Dramatic Role Part 2 in which I become Kerry Slater
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Ben and Amy are twins. They aren’t identical by any means but both have light brown hair; Amy’s long and curly while Ben’s is short and straight, and both have deep blue eyes. They have always been close and always went everywhere together, until recently. Ever since their sixteenth birthday Ben has been growing distant from Amy, spending more time with his friends and never sticking around to talk to her much. They still did things with the family but never really spent any time alone together...
IncestFifteen Minutes Ends a Marriage. I am sitting on the side of my bed crying. Reflecting on what fifteen minutes of stupidity cost me. My story. My name is Harriet. I worked as an analyst for a big marketing firm in town at the time. I was married to a general contractor named Jim, we had no children. A new department head was transferred from another branch of the firm. His name was Marty. He was also married, with two young sons. He was cute, funny, social and he liked to flirt. I did too...
Wife LoversI rolled out of bed and God did my head hurt. But then why wouldn't it after a weekend long drunk. As I stumbled into the bathroom I was glad that weekends like the one I'd just managed to survive were not the norm. In fact, I hadn't had one like it since my last college frat party and that was over seven years ago. I opened the medicine cabinet, found the aspirin, took four and chased them with a glass of water. As I was putting the bottle back out of the corner of my eye I saw the...
Over the next few weekends Mandy was naked save for a red satin robe that clung to her curvy brown body.occassionly she’d allow it to gape,showing her tits topped by the almost black thick nipples,or cross her legs showing off her fleshy thighs.shed feel humiliated obeying her dominant husband,humiliated and hornyshe remembered the first time bob had controlled her,stepped up from the suggestive talk,saying things like how he wouldn’t even let her wear a robe in the house and that he loved how...
Fifteen minutes late, April thought. Great. Fifteen more and she’d be free to go.A friendly waiter approached. “Are you ready to order, ma’am?”She stirred her water glass. “Maybe just the drinks menu?”He nodded, “Right away, ma’am.” And briskly walked away.Wow, she thought. So we’re really in the “ma’am” days now, huh? At thirty-nine years old, she’d hoped she had a few months left in her before people would catch a whiff of her rotting eggs.It was infuriating. No one, not one person had called...
Love StoriesCollateral Synopsis Unbeknown to her, Lucy is put forward as collateral for a gambling debt payment. She hasn?t money so must give her body, something her stubbornness and pride refuses to do. Can she survive the Boss?s painful methods of persuasion? Collateral by obohobo Warnings Please take note! The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. MF NC. Spanking If you are underage or offended by such material, or if viewing this file is illegal i...
Fifteen Minutes Ends a Marriage. I am sitting on the side of my bed crying. Reflecting on what fifteen minutes of stupidity cost me. My story. My name is Harriet. I worked as an analyst for a big marketing firm in town at the time. I was married to a general contractor named Jim, we had no children. A new department head was transferred from another branch of the firm. His name was Marty. He was also married, with two young sons. He was cute, funny, social and he liked to flirt. I did...
Nydia's boots made a rather strange sound as I plunged my cock into her ass from behind. Ninve wasn't kidding about her fetish for wearing them, not that I had any complaints. It was funny to know that this proper Mormon girl had such naughty fantasies and ideas, but she did so, much to my delight. I wouldn't want a serious deal with her, however, since she could be such a bitch at times and a real hypocrite about the whole religion and morals BS. Still, her ass was delightfully tight and...
will never find that she is my mother-in-law. She looks at least fifteen years younger,-with all her tight skin & also young face and long hairs ;- and of course her plump breasts & 'S'-shaped buttocks. One thing for sure,- she always wore nothing other than loose sari and of course nightly at bedtime. I am a man of 38yrs,- having a working wife,- who is quite a loving and a caring one. We ,- me & my mother-in-law,- were just discussing about her. As she asked me,- I could never...
