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Decent Enough, part I By Marion Jay Brown This is my first story. Constructive criticism is welcome, of course. It was an interesting experience, to say the least. Sort of like a Twilight Zone episode or an EC Comics story. Except, instead of me being the big jerk who gets his comeuppance, the lesson I learned was heartwarming. I learned that sometimes, if you work at it, things will eventually go your way. It did take a very interesting form, though. Let's go back to the beginning, first. My name is David Eperstein. I am from Seattle, Washington, with my parents and my older sister. I am a fourth year biology major at University of Washington. Though, this story actually takes place during my very first semester. See, I was a decent enough student in grade school, always got good grades, always did some extra-curricular activities. However, I wasn't nearly as perfect a student as some others might be. Trust me, I knew a number of those students, who seemed to be involved in everything, that did everything, who were constantly praised. I say this, because during my first year in college, I met and fell in love with a girl, who was that perfect girl. In high school, I later found out, she was the leader of the Speech and Debate club, the Science club (which I had been a member of, but never actually lead), the National Honor Society (I had no interest in joining), a member of both band and orchestra (I was in both, one as a clarinetist, the other a violist), and more I suppose I'm missing, back at her Portland High School. Her name was Heather Edwards, and in addition to being intelligent, she was also beautiful. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, very sweet smile. Often dressed normally, not overly sexual. I admit, she seemed like the perfect woman. And when we met in a physiology class, we seemed to click. Having the same major helped, though I wanted to become a paleontologist, while she wanted to become a doctor, (of course). And over the next few months, we became closer, and I began to fall in love with her. And I though she felt the same. Except..., she briefly mentioned to me her .... boyfriend, back in Portland. I still hung out with her, if only because we had a growing friendship. I had this hope that maybe she'd leave that guy, but I realized that was very unlikely. And why would she? I wasn't exactly the most attractive of people. I wasn't Jabba the Hut or anything, but I had this curly brown hair and a slightly flubby stomach, and very dull green eyes. I also had this tendency of wearing plaid shirts and skinny jeans. My face also had a shadow over it, from inadequate shaving.I realized that I was in the supposed friend zone. I regret ever thinking that, and I would disavow the term. I had trouble moving on, because I didn't know many other girls like her on campus. I admit, I also never dated, not even in high school. No real time or initiative to do so. My lack of hope with her was amplified when she appeared to begin ignoring me. Not showing up to the physiology class, never sitting next to me at the sustainability club we both attended For me, the final straw was when she said she was too busy to meet with me, which I accepted the first time, but when she said it the next week, I began to wonder whether or not she even wanted to be my friend anymore. I began to wonder whether it was worth it. I locked myself in my room, and didn't go to class for two whole days. Yeah, I didn't technically need to be there, but it was still a rarity for someone like me, who was very attentive. My journey began during this period. I was in complete sadness, shades down, light off, the whole ordeal. While I was sitting in bed, I was just praying. I was not necessarily greatly religious, but I'm was more praying for the universe, to give me a sign that maybe that things could work out for the better. As I sat, I grew more and more sleepy. The filtered light from the shades slowly faded from sight. I didn't have any dreams that night, which was a fairly interesting detail, given what happened next. A male voice woke me. "Hey, kid, I know it's Friday, but you still have to go to school." I was stunned for a minute. I got up, and immediately realized that I wasn't in my dorm. My fridge, microwave weren't there. There was a desk, but it was a simple table, with a mirror (?), and a few books on the side. Very disorganized, like my desk, but I knew that it wasn't mine. The big indicator was the closet full of clothes. GIRLS clothes. Hell, the posters around me were somewhat girlish, excluding the science posters, and the comic covers (although, some for stories I had never heard of, which should have been my first sign.) Did someone kidnap me in the middle of the night, and place me in some teenage girl's room? Oh dear God! If that guy finds me in his daughter's room, he'll kill me. I had get out of here. I jumped out of the bed, and rushed towards the window. I grabbed the table so fast, it stung me for a moment. When I swore for a minute, I realized my voice was not as it should be. Higher pitched. Sort of like a little kid. I looked down, and found that I was not in the pajamas I had gone to sleep in (Okay, I just stripped down to my undergarments). Rather, I was wearing some old pink T- shirt, with a heart on it. Wait, my chest seems larger than it normally is. I put my hand on my body, and realized my breasts were slightly larger. I went to the mirror, and... well, I won't beat around the bush, I was a girl. A relatively attractive one, too. Darkish blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a thin stomach. My face obviously had no shaving leftovers on it, and was thus cleaner and rounder looking. I looked very different from before. Hell, I looked a lot different than I did as a boy. Okay, that wasn't completely true. I still did have a mole on the side of my face. In fact it was in the same exact location. However, everything else was completely different. In fact, I looked a little like... Suddenly, a tall man with a beard and suit came to my door. "Hey, come