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Chapter Two Dancers are More than DancingI settled myself in to a chair at a table where I was far enough from the stage to be unobtrusive but close enough not to offend. My days watching strippers were long gone, and while it had been a source of visual stimulation and pleasure, it wore thin as I drank beer less and less. Oddly it felt weird to order wine in a peeler bar, and my bladder could not handle copious amounts of beer anymore.I had timed my arrival so that I would be seated with a...
Greg Masterson had asked me to use whatever influence I had with the ballet company to help the dancer, Jennifer Maisten. I also knew this would please Stephanie who had put Masterson up to this in the first place. I knew that Jennifer was a criminal who had embezzled money from the company. When the public prosecutor had declined to prosecute her, the company had launched a successful private prosecution. The company then was empowered to pass sentence on Jennifer within the statutory...
There are several things from my younger years that I simply don't remember…. Memories of when I was little, going to school, and summer vacations are just a blur… but there are certain things that are burned into my memory that even 16 years later I remember as if they happened yesterday. This is especially true when it relates to the sexual experiences that I had when I was younger. I'm not talking about sitting back and reminiscing about the first girlfriend I banged in the back of my dad's...
IncestWhen the dancer pulled his cock out of Kathy's cunt and got off the bed I could see the gaping hole between her legs and I'd swear that if I was kneeling in front of her with a flashlight I could have looked up that tunnel and counted her teeth. I watched as it slowly closed, squeezing out a glob of cum as it did. Kathy lay spent on the bed and watched as the dancer got dressed. What happened next I would not have seen had I been in the guestroom where I was supposed to be. The dancer...
"Oh yeah, oh fuck," Clay whimpered to himself as he frantically jerked his cock from his hiding place in the utility closet inside the girls' locker room.He had found himself following Bree after he had run into her on campus during his post-practice cooldown. After that very brief encounter, she had pointedly and explicitly told him how bad it would be if he followed her into the locker room. She had given some very specific details about how wrong it would be to sneak into the utility closet...
Group SexSuper Michelle wanting revenge for getting caught last time returning back to Shadow Dancers lair. Ready for some payback.....Super Michelle Crashes though the Lair ceiling. Landing noisily in the throne room. her heels cracking the floor under the might impact."We meet again Shadow Dancer! This time you will go back to jail!" - she yells to the villainessShadow Dancer YOU! glares back at you as you land not too far away. YOU AGAIN!Super Michelle Yes! Surrender now or face my power!"Shadow...
Part 9 Submission of Supergirl.(( After escaping from Shadow Dancers lair Super Michelle goes back to try to catch the Black Lanterness.))Super Michelle Crashes though the Lair ceiling. Landing noisily in the throne room. her heels cracking the floor under the might impact."We meet again Shadow Dancer! This time you will go back to jail!" - she yells to the villainessShadow Dancer YOU! glares back at you as you land not too far away. YOU AGAIN!Super Michelle Yes! Surrender now or face my...
Introduction: A young mans adventure as a paper boy Chronicles of a Paper Boy by Dunchad This is a tale of what happened to me when I was a paperboy in my neighborhood. It involved delivering the free local newspaper to my road, and the one adjacent. I never used to enjoy this round until one, rather eventful day. Usually I would deliver my papers around the late afternoon, but one Thursday I had an early dentist appointment. So for a change I began delivering at about 1ish. So I...
Hello All, This is a purely personal story and for the first time ever on this site though I have been reading here for a long time. However, I find that the quality of the stories have been degrading by the day. In that view, I have decided to give it a try by myself. My story – I will try to make it a series. The reason is simple. This is a narration of multiple events that occurred and in which I was involved with a woman for more than 4 years. Hence, there will be a lot of details that will...
Chronicles ??????????????? -1-Fantoura, Monday February 3rd, 1997. 1:14 AM.Hello diary! This is pam writing to you. it likes to call itself "slave slut filthy piece of shit; pam" and it doesn't like to use the first pronoun when referring to itself. it simply uses "it" because this is how a slave should refer to itself and pam is a slave deep inside. it is writing this on its PC while sitting on a bottle in a very painful and humiliating position. it is stark naked although it is...
