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There she was shaking and muttering to herself as tears streamed down her face. The pounding of his cock was almost unbearable.Her legs were spread and her face pressed tightly against the chain fence. Her cries grew louder as the clanking of the chains echoed through the park. Her fingers numb from holding on and her pussy lips swollen twice their size. It was brutal but there was nothing she could do at the time. She took the pussy beating and the only person that could help her was on the...
Edie Gerst and her editor published the story about my baby, Summer, George, Crystal, and me on Thursday. They carefully picked the day of the week, because that's the day most of the tabloids get to the newsstands, so it would be a week before they would be able to catch up with the scoop we'd given the Dayton Daily News. By the time they would be able to write about the story, it would be old news, and depending on what else happened during the week, including what flying saucers landed...
We spent the morning going over the ‘Sister Angela’ scenario with Lori; she wrote down all of the lines that we could recall, our descriptions of what happened overnight, even my rather sacrilegious thoughts on nun-fucking. While Megan and I would be out of town on the tour, Tracy and Lori would flesh out the story, even starting to write it. Around lunchtime some of the others returned home; Mary Beth was pleased to see us. She showed us the final schedule for the first country tour, we...
Well, here we go, Mark thought as he heard the bathroom door open.Tessa slowly made her way to the bed on feet sore from a long day at work. She gave her long blonde hair a shake, dislodging a few strands that were caught under the thin straps of her top. Five years married, the sight of her in pajamas still made his heart race. When he smiled at her, she responded with a weary grin of her own."Thanks for doing the dishes tonight," she said as she sat down on the bed.He climbed in next to her...
Get it hard and win the prize! I live in a rural community in arid West Texas. There are no clubs that cater to gay and bi men. No adult bookstore. No xxx movie theatre. In fact, the chances of men having private man-man sex in my town are slim and none. That's why I was surprised one day when I received a rather cryptic invitation to a ranch party for men only. I'd heard rumors about wild gay parties at a certain ranch, but, not much else. One rumor was that there was a contest and the winner...
GayWell, here we go, Mark thought as he heard the bathroom door open. Tessa slowly made her way to the bed on feet sore from a long day at work. She gave her long blonde hair a shake, dislodging a few strands that were caught under the thin straps of her top. Five years married, the sight of her in pajamas still made his heart race. When he smiled at her, she responded with a weary grin of her own. "Thanks for doing the dishes tonight," she said as she sat down on the bed. He climbed in next...
Monday morning found Jason under Bill McGowen's RV to remove the broken ball-nut assembly. The new part wouldn't arrive for a day or two, but he wanted to be ready to finish the work as soon as it arrived. He had gotten an early start to the day, only grabbing a protein bar and cup of coffee before heading to the shop. Di was still sleeping when he left. The confusion he felt when he looked in on her stayed with him all morning. She had wormed her way into his heart somehow, tempting him...
The knock at the door came just as Di put the finishing touches on her makeup. When Anne opened it, Di heard a man identify himself as the wedding coordinator and say he'd come to bring them down to the small poolside park. He also had a lovely bouquet of blue and yellow violas that Anne held for a moment before passing them to Di with a wistful sigh. Anne had put on a lovely blue dress to stand as her maid of honor. As they followed the coordinator to the elevators, Di began to feel the...
"Good morning, Ma'am. How may I serve you?" Katrina felt a shiver run down her spine to see the young man kneel beforeher, as if someone had run a pin-wheel along its length to lightly prick herskin. Such a charming welcome! Such sweet obeisance! She had heard whispers of this shoe store for some weeks now, rumours ofthe originality of its goods and the unique service it offered. It had takensome time to find, though, it never bothered to advertise, its name was nevermentioned in the press,...
‘Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend’ ‘Got a weird one for you, Adele.’ ‘I always get the weird ones, Hank,’ Detective Adele Franken responded as she walked past the sergeant and headed for her desk. She folded up her umbrella, taking a moment to make sure the rain hadn’t frizzed out her long brown hair too much. ‘The bidding rights for my memoirs are going to be fucking historic.’ She took a seat and reached for the file at the top of the stack. She flipped it open and her eyes automatically...