on, you gotta get ready." I had no clue what was going on, but I decided to go along just to avoid the panic. "Yeah, sure, sorry, rough morning." "It's fine, Lizzy, just get ready." The man left. Liz. So that was my name. Hm. So, I quickly put on a white blouse, and some maroon jeans. I also put on some blue socks. There was another mirror, and I didn't look half bad. Wait, what am I saying? What the hell is going on? Since I was going to school, I was obviously going to need textbooks and a backpack. Well, I found my backpack, but it had this tablet inside. I open it up to find my class schedule. I got the necessary textbooks off my desk, (based only off their titles, and what the class was). I realized then that I must be in high school. However, none of these textbooks looked like books they used at my school. Now that I was ready, I had some seconds to consider the situation. For some reason, I had been turned to a teenage girl, who was in high school, and apparently lived in a suburban house with her dad... Wait, the dad looked familiar. I had seen him before somewhere. I needed a better look at him. I took the backpack, and went downstairs. There, there was a living room right across from a kitchen. There were these odd robots, which I recognized as those cleaner robots I'd sometimes see in science documentaries. The man was at the kitchen, making some copy. As I took a longer look at him, I realized who he was. He was much older than when I last saw him, but it was unmistakable. Dark brown hair, muscular body, very rugged skin. It was John Witling. Heather's boyfriend. And as I slowly recalled my reflection, I realized that I looked almost just like Heather herself. So, I put two and two together. But there was one pressing question: WHY?! Still, can't look suspicious. So, I just sat down, and poured myself a box of cereal. John sat at the table, and asked, "So, anything interesting happening at school today?" "No, not that I could think of." "Well, alright. Hey, at least your weekend will be interesting. Well, you better get going. The car is ready to go." "Okay." I walked towards the car, and tried to find the keys. "Where are the keys?" "Ha, ha I'm old; very funny." I realized that this must be 20-30ish years from my current time, so the cars must be self-driving. To not embarrass myself, I went, and sure enough, the Witling family seemed to have a very small car, that had no steering wheel. I hoped in, and the car pulled out of the driveway, and began its journey towards the school, which I caught as "George W. Bush High School", (why anyone would name it that is beyond me). It also listed the city as Denver, which struck me as interesting. Assuming the drive was more than 5 minutes, I now had time to fully analyze the situation. Okay, I was now the daughter of my current crush and her boyfriend-turned husband. But why? Was this just another indication that it just wasn't going to work out for us? Well, it seems a tad extreme. A simple no would've sufficed. Why this in particular? Was I dreaming? Why dream this? Why not dream that I was the father. Well, maybe that would indulge my love for her, which this is clearly trying to dissuade me from. However, this seems too detailed for a simple dream. Further, why a daughter? Why not a son? You know, the gender I was born with. It was about to become more detailed, as I arrived at the school at that time. I panicked when I realized that I had no clue as to the location of my classes. However, I remembered that the tablet with the classes on it. Sure enough, it had the class locations as well as times. I thanked... whomever sent me here... for this comprehensive list. Anyway, I got out and walked to my first class. I noticed that I walked slightly different as a girl than as a boy. Luckily, I wasn't wearing high heels. That would have been a nightmare. The school looked two stories, but luckily, the schedule indicated "I-90", which indicated that the class was on the first floor. It was an English class. 11th grade English in fact. Great, not only was I a girl, but a sixteen year old. Being that I had just gotten out of high school, about 8 months ago, I wasn't concerned about the content. Rather, I was more concerned about how being a girl. Obviously. I sat down at the designated spot, and another girl addressed me: "Hey, Liz." "Hey..." I looked at the name plate (I suppose another convenience) "Fatima" "Ready for the weekend?" "I suppose so." "Aren't you and your dad doing something?" I was about to answer, when the teacher walked in. "Alright, class, today, we discuss yesterday's reading." I decided to remain silent during the discussion (I think it was for 1984). I used the tablet to match the classes to a map of the school I had found. All the while, this blonde kid in the back just staring at me intermediately. I just smiled at him, which caused a reaction in him. I had read 1984 in school, so I knew all the beats already. After class had concluded, Fatima said "See you in Econ". That was later in the day. the blonde kid (named Jeremy)came up to me. "Hey, he... Hey, L-Liz" "Hey, Jeremy" "I was wondering if you wanted to go out to eat at this place on 2nd and Charles?" All throughout the conversation, he was just staring at my features. Not only my breasts (which weren't very large, admittedly), but also my facial features, and my legs. I admit, it came off as slightly creepy. But, I was sympathetic to his plight. "I'm sorry, but I have plans this weekend. Next weekend?" "Yeah, sure." He looked disappointed. I wonder if I came off like that towards any of my crushes. Still, it was quite daunting, being leered at like that. I got up, and went to my other classes. I slowly got into the act of being a girl. It probably had to do with imitating my older sister Beth, who was two years older than me, so I'd see her and her friends at school. Remember those moments, and her behavior, helped me out a lot. Also, the classes were generally easy. Hell, it seemed that Liz had inherited her mother's talent towards school, as the teachers were constantly calling on me to answer various questions. However, I also didn't appear to be very involved, unlike Heather, but much like I was. Finally, Econ, or Economics, came, and Fatima once again talked to me, as we went to lunch. Apparently, we went to lunch together, meaning we were good friends. We got our lunch, and sat at one of the few empty seats. "You didn't bring your lunch today." "Apparently not, no." In hindsight, I was just used to the idea of bringing my own lunch to school, that question didn't intrigue me. "Oh, I thought your Dad had a thing about that." I didn't know John well, but it did strike me as something he'd do. Anyway, we talked for some time, (mainly just me listening to her rant about her strict parents or gossip). Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jeremy, alone, just glancing at me. I hope Liz gives him some attention in real life. After lunch came the last class of the day. For me, that was.... Health for Women. Oh, dear god. I'll spare you the details. Needless to say, I was more than comfortably updated with my new anatomy. So, I went back to my car, and just sat for a few minutes. That was actually easier than I thought it was going to be. Maybe I read and watch so much fantasy, I have some suspension of disbelief. I am also a fast thinker, though I wouldn't be so lucky had I gone to a high school in my time. Anyway, I could go back to contemplating my own situation. Why was I the daughter? Maybe it gives me more of her point of view, as indicated in my encounter with Jeremy. I found that he didn't... excite me. Romantically or sexually. Perhaps that shows how my relationship with Heather was in her mind. A good friendship, but not romantic material. Maybe that's what the lesson was. Anyway, I probably should head home now. It was around 4 in the afternoon. I thanked my lucky stars it was Friday. I hated homework while in grade school, hell, even now, when I'm in college. The car drives me home, and as I enter, John, wearing a very formal business suit, asks, "Hey, how was school?" "Fine, I suppose." "What other answer should I have expected," he laughed. "Listen, your mother is coming back in a few minutes." So, I finally get to see her. I looked around, and noticed that I was not in many family photos. It was just them in high school, and a few more modern ones. I was in one, and it appeared to have been taken recently. I needed to ask about all the baby pictures. Anyway, a car pulls in, and the door opens. Yep, she still looked beautiful. Clear, though aged skin, long dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes. It was Heather. She was carrying some bags of groceries. "Sweetie, could you help me with these?" I rushed over, and brought them over to the counter. "Thanks. It's going to take a few minutes for dinner to be ready. You could go and pack a little for your trip in your room." I snuck upstairs, but figured I might as well spy on my "mother and father" for a minute. I figured I could just learn about my new self after dinner. As they made dinner (which appeared to be spaghetti), and snuggled together, they talked in somewhat hushed tones. "I just don't know how to reach her" John started. "Look, it'll take some time. It's not like she hates you or anything like that. Trust me, I know." "Yeah, I know that, but she never shows any affection towards me." "Well, I'm not sure she'll warm to you, but she's getting better." I didn't know what they were talking about. Maybe I was growing hostile to my father. "Honey, dinner's ready!" I walked down. "That was quick." Together, we set the table, and sat down to eat. The Spaghetti was very good. Apparently, one of her many talents was cooking. "So, how was school today?" Heather opened. "Good...." "Learn anything interesting?" "Not really. Just the same." "Alright. Heard that your Speech and Debate team is heading towards the state finals. I'm so proud of you" "Thanks." I noticed that on my calendar. I hope to god I don't stay in this body that long. I have no experience with Speech and Debate whatsoever! "Yeah, congrats." I then asked her about her work, and based on her statements, she had achieved her ambition as a neurosurgeon, which made me proud. However, I decided I should at least ask about the fate of my old self. "Hey, Mom." "Yes, dear?" "In college, did you know someone named..." All of a sudden, the phone rang. "Hold that thought." She got up and went to pick up the phone. "Wait, why are you asking about her college?" "Uh, I was digging through some folders, and I came across this interesting name." "Oh. Okay." Heather just said yes to whoever was on the phone, before hanging up and heading to the table. "Liz,that was your father." I nearly choked on the spaghetti. Father? I thought he was at the table right now. "He says he's ten minutes away. Are you all packed?" "Uh..." "Go, check if you're packed. I'll pack the spaghetti for your trip." "Okay...." I ran upstairs, and back into my room. Sure enough, there was a packed suitcase in one corner. Wait, so John wasn't my father. Actually, that earlier conversation made sense now. I decided to take a closer look at my room for possibly clues to my identity. As I dug, I noticed that I owned a few of the posters she had. I also realized that her pajamas looked exactly like Beth's. Hell, this shade of pink is something I preferred as a male. Slowly, I was piecing together the evidence. Maybe the drawers provided more evidence. Just as I opened them,: "Liz, your father's here. Get going," John yelled. "Now, honey, don't listen to him. Take your time. I'm in no rush," yelled another voice. It sounded eerily familiar. There were mainly school supplies in the drawer. I decided to just confront my father person to person. I grabbed the suitcase, and headed down the stairs. That's when I got the largest shock anyone has had. My real father had curly brown hair, and dull green eyes, as well as an incomplete shave. He also wore a plaid shirt, and jeans, like a lumberjack. He was very fit, but I realized who this man was. "Hi, Liz! Come and give your old man a hug." I came, and hugged my future self. End of Part I

