Cents and NickelChapter 3
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Miranda read the instructions through yet again, although she already knewthem by heart. Today would be THE day: the day that she had waited so longfor. This would be the day that she would finally get rid of her horrible,embarrassingly huge bits that dangled between her thighs. Her emotions weredancing through her mind, a jumble of conflicts, of eager anticipation anddread, fear and desire, arousal and emptiness.
"The pubic hair should be removed at least 24 hours before starting,(by plucking, waxing, shaving or depilatory cream). It is essential thatany resulting irritation has fully subsided before applying the clip." Shehad used a mild depilatory cream after first clipping the hair close withscissors. She had been careful to keep the cream out of the sensitive centralparts and there had been no adverse reaction. She had heard of girls gettingan unquenchable burning and a swelling that took days to subside, but shedecided that they had just been careless.
The problem was that it was illegal for anybody to help her anywhere in Europeor America. She had visited a cosmetic surgeon who had refused to considerit for this reason. "If there had been something organically wrong, I couldhelp you, but this is healthy tissue, large indeed, but healthy, and so I couldbe imprisoned and lose my licence. No, I'm sorry, but it is just not possible."
She had visited various web-pages that considered this issue. Some were justmale fantasies, unrealistic and obsessive, sordid indulgence over the miseryand misfortune of others. Some were feminist propaganda against the horriblerituals that many African and Asian girls were subjected to at an early age.Some were to do with intersex conditions and the suffering of those who hadexperienced reassignment surgery before they could decide for themselves whatthey wanted. A pitiful few discussed in any sensible and sensitive way theelective alteration of consenting adults for their own needs. That is, untilshe found the "diyfc" website. Here she found the answer to her prayers, asimple plastic clip that allowed those with excess tissue to shorten it bythemselves in a bloodless and virtually pain-free way. She vividly rememberedher audible sigh of relief as she read the introduction, now, just three monthsago.
"This device should not be used by anybody less than two yearsafter puberty. For legal reasons, purchasers are requested to send a letterindicating that they are over 18 or the age of consent in their country,are more than two years from first menstruation and intend to use it forthemselves alone." The letter also had to indemnify the sellerfrom any consequences of the use of the device. The address that she hadto send this letter to was, for "legal reasons", in Indonesia, althoughthe web-page was clearly aimed at an English speaking audience. She hadsent her letter with a bankers' draft made out in Singapore dollars, almostexpecting that it was a confidence trick and that she would hear nothing.But the kit had arrived six weeks later: The clip was wrapped in a toughplastic sack, marked "Sterile - do not open until use". There was a bottleof antiseptic fluid, a pair of operating-room gloves, again in a sterilepack, a strange support belt arrangement for the clip, a sterile indeliblemarker pen, a scalpel with its blade in a sterile container, and a detailedlist of instructions, which she had read through several times a day eversince.
A teacher in a small rural junior school, she had waited until the startof the summer break before proceeding. School had finished two days ago forthe children, and yesterday had been spent on clearing up, meetings and administrativeactivities. Now she was free for the next six weeks, which should allow timefor full recovery. " The clip will be in place for between 9 and14 days. You should arrange your schedule so that the minimum of energeticactivities takes place during this time and for the following 5 days, untilthe scar tissue has reached full strength." She had filled herfreezer and had arranged for deliveries of essential perishable foods.
It had all started when she had changed schools just after puberty. At herearlier school, they had taken showers in individual cubicles after games,so nobody had ever seen her naked, and she had never seen anybody else in thatstate. But the new school had a single large open room, tiled all over, withrows of showerheads poking out of the walls on three sides. The first timeshe went in, the room was full of steam and there was little anyone could see,but as the steam cleared, and pupils moved out, the few remaining ones suddenlystarted to giggle and point. "You're in the wrong shower – you shouldbe with the other boys!" "Careful you don't trip over that lot!" "Her old womanmust'ah got raped by an elephant!" "No boy'ld ever find his way in throughthat lot!" Other girls were called back into the shower-room to come and look.
It was the names they called her outside the shower and in the presence ofboys that distressed her most: "Piss-flaps!" "Elephant ears!" "Droopy-drawers" "Baggy-panties!" "Triphazard!" "Cock and Balls!" "Hung like a bull!" "Chicken wattles!" "Coxcomb!" Eachtime, one of the boys would ask why they were calling her that and there wouldbe a giggling whispered conversation involving pointing and gesticulating.Boys would come up to her in break time and demand to see what she was hiding.Later when the other girls were dating, she found that every date that shewas invited to had just one objective: of discovering what she was hiding inher panties. She quickly became terrified of dating and so, here she was atthe age of 24, a virgin, afraid of dating, afraid to let any man even havea feel for fear of the ridicule. She had to get rid of it all – therewas no other way.
