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This story is probably true. In our city there are no less than two world class IVF clinics, and we have several friends who work in the field. During a dinner party one evening in which the red wine flowed rather too freely, we began to challenge them – mostly playfully – about the cost of programmes and their success at making money out of people’s misfortune as well as babies. It wasn’t a fair criticism, but it did prompt a raft of stories around the table, one of which concerned ‘Charlotte...
It was the summer of ’67 when it happened. I remember, because it was about six months after my seventeenth birthday. Momma and Daddy had died in a bad car accident, and I was left to run the small family farm by myself. My older brother Bobby, was off fighting the war at the time of the accident and with no one to help me, I was in real trouble. Fortunately our neighbor, Charlie Perkins, came to my rescue. Our small farm sat on the outskirts of the city of Nowata, Oklahoma. It wasn’t much,...
Charlie Fielding was not only following a family tradition. Charlie was following a personal dream. For as long as he could remember he had watched his Grandfather, his Father, his siblings and many of his uncles dress in their uniforms and go off to defend this great nation. When he was young, all he ever wanted to be was a soldier. As he got older, he added to his dream. Now he wanted to be a soldier AND a Veterinarian. The summer between his junior and senior year in high school his parents...
This story will make a little more sense if you read CHARLIE'S PAIN AND HEALING first as this is a continuation of that short story. The wedding went off without a hitch and throughout the reception Charlie and Amanda were constantly together. They were always touching, giving each other gentle kisses and staring soulfully into each other's eyes. Every time he looked at Amanda Charlie felt his heart swell with love. At times he wondered just how he could have been so lucky to win her for his...
Eighteen year old Ashley Chester nervously smoothed her white shirt. So this was the biker's spring festival? Freddy had dreamed of coming here? It was horrible! All the noise and the smell of beer and exhaust fumes! Ashley put a strand of her short mouse-brown hair behind her ear. Freddy Mason, her boyfriend, had been so excited. He had finally talked his rich father into buying him a Harley Davidson. He had been so cute, like a boy opening a long awaited Christmas present. And now he wanted...
Charli. Chapter 1 : Note : Story is completely fictional! Dot, along with the rest of her family, was much too busy with survival in post-war Germany. Social amenities for young teenagers were non-existent. Life for a mischievous and playful girl-woman was nonetheless exciting. But sexual awareness had not played a large part in this young girl's life till, much to her surprise, she learned she was to be an exchange student for the following school year. Paris, France. Dot's father had ...
BisexualI’m David, 35 attractive with a hard body. Toned after two years fixing this place up. I was your average horny husband and never strayed. My wife and I enjoyed an active but vanilla sex life. I have no complains. We would fuck at the drop of a hat and enjoyed oral especially, if one was tired or we had time limitations. That ended two years ago in a car crash in which my wife died. The compensation from the crash paid for these rundown stables and the money to fix them up. Oh and I can’t...
This story is an excerpt from a book I read, and if you like it half as much as I did, comment, friend me, and I will give you the title and author. It is a long passage, but you will be glad that it is. read-on, and enjoy.I was in a girls finishing school, renowned throughout merry Olde England as the finest disciplinary establishment in the country, if not the world. The occasion was of my deflowering, a ritual that Rev. B., the headmaster reserved for himself. I was led to the chamber by...
My deflowering.I was f******n and went regularly with my best friend after school. During the holidays, she would sometimes spend a week with me in my home and sometimes it was me who was sleeping in her home. At f******n, the senses awake, we start looking at boys. With my friend we were between age, on the one hand we were still little girls who could play Barbie, but on the other hand we started to be well trained, our breasts were firm and distorted our teeshirt and we knew than boys and...
——————— Part 9: Cindy’s Deflowering ——————— I carried Cindy over and set her down on the couch, lifted her legs, and pulled her butt to the edge of the cushion. I felt a tugging on the back of my underwear, and turned around to see Stacy pulling them off of me. She worked them down over my ass and when she finally pulled them down over my erection, my cock sprang up throwing a line of precum onto the cushion just below Cindy’s ass. I think there is going to be a lot more mess on this couch...
WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. DELETE NOW IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO VIEW THIS TYPE OF MATERIAL.The Author does not condone any of these actions, this is fantasy, make believe, ya know day dreaming. COPYRIGHT 2006: This story is copyrighted by the author, Stillbehindblueeyes. I?d love to hear from you Stillbehindblueeyes (at) yahoo (dot) comIf you post this else ware please let me know and give me access to it. ...
When I went to my car to go to work on Tuesday, there was a small bundle of flowers waiting on it, the stems trapped under the driver's side windshield wiper. They were delicate, white blossoms and they were covered in dew, like the rest of my car. I looked at them for a minute, finally deciding that someone must have made a mistake and left them on the wrong car. They were too pretty to throw away and such a shame to waste, so I ran them back into my apartment and put them in water. Then, I...
Love StoriesThe first dream. I felt Jason’s hand as he cupped my right breast and began to squeeze me as he sighed “Goodnight, sweetheart, as usual you were a terrific fuck. Sweet dreams, baby.” he said as he lightly pinched my nipple and kissed me on the cheek. He watched as Mistress continued to tie me for the night. My legs were tied together at the ankles and the knees and my wrists were tied together and then a chain was attached from my wrists to my ankles. Keeping my hands just above my pussy...
"Have you ever fucked a fish?" Ennis Ezquerra chose to drop that little gem, casual-like, around the campfire during mess. "Ezquerra, what the fuck are you talking about?" Donald Finney asked. The whole unit knew Ezquerra was a completely disgusting fucker with few, if any, redeeming social graces. Picture the greasiest excuse for a building super you could think of. You know, the kind of lardass that spends his days squatting in the basement of a part-firetrap, part-cockroach breeding...
Brandi is a 33 year old corporate executive with a corporation in Dallas, she has never married. She is not currently dating anyone. She is the executive I have been working with to merge the corporation she works for with my corporation. She finally accepted my invitation to join me at my penthouse. I'm pointing out the view of downtown Dallas in the distance, the concerns she had about being behind closed doors became reality. While I stood behind her, my right hand slowly starts rubbing...
Connie looked up at me with the widest, most curious pair of eyes I had ever seen. They were like a bear back from a failed salmon hunt: hungry and brown. Her lips burst with youthful fullness. My cock hardened. I ushered her inside my apartment, closing the door as soon as she was through it. Neighbours like to judge. I gave her the classic European greeting. A brush on each of her radiant, rose-tinted cheeks. Formal enough for a first meeting, yet just warm enough to open the door to promise...
First TimeI am a young (25), fit (5'9" 128lbs run 8 miles daily) attractive (neck length auburn hair, brown eyes) woman working as a paralegal in a law firm in Washington, DC. I also have a intense desire to loose my anal virginity in the office... This is my story...I don't when I really got interested in having anal sex. Maybe it started in college when I started going on Depo Provera for birth control. I think that is the first time that I became aware of sensunous of my butt. I got shivers...
hi all readers I am Shruti and i am going to tell you how i got deflowered and had my first sex eperience.Now i am 24 and this happened to me at 14 when i was about to enter class 8th…my school was a girl’s school and only till class 8th..so someone from all the sections had to be made captain…since i was a bright one i aspired to be THE ONE. so this is how it all started…. i had been noticing my Principal being very impressed with me as he called me in his room quiet often n asked me to help...
Brian woke up from his “power nap” with a hardon of note. It was even leaking!All he could think about was sex and his sexual adventures over the past two days. This had to be his best home-coming ever, he thought. He arrived a virgin but now he was a real man. None of this was ever planned and then to be invited to a second virgin conquest, all within a matter of hours!He was stoked! Never before in the history of mankind could he have imagined this happening to himself!As he had lost his...