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One aspect of these sex sessions that Jessie Harper found herself noting and being really intrigued about was the way she always seemed to have a much better singing voice the next day at a choir practice or even at a church performance as a result. Somehow all the naked, sexual fun of the night before seemed to enhance her auditory awareness and her ability to find perfect pitch when she was about to perform. And it was one such sex session at the Terrence’s house the day before the final...

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Manufacturing a Partnership

Manufacturing a Partnership Part One By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers JUST BEFORE MIDNIGHT "Hey, you ok?" said Greg seeing Blake looking wiped as rummaged through the red pocketbook on the vanity. "I'm fine," shivered Blake as he stood staring at his reflection. "But I need a minute. This has all been just too much to handle!" He took a deep breath standing in front of the bathroom vanity clutching the ends with his hands quickly becoming mindful of his sharp long...

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My first encounterin a train compartment

My first encounter...in a train compartment.It was almost exactly a year since my 'Changing Room' incident that was revealed in my previous story. I was a year older, but was I any wiser? I'd been working away from home for the whole of my summer holidays and it was time to return there, and then within days back to school. I was 16 and had been 'sort of apprenticed' to a foreman in charge of refurbishing shops for the last 6 weeks. The job wasn't really the type most schoolboys got in their...

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Indecent Exposure

I first noticed how much Casey, the girl next door had changed. Her freshman year at Harvard had ended and she was home for the summer. One morning as I walked to my car, I heard, “Good morning, Officer Hunter.”I looked over, saw her standing there holding the morning paper in her hand. She was wearing a pair of very short shorts and a bikini top that revealed just enough to stir one’s fertile imagination. “Good morning, Casey,” I replied as I opened the car door.This was the routine for a...

