Sonnet 57Chapter 21 Novaya Diplomatiya The New Diplomacy
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********************** stage 1************************************* This is 2055 and the world is different from the world we know today. Public transportation is a thing of past, everybody flies around all the times. Money is non-existent and has been replaced by plastic; people actually live on mars nowadays. My story starts in my country, with a girl call Dipti, a 19-year girl who had just landed herself in college for studies. She used to stay in college hostel away from the family. She was...
Yeh 2 mahine pahlay ki baat hai jab hum. Model town ludhiana main jis Makan main hum rehtay thay, oos ke saath wala makan kaafi arsay se Khali tha aur har waqt lock rehta tha. . Aik din main ne daikha keh Woh lock khhul gia aur naye karaaye daar aa gaye. Koee doosray ya Teesray roz, hamaray naye neighbours ki boorhi(old) lady, hamaray Ghar aaee aur meri mom ke saath kafi dair tak baithi raheen. Meri Mom ne bataya keh hamaray naye parosi, hain, aur oon ki 4 baitian Hain aur oon ka papa pehlay...
So I decided not to wait and post a follow-up to my previous story. I had described how I lost my virginity to Dipti, my hot sexy aunty before heading off to college. I’d definitely recommend reading that story before moving on to this as it would help you gain context. The college began, and I got extremely busy tackling and experiencing all the new things it threw at me. I still thought of Dipti aunty nearly every single day. I jerked off an uncountable number of times, thinking back to how I...
Hey guys, back again with the final part of my experiences with Dipti aunty. Thanks for the great feedback on the previous two stories. It’s been nice getting in touch with other readers. This takes place in the summer after the first year of college. I had managed to land a pretty decent internship in Gurgaon. I found a nice studio apartment in one of the nicer South Delhi neighborhoods. As a Bombay kid, the Delhi metro blew me away. On the yellow line, it was possible to reach Gurgaon in...
Just a little Dip Part 2 Thanks everyone who read the first part, here's the second part, which still doesn't have any answers but certainly has some more action! It's the little things that aren't immediately noticed that were bothering Kevin. As he walked out of the department store he realized he no longer walked he strutted. His hips rolling, his gait entirely feminine, his long legs proudly carrying him, but it was his ass that bothered him the most, now that he was in less...
Hello everyone. This is Dhruv. I am here with a story that happened a few years ago and one that I still think about all the time. It’s a long one about losing my virginity. But I wouldn’t be doing it justice unless I included all the details. So sit back and enjoy it. To get it out of the way, I’m 5’9, pretty skinny, and have a medium complexion. I have a standard 6-inch tool that’s quite thick. I’m 24 now. This event took place back when I had completed 18 in the summer of 2014. I had just...
Just a quick Dip The room was shadowy, only the faint light from the street peeked through the closed blinds. Kevin was almost completely silent as he rifled through the assorted clothing strewn about the room. The evidence of the evening's passion gone cold with the only sound in the room the gentle snoring of a woman in the bed. Kevin wasn't even entirely sure of her name; the club had been loud, and she had been hot enough. A bit of a pear but in a nice enough way. Not his usual...
Oh, the MILF. I had never heard the word before, but know it all too well now. I was just a broke college boy, looking for some extra cash. My dad suggested lawn care. He further suggested I look for work on one of the wealthiest streets in our city - Cherry Blossom Lane. His theory was the rich don't like to mow their own grass. Turns out Pops was right, but some of the residents needed more than just their lawns handled. Most of the lovelies on Cherry Blossom Lane were stay-at-home moms who...
MILFI suppose that just about everyone that lives near a creek or a lake takes a skinny dip at some point with a friend. Its quite a normal and natural thing to do actualy. But at least in Robert's case, he never experienced a skinny dip. With no near by creek, or lake, a skinny dip, at least for him, seemed, a bit out of reach. But life can be surprising at times and can take a strange turn, when you least expect. The girl he worked with, Julie, had invited him to go to the beach with her and...
