Sonya Blade Femmefatality 2
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Introduction: This is a follow up to a previous story The following takes place the morning after Sonya, a senior manager in the bank, who was leading some of the training on a residential course, had been well fucked by Michael, one of the young males that she manages. There were 5 young males that Sonya manages on the course and they had got her really drunk and then Michael took advantage of her in her room. This story follows on from the end of the previous story: Sonya stripped off what...
This story was written for my wife Sonya. Story Codes: (F/M, fist, forced)Sonya's forced Fantasy (aka Sonya's Story) (c) 2010 by DireWolfSonya was a hot twenty-something brunette at 5'5, 108 pounds with wide flaring hips, a curvy ass and perky B cup breasts. She had a great smile as well that lit up any room she was in. She did not have many relationships, preferring the long lasting ones instead of one-night stands.One day, Sonya's computer broke down and she called the local repair...
Chapter 1 – Sonya's hair It seemed to Sonya that her Mistress stayed angry with her all thetime lately. No matter what Sonya did, it was wrong and she was punished. Asshe finished loading the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen after dinner,she sighed. It was the loud SIGH from Sonya that caught Mistress Martine's attention.Dammit, she thought to herself, that girl had been a pain in the ass the pastfew weeks. All she did was moan and groan and sigh and complain about whatshe had to do. It...
Introduction: This is just a short story and I would appreciate any constructive comments. By now Sonya was nearly 40 and a senior manager in the bank, in charge of a department of over 300. After 2 kids, her body was not quite as firm as it once was, but she was still really hot. There were quite a few young males in their early twenties who worked for her and she was regarded as the ultimate MILF. Some of them were unashamed in their flirting with Sonya, and she didnt complain as she loved to...
A "Hot Rags" short Chapter 1 Sonya came home; Jessie was waiting impatiently. "Did you get it?" "Uh huh." "Where is it?" "Here." It was a small bottle of... liquid something. It was thick and viscous, opbviously. It was black as black ink at midnight. It was in a small cut-glass bottle with a beautifully-scrolled "#9" engraved into one of its sides. "How's that supposed to help?" "I don't know -- Nikki just said for us to go up to the bedroom and undress and then...
How many XH members do anything other than wank to the content? How many wonder what it would be like to play c2c with someone else? Well I've gone into this unseen world and this story is a compilation of several sessions in one with a XH friend who I shall call Bill.The first step is doing a bit of planning and preparation. I look around me and check that all the items I will need are in place. I log into Skype and click on his link. Finally my friend appears on screen and we exchange ...
I drove through the pub car park to the furthest corner where I could see just one car parked where we had agreed. He was front out, so I went in front first and when our windows were in line I opened mine, “Hi Pauline”, “Hi Sonya”. We had exchanged a few messages online, but neither profile had a face pic – we only knew what our cocks looked like!“Can we go somewhere safe?” he asked“Yes, we drive to X, then switch to one car. Do you know the way?” (X is a local...
Hello everyone, I often read others stories from my mobile phone. I usually slip into bed while my hubby is busy watching his space shows on TV. I enjoy reading erotica late at night while rubbing myself as I skim through stories on indiansexstories2.net. For change, I decided to unload fantasizes for everyone to read. You will get to meet Sonya and learn what excites her mind. Hope you enjoy and do provide feedback since this is my first attempt. Here we go! Ah! Another cold bleary day and I...
Angela Blade Chronicles Chapter 2: Switzerland When we left Angela Blade she was learning to cope with life as a three-year-old girl after being a male FBI agent. Not wanting to have to go live with her grandparents in Saudi Arabia a Muslim country. Trying to be a good girl and the daughter of a mafia kingpin. As we begin this chapter the Blade family is getting ready to fly to Switzerland. But daddy I thought we were staying here in Australia for the...
This is the fourteenth story set in my Legacy Universe and like the others is a stand alone story. You don't have to have read any of the others to understand this one, but it might help to have read Glamour Girl and the Infiltrator. This story is shorter than any of the others in this universe and was originally intended to be a bit of a quickie inspired by the powers of a character from Glamour Girl, though it did end up a bit longer than originally intended. The Return of Red...