Chapter 2 In the darkness of night when everyone had finally entered their dream world, Grim stood up from his bed, wore his shoes and walked outside of his house silently. It was a full moon today and the forest was especially beautiful bathed in the white moonlight. The cool night wind was flowing peacefully, making his jet black hair flutter occasionally as well. But, he didn't have time to appreciate the beauty of his surroundings. He was clearly in a hurry, after leaving the stone...
"B" IS FOR GIRL Chapter 5: "B" is for Ballroom Dancer I didn't have to wait until the following Wednesday to find out what "ballroom" was. On Saturday, after breakfast, mummy told me we were going shopping in town. "We're going to get you a lovely new dress," she said. "For your ballroom dancing lessons." "Ballroom... dancing?" I said. "But mummy, I already do ballet dancing." "I know you do," mummy replied. "And now you're going to do ballroom dancing as well. I hope you're...
Just a true short story about my recent Birthday surprise.It was the day of my Birthday and whilst opening the presents from my wife she announced that she had arranged a party that evening to celebrate.The party was to be in the large converted cellar of our house and was to be attended by lots of our close friends, colleagues and neighbours.I had converted our once dark damp cellar into a sort of games area and bar with soft lighting and a superb sound system that was a great place to have a...
ExhibitionismChapter 1 The world officially ended on 22nd,September, 2018.(About the time I started to write this book ;-P) This catastrophic event was later on known as the refringement. The start of the refringement was marked by a deep purple Aurora that covered the whole Earth. Soon after the appearance of the Aurora, each and every electronic device and electrical appliance was rendered useless. The people at that time confused this as a large scale EMP burst that was caused due to a large solar...
1:25. 4th period. Tom sat behind his desk in the corner as he waited for his next group of students to start filing in for their first class after lunch. They were never very focused this time of day, and on more than one occasion he'd caught a student nodding off during class.At least this group was his senior class. The freshmen he taught during the other four periods were a lot more rowdy. Such a weird mixture of childish pranks and teen drama to contend with, always some new issue he didn't...
TeenIntroduction: A wifes fantasy about being a topless dancer or a porn Star almost comes true! My Wife a Topless Dancer or a Porn Star The Cherry Pit A GO GO topless Bar and My wife Jane. Most of this story is true as my wife actually did apply for a job as a topless dancer and could have went to work dancing as one! I almost always stopped at the Cherry pit on my way home, I was never there very long, just long enough to get a nice hard on. The women were almost always attractive friendly...
Bob Willington was on the set the first day Tammy Leigh showed up, and he quickly made her feel welcome and introduced her to the man who would be directing her first adult fuck movie. His name was Stan Hardy, and he took Tammy over to makeup and let the specialists there start getting Tammy ready for her role while he described to her what the film was about and what her role in it would entail. "We're actually going to use your exotic dancer experience, Tammy, and I hope you won't mind...
Tammy Leigh quickly moved into her newfound work as a porn film star. She actually found herself loving the ability to not only perform on camera but to also have sex with some of the hottest sexiest men in the porn film industry in her work. Some suggested that she consider changing her name and assuming an even sexier "porn film name" but Tammy said she was already well known as Tammy Leigh and that she wanted to continue to do work as an exotic dancer so she'd just keep her real...
The next night, Tammy Leigh's dance routines were even hotter than the night before and as in the old days, she occasionally noticed that several of the girls were in the sidelines there, watching her as she performed and got undressed before her audience. Tammy Leigh was really enjoying being back in her old haunts and she was enjoying the popularity her dancing at the club was giving her and the large enthusiastic crowds that were coming to see her dance. She wondered how many people were...
I was born and raised in a rural county in the hills of Tennessee. My parents named me Brian Patrick Donovan after my two grandfathers. The youngest child, I had two older brothers and two older sisters. Daddy worked in a sawmill and drove a log truck on the side. Mom was a stay-at-home housewife until I started school. Then she got a job at a poultry processing plant. Both of my parents worked hard to support our family. We always had enough to eat and clean clothes in good repair even if...
The Cherry Pit A GO GO topless Bar and My wife Jane. Most of this story is true as my wife actually did apply for a job as a topless dancer and could have went to work dancing as one! I almost always stopped at the Cherry pit on my way home, I was never there very long, just long enough to get a nice hard on. The women were almost always attractive friendly and very new at dancing topless as the pit was one of the first dance club in our local area! Being young and almost always...
Daughter Lap Dancer Let me start out by telling you about my wife Skyler. She likes to be called Sky. Her parents were hippies back in the late sixties and the early seventies. She could have been called Moon, Flower, Wind, or River for that matter. When I first met Sky she was an exotic dancer at a very nice bar in upstate New York. She was the headliner. She could do things with her body that no other girl on stage could, plus she could actually dance. Sky had taken dance lessons...
Introduction: The fantasy and reality of Being a Topless Dancer The Cherry Pit A GO GO topless Bar and My wife Jane I almost always stopped at the Cherry pit on my way home, I was never there very long, just long enough to get a nice hard on. Being young and almost always horny plus having a beautiful young wife that was equally horny and willing, made it easy for me to fuck her brains out every chance I got. I would almost always arrive home with a very stiff bulge and would grab Jane and...
DANCER by Jacki Pett This was absurd. They had made him get out there and audition every day now, for a week. He was obviously better than the rest of these awkward excuses for dancers. They were amateurs compared to him. He was the best they had, man or woman. Why did they waste his time like this? He had better things to do. Brian had quite an ego. He was elated to have finally made it to the stages of San Francisco and was looking forward to landing the part. He was...
Jefferson Darcy could not believe it. He was at the nudie bar while Marcy was at work, like usual. When a new dancer came out on stage. The new stripper was his gorgeous, blonde, teenage neighbor, Kelly Bundy. Jefferson had seen Kelly in various states of un-dress since he had moved in with Marcy, but never like this. The music blared from the sound system as she stepped out onto the tiny stage in the middle of the bar. This was not the usual bar that he would frequent with his best friend and...
Nantyglo Rugby Club.After having had a great time at their Christmas do, Jane and her best friend Linda often called in for a drink at Nantyglo Rugby Club. They were both made very welcome and as a result they sometimes even went to watch Nantyglo's home games on a Saturday afternoon. The sight of all those young fit young men running and rolling in the mud was as good an excuse as any to join them for a drink later.Jane was aware that Nantyglo Rugby Club had not had a very good season. In fact...
Tasteful Glamour They Said?!Jane stood unclothed before the full length mirror. Her full breasts and long legs would take the breath away from any man. Another change of clothes before the next session with the photographers. Seeing herself naked made her ask herself, what the photographers would make of her if the perverts got the chance to see her like this, but such hadn't been agreed to and rules were rules and a contract had been signed..None of the photographers had missed a trick in...
A Very Very Nice Man....From the AAOne hour later, fully refreshed but desperately in need of a bath, Jane stood outside the services as the AA patrol-man pulled up. Winding his window down he told Jane that he'd take her back to her car on the dual-carriageway and see what he could do. As Jane stepped in to the front passenger seat of the AA van her split-front denim skirt again rode up, exposing a lot of white thigh. She saw the eyes of the AA patrol-man bulge as he tried to avert his gaze....
A 'Breakdown' and a 'Service.'Such a hot day. Burning hot. Too hot for clothes. Definitely too hot for a bra or knickers. A white thong, a 'button-up the front' denim skirt and a crocheted white top, would provide the ventilation and comfort she needed. The dual carriageway seemed endless, but still a half-hour left before she got to the shops. Trust the air-conditioning to pack in, today of all days. Jane unbuttoned her denim skirt almost to the waist, allowing the air to circulate around her...