This is my first try to write an erotic story so the story draft may seem raw. I welcome comments from everybody and you can write to me of what you thought at [email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------- JUSTINS DECENT by hfernandez1983 ---------------------------------------------------------------- It was a nice summer morning. Justin had just woken up and went straight to the window. He opened it and could feel the fresh breeze of...
I am Dipti from Mumbai. I am working here in a small private firm. I was just into my 22nd year of life and my final year of College when I met Rahul. It was at a dinner party with some friends, and you could say he swept me off my feet or swept into my life like a tornado or knocked me for a loop, or any of those corny things, because it was absolutely true. I was totally and completely overwhelmed. I had grown up in a small town and my parents were very strict and conservative, and although...
Sitting under the awning next to her truck, Vanille looked down the street and decided that the fair was beginning to wind down. She breathed a sigh of relief both because the long day was over, and because she was going to turn a decent profit from working the small town street fair. Considering her name, she might very well have been destined to sell homemade ice cream from the back of a truck, but it certainly hadn’t been her plan. A victim of the economic downturn, she was one of many...
Sitting under the awning next to her truck, Vanille looked down the street and decided that the fair was beginning to wind down. She breathed a sigh of relief both because the long day was over, and because she was going to turn a decent profit from working the small town street fair. Considering her name, she might very well have been destined to sell homemade ice cream from the back of a truck, but it certainly hadn’t been her plan.A victim of the economic downturn, she was one of many...
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"So?" Jason asked as he rolled up at the bottom of the drive on his mountain bike. Robert held up his phone, showing the message from his older brother with two specifically capitalized words in an otherwise innocuous message - care package. "Sweet. Let's roll." The pair set out on the gravel road, riding even deeper into the middle of nowhere. Living out in the country certainly had its disadvantages, but there were a few things that helped offset the boredom and inconvenience. One of...
100% fiction! I have devoted a great deal of time and energy in writing this story and I would appreciate any comments greatly - as long as they are logical and constructive. I hope that you find that my work is provocative enough to be worthy of your comments. I would also appreciate it greatly if you would E-mail your comments directly to me (john_octavian_murdoch at yahoo dot com) rather than posting them on the newsgroup if that is not too much trouble and it would be helpful if you...
IncestNote : This story is completely fictional! The author would appreciate any comments - both positive (naturally) And negative - as long as they are logical and constructive. Those who decide to waste their time writing "flames" will find that they have succeeded in doing just that and that alone as they will receive no response. I hope that you find that my work is provocative enough to be worthy of your comments. I would also appreciate it greatly if you would E-mail your comments directly to...
IncestSitting under the awning next to her truck, Vanille looked down the street and decided that the fair was beginning to wind down. She breathed a sigh of relief both because the long day was over, and because she was going to turn a decent profit from working the small town street fair. Considering her name, she might very well have been destined to sell homemade ice cream from the back of a truck, but it certainly hadn't been her plan. A victim of the economic downturn, she was one of many...
?Graymangazer2014-03-20 Justine pays. By Graymangazer Although this is a non consensual story, it’s not in any way cruel or heavy. It’s based on a simple idea from slave Kandi (you know who you are) and not to be taken too seriously. Please feel free to comment or email to [email protected] walked into the deserted country park, at least she hoped it was...
Justine had always known she was strange. She was diminutive, only four feet six tall, but her tits had always looked too nig for her. 36D on such a small frame always made sure she got started at. She had dated. Many times. But never dated the same man more than three nights. If they wanted sex, they could have it, if they didn’t, it didn’t matter to her. She never got anything from it anyway. Her only orgasms had come at her own hands. She even let men arse fuck her, as that was supposed to...
After skateboarding at the park all morning, I skated another mile home and was ready to collapse from the heat and my own exhaustion, as usual. Just as I was about to turn into the driveway, my younger sister Clara came bounding out of the house in her two-piece bathing suit with a towel in her hand. I’d been gone most of the last few days and had no idea what she’d been up to, since we didn’t get along particularly well and paid little attention to each other’s lives. To my surprise, Clara...