A new story with a few new themes I wanted to explore. For those who know me somewhat, yes, she is a bit docile for my taste but Ill try everything once. Enjoy! By the way… I wanted to design this story in a way that I, as a writer, can get my kicks out of it too. For those who are not true sadists, like myself, youll find out that not every story is meant to please you. Part two will follow. Someday. Id like to get you all nice and anxious. Part I She sat in the garden silently gazing at...
I’ve always chatted with Eileen ever since I started delivering her milk in 1990. She was always pleasant and well turned out. I always call every other Thursday and that was the day she went out for lunch with her husband George. When I called she usually had just returned home. In the summer she would wear a blouse that would show a sneaky bit of cleavage, and a nice smell of perfume. I would always ask where they had been and what they had done. It was usually a visit to a garden centre then...
(((((Yet another chapter re-written.))))) Monday morning Jason was bouncing in his seat with excitement at going to the south of Spain. His excitement extended to other things as soon as his dad left for work. We hadn't had sex since Friday afternoon with Jason's dad staying home for the weekend. We watched from the living room window until my husband's car backed out of the driveway. Not wanting to wait any longer Jason stripped his shorts down and pulled me to sit on my knees as he plunked...
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Note : This story is completely fictional! Two days ago,while I was staying at my older sisters house,something great happened. I was watching some porn,when she suddenly came home,and almost caught me. She was wasted,which she hardly ever did,and she had a hard time walking and talking. She asked what I had been doing,and I joked about watching a porno. She looked at my shorts,saw my 7.5inch hard on,and said to bad you don't have any hole to stick that into!I said if you weren't my sister,I'd...
IncestI lay next to my wife of 15 years, and admire her beauty as she rests peacefully next to me. I caress her silky smooth hair, and breathe in her intoxicating aroma. I love her deeply, and I thank God for the day I met her. I can still remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and I was sitting on a field right in my old stomping grounds of College. The sun was out, but it was cloudy enough so that it wasn’t too hot. I was reading a book and halfway through the...
There was no hint at the start of Abbey’s evening that before her shift had ended she’d experience the fuck of her young life. Dennehy’s bar was its usual dingy self. Clientele the same rowdy bunch of jocks. Atmosphere noisy and on course for drunken mayhem by closing time. The music, however, was a cut above normal. “Who are these guys?” she asked Angelo, that evening’s head-barman. “The Devil’s Rejects,” he called above the din. “Pretty hot!” She poured frothing glasses of beer. “What,...
Santa's hand slipped up the inside of my thigh. He had taken off his wooly mittens so he could caress the skin; my pussy pulsed into a low throb. But, just before he reached the apex--and with an enormous effort on my part--I moved a step away. I pretended to straighten an ornament on the fake Christmas tree. "Knock it off, Saint Nick," I said in a low, indulgent tone. "We still have four more hours on our shift." Mall Santa and elf. He groaned, the sexy bastard. Well-built, athletic, and...
Quickie SexBoring. The highway is just so mind-blowingly boring. The miles stretch endlessly on my trip to Florida. Boring. It´s still early in the morning and I´m already bored to death. The day doesn´t look promising at all. I could entertain myself by annoying one of my friends with a long phone call. But as I rarely drive long distances and the X5 is quite new, I haven´t yet bothered to purchase a snap-in charger for my phone. And I´ve forgotten to bring the USB charging cable. So I have no way to...
I'm Teddy Nelsen, currently 29 years old, about 20% legally disabled, married, but not for much longer, and unemployed. Before all this happened, I was a policeman in Harlan, a middle-sized West Virginia town. I was also in the Army Reserves as a Tank Gunner. Like most people during 2002 I read the papers and watched the news at night, so it was no big surprise when my unit got activated during the run-up to the second Gulf war. The orders came down and we were scheduled to leave for a...
Mo spent the bus ride to school trying to work out what was going wrong. There were hardly any Muslims in Luxembourg, for one thing, and most of them weren’t from Pakistan either. The place was FULL of racist unbelievers! Why had his father brought them here? His mother hardly had anyone to talk to either, even after his father had given her permission to go out whenever she liked. It was a bit weird going into school on a Saturday, too, just to meet a pair of white girls and a white guy,...