I showed up at five to nine and knocked on the door. The woman behind the desk pressed a buzzer that let me in. That was the kind of neighborhood it was now. As I entered the girl behind the counter came forward and greeted me warmly. She was a petite girl, maybe 5’1” with pale white skin and long dark hair that naturally curled down around her shoulders like Elizabeth Mastrantonio (the chick that played Maid Marion in the Kevin Costner Robin Hood movie). Her mouth was small and her eyes dark....
Sounds of incredible carnal debauch flooded out of Studio One as Steve passed it. A girl sounded like she was getting both her pussy split and her ass torn open at exactly the same time. And indeed that was exactly what was happening. Steve passed the open doorway, only giving a cursory glance in as he did. He was used to it by now. This was an every day reality working for Monstermales.com. A porn company with a roster only of seven-feet tall studs of solid muscle packing inhuman-sized dicks,...
The dinner with Carrie had been a disaster, but somehow losing his girlfriend didn't feel as bad as Jason expected. Pushing the cart through the market on Saturday, he followed Di as she selected items and marked off their grocery list with a serious expression. When she put the tip of the pen between her lips she was so cute he had to smile. After Friday night's deep hug, Di had retreated back into her shell. They had cleaned up the kitchen together, but she was lost in thought the whole...
"Could you sign here?" the man in the brown uniform asked. Jason signed the electronic pad and handed it back. "Thanks." The delivery guy gave a distracted nod, then turned to walk out of the garage while tapping the buttons on the pad. The box on his work bench had the new ball-nut assembly for the RV. If he could get the part installed and tested by Wednesday, then he and Di could be on the road to Orlando by Thursday. That last minute brake job had paid well enough to consider an...
"Hey, Bill, this is Jason Peters up near Bryson City." "Hey! How's the RV doing?" Bill asked. "I got the part installed and tested the steering this morning. If you don't mind, we'll be heading out this afternoon and should be at your house by tomorrow afternoon." "Gonna overnight in the RV?" Bill asked with a laugh. "I figured we'd stop around Macon for the night so we don't show up at your place so late in the day. If not, we can stick to the original plan and do it in one...
‘Diamonds In The Rough© and its associated nine chapters is a copyrighted production by Mostera1©. Use of its character’s or any part of this story without the author’s permission is strictly prohibited. Many thanks to my editor the all powerful word wizard, SoCalOvid for his tireless work on this series. Welcome to this the final chapter of Sam and Lynn’s story. If you are a first time visitor, ‘bienvenue’ and I recommend you read the previous chapters first. So for one more time: With an...
DiamondStar IV DiamondStar IV ??????????? Nysia laid back on her bed and watched the pristine, white planet below as she touched herself.? She ran her fingers slowly along her hairless folds, opening herself in front of the window to see her own glistening sex reflected back imperfectly, and panted, smiling, as she thrust the dildo into herself with a moist sucking sound.? ??????????? The slim object, half again as long as her hand and wider than two fingers, was made of pure diamond ?...
I love reading and writing dialogue, from Jack London and Ernest Hemmingway, to William Faulkner, Elmore Leonard and Eudora Welty. To me, dialogue places one IN the scene. Often times, when dialogue is extremely well written, I can HEAR the characters talking to me. And so, I've tried to emulate these writers by attempting a special piece consisting of almost all dialogue about a black pimp being interviewed by a young lady from the local newspaper. I wuz hangin' out over at Silvey's Pool...
My sincerest thanks to SoCalOvid, for his editing wizardry on this story. Any mistakes you see are mine, and mine alone. The category for this series is correct. Readers: This story requires you to have the willingness to accept an odd and unusual relationship. It calls for an open mind, and an unlocked heart. So without further adieu, for your reading pleasure: Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 1 * The bar was lively for a Thursday evening. Sam Weatherly stared into the almost empty bottle of...
I wish to give my thanks to my editor, SoCalOvid for his fine work on this series. If you haven’t, I highly recommend you read the previous chapters first to fully understand the unique characters, and their unusual but compelling story! With an open mind, and unlocked heart, Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 7 *** * *** Major heard the faint click, and came out from the shadows. He stared at the door and cocked his head at the noises emanating from the room. He didn’t understand the sounds, but...
Thanks to SoCalOvid for his remarkable editing skills. Readers: If you haven’t already done so, please read Chapter 1 first! This story requires you to have the willingness to accept an odd and unusual relationship. It calls for an open mind, and an unlocked heart. Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 2 ** Samantha Weatherly took another sip of her beer, she heard the man with the Chardonnay, a few empty seats down, sniffle. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, and hid his head in his folded arms....
Many thanks to my editor SoCalOvid on this series. He has given my words, that extra zing. Thank you for opening my quirky romance. If you would please read the previous chapters before this one, it will make it more understandable, and I hope very enjoyable. To all that have followed this series, thank you so much, I have been humbled by the comments and votes. Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 08 *** ** *** The Boeing 737 banked northward and began its descent. The man in 27A packed up his...
Thanks to SoCalOvid for his patience with my writing, and his willingness to work with me. Readers: If you haven’t already done so, please read the previous two chapters first. This story requires you to have the willingness to accept an odd and unusual relationship. It calls for an open mind, and an unlocked heart. Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 3 *** ‘What’s going on, and why am I beginning to feel happy again?’ Sam asked herself, watching Lynn play with Major. It didn’t make any sense...
My continued thanks to SoCalOvid for his tireless work editing my stories. With this chapter especially… If you haven’t done so, please read the previous chapters first. Again, open your mind and unlock your heart! Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 4 **** Even before Lynn could leave, Sam quickly excused herself and headed to the bathroom. She closed the door and quickly pulled off her jeans to expose her rapidly moistening pussy to the cool air. Sam trembled with forbidden excitement. She didn’t...
Thanks to SoCalOvid for his tireless work editing my stories. Any mistakes you see are mine and mine alone. If you haven’t done so, please read the previous chapters first.And please, open your mind and unlock your heart! Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 5 ** * ** Curled up on the back porch eyes closed, Major enjoyed the warmth of the afternoon sun. Ears twitched at a very faint rustle, SNAP! In a flash the canine’s long legs propelled him swiftly towards the huge silver maple, the squirrel...
Authors note: Hello, I am a new writer here and this is my first and serious attempt writing erotica, so if it sucks I apologize. This was an idea I came up with. They always make the female love interest beautiful etc- but what if she was ugly? How would that complicate things. I just wanted to twist around a cliche and see what I got. WARNING: There is abuse and possible rape/dubcon. Also, some stockholm is no happy ending, but it may be interpreted as bittersweet or totally downer...
Well, here we go, Mark thought as he heard the bathroom door open. Tessa slowly made her way to the bed on feet sore from a long day at work. She gave her long blonde hair a shake, dislodging a few strands that were caught under the thin straps of her top. Five years married, the sight of her in pajamas still made his heart race. When he smiled at her, she responded with a weary grin of her own. “Thanks for doing the dishes tonight,” she said as she sat down on the bed. He climbed in next to...
As I snuggled between her robe, aunt Kim rose. Her firm pale breasts bubbling over her robe. My legs shivered as she inched her foot up my leg. ‘ cuddle’ she whispered.. rubbing my legs.. ‘ relax’ she said . Her mouth instantly locking to my vagina suckling hard. as she nuzzled my vagina with hot kisses of sin. Hot and demonic. Biting my vagina slow.. deeply. ‘ delicious ‘ she whispered..suckling hard deep my vagina.and massaging between my legs...’ soft..’ she moaned.nuzzling...nuzzling..my...
I had been surfing the internet and found her add. I had seen other adds and even been with a few other girls but as soon as I saw her photo I wanted to fuck her. Her add had a number and it said to text. I did and she said she was available. My fetish is thigh highs and she said she had some pink ones. Hot damn! I asked if she was 420 friendly and she said yes. Now I was really horny. I asked how she felt about bareback and she said it was extra. Holy fuck my cock was raging and I wanted to...