My sister had some nice friends, but tended not to bring them home, so I was surprised when Mom remarked one night that we would have a house guest for a while, starting Monday. ‘Who? Anyone I know?’ ‘One of Sally’s friends from college. Louise. Louise Trenay.’ ‘And?’ I said, grinning at Mom. ‘Be nice to her,’ Mom said, with a stern look, but there was a twinkle in her eye. ‘Hey,’ I protested, holding up my hands. ‘Which one? Sally or Louise?’ ‘Louise. Asking you to be nice to your...
She was standing outside, underneath the moonlight on the balcony, over looking the calm lake. The noise and confusion of the party left inside, soft music playing through various hidden speakers through out the premises. Inhaling deeply the clear air while fanning herself. The view was hypnotizing, the moon was full and shown with a brilliance between the tall evergreens, the lake below, bouncing off the waters glass. It was hot, she wanted to cool off, the water just looked so inviting....
And so starts another boring day, Dona thought, as she closed the door behind the children as they left for school. Once again she is all alone. She always wondered at times like these, if she would ever meet a man who would truly sweep her off her feet. She tries hard to devote herself to her life as a good mom. But the nights are so lonely and can be so very long. Dona had always loved sex and her former husband was a real long lasting lover, but it was always the same ole same ole, it must...
Introduction: Claras big brother Matt gets sucked into the tryst. Okay, since the response to the first to chapters has been so terrific, Ill definitely keep posting. This chapter is really hot, though my favorites are ALL yet to come. Enjoy! And Im reading the comments, for sure! After skateboarding at the park all morning, I skated another mile home and was ready to collapse from the heat and my own exhaustion, as usual. Just as I was about to turn into the driveway, my younger sister Clara...
We were at a friend's cottage, all sitting around the campfire one night. There were 3 couples total, and we had all been drinking quite a bit that day. One of the couples walked out on the pier to look up at the stars. That is why one of our other friends got the idea to go push them into the lake in all their clothes as a joke. We knew we should stop him, but figured what the hell, it would be funny to see. As he tried to walk slowly down the pier so they didn't hear him, they caught on. The...
JUSTINE: Hart ist der Westen...Nur f?r Leser ab 18 [email protected] 1L?ssig und geschmeidig glitt sie vom Pferd und band den Braunen drau?en vor dem Saloon an einen Holzpflock vor dem gro?en Trog. Deutlich h?rte sie das Stimmengewirr und raue Lachen der M?nner. Sie r?ckte den schwarzen Hut zurecht und schritt durch die doppelfl?gige T?r und sofort verstummten die Ger?usche. Langsam schritt sie zum Tresen und ca. 50 Augenpaare verfolgten sie dabei. Justine kannte ihre Wirkung und sie gab...
JUSTINE: Hart ist der Westen...Nur f?r Leser ab 18 [email protected] 1L?ssig und geschmeidig glitt sie vom Pferd und band den Braunen drau?en vor dem Saloon an einen Holzpflock vor dem gro?en Trog. Deutlich h?rte sie das Stimmengewirr und raue Lachen der M?nner. Sie r?ckte den schwarzen Hut zurecht und schritt durch die doppelfl?gige T?r und sofort verstummten die Ger?usche. Langsam schritt sie zum Tresen und ca. 50 Augenpaare verfolgten sie dabei. Justine kannte ihre Wirkung und sie gab...
The Maid walked to the door of the flat to open the front door. The Maid remembered to curtsey as she slowly opened the door. Her eyes were still downcast on the floor when she suddenly heard, “Oh my God, is that you Justin?”Suddenly the Maid looked up to see Mother and Nanny standing at the door. “Oh my God, Sophie has done a wonderful job,” said Mother looking up and down at her sissified son in his French maid uniform. “That is not what I expected.”“Don’t you look precious in your white...
IncestThe next few days were bliss. Justine rushed home from college each day to be transformed into Aunty Sophie’s niece as she tried on all the outfits they had chosen at the shops. Justine, with a bit of makeup and the right clothes had become a beautiful young woman. She learnt the power of a peeping lacy slip could make men weak at the knees. Sophie also lent Justine some more lingerie until she was able to build up her own collection. Perhaps they would make another trip to M&S at the end...
