Inge the Girl from Denmark episode 5
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"Lower,please,lower," she moaned, as she lay on face down on the bed.His touch was exciting her and she felt a thrill race through her body as his hands gently massaged her back. Oh,yes,please don't stop," she moaned.As his hands began to roam around her back she wondered would he do what she really wanted;it was worth a thought she decided and then spoke to him, " Slap me !""What did you say,"? he asked with a note of astonishment in his voice."Slap my bottom, please ,please...!" she repeated...
She had two weeks off and was visiting her family, just a few hundred miles north of Wiesbaden, Germany. She spent the night with my husband and me the night before. She was a local employee, dental technician, at the US Air Base where my husband, Ted, was stationed. I was also employed there as a secretary at the base fire station. We knew the same people, on and off base. When she said she needed a ride to Frankfurt I offered bed and breakfast for convenience and a ride early the next...
Roger Tells It: Raising a kid alone has got to be one of the toughest, most demanding situations any responsible human could ever face. And I was pretty well-off, financially; I can't begin to imagine how someone making less than I do could manage it. I, at least, could always afford to have someone stay with Bill during the day until he started school. And I could afford to have someone be there for him when he came home or when business took me out of town. For the first six years after...
An Englishman’s property inheritance in Midwest America leads to romance between a womanizing son of a recently deceased Duke and a beautiful but feisty attorney. Both harbor an unfulfilled desire to find a mate who’d exceeded their expectations. Chapter 1 In late spring the Mornington Daily News reported at length the death of the Duke of Beaulieu in the county of Hampshire, England, aged eighty-seven. The obituary was noted with considerable relief in the small city of Mornington-on-Test...
An Englishman’s property inheritance in Midwest America leads to romance between a womanizing son of a recently deceased Duke and a beautiful but feisty attorney. Both harbor an unfulfilled desire to find a mate who exceeded their expectations. In this chapter Kitty and Hayden finally meet and do a bit of verbal fencing. * Chapter 2 When heading to Mornington City in the Midwest, Hayden Carrington called on close kin in New York for three hours. His aunts and female cousins were agog that...
An Englishman’s property inheritance in Midwest America leads to romance between a womanizing son of a recently deceased Duke and a beautiful but feisty attorney. Both harbor an unfulfilled desire to find a mate who exceeded their expectations. In this final chapter Kitty delivers everything to Hayden and he performs as the stallion she desires after she agrees to his proposal. Chapter 5 Returning from Chicago next day, Kitty waited outside the airport and watched the 1976 ex-Army Land Rover...
An Englishman’s property inheritance in Midwest America leads to romance between a womanizing son of a recently deceased Duke and a beautiful but feisty attorney. Both harbor an unfulfilled desire to find a mate who exceeded their expectations. In this chapter a misunderstanding about unachieved sexual connection between Hayden Carrington and Kitty is resolved. Chapter 3 Kitty flopped on her bed, kicked off her shoes and swore in frustration. Angry at Hayden’s odd behavior and feeling...
Ying Li, 43, a very conservative and proper mother, had recently come from Shanghai to help her 19 yr. old daughter in her first few months at university in Iowa. She felt very jittery this Wednesday as she had every Wednesday for the last few weeks, sensing she needed to go somewhere. Ying started housecleaning to calm her nerves and, while tossing out some newspapers, came across an ad for “Billy’s Farmer’s Market”. Suddenly she felt an intense need to go there. She quickly dressed in a...
It was 10am which was 10pm back home but Ying knew she should try to stay awake or she would be unable to get adjusted to the new time. Her daughter (19) would be at class until at least 5pm and had left her small, old car for Ying to use. Ying's problem – she had no clothes other than what she wore on the plane and those were sweaty now. She was wearing her daughter's spare pajamas but she needed proper clothes to go out. Ying (43) was a conservative and proper woman. She must be...
