Jades Mothers Day Gift
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??????????? I always knew what I wanted. and that was all good and fine. I could yearn, but never feel. I bled with the need to endure what never left the back of my mind.
I worked at a local used bookstore, and drove the old powdered blue mercedes that my well beloved aunt passed down to me. I didn't much like the colour, but not only did it have sentiment, It made me feel accomplished. I always enjoyed riding with her in it.? My car was decorated with empty cardboard coffee cups from country style, cellophane and yellow strips from packages of cigarettes, CD's missing their cases, and a crystal cello player with some eighth notes hanging from my rearview mirror. It was an older model, but suprisingly good on the highway. I was seventh grade in piano and was working to become a teacher at the royal conservatory of music. Or at least to give lessons from my house. My parents were record producers for a company by the name of Naxos. We lived in a fairly large house. I chose the room farthest to the back so I wouldn't have to be distrubed by the guests too frequently. There were always great musicians from Europe coming to stay with us for the period they were in the country to record with my parents for.
As marvellous and interesting as that was, some of them were very loud. and it gets very annoying when you like to sleep until 3 in the afternoon.
My temper's never been too great. Especially towards guests that don't have the decency to shut their mouths, It's three pm. People are sleeping.
When I was 16, I asked my mother if I could move into the basement, she was more then happy. They helped me move the ping pong table out of the way, and helped me move my instruments and furniture downstairs. It was a big house. so in turn, it was a very large basement. I just made the largest space my room, and the rest was... Well, whatever I wanted it to be.? There was a door that lead outside from the basement, so I could come and go as I did please. We lived in Aruora. It wasn't that far away from civilization, but... Pretty far. and I liked it that way too.
I never had many boyfriends. I knew I was attractive because they'd always try, and I wouldn't be able to put up with them enough to have a decent conversation, let alone a binding relationship with. I became sour on the notion of love. I don't check my blindspot because I always know what's going on beside me. My peripherial has always been better than my main field of vision. I had to wear glasses when I was driving, I was a little too nearsighted. I was 18, but my face looked aged - if you didn't know me personally. Contrary to most peoples beliefs; I was still a virgin. For reasons completely onto myself. For the most part, I was waiting for somebody whom I could trust and respect. Somebody who was a man, and not a boy. Who reaked of brilliance and madness. My father says I have expectations of the gods. I say, For all good reason.
For the first three years of my life, There was a Cherry Blossom out in front of the house I used to live at,. All Winter I'd ask my mother where it went. She told me everything dies in the Winter time.
I only had classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays this simester. I worked any other day that they decided to call me in. My school relocated to somewhere around Dufferin and Bloor, I didn't much care for the area. It was very unclean. It was cheap, But made me feel better about myself. Like being in a room full of 600 ugly people, and knowing you're the most attractive one there. The area our house was in was very rural, but very wealthy. The people who own the costume store at Centre and John live just down the street from us. Everybody thinks they're Vampires. It's silly. They have those Coffin's in their basement because they own a costume shop, that's the most logical reason I can come up with, anyways. I still can't understand the balcony they fenced off for their thirty cats. Maybe they just really love animals. The book store that I worked at, was only 5 minutes away from where I lived. This girl Allison that I knew from Highschool got me a job there 8 months ago. Not for any particular reason, really. She knew I was in the know, and liked to read alot more than anybody else that she knew at the time, but for the most part, they were hiring - I was looking.?
When I wasn't at school or work, Chances are you'd find me in my room with the door locked, taking down Daiquiri's, smoking Du Maurier special milds, and using up the ink in the scattered black pens around my desk. I've had this desk since I was younger. It was practically an antique. It was my great grandmothers. Rich dark hard wood of some sort, not certain what kind exactly. When I was little, I'd carve random words into the underside of the desk. I forgot they were there until recently. Reading it can be haunting. The jumbled scribbles of my childhood, pressed into the grains. I try not to think about it, or at least not look at it.
I always wrote. Nobody knew what exactly what I was writing about. I didn't let them know, I didn't want them to know. I wrote for me. But, it would have been nice to show somebody, If I thought they'd take it the way I intended it to be taken.
Tonight was going to be a good night. I had coffee, cream, enough smokes, and my Daiquiri's (which happened to be my current phase.)
I had a fridge and bar downstairs with me. just beyond my room. I kept procrastinating going upstairs to the Piano, I didn't really want to leave my room. I had ideas. I settled for my keyboard. Which can be interesting when you have ideas. I repeated the words... "Pinnacle, Pinnacle, Pinnacle, Nadir, Nadir, Nadir, Zenith."
I experiemented with different tones, pitches, and volumes. I wheeled back over to my computer to put the music I was listening to back on, and picked up where I left off.
I chewed on the red plastic of my pen, and shook my right leg vigorously. "What now..."
I decided to go out for coffee, I was getting a bit antsy. I needed to find inspiration somewhere. Sometimes it comes easier when i'm moving around. Not quite inspiration, More like a setting. I needed detail. I'd only had a single drink at this point, and wasn't really feeling anything. I was fine to drive. I was thinking of picking up one of my friends, but then I thought of the aftermath. Having to hear them whine about the stupidest shit ever. No. No, that's quite the opposite to my intentions of going out. I put on my jacket, grabbed my notebook, and I was gone. I was pretty much done this one. I was proud, I only tolerate the best. Some say I'm too critical. I say, I just know what I like.