College SexHenry and Wanda Banks knew their young 17-year old daugher, Annie, was struggling with her own sexuality. They knew she was well into her adolescence and yet she hadn't had any serious boyfriends and they were pretty sure she hadn't yet lost her virginity. They finally decided on a plan of action one night that would take their budding daughter from her state of virginity straight into the entire world of adult sexual play. Annie would experience not only being deflowered of her virginity...
The Flower Dauphin To contact dauphin, send an e-mail to [email protected] Sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes. I do my best, but I am not perfect. I hope you like the story despite these. Some people are born smart. They know the answer to everything. Some people are born dumb, and they have troubles all their life. I don't know why I was born dumb. I really didn't think that I was dumb. I just thought about simple things and not big things. Like I wondered why does all...
New TG: "Flowers" by Vickie Tern M/F Wife No minors! Flowers by Vickie Tern "Why are you changing your shirt? We're late as it is! They're expecting us!" My wife, a little exasperated, her eyes snapping. "Sara!" Me, also a little exasperated, feeling pressured from two directions. "I can't go like this! I'm still wearing my bra! They might see! You're always worried about the neighbors, what will the neighbors...
Hearts and flowers. Damn it, Tori was surrounded by hearts and flowers, and she hated every second of it. Of course, it was no different from any other Valentine’s Day. Tori had been working at the candy shop for five years now, and every year when the red and green of Christmas gave way to the red and white of Valentine’s Day, she felt like screaming. It was a good job other than those couple months a year, but damn, those couple months were hell. Tori couldn’t remember a time she’d liked...
My monotone life.Shrill beeps are always the first sounds my ears hear, followed by an illogical frenzy to get ready to meet another shades-of-grey day. Toes painfully cramped in their black shoe cages pound the cold, grey concrete. A darker grey building towers over me reminding me of my smallness. Banker clones brush past me in their dark suits, cramming into every remaining crevice of the elevator. The morning passes with sounds of the air conditioning humming, struggling to cool the horde...
OutdoorLYNN FLOWERS By Jane Howard The following story is copyrighted by the author and cannot be duplicated or reproduced anywhere or for any purpose without the author's consent. This story is a continuation of Jane Howard's RUNAWAY, which is also available on FICTIONMANIA. Reading the prequel first is not mandatory. Actually, it might be more fun to read this story first and then read the prequel. LYNN FLOWERS is rated R for mature situations and...
Hi, this is Radhakrishna once again with a hot encounter with a sexy flower selling beauty. I am 28 years of nice looks and a horny guy. Whenever I have free time, I used to roam on the roads to chase the girls. In the process I found a girl, who sells the flowers at a flower stall near my house. First let me describe her. Her name is Madhavi of 25 years and unmarried girl. She always wears chudi. She is fair in color and has very cute face. But her main drawback is her personality. She must be...
She slowly walked through a room full of flowers, she knew something was strange about a room full of flowers, but the scent of them filled her senses and she no longer cared about something as strange as that. She slowly smelt each of the feet as she walked over many different flower petals, not knowing how they got there; they looked so fresh. She reached over to grab a red rose, and smelt it, not even caring when she cut her finger on one of the many thorns the one rose held. She followed...
EroticI toss and turn in the small hours of the night, restless with the wanting of you. It has only been a week since I saw you and still I can not get enough of you. I wake up each day ready to begin anew, knowing that you are in my world. Finally I fall into sleep, and feel you in my arms. Turning, I gather you to me and sigh in contentment. I sleepily kiss the side of you face and chin. As you draw me closer I feel the quickening of your breathing and the warmth of your body as you surround me...
Mujhey Laddoo kehte hain….mein apni family ke saath Alberta Canada ke aik city Calgary mein rehta hoon….Meray dad railway mein guard ki nokri karte hain.idher mein 12th grade mein aik school mein parhta hoon…..yaani meri age isswaqt 15 saal ka bara sexy and cute larka hoon…school se aane ke baad mein apne mahelley ke dooston ke saath park mein Basket Ball khailta hoon…. Mere Dad ziada tar gher se bahir railway duty par rehtay hain aur ghar sirf aik month ke baad aatey hain….sirf two or three...