An Englishman’s property inheritance in Midwest America leads to romance between a womanizing son of a recently deceased Duke and a beautiful but feisty attorney. Both harbor an unfulfilled desire to find a mate who exceeded their expectations. In this chapter Kitty’s character-forming youth is detailed and Hayden begins thinking about her beyond her vulva. Chapter 4 Annoyed at the arrogance of Hayden, Kitty pounded seven miles of sidewalk that evening trying to get her head around him. Just...
I helped her into the car and fastened her safety belt. Then I went around and got in on the driver's side. Before I started the car I reached over and pulled her top up, exposing her beautiful tits. I opened the garage door and headed back to the club where she had been photographed and gangbanged last night. I parked in front this time and after pulling her crop top back into place I led Inga to the door. It was locked and there was a big closed sign on the door. I had to knock and wait...
By Monday the tattoos were coming along surprisingly well. They had not been very large or elaborate but I had expected them to bother her for the rest of her time here. But when we headed out for brunch on the deck of that restaurant across the river that I had first taken her to she was walking as if her feet were fully healed. We had lunch out on the deck. The waiter remembered Inga and her eye catching way of dressing so the service was excellent again. After we ate we were sitting out...
This is a story for those who enjoy reading about forced hormonal feminization, not just guys dressing up in female clothes. It tells what happens when two young boys are send to a unique school where--much to the younger one's surprise--they undergo special physical and hormonal treatment programs. The younger one is given female hormones (against his knowledge, untl it is too late), his roommate is given male hormones that turn him into a super masculine stud, with predictable...
I drove to a decrepit building outside of town. The parking lot was about half full of Harleys. This was where I had gotten two of my tattoos and I knew the guy that ran the place. I got out of the car and grabbed the bag that I had put my camera and the tripod in and we went inside. There were a few bikers sitting around in the waiting room. They looked up and when they saw Inga they got interested. I knew a couple of them and I nodded as I walked over to the counter with Inga following...
Two men waited on the small ridge ahead of the traveler. Once they knew they had been spotted they slowly climbed down from their striders and moved to take several bundles from the pack strider they had with them. Slowly advancing they also motioned for the female to dismount. Spreading a large tanned hide on the ground they then placed on it several small bundles before opening the cloth to show what was inside. Fresh fruits and vegetables such as were not normally seen in this arid region....
I parked in the back and went in through an unmarked door. Inga had no idea what was inside. We went up a dark hallway and into the front. Inga looked around and saw that the walls were covered with pictures of women in various stages of undress. Some of the shots were positively vulgar. A very few were quite good, artistic even. Most were just normal pictures of bored looking women undressing and posing nude. A large black man looked up when we came in and smiled. He said, "Right on time!...
I let her sleep late in the morning and she didn't wake up until almost nine. I was up at a little after six. I went down and made coffee and read the Sunday paper and waited until I heard her get up and use the bathroom. When I heard movement upstairs I went up and we took another shower together. I ordered her to dress in her nicest dress and I helped her pick out a nice set of underwear. She almost seemed disappointed that I was dressing her so conservatively. I had plans for her though...
It was her idea. Well, no, that's not fair. It was an idea that we came up with when we were chatting on line and I suppose that we developed it together. Our correspondence began when Inga sent me an email after reading one of my stories on the internet. She had been very aroused by the story and she sent me an email to tell me how much she enjoyed it. Her email included a picture of herself. She was very attractive. It was a modest picture of her in a little black dress. She was not in...
The next morning we took a shower together and I dressed her in a t-shirt dress and took her out to breakfast. In case you are wondering, I'm actually a very good cook. Unfortunately I am also lazy. I much prefer to have someone else cook my meals and clean up the kitchen. When my wife is home I do the cooking and she cleans up the kitchen. She can't even boil water without burning it. Friends have tried to convince me that she is just trying to get over on me. Trust me. I've eaten her...
Ok, I admit it. I had found the perfect chick magnet. So what if it was just a CAT, yes a kitty cat. Well, not just any old cat. My cat loved walking on a leash. And it’s extremely friendly. It will let anyone pet it and would hop into your lap without a second thought. It was a very handsome chocolate point Siamese male. Today, I’m sitting at a shady picnic table at a nearby park. Right in line for the parade of young women headed for the beach. “Oh! Cute kitty! What’s its name?” as the...
I lived with my ma an' pa an' my two sisters miles from anythin’ civilized tryin’ to scratch out a livin’. My pa failed in everything he tried includin’ farmin’ an' ranchin’ but him an' ma wuz never bitter an' we wuz a fairly happy family even if we wuz dirt poor. That happiness come to an end one day when I come home from my huntin’. Ma an' Pa wuz layin’ face down in the dirt in front of our cabin. My twin sister Beth an' my older sister Philomena wuz kneelin’ beside the bodies...
Introduction: Bill Tinker relate how he acquired lots of wives in late 19th century Texas. My name’s Bill Tinker an' I am 12 years old at the time I’m tellin’ you about late in 19th century Texas. I can pretty much hit anythin' with my slingshot, mostly rabbits but I can hit doves an' pheasants on the fly too. It’s a good thing too or we’d most likely starve to death.I lived with my ma an' pa an' my two sisters miles from anythin’ civilized tryin’ to scratch out a livin’. My pa failed in...
PART 1There it was again. That little thump. The sound of dad's feet getting out of bed. It had happened more and more often recently. Dammit. And I had just gotten all nice and cozy under the covers, too. Now I had to get up, go downstairs, make sure he didn't hurt himself ...I stood up and quickly put on my slippers and my bathrobe. Man, it was really not comfortable, getting out from under that warm duvet. With a big yawn, I made my way from my room down the hallway towards the stairs....
I launched Porn Dude Casting recently, but I’ve been holding off on reviewing it for ThePornDude. It’s kind of hard to be an impartial smut reviewer when you’re the one banging the babes, filming the action and uploading it to the web. I didn’t want to seem like too much of a big-dicked braggart, but then again, I ain’t a stranger to tooting my own horn, typically after dipping my hairy palms into this bucket of lube I keep here in the masturbation chamber.I usually spend these reviews talking...
Premium Amateur Porn SitesThe ranch we bought belonged to a widder that wanted to move to Tarrant County where her son now lived. She already sold off the livestock an’ everything else so there wuzn’t much left except the buildings, a corral an’ fences. Of the buildings there wuz the ranch house, a barn and a bunk house where the hired help stayed. There wuzn’t no hired help left an’ that wuz fine with me. I intended to use that building as sleeping quarters for the children while we gradually built on the main...
Introduction: Bill Tinker relates how he acquired lots of wives in late 19th century Texas. I was telling y’all about moving close to Austin an’ getting another wife but I wuzn’t gonna tell you no more unless you told me how y’all liked my story so far. Well, enough of you said you did that I decided to tell you a bit more. The other wife comes later in my story so I better not get ahead of myself.The ranch we bought belonged to a widder that wanted to move to Tarrant County where her son now...
My name's Bill Tinker an' I am 12 years old at the time I'm tellin' you about late in 19th century Texas. I can pretty much hit anythin' with my slingshot, mostly rabbits but I can hit doves an' pheasants on the fly too. It's a good thing too or we'd most likely starve to death. I lived with my ma an' pa an' my two sisters miles from anythin' civilized tryin' to scratch out a livin'. My pa failed in everything he tried includin' farmin' an' ranchin' but him an' ma wuz never...
The next morning we relaxed and had coffee and waited to see if Smitty would call and invite us to Al's club. He did call but said that he had been unable to set anything up before the time he had agreed upon to release Tammy at the airport and allow her to continue on to Orlando. Since there was not going to be another lesbian sex show I made Inga put on a tiny skirt and revealing top and we went out on the bike to see what kind of fun we could find. I rode out of town to a biker bar that...
"Damn it, John, do you really have to be a walking, talking, driving cliché? The road isn't even paved anymore ... where the hell are we?" John had known the silence was drawing to an end. Historically, his sister could only hold her tongue for so long and, once she'd crossed her arms over her ample chest, he'd known the quiet would soon be interrupted. He clasped the steering wheel tighter. "We're not lost--just a little turned around. We'll hit a town soon." "Yeah, well, you'd...