I sat silently at a booth in the back, and sipped my coffee. Scanned over the 23 pages I've written. I was content, except for a few grammatical errors.
This was an important piece of writing. This was the first time I've expressed this issue in words or a situation. at the top of the page, I wrote "Cherry Juice and Saw Dust."
I smiled and headed home.
I always have at least 5 mirrors around me at all times. I wouldn't want to forget what I came for.
I walked in the door, and my parents were still awake, which is normal for them. They have a lot of late nights.
Me: I didn't know we were having guests anytime soon.
Her: Aidan's a student. He's going to be helping us for the next couple of weeks.
Me: Well, Nice to meet you, Aidan.
Before he could say much, I walked downstairs. I had too much on my mind for matters of manners and introductions.
I untied the strings of my boots, stepped into my fuzzy leopard slippers, and threw on my robe. I sat down in my chair. and stared at the wall for approximately 30 seconds.
For days, Aidan would pass by me having my cereal and coffee and wouldn't say a word, I suspected he wanted to concentrate on his work, and make a good impression while he was at our house. I would go about my daily business, driving to coffee shops at night, finding my place in the back and writing, go to work, come home, smoke cigarettes and drink Jack Daniels.? He'd be dropping by almost every day for a month now, so I hardly noticed he was there since I was always downstairs in my room. We'd have him for dinner, and there wouldn't be much conversation between us, but an odd glare every know and again. Instantly i'd feel the same intrusion and go back to feeling i'm too prestigious to be noticing him, an outsider, a puppy - How pathetic. I would not admit to myself how his eyes frightened me now and again, how he'd slink past my room when my parents were out doing errands and he was in the office working and arranging. Quickly I realized how absolutely silly I was being. This boy had no place slinking around my house. I would confront him soon enough...
Weeks went by, it was fall, crisp, chilling, and inspiring. It was a Wednesday evening, 9:30 or so, All the garbage was laying about to be picked up in the morning, the air smelled of rich firewoods, and the breeze blew the crinkled coloured leaves across the ashvault. My parents had gone to Spain last Saturday to do some recording. I was finally glad to have the house to myself. I got home and put something I was working on in the stereo and ran it through the computer and main speakers in the house. I picked up one of the microphones and started to sing, I was alone - and I felt free somehow, It was a beautiful night. I took a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes out on the back deck, and listened to rinky old jazz tunes, I was approaching a state of inebriation, and decided to take a small walk just on the outskirts of our backyard (Which was fairly large, 3 acres.) I sat on a rock near the pond and continued to drink, I twisted the cap back on when I'd had enough, and lit a cigarette. There was rustling from squirrels, or something..
"Ugh. I hope it's not a damn skunk", I got up to double check, start walking towards the broken coloured rusty trees saw nothing and turned around. Before my brain could even process what was going on, I had some sort of gray glove over my mouth. I couldn't see what was happening, this was a fairly safe area, what's going on. this isn't happening to me, It's probably just a joke. I could hear the slight parting of moisture from their lips when they said my name.. "You're going to do exactly what I say lest there be reprocussions." I rolled my eyes and tried to thrash about, but I couldn't budge.
"What the fuck are you doing to me you pathetic prick, let me go and pay for what you're looking for like any decent pervert would, on your way with you."? They blindfolded me and taped my mouth shut, I had a hard time admitting to myself that I was scared. I was a brat, and I knew it. I was specific, I knew exactly what I liked and especially what I didn't. He fliped me over his shoulder and told me for every time I kicked him, he'd cut one of my cute little toes off, and save them for himself. He put me gently on my bed and bound me tightly to it, he shut my door, and took off my blindfold. I was too absent minded to think anything of it, Aidan did this - and I had no say at this point.
"Ahem, I found some manuscripts on your desk the other day that I'd like to read to you, they were quite shocking to say the least,? Seriously Jade darling, I had no idea - I bet nobody really does. Sweetheart. you haven't been all too kind, I've been working extremely hard and still you look at me sourly, and with jealousy - Listen here miss secluded, it's time you've gotten exposed, pretty girl. You are a brilliant girl, but also quite confused. Perhaps I should recite some of your more recent manuscripts? "PLllzz dnnt" Barely audible through the duct tape. He sat on the other side of the room, his eyes glowing like marble sheen past the whisps of black neck length fine hair over his face. His eyes, I've never noticed them... they were bright ocean green - luminesent. his skin pale porcelian, he was dressed sharply, he took off his black trent coat, neatly folded it and put it on the bed beside me, he was wearing an olive coloured suit jacket, plain brown shirt, and black dress pants. My mind drifted and paniced again at what he chose to read...
"Care to explain what this is about? Well... Don't hurt yourself with that thing on. Here." He rips the tape off my mouth in a fast pull." I was exceedingly embarassed, I stared blankly in shame, I couldn't bear to look at him. "I knew this is what you needed. I'd have fantasties when I got back home at night, of coming down here while you were sleeping and putting my hand over your mouth, just to see those pretty stone eyes glitter with fear for me." Aidan put out his cigarette and started towards me. He took off his suit jacket, and sat beside me. just staring at me, eeriely. He smelled great, I felt like an animal his hair was dark and fell perfectly around his face, and was an incredible contrast with his light green eyes. His face was sculpted in an almost ancient fashion, and I suppose I've never noticed it until inside this limelight of shocking significance.
He sat up, and went to my red wide computer chair. "Cherry Juice &" He only managed to get that much through his pink parted lips before I started bickering in a hubrise as defining to my character as a fingerprint.
Aidan ignore my nonsense, and began to read with fascinating vitality. I sat on the bed in paralyzing awe. a slight luminesence over one hemisphere of his face from the glow of the computer screen, while I embraced my words beating with life and oxygen, he gave birth to a mute, and interperted it with a dialect and sound I would have never imaged.
??????????? I always knew what I wanted. and that was all good and
fine. I could yearn, but never feel. I bled with the need to endure what never
left the back of my mind.
I worked at a local used
bookstore, and drove the old powdered blue mercedes that my well beloved aunt
passed down to me. I didn't much like the colour, but not only did it have
sentiment, It made me feel accomplished. I always enjoyed riding with her in it.? My car was decorated with empty cardboard
coffee cups from country style, cellophane and yellow strips from packages of
cigarettes, CD's missing their cases, and a crystal cello player with some
eighth notes hanging from my rearview mirror. It was an older model, but
suprisingly good on the highway. I was seventh grade in piano and was working
to become a teacher at the royal conservatory of music. Or at least to give
lessons from my house. My parents were record producers for a company by the
name of Naxos. We lived in a fairly large house. I chose the room farthest to
the back so I wouldn't have to be distrubed by the guests too frequently. There
were always great musicians from Europe coming to stay with us for the period
they were in the country to record with my parents for.
As marvellous and
interesting as that was, some of them were very loud. and it gets very annoying
when you like to sleep until 3 in the afternoon.
My temper's never been too
great. Especially towards guests that don't have the decency to shut their
mouths, It's three pm. People are sleeping.
When I was 16, I asked my
mother if I could move into the basement, she was more then happy. They helped
me move the ping pong table out of the way, and helped me move my instruments
and furniture downstairs. It was a big house. so in turn, it was a very large
basement. I just made the largest space my room, and the rest was... Well,
whatever I wanted it to be.? There was a
door that lead outside from the basement, so I could come and go as I did
please. We lived in Aruora. It wasn't that far away from civilization, but...
Pretty far. and I liked it that way too.
I never had many
boyfriends. I knew I was attractive because they'd always try, and I wouldn't
be able to put up with them enough to have a decent conversation, let alone a
binding relationship with. I became sour on the notion of love. I don't check
my blindspot because I always know what's going on beside me. My peripherial
has always been better than my main field of vision. I had to wear glasses when
I was driving, I was a little too nearsighted. I was 18, but my face
looked aged - if you didn't know me personally. Contrary to most peoples
beliefs; I was still a virgin. For reasons completely onto myself. For the most
part, I was waiting for somebody whom I could trust and respect. Somebody who
was a man, and not a boy. Who reaked of brilliance and madness. My father says
I have expectations of the gods. I say, For all good reason.
For the first three years
of my life, There was a Cherry Blossom out in front of the house I used to live
at,. All Winter I'd ask my mother where it went. She told me everything dies in
the Winter time.
I only had classes on
Tuesdays and Thursdays this simester. I worked any other day that they decided
to call me in. My school relocated to somewhere around Dufferin and Bloor, I
didn't much care for the area. It was very unclean. It was cheap, But made me
feel better about myself. Like being in a room full of 600 ugly people, and
knowing you're the most attractive one there. The area our house was in was very
rural, but very wealthy. The people who own the costume store at Centre and
John live just down the street from us. Everybody thinks they're Vampires. It's
silly. They have those Coffin's in their basement because they own a costume
shop, that's the most logical reason I can come up with, anyways. I still can't
understand the balcony they fenced off for their thirty cats. Maybe they just
really love animals. The book store that I worked at, was only 5 minutes away
from where I lived. This girl Allison that I knew from Highschool got me a job
there 8 months ago. Not for any particular reason, really. She knew I was in
the know, and liked to read alot more than anybody else that she knew at the
time, but for the most part, they were hiring - I was looking.?
When I wasn't at school or
work, Chances are you'd find me in my room with the door locked, taking down
Daiquiri's, smoking Du Maurier special milds, and using up the ink in the
scattered black pens around my desk. I've had this desk since I was younger. It
was practically an antique. It was my great grandmothers. Rich dark hard wood
of some sort, not certain what kind exactly. When I was little, I'd carve
random words into the underside of the desk. I forgot they were there until
recently. Reading it can be haunting. The jumbled scribbles of my childhood,
pressed into the grains. I try not to think about it, or at least not look at
it.
I always wrote. Nobody
knew what exactly what I was writing about. I didn't let them know, I didn't
want them to know. I wrote for me. But, it would have been nice to show
somebody, If I thought they'd take it the way I intended it to be taken.
Tonight was going to be a
good night. I had coffee, cream, enough smokes, and my Daiquiri's (which
happened to be my current phase.)
I had a fridge and bar
downstairs with me. just beyond my room. I kept procrastinating going upstairs
to the Piano, I didn't really want to leave my room. I had ideas. I settled for
my keyboard. Which can be interesting when you have ideas. I repeated the
words... "Pinnacle, Pinnacle, Pinnacle, Nadir, Nadir, Nadir, Zenith."
I experiemented with
different tones, pitches, and volumes. I wheeled back over to my computer to
put the music I was listening to back on, and picked up where I left off.
I chewed on the red
plastic of my pen, and shook my right leg vigorously. "What now..."
I decided to go out for
coffee, I was getting a bit antsy. I needed to find inspiration somewhere.
Sometimes it comes easier when i'm moving around. Not quite inspiration, More
like a setting. I needed detail. I'd only had a single drink at this point, and
wasn't really feeling anything. I was fine to drive. I was thinking of picking
up one of my friends, but then I thought of the aftermath. Having to hear them
whine about the stupidest shit ever. No. No, that's quite the opposite to my
intentions of going out. I put on my jacket, grabbed my notebook, and I was
gone. I was pretty much done this one. I was proud, I only tolerate the best.
Some say I'm too critical. I say, I just know what I like.
I sat silently at a booth
in the back, and sipped my coffee. Scanned over the 23 pages I've written. I
was content, except for a few grammatical errors.
This was an important
piece of writing. This was the first time I've expressed this issue in words or
a situation. at the top of the page, I wrote "Cherry Juice and Saw
Dust."
I smiled and headed home.
I always have at least 5
mirrors around me at all times. I wouldn't want to forget what I came for.
I walked in the door, and
my parents were still awake, which is normal for them. They have a lot of late
nights.
Me: I didn't know we were
having guests anytime soon.
Her: Aidan's a student.
He's going to be helping us for the next couple of weeks.
Me: Well, Nice to meet
you, Aidan.
Before he could say much,
I walked downstairs. I had too much on my mind for matters of manners and
introductions.
I untied the strings of my
boots, stepped into my fuzzy leopard slippers, and threw on my robe. I sat down
in my chair. and stared at the wall for approximately 30 seconds.
For days, Aidan would pass
by me having my cereal and coffee and wouldn't say a word, I suspected he
wanted to concentrate on his work, and make a good impression while he was at
our house. I would go about my daily business, driving to coffee shops at
night, finding my place in the back and writing, go to work, come home, smoke
cigarettes and drink Jack Daniels.? He'd
be dropping by almost every day for a month now, so I hardly noticed he was
there since I was always downstairs in my room. We'd have him for dinner, and
there wouldn't be much conversation between us, but an odd glare every know and
again. Instantly i'd feel the same intrusion and go back to feeling i'm too
prestigious to be noticing him, an outsider, a puppy - How pathetic. I would
not admit to myself how his eyes frightened me now and again, how he'd slink
past my room when my parents were out doing errands and he was in the office
working and arranging. Quickly I realized how absolutely silly I was being.
This boy had no place slinking around my house. I would confront him soon
enough...
Weeks went by, it was
fall, crisp, chilling, and inspiring. It was a Wednesday evening, 9:30 or so,
All the garbage was laying about to be picked up in the morning, the air
smelled of rich firewoods, and the breeze blew the crinkled coloured leaves
across the ashvault. My parents had gone to Spain last Saturday to do some
recording. I was finally glad to have the house to myself. I got home and put
something I was working on in the stereo and ran it through the computer and
main speakers in the house. I picked up one of the microphones and started to
sing, I was alone - and I felt free somehow, It was a beautiful night. I took a
bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes out on the back deck, and listened
to rinky old jazz tunes, I was approaching a state of inebriation, and decided
to take a small walk just on the outskirts of our backyard (Which was fairly
large, 3 acres.) I sat on a rock near the pond and continued to drink, I
twisted the cap back on when I'd had enough, and lit a cigarette. There was
rustling from squirrels, or something..
"Ugh. I hope it's not
a damn skunk", I got up to double check, start walking towards the broken
coloured rusty trees saw nothing and turned around. Before my brain could even
process what was going on, I had some sort of gray glove over my mouth. I
couldn't see what was happening, this was a fairly safe area, what's going on.
this isn't happening to me, It's probably just a joke. I could hear the slight
parting of moisture from their lips when they said my name.. "You're going
to do exactly what I say lest there be reprocussions." I rolled my eyes
and tried to thrash about, but I couldn't budge.
"What the fuck are
you doing to me you pathetic prick, let me go and pay for what you're looking
for like any decent pervert would, on your way with you."? They blindfolded me and taped my mouth shut,
I had a hard time admitting to myself that I was scared. I was a brat, and I
knew it. I was specific, I knew exactly what I liked and especially what I
didn't. He fliped me over his shoulder and told me for every time I kicked him,
he'd cut one of my cute little toes off, and save them for himself. He put me
gently on my bed and bound me tightly to it, he shut my door, and took off my
blindfold. I was too absent minded to think anything of it, Aidan did this -
and I had no say at this point.
"Ahem, I found some
manuscripts on your desk the other day that I'd like to read to you, they were
quite shocking to say the least,?
Seriously Jade darling, I had no idea - I bet nobody really does.
Sweetheart. you haven't been all too kind, I've been working extremely hard and
still you look at me sourly, and with jealousy - Listen here miss secluded,
it's time you've gotten exposed, pretty girl. You are a brilliant girl, but
also quite confused. Perhaps I should recite some of your more recent
manuscripts? "PLllzz dnnt" Barely audible through the duct tape. He
sat on the other side of the room, his eyes glowing like marble sheen past the
whisps of black neck length fine hair over his face. His eyes, I've never
noticed them... they were bright ocean green - luminesent. his skin pale
porcelian, he was dressed sharply, he took off his black trent coat, neatly
folded it and put it on the bed beside me, he was wearing an olive coloured
suit jacket, plain brown shirt, and black dress pants. My mind drifted and
paniced again at what he chose to read...
"Care to explain what
this is about? Well... Don't hurt yourself with that thing on. Here." He
rips the tape off my mouth in a fast pull." I was exceedingly embarassed,
I stared blankly in shame, I couldn't bear to look at him. "I knew this is
what you needed. I'd have fantasties when I got back home at night, of coming
down here while you were sleeping and putting my hand over your mouth, just to
see those pretty stone eyes glitter with fear for me." Aidan put out his
cigarette and started towards me. He took off his suit jacket, and sat beside
me. just staring at me, eeriely. He smelled great, I felt like an animal his
hair was dark and fell perfectly around his face, and was an incredible
contrast with his light green eyes. His face was sculpted in an almost ancient
fashion, and I suppose I've never noticed it until inside this limelight of
shocking significance.
He sat up, and went to my
red wide computer chair. "Cherry Juice &" He only managed to get
that much through his pink parted lips before I started bickering in a hubrise
as defining to my character as a fingerprint.
Aidan ignore my nonsense,
and began to read with fascinating vitality. I sat on the bed in paralyzing
awe. a slight luminesence over one hemisphere of his face from the glow of the
computer screen, while I embraced my words beating with life and oxygen, he
gave birth to a mute, and interperted it with a dialect and sound I would have
never imaged.
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Jade is a beautiful woman inside and out—very intelligent, playful with a colorful sense of humor, and very pretty. Just being in public with her makes me feel powerful and important. Keeping Jade interested in one man or any man is a very challenging task. She is 22 years old, in college, and most of the guys that show her interest are too immature for her liking, too serious for her witty personality or just total clowns. Getting Jade’s attention is not a very hard thing to do, but to keep...
SpankingStrip clubs were common in this town but sex clubs were not. I’d been sneaking out to strip clubs for some time now but I was getting kind of bored with them so I decided to step it up and check out a live sex show. This was supposed to be my weekend with my little girl but she asked if she could go to some party with her friends and as she was getting to that age where she’d really rather hang out with them, I figured it was my chance to head downtown. She would still get dropped off after...
Jade was recently incarcerated for shop lifting. With no time to prepare to getting a lawyer and the public defender failing her miserably, she received a sentence for sixty days. Due to overpopulation she was sent to a maximum security women prison. Within the first week she was already feeling about to break inside the prison cells and then it happened. An officer called her out of her cell, cuffing her hands behind her back as standard procedure. Jade was scared asking the guard, "what's...
Jade Box - Mum's the Word By Genni Smith. Part One Cassie Taylor smiled down at the little girl as she tucked her into bed. "Goodnight Alicia," She said. "But Mummy," Alicia grumbled in that cute way only little girls can use. "It's still light outside." "It's 8 o'clock, Sweetheart, and time for little girls to float off to dream land." "I can't sleep." "You haven't even tried." Cassie giggled. "I know it's hard to sleep in summer with daylight savings but I can tell...
The rest of the weekend was like any other weekend that my daughter spent with me. She didn’t behave differently, she didn’t look at me differently and her mother came to get her at 7 sharp. The same routine we’d been doing for years since her mother and I split up. The only thing that was a little different was that she spent most of the weekend in very little clothing, mostly panties and t-shirts, and managed to do a lot of bending over. Other than that things were pretty normal and that...
Nikki bent over the glass topped table, her eyes shining with anticipation as she prepared her first line of cocaine of the day. She felt a hand reach under her short satin dressing gown. 'Hi mum, ' she giggled as the hand started stroking her juciy slit. 'Do me a line darling, and I'll get us our first drink of the day, ' purred Gloria as she reluctantly removed her hand, licking her fingers as she went over to the drinks cabinet. 'What time is it?' asked Gloria. 'Nine o'clock,...
Cassie finally managed to convince her brother that she was okay. A little dehydrated maybe, and very hung over. She sat in stunned amazement as Patrick fussed over her, made her sit at the kitchen table, and got her a coffee and a sandwich. Then, when he was sure Cassie wasn't about to faint again, Patrick went out to mow the large back lawn. Cassie sat wondering why Patrick was mowing her lawn at all. As Rick, it was one of only two chores that Claire made sure he did, that...
I have been crossdressing in private since I was young. Now in my late forties and after three failed marriages, I had decided to step outside as Jessica.So after a lot of planning over several months, the day had finally come.I stepped in the bath as JD and shaved any hairs on my body that should not be there. It did not take long as I had been preparing my body for weeks to be smooth. I stepped out of the bath as Jessica and dried myself off. I wrapped the towel around myself just like any...
CrossdressingA Day of Firsts by Kathy Nelson [email protected] (c):Kathryn Nelson, 1998 It was one of those hectic work periods where I was putting in 70 to 80 hours a week. You know, when there's no time for anything else in your life except the job. But, thank god the rush was over and it looked like things were going to calm down. Friday night had come around and I was going home at a decent hour. I even had the whole weekend off and I was ready to celebrate. Well, more like...
The bar was crowded for the big football game. Standing room only. I was alone but hoped to find another regular to watch the game with. I ordered a beer and resigned myself to a disappointing spectacle. A good game was much more enhanced when watching with a familiar face or two. Halfway through my beer, I see Jim walk in. Jim was a guy a frequently chatted with and we really hit it off. He was the perfect guy to watch the game with. I flagged him over, shook hands and told him "Looks like...
SeductionMy 4th Bi experience happened that night of my 3rd experience. I'll never forget it was on a Saturday,Sept 24 1983. I was 16. It was 7:16 pm when I looked at the clock for what seemed like the millionth time. My parents were down the street at another neighbors house. I was sitting in my bedroom wondering what time I should go over to Charles house the anticipation was killing me. Earlier that day he asked if I wanted to come over tonight but what time should I go? I had occasionally looked out...
Eric watched with unblinking eyes as the tiny panties revealed a small but erect cock hidden underneath, and that was another first for him. The stunning woman before him had just pulled her panties down and revealed a cock and he was not repulsed. Tonya's head was bowed in shame with this act. To her, it was like showing off a birth defect. Eric responded by placing his fist under her chin and gently raised it up and looked her in the eyes. He gave her a warm smile and then removed his boxer...
TransCassie paced her lounge room, stopping only from time to time to look out of the window onto the darkening road. She must've checked the tiny watch on her delicate wrist at least twice a minute and jumped as every car drove down the street. She was no stranger to waiting. Hell, half of her time as a detective seemed to be spent cramped up in a car or a dark room staking out different criminals. That, along with her partner's body odour, junk food, the smell of cigarettes and...
At first, Kirsty didn't know where to look as Jade got to her knees in front of me, her eyes sparkling into mine before they fixed on the throbbing staff in front of them. Kirsty's spluttering to get Jade's attention died in her throat when Jade took me in hers. I wasn't joking when I warned her I was close but she still seemed surprised at my sudden spurts that just wouldn't quit: despite coming only a few minutes earlier, the unique eroticism of the situation had me jerking seven or...
I've come to terms that I really love older men. When I was growing up, I never had a father. I really missed that love that a girl gets from her dad. I've always enjoyed dating much older men. Of course, this is something that my mother doesn't understand. My friends think I'm too pretty to keep such old company. I love all the men that I date. I guess some people might call me a "Gold Digger." I honestly love the men who care for me. I know I must be the unusual one. Older men love to be in...
Group SexFor the second time that evening, I found myself slumped in a chair wearing just my formal shirt. My memories of the previous hour played themselves over in my mind again and again and my head was a turmoil of pleasure, confusion and guilt. I remembered looking up at the bride, her pretty face blushing a killer smile as if for the camera - though on this occasion, there was no-one taking pictures and the redness in her cheeks was probably related to her impending orgasm as she happily bounced...
Cassie only stumbled in her heels once as she walked into the large building and if the woman noticed she didn't show it. For the most part, they just exchanged small talk, after all, Cassie didn't even know her name, let alone anything about her, so it was hard to get deep and meaningful. Cassie watched the woman closely to try and foresee which direction she would turn as they wandered down a maze of halls and corridors and she was happy when they finally made their way into a...
Jade is a beautiful woman inside and out—very intelligent, playful with a colorful sense of humor, and very pretty. Just being in public with her makes me feel powerful and important. Keeping Jade interested in one man or any man is a very challenging task. She is 22 years old, in college, and most of the guys that show her interest are too immature for her liking, too serious for her witty personality or just total clowns. Getting Jade’s attention is not a very hard thing to do, but to keep...
Another true story :)So, between my first experiments with Sarah, and being a good schoolgirl, I was obviously becoming more sexual. And having access to the internet in my own room definitely helped! But the time I'd consider popping my girl-girl cherry was this.It was summer and my sister Amy had come home from university. We have always got on well and, being her birthday, she invited me to go along with her and some friends for drinks - being the age I was (16) she was under strict...
I hope you enjoy it. Please PM me or comment below and let me know what you thought. Of course I also encourage voting. If you go into the Forum section of the site you will see the Sex Stories Section. The CAW10 entries are there... I strongly suggest reading them as they are wonderful and written by very talented people. Enjoy! A Confession – A Night of Firsts I am a bit worried as I write this. Mostly because of what I have done and what I know, with absolute certainty, I...
Introduction: A teen girl meets the guy she wants to make her a woman. Hello! Thank you to everyone who has been encouraging me to keep writing. This story is not intended to be part of a series, but I hope it is well received. I hope you enjoy it. Please PM me or comment below and let me know what you thought. Of course I also encourage voting. If you go into the Forum section of the site you will see the Sex Stories Section. The CAW10 entries are there… I strongly suggest reading them as...
Dedicated to a lovely young lady that would have graduated in 1960 with a first initial of "J" First and most important, this is a totally true story. Because it is true, there is little sex and what there is, has not been embellished to the best of my knowledge. One almost always remembers their "Firsts." Their first kiss, first date, first love, first sex and first crush. This is a story of all the above and more. I have always been a shy person. All through my freshman and sophomore...
Anita lay naked on the bed, her body trembling with anticipation. Her small breasts heaved against her chest as she looked at him. Her eyes focused on his finger tips as they reached into the waistband of his black boxer briefs. A fairly significant bulge stuck out. She knew it was going to hurt. But she didn't care. She wanted to feel a cock inside her for the very first time. It was Alicia who suggested Bobby.Bobby and Anita had known each other for about a year, they met through Alicia. She...
It’s funny how simple things trigger memories in a person. Sights, sounds, smells and even feelings of pain or pleasure can spark a flashback. That pain I was now feeling as my cock strained against denim made me recall how all this began. 15 Months Earlier It was Friday night, not long after leaving work, where I found myself in my favorite place. My home away from home, at least from the time just prior to my divorce until now, where I could relax before heading home or in this case to...
January 1981, Milford, Ohio On Monday morning at school, Tracey Jones pulled me aside and told me she had a question she needed to ask me. She and I were on different lunches, so I asked if I could call her, but she wanted to talk face-to-face. I suggested that I’d drop by her house after I saw Doctor Mercer that evening if she wanted, and she was fine with that. When I walked into Miss Barkhurst’s class, where I was the teaching assistant, I sighed. Dona Bingham was in this class. She...
A Night of many firsts. July 11, 2019 As I entered my White Porsche Cayenne with my wife, Sylvia - I felt intense. Past few months have been the best of my life - Particularly with my new role as an Orgasm Donor, which I discovered 3 days after my wedding night with Sylvia. She was a virgin until then - but a real slut when it comes to getting her share of extreme orgasms. Its true what some people say - there is more pleasure in giving than in receiving. She was feeling week at her knees...
"You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be good and obey and you'll enjoy it. I promise you an orgasm that you'll feel for days. Fight me, and you will regret it severely," you coo in my ear. "Understand?" Your words are playful and soft, but I can sense the stern tone behind them. "Yes." "Yes, what?" you ask. "Yes....mistress," I reply hesitantly. "Good boy." I barely have time to fathom what might be in store for me later before I feel something warm and...
"You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be good and obey and you'll enjoy it. I promise you an orgasm that you'll feel for days. Fight me, and you will regret it severely," you coo in my ear. "Understand?" Your words are playful and soft, but I can sense the stern tone behind them. "Yes." "Yes, what?" you ask. "Yes....mistress," I reply hesitantly. "Good boy." I barely have time to fathom what might be in store for me later before I feel something warm and...
A quick recap… My life had really changed over night. I used to live in the suburbs with my father, step mother and step siblings. I had my own room, my own stuff, and privacy. I went to school, where I was one of the popular crowd, and I mean truly popular, not slutty popular like some of those used up by 21 chicks I knew. I respect for myself and the respect from the people around me. I even had a boy friend, who despite not getting anything, was still a great guy, as far as I could...
I was nervous when he told me that his parents were gone for the day but I knew that I wanted to do this. I was scared and unsure of exactly what was going to go down but I knew that whatever it was it would be good. I told my parents that I was going to go over to his house for the day. Little did they know that it was just going to be me and him. When he pulled up in front of my house I started to shake a little at what we were going to do. But I didn’t let it show and I walked out of...
When I was around the age of 13 I began watching porno’s, I couldn’t get enough of them, id wake up watch a porno and wank, id wank at a porno hours later, and again and again and once more before I went to sleep, I absolutely loved porn. But as time progressed it became harder and harder to for me to ejaculate quickly at normal porn, and I would end up racking off for almost an hour and only a drop of semen would exit my penis, I didn’t know what to do until a friend of mine sent me a link...
My name is David; I grew up in a pretty stable home with my sister Mary. My parents weren’t rich but they tried to give my sister and me many of the things the other kids had. When I was thirteen my parents went out of town for the night, to work on their marriage it turns out. They got a babysitter who was a senior in high school and a family friend to watch my sister and keep me from destroying the house. Her name was Heather and she was very beautiful; five foot eight, 120 pounds, dark...
-------------------- Drifting in and out of some seamless euphoria, i stop and think. to ponder on my thoughts. something i haven't done in a very long time. I've done things every normal person has done, but no one wants to hear about that. you want the dirty stuff, the stuff that makes me sick even mentioning it, yet i thought it up in my own dirty mind. to better understand my actions later on in the story, why don't we start at the end of the beginning. i was younger, i was...
She is disable and lived in her room and cannot move. My aunt also live in same village but at some distance on the other side of the village.She has four daughter's and uncle was died when the her youngest daughter(sadia) was 3 years old.Since then she was taking care of them.Her daughter's name were summaya(1st),sidra(2nd),nuvera(3rd) & sadia.Nuvera lives with grandma and take care of her. She was 17(now 19) at that time and is the prettiest in her sisters with 5'4'' tall, long black...