She at once hated and loved her fat and eager clit, hated its enormity butloved the way that it would rise up and respond, rigid and throbbing to herrubbing, rolling and fondling. When she had time, she would often bring herselfto four or five orgasms a day, and even when she was busy, hardly a day wentby without there being at least one. It would ease the tensions and pressuresof the day and let her sleep deeply and calmly at night. "Once theclip is applied," the instructions stated, "it is essentialthat there should be no attempts at sexual activity of any kind, (includingmasturbation), until the clip has fallen away and the scar tissue has reachedfull strength. At least six weeks should elapse before attempting any penetrativesexual activity." She had tried, over the last few weeks to goa few days without masturbating, but it was hard to get to sleep and her clitwas so demanding that the most she had done was three days. This would be thehardest part, and now, even as she thought about the long denial that she wouldsuffer, her clit popped up and started to make her feel the urgent need foranother orgasm.
She had a last bath before the clip went on, soaking long in really hot water. " Washthe parts very thoroughly before commencing, including hidden places suchas under the hood of the clitoris." She drew the hood back,soaping gently beneath it, and kept soaping as she slowly and lovinglygave herself one last orgasm. Would she be able to do it after? She wondered,with her clit gone, would it still be possible? The instructions were ambiguous: "Manywomen report satisfactory orgasms even after removal of the entire externallyprotruding part of the clitoris by this method, however, new techniquesmust be learnt for reaching orgasm, possibly using the G-spot. Others reportthat orgasms can occur during sexual intercourse, but that masturbationalone does not achieve that result. Some women prefer to leave as muchas possible of the clitoris shaft intact to reduce the likelihood of thisproblem." As far as she was concerned, once the six weeks wasover, she would be losing her virginity, so the clitoris was not an issue.She wanted to be clean and smooth like the other girls at school. Theyhad stood there with their thighs parted, their hips arched back and hadspread their outer lips with their fingers to show her what a normal girllooked like. Just tiny thin lips and a thread-like bud that all disappearedwhen they stood up. Six of them had stood there in the shower on that awfulday and showed her in turn what she should be like. None had a clit biggerthan a grain of rice; none had inner lips bigger than the petal of a daisy.Even now, she blushed with shame as she remembered the incident.
"As the clip closes and pinches the flesh, there will be an initialsharp nipping sensation, which quickly fades away. To reduce the initialdiscomfort, it is advisable to take an off-prescription domestic pain killerat least twenty minutes before starting." She took two tabletsand washed them down with a sip of water.
As instructed, she dried herself on a freshly laundered towel, and then saton another freshly laundered towel on the bed that she had prepared. "Ensurethat you have a comfortable position with the back fully supported by pillows.Spread the thighs wide by placing the soles of the feet together, and positiona mirror so that you can easily see the whole area." She did notlike to look at her place of shame. She felt humiliated by the fact of herabnormality, but now she examined herself dispassionately as she prepared forthe removal, the destruction, no, the normalisation of her parts.
"First fit the belt. The upper part should fit tightly around thewaist, the lower over the hips, pulling it down as far as possible. Endurethat the PVC straps that descend to support the clip are positioned correctly,one in front of each hip-bone, one at the centre-back and one just forwardof the junction of the hip-bones each side of the back." Therewas a diagram to help her do this. She had practiced it and adjusted itmany times. Now it was a matter of fastening the little buckles – everythingelse was then accurately in place. The transparent PVC straps felt coldand clammy against her skin.
"Put on the sterile gloves and paint the entire area with the yellowantiseptic solution. It is easy to see if anything has been missed becauseof the strong yellow colouring. Ensure that even hidden places (such asunder the clitoris hood), are painted with this solution." Thestopper of the bottle had a sort of absorbent pad on a short plastic stick.The solution felt cold and tingled a little. It stung briefly when shegot some into her urethra. She dutifully did the underside of the clitoralhood, but felt no arousal.
"Unless the whole of the labia and clitoris are to be removed,use the sterile marker pen to carefully mark the line where you want thecut to be made. Then draw a second line 3mm beyond this. As the clip is3 mm thick, this second line should be aligned with the visible surfaceof the clip." Miranda was removing as much of her shame aspossible, so she did not bother with the marker pen. It would come in usefulfor overhead transparencies at school.