“Hi,” Mohammad greeted Paul as he arrived in the car park, at just before four o’clock the next day - Tuesday. Mia had texted the plan, after Grace had finally replied “OK” to his fifth apology late last night. The gang would ride out to the junction, then Grace and Paul would go left while Mo and Mia went right, and wait at the first and third junctions each way. Mo knew Mia was keeping him away from Grace. Grace was just bound to have told Mother Hen all about it! Anyway he’d got his new...
Paul had been half afraid of something like this: Mia was flirting with them. Them, plural. Mo and him. “They’re with me,” Mia was even seeing off a girl who’d been dancing a bit close. “See?” she grinned at him and Mo, as the girl moved away to safer territory, “you’re the hottest guys around.” She’d had a few drinks and was looking a bit wild. That would also be why she was calling him hot, he could only guess. She’d got them into a licensed restaurant and now into this club, and was...
Strawberry pancakes and maple syrup! What a thing to have for breakfast! Epic. It was incredibly serious why they were here, but Grace couldn’t help being excited. San Francisco. America. This huge hotel with all glass and so much space, including a huge swimming pool that she’d had a swim in already with Mia. It was true: everything WAS bigger over here. She was looking forward to driving down to Mountain View in their dark red ‘rental’. She played with pronouncing it ‘rennle’ in her head....
There was one big problem of course. “Can you drive?” Mia asked Paul. “Not really,” he gave a little grimace. “But you know about lanes and signs and lights and everything like that? Where we’re supposed to go?” “Yeah I guess so.” “Okay,” Mia was more decisive than ever as the tension rose. “We’ll do it between us. Grace you’re driving, as long as the seat goes forward enough for you. You just work out the controls. It’s an automatic at least. Paul you go in the passenger seat telling...
Grace could only shake her head mutely. How was she supposed to know where she was? Somewhere in Cuba, for some reason. “You’re in Penny Lane,” sneered Boris. He didn’t seem to mind losing his sleep. Grace stared at the box. She had no idea where Penny Lane was, though obviously this wasn’t a lane. “First of all there was Strawberry Fields,” he smirked, “because it was Forever. Forever as in: you never leave. Now there’s Penny Lane, which is kinda down a lane, and luxury believe me, by...
As the door locked behind her Grace turned on the light and burst into tears. Those people! They just had no feelings at all. She could cry, that was okay. Anyone would, after that. In fact it was weird how she hadn’t felt like crying while it was going on ... well Xenia wouldn’t have cared and Boris would’ve got off on it. But she had to not be a victim. Well, she could be a victim, as long as she worked at stopping being a victim. And she wasn’t here as a victim anyway: she was here as a...
Grace turned off the Trackimo, after another five-minute burst, that Mia would see. She’d be in Florida perhaps, looking for a boat. Time to make breakfast. While she ate she went back to watching the TV, with its nice people out there in the ordinary world, who didn’t know what was happening in this secret world, that might change everybody’s lives forever. What could she do? What should she be focusing on? There wasn’t any point focusing on Xenia and Boris, just because they were...
The fallout from the discovery of the blossoming affair between then forty-seven-year-old Amala Gupta and her son's seventeen-year-old friend Patrick Lawton was far-reaching.Firstly Patrick was devastated at the enforced break up and his feelings lasted throughout the school summer holiday and into his important final year at school, affecting his schoolwork. It also cost him his friendship with Amala's son Sunil and whilst some at school had admiration for him bedding a much older woman others...
InterracialI had the hot for Saeeda, a friend of my wife. She had a great personality; she was funny and also very intelligent. On top of all that, she had a body that screamed for sex, full and luscious. My wife didn’t know it, but I really liked Saeeda. Saeeda was the mother of three teenaged children. At 38 years of age with three kids, Saeeda was still an attractive woman. Her large breasts had not yet started to sag, and her wide hips were not unattractively wide or flabby. On the contrary, she...
Sarah was stoked at the house she got. She was fresh out of college, and was able to score a three-bedroom for 200. She was worried, however, that the real estate bubble might pop and leave her underwater. She asked the bank for an assumable mortgage, but they declined in light of her rather low down payment. In her desperation to avoid jingle mail, she blurted out a suggestion that would change her life forever. "How about I mortgage my clothes instead of the house," she suggested. "Uhhh, I...
FetishPart One “Look what I’ve got,” giggled Bron, Always the quickest of the two in spotting, noticing, thinking, doing and acting on things. Triumphantly she held up a noisily sealed package and tossing them to Tina, who caught them deftly. “Gosh well done, Paper knickers, I’d forgotten about those” Tina snickered reading the blurb on the plastic and keeping the surprise package out of sight of several people around. “One size, fifty in there, that’s enough, we’ll divide them later. Cyril...
PRESTO CHANGO 2: Twenty Years Later By Brian [email protected] It's the sort of heat that makes it hard to breathe. The heat that makes sweat collect in one's underwear and causes everything to itch. Even now, well past midnight, the swelter lurks in the poor Las Vegas suburb, tamed by the night, but not cowed. It's waiting. Biding its tisme. It is not a neighborhood where you'd like to be out and about during the day. Windows are boarded up, graffiti tags many surfaces,...
Kevin Jackson was lying on his bedroom floor, reaching for a bag under the king size bed. He reached further with his arm, but it wasn’t long enough. He found a broom in the laundry room and went back. This time he managed to pull out the bag and opened it. Inside were several smaller plastic bags with photographs. They were taken before the digital era and some were so old they had yellowed. He found the ones he was looking for and put the rest back into the bag and pushed into its corner.The...
Kevin Jackson was lying on his bedroom floor, reaching for a bag under the king size bed. He reached further with his arm, but it wasn’t long enough. He found a broom in the laundry room and went back. This time he managed to pull out the bag and opened it. Inside were several smaller plastic bags with photographs. They were taken before the digital era and some were so old they had yellowed. He found the ones he was looking for and put the rest back into the bag and pushed into its corner.The...
TabooTwenty Seven Years Later. It was called "The French Cafe" which would normally be the kind of place I would avoid but one of my co workers got me hooked on the french vanilla mocha latte. I now went there every Sunday like clockwork placing my order before sitting at my favorite table near the back. I would read my Sunday paper and watch the happenings in the small town I called my home. I didn't interact much with the people, that was my wife's job throughout our marriage, as she...
Twenty Seven Years Later. It was called "The French Cafe," which would normally be the kind of place I would avoid, but one of my co workers got me hooked on the french vanilla mocha latte. I now went there every Sunday like clockwork, placing my order before sitting at my favorite table near the back. I would read my Sunday paper and watch the happenings in the small town I called my home. I didn't interact much with the people, that was my wife's job throughout our marriage as she never met a...
MatureThis happened to our family around 10 years ago. We had been living in a small, but cozy house. My dad was moving up the ladder where he worked. As that happened, he was sent out of town on many occasions for his job. My mom was a stay at home mom, doing the normal things as, cleaning cooking and taking care of my sister and me. I was 10 and my sister was 8 at the time.I guess at my age I was beginning to be a little curious about my body. I would look at the catalogs and searched for the...
It didn't happen the first time. I'd wanted to take Debbie out but she'd said her father didn't want her to go on the date because he thought she was too young. Some years later, I found out by asking Debbie directly that the reason she didn't go on the date with me was because she was too shy. Ah, what a loss for both me and Debbie, but sometimes in life we have a chance to do things that we messed up the first time. Going out with Debbie was one such experience. I asked Debbie out...
Tina was the less pretty and younger of the sister I married but she was always wilder. She was a little thick had the biggest perky tits, nice round ass and red hair about 5 foot 7. She was a teenager when I met her and she always looked at me like she wanted me but I never even tried. She was my wife's sister and that was that. Now fast forward 20 years later.Her sister and I are divorced for 15 years now and her and I have re-connected via FB. She lives 200 miles away in the country and I'm...