"What is your sexual protocol?" "I may engage in sexual activity only with the express consent of my end user for the purpose of providing him with pleasure," I recited it slowly. Something about it didn't seem right and I frowned. "Then why did you perform oral sex on Lucy and her friend just a few hours ago, Ming?" Peterson asked reasonably. "I ... I..." I searched for an answer and found that I could not find one. I felt as if I couldn't breathe suddenly and a surge of panic...
strained backward against Ingrid's grasp. We were locked in equilibrium for a second. She shrugged and suddenly let go. Thrown off balance, I jerked backwards and my bound arms prevented me from recovering. I rocked unsteadily for a second before crashing down on my side. I twisted onto my back in an attempt to get up but Ingrid planted her foot on my chest, pinning me to the ground."Need a little persuasion, Gabriella?" Ingrid said in a cheery tone. "I'm glad to see my little slut still has...
Converted from "3935_01.txt" on 13-Nov-2005 by AscToHTM 5.0 Teaching the Au Pair to Submit-An Outtake By Powerone In February 2005 I published the novel, "Teaching The Au Pair To Submit".During editing, the publisher suggested that I delete this chapter (it already had one chapter with the Captain, the strip search chapter at the airport) as it seemed to be too much of this character.I agreed and it was left out.Since I spent considerable time writing it, I thought you might like to read...
The flight was not until almost midnight, and Ingrid was happy to spend her last few hours with Lui Shi. They had spent most of her holiday together, having met on her second day in the country.She had been visiting the Zoo, and the world famous Giant Pandas, when she spotted him taking photographs of the visitors.He asked if he could take hers, and she readily agreed.He had an easy manner, talking fluently in English, which though was not Ingrid’s first language, was one she did understand,...
The nurse, Kara according to her nametag, stared back at me. She was supposed to be watching me, for reasons not quite clear, but I could tell she was listening to the conversation in the next room. I was, too. "...horrible shock. It surprised all of us, she was such a sweet girl, and of course we had no idea she would do such a thing. Tracy took it especially hard -- she and Elizabeth were so close." Believe me, mom, you have no idea... I chewed on my lip and tried to look scared...
I had originally planned on writing a different Legacy story next, but my muse kept turning to this one so I wrote it out of the order I'd previously intended. This is the twenty-first story in my Legacy Universe, but like the others, it can be read on its own. A complete list of the Legacy stories will be provided at the end of the story as well as the order in which they were written. Harbinger By Morpheus The burning sun beat down on me, baking me alive and making me...
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Reddit NSFW ListThis is a re-posting of an earlier story, re-edited with improvements to grammar, punctuation and hopefully, readability. Steve couldn’t believe their good luck. There were three moorages still open in the cove. He checked the chart and chose the one closest to the entrance. He had expected that he would have to mooch around and find a spot to anchor, but this was a windfall. He quickly tied off the bow line to the mooring float while Ingrid held the boat in position with her newly learned...
Chapter 1My field of view was dominated by a cock. It was a quite magnificent one, of a size that would fill me to my limit. I'd been in a bit of dry spell in terms of lovers and hadn't seen a real penis in ages. The skin on the head was stretched tightly at the end of an erection. Veins stood out along the pink skin of the shaft. The whole penis wavered slightly in front of my face as if probing for my mouth. I wanted to reach up, wrap my hand around the thick rod and stroke it gently while...
MING ©2005 by C.A.Smith In collaboration with a real, live Ming whose fantasy inspired the story. Chapter 1 Was it bravery or boredom that had made her do it? Ming certainly wasn'tthe gambling kind. Or, at least, never had been. And she was not kinky!Not really. Not her real self. Not counting the stuff Lyle had brought intoher life. But she wouldn't have done those things if it weren't for tryingto please him . She just went along with it. Althoughshe couldn't in all honesty deny that it...