"Take the clip from its sterile package and position it over theparts to be removed, drawing them through the slot. If necessary, placethe packing pieces provided between the clip and the body to maintain anaccurate alignment of the clip with the outer marker line. Fasten the PVCtapes through the holes in the clip, and adjust them so that the clip isheld firmly in place." She had seen a picture of the clip.Long and slightly oval, it had a Y-shaped slot in it through which herlabia and clitoris would protrude. Imagine a tall narrow fluted wineglass,its top perhaps an inch across, the broadest part maybe two inches andthen closing in to a single stem. The slot in the device was like a crosssection through this. There was a half-inch hole below the point of bifurcationthat she would have to pee through over the next few days. At each endwas a lateral cylinder that kept the parts aligned and contained the strongsprings that would close the slot when the wedges holding them open werefinally removed.
She pulled her flesh through the slot and pressed it tightly against herself.She fastened the belt-tapes and drew them tight. It took some time to adjustthem to her satisfaction so that there was no sense of pull on any part ofthe flesh, only pressure forcing it through the slot. She had to draw the fleshstraight to prevent creases. The manipulations had made her clit perk up again,demanding attention. It pressed against the sides of the slot and the pressureadded to the stimulus. She stroked it briefly causing it to throb. It seemednot to realise its imminent demise, or perhaps it was making one final requestbefore its execution.
"Once each wedge is removed, it cannot be replaced, so be sureto position the flesh accurately before removal. The two wedges at therear should be removed first, one at a time. Position the adjacent labiumaccurately according to your requirements, making sure that the labiumis pulled to the rear so that it is straight and that there will be nofolds of flesh within the clip; then draw the wedge out slowly with thetool provided." There were three wedges, one at the end ofeach of the slots. She drew the left fleshy lip towards the rear of theslot until it was under tension and she could feel that some of the outerlabium was under tension and being drawn in. This would not be a problemfor her; she wanted a smooth finish. Holding it with her left finger andthumb, she used her right to insert the little lever into the hole in thewedge and gently, slowly draw it out, letting the clip close over her lip.The pain was quite sharp, she gasped a little.
If you looked edge-on at the slot in the clip, the two sides were shapedlike the pieces of an interlocking jigsaw puzzle, one keying into the otherto ensure accurate alignment of the three parts. "The flesh is atonce compressed and stretched, cutting off the blood and nerve supply, yetwith minimal pain and without any bleeding. The clip is not so tight, however,as to sever the flesh, instead, the two sides are held in precise juxtapositionuntil they have grown together, when the clip will drop away. This normallytakes between nine and fourteen days."
She breathed deeply, panting as she knew women in childbirth did, until thepain subsided to a bearable level. She could feel that the Paracetamol hadhad a dulling effect. Then, when she felt ready for the next one, she did thesame to the other side. Now, only the wedge over the clitoris remained. Theclit had subsided slightly with the pain but was now telling her clearly: "Onelast time please!" She stroked it with her tightly gloved fingers, lettingit harden against the sides of the clip, drawing it upwards and outwards, knowingthat this way, more of it would be removed.
"If the clitoris is to be included, draw it out to the extent required,grasping the glans beneath the hood with finger and thumb, (it may be necessaryto use a little talcum powder to get a good grip), then, using anotherfinger, draw the hood skin upwards to the required level. Now release theremaining wedge. There will be a few moments of sharp discomfort beforethe parts become numb." She worked along the clip, pullingthe labia out as far as she felt that she needed, then she grasped theclitoral glans, and drew it out as far as she could, pressing the clipback against her pubic bone, with her second finger she drew the looseskin around the clit forward and out. Her other hand released the wedgeand the clip closed. An electric shock flashed through her, and she rubbedher still-eager clit as sensation was slowly and inexorably extinguishedforever. As sensation dimmed, she rubbed harder and harder, but, closeas she was to orgasm, it never occurred. A phantom clit demanded that thestimulus must go on, but nothing she could do now had any effect.
"Once you are satisfied that all sensation has been lost, the excessflesh may be removed with the scalpel. This may be done at any time withinthe next 24 hours. If it is done immediately, there will be some bloodand mess. This may be disturbing for some, but if you wait at least 4 hours,the blood will have clotted, and there will be no mess. Do not wait morethan 24 hours or the flesh may start to decompose which is a health risk."
She got up and stretched, being careful to keep her legs a little apart soas not to disturb the clip. There was some tugging as she moved, but she couldcontrol it. Sitting was a problem, she had to sit on the edge of the chair.Lying down was OK as long as she lay on her back with her thighs apart. Shewaited a full six hours before the next stage, as she wanted the blood to clotand be retained, her clit engorged forever. It felt strange to slide the scalpelup along the surface of the clip, severing her numb, dead and redundant parts.Now they were in the bowl of formalin, oozing slightly. She wanted to preservethem, to stop the process of decay.
