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The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa’s Christmas Story, The Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series, Teresa’s Summer Race, The Trilogy series, Dark Side Of The Force series, Caught In The Act...
Folks residing at Grove are lucky to create distinct locksmith options to their challenges, they may be now less worried to shield their individual and commercial properties from theft. Locksmiths Grove options and products are a kind of boon to help the individuals dwelling within the city. There have been quite a few corporations involved in generating the life extra comfy for the individuals. Comprehend their concerns linked to the security of their properties, corporations create and style...
Chapter Four: The Grove ==================================================== Jim and Mitch followed Detective Singh along the cracked concrete sidewalk. As they moved away from Barnes's house they could see Singh start to regain some of his equilibrium. The cul-de-sac itself was not very large, but with all of the fenced in yards of the houses lining the little street they had already decided that it would just be easier to go around to where the far end of the little patch of...
Stella Harris walked onto her front terrace and placed the large tray of teapots, cups, saucers and accompaniments required to serve tea to her five seated guests. Stella Harris was the unofficial head of the unofficial Maple Grove residents association and today was a day for a coming together.Maple Grove was a ten year old gated community of just 9 bespoke homes in a leafy suburb of Boston and home to some of New England’s white upper middle class where husbands were generally stockbrokers...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa’s Christmas Story, The Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series, Teresa’s Summer Race, The Trilogy series, Dark Side Of The Force series, Caught In The Act...
A story about one families bid to conquer Boston’s Elite A Fantasy created by Ted Guy based on an idea by Julie Van.Chapter 1. The new family. Stella Harris walked onto her front terrace and placed the large tray of teapots, cups, saucers and accompaniments required to serve tea to her five seated guests. Stella Harris was the unofficial head of the unofficial Maple Grove residents association and today was a day for a coming together.Maple Grove was a ten year old gated community of just 9...
It began as a Birthday party for a 15 year old girl. In Latin America, that party is known as a Quince, somewhat similar to a Sweet 16 right of passage, only a year earlier, perhaps because Latin girls feel they mature a bit earlier. It was a somewhat formal event. The girls were mostly between 14 and 16, and were dressed in evening party dresses. Most were low cut, in order to reveal whatever cleavage the girl had; and were tight in order to show the girls waists, asses, and legs. The boys...
[This story has no explicit sex in it. If descriptive sex is why you want to read a story, read a different story. This story is about making a difference with, by and for friends. It’s just a story, until you and I make it true.] None of what happened was planned, at least not by me and certainly not by Ron. Ron turned seventy on May the twelfth last year. Everyone living in the Aspen Grove section of the Colorado Sunset Hills Retirement Community attended the party for him. He and Emma, his...
Cont'd from chapter 5Stella Harris lay in her freshly drawn bubble bath and drank several gulps from her glass of red wine, hoping that a combination of warm soothing water and alcohol would quell the stinging sensation she had down below. She has spent the afternoon at the Jackson’s house where Lenny and Michelle had both fucked her mercilessly. She had been made to impale herself on Lenny’s huge cock and let Michelle fuck her virgin arsehole with a big black strap on dildo, all of which had...
A story about one black family’s bid to conquer Boston’s EliteA Fantasy created by Ted Guy based on an idea by Julie Van.(Please read previous chapters to get maximum enjoyment).Chapter 6 - Stella comes through........continued from Chap 5Stella Harris lay in her freshly drawn bubble bath and drank several gulps from her glass of red wine, hoping that a combination of warm soothing water and alcohol would quell the stinging sensation she had down below. She has spent the afternoon at the...
My name is Sahebji. This is not my given name but everyone knows be by this name only. I am a freelance commercial artist. This incident took place when I was about 30 years old. The names have been changed for obvious reason and the circumstances modified to suit, otherwise everything else is as it happened. Between assignments, I decided to visit an old college friend R. Kumar. His friends called him RK. RK lived in a village not too far from where I lived. RK was a big zamindar (landlord)...
The Pine Grove Mall was a boring little strip mall right off of Route 90. Did solid business, had a decent amount of variety to its stores, but was just otherwise unremarkable in an unremarkable town. In the course of a single day, that would all change. -- Below the mall, a crew was working on the storm drains. It was a hard day of clearing up minor clogs and cleaning out trash before it turned into a problem. Their work was soon interrupted by a beeping sound coming from a worker's...