Di's new room had a bed, chest of drawers, and a small desk near the door. The walls were a dull yellow with dingy white lace curtains over the window. Setting her box on the desk, she turned in a slow circle while Jason watched from the door. She schooled her expression to hide her excitement. "Whatcha think?" Jason asked as he leaned against the door frame. "It's okay," she whispered as she shrugged off the backpack and sat it on the bed. "You said there was a bathroom?" "Just...
"Hello the shop!" The voice was unfamiliar, but Jason hoped the man needed some work done. Since he'd moved back to his childhood home he'd spent much more of his savings than he'd anticipated and needed the extra money. "Hey," Jason said as he greeted the balding guy standing in the open bay doorway. "Can I help ya'?" "I hope so," he said and looked back at a bus-sized RV that was idling in the gravel driveway. "A guy named Ronny back at the gas station on 28 said you work on...
Carrie had the broad fake smile and limp handshake Di had come to associate with bitchy women. Mentally shaking herself, she pushed away her prejudice to give Carrie a chance for Jason's sake. "Nice to meet ya," Di whispered as she let go of Carrie's hand. Jason looked back and forth between them like a dog who didn't know who was going to throw the ball next. His eager expression made Di feel vaguely guilty for her negative thoughts. "Well, aren't you just a doll," Carrie said...
Looking at the racks of department store swimwear made Di break out in a cold sweat. It had seemed like a good idea at home. After they arrived at the store, Jason had stepped back to allow the sales lady, Geneva, to get her size and style preferences, but Di could barely make herself speak. "This is a nice one-piece in yellow," Geneva said holding the suit by its hanger across her other arm. "It's cut low over the hips and has a short ruffle skirt." She leaned in close to whisper,...
I am so fucked, Jason thought as he drank half his glass of sweet tea as soon as the waitress sat it down. At some point while shopping with Di, his brain had been stolen and replaced with pudding. It was like the girl he'd known for a month had magically grown up overnight and now he could only see the woman she'd become. And to his horror she was amazing. "Y'all gonna get the buffet?" the waitress asked as she put Di's sweet tea down in front of her. "Yeah," Jason said. "Help...
Jason's open palms covered Di's stomach and thighs as he held her up in the water. She had been practicing the front crawl for him, kicking her feet and pulling long strokes with her cupped hands for a half-hour. He had gotten them in the pool he used to work at before it opened because a friend of his still worked there. She was grateful because it kept her from feeling self-conscious about her scars when she got into the water with him. There was always something wrong with her form that...
Talking around the situation with Di reduced the tension Jason felt. They dried off, drove home, and slipped into a quiet Sunday listening to music as he helped her fold their clean clothes. His phone rang after a lunch of soup and sandwiches and he saw Lauren's name on the display. "Hey sis," Jason said as he placed a folded undershirt on the stack sitting on the coffee table. "Wha'sup my brotha?" she sang in a fake accent. "Not much," he sang back at her. "Wha'sup witchoo?" Di...
Jeffrey was adorable, but getting a nose full of slobbery finger was enough for a while. She lifted him off her lap and stood him to toddle off to his mother, Michelle. "Is anyone hungry?" Di asked and caught Jason giving her a funny look. "Sure," Michelle said with a sweet smile as she picked up Jeffrey. "Let's eat, kids!" Lauren and Michelle fixed plates for their kids, cutting the chicken into tiny bits and spooning a few beans on the side. Di got the kids juice pouches and left...
When the house phone rang, Di sat Jason's ereader down and went into the kitchen to pick up the call. "Hello?" "Hey Di! It's Michelle. Is Jason there? I can't get him to pick up his cell phone." "He's working on a brake job for a big truck out front right now. I bet he left his cell in the garage. Can I help?" Michelle paused for a second while Di heard Jeffery babbling at her in the background. "I swear that boy has some kind of radar for when I get on the phone," she...
"I didn't mean to push you," Di whispered. She was holding on to his chest. Her scent was driving him crazy, but the idea that she touched herself while thinking about him scalded him inside and out. Jason was holding on to his self-control with his fingertips. He had to change the subject. "I love reading your reviews," he confessed. "Do you mind?" She chuckled and looked up at his face. The television cast colorful light and shadows across her features. The compulsion to press his...
Di woke exactly where she wanted to be; surrounded by Jason's arms. He was snoring softly against her neck, his firm lump nestled against her ass. There was dim sunlight coming in the windows and dawn wasn't far away, but Di wasn't ready to move yet. She had never really kissed anyone before Jason. There had been a couple of guys who had stolen kisses, like that asshole Mitch at Tammy's place, but she had never given one away. The way Jason kissed her made her never want to kiss anyone...
Di's okay. The thought went around like a carousel in his head as he watched her sob into Michelle's shoulder. Di's okay. Dorothy Willard looked like a grandmother but carried herself like a drill sergeant. There was a steel core under her floral veneer that Lola Crabtree was getting to know first hand. "I don't care what you think Mizz Crabtree. The law is perfectly clear in this case. My associate is at the courthouse right now filing an emergency motion in family court to stop this...
Di chuckled as she crawled up his body and put her wet slit on his stomach. "Don't stop," he begged as he clutched her hips to move her closer to his mouth. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Put your knees over my shoulders," he said as he continued to tug. "Uh ... okay," she said and straddled his neck like he asked. In seconds he had slipped his arms between her legs and lifted his chin to put his mouth directly on her slit. "Oh my God..." She was already soaked. The slick...
Di gaped at the house and yard while Jason pulled the RV through the gated metal fence. Bill McGowen's house was actually a mansion. The stone faced two-story home could have been a movie set sporting perfectly square shrubs and geometric topiary in the yard. There were spreading oak trees in front that had to predate the house by a hundred years but looked like part of the landscaping. Jason had called ahead when they got close so as he followed the curving driveway to the back of the...
Di shook against him as she cried. Helpless to do anything else, he held her close while she spent her pain against his chest. Her father wasn't the man Jason had assumed at first glance. Gerald had made mistakes and was paying for them, but one comment he'd made stuck in Jason's head. His father was supposed to have taken care of Di. While they continued to discuss the past, Jason wondered if Tammy had managed to do more than abuse foster kids and defraud social services. What if...
After a quick shower and fresh change of clothes, Jason grabbed Di's hand as they walked into the restaurant at the top of the hotel. They didn't have reservations and didn't know what to expect, but Jason insisted they could eat at the bar if they had to. There was a crowd waiting when they got off the elevator, so Jason dragged Di through to the bar where they sat on tall stools. "What can I get you to drink?" a handsome dark-skinned bartender asked. Di glanced at his name-tag and...
Jason barely got the door open before Di was pushing him backwards towards the bed. The room was lit with a single bedside lamp, but the distant flickers of fireworks from the park still sparked colors on the walls. Di fumbled with his belt and the button on his jeans before he whipped off his shirt and took over getting his own pants off. "I want you now," she whispered as her own clothes hit the floor at the foot of the bed in a mad scramble. "I can't wait for tomorrow." "D-Di," he...
"What do you think of this one?" Anne lifted a lacy white dress off the rack. Jason glanced up from the chair nearby, surrounded by bags and packages from the other stores they'd shopped at. He gave a nod then turned his million watt smile on Di. Di stepped closer for a better look. It wasn't a wedding dress, but they really couldn't afford one. This dress was satin backed with an airy lace covering, pure white on white. Holding it against herself she saw the sleeveless dress came to...
Thanks to SoCalOvid for his tireless work editing my stories. I am lucky to have him for an editor! Any mistakes you see are mine and mine alone. If you haven’t done so, please read the previous chapters first, the story will be much more enjoyable for you if you do. And please, make sure to open your mind and unlock your heart! *** *** Major lay down by Sam’s bed and watched the men leave his mistress’s room. He put his head on his front paws and closed his eyes. Major’s ears twitched...