Uniform
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Indecent Exposure

It is not our intention to depict anything from Islamic culture as depravedor disgusting. This is a story from reality that took place within a highlyexclusive resort in Saudi Arabia , between adults consenting to very specialrules. Dyane ignored them. So enjoy her ordeal Indecent exposure  Part 1 - Arrested Saudi Arabia . I really couldn't believe to be here.This golden light sprawled all around?that blue sea lingering the sky?Wow!AS master came home last week and told me to pack for a...

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Terrace View Apartments

Author's note: this is actually an older story that I wrote almost 15 years ago. A gentleman who has been encouraging me to write these sissy stories suggested that I post some of my older work online here, so that all of my stories would be available to read in one place. I hope that you enjoy this story; Sissy Michelle The Terrace View Apartments: Chapter 1 - Danielle I got a great job, right after I graduated from college. And while the job required that I relocate from my...

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Decent into debauchery

Abbey and Gorge had been together since high school and married almost twelve months ago. They had always been open about sex, and explored many things, dominance and submission, various positions and toys. More recently they had been playing with sharing partners, never actually having done it they would talk out their fantasies in bed. Abbey started to notice that George was particularly amorous when she described herself being with a black man. One night while she sat atop George she decided...

Interracial
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Terrace Height Apartments

Many would have considered the Terrace Heights Apartments a dump. It was a square five-story building that stood atop a small ridge in southwestern Madison WI. The exterior was covered fake fieldstone, including the small balcony outside each apartment. That fieldstone was dirty and weathered from years of neglect. The first floor hallway was dimly lit. The dark green paint on the walls didn’t help any. The area off that hallway which held the vending machines was lit by the lights inside the...

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Book 1 Milady and the DragonChapter 7 Partings

Collin pulled her closer against his chest, his hands softly caressing her breasts, he heard her moan, he came awake, for a moment confused, looking at the sleeping woman in his arms he smiled softly at her. This was what he wanted, to feel her warm body and see her sweet face as he woke each morning, to hear her gentle breathing and feel it against his skin. His hand lay on her stomach, he gently rubbed his hand back and forth, A hatchling, no he corrected himself, a child, a human child,...

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The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 15 Partings

After the first month or so of school, memories of the summer holidays had faded quickly. The study workload had increased dramatically, and I was glad I had taken the time to set myself a strict program. With schoolwork, practice for my next piano grade exam, and rehearsals and playing at the Mirage, Friday nights were my only regular free time. After the blow-up with Katey Jackson, I didn’t bother going to the youth group meetings on Sunday nights, which gave me some time to get things...

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Female DelightsChapter 2 Partings

The trouble came when EK0803 was assigned to wait on table at a banquet and was grabbed by an old retired army officer who had been a close friend of the Emir's father. He was now almost totally unable to perform sexually, and when he failed with EK0803 it was natural that he should blame her. He complained loudly to the Emir in front of several other guests and the Emir decreed that she should be given to the old man as some small recompense; he could then do with her whatever he wished....

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The Partnership

THE PARTNERSHIP June recognised the woman she was standing beside at the counter of the department store. She could not remember her name but knew she had seen her somewhere before. They were both in the lingerie department about to pay for their goods. In the woman's arms were two outlandish night dresses and several pairs of underwear that were definitely too big for her. "For the mother-in-law?" June inquired, and the lady replied, "Actually no, for my husband." June just...

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Indecent proposal A cheating wife story

One Monday morning Roger came into my office, just after 10 am break and asked me if I had ever seen a film called Indecent Proposal. I told him that I hadn't seen it, but I'd seen some trailers and knew what it was about. "Well" said Roger, "What would you say if I offered you £500.00 to spend a night with me? After the party at Andy's house, I decided that it would be wiser not to involve Les in any further liaisons for the mean time. After all he was meant to be my hubby, John's best friend...

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Tales From Mist WorldChapter 14 A Rude Awakening and Departure

Jake’s dreamed of him and Catherine standing on the bridge of the Karenna sailing the skies. In the dream, Catherine was holding their infant son. The eels were there along with many tiny eels floating around them. The dream changed, Jake was laying in his bed. Catherine was lightly stroking his face. Then she kissed him and covered him with a blanket. The dream ended and he drifted deeper into slumber. He was awoken by a knock on his cabin door. Jake sat up looking around. It took a few...

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Sexual Participation

Image of perfection Object of an affection in sexing Fantasizing freaky positions of you in submission Pushing pulling twisting and moaning A Place where I could store my erection Splendid features Tongue kissing fucking Look up cause I got mirrors on the ceiling Reflecting your ass bouncing silly Soon as you come in right away If you’re willing Splay your legs open Game played by 2 My sexual motivation Got you yelling spots for me to do? Amazed by the way you grind Just for fun I bet ill...

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Private compartment

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sands," the conductor explained, "I know you have a reservation for a private berth, but due to over booking all we have left is a compartment for two!!!" "Your berth mate is a nice young man, so we hope you can see your way clear to accept these alternate accommodations at no cost to you of course!!!" The train was about to leave the station and Vic Sands was just finding out that his reservation on the Overland Chief from Chicago to Seattle was not being honored because of...

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Partners

Partner's by Brigitte What's eating you? Huh, what do you mean? You've been acting like your about to testify on something you had no involvement on. I don't understand; what do you mean? Barbara I have been your partner for the past four year's. we have been through too much together... Mark If you think I'm going to let you down? NO. no, what I am trying to say is ... I don't know how to put it except... I care. What is wrong? Barbara look's away and start's to cry. ...

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COBRANDO 1ordf parte

Desde hacia un tiempo tenia un amigo, más o menos fijo, con el que quedaba en su casa y me follaba muy bien. Era su putita, como el decía y yo hacía todo por complacerle.Era madurito, bien conservado, depilado y vicioso, con ganas siempre de hacer cosas nuevas, probar, etc. etc. Me hacía vestir de cosas que le ponían. Me marcaba una especie de guión y yo, su putita, se lo hacía. Me compraba la ropita y los zapatos que quería que me pusiese, los juguetes con lo que me penetraba o me excitaba,...

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Ruminations on Dionas deflowerment in Sparta

A recent post prompted a comment that made me think about why I found this series so intensely erotic, and why I still watch it at every opportunity when it is on TV.The scene is of the deflowering of the slave Diona (2:54 in the clip).https://xhamster.com/videos/lucy-lawless-jaime-murray-marisa-ramirez-spartacus-2076904A commenter asked why was this posted her as it is not even porn. However I think of porn as being the depiction of sexual behaviour in film, books, dance or live, that is...

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Ruminations on Dionas deflowerment in Sparta

A recent post prompted a comment that made me think about why I found this series so intensely erotic, and why I still watch it at every opportunity when it is on TV. The scene is of the deflowering of the slave Diona (2:54 in the clip).A commenter asked why was this posted her as it is not even porn. However I think of porn as being the depiction of sexual behaviour in film, books, dance or live, that is designed to arouse and cause sexual excitement. This is not explicit in that we see no...

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Peeping Jane at the apartments

When my girlfriend and me broke up, I moved in to some apartments that was on the other side of town. It was a nice apartment, it overlooked the pool, and it was on the second… When my girlfriend and me broke up, I moved in to some apartments that was on the other side of town. It was a nice apartment, it overlooked the pool, and it was on the second floor. The bad thing was the glass door leading to the deck outside and the drive to my job. The drive to my job was a 30 minutes without...

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The Count of Monte CristoChapter 112 The Departure

The recent event formed the theme of conversation throughout all Paris. Emmanuel and his wife conversed with natural astonishment in their little apartment in the Rue Meslay upon the three successive, sudden, and most unexpected catastrophes of Morcerf, Danglars, and Villefort. Maximilian, who was paying them a visit, listened to their conversation, or rather was present at it, plunged in his accustomed state of apathy. "Indeed," said Julie, "might we not almost fancy, Emmanuel, that those...

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Lost In Hazel Eyes Part4

My movement woke Shan up, I felt him stir before his grip on me tightened and he took a deep breath. I felt him hesitate for a second before he realised it was me. I pretended as if I were still asleep to see what he would do. He breathed in my scent as his arm travelled higher and his hand found my left breast. He drew me in closer as he leaned over me trapping his hand cupping my breast under us. I felt his lips on my neck as he squeezed my breast gently. He planted light kisses on the back...

4 years ago
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Lost In Hazel Eyes Part3

I woke up in the middle of the night to find my panties damp and my nipples swollen. I was hot, the covers tangled at my feet. My satin blouse stuck to my sweaty chest, I could feel the heat emanating from my vagina. I got out of bed and walked over to the window opening it up to let in the cool air. The back of my apartment building overlooked a large forested area which encircled a lake. Untouched by the lights of the city the moon lit up the tops of the trees and reflected off the flowing...