She prepared the acrylic moulding kit earlier. A base layer of resin wasalready prepared and in the bottom of the long lozenge-shaped mould. She carefullyarranged the clit and labia in as natural looking way as possible, with thesevered edges inwards. It looked like a strange flesh-coloured butterfly. Thenshe poured in the liquid resin. She had to quickly prepare a little more resinto fully cover the protruding clit with its eager purple tip pointing out.The heat of the resin setting would help with the sterilisation process – sheknew that the formalin would not fully penetrate the flesh in that short time – besidesif it did, it would take out all the colour.
That afternoon: The sharp pain was gone, but there was a fierce and deepache, so she took more painkillers. It probably dulled the pain, but her wholebeing was focussed on it and she could not distract herself. The first peewas an anxious time, but there was no stinging, so no exposed wound, just messas the pee hit the sides of the hole in the clip and dribbled all over herthighs. She washed herself.
Evening: now she was feeling incredibly sexually aroused, but could do nothingabout it. She felt an intense internal pressure, and a phantom clit was urgentlydemanding impossible attention. She took a shot of whisky, and a little lateranother.
Night: she slept little, each time she started to drop off, she would changeposition and the tug of the clip would awaken her. She was anxious not to disturbit. "The first 48 hours are critical, it is important not to putany stress onto the clip during this time."
Day 2, Morning: Exhausted from disturbed sleep, she made a minimal breakfast,avoiding coffee. She needed a number two. On the toilet, she released the centrerear strap supporting the clip, (as instructed), and found it less messy thenpeeing. She cleaned herself and replaced the support strap. The lack of sleepmade her senses hyper-acute to every ache and tug on her clip. She felt herselfin torment, able neither to sit, stand nor lie, move nor stay still withoutprovoking some new discomfort. A detached part of her realised that her painswere really very small ones and that it was the sleeplessness amplifying it.
Day 2, Afternoon: She slept for a couple of hours after lunch, and felt muchbetter, even forgetting about the pain for a while.
Day 2, Evening: Watched a good DVD, one she had been saving for this occasion.No sex, but plenty of distracting action. Felt a lot better.
Day 2: Night: Really, really needed to masturbate to settle herself to sleep.It was a rare thing for her to sleep without an orgasm, and she felt an intenselonging for one, but composed herself eventually, engaging in a long and elaboratefantasy about having a team of circumcisers going into a girls boarding school,(all official, approved by the board of governors and with signed consent formsfrom all the parents), and clipping away anything that protruded beyond theouter lips.
Day 3, Morning: "Keep the clip and the flesh held by it as dryas possible, cleaning with a flannel squeezed almost dry. Do not showeror bath, but wash yourself carefully without using excess water." Shereally wanted a shower, but this was forbidden, so she washed all overwith a flannel and shower-gel. She dressed, and briefly ventured outside,walking rather stiffly and bow-legged around the house and back inside.She felt that people would think that she had wet herself. The discomfortwas far less; the biggest problem was an itching that had started. Sheknew that itching was a good sign, a sign of healing.
That day she removed the acrylic lozenge from its mould. It was larger thanshe had really expected, she could not wear it as a visible piece of jewellery,but she fastened it to a chain and put it round her neck to wear under herclothes. She touched the tip of the clit, remembering, part of her regrettingthe loss.
Day 4, Morning: The itching was quite pronounced, now, a real distraction.She looked at the instructions again. "There will be some itchingfrom the second or third day. This is a sign of healing. Be sure to leave theclip alone. Do not be tempted top try to relieve the itching by touching theclip or the flesh nearby in any way." No suggestions for relievingit, then – a terrible torment!"
Day 6, Night: The itching is a constant presence, continuous, unrelenting.Pressure by sitting square and firm on the clip helps a little, but it soonreturns. The temptation to pull, to put something underneath is almost irresistible.
Day 9, Morning: "Where the clitoris has not been included, thewound may have healed enough for the clip to release. If the clitoris hasbeen included, no attempt should be made to release the clip until at leastthe twelfth day. Soak in a warm bath and release the support straps tosee if the clip will come away. If there is any sharp pain or bleeding,wait at least two days before trying again . " Shecould feel that there was a part to the rear on the left where the cliphas already separated.
Day 12, Morning: She soaked herself in a warm bath, luxuriating in the relieffrom having to dry-wash with a flannel. She released the straps and gentlypulled the clip away from her labia. It was free everywhere except over herclit, which did not feel at all ready to release. She refastened the supportstraps and got out and dried herself. