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On my journey to the coast I changed my appearance several times – not fancy disguises, just different wigs, a beard, a reversible coat worn one way and the other. In the unlikely event that the police checked on other people following her, they wouldn't find any consistent reports. She had driven openly, telling the hospital where she was going, making sure she was noticed at service stations and such, and leaving her car at the boat hire shop; her journey was meant to be as noticeable as mine was unseen.
We had discussed finding someone to give me an alibi, and concluded that it wasn't worth the risk of involving another person; so in the end I enlisted my computer as a witness. If anyone asked, I had spent today working at home, and there was a bunch of text files with artfully faked date stamps to prove it.
I walked the last miles from the bus stop to the cove, ready to look for another place if there were any tourists on the shore. But it was as deserted as usual, so I dragged the kayak out of my backpack and assembled it.
This had been the biggest unknown in our plans. I'd done enough sea canoeing to feel confident of covering the distance to the boat this way, but only in good weather; a folding kayak is a fragile thing, and an unexpected gale could have made the trip impossible. I'd brought fake ID ready to hire a boat if I had to, but it would create a paper trail we didn't want, and I was glad to see it wouldn't be needed. I took out my phone – a cheap one with a SIM bought that morning in a pound shop – dialed and said ?I'm on the beach, all's well. Be with you soon.?
?I'll be ready, dear.?
Thank Wayland and other gods of technology for GPS: finding a small boat on the open sea is now as easy as going to a street address. I dragged myself over the gunwale and the kayak after me, and by then she was standing in the cabin door. We fell into each other's arms and kissed as if it were the last time ever.
When I could bear to let go of her for a moment, I drew back and took a look. Her colour was bad, and her eyes were deep and bruised looking. She'd had to work far too hard on bits of the plan that I couldn't be seen doing, followed by a long drive and bringing the boat out here. ?How are you feeling??
?Like death,? she joked wryly. ?I hurt in all the wrong ways.? She'd stopped as much of her pain meds as she could, and the stimulants that hyped her up for this would also be making her more sensitive. ?But I'm counting on you to take my attention off it.?
I don't need two hints. I dragged her back into another kiss, shoved my hand up her sweater and found a nipple, and crushed and twisted it with all my strength. She shuddered and keened against me. ?Oh yes, Master, it's been too long – make your fucktoy suffer for your pleasure, make this slave scream for you!?
?Oh, you'll scream,? I growled between bites at her neck. ?You're going to die screaming under my hands.? I'd said it so often before that the line came out unthinkingly: then I choked up and couldn't go on.
She kissed the tears on my cheeks. ?Yes, Master,? she said softly. ?I'm counting on it.? And she drew me down the steps into the cabin.
She'd been busy. The little space was lined with a plastic tent of decorators' dustsheets, stretched between fittings and shelves on the bulkheads and joined with tape. It could have looked as cold as a hospital bed, but she had added drapes of red cloth taped to the plastic, shaded battery lights and an Ipod playing our favourite dungeon music, and made a warm cosy room. ?You shouldn't have,? I said, ?I was supposed to fix things up.?
?But then I'd've had to wait.? She was shedding clothes as she spoke. As the last garment hit the floor she went down on her knees, as best she could in the narrow space between the cabin table and the stairs, and held out the case of toys. ?Master, your girl is ready for your pleasure.?
I stripped as fast as I could, tucking my clothes outside the plastic tent, and drew her up to take the case from her with a kiss. I took out a hank of rope and signalled, and she gave a deep sigh as she turned around. ?Oh yes, please, Master. It's been far too long...?
I roped her hands tighter than usual, revelling in the freedom of not having to worry about consequences. It didn't matter if I cut off all the circulation to her fingers, and she gasped her appreciation of the force with which I lashed her arms into a tight reverse prayer. I've never managed to make her elbows meet, and I couldn't do it this time, but I got them closer than ever before while she whimpered with excitement. I used the slack of the rope to wind around her chest and around her big soft breasts till they stood out tight and mauve, then forced her face down onto the cabin table and secured her there with a loop of rope round her shoulders, and left her gasping at the pain of lying on her tied tits while I dug through the case.
I'd told her not to look in it, as some of the things I was bringing were to be a surprise, but the vibrators I shoved into both openings were a familiar start. She was already dripping wet, and I cooed ?Who's my hot-tailed tart?? as one who plays with a baby. ?Is it you? Yes, it is!?
She moaned and squirmed as I pistonned the big vibrator. ?Yes Master, your slave's a shameless slut – her cunt needs to be punished – Aiee!? as I pinched and tugged her clit.
?Oh, you're going to be punished.? The next toy looked like a short handled bottle-brush, but it was four centimetres wide with bristles stiff as wire: it was sold for cleaning mower blades. I'd often left it wedged against her crotch while she was tied up, and she thought she knew what was coming when I scraped it up and down her hot red lips. ?Punished like never before.? I opened her with a finger and thumb and shoved the end of the brush inside.
?Oh my Master!? Long ago I taught her that if she felt like saying something like ?Oh my God? she should say ?Master? instead, to remind her who she worshipped. ?Please, no, Master, no, that's unbearable!?
She hasn't had a formal safeword for years, it was a defining moment in our relationship when I revoked it, but we both know that I'll pay attention if she calls me by my name instead of ?Master.?. Anything else is just begging not to be thrown in the briar-patch. I kept on working the brush into her, pushing and twisting it to one side and the other. ?If I rammed this in in one go, it would rip your cunt to bloody rags. Would you like that better??
?Please don't, Master...? If she didn't trust me absolutely she couldn't get such a thrill from the fear that I might go too far. It must be even hotter now, when we'd gone to such elaborate lengths exactly so that I could go way, way too far.
I got the last of the brush well inside her and started to play with her pussy while she writhed and sobbed. This used to be our favourite game with a vibrator with plastic spikes: the hotter she got, the more she squeezed down on the spikes and hurt herself, which got her hotter, in a happy cycle of sexual torture. It took a bit more encouragement to get her going with those hard nylon points inside, but once she started she was clearly headed skywards. I left off stroking her and smacked her bottom hard. ?What's all this, tart? You're here to suffer, not to have fun.? There would be time for plenty of orgasms, but she needed to be high for what was coming next. ?I'd better hurt this big bum here till you get it.?
?Yes, Master,? she sighed. ?Please punish your slave's arse.? I clicked the trigger on the cordless heat gun, and she screamed.
I didn't want to burn her: burning destroys the nerves and the fun's over. I quickly found the heat setting that would bring her skin up in big blisters, then run the blisters together till the skin slid off like wet paper. I worked methodically while she howled ?No Master, no more, have mercy!?
I've always loved the sight of her rump all red and sore, but I never got it this red or this sore before, and all without laying a hand on it. When I was finished her buttocks looked like two peeled tomatoes, soft and wet and scarlet, and when I gave them a spank she screamed an octave higher. I ducked round to see her face: she had that huge-eyed shocked look I love, that says she can't believe she could hurt so bad. ?How are you doing, love??
?Oh Master, you are so cruel.? Her voice shook. ?Use your suffering fuckmeat for your pleasure – this toy suffers to please you.? I gave her a big hug and kiss.
?You say such sweet things, my precious plaything. I promise to use you without mercy.? I ducked back and pulled the vibrator out of her arse, tucked it under her pussy for safe keeping and slid myself in in its place, drawing a wail of overwhelmed feelings from her. Her breasts hurt, her cunt hurt, and I couldn't begin to imagine how her bottom felt when I rammed up against it: from the noises she was making, she was in pain-pig heaven.
It would have been easy for me to come like a volcano erupting, but she deserved better. I'd intentionally wanked myself silly last night and this morning to minimise the biological pressure, and I had years of practice at making a scene last, but fucking that glowing hot skinned-sore bum was a serious test of self control. But I hung on, and added my fingers to the vibrator's work, till her howls reached a peak that hurt my ears.
?Thank you, Master,? she panted, as she was trained to do every time she came. I hugged and kissed her and she gave me a shaky smile. ?You know what, Master, I can't feel those damned tumours. Not a bit. Do you think you've discovered a miracle cure??
?It'll never catch on. I'm afraid it's only temporary, but let's enjoy it while it lasts. Now, I'm going to cane you.?
?Oh my Master.? Her eyes went wide again. ?That'll hurt unbearably!?
?I certainly hope so. Remember to sing for me.?
Since I knew there wouldn't be room to swing a cat, in the literal meaning of the old navy saying, I'd had to leave a lot of my favourite hitty-toys behind. I'd settled on a black carbon fibre rod thin and stiff enough to sting: even in that tight space I was able to lash her with a satisfying crack. I needn't have reminded her that I liked to hear her scream, the very first blow across her skinned flesh drew a high shriek of anguish, and after a few strokes she was making the sort of incoherent animal noises you only wring from someone in the extremes of torture.
I could happily spend all day beating my slave's voluptuous bottom. Once I'd laid down a good first grid of crimson stripes, I spent a while with her sucking me, reaching over to flick her agonised rump and savouring the lovely sound of her trying to scream with my cock down her throat. Then I went back to cross-hatching my first stripes, till her bottom was more crimson than scarlet and beads of blood were popping up everywhere. I'd given her some memorable thrashings before, but knowing that this would be the last made me keep wanting to do a bit better.
Eventually I reminded myself that we didn't have forever: when the borrowed energy of amphetamines ran out she'd hardly know I was there. Her face was red and streaked with tears and snot; any scene where I manage to make her cry is one to remember. I crouched down and gazed into her eyes till she came back from some far corner of subspace. ?Hello, darling. I want your attention, because I'm going to fuck you again. Remember how it hurt last time? I'm going to use your sore cunt this time, and it'll be worse.?
?A girl is happy to be used,? she croaked, hoarse from screaming.
I stroked and teased her till she gasped with excitement as I drew the brush out, her hips moving in desperate circles and figure-eights of need. ?Please Master,? she gasped, ?please use your fucktoy. Your tart begs for your wonderful cock. Please fuck your tart's sore cunt – AIEE!?
I'd often tortured her vaginal walls with the spiked vibrator before sex, and she used to complain that without doing her permanent damage I couldn't make her sore enough to really hurt. I thought she'd be satisfied this time. I held the rope between her elbows so I could slam my hips against her lacerated rump on every stroke, and she responded with wordless cries of pure sensation, bucking and shaking against me. I've often felt that I could pick up her orgasm with my cock by some kind of direct conduction, and right now I felt as if I were plugged into a socket wired for raw ecstasy.
The pressure to come myself was almost unbearable, and as a last resort I called to mind our plans for the end of this. It worked better than a cold shower, and I almost lost my erection before I could drag my attention back to the erotic moment and the screaming suffering slave under me. I reached down and pinched her clit, and she shuddered and wailed in total surrender to her feelings.
?Thank you, Master,? she breathed when she was articulate again.
?My pleasure,? I told her, slackening the rope round her shoulders. ?Now roll over, it's time I did something to those tits.?
Whether she was drained by all I'd done to her, or the speed was wearing off, she had trouble getting her legs up. I found where she'd intelligently left rope loops sticking through from the supports of the plastic tent, and hauled first one ankle and then the other towards the low ceiling till she was dragged onto her back with her legs up and spread, sobbing as her weight came on her backside. I lay over her and kissed and cuddled her, squeezing her sore bottom and playing with her taut breasts till she sighed with pleasure; then with a last kiss I stood up and put clover clamps on both nipples, and roped them to a couple more ceiling loops, drawing them up till her breasts went from balloon-round to pear-shaped.
Her eyes were big and scared again. ?Master, if you were to fuck me like this, it'd hurt horribly.?
I recognised her usual briar-patch style of comment. ?Sure it would, but nothing's so bad that I can't make it worse.? I held up the last surprise in the case, a big box of dressmaking pins. ?I want those boobs of yours to hurt like never before.?
?Oh Master, no! I couldn't bear it!? She's both excited and scared by sharps; we've done a little with knives, but she could never shake off her safety-conscious carefulness. I saw her, too, making the calculation that things like infection and haemorrhage didn't matter any more. ?Please, Master, don't...?
?But I want to.? I put the box on her chest, cupped one breast and drove the first pin in to the head.
For the next twenty minutes I was absorbed in the delicious task of turning the breasts I knew and loved into pincushions, to the accompaniment of her shrieks and gabbled pleas for mercy. By the time I was approaching the bottom of the box her cries were tailing off, and I grinned. I once saw a demonstration of needle play which began by sitting the display subject on a high stool so everyone could see her: but by the time she had a dozen needles in her breasts, they had to move her to a chair because she was so spaced on endorphins that she was in danger of falling over.
I stepped back and admired the effect. Her breasts were covered in pinheads till they sparkled like Xmas ornaments. Her eyes moved from them to me: she looked dazed and shocked. ?Master,? she slurred, ?I'm your toy... Use me, hurt me, break me...?
?I will,? I promised, and slid into her again.
?Oh YES,? she groaned. ?Use your fucktoy... Hurt her for your pleasure... This fuckmeat is yours to use...?
I put the big vibrator back on her pussy, and leant over her so that it was clamped between our pubic bones. ?Don't just lie there, tart, serve me.? I caressed the accessible parts of her clamped nipples, and she groaned and flexed her hips under me as I felt her heat building. ?There's a good slave tart, please your Master, get that cunt hot for me.? I pulled back and started thrusting, with hard jerking strokes that forced her down on her skinned rump and made her tortured breasts bounce, and she made wide-mouthed AA-noises that were just a breath with a sound, growing faster and louder, her eyes focussed on nothing. When her cries seemed to be reaching a peak I leant forward, grabbed both breasts and squeezed and pulled.
She gave a long, long wail with all the force of an operatic contralto's prize note. As it tapered off I leant further and put my hands on her neck, and she focussed on me and whispered ?Thank you, Master...?
We'd discussed this, because I'd played at choking her many times, and it always turned her on: but I didn't trust myself to carry it through to the end. Putting her out with an artery hold, that I knew I could do, I'd done it before. I dug my thumbs into the carotid and jugular, and met her loving eyes as her lids sank slowly closed.
You can't kill anyone with an artery hold, though it can cause brain damage after a while. Keeping one hand pressing her carotid, I pinched her nose and covered her mouth with the other and held it for a very long time. She jerked and kicked for a minute from spinal reflex, but her brain was already shut down and she quickly stopped trying to breathe; but I kept holding on in terror that I might not do it long enough. Finally, though it hadn't been in the plan, I grabbed the tape from a side bench and gave her a tape gag that included her nose, and then I felt I could relax.
As the tension ran out of me I lay on top of her and wept for a little while; then I kissed her forehead and went to work. Ripping down the drapes, I wrapped her in them from head to toe. I cleaned myself of a great deal of smeared blood and whatnot, using disinfectant wipes that would scramble the DNA in any traces I didn't get off; then I stepped back out of the plastic tent, taking the case with me.
With a few knife strokes I collapsed the tent, cut the bottom away and bundled the rest into a wad. Shoving that up the stairs behind me, I rolled the remaining plastic round the cloth wrapped form draped over the table and taped it into place. There wasn't room for a proper carry: I had to half drag her up the stairs, watching that the plastic didn't snag and make rips that could leak something.
On deck, I taped the bundle of plastic to the case, stabbed it in enough places to make sure it didn't hold air, and deep-sixed it. We had agonised over that, because we hated the idea of adding to the plastic pollution of the sea, but there was no other safe way to get rid of it.
She had left a heap of beach rocks in the scuppers. I wrapped most of them into the foot of the plastic shroud, leaving a few as evidence, and made a couple of big triangular cuts in the head end, big enough to let fish in as well as air out.
?Rest in peace, beloved,? I told her. ?Gods, give her the peace in the next world she didn't find in this.? The splash and swirl of bubbles were just the same as when I tossed the case. It should have looked more important.
The light was starting to fade as I paddled away, but it would last till I got to shore, and I'd be in time for my train home. The boat had a GPS locator, the hire shop would find it before it drifted into danger, and then they'd call the police; and by the time the police called on me, I should have received the letter she'd posted on her way here. It was a lovely, moving letter: I'd helped her write it, and we'd cried and giggled over it together.
It would be a clear, simple story. Terminal patient checks out of hospital, hires a boat and goes swimming with her pockets full of rocks, when her loving husband, who spent so much time at her bedside, isn't around to stop her. Husband is devastated, but understands her wish to spare them both pain. That was the bit we'd laughed over, where she wrote ?I can't face the thought of dying in agony... I know you hate to see me suffering...?
And then she'd finished ?I trust you to find someone else. I know there will be someone who can make you as happy as I have.?
I wonder, darling, I thought as I paddled. Where on earth am I going to find anyone I can torture like you?
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Back to the fall after their trip to Maui... Amie is crazy about fall. It always seems to her that it is the start of something new and exciting. This year, she and Lex are seniors in high school and only one more year and she'll start college. "Your father must be home Amie, his car is in the garage." "Yes, Mom, he said he would be home today. He must've caught an early flight because I didn't expect him until around 6:00." Marnie pulled the car up to the curb and Amie threw the...
Spring, a month before high school graduation... "Did you ask my mother about going to Maui with Dad and me after graduation, Lexi?" "Yes. She raised a huge fuss, but I told her if I couldn't go for the month, then I was going to move out. She relented, but she is not at all happy. I don't really give a shit if she is or not actually." "I didn't want to cause trouble, but I know how much you liked the last trip. Dad wants to show us 'the other side of Maui'. The side that is away...
The wind was howling and there is a light snow falling. School was out for the day and Alexis wouldn't drive in the snow, so the girls are spending the first "alone time" together in awhile. Amie and Alexis were sitting on Amie's (and her father's) bed looking through some picture albums together. They were dressed casually in panties with a top and nothing else. Amie's back was to her best friend who has her arms around her and her chin on Amie's shoulder trying to see over her...
James and Rebecca had always enjoyed an erotic lifestyle in the bedroom and got up to loads of fun such as tying each other up in bed while making out and while Rebecca enjoyed this, she wanted to push it further.Rebecca had been trawling through the internet sites on kinky fun looking for something she could entice James into trying out and stumbled upon a picture of someone wearing a latex catsuit while covered in plastic, the sight of this picture made her horny and she really wanted to try...
true story: Many years ago, I loved to chat on the internet.... it was still new. I've been enjoying self bondage since puberty. Essentially straight, I would fantasize about a dom leather couple making me their little sissy slave. I love bondage, plastic and submission. One evening, I started chatting with a dom... a guy. It was hypnotizing. This is what happened on one of the rare times I cammed. I could see him from the waist down. Leather vest, chaps and gloves. His man parts not...
Dear friends, sorry it's been so long. You can buy the dress online, just use a search engine... ------------------------------- The dress was his idea. You like black, frilly, satin maid's dresses, yeah OK, even pink.... But Daddy knew that you liked that and Daddy didn't want you to feel too sexy. Not today, not the first time. Daddy knew what you wanted deep down. He knew that guys like you, who end up in this situation, talking to him, listening to him, dressing for...
I was invited to around to their house for a bbq. When I was there I noticed Joy wasn't there and I asked Esther where she was “Oh er.... she'll be here soon she's er...fetching a friend” she said nervously “Oh really a friend is that's what they call it” I said with a chuckle trying to break the tension “Oh yeah it's like that, just be careful talking about around Carl he's not to thrilled” she said “Oh dear, what's he like?” I asked a little worried myself knowing how I felt about...
Introduction: Birthday Surprise! Blast from the past part 2: Birthday Surprise! This part of the story isnt true, although I wish some parts were&hellip,happy reading. It was Saturday November 3rd, the day before Doms birthday. I havent heard much from him since I met his mom. He said Katie (the girlfriend) didnt suspect anything, but she was still pretty pissed about it. I couldnt believe that she wasnt blowing up my phone. I know if the situation was reversed that is probably what I would...
Plastic Surgeryholics By Leticia Latex (formerly BlowMuP) (c)2002 "So...? What do you think?" asked Amber as she walked out of the surgeon's office. "I love them and I can't wait to try them," answered Mike as he reached out for her. A wicked smile formed on her full lips, "Try them? Michael Fraser, you perverted little tease!" she said. Amber Fisher and Mike Fraser had found in each other a common passion for plastic surgery. Their combined salaries allowed them to start...