It was about a week after Carla's return to California. I was beginning to feel a bit like the coal miner who, on being elected as an MP, turned up at the pit for his next shift because no-one had told him any different. In my case, I was supposed to be developing some sort of human centred approach to global corporate consultancy but actually I was spending a lot of time hanging around at home, cooking stuff, playing with computers, sometimes wishing I had a cat. Or some other excuse for...
The next fortnight turned out to be hectic. I spent a couple of days sorting out the CareSpan project plan, mapping out initial impressions of staff strengths and interests (from their CVs) against the organisations targets and ambitions. These would feed into the early scoping interviews with senior staff and thereafter the CastList model that would eventually produce the bulk of the outcome. Simultaneously, I was dealing with Debbie at PCW and beginning to engage with the American side of...
Moving the plot on, slightly ... And shifting the POV to Naz's perspective ... normal service resumes asap... Well, we got the money, what with Dave's friend doing her weird shit with the Chinese woman from the States, and we were in business. And, yeah, we were in business ... Dave had obviously given Debs the job of running the place day to day - she was so clearly better at it than him, had really been doing it right from the beginning, that he'd have been nuts to do anything else....
Sunday evening found me in the bar at the Albion, drinking a pint of Yates and, basically, people watching. Ms White - or Alison as she'd now decided that I should call her - had taken the car she'd hired and was driving round the local area trying to find a mobile phone signal. Which was a blessed relief - since we'd met on Euston station that afternoon we'd had a series of clashes and misunderstandings ... her insistence on travelling first class (as one "could not work in standard",...
OK ... back to Debbie's perspective, again... It was an old building, but it had been looked after with some care. In fact, as hospitals go, it had a sort of reassuring solidity, Edwardian brickwork providing a sombre background to the constant bustle of staff and patients, and the technology and infrastructure more recently bolted on. And there was a lot of technology around ... a ventilator, portable ultrasound, more beeping machines that I could not begin to identify. Even as I...
And back to Dave... I missed the call, of course, despite disentangling myself from the bed clothes and getting downstairs in record time. When I did finally find my phone, though, I saw a missed call from May, and a new voice mail. Which latter I ignored in favour of simply phoning her back ... and got her voice mail. Which was annoying, given that I knew she'd called only minutes before, but somehow not a surprise. I picked up the message instead, listening to it as Kath came down the...
Much later in the afternoon I did go back into the office, if only to say hello. As I'd expected, both Naz and Seff were about and looking extremely busy ... even before they saw me. In fact the office was pretty much as I'd left it, except that Naz had sort of expanded his workspace across both my and Debbie's desks, occupying the space with some large format print outs of code models - all heavily annotated, I noticed - while Seff's desk had accumulated a variety of accessories - in...
Another one from Debbie's point of view... The train down from Glasgow was only twenty minutes late when it got into Hartsholme, the journey giving me just enough time to package up some emotions and get back into Corporate Me mode, I thought. Phil was dead and buried, in the most literal sense of the words, and polite platitudes had been exchanged with his parents and gung-ho macho man brother. I knew – and so did they – that we would probably never meet again, nonetheless promises of...
Back to Dave Debbie phoned as I was coming into the office, took the news with equanimity. Actually, she sounded completely laid back and I felt relieved ... maybe she'd got into the rural way of doing things a little quicker than I might have expected. Then again, I'd been there myself only a few days before and I knew that the natives were friendly, the landscape lovely, the ethos relaxed. I also knew that Debbie was a sociable young woman, at heart ... and, given what she'd been...
Another eventful couple of days in Debbie's life Colin made it back to the hotel in time for breakfast. He looked crap, it had to be said, or perhaps dead would have been more accurate. Actually, watching him queasily square up to a plate of scrambled eggs – a very brain-like comestible, it occurred to me – I found my thoughts drawn to images of zombies from the horror films Phil had so loved. Admittedly, in his present state Colin would hardly have represented the more threatening variety...
This is a double header, told from Dave's point of view when the text is upright, Debbie's when it's italicised. I hope that this is clear enough (and that it works in your browser) ... and be grateful that I didn't go with the original idea of doing the whole thing in parallel columns... Friday morning and it was raining heavily as I got to Hertford Square, not in the best of moods after a series of delays on the tube had added a little extra sparkle to the joy that is commuting in...
Another double header, told from Dave's point of view when the text is upright, Debbie's when it's italicised. Saturday morning found London bathed in unexpected sunshine. Niusha was already up and about when I woke, apparently preparing breakfast, given the smell of spices emanating from the kitchen. I wondered whether I should call Debbie ... get some details about what had actually happened the previous night, but then thought better of it. I would call later but ... well, it was still...
This is all from Naz's POV - but alternating between flashback and realtime. God knows why I thought this was a good idea. It was kind of weird to be on the boat, at last, what with everything that had happened over the last few days ... not to mention the stuff that Seffi had told me on the train. Then again, it felt pretty good, too– hey, I wasn't really used to this business travel stuff, the expense account, all that shit. So we did first class on the train– another first– and now we...
Back to London ... and Debbie. But a straight narrative for a change... It was strange to get on the train back to London and an office that I'd last seen what felt like months ago. Well, it was a lifetime ago, in many ways, given that I'd subsequently lost and buried my long term partner, discovered rather a lot about my sexuality – and my capacity for forming friendships all of my own – plus, of course, gone some considerable way to relocating my life and my work to virtually the middle...
Back to Dave, at least for a while... Say what you like about hospitals but the one thing they always are is deeply boring. Well, aside from A&E, perhaps, but I bet even the people who work there find it tedious from time to time ... and I wasn't in A&E, I was in a sort of cubicle off a surgical ward, just ill enough – or at least immobile enough – to need to stay a while longer ... but not actually at death's door. They'd also stopped giving me significant amounts of opiates, so...
Friday night found me at home in the flat I'd shared with Phil, alone and with nothing very pressing to do for the first time since he'd died just a few weeks before. Everywhere there were memories, reminders of good times and bad times between us, souvenirs and mementos from things we'd done together, places we'd been ... Most of his clothes were still in the bedroom, of course, a tooth brush of his sitting in the bathroom, even his smell lingered round the place, I swear. I sat on the...
[Dave] OK, so Saturday turned out to be a complete disaster – I try not to think about it, even now – what with Niusha and Debbie falling out so spectacularly, after the latter had turned up at the flat unannounced and leapt to entirely the wrong conclusions about why the two of us happened to be more than half naked in my bedroom, my various attempts through the day to contact the woman, explain things ... not that she was answering her phones or e-mails ... and then my taking the idiots...
I almost always stopped at the Cherry pit on my way home, I was never there very long, just long enough to get a nice hard on. Being young and almost always horny plus having a beautiful young wife that was equally horny and willing, made it easy for me to fuck her brains out every chance I got. I would almost always arrive home with a very stiff bulge and would grab Jane and kiss her along with pressing myself against her. She would then say, I know where you have been, she never minded at...
Chapter 1 Jennifer DiGregorio was bored. She was still taking a few college courses at night, and working at her step-father's bank in southern New Jersey, mostly saying no to poor Mexicans who were applying for loans. She sat across one swarthy laborer who had the papers to prove he had immigrated to America legally. He spoke in broken but understandable English. His name was Miguel Perez. "I need to pay off my wife's hospital bills," he explained. "We have very big bills. She...
I had my first son when I was just fifteen years old. My second was born a year later. My husband left when I was only twenty-five and I had to finish raising my sons by myself. When my oldest son, Mark, was seventeen he moved overseas to work on an off-shore oil rig in Europe. He writes regularly, but he hasn't been back home since he left four years ago. My youngest son, Jim, graduated from high school two years later and went off to college in New York. We can only afford for him to come...
