Everywhere, but at night, on a lonely country road it’s always Denver.And I am on a country road, two lanes of mcadam, a single white line down the middle but...
Joe is a teenager, young and full of thoughts about sex and fantasies. One thing occupying his mind is his mother Gina's luscious body. Her big bubble ass and her over sized tits measuring 75 F with cups as big as his head. He often brings one of her bras when he jerks of his growing cock, thinking of how he it would be to fondle them or even better suck them like when he was just a bejby. A moment he loves and also brings him a lot of sexual tension is when mommy asks him to massage her...
After stopping at the Police station and saying good-bye to Carla, Joe was on the road heading west to Colorado. He thought he would like to visit some of the named ski resorts he heard about like Vail and Breckenridge. It wasn't that he was a skier, he wasn't, it was just that he thought he would like to see and say he had been to these places. He visited these two resorts and was impressed. While there wasn't snow yet on these runs what impressed him the most was the steepness of the...
When I was a middle school special education teacher I took a page from the book of tricks of one of my best high school teachers, Mr. Everett Craft. Mr. Craft used Tignor and Cumquat as the subjects of his sentences on grammar quizzes. I used Joe Caveman as the subject of my history lessons. The silly or absurd catches the imagination of adolescents and is much more memorable to them than dates, or the names of people or places. Most of my students had some level of Attention Deficit Disorder,...
Joe was stuck in traffic at 8:25am in the morning, at a time when he should be already seated at his desk, sipping coffee and making the usual morning checks of all the documents he expected would have been dropped on his desk by his secretary.He knew he was going to get a good tongue-lashing from his boss. He knew that she was probably going to have him suspended for being late on the third consecutive day this week. What she didn’t know was that he had to drive like Jason Statham in The...
The following morning during breakfast there was a discussion on where now to go in their travels. Sara said there was no reason to head immediately back to her home to get married. The arrangements she needed to make for the wedding she could do over the phone or via email. They should continue to see the country as she thought the wedding would be in late September or early October. Heading south they did the “Apache Trail” driving tour outside of Phoenix. The sometimes unpaved single lane...
Being single was not so easy, but it had the advantage that I could hang out with my friends whenever I wanted to. Unlike my friend Aaron, who always had to ask his wife Josephine (Joe) if he could do something with us, his friends. It wasn't like Joe was some kind of goddess that someone else was going to come and snack up if he left her unattended. No, even if Joe was a very nice person, she did not have the looks. She was a plump big woman. OK, I have to admit that she had curves. Her hips...
Waking up and feeling pretty good because of last night's love making activities with Sara, Joe knew he needed to get moving. While he was dressing and washing up he couldn't help but think about Sara. She was the total package and an excellent lover. While her physical attributes were outstanding it seemed to Joe that more importantly she was an honestly nice and caring person. Her telling him to stop back here on his way back from his westerly travels was an invitation he wasn't going to...
On the drive back from Pat's place Joe had quite a bit to think about. First and foremost was Pat herself. Pat was somewhat unique as a woman in that she had a muscular body but at the same time she was very feminine because of her flat stomach, small waist and firm breasts. She was an excellent lover who was not embarrassed to freely express herself when they made love. Joe was still a little bothered by how she said good-bye but if she was in a hurry to get to the White House that could...
video with Joe 3 (2) People me Story of making a video with Joe 3 I had watched the first video of Joe and Rebecca having sex which caught me completely by surprise. At the end of that video, Rebecca looked at the camera and said, Jan 8 me To me Jan 8 Story of making a video with Joe 3 I had watched the first video of Joe and Rebecca having sex which caught me completely by surprise. At the end of that video, Rebecca looked at the camera and said, “This was for you honey, I...
'You must know some really horny girls Mariel', dad's friend Joe, certainly knew the questions to ask, 'You like young girls, uncle Joe?'Joe of course was not my uncle, it was more a term of endearment, embellished on him by Mother, before she fucked-off in search of a bigger cock to shag, my poor Dad has never forgiven his wife for leaving him.'Big enough to bleed, big enough to be butchered', he retorted, referring to our ovulation cycle, I shook my head in mock shock, 'That puts ten year old...
Joe entered the room with his usual cocky flare. He alwaysseems to feel like no matter how late he is that nothing happens until he gets there. He pisses me off big time. But I have to bite my tongue because my mistress is passionate over Joe and I am already due for punishment. As a matter of fact it was the purpose of this get together. “ What’s in the bag sexy Joe?” Chanel asked from across the room. “Just my latest purchase from the Lush store.” Joe proudly removed and put on the table for...
BDSMI had been out shopping for a good part of the day and when I came home and didn't see Joe, I walked towards the study where I heard some noises coming from and quietly moved up to the door and peeked in. There was Joe sitting at the computer watching a video of a woman sounding a man's cock with her high heel. I could see Joe jerking off his hard cock and thought to myself he needed to be taught a lesson. I quietly moved to our bedroom and put on a pair of pointy toed ankle strapped stiletto...
I've been such a bad girl recently. My mother and step-father recently went on vacation. I’m still in high school and my step-father asked his father to come and stay with me. So technically, he’s my step-grandfather. We’re not related at all. And since we're not related, I planned on having sex with him. This was going to be a very interesting week. Although, Daddy Joe did not know what I was planning. I’ve always liked older men. There's just something so sexy about a man, when he gets...
TabooThe year was 1882; the west had started to settle down and many of the old wild, rough and tough towns were no longer that way. Such was the small cow town of Apache Creek, AZ; at one time it was famous for being one of the roughest towns to drive cattle through. A town that use to be run by crooked Sheriff Williams, who looked the other way when cattle were rustled or a cattleman was robbed.Now it had settled down and the old sheriff was gone, replaced by Sheriff Joe O’Riley, an Irish bloke...
HistoricalJoe Ambles "Hey Joe, I just hired a kid that looks just like you. Younger, of course, but your spitting image. I didn't know you had any family. You didn't spread your seed around about nineteen years ago, did you?" "Nope, never happen, Pete. What's the kid's name and where is he from?" "John Midden, and he comes from upstate near Bright Springs." "Do you have a next of kin listed in his records?" "Mother, a Mrs. Jonathan Midden. According to what he says, he also has a sister...
(Revised and concluded June 2018) Sylvia Silk was not the sort of girl that got upset when boys were rowdy and acted like they were the lord and masters of the universe. In fact, she reveled in the way they gave out orders and made her do things that she would be far too shy to do of her own accord. She was a bit on the smallish side all things considered, but her upper body development had reached the promised land of double D perfection and her nipples were a land of enchantment when...
The one thing Joe loved in life was the whores in Vegas. He made a trip there once a month to spend some time in his favorite whore house. The girls there were pretty, sexy and nasty. They all had nice big firm tits and large round asses. Tits and ass were a big attraction for him. He usually chose a different girl each time as he did love a variety. When he walked in the girls were all in the gazing room naked for the men to see and choose. Tonight he chose a young blonde that had triple D...
Joe had been a janitor at Wickman College For Girls for about three years, and while the pay wasn’t the greatest, but being a young single guy he didn’t have many needs. Besides, the scenery at the school was nothing short of spectacular! The little bitches who attended the exclusive private school never even gave him a second glance. As far as they were concerned he didn’t even exist! That was O.K. with him, because it gave him the perfect cover for his one and only hobby, trying to see these...
The Duke of Sternfels was a gracious host. The remaining four hundred and forty Free Saxons found winter quarters in a number of empty storage houses in the town of Sternfels, under the Duke's castle. The men had plenty of coins and valuables, and the tavern-owners and innkeepers of the town were overjoyed over the strong increase of business. Of course, some friction could not be avoided. The soldiers were idle and wine was plenty. Thus, quarrels broke out frequently. In one instance, a...
) I don’t know why I need to get all dressed up, it’s you he’s coming to see.I know, but I like to see you looking sexy and I’m sure Joe appreciates having a sexy woman watching.Anyway, you finish off and I’ll make sure dinner is OK.It would be the second time Paula had met Joe, the first time she was only there to take photos, not taking any part in proceedings.How does that look Paula?Yes, you look good, very tarty though, I can see your stocking topsI know, but he likes me like this. Oh,Oh,...