Gay MaleHi Mera naam Manoj Sharma hai aur mai BHOPAL me rahta hu..mai 22 sal ka hu aur BE graduate hu..ye baat aaj se 6 mahine pahle ki hai jab mai apne ghar gya tha collge khatam karke .ye kahani mere aur mere Sister ke bich me hua jiski umar 23 sal hai aur wo b.com graduate hai Uska naam Pinky Sharma hai aur wo bhot sunder hai Meri mail id hai Agar kisi ladki ya aunty ya copule(for threesome or group sex) ya ladke ko mujhse baat karni ho ya meri sister() se baat karni ho to wo meri mail id pe chat...
I was standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes from last night's poker game when I felt the head of a cock entering my pussy from behind. A really large one. Think, 'Coke can' - and he was just as hard. I inhaled a deep and very audible breath as he pushed into me. I gripped the counter ledge with my fingertips. As a quarter was thrown on the counter I heard Travis' voice. "Good morning, whore.This man is a professional bull. All he does is get women pregnant. You're probably past that stage...
MILFShe lay atop the small rise watching him moving through the glen below. Her heart skipping a beat when she saw his head lift up into the morning sun then look upwards along the hill. Their eyes met, even at this distance she could make out that familiar twinkle. She could see the smile on his lips when he raised his hand and waved. She could feel her throat constrict. For she knew as soon as he cleared the ridge at the far end of the glen, he would be gone forever. The images of the past came...
The warm morning sun started to filter through the curtains of the bedroom window, the rays chased up the side of the bed and fell on Jasmine’s exposed silk slip and crept across her back. Jasmine lay there asleep with the sun warming her ever so gently, her dream had her placed in the arms of her naked lover whom held her spooned into a comfort of bliss. She began to nestle her athletic curved cheeks against her man’s slumbering member until she would feel it start to waken as well. With the...
(The following story is a work of fiction and any reference to any individual, living or dead, is coincidental. This work also contains material of a sexually explicit nature and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen or where such literature is forbidden under law. Criticism is solicited and appreciated, but only if you’ve voted.) * * * * * It all started in the late fall of 1953. I was stationed to Thule, Greenland as part of the Air Force detachment there that provided...
Flower....There is a young Eastern European woman working as a waitress at a local Chinese restaurant. The last 5 or 6 times we have visited I have found myself feeling very attracted to her sensually and increasingly more sexually. The desire to be with her is increasing every time I meet her and I feel I need to let her know but cannot summon the courage. I want her know how I feel and see if she feels the same for me.Yesterday we had a family party and I had just taken my seat when I saw her...
FLOWERS by dkb Amy walked down the street with her menfolk. Little Tommy sat astride her shoulders, holding on to her forehead, little lord of all he surveyed. He was still a constant delight to her, even after three years of being a mum. He was a paradox, clumsy, helpless and dependent and yet also supremely confident, as if everything was there for him and nothing could possibly go wrong. Oh, he cried sometimes, when something startled him or when he hurt himself. But he could...
I sit in front of the gravesite and place the flowers on her grave, which I have been doing every April first for the past forty years. I read the head stone as tears come to my eyes. Forty years ago... It’s ten-o-clock at night, I am sitting in my broken down car, and it’s raining like a motherfucker. If I had gone to spring break in California, I’d be sitting on the beach right now. I’m feeling sorry for myself when I hear a tap on the window and see May from school standing there. I am...
Kevin had been in the pub with his mates since leaving the office. "Another one, lads? My shout." He rose unsteadily, staggered to the bar, winked at the busty barmaid and ordered more beers. She flashed him her stunning smile in return. When his mobile phone rang, he looked at the screen before answering and let out a resigned sigh. "Hey, Sal." "Where the fuck are you, arsehole? It's fucking Valentine's Day!" "Eh?" "We were going for dinner. At Chico's. That posh Italian...
Hana put her cell phone down on the table and sat on her bed for a few minutes. For the past six-month her and Oji chatted online, on the phone and even in person, but to her Oji was only a friend. At the time she was dating someone else, but the guy broke up with her and now she sat there on the bed unsure about her feelings towards Oji. He had cheered her up when she was down, she always had a great time hanging out with him and she found that she was comfortable talking to him on the phone....