FantasyAuthors note. I've been playing with this idea on and off for ages and have never felt quite happy with the ending but I'm flummoxed as to what to do with it so any idea's would be more than welcome. It was written more as a way of putting an idea down, so if anyone wants to take the idea of the graduate repayment scheme I have come up with and run with you are more than welcome. Groves By Trish The Graduate Repayment Acts were brought in as a response to the growing number of...
The Story Lady Darnell, well muffled against the sharp winter weather in her fur coat and thick velvet dress, entered the church accompanied by her ladies-in-waiting and made her sedate way to the reserved family pew. The gathered commoners of the estate waited in respectful silence as the unusually unsmiling Lady took her place before nodding to the Reverend Father, granting him permission to begin his service. One of the privileges of her station was not having to wait, not even in the...
Her breath came in gasps and shuddering sighs, as her breast rose and fell with every quivering sensation. The young girl’s arms and legs were held each by a beautiful woman; completely naked except for the velvety purple shrouds that draped over their lithe figures. Those who held her hands, caressed them against their bodies, allowing the eager finger’s of the prostrate girl to explore freely while, the lower arm was held fast with both hands. Her legs were restrained from the thigh and both...
SupernaturalA story about one families bid to conquer Boston’s EliteA Fantasy created by Ted Guy based on an idea by Julie Van.Chapter 3Dear readers, the story continues of a black family's bid to conquer Boston's white middle classes. Please read pervious chapters here for maximum enjoyment. Hopefully this tale is being well received. Some feedback would be nice.Inside Maple GroveChapter3 - Penetration time.Michelle Jackson had been joined in the hot tub by her daughter Abbey and Stella Harris and they...
A story about one black family’s bid to conquer Boston’s EliteA Fantasy created by Ted Guy based on an idea by Julie Van.(Please read previous chapters to get maximum enjoyment).Chapter 7 - Cuckold time.continued from Chap 6…….Several days after her visit to the Jackson’s Sophie was sitting having dinner at home with her husband Adam. Things were still a little frosty between them but she was now making the effort to create a nice atmosphere between them as Stella had been in touch and made...
A story about one black family’s bid to conquer Boston’s EliteA Fantasy created by Ted Guy based on an idea by Julie Van.(Please read previous chapters to get maximum enjoyment).Chapter 7 - Cuckold time.continued from Chap 6…….Several days after her visit to the Jackson’s Sophie was sitting having dinner at home with her husband Adam. Things were still a little frosty between them but she was now making the effort to create a nice atmosphere between them as Stella had been in touch and made...
A story about one black family’s bid to conquer Boston’s EliteA Fantasy created by Ted Guy based on an idea by Julie Van.(Please read previous chapters to get maximum enjoyment).Chapter 8 - Double delightcontinued from Chap 7…….Michelle Jackson was sitting on her terrace enjoying the weather and some tea contemplating taking a dip in the hot tub to ease away the aches of the day. Although she didn’t actually do very much “hands on” treatment anymore, in the private physiotherapy practice she...
Charlie hated doing chores, she knew she'd much rather be out playing in the fields, running through the tall grass, or swimming down in the river, what she envisioned a normal fourteen year old girl should be doing. However she also knew they had to be done. Even before the sun was up Charlie was. She had to feed the chickens, milk the cows, and collect the eggs needed for breakfast. So was life on the farm along the banks of the Grove River and she accepted it, most of the time that is....
We fell into a wonderful rut the next day. When we woke, Debby and I would screw once or twice, then get up and go to breakfast. Then we would change into swimsuits and head for the beach. At lunch, we would have something on the boardwalk, and maybe do some browsing in the multitude of shops along it. Then back to the beach until early afternoon. Afterward we’d head back to our room, where we’d take a shower together, making sure to wash sand out of every possible crevice. Sometimes we’d...
John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it, the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...
John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it; the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...
Straight SexAuthor’s note: I did not expect I was going to post my short stories on this site. They tend to be tragic, and Letters from an angel is no exception. It’s strange, I want my short stories to be powerful enough to punch someone in the gut. They probably aren’t, not yet, but I’m quite sure that there’s a glimmer of profoundness in each one of them. At least that what I tell myself. I want to make you think when you read this. Write your thoughts in the comments. Gift your insights and perhaps...