Finally, after nearly five minutes of standing, hugging, and being hugged, she thanked me with a chaste kiss on the cheek, had me sit down on the bed again, and said, "Thank you Henry Morgan, I have needed that for a long time. It's been almost eighteen months since it happened, and I had not been able to just break down, and grieve like I should have. Thomas was my rock until then, but it got the better of him. He is just now starting the long climb back to reality and dealing with life...
"Are you sure you want to do this, Frankie?" Francesca (Frankie for short) was naked and bent over the dining room table. Joe, her husband for 10 years now, was standing behind her. He had a belt in his hand, folded in half, with the buckle end wrapped once around his fist. She found herself in this predicament because of their earlier discussion about their sex life, over breakfast this morning. Francesca had loved spanking, since she was introduced to it in college. Joe didn't mind - after...
SpankingI first met Sylvia in a coffee shop. She was part owner with her daughter in. law. . A good looker, but a few years older and wiser. We had a rip snorter of a session the first time we met, Hot, Torrid and Impulsive. I had left her my number just in case she wanted more. Although she is 15 years older than me..It didn’t mean that she had to live without sex, I had given her that missing part of life last time, and wanted more of it... the Fone rang almost a week later, she told me that what we...
POV: PeteJoe and I suddenly bit down on our bottom lips and made eye contact just for a few seconds. Needless to say, my hard-on deflated just a tad. No one said a word for over a minute, but we both surely knew they wanted to see the sight, judging by the looks on their faces.Then both of them came to us, but they went to each other's sons, so I had London press the front of her body onto mine. "We fucked each other for you two, solely to please you," she admitted, wrapping her arms around...
IncestBy the end of their second week in Rome, Thorben and Katherine, with fifty of their men, met with the emissaries of their prisoners' families outside the city walls and received the ransom payment. Shortly after, under strong protection, the prisoners were guided out of the city and into the care of their families. In spite of the hefty ransom, more than one of the released prisoners expressed their gratitude to their captors, for they were all released without hurt and the women and girls...
Sylvia ist eine Arbeitskollegin von mir. Max mochte sie schon immer sehr. Und seine Zuneigung zu ihr erhielt nur kurzzeitig einen Dämpfer, als ich ihn aufklärte, dass sie eher auf Frauen steht. Mit ca. 170cm und nur knapp über 55kg ist sie nicht weit weg von mir, außer, dass sie dunkle Locken hatte und ihre Haut auch dunkler ist als meine, und dabei hat sie wunderschöne, rehbraune Augen. Mit dieser hyper-schlanken Figur, und den Proportionen genau an der richtigen Stelle passt sie einfach zu...
"You know we are in the kink capital of the universe here in the Bay area, San Francisco, Oakland, Berkeley? There are so many pervs here it's like a fucking New York bakery...you gotta take a number. I'm not quite heterosexual, neither is Woody, nether are you, it seems. I could see if I could help you meet some people here who are kinky but not insane, who would treat you, not mis-treat you. If you were going to be around for a few more days....""Oooooooohhhh. I have to get on the train next...
This is based on a true experience.I’d known John and Sylvia for several years. We drank and socialised together once or twice a week and got on very well. One night - shortly following my divorce - the phone rang around midnight and it was Sylvia on the other end asking me if I wanted to come around and spend the night. We had had a few kiss and cuddle sessions in the past but I had thought it was just a bit of fun and ever thought anything more would happen. I knew her hubby worked away...
One day i was told by my family to go and stay with Joe. Joe was getting old and needed some help around the house, since i was free for two months they wanted me to go. Joe lived alone. My brother dropped me at Joe's. I hadnt seen Joe ever since he got a divorce from Grandpa. It had been years. I knocked the door and he opened the door in his towel. I never liked Joe to be honest, he always scolded me and was very intimidating. He showed me around the house, explaining the chores that need...
When we arrived at school, Major Johnson excused himself to use the restroom. He’d already witnessed a demonstration of my self-defense skills, so he knew I could take care of myself if the situation called for it. I assured him I’d be fine standing out in the hall for the few minutes it took him to “do his business.” My father had been training me in martial arts sparring for years and, even though I didn’t particularly enjoy it, I still learned how to defend myself well enough to keep him...
As I step off the plain the hot air rushes to surround me, I breathe in and smile as I look around me at my first taste of America. But it doesn't last long, the trembling that has been inside me the last 14 hours is growing worse, what if your not there? Although I know you will be, I know your desire for me is just as strong, if not stronger than mine. What will it be like to see you finally? To feel you against me, just to touch you. Ohh I just can't think about it, the feelings are so...
All rights reserved, 2012. Her name was changed to protect the confidence of the title character. Summer, 1975 It seemed less an invitation than a summons. ‘Students matriculating in the national Medical Scientist Training Program will convene at the Given Institute in Aspen, Colorado for four days of meetings with leading biomedical investigators. Please contact the dean’s office for your travel and lodging information.’ The NIH had forecast a shortage of physician-scientists capable of...
When I arrived home the following week, my daughters came over to talk to me. They said their mother saw me in Las Vegas at a party and that we spent some time together. Beth asked me, "Dad, how do you feel about Mom? You know she still cares for you. She told us she made a mistake cheating on you with Mark and did her best to live with the consequences. Now that Mark left and Beth and I are going to college is there any chance for you and Mom to get back together?" I was rather shocked...
Introduction: Thanks for the reviews and ideas. Joes storyline is already determined and I have my own surprise twist for him to cum later. I may unveil it through another character or may write a chapter 14 later on. Not sure but what happens to him is already in motion. Hope you like it. I walked home with Cynthia. We barely talked, and mostly about school. Before we got to her house, I stopped her. Listen, about this morning… I was caught up in the excitement of us doing it in front of those...
It must have been a couple of hours, and no one had shown up yet. This left me feeling like I had been stood up, which really didn’t bother me all that much. So, I took out the sketch book and started a new drawing, just something comic bookish, maybe a bit fantasy, but it was getting difficult to see what I was drawing. So, I took my things and drink and moved to the bar itself where there was more light. After finding a nice comfy stool to settle down on I flipped back to the page and...
(This story is loosely based on true events: all names, locations, appearances and identifying marks have been changed to protect the sources from whom this tale was drawn.) I remember the moment like it was yesterday: the first time I saw Sylvia nude, and it changed my life forever. I was 15 at the time and Sylvia was 16, she is almost exactly a year older than me, and we lived in a split level ranch outside of Des Moines. My parents were away for the weekend and she had just taken a shower....
IncestI slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Growing up in the 60/70s I suppose many of us had a carefree upbringing. At least in comparison to what today’s generation have to endure. I was brought up on a council estate and my days were filled with football when we were k**s and strangely enough greyhound racing when I was approaching my mid teens. My mate’s brother had a dog and I would go down to our local track whenever it ran. Well I quickly realised that this was an ideal place to hang out. Providing we weren’t causing a nuisance...
They took an eastward road from Elmenhørn, marching at a moderate pace. Joerg was happy with that; his legs hurt from last night's march. He tried to get to know his companions. There were twenty-two of them, once they picked up another dozen men at a different inn. They marched until late afternoon. There was no village on the way where they could spend the night, and they asked for quarter at a large farm. The farmer and his armed knechte made them leave, however. They ended up sleeping in...
Disclaimer: This story contains sex, nudity, and transgender themes. If any of these are offending to you STOP READING NOW! I am not responsible for your stupidity. All others are welcome to distribute this story freely so long as you are not making money off it. And if you are I want my cut. Joe and Maria: In the Kitchen By Texas Red Shirt I was running late, so Maria was already waiting at the door for me. She smiled and shook her head slightly, as I walked up to the...
I decided to stop by at Gail's place one morning and when I got there I let myself in. Not seeing Gail I headed towards the bedroom and sure enough, there she was still in bed. What I immediately noticed was her pajama top was wide open and her beautiful full tits were laying there in all their beauty. I started to caress my crotch while I moved a little further in and saw her erect nipples. My cock got harder as pondered what to do. Taking my cock out I started to jerk on it as I inched...