The following is my true story. Funny to recall that I was once so naïve I didn’t realize that a girl could get pregnant having sex if the boy had already cum once. I blew Anthony off and then I agreed to have sex with him. We came so close… so incredibly close and I remember how bad it hurt with him trying to get inside me. Then my grandfather knocked on the door and that was the end of it. I was still a virgin… thank god. I started dating Michael six months later and our relationship was...
Sheathed within you to the very root, even the slightest motion, the most minute shift of hips grinding, make me cry out your name. It's more than just a reflex for those specific syllables to form into a sound that helplessly escapes my throat in ragged needy breaths. It's beyond a prayer to some unseen faith.It's like a primal incantation, a chant that calls to something so deep and ancient in human beings that we will never discover a name for it. The things that reach us the deepest, that...
Love StoriesIt's been a while since I wrote about my asian flower, because she and I have not been together for a while, schedules, jobs, k**s, all the areas of life have been in full swing. Well let me tell you, I thought my Asian Flower didn't want any more loving from her black prince, but I was wrong. I was at her home while she worked, and she knows the things that turn me on! I love when she wears those very small shorts where you can see the ass cheeks hanging out, and she has the most gorgeous legs...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. References to the Iraq/Afghanistan Wars and Marine Corps Aviation in general as well as to Headquarters Marine Corps (HQMC) and the Assistant Commandant of the Marine Corps in particular were done for story background. There is no actual resemblance to real persons or factual happenings. These characters and events took flight solely in the "theater of my imagination." There they will remain. Suffice it to say, I have nothing but...
An Opening of a Flower. By Samantha White [email protected] How can a dream turn so sour in a few weeks? Let me explain, my name is/was Thomas Burns, I am now twenty-six years old, I weigh about one hundred and thirty pounds, and am about five foot six inches in height, and always had slightly feminine features. They had always been particularly useful for me as I had always loved dressing up as a girl, when I did dress I was passable as a sixteen- year-old girl, just. I...
Take Time to Enjoy the Flowers Ron was surprised to see there was no one in the den as he walked in. From what Angelina had told him earlier, the den was the de facto gathering place to pass time during parties like this. That had led him to ask how many parties like this there had been here. Angelina’s answer had been evasive and non-specific, but it was more than one and less than a hundred; one hundred would have been very impressive since the family had only come into possession of...
From the corner of my eye I saw some movement in my backyard through the window. I went out quietly through the garage and couldn’t see anything until I looked behind the shed. There was a young girl squatting down and taking a piss. When she finished and stood up, pulling up her jeans, I confronted her, “What are you doing here?” She was so startled she stuttered, “I had to pee so bad I couldn’t stand it. I’m on my way home from school and this was the first place I found. I hope I didn’t...
Your sweet lips spread so wide Showing their pinkness way up inside Your nectar flows freely from within covers my lips my tongue and my chin How sweet do you taste as I lick your smooth flesh Your arousal excites me to do my very best I lick each lip with the most tender of care set my sights at the clit hovering up there I push with my fingers on the hood that is there covering your clit from my amorous care I expose your button to the view of my eyes I lick and I suck and listen to your...
Erotic PoetryTexas, 1848 My name is Susana Jackson. I was widowed two years ago at a young age after my husband Jacob moved us here. I did not like living in this hot place after my native Ohio, and after he died, I was so lonely. I now have two friends here and I need to run Jacob’s general store, so I am busy and do not have time to think about my loneliness. About a year after Jacob passed on, I was tending the store one day and a young Mexican came in. His staring at me filled me with anxiety. But I...
May Flowers On a warm and balmy spring evening, You and I went to the movies. I wore a turquoise halter top and a dark denim skirt. At around seven, we had a nice italian dinner and saw a horror movie. Heat seared my skin as she leaned her head down to the nape of my neck. I waited for the moment that would cause me to cry out in sheer pleasure. I didn’t have to wait long because the second your lips met my throat your sharp teeth bit my neck. A loud moan escaped my lips and I held your head...