This story contains material that could be deemed offensive. If you are under 18 or easily offended, stay away. ----------------------------------------------- Letters ------------------- By Darkside. (c) [email protected] Comments to [email protected] After the horror of Incubus and the sweeping epic of Fury I've decided to write something a little lighter and shorter. Besides I owe Vickie Tern this story as part of a bet I lost :-( Before you ask, I know the...
I met Lisa when I was twenty-two and it was love at first sight for me. I had broken my ankle in a mountain biking accident and she was the nurse who helped put the cast on for me. She was blond, gorgeous and had a captivating personality. I loved her despite the fact that she was a widow who was five years older than me and had a ten-year-old daughter, Jackie. Lisa had become pregnant with Jackie when she was sixteen. She had married her rich college boyfriend rather than give up Jackie. A...
TabooYou've only been here a few weeks, just long enough to figure out a few of the basics relative to self-preservation. Your cell, which even now doesn't actually feel as though it's your cell, is the very last one on the edge of "No Man's Land" in the middle of the tier, "the tracks," as They call it, located just before the section of black cells begins. You've been hearing rumors about being grabbed by the Black Inmates, but you feel that you're in less danger as long as you're still...
LETTER XVII You would have been somewhat surprised, my dear Charlie, at the sudden end to my last letter, but it was already unconscionably long. I was tired and had still to tell of the delicious proceedings of that night, so I determined to withhold them for another letter. With this explanation, I shall resume the current of my amorous adventures. I left off after having inserted my bursting prick into the divine bottom-hole of the beautiful youth while dear Mamma, who was similarly...
You may well scold me for my prolonged silence, for it is nearly a month since I sent you what you call the most damnably exciting letter you ever read. The truth is that our repeated orgies, at last, became too much for me. The one I last described inaugurated a series of others, much too repetitious for me to reiterate them over and over again, even if the laziness produced by such excesses had allowed me to sit down and pen a letter long enough to occupy hours in the mere mechanical...
I cut short my last long letter as I was really too tired to write more at the time. Our dinner party was of the gayest. The lovely evening and the softened light of the waning moon, which had only risen as we left, unusually late, from the dinner table, drew us to the terrace, and Sophie and I soon began to wander away from it, with the benevolent intent of favoring Louisa and Tom. We led the way to the nearest summer-house, and left them to their own enjoyment, keeping watch the while to...
The graphic and stimulating account that dear girl Louisa gave me of her encounter with her mother's handsome young page, and the fire of lust that flashed from her eyes as the exciting details flowed from her lips, set me all aflame with such a raging lust (and such an erect and hard cock) that I thought it would burst open my trousers to cool its burning ardor. Louisa, whose eyes were too sharp not to have observed the effect of her lively de***********ion upon me, placed her body between...
Another break in the narrative: Harry resumes his correspondence with Charlie where he joins Louisa's family at breakfast. As you may well imagine, my dear friend, after the wild excesses I had just experienced, I was ready enough to sink into the arms of Morpheus. So just giving a chuckle over the successful start that I had made as a participator in the incestuous joys of this delightful family, I sank into deep a slumber and slept the sleep of the just. We were all late for breakfast the...
While Fred and I were lounging in the delightful shade on the terrace, a neighboring young gentleman, a connection of the family, called to ascertain the particulars of the marriage day. Seeing Fred, he came up to us and stated his errand, and so he and Fred went off to consult with Mamma. I saw dear Louisa looking out from an upper balcony of the house, apparently intensely gazing at some object in the distance. I called to her and she turned for an instant, shaking her hand at me, as much...
LETTER XVI Harry's de***********ion of Louisa's and Tom's departure for their honeymoon is lacking. Her absence is felt. We had a rather silent dinner, the absence of dear Louisa weighing upon us, and we missed the liveliness and wit for which she was distinguished. After coffee we sat down to a quiet game of whist, previous to which Fred had seized the opportunity of our going together to the terrace to tell me that his father had whispered to Sophie that he should sleep with her that...
It may readily be supposed that I was much more inclined to sleep than to be up and active. So I rang my bell and told them to bring me a cup of coffee and a biscuit. Under the pretence of a bilious headache, I begged them also not to disturb me for breakfast, but to make my excuses and request that I might be left in quiet, as I had had a very restless night, which was true enough. So after allaying my exhaustion with a delicious cup of cafe au lait, I sank into the deepest and most...
Having left Louisa's bedroom and crept back to my own. At dawn, I was awakened by soft lips sweetly sucking mine. It was my darling Louisa. 'Harry, my love, you must surely have slept enough we are just going to have luncheon.' 'Indeed, is it so late?' said I returning her embrace. Her hand wandered beneath my clothes and encountered my lordly prick in all its glory. She squeezed it with her soft hand and I pulled her into bed with me, gently pushing her down upon it and lifting up her...
At last, the day arrived when my beloved Louisa and I were to proceed to her father's house. We had purposely named to all our friends in Paris the day before that on which we were really expected at her home so that we might stay on the road and have one last night of uninterrupted indulgence in our passionate love of each other. We fixed upon the pretty village of Rosny, not far from the Vernon Station, for the place of our last delicious sole enjoyment of our lascivious revels in love's...
The next day, shortly after our arrival at home, Mamma disappeared. We knew it was to enjoy her charming page and to give him her first fruits after her late clearing out. Sophie slyly asked if Fred and I would not like to follow so good an example. After such a challenge, we could not but accept it. So going up to the hut where I had first enjoyed her after her loving Papa had taken precedence, we gratified the dear creature with two double fucks, each enjoying both channels. After which we...
"...how can Sky not live happily ever after?" Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 16 and Epilogue © 2008 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday, May 26th (Morning) Hi, Marsh It's your Sister!! :) You around, Marsha? I still haven't heard from you, I guess 'cuz of the holiday, and things come up. Anyway, I did...
I got back to my room without being observed, chuckling over the fact that I was now completely initiated in all the mysteries of the family, and was an accepted participator in all the exquisite excesses of their incestuous intercourse; yet still there wanted the complete enlightenment of both Papa and Mamma as to my relations with both Fred and Sophie. Mamma, who was as capricious as a young beauty of twenty, had taken a fancy to have Fred the following night, and Papa had been so...
Immediately on our return to Colorado, I tried to follow the instructions Uncle Bert had given me through the nun in Santa Fe. I guess I was surprised he had used a nun. I did not think about it at the time, but she was probably the only woman he ever met he did not try to boink. Then, maybe he did. I thought the third house was Aspen since Uncle Bert bought it after he bought the two ranch houses. I spent four days tearing the place apart. Nothing. Then, I went back and checked the legal...
Hannah picked up the letters which the postman had just delivered. In amongst the usual collection of junk mail was a handwritten envelope. Hannah smiled as she recognised the handwriting and, carefully opening the envelope, removed the letter inside. She unfolded the letter and read it: "Dearest Hannah, We've known each other for as long as I can remember and, in that time, I've seen you grow from the vulnerable and confused child into the beautiful, self-assured woman that you...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 7 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Monday, April 28th (noon) Hi, Marsh, I'm banished to my room by the cleaning lady again. Nah-uh, he didn't really grab me and hold or anything -- just sort of tried to hug, but rough. And I could have asked his mom or brother for my bike, but just didn't want to. And I looked...
You might well be pleased with my last letter but you have merited your own reprimand. You confess to having read it with too much action of the hand, not expecting any such very racy termination, and that when it came to such delicious mouth-fucking you were obliged to spend all over your dressing-gown. All I can say is don’t do so anymore, but come over to see me, and I will do it for you as you did it for me when we crept into each other’s beds at school. But I have more adventures to...
I was obliged to break off my last letter, as the recollection of those two lovely creatures posing their naked and beautiful forms, all unconscious of a witness to their incestuous proceedings was too exciting for me to continue the de***********ion that day. Now that I am in a cooler mood, I will give you further details of the delicious scenes of which I was an eye-witness. A few minutes passed in mutual admiration of their enchanting forms. Louisa then taking the splendid prick of her...
I found myself the guest of the most charming and agreeable family. The father was a fine, handsome man of fifty-one years of age. His wife, quite younger to him, was becoming plump. She was, however, evidently in the full force of health and strength, and although somewhat too prominent in bosom and belly, one could see by her remarkably fine arms how firm her flesh was. It was evident also that her arse must be of stupendous proportions. Her step was firm and elastic, her feet small, and...