Over the next three years, Joerg Isebrand became a fixture around the Count Reinhardt. Wherever the nobleman went or rode, he insisted on Joerg accompanying him. Joerg was in no way connected to anybody in Merseburg, and certainly not to the Countess Irmgard. After two years, the Feldweibel Bodo raised Joerg to Corporal. The Captain Grumm was all for it, too, as he had come to appreciate the loyalty and the sense of duty the young man displayed. Joerg was never late for duty, was never...
Introduction: After a night with Bella, Joe realizes his feelings are stronger for Bella than his girlfriend Cynthia. Bella wants her control over Joe to extend to more than just sex. Early Monday morning… I woke up to soft kisses. Bella Was kissing me, I kissed back. It was nice to see her first thing in the morning, hair all a mess and… She was fully dressed. Time to get up she said. I have to go home, she said sadly. My parents will be trying to wake me for school soon. Oh damn, I wish...
It took almost two weeks, but in the end, the ransom was delivered and the Merseburg soldiers left Theilheim with their spoils. Joerg rode at the Count's left side now, as befit the Feldweibel of the bodyguard. He was rich now, rich beyond his imagination. One hundred guldengroschen were now added to his earlier winnings from Warnesund and his saved pay and bonus rewards. With almost two hundred guldengroschen, he was set for life, if he did not take to gambling and drinking - a laughable...
Three days later, the Isebrands, with some fifty men, travelled thirty leagues to the south, and to Lauheim. The small town, or extended village, spread at the foot of a small hill. On top of that hill, a small castle had been built, surrounded by a twelve-foot wall and a dry moat. They crossed the drawbridge into the courtyard of the castle and found the main building to be two storeys high, with a slate covered roof. Ivy covered most of the walls, and the shutters were closed. The castle...
The winter in the warm quarters in Lubeck had made the men lazy and short of breath, but the long march eastward shaped them up somewhat. The welcome in Warnesund was nothing like what they had enjoyed in Lubeck. There were only tents as quarters for the men to begin with, and the food they were given was neither good nor plentiful. The City had some trouble with the Count of Schwerin to the South, and they wanted to beef up their garrison with the hired soldiers. From what Gernot's men...
"The prisoner, Steward!" the soldier announced, pushing a skinny man into the room. Joerg looked up from the chronicle he was reading. He saw a man, aged before his time, looking about with a resigned look on his face. "You stabbed your master, the Lord Hugo of Rugenberg?" "I did," came the answer. "What was your reason?" "For weeks, he took my only child, my daughter. That, I would have born. But he was brutal with her, hurting her on purpose, tearing into her, with her only...
During his time in Lubeck, under Gernot's tutorship, Joerg had learned the rudiments of reading and writing. By necessity, Joerg had to practise those skills with religious writings, with the help of the Count's confessor. At that time, religious writings were the only writings widely available. Among the armsmen of the Count, including his Captain of the Guard, Joerg was the only one who knew his letters, and like most things of importance, this became known to Count Reinhardt. One night,...
With King Francis captured and the victory thus complete, Lannoy sought to reduce his army in size and to distribute them over Northern Italy. He dared not disband his troops entirely, though. Thus, while the captive French king was sent to Spain, the Saxon fähnlein were sent west, to billet in the small town of Casale Monferrato, on the mighty River Po. Here, in the Castello Dei Paleologi, they made themselves comfortable. Wine was plentiful in the region, as was food in general, and the...
A half hour later, after drinking hot tea and eating bread and cold meat, they mounted the horses again. There was less talk now, as Joerg and Hildburg were lost in thought. Joerg tried to envision a life with Hildburg. It would be difficult for them; of that, he was certain. She had made it clear that she had claimed him to prevent the carnage in Warnesund that Bjoern had threatened. She had no feelings for him. Yet, he had promised to care for her, to honour her. Just, how much honouring...
"Hildburg, are those shirts washed yet?" Hildburg Lauritz sighed inwardly. Her uncle had been dripping sauce on his shirts, ever since his stroke, and to clean them was not easy. "In a moment, Aunt Helga," she called back. "Well, don't dawdle, girl! There's butter to be churned when you're done with those shirts!" Hildburg's groan was open now. Churning butter was hard work, as was laundering sauce-splattered shirts. There was no way around this, though. Her uncle could not...