This is the final chapter of a re-post of my first story, Ingrid. It has been re-edited to improve the punctuation, grammar and, I hope, the readability. Ingrid sat fidgeting in the anteroom of the Ministry of Health office, located on the third floor of an office building three blocks from the Legislature. She was naturally nervous and she was struggling to compose herself before she went into the conference room. She jumped when the door opened and a tall, slim man in his mid-forties walked...
Chapter One August, 1214 There were too many… Rory McDubh thought, his heart turning to stone in his chest as out of the corner of his eye one after another of his clan men fell beneath the swords of the bloody Camerons. The skirmish was one of many in escalating warfare between his clansmen and their neighbours, though this was the first that the McDubh were sure to lose. He blocked his attacker with his sword, kicking him square in the gut to keep the Cameron warrior from slicing his...
This is a re-posting of my earliest story, Quartet: Ingrid. I have re-edited it to correct errors in punctuation, grammar, and hopefully, readability. Monday evening, Steve and Ingrid strolled across the parking lot of Maurice’s, their arms around each other. Their idyllic weekend was coming to an end and they would be returning to their regular lives tomorrow. They had avoided talking about what came next as neither had a fixed idea of where their relationship would turn. They had been so...
Rachael Hooper was worried, her daughter, Kate, wasn't home. Although she was a headstrong young girl she knew her responsibilities, Rachael knew this, she also knew that Kate wasn't the type to blindly go with strangers, she smiled, Kate was more likely to cause them more harm than they would to her. No it was the fact that Kate wasn't home on time! Rachael looked at the fridge, as expected there was the envelope on there, Kate had moaned about this - it was something they'd...
Steve couldn't believe their good luck. There were three moorages still open in the cove. He checked the chart and chose the one closest to the entrance. He had expected that he would have to mooch around and find a spot to anchor, but this was a windfall. He quickly tied off the bow line to the mooring float while Ingrid held the boat in position with her newly learned skills. Steve walked briskly to the stern and pulled the small anchor out of the locker under the seat. It was linked to...
Ingrid sat fidgeting in the anteroom of the Ministry of Health office, located on the third floor of an office building three blocks from the Legislature. She was naturally nervous and she was struggling to compose herself before she went into the conference room. She jumped when the door opened and a tall, slim man in his mid-forties walked out and smiled at her. "Ingrid Solberg?" he asked politely. "Yes," she answered. "Welcome. Thank you for coming so promptly," he continued...
(My apologies, Dear Readers. What once went by this title is now incorporated into SEVEN SEAS FOR FOUR, a family story (but not what rate it “family” in theaters). What follows is entirely a different story, one about a teacher. Unfortunately, however, I can’t update the genre codings on some websites that include me.) Let me establish one thing up front, no innuendo intended. Girls don’t care to talk about penises. Sure, we’ll beat around the bush -- whoops, no word play intended there either...
This is a re-posting of my first story on Lit. I have re-edited it to improve grammar, punctuation and, I hope, readability. Ingrid had pushed Steve back onto the stateroom bed and told him to wait there. She took a black plastic bag from her overnighter, then walked toward the head. As she left the room, she looked back over her shoulder and arched her eyebrow in the most provocative manner. Steve smiled, ‘Message received and understood.’ He sat up and peeled of his golf shirt, shorts...
Ingrid had pushed Steve back onto the stateroom bed and told him to wait there. She took a black plastic bag from her overnighter, then walked toward the head. As she left the room, she looked back over her shoulder and arched her eyebrow in the most provocative manner. Steve smiled, "Message received and understood." He sat up and peeled of his golf shirt, shorts and shoes. He lay on his side on the bed in his bikini style jockey shorts, his anticipation already beginning to produce an...
Reddit Jilling, aka r/Jilling! Yeah sure masturbating to porn feels great; it's an excellent anti-stress practice, boosts your immune system, and is free, but what about reversing the roles once in a while? No, I'm not talking about letting people watch you have sex while they masturbate (although that is a pretty kinky thing), I'm talking about watching porn that isn't some POV video of some dude having sex with the woman of your dreams.I'm talking about watching porn that shows nothing but...