Author’s note: The title and theme of this story come from a song by Joan Baez from around 1969 or 1970, about her relationship with Bob Dylan. ^ ^ ^ ^ It was late in the afternoon in late November, already getting dark on a cold, dreary day that promised snow later that night. I was at a particularly rough spot in the novel I was working on, and I had developed a headache from trying to work out the plot line at that point in the book. I knew I needed to push on, because time was growing...
Claire knew that anyone driving past would think she was crazy– sitting in her Mazda, screaming at the passenger seat as if someone were there– but she was past caring. He made her so angry. Blake Anderson. She wished he was in the car so she could scream at him in person. With his blue eyes and his square jaw. If he’d been there, he would have just shook his head slowly smile that smug smile of his. Look, Claire. She’d have been screaming so loud the people across the street would hear her,...
BDSMSamantha Weatherly took another sip of her beer, she heard the man with the Chardonnay, a few empty seats down, sniffle. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, and hid his head in his folded arms. She heard him sob. 'So typical of a man not to be prepared, ' she thought. Sam reached into her pocket pulled out a travel packet of tissue and tossed it to the crying man. He looked up at Sam, nodded his thanks before blowing his nose and wiping his eyes. Looking back at the party, he began crying...
'What's going on; and why am I beginning to feel happy again?' Sam asked herself, watching Lynn play with Major. It didn't make any sense to the young woman. Major would have normally had a stranger on the ground by now with his playfulness. Not so with Lynn. Major behaved just as he would with Sam. While his improved behavior made her happy, it also perplexed her. Major, was a one-woman dog — her dog. Why would he relate to Lynn like he did to her? Sam was also mystified by how...
My continued thanks to SoCalOvid for his tireless work editing my stories. With this chapter especially... Even before Lynn could leave, Sam quickly excused herself and headed to the bathroom. She closed the door and quickly pulled off her jeans to expose her rapidly moistening pussy to the cool air. Sam trembled with forbidden excitement. She didn't care about Lynn still standing in the living room; she needed immediate and complete release. Her thoughts turned to happier times as the...
Curled up on the back porch eyes closed, Major enjoyed the warmth of the afternoon sun. Ears twitched at a very faint rustle, SNAP! In a flash the canine's long legs propelled him swiftly towards the huge silver maple, the squirrel wise to the dog's tricks quickly ascended the tree chittering at the hapless dog. Major his jaws snapping jumped up the tree and loudly protested the angry rodent's presence in 'his' domain. The squirrel climbed higher up into the branches. He looked down and...
Major lay down by Sam's bed and watched the men leave his mistress's room. He put his head on his front paws and closed his eyes. Major's ears twitched furiously as the downstairs sounds grew louder. Abruptly the dog picked his head up and looked at the open door. The two friends left Sam's room and started down the stairs. While they were saying goodbye, Jackson animatedly explained to Lynn that every single time he came over for an after work beer that dog would jump on him the...
Major heard the faint click, and came out from the shadows. He stared at the door and cocked his head at the noises emanating from the room. He didn't understand the sounds, but he instinctively knew that all was well. The Belgian took his position and lay down in front of the entryway. He rested his head on his crossed paws and closed his eyes. Ever alert, the dog's ears twitched periodically in the air and listened for anything that would disturb his family. Woe to anyone who would dare...
The Boeing 737 banked northward and began its descent. The man in 27A packed up his computer and looked out the window. He saw the Cincinnati skyline off in the distance and thought about the past eighteen months. It was fraught with poor choices, and deception. He quietly squirmed when he heard the landing gear extend and wondered what kind of a reception he would get from his former lover as he returned to reclaim what was his. He knew once he got his hooks in, it wouldn't be too long...
It wasn't until several months after the twins had been born that one Saturday afternoon Sam heard Major barking outside followed shortly by the sound of the doorbell ringing. From the nursery she heard Lynn's voice, "Could you get that Sam? I'm changing another poopy diaper. Oh! Don't our children know how vulgar it is to keep their mother wiping up poopy bottoms both day and night, night and day!" There was a brief pause, "I like the sound of that. 'Night and Day.' Catchy song...