Literally the day before I had to pay up I was walking down the street on the way to see my girlfriend when I saw a huge black guy standing by an open van. He was obviously a builder or something because his van was full of tools. As I walked past he looked me up and down. It felt weird, this poof looking at me like that. In a sudden outburst of insanity (I still don’t know what made me say this - at this point in time I thought I was as straight as straight could be.) I said… “You willing...
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My wife Karen and I have been married for 9 years, and have three k**s. Karen is a short 5'1; slim, has an attractive face, short brunette hair, and smallish tits with magnificent large, puffy nipples. She’s fairly reserved, especially about sex. It’s not that Karen doesn’t enjoy it, she does, she’s just not comfortable talking about it. She claims to have no sexual fantasies, and outside of breathing heavily, makes little sound while we’re having sex, which is maybe once or twice a month since...
Later on that day I was watching a porn Video I had found in my parents room, I was on the sofa with my skirt hitched up around my waist playing with my cunt when I heard the front door open...it was my brother with a couple of his friends...told you she was a horny slut I heard my brother laugh. I jumped up a bit startled that he had brought his friends over so soon.Don’t stop playing with your sweet cunt Brian said, I want you nice and wet when I take that cherry of yours. I sat back down and...
I was 13 and very aware of my sexuality, my brother was 17 and I knew that he liked to look at me when I was getting undressed. I used to leave my door open just a little when I came home from school and was getting changed. I would slowly take of my tie then unbutton my shirt revealing my very large tits. Even at 13 I was a D cup...running my hands over my tits I pull the shirt of...I unzip my skirt and let it drop to the floor, bending over to step out of it...I glance in my mirror and see my...
We've been married to my wife Ann for 52 years, although l've known her since we were 12 when a group of about 8 girls and a similar number of boys hung around together, the boys got a "stinky finger" from most of the girls, we all got one from Ann, when we reached the age of 15 the group began to drift apart as we started work and made other friends, l didn't see Ann again until we were 18, but that another story, we married when l was 20 and she had just turned 21, she was still enjoying a...
First BGG! It will come as no shock to my readers that I love fucking pussy. It's one of the few things that I enjoy more than masturbating. I know you guys can't empathize, but the feeling of a tight pussy sliding up and down on your cock is incredible. There's nothing like it. I only wish you could experience the joy I feel every day, just once.Better Than Pussy?But hold on one god damn minute. Believe it or not, there is something I love even more than fucking pussy: fucking two pussies at...
Premium Gangbang Porn SitesI was never a big hit with the girls in High School and I was a virgin by the time I graduated. Now with living at home and just working I didn't have a real chance to date. It was the 80's and I didn't have a computer yet and when I hit at the age of 18 I was able to go to the Adult bookstores and I was a k** in the candy store. Well I would gather up some masturbating supplies and race home to jerk off, some of the items I would get were the local swingers magazine. I figured that I wanted to...
I was a horny but shy guy in school and I never had the guts to ask girls out. After getting out of high school I finally had to shed my virginity. I was a regular at the local adult bookstore and I decided to get a swingers magazine. I still lived at home so I had to try to find someone to host After sending several letters out I got a reply back from Joe and Patty, they were in their mid 40’s. Patty was a tiny blond with a nice body. Joe was a taller guy 6’3” about 250 with a slight beer gut....
I was a horny but shy guy in school and I never had the guts to ask girls out. After getting out of high school I finally had to shed my virginity. I was a regular at the local adult bookstore and I decided to get a swingers magazine. I still lived at home so I had to try to find someone to host After sending several letters out I got a reply back from Joe and Patty, they were in their mid 40’s. Patty was a tiny blond with a nice body. Joe was a taller guy 6’3” about 250 with a slight beer gut....
I was never a big hit with the girls in High School and I was a virgin by the time I graduated. Now with living at home and just working I didn't have a real chance to date. It was the 80's and I didn't have a computer yet and when I hit at the age of 18 I was able to go to the Adult bookstores and I was a k** in the candy store. Well I would gather up some masturbating supplies and race home to jerk off, some of the items I would get were the local swingers magazine. I figured that I wanted to...
Night of Many firsts (Part Two)Don Abdul ©He leads her to a particular spot and then seals his lips over hers, it feels as though they are both going to explode with lust after their lips touch. He draws her even closer into the whirlwind of their passionate kiss. Then she feels his hands reach into the neckline of her top, suspecting that he wants to feel her unclad bosom. To her surprise though what she experiences next is not the feel of his hands on her tits, but the ripping sound of her...
I opened the door to the club and walked inside. From the outside, the older brick building looked sort of run down, but once inside I found myself in a club with large bar on one side, polished brass railings, mirrors, subdued lighting, tasteful seats at the bar, hardwood floors, tables, a few booths further away and at the very end of the club a large stage with karaoke being sung. This was no seedy dive bar, thank goodness.The lights, the music (karaoke music is always so loud as if...
CrossdressingThis was the summer of firsts. I was having so much fun knowing how much control I had over my neighbor. With a flick of my tongue I could send a wave of pure pleasure making his body convulse and cum involuntarily. The power and control was intoxicating. In the few weeks to follow we fooled around practically every day after school. He was slowly but surely becoming more and more comfortable with the idea that I was his slutty little cum dumpster. With some great joy and lots of practice, he...
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