IncestJustine, upon seeing the One she had come to know, before her and in person, felt shivers up her spine that made her shake inside. Yet, she was under enough control to not show this to Him. Yet. She gave Him one of her patent, but nervous smiles and saw the gleam in his eyes as he gazed at her. This comforted her greatly and when He invited her into His home she knew that this was where she wanted to be. Justine had finally arrived in the US, landing at San Francisco International Airport, very...
BDSMWe might have been an old married couple ... almost. Not long after the dawn light woke us, Grace leaned over and kissed me deeply. "I'd really like to fuck you again before breakfast, Ted, but I also want to get to sea." "Only one thing wrong with what you just said, Sweetie," I said, "we don't fuck, we make love." She froze and looked at me, eyes wide, then kissed me again, more passionately than before. Even so, she got out of bed, climbed into some clothes and disappeared in...
For Justin it had all started with a purple pair of knickers, Nanny’s large purple French knickers to be precise. Justin, eighteen, had been caught spying on Nanny as she got dressed in her lingerie and stockings. Nanny reached under her white half-slip and pulled down her purple French knickers and made Justin put them on. She then made him rub his stiff cock, through the French knickers, all over her slip and stockings. It was inevitable that he came all over the silky nylon panties and...
IncestAuthor's note: Please feel free to post this story to any free site, as long as the following conditions are met. It shall not be posted to any site charging a fee for reading it, either direct or indirect (avs), the story remains fully intact, and the original author shall be credited in entirety. This story contains harsh language and scenes of a frank sexual nature and is not suitable for younger readers. Also if you are offended by Transgendered, Gay, and Lesbian themes,...
Author's note: Please feel free to post this story to any free site, as long as the following conditions are met. It shall not be posted to any site charging a fee for reading it, either direct or indirect (avs), the story remains fully intact, and the original author shall be credited in entirety. This story contains harsh language and scenes of a frank sexual nature and is not suitable for younger readers. Also if you are offended by Transgendered, Gay, and Lesbian themes,...
We got a good night's sleep. We did, honestly. Eventually, anyway. I had instructions from Eric; we needed to be passing Graemsay on the approach to Stromness just before high water, roughly four o'clock, and that was about twelve miles from Scapa Bay. With the wind still in the south-west, we had to sail east of south well out into Scapa Flow before turning west, which meant more like fifteen miles. That was fine; I allowed four hours, of which Grace took the helm for two (separate) hours....
We headed west, more or less along Latitude fifty-nine degrees, twenty seven minutes north. As I said, well clear of the Bore Roost. With the wind a steady force five from the south west and settled weather, we either had to beat into the wind, or head far enough west that we could close reach to our way-point off Hoy Mouth; that meant thirty miles of westing and thirty five miles heading to Hoy mouth. As long as the wind held, we'd have only one change of course before the complicated...
Hove to, a sailing boat makes very slow progress towards the wind. There's a sort of dynamic stability, with sails and helm deliberately set to maintain a small angle to the wind. Overall, it can mean the boat moving forward over the ground, or back; you have to experience it to understand, really. The point is, facing into the weather, with wind and sea on one bow (usually starboard, right, because of the 'rules of the road') the boat is relatively safe and stable. It just pitches up and...
I watched Eva cover up ... barely ... with the minimum fabric acceptable in polite society. She was ... very pretty, and, I supposed, unconsciously sexy. I sighed, thinking of the situation we were in and began to dress, myself. I followed her out of the cabin to the cockpit where Grace had cold meat, cheese, rice and potato salads, with grated carrot and coleslaw. We ate, mostly, in silence, then over tea or coffee, pored over the Blackwater chart. We were faced with a dead beat to...