Reddit NSFW ListIngrid turned the car out of the drop-off area at U.S. Departures and drove slowly around the ramp to the eastbound road leading away from the terminal. Steve had called her that morning at ten, as he had promised. She was up, but walking very gingerly. Her inner thigh muscles were stiff and sore, just as Steve had predicted. She had lounged in the bath last night until she felt herself falling asleep. She got out, drained the tub, dried herself, slipped on a long t-shirt nightgown and...
This story is a re-posting of my earliest work. It has been edited to improve punctuation, grammar and, I hope, readability. * The mainsail was down and draped over the boom. The Genoa was furled around its stay at the bow. The engine was running on idle in forward as he searched for the right depth on the sounder. He pulled the gear lever back to neutral and let the boat coast toward shore. They were a hundred meters or so from the pebbles on the beach. The sounder reading flicked between...
This is a re-posting of my original story, Quartet, Ingrid. It has been re-worked to improve punctuation, grammar, and, I hope, readability. Ingrid Ch.05 Ingrid turned the car out of the drop-off area at U.S. Departures and drove slowly around the ramp to the eastbound road leading away from the terminal. Steve had called her that morning at ten, as he had promised. She was up, but walking very gingerly. Her inner thigh muscles were stiff and sore, just as Steve had predicted. She had...
I took the low-orbital shuttle to Sea-Port International Airport and was met 48 minutes after take-off by a FedEx courier as I disembarked. He took care of my paperwork with the airline and drove me in his van to the home of the Harrison's. My new owners. I stood nervously on the step as he rang the doorbell. Everything seemed so very different from what little I remembered of China. There were a lot less people and a whole lot more room, for one thing. And everyone had a vehicle it seemed,...
This is a re-posting of my first attempt at writing. It has been edited for grammar, punctuation, and hopefully, readability. * Ingrid Solberg walked quickly from the back porch to the kitchen phone. She reached it just after the third ring. It was the business line light flashing and she answered it. ‘Good afternoon, Ingrid’s Designs.’ ‘Hi Ingrid, its Steve Inhalt.’ His tone was light and upbeat. ‘Oh, hi Steve. I didn’t … I mean I wasn’t expecting,’ she stammered. ‘Relax, Ingrid, I...
Friday afternoon, the phone rang at precisely 3:05pm. Ingrid picked it up knowing exactly who it would be. ‘You’re nothing if not prompt, Steve,’ she said brightly. ‘Hi to you too. I promised to call and I keep my promises. By the way, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?’ He blurted this out so quickly she had to pause for a moment before answering. ‘No, sorry, I can’t,’ she apologized. ‘I have to finish some revisions tonight. You wouldn’t want me to cancel tomorrow because I...
Monday evening, Steve and Ingrid strolled across the parking lot of Maurice's, their arms around each other. Their idyllic weekend was coming to an end and they would be returning to their regular lives tomorrow. They had avoided talking about what came next as neither had a fixed idea of where their relationship would turn. They had been so absorbed in enjoying their three days and nights together on the 'Matron', they had conveniently deferred any thought of their future. They knew now...
Ingrid Solberg walked quickly from the back porch to the kitchen phone. She reached it just after the third ring. It was the business line light flashing and she answered it. "Good afternoon, Ingrid's Designs." "Hi Ingrid, its Steve Inhalt." His tone was light and upbeat. "Oh, hi Steve. I didn't ... I mean I wasn't expecting," she stammered. "Relax, Ingrid, I didn't call about the project, I called to see how you made out with your presentation this morning." "Oh, fine,...
Ginger's Makeup She was tall in her stilettos and the ankle was the only part of her legs I could see when the manger Mr. Thom introduced me around that early fall afternoon three months ago. After the first hour of watching her parade about delivering the guest's their cocktails I saw more of her leg since the sheath gown of sequins in soft red was split along the left, biased to expose Ginger's thigh well passed the knee. Her smile cause me to dream of her over the next few...