Sam pulled his big rig into a truck stop outside Jacksonville, Florida. He was tired, hungry, and longed for a little chat with a cute waitress he knew worked there. The twenty years of trucking were beginning to catch up with him. He was 42 years of age, stood a little over 6' tall, and weighted somewhere north of 200 pounds. He had already spent half his life behind the wheel of a truck. Too many truck stop burgers and too many hours sitting on his ass behind the wheel of a truck had taken...
Owed to Joy“Mum?” Toni said as she sat at the table looking at the computer screen. “What’s this thing with Mr Daniels?” “What thing?” Joy Andrews asked moving over beside her daughter and staring down at the screen. Toni pointed to the figures on the screen.“He owes nearly seven grand!”.“bloody Hell!” Joy said. “I didn’t realise it had got that high.”“Mum! You really are the limit. You’re running a business here! You have to keep on top of things like this. This guy is taking the...
POV: Kaylee"Are you still feeling bad about Joy?" she asked, sitting next to me."Yes, but the situation was maybe bad on both of us. Joy was just having intimate issues, and her parents are just free spirits. Before I go any further, Mom, are you my loving mom or the judgmental one?" I asked, peeking at her."Kaylee, you know damn well, I have to be both. You don't get anywhere in life solely hearing the things you want to hear, so tell me what's wrong. You've spent endless hours with...
LesbianDavie and his Mom Kate had barely talked about what had happened a few days ago when they had gotten so carried away having sex, she had forgotten her sister, his Aunt Joy was coming over for a visit. She caught them as he had his come running from Kate’s pussy. The two of them standing there panting and naked. Tongues in each others mouth. Most people would have been repulsed by what they were up to but Aunt Joy took it in stride, even slapped him on the naked ass and hugged her sister...
It was an awkward car ride to say the least. Davie and his Mom Kate had barely talked about what had happened a few days ago when they had gotten so carried away having sex, she had forgotten her sister, his Aunt Joy was coming over for a visit. She caught them as he had his come running from Kate’s pussy. The two of them standing there panting and naked. Tongues in each others mouth.Most people would have been repulsed by what they were up to but Aunt Joy took it in stride, even slapped him on...
"Hey, Mom, and somewhat older Mom?" she asked, peeking at them as we walked in the living room."Yes, Joy?" Sage asked, glancing at us. "You two make a cute couple.""Hey," Joy objected, shaking her head no and placing her hands on her hips. "We're not a couple; we're just best friends. We have been for six years now, but we're not thinking about taking this to the next level. I know you two would support us even if you weren't lesbians, but that's not us."I looked over Joy's backside. 'Maybe,...
LesbianI glued my lips onto her and took off her bra too. I dropped it, and immediately pressed our boobs together. We made out and placed our hands onto one another's butts.She caressed my bare ass, but I scrubbed hers as hard as I could through her undergarments. 'No thong? She usually wears one, but I guess not tonight. These silk panties of hers do feel good on my skin though. Yes, this hot chick is mine, and I will have my way with her.'In no time at all, I felt juice flowing down on my leg and...
LesbianMy wife Joy is a slut. There is no other way to describe her. She simply loves to suck and fuck all the time, anytime. She has been gang banged by clubs, fraternities, softball teams, bowling teams, the night shift at a 24-hour gas station. She has been videotaped and photographed entertaining groups of guys. Joy was once gang banged by a group of her teachers when she was seventeen in high school in the principal’s office during school hours. She has no inhibitions about doing a guy or...
Joy is always so curious about how things dealing with sex, she is always coming up with different scenario's she wants to play out. She came up with the idea that I take her to a bar out of town and take her in and announce to everyone that she was a cheating slut wife and anyone who wanted to use her could have her any way they wanted. We headed out of town and we stopped at a couple of bars and go in, but if it didn't look like the type of place we were looking for or didn't have a nice...
Cheating WifesPlastic Danni Chambers reached for the small plastic object on the desk, and then pulled her hand away as if it had been burned. She put her one hand on top of the other, trying to stop the trembles that started at the tips of her fingers and went all the way to her core. It was just a piece of plastic, after all, an innocent object. In fact its presence here represented the best news of her life - she was finally whole, complete, and its purpose was to make sure that the...