Als Justine halb ohnmächtig in den Knien einknickt, nimmt der finstere Piratenkapitän sie auf die Arme und trägt seine Beute unter dem Johlen der versammelten Mannschaft in seine Kabine. Dort legt er sie auf sein Bett. Wahnsinnig vor Verlangen sieht Justine zu, wie er sich auszieht. Dann beugt er sich über sie. Sein Schwanz ist dunkel, wie von der ewigen Sonne gebeizt. Unnatürlich dick und lang schiebt sich das mächtige, steife Ding gegen ihren Mund, zwängt ihr die Lippen auseinander. Willig...
Hi friends this is nikunj back with one more edition to Dipty series. Thanks for your tremendous response for all my stories and type of comments I got was really amazing. For those u had not read my stories pls read my all 65 stories on the same site. Comment me on the niku Yes this was Dipty birthday. Dipty and her husband Vishal were traveling from their aunt house to their place in panvel. The highway was very deserted and scary. There were no name of taxi around. Dipty was praying hard to...
Skinny-dipping - 2By: JackieA little deeper in the bush Kelly was standing still naked in front of the young Hispanic girl. The only thing between Vickie and nudity was the spaghetti strap T shirt with the developing pubescent mounds embossed in it.“You shouldn’t be embarrassed about your pubic hair,” Kelly counseled. “Have the other girls been teasing you about it?”“Uh... no, not really,” the girl replied.Standing there in all her glory Kelly was tingling all over. She thought it was partly...
We left Brixham early in the morning of the twenty-ninth, under power to run over the rising tide. The wind had veered a little and dropped; the barometer also dropping a little as the high-pressure system reluctantly moved away north-east. Evania watched as we made our way out of the harbour, but went back to her cabin once we cleared the breakwater. I had offered a day or two at anchor in Fishcombe cove, just outside the harbour. It looked as though, and I was told it was, quite a good...
(A tryst of fate series: #2 brought to you by Dr. MaxMon) Skinny-dipping Sundays, by MaxMon The doorbell rang again and Peter answered it dressed in Hawaiian shorts with a beer in his hand. As he opened the door splashes were heard from the pool out back, along with faint yells and playful conversation from the small group of partygoers who had already arrived late in the morning. Greg and Brenda greeted Peter at the door with smiles and happy feelings since they had grown accustomed to each...
The following morning Gerry arrived at the Embassy to find considerable toing and froing. "Some sort of Whitehall flap?" he asked of one of the secretaries as she scurried by. "No idea," she said. "All I know is the Ambassador is in a right state. Oh, and he was looking for you." "I can't have upset the Trade Minister this much," Gerry thought. "And I don't think I've given Suzie any real cause for complaint." He went in search of the Ambassador and found him in Suzie's...
I woke at four to the bleeping of my watch, and slipped out of bed without bothering with lights, grabbed fleece trousers, socks and pullover, and made my way forward, through the cockpit to the saloon. There I started a kettle to boil in the galley and dressed. I made myself coffee and filled two flasks with boiling water – not that it'd stay boiling for long, but better than nothing – before starting to prepare to get under way. As it happened I was in the cockpit when Grace emerged from...
Of course, we had to separate and tend to the boat. The wind veered more – it was near enough north-west – and dropped until Serendipity was no longer making steerage-way. Some boats, Serendipity for one, when this happens, gradually spin round until they are facing directly into the wind; it has to do with the balance of the sails and the centre of pressure of the hull in the water. We were sitting in the cockpit, sipping Rooibos tea and watching the sunset when I sheeted out the mizzen so...
Leaving Dun Laoghaire at seven a.m., we headed, close-hauled, roughly south-east. Mid-morning, out of sight of land, Grace disappeared into our cabin for a few minutes. When she re-appeared, even the skimpy shorts and cropped top she'd been wearing had gone. She handed me the sun-screen with a smile. I glanced from her face to Evania at the wheel and back again. She winked. I shrugged and began smoothing lotion on her back, then her arms and legs. I lingered on her slowly growing bump,...
Eva, with Jim in tow, met us at twelve-thirty in the Porthole Restaurant; we were sitting by a window with a good view down the quay. Jim seemed to hang back. We stood and I stepped up to Jim with hand outstretched. "It seems congratulations are in order." He relaxed and took my hand. "I wasn't sure how you'd take it..." "I'm delighted. You've nothing to fear as long as you do the right thing. When's the big day?" He looked at Eva, who replied, "Saturday, fourteenth of...