A gap in the correspondence occurs here; Louisa has returned and Tom and she are meeting at Harry’s studio I closed my last letter with an intimation that we turned in for a delicious night. It was so in fact. My darling Louisa, like all her sex who have committed infidelity to us, seemed to grow doubly loving and endearing in her caresses. I don’t think we ever enjoyed a more delicious or lengthened fuck than we had after our first endearing embraces. Louisa excelled herself in the...
I ended my last letter at a moment of utter prostration from the excess of lubricity I was then describing. Since then dear Louisa has devoted several days to ourselves, as well as three or four to Tom. We managed for her apparently to leave the house, but in reality to slip back into a snug little room. I then got rid of Tom very rapidly, and gratified that dear girl’s letch in fresh fucking her while still awash with all the plenteous streams of sperm that Tom had injected into her. I...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Introduction & Part 1 © 2008 by Jan S INTRODUCTION: Last spring these letters began showing up in my email. I thought the address had been typed wrong and sent a reply warning the writer, but it bounced back as undeliverable. I know that seems impossible, but the letters are here, and I think the wed holds many weird gremlins. Last night I decided that,...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 10 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Wednesday, May 7 (early afternoon) Hi-s, Marsh, Working hard? OK here's your break for the Sky Update. :)) But I don't really know what I can tell you about since just last night really. Well, the shoes I got today. OK, so, Ms Y. didn't tons of time this time, but I wound up...
June 19, 1978 I slept reasonably well despite the dream and despite the knowledge that the letters would likely arrive while I was at work. I did my usual morning routine with shower and breakfast, checked the pool, and unloaded the dishwasher, something that was usually Jeff’s job. Dad was going to drop me at work instead of me riding my bike, because the girls would be bringing me home. Unfortunately, things weren’t busy at the deli and I had a lot of time to think. Too much time, really....
LETTER FROM HOBSON BENDDear Shoeblossom:I've enjoyed the letters I've read, and I wanted to tell you of my unique relationship with my dominant wife, Beatrix, "Trix" for short.I am Doctor Lionel Lithgow, author of 20 books...University professor of physics... And president of the biggest quantum physics research facility in the Western Hemisphere...But at home I'm just a little slave-bitch!I met Trixie when my old girlfriend, Ariadne, took me to a Renaissance faire.Most of the event was just...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 8 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Sunday, May 4th (morning) Hi there, Marsh!! OK, I'm all rested up, had my Cheerios (Honeynut, course), and ready to tell you all about Kaezee. That's from her initials, but she spells it out like that but sometimes puts a capital Z in the middle, and she says the boy in her...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 2 © 2008 by Jan S ________________________________________________________ Wednesday, April 2nd (night) Hi!! That was all pretty lame, huh? But I couldn' say, "Hey, there's a bug on your shoulder," in an email, could I? Yeah, I know you don't really need custody things now you're eighteen -- just didn't think of it. And I'm glad we're...
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Welcome to another edition of 'Letters To Santa', the show where yours truly reads letters from viewers like you on the air. Now before we get to this weeks' letters, Santa wants all of you to know that this past year has been one for the ages, and not in a good way. As I'm certain many of you already know, Santa has had a few legal problems I had to deal with. You may recall on last years' Christmas show, I threatened to burn down the house of a man named Jay, from New York. Well...
HumorHo! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas! And welcome to another episode of Letters To Santa, the show where I read letters form viewers like you on the air. Now before I read this weeks letters, I've got some old business to address. First is the investigation by the authorities about my workshop claiming that it was a sweatshop staffed by children working for little or no pay. Seriously? Staffed by children? I guess they've never seen elves before. Well anyway, that's been resolved. Santa only had to pay...
Humor*** He wrote no more about his life, he hadn’t even told me, ‘his wife,’ or ‘his children’ that he’d writing this letter. I only learned about this after his death, and our solicitor gave me a copy as instructed by him. So let me add my half penny’s worth to his story if I may, not about his earlier life, I wasn’t there for that. But considering the things you read in the paper, or hear on the news about abused children, I must say I was very impressed by the way he turned out. But what I...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 4 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Wednesday, April 9th (night) Really? You missed my letters? I thought for sure I was boring you for sure by now. Nothing much has happened here really, yeah I got my hair cut at that place with Ms Y, and the girls got me another present too, another top. They are...