Angela Blade Chronicles Chapter 1: The Beginning Hi my name is, oops was, Alan James Mickleson, career military, I was 30 years old. My call sign is/was Pac-Rat to my Army buddies. Yeah that's right I am a, or in this case, I was an Army helicopter pilot. Until the day I was ordered on a mission to South America to help the CIA apprehend a federal criminal named Jonathon Monroe Blade. Head of a mafia origination named the Blade family. I was flying an Apache helicopter tracking his...
This story continues on directly from my first story, Sonya’s Siren Song. In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she awoke, but just in case, I quietly slipped out of the side of my bed, and put my pyjama pants back on. I looked down at the still-sleeping Sonya, lying with her back to me, and I remembered...
Slavery of Nina Williams & Sonya BladeBy Sonya Esperanto [email protected]: About two female characters from two different video games (Nina Williams is from Tekken and Sonya Blade is from Mortal Kombat), who were sent on assignments to go to Iran and kill the crazy President but get captured instead. They shall never return back to America and Ireland, and will instead spend the rest of their lives as the very things they dreaded. Both women ended up as a the...
Boyle, tried to project confidence that he didn't quite feel as he reviewed with Rowan and Oddtus for the last time what his arranged role was in the madness that was about to occur. Somehow, despite his growing nervousness, he kept his head held high and somehow a smile on his hard-edge but still round face. In the trials of the last seasons, the formerly stocky lad had replaced most, if not quite all of his flab with honest hard muscle. His eyes, like Rowan's and Gwenda's, were black...
It’s Friday night and I get ready to go out. The night is young and the streets are mine. I’m ready to out on the warpath and make someone pay for a certain injustice that was done to a friend of mine. I’m gonna do something that’s very illegal and might cost me my life. It doesn’t matter what happens. It needs to be done in the name of justice and revenge. That’s what’s up. It wasn’t always like that, though. Oh, my bad. You must be wondering who I am. The name is Alfonso Brown. Little Fonzie...
Angela Blade Chronicles Chapter 3 They finish as Tom and Jerry cartoons we were watching goes off. We go to the airport and we board the jet. There is a fifteen-minute delay as the crews grade the snow off the runway. We finally get airborne and we are now heading back to Australia I fall asleep in the special car seat built into the jet's seats. I wonder what is in store for me in Australia. Grandpa Blade says to Grandma, "That he has to stop in India for a while on some...
Emmeline felt the panicked chill of sudden despair. This was a nightmare made real. Granddad had made it here after all, but the beast had beaten her so quickly that he'd had to face it without her, and he'd managed to get it bound, but now the bindings were failing and she didn't know what to do and Granddad wasn't moving and there was so much blood... Alex still had her arm over his shoulders; he pulled her forward. "Come on, Em, we've gotta go." He was right; all they could do now...
1st Author note: This story was inspired by Bill Hart's great cover on TG caps at the below address: http://tgcaps.com/caps/modcovers/billhart/superheroines/ConanTheBarbarian258.jpg.php I'd like to encourage everyone to take the time to look Bill Hart's Cap before reading the below story. 2nd Author note: I've wanted to write this story for a couple of years but the idea of writing a story on an iconic character like Conan is very daunting. There is the Conan of Robert Howard,...
For the next two marching days the regiment made good progress, nearly thirteen leagues. The wounded of the 4th Reserve Company still slightly kept the pace slower than Rowan would have preferred but he would not ever offer a single word of complaint to the many still injured. They had fought and held their ground while their friends around them had died, all in the name of Rowan and his infernal sword. They trusted and believed in him and he knew he must never let their faith in him down! If...
It was late summer, on a Friday afternoon, after a long week, as I turned into my driveway, and there was Sonya, playing a solo game of basketball with the hoop over the garage door. The weather was still warm, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a pink sleeveless top, and as she jumped gracefully into the air to take a shot, I thought, She moves just like her mother. She put the ball straight through the hoop, caught it on its first bounce off the concrete, and then turned to...