Terrific Thursday: Twenty-Five Years Later By Heather St. Claire Stephanie Pangborn checked her watch for the second time. Her son Marty was running late. That didn't surprise or trouble her; Marty had a pretty busy life these days, with a wife and three children (and a grandchild due in a few weeks), plus a thriving auto body repair shop to run. She was waiting in an upscale Italian restaurant that had opened the year before. Stephanie loved the place, and feared it might be a...
Forty-two-year-old Rosemary Hendon was slightly the worse for drink as she snogged the seventeen-year-old Alan Boyle. They were in a wooded area in the grounds of the hotel at which a party was being held and the young man had his hands all over the body of the married mother of his friend. He had her blouse undone and was groping her tits as she took his erect cock from his trousers.She was sober enough to know what they were doing was wrong but drunk enough not to care and their lips were...
MatureEvents had gone close to the plan, there were many high points, some lows, one notable. Cindy was the face of major products. Men and women wanted to know, 'who it that girl?". Fresh faced, brilliant smile, sweet with a hint of sex. Then she landed a spot on a situation comedy that lasted several seasons. Nikki and Peter had negotiated well for her. When the show went into reruns we would get checks for years. Sandy had completed college and moved out to join us. She was working in...
Robin - Memories. Robin was watching the Summer Olympic Games. For the first time, there were exhibition events for 'Neo Homo Sapiens'. Specifically they included three competitions for Mermaids and four for Centaurs. For the Mermaids they had 1600m and 3 km races and synchronized swimming. The competitions for the Centaurs used the same courses and rules of the equestrian competitions - Dressage, which is basically a four legged ballet, jumping, where the Centaur would have to jump...
“Papa talk.” I looked at the nearly empty bakery with just my daughter and me baking bread. She had flour on her nose. I used my towel and wiped it off, wondering at her beautiful blonde hair. She was every bit as beautiful as her mother. And at twelve years old, she was already developing into a stunning young woman. Dani started bacon frying at the stove. “What should I say?” I asked. “We can talk all we want to.” “Is that the story of your whole life?” “Well, as the old Yankee once...
After ten years, Gail was still blonde and gorgeous, but was now a push-over.The last time I was Gail was ten years ago. We dated for a year in high school and broke up when the star quarterback asked her out. We were both s*******n at the time. We'd go to the drive-in every Saturday night and make out, but she'd never let me get to first base. I'd get a boner and have to take care of it when I got home.Then last night I bumped into her at a local bar, and she was still gorgeous!“Gail Barclay!”...
This is a true ‘how-not-to’ story and it is not erotic at all. Read at your own warning. I never had trouble with drugs or booze or any of the evils that most consider the road to ruin. I had a rough divorce where I work too hard to please my X and make the divorce pleasant. That failed. I had found a job I liked (my own business) and she wanted more income and a man with a larger check and faster car. I thought the split was to be for each of us to grow. She decided to be hateful and...
David had been running all his life, about two centuries and a half. He was one of the few immortals who walked the earth. At least he was the only one he knew of, but he had heard stories of others. David had stop aging at the age of 15, his arms and legs had stopped sprouting, and his facial hairs never grew into his baby face. The men chasing him through the alley were government agents. David knew if they captured him he’d awake on a gurney in a secret location where the government would...
I was driving cross country and had pulled off Interstate-80 in search of something more satisfying than a chain-restaurant meal. I really can’t recall much about Rick’s Café in New Paris, Indiana. But I will never forget the woman I met there. ‘I hate eating alone,’ she said. ‘Don’t you?’ ‘Why not join me?’ I asked, gesturing to the empty chair. Rachel was in her mid-20s. She had pale green eyes, an unruly mane of auburn hair, and a lithe, dancer’s body that turned half the heads in the room...
I was driving cross country and had pulled off Interstate-80 in search of something more satisfying than a chain-restaurant meal. I really can't recall much about Rick's Café in New Paris, Indiana. But I will never forget the woman I met there."I hate eating alone," she said. "Don't you?""Why not join me?" I asked, gesturing to the empty chair. Rachel was in her mid-20s. She had pale green eyes, an unruly mane of auburn hair, and a lithe, dancer's body that turned half the heads in the room as...