"Dance for me, Princesa. Pirouette, tiny dancer." And I twirl around the room, doing penchés, retirés, and Arabesques, giggling and spinning for my Daddy. Loving being his little one and dancing to please him. Pleasing him in every way I can. My arms are lifted into the second position and I go up on pointe. But I glance over along my arm, then cry out. "Daddy! Please, help me, Daddy. It's gone!" Shaking myself awake I reach over. Trying to touch my Daddy. I shiver with fear that he might...
FetishA Dancer’s Introduction.Standard warnings: If you are too young, stupid, ignorant, and gullible or it is illegal for you to do so, do not read this story. Any resemblance between story characters and real people is purely coincidental (unless you ASK to be in my story). Finally my thanks to those that helped me write this one, you know who you are.The dance competition had been going well. All of their friends were placing well. Amber and Jason were scoring pretty well too. At the moment...
My Mother, a Pole Dancer? By Reeb In my early years growing up, I always knew my mother was attractive by the comments my friends made about her. When I was 16, that was when I really began to take notice. My friend’s made comments like, “You’re mom is so hot.” Or “Jeez, your mom has nice tits.” Or “God, Ronnie, your mom has a great ass.” I guess after hearing things like that all through high school, you tend to look and take notice. My mom and I live alone as my dad was killed in a race car...
IncestImmediately after the jury retired to deliberate Stephanie's case, the SlendaBond attorney and I retired to the VIP club in the courthouse to await the verdict. We discussed the fact that the longer the jury was out the better our chances of achieving at least a partial enslavement of Stephanie. If the jurors were having trouble reaching a verdict they would probably settle on a compromise verdict where at least we would have Stephanie under an indenture for 5 or 10 years. That might satisfy...
STANDING, STARING OUT THROUGH the living room windows, I decided there was something calming about the assignment after all. I didn’t have a say in Callie’s schedule or activities unless they exposed her to potential danger, of which there was none. She was an anonymous teenager in a city full of them. It made my job mindless and reminded me why I dislike protective detail. For two days I’d followed her schedule, escorting her to the American high school every morning, then to the Paris...
‘NO!’ ‘John, please…’ ‘NO! How many times do I have to say it? NO… NO… NO!’ ‘John, I’m in a bind,’ my sister, Lana whined. ‘I don’t care. There’s no way, I’m not gonna do it, so you may as well save your breath.’ ‘But you’ve done it before,’ she reasoned. ‘No I haven’t, besides, that was over eight years ago.’ When I was younger, and much stupider, is stupider really a word? Anyway, when I was younger, I thought I was hot shit. As a hot shit young stud, my not so developed brain told me...
I was a shy woman with glasses in my early twenties working as my Daddy’s assistant in the office of his hotel called ‘The Springs’. It was a posh hotel in Beverly Hills, California with an enormous pool, inside, and out. I always wore my long frizzy blonde hair back in a plait and wore as my uniform a long grey skirt and frumpy sweatshirt. One bright sunny day, Daddy came into the office in a navy blue suit looking all cheerful and dapper about something. ‘Clarie, honey, make more of an effort...
I was a shy woman with glasses in my early twenties working as my Daddy's assistant in the office of his hotel called 'The Springs'. It was a posh hotel in Beverly Hills, California with an enormous pool, inside, and out. I always wore my long frizzy blonde hair back in a plait and wore as my uniform a long grey skirt and frumpy sweatshirt. One bright sunny day, Daddy came into the office in a navy blue suit looking all cheerful and dapper about something. "Clarie, honey, make more of an effort...
Straight SexAKA AND THE DANCER By Jason 1 He said his name was James and that he was a dancer. AKA was able to verifyboth facts later, but when they first met--around about midnight in the smalltriangular park near the old Greyhound Bus station--AKA had to take the youngman's word for it. Not that AKA really gave a shit either way. James. Lonnie.Robert. J.R. It was all the same to AKA what handle they used when hustling.Nor did it much matter what they did when they weren't hovering under the...