LesbianDawn crept over our camp like a soft sonata two lovers enjoy by candlelight. Soft and damp with dew. I breathe deep. Everything green and wonderful – spring. Allie awakes to join me. The rest of our camp near comas from last night's drunk. While the rest pounded cheap beer and passed joints, Allie and I sipped and shared. Her eyes held me then – something lingering about her irises that hinted at a lifetime beyond what most girl's in college had felt. Kindred spirits. “Good morning.” She yawns...
Lesbian"Break one-nine," blared out of the speaker on my dash. I reach over, grab the mike and respond, "Go ahead breaker." "Thanks for the break, anyone wanting a little commercial company go to five," a sultry voice responds. I drop down to channel five and hear, "Anyone make it?" "Go ahead darling, you got some company, where you at?" "I'm mobile, around the front street area, how about you?" "Coming up on the exit now, where you want to meet?" "You know where the empty warehouse is on Corporate...
Oral SexLast summer I went to a small seaside village at the southwest of Turkey. I was among straight friends and I never thought that I could pick a wild flower on my way. On the first day after doing a sightseeing tour around, we came back to the place where we stayed for lunch. There I saw a blonde young boy with incredibly beautiful face and very sexy smile. He was working as a bellboy in the small boutique hotel. I thought he was a student working for the summer but later on I learned that he was...
Foreword Once upon a time I published "Ten Months for Olga Turlovna", an autobiography that described my experiences on an ill-fated airline flight known as 252. As the aircraft was shaken apart by brutal turbulence, we were each engulfed in an intense expanding ball of white light, brighter than the sun. I expected to die along with all the other passengers, but we were destined for something far stranger. A touch from this sphere transferred our spirits into new bodies, peppering...
They were riding back to Notabir. Soon the sun would vanish behind the mountain chain in the west. All through the lines of the one hundred guarding riders people were excitedly talking about what happened at the gathering with the Manthakin. The seven, attendant at the meeting, were talking as well. “I always thought what you did to me was mind control, but now I truly understand the difference. You let visions flood it, but it’s still MY mind, my reactions, my own feelings. This was...
Running Eagle, naked except for a leather breech-cloth, a red headband and moccasins, heard the melodious humming coming from the camp before he could see the owner of the voice. The naked figure of his female patient, extending her arms above her head greeted him. She looked like a mountain lion stretching her limbs after a rest in the shade. Despite the apparent danger, his gaze zoomed in on her taut breasts and her long spread-out legs. Her smooth pussy was prominent and the sight caused the...
The town I lived in was pretty small with about twenty thousand people. I could do whatever I wanted. Go downtown, go to the park, hang out with friends. My parents never worried about me. I was an only child so I didn’t have to worry about a sibling bothering me. All my friends were close to me and there were no secrets between us. Because of that I told them about my new obsession. I enjoy playing with myself, and started doing it quite often. They all thought I was weird, and so did I. We...
"Brandon, time for dinner!" yelled my mother Kassy from outside my door. "ALRIGHT MOM! JESUS!" I yelled as I stood up to walk out of my room, turning my computer off before I left. I was at 16 years of age and sadly still a virgin, also roughly 5 feet, 11 inches tall with green eyes. "Wow Brandon! Yell a little louder next time and maybe my ears will fall off!" yelled my sister Rose, rubbing her ear in pain. "Well who would complain, would be an improvement on your.... Hideous...
‘Does this feel good? Just relax, let yourself go.’ I moan involuntarily as I feel Lori’s hands, covered in warm oil, work their way down my spine. Her expert fingers massage my muscles in a circular motion, her hands sliding lower, her fingers hesitating where the towel rests loosely on my hips. I take a deep, shaky breath. ‘Jasmine, you have been coming here for a month now, you need to relax.’ Lori’s voice is soft, deep and sexy, which sends chills down my spine. She moves, her fingers...