It was the Summer of 1993 and I was over at Shawn’s house and Shawn’s mom had to work the double shift. Which means she started work at 6:00 p.m. and got off at 6:00 p.m. the next day which is 24 hours. Thank god she has 1 hour breaks to rest and take a little nap (If She Needed One Which She Probably Did) while sitting in a chair in the break room at her work or she would have really been dead tired. So she wasn’t too tired once she finally got home from work. So before she went to work she...
GayFor those readers who are puzzled by the title, here is an explanation. (Oedipus Complex is the desire for sexual involvement with the parent of the opposite sex. The term was originally applied to boys and the equivalent in girls being called the Electra complex – Editor.) I ran my fingers through her hair as I kissed her. Our tongues were fighting a war between our mouths. We exchanged saliva as we kissed. You could say I was tongue-fucking her mouth and by her expressions, I could easily...
Incest“Have either of you ever been with a black guy?” my friend Jasmine asked.“Well, we all know Hailey hasn’t, but I have,” Courtney said.I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, Courtney.” She was always bagging on me for not being as ‘free-spirited’ as her.“Was he big?” Jasmine asked.“Yeah. He was like six-two and played football. So, y’know, fit.”“No, I mean was he big,” Jasmine insisted.Courtney smiled. “Ohhhh… No he was pretty average.”“Have you ever been with someone super big?” Jasmine asked.“No, not...
Interracial“Have either of you ever been with a black guy?” my friend Jasmine asked.“Well, we all know Hailey hasn’t, but I have,” Courtney said.I rolled my eyes. “Thanks Courtney.” She was always bagging on me for not being as ‘free spirited’ as her.“Was he big?” Jasmine asked.“Yeah. He was like six-two and played football so, y’know, fit.”“No, I mean was he big,” Jasmine insisted.Courtney smiled. “Ohhhh… No he was pretty average.”“Have you ever been with someone super big?” Jasmine asked.“No, not...
Skinny-Dipping By Dixielynn I guess I was rather naive at the time, but whoever said teenage boys had any brains to begin with? If I'm going to tell this story, I'll have to start at the beginning, so here goes. The summer of my eighteenth year, I had graduated from high school, bought a five year old Ford, and had my own apartment. Life was good. In fact life was very good, but it was about to take a detour that took me completely by surprise. It all started on a Friday...
Be forewarned, these writings, including this warning, may trigger some issue or issues that you have. Either by the language used or it’s content in general. If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, you have to make a decision now. You have two choices. One, you can decide, you can be a mature adult about things and continue. Or Two, you can't, in which case just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this. ------------- Serendipity...
Berwick is an ancient walled town just by the English/Scottish border, redolent with history. The harbour is actually on the wrong side of the river for the town which has spread, as you'd expect, far outside the old walls. We had a bit of a walk to get into the old town and we were tottering a bit. When you've been on a boat in rough weather, you feel the land is moving about under your feet when you do finally make harbour, but we managed. She slipped her hand into mine as we crossed the...
I could not believe that she managed to get out of bed without disturbing me, but she woke me with coffee ... blessed, life-giving fluid. She'd cleaned her teeth and used mouthwash, kissed me despite my morning breath, and sat beside me with her ... what? Sniff ... Earl Grey? "I think I'd like to go to Bridie's church," she said, "do you mind? Will you come with me?" "I don't suppose it'll kill me," I said, "no, I don't mind and yes, I will." It was interesting ... and quite...
Showering together was definitely going to have a high priority in the Quinton household. After a morning 'quickie' ... well, not so quick ... it was both very enjoyable and rather necessary. Not to mention much quicker and easier than a sponge-down in a cabin at sea. So good, too, to have fresh milk for us to have with our muesli, so much easier as well to have the space and equipment that enabled us to have different breakfasts. One thing that did carry over from our habits at sea was...