I had always loved women’s clothing. Well truth be told, I had always wanted to wear women’s clothing. I envied women’s ability to change their look with just a little effort, a tight skirt; that was so sexy in one way to a pair of jeans that was sexy in an entirely different way. Then there was the hair thing. I thought that it was so cool the way that women could change their entire look, even their personality by just wearing their hair differently. I really like women. If it wasn’t for that...
This happened many years ago but I do still remember most of the actual events. I was in the Navy, stationed aboard an aircraft carrier. We had just come out of a typhoon as we were headed home from a Viet Nam tour. Needless to say we acquired a lot of aircraft and structural damage to the ship and had to spend close to a year in dry dock, for repairs to the ship. The good thing about it is that dry dock was only about a four hour drive from the small town that I grew up in so I got to go...
I never had girlfriends in high school, because most of them wanted the jocks and ripped dudes. Even with the others, I was too shy to approach them. My first semester was pretty much the same, though I found I had a class with one cute girl, Traci who seemed to enjoy talking to me. She never seemed to want anything other than talking, but that was still better than I ever managed to get from any of the other girls. Traci was a year or two older than me, but I was taking some more advanced...
This is fiction, mixed with one of my fantasies. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The second chapter will be coming next weekIt took thirty five years but I have finally had a major fantasy come true. Let me tell you my story;I recently celebrated my sixtieth birthday. The wife and I live in a small town that is roughly three hours from her parents and all our c***dren. This arrangement allows us a lot of privacy and we do take advantage of it. Our sex life is active...
Todd and Daisy had grown up in a small town. In high school there was definitely an attraction but they never got enough courage to act on those feelings. They missed their chance at romance. For years, both had thought about what could have been. The feelings remained the same even though the physical distance between them grew. One day, Daisy was checking her e-mail when she noticed that Todd had sent her a message. In the message, he was apologizing for not making an effort to be with her in...
About ten years ago, Raymond, a guy I once chatted with on messenger, wrote me the following:“My sister Joy is drop dead gorgeous, and she always got the hottest looking guys. When she met Kevin she fell head over heels in love. Kevin is (in my opinion) a genuine hunk. He is 6'2 190 pounds and solid as a rock with piercing blue eyes and jet black hair. Joy and Kevin got married about 7 months ago. It was a killer bash at the reception. My dad went all out because he really liked Kevin (the...
So its a Friday night and I'm ready to hit the town for a drink, I'm dressed to kill in a t-shirt and jeans not really looking for anything other than a drink. I walk to my local and order a beer knowing that some friends Will be here soon, well 3 beers later and still no-one is here i make a few texts and realise that they all are doing they re own thing tonight so I'm on my own till i spot a red haired girl at the bar, she seems to be on her own and she catches me looking at her and gives me...
I am now almost three months pregnant. It has been a crazy journey. I finally got my divorce after claiming to have had a drunken one night stand. Jeff bitched and told me I was a slut and a whore before walking out. It didn’t bother me though, I knew the truth, and it was worth it. Dom and Katie have both tried calling, but I would not have a clue as to what to tell them about Luke (the name I have picked for my little one.) So I have just ignored the calls assuming that they will...
This part of the story isn't true, although I wish some parts were…happy reading. It was Saturday November 3rd, the day before Dom’s birthday. I haven’t heard much from him since I met his mom. He said Katie (the girlfriend) didn't suspect anything, but she was still pretty pissed about it. I couldn't believe that she wasn't blowing up my phone. I know if the situation was reversed that is probably what I would have done. So I figured she was either the most understanding person in the...
My name is Alex, which is short for Alexandra. I live in a small southern town where everyone pretty much knows one another. It isn't uncommon to become pregnant or marry at a young age, and I was no exception. By the time I was twenty I had two kids and a dead beat to raise. Coming from a broken home myself it was important for me to keep my little family together. I wanted better for my kids; the only problem is he made our lives a living hell. Jeff slept and popped pills all day...
Introduction: Reunited with an old friend. Keep in mind this is my first story. I would love to here your comment, but if you just feel the need to bitch DONT! Advice is welcome. Thanks! My name is Alex, which is short for Alexandra. I live in a small southern town where everyone pretty much knows one another. It isnt uncommon to become pregnant or marry at a young age, and I was no exception. By the time I was twenty I had two kids and a dead beat to raise. Coming from a broken home myself it...