Love StoriesThe wine was delicious. We headed upstairs so your wife could finish giving me the tour, leaving you with the dishes. We catch each other’s eyes as I follow behind her. Oh, yes, her cute little ass sways seductively just out of reach, taunting me.We bump into each other, giggling and smiling. I stroke her arm as she proudly shows off your family photos – she’s positively glowing now. Our glances catch one another, there’s a sparkle in her gentle eyes. A few loose strands of hair framing her...
SeductionGrace couldn’t stop thinking about her mum’s terrible fake laugh. She and her mum had been really close since her mum had kicked her dad out. Now it was the two of them, together in the world. Grace’s one remaining parent was her only rock amidst the shifting sands of different countries and homes and schools: her mum’s job was so specialised they just had to go where it took them. Now there was this secret coming between them, and Grace didn’t like it. It was making her feel lonely and...
Mo watched Grace approach, looking excited. ‘Cute’ would be a massive understatement. “What is it?” the little beauty gasped breathlessly, “what have you found out?” “I had to do a bit of burglary,” a touch of exaggeration wouldn’t hurt, to keep that rapt expression fixed on him, “then I used Call History, and the time I overheard him, to track it down. And the guy was in his Contacts so I’ve got his name and even his email. No address though, it wasn’t there.” “So who is he? Where does he...
Mo rode in a fury through the car park after Grace. It was just typical of that brazen Italian bitch hoe that she’d tricked him into saying he already had a bike, so that he’d be the only one on a mountain bike, with its huge, slow knobbly tyres, while everyone else had a road-racing bike. He didn’t even have cleats on his shoes, so he could only push the pedals on the downstroke while the girls could power the upstroke too. They’d pulled that trick on Paul as well, he could see. Well ......
The four members of the gang each rode into school the next morning with different things on their minds. Mo nearly didn’t go into school at all. In fact he nearly didn’t even get out of bed, he felt so bad. But he had to get up or his mother would tell everybody and that would make everything even worse. He kept replaying his imam’s words in his head: ‘Learn from being used’; ‘Why did she do it’? Being used was certainly the worst feeling ever. It made him feel like ... worthless. But what...
“Hello,” the alien replied! It wasn’t a helmet: she had bright pink hair, or red almost, that glittered metallically. It was woven into six tendril-like plaits, shoulder length, three each side. “You speak English!” Grace was shocked. The alien thought a moment before replying slowly: “We learn,” she said, “come in.” She stood back and waved Grace into the little grey house. “Hello,” smiled Grace to the two other aliens - the front door had opened straight into the living room. These...
“Wow you have a big room,” Mo looked round. All kinds of girlie scents flooded his senses, presumably emanating from that big dresser with tiny bottles and makeup things all over it. It was all luxurious. “Well mum and dad both work, you know, and they’re both quite senior I think, so...” “Your mom and dad seemed pretty cool about you having guys in here,” Paul was looking at the bed. Maybe it was left over from previous owners or something? Otherwise what kind of parents would get their...
The next afternoon, Thursday, they were all back in the gloomy, secret little stone house with the aliens, and this time Grace’s mum was there too along with their erstwhile quarry Claude Simon. Grace knew the story, the basics anyway, and was waiting to see what Mia made of it and to hear it from the aliens themselves. Dr Simon had smiled at them, with his longish hair and little beard, and told them to call him ‘Claude’. He was obviously a kind person. He’d said it was rather clever how...
After dinner they were all tired again, and only Claude was allowed in the bar, so they were all retiring to their rooms. Grace had wondered about inviting the others to watch TV in their room, but Mia wasn’t showing any sign of doing that, so she didn’t. She suspected Mia would be wanting her to try on her new pyjamas, since she’d actually said how she was looking forward to it! They were shorts and a short-sleeved jacket; plain sky blue, but in a faux silk that was very thin and soft. On a...