If Boyle had been amused by the Lady Ayleth's modesty back at the hot tub in Dragontooth, her reaction to the casual partial nudity that was common in Corælyn, was even more entertaining. Even in the late autumn, the humid and warm winds from both sea coasts kept the temperature quite pleasant and the attire rather stimulatingly casual. For women, the presentation of mostly bare breasts, and their virtually always pierced nipples, was quite the art form. The Foole, quite sincerely, tried to...
100% fiction! Ryan restlessly squirmed in his chair while he waited for the principal to get off the phone. he was geting tired an it was getting dark out. He didn't like athority and he hated to answer all those questions he knew mr's snipit would be hurling at him. so what iF HE skiped class. Big deal. But what really had him hacked off was being ordered to go to the principal's office after Chief Rayborn an mr's brisk smelled pot smoke. ryan stood up and stretched his arms above his head. He...
FetishNotes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this! Wednesday, January 22nd A raven watched the Unmei house, perched on a power line. It had been watching the house for the last two days, ever since its Master had bid it to watch and wait. A car departed, carrying away four humans clutching powerful talismans, each stinking of a different element. The raven took flight, its Master needed to be informed. "What are you, Britney?" Kyle asked as he started his Ford Taurus. He was grounded,...
Emmeline stood up abruptly. Her heels cli-click cli-clicked across the polished black granite floor, echoes emphasizing the emptiness of the cavernous lobby. Alex watched her hips snap with every step, her movements those of an uneasy predator. The shredded sheen of her stockings betrayed a harrowing night of tested limits. Reflections of halogen spotlights slithered over the perfect gloss of her blood-red coat like sparks in a flame. Alex wondered how much longer her flame could burn so...
* Letters * mean they're stressed. LetTers mean their tone of voice is raised. _ Letters _ mean they're accented but not stressed. Members.home.net/dow75stories Gem Starr 01) "May This Blade Find Its Mark?" By Ron Dow75 [email protected] "Midnight of the Eve of a Full Moon," pronounced a green-eyed girl in a white robe and cowl. "Ere 24 hours hast passed, this spell shalt attain its fulfillment. May all who mock the White Goddess by cursed." "May the White Goddess...
On the second day in Kyoto Misao: Wake up, Himura! It's morning! Oh, you're already up. I thought I'd get to see what you look like half-asleep. Kenshin: Oro? Miss Misao, your clothes! (Misao is dressed in quieter shirt and shorts.) Misao: Normal clothes for Kyoto. Walking around my home ground in battle dress is a little weird even for me. Okina: If you're ready, let's go, Himura. Kenshin: Oro? Okina: Kyoto has changed a lot in the ten years you've been gone. Today I thought...
"You weren't supposed to see that." Chester's head was still in his hands. He took a deep breath and sighed a weary sigh. "What the hell is it?" Alex asked. "Is that what's going to happen?" Em repeated, her voice rising. "Because of me?" "No, of course not," Chester replied. "I mean ... we don't know what form it'll take. But we're better prepared for this than ever; I'm sure they've already mobilized, and once they identify it ... there's a response plan for every...
We've only met in person once before, but communicate extensively and intimately online. I've never fucked a younger man before Daddy. In fact I've only fucked 3 other men in nearly 20 years. But there was this longing, deep in the pit of my belly. A need that wouldn't go away, despite my best attempts to deny it. He has released me. Unstoppered the bottle and let the genie, or rather a dirty wet cunted whore who longs to serve him free. He looks me up and down. Partly out of lust,...
Cool air hits his rugged sweat soaked skin after a long day at work. For a moment he forgets he is not being greeted at the door by Zoe's soft kisses as usual...the house is quiet, a single candle burns in each room. He pulls back the curtain to the bedroom just as she's walking out to greet him she bumps into him with delight...the smell of his sweat dripping down his neck sparks something in her. She's been craving him all day she leans into him and delivers a sweet wet kiss he smiles and...