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The couple Afterparty

On the other side next to him sat Mary. Seth whispered something in her ear and he noticed that Mary was blushing. Her lips formed a word, she then sighted and walked off into the kitchen. John looked surprised but Seth ignored his slave. When Mary came back, she bend forwards, with her back to Seth, to put a fresh beer on the table. He hiked up her skirt and saw her thong inside her pussy, just as Seth had ordered her minutes before. Mary put the skirt back and walked away, He noticed that...

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Havanas Lake Trip Part3

A couple of hours later I woke up to a small hand slowly moving the length of my cock. Up and down in long smooth strokes, I softly moaned as the hand made my cock harden. I gathered my wits together enough to figure out it was Havana's hand. I turned toward her and we kissed. Her lips still had the taste of Liz as we made out. My right arm drew her left breast to my face as I drew it into my mouth. I dropped my hand down to her sweet valley and slowly traced small circles with my...

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Trail of tears part3

This house was built just for my twisted tendencies. The dungeon is actually a concrete bunker divided into two rooms. The bunker was built and buried a year or so before the house, while the hay was high and no one could see what was going on. All the walls, floors, and ceilings are three foot thick reenforced concrete, at least 12 feet underground. The house was built a year later on what appeared to be undisturbed ground, So the bunker is not in the drawings and not on file with the...

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Trail of tears Part2

Two older teens maybe 18 or 19 had snuck in the yard and were skinny dipping and fondling each other in the pool. The girl was slightly more developed than Danni, her hips had filled in, but still had A cups, dirty blonde hair. The boy was roughly the same age maybe a year younger, brown hair, his young cock fully developed was standing straight out in front of him. I crept out the patio door, staying in the shadows, and made my way around to the chaise lounge where they...

2 years ago
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Dannell Donnell and Darnell What Just Happened part4

“So, we’re sorry we couldn’t get here sooner.” Dannell said. “That’s ok, I got to know your Uncle Leon better,” I said coyly, even though I presumed they would know how Leon had comforted and then made love to me soon enough, if they did not already know. I smiled sincerely, but the emotions that had been tapped were not far from the surface. I was still feeling a little emotional, first from having been with LaMar under rough circumstances, and then Leon in what was almost the precise...

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daddys daughters diaries part3

Chrystal woke as the sun was beginning to peep through her curtains. Had it all been a dream? She thought. Instinctively she touched her pussy. It was a tiny bit sore, so no it was real. Slipping out of bed Chrystal wanted her Daddy. She crept into James room, he was still asleep but he must have been having a nice dream by the look of the erection that poked out of the covers. Chrystal leaned over to kiss her Daddy passionately on the lips. James grabbed her pulled her over him and kissed...

4 years ago
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Innocence Enslaved part 4 Afterparty

Emily lay still, exhausted. She could feel the prickly fur of the dog that had mounted her, stuck to her soft, smooth skin of her bare body, stuck to the dried saliva, sweat and cum of multiple men. Even now she could feel remnants of the creatures cum slowly leaking from her sore, stretched pussy to mingle with the sperm of her father and uncle dripping down her round buttocks. The pretty young redhead had given up. Just hours ago she had woken, dazed and confused, strapped naked to a...

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It started with an itchand continued part3

“So what we gonna do now” said Tim, “We have to make it fast as I have to go in 30 minutes”. “Better get ‘em off then” said David, and both lads threw their clothes onto the floor. They stood there with their boners waving between them until David pulled Tim into an embrace and for a couple of minutes they ground their boners together while they made out. Then David pulled Tim onto the bed and they got into another cuddle with Tim on top. “I really missed you on Sunday” said Tim, “I was...

4 years ago
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A Willing Particiant

“Road Trip!” Mary tried to excite her sixteen year old son as she happily scurried about, packing her bags. “Ooo… Yea… Road Trip.” He sarcastically replied. Travis didn’t share his mother’s enthusiasm. He dreaded the long drive to visit his aunt and cousins in Sacramento. A whole week they would be staying. He didn’t know if he could stand the little brats for that long. “Oh come on. It’ll be fun!” Mary was’ excited. She had no special plans, but looked forward to just getting...

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