BDSMI did not feel like celebrating but I sat down with the others at the big table and was asked to tell them about my time at the academy. I gave them a very rough and condensed version and I did not even finish part of it as there was too much to explain and I could tell I had lost them as I told about the formal dinner, so I recalled the events around the duel and that was well received. I also told father that I would not be here for long and that a ship was on its way to pick me up. Elena...
Oddly, the fear of running out of money during the long overland journey soon proved to be a chimerical concern. If anything, their coin purses just seemed to grow fatter and heavier with every stop that they made along the road! Right from the very start, Oddtus had made some sort of deal with a westward going caravan heading towards the big walled city of Apeleia (Applewood) offering to share his 'two personal guards' to help guard their caravan, for just a minor payment. With the fears...
It took exactly a week to arrive in Tellismere from the crossing at the ford, and the towns of Glideuch and Ghasby came and went with little to remark about them to remain in Rowan's memory. At every stop they gained some fresh coins for their caravan guard fee, but nothing like the large sums they had earned earlier on the other side of the great river. Here nearer the capitol, things seemed safer and talk of war remained that, just talk. All of this land on the western side of the Duchy,...
Survivors of the Battle of Kenniford swore that as bad as this battle had been, the dreadful defense of the town of Ruromel had been worse, but Rowan was not at all sure. Only the deadly accurate missile fire of the goblin slingers had kept the sides of the battle-line clear enough to allow the flanking cavalry archers the freedom to sweep the opposing Eorfleode ranks with bow fire deadly enough to keep their center line from being massively overwhelmed, right from the very start of the...
Emmeline felt the terrible creature staring at her, its seething contempt coiling and slithering across her soul. Death itself had surely come for her. Her heart kicked in her chest like desperate prey. The beast's thick chiseled arm rose from its side, its skin like rippling stone armor, a three-fingered hand clenching into a fist the size of a man's head. And then something that began like distant rolling thunder gathered and swelled and surrounded, at once carnivorous growl and...
The Burning Blade By Whisper PROLOGUE:He could feel the darkness. Always it was there, sometimes waiting like a lover of the ages, patiently biding its time until the moment when it could embrace him. Other times, it hungered, drawing him in leaving him feeling powerless and weak. How long ago had it changed? When did the darkness leave him, abandon him and walk away, while he stood silently in this void. The cold, silent and heartless darkness had been long lasting. It held no passion, no...
The alarm was first raised by Juro, a local fisherman who had a small fishing hut on log poles in one of the shallow corners of the river near the edge of Lily Lake. He then nearly at once attracted the attention of Àcheram, the Dockmaster, who then began blowing the horn he always kept by his side, as if he were trying to rouse all of Tellismere itself. The Dockmaster had the keenest eyes in the village, and could smell trouble even further away, it was said. He was now blowing his horn with...
It was the sixth of Lagufæ, the late-mid summer month of the Goddess of the Sea, before Rowan had regained much of his strength once again and realized probably for the first time that his old life here in this village was now over for good. His master's-piece done, his relationship with his old master Gorge was now rather different; not strained, but things were indeed now a bit different between the two men. Sitting here and sharing a pint of beer at the Goblin's Head with him at the same...
As they ran for awhile, Rowan wondered out loud, as much to himself as to Gwenda. "Do we need to leave a more obvious trail of our passage? I've heard that they are keen trackers, but I know nothing of them from any personal experience." The girl laughed and replied, "Their tracking skills are more than adequate to follow us here in this soft river mud, nearly indefinitely, without any assistance from us! Their eyes are not quite as keen as ours, but they can follow our scent nearly as...
With barely a full company's worth of troops currently able to stand or bear arms, Rowan ordered the brave soldiers to take their rest and enjoy the fruits of victory. The Count declared a day of celebration in the town, and a great many wine and ale casks were breached. Some of the now veteran warriors found dalliance with the grateful townsfolk, or their family and friends of the refugee camp followers. Military discipline was abandoned for several days as everyone drank and feasted and...
Someone jumped Em from behind; she staggered forward, then back, small hands reaching around her head and covering her mouth. The little man in front of her lowered his head and charged, hands out, shoving her in the belly. Em desperately tried to stay on her feet, her high heels skritching backwards, but there was something on the floor -- another one of them! Em felt sickly weightless, then crashed against wood and bodies. They seemed to come from everywhere. Em reached up to get free of...
Alex jolted awake. The cat was licking his face again. Alex shooed it away. "I am not a salt lick," he hissed. His mouth was dry; the sheets were damp with perspiration. His hand found the nightstand. The die-cast model Supra was pushed aside to find an empty glass. Alex shuffled down the hall. The little Christmas tree on the coffee table was dark, but the plastic Santa in the window still glowed, most of the paint gone from the face, its permanent grin a little creepy. Last...
Okina: One of Shakkuu's killing swords! Misao: Watch out, Himura! He's still got a hidden sword! (The long blade whips around to strike at Kenshin from behind.) Chou: This is my favorite blade of all! The killing sword Hakujin no Tachi!(1) Okina: It's long! Misao: Himura! (Kenshin ducks a little to the side.) Seikuu: That won't work! Just dodging by a hair's breath won't-- (Chou snaps his wrist; the point snakes down and buries itself in Kenshin's thigh.) Chou: Right on...
all characters are over the age of eighteen years ***ARAN – Ironshire, Ekistair*** The clashing of steel echoed throughout the basement beneath Smythe’s house as dull-edged practice blades met repeatedly. Smythe circled Aran, whirling a huge, five-foot long great-sword like it weighed nothing. His footwork was impeccable, and he stepped with a precision and grace that belied his tall, wide-shouldered stature. Smythe had chosen to use the basement rather than the yard outside to keep away...
She put the ball straight through the hoop, caught it on its first bounce off the concrete, and then turned to face me, smiling happily and dribbling the ball on the spot, as I put the car into Park and switched off the engine. “Hey, Leon,” she said, as I got out. She always called me by my first name. “Hi,” I answered, as I shut the car door. “Did’ya have a good day?” she asked. “Yeah, it was good. Productive, too,” I replied. “Well, I’ve been productive, too....
You are a man in a woman's world, but that hasn't stopped you from becoming the man you are, you posses skills and power that can compete with the beautiful fighters yet you still live in thier shadow perhaps you can change that if you truly wish it. Let us step into the lives of these men and see what awaits before them, what decision they will make and how it will affect the world as they know it.
I had a wonderful experience with a disposable razor and a neighbor that I just have to share with you. First, let me describe her. Christina is 24-years old, has shoulder-length blonde hair, and measures 34D-22-33. She has an athletic build and a beautiful face highlighted with a small beauty mark on her cheek and subtle makeup. I’ve had the hots for her for a while, and come close to fucking before, but nothing happened until last night. I invited Christina down to taste a new bottle of...
There's something exciting about having control over her and making her feel what I want her to feel when I want her to feel it. That was the thought going through my mind as we collected our tickets from the counter outside the theater. I had received two passes for movies and knew that she was the one I wanted to accompany me. I wanted hers to be the hand that touched mine as we ate popcorn from the same bucket and hers to the be thigh that mine touched when my leg wandered over to the...
It wasn’t often that Rebecca could free herself early enough in the day to surprise Wesley with dinner. Lately, though, with Wesley spending his afternoons in the library, she had found time to indulge her culinary whims before he got home. This afternoon, the first time this week, she had stopped at the city market and purchased a rack of ribs, smiling at her own extravagance. When Wesley got home he would be greeted by the smell of barbecue sauce. They would still have a good bit of the...
I had Meri toss the kid his rusty knife as we left the campsite. The shadows were almost nonexistent, and the morning wind had a dampness that promised rain. Yea. We didn't have to wait long before the downpour started. I had just raised the cowl of my robes when I glanced over and saw a miserable Meri trying to keep up with me. I needed to get her a hooded cloak of some sort in the next village, if at all possible. I was about to offer one of my robes to her, but it just felt wrong to do...
The Divine: The Weaver's - The Three Great Goddesses; Urðra, Veránda & Skúlda - the Maiden, the Matron and the Crone. They spin, weave and shear our fates into the Ymbwyrcan — the Great Tapestry of Life, to which even the Younger Gods are subject. The Younger Gods, the Æðelings: Seven brothers and sisters. All except for Yfelde Soð are either presumed dead or Banished) Grund — God of the Earth Lagufæ - Sea Goddess Gléagerád — God of Mirth and Wisdom Gældra — Goddess of Spirit...
Crystal Lake City of Tellismere (Capitol of Duchy, where the short Klure River flows west into the Great Western Sea from Crystal Lake) Village of Swanford (just east of Crystal Lake up the Emerald River) City of Evesham (coastal southern port of the Bekingham River, where it flows south from Crystal Lake) Town of Meribren (small coastal town) Town of Alnmouth (small coastal town near the Juniper Mountains) Dead Tree Island (ruined town along a dangerous point of the Emerald...
Dukes Summer Island Castle and Village of Swanford Emerald River and River Guard Tower Crystal Falls and Brittle Mountains Beran Island & Village (Meaning Bear) Hanna Island & Archaic Ruins (Forbidden) Osweleg Island & Village (Meaning Oswyn's Island) Docks & Walled Town of Haldyne Walled Town of Lacestone Walled City of Applewood (or Apeleia "Apple Tree Clearing") Bekingham River (Flows South to Coastal City of Gemehold) Roger's Ford (Highest River Crossing...
The Maiden Urðra frowned as she reached into her box of raw threads and discarded handful after handful. 'Too dark!' She muttered, mostly to herself, as she drove her hand into her spinning box yet deeper, to find something newer and brighter ... or at least something different. "Yes indeed." The Matron Veránda muttered in concurrence. "The weaving has been much too dark, as of late, and my next panel could do with a bit of brightness." "Quite so!" The Crone Skúlda rasped with...
If there had been a nicer mid-summer, late afternoon in Swanford, then Rowan couldn't remember it. The sun was warm, and very nicely so, but there was enough of a western breeze, off of the ocean and the lake, to keep even the hot forge from being a sweltering place of misery. Off and on all day, he had been hearing sounds of laughter and play from the river, probably from the region of the Lily Lake, but for awhile yet Rowan had some last remaining duties to perform before he could think...
The young friends finished their meal and parted ways for the evening. Bryce was needed back at the bridge guard tower for duty, until the caravan was unloaded down at the southern warehouse, and Boyle wanted to be back at the stables to look over the horses. He would have a busy night attending to them, especially the injured ones, and he would likely also spend much, if not all, of his day tomorrow helping to repair any damage to the wagons. Half-day of scheduled work or not, Boyle was...
The next morning was like most mornings, her parents getting ready for work and leaving almost before she was awake. Kimber smiled as she recalled the one oddity of that particular morning. Dipping her toe into the water, before diving in to begin her workout, she remembered the look on her mother’s face as she caught sight of her daughter returning to her room sans clothing. As she stroked through the water, she felt only a little guilty that she had perhaps delayed a bit in the bathroom,...
As the Duke's carriage was back in its normal place in the stables of Haldyne, the Ducal Lady ordered it prepared to carry her back to Swanford the next morning. This wasn't unexpected, and frankly didn't slow down her companions too much at all. Her two white horses were fast and strong and knew the road northeast to the village well. Her guard escort had wanted to move swiftly up the road at a much faster pace than wagons, or carriages could go, but the relatively short trip to the...
The first significant threat of danger came a few days later, on their fifth day of the voyage, as the crew was putting out the dinner campfire, and nearly everyone was preparing their bedrolls along the shore. Knowing that he was unlikely to get any sleep, yet once again, Rowan volunteered to take the first camp watch, to stay up until the moon was in the center of the night sky. One of the crewmen, Tashyl, was taking his turn to hold a similar watch onboard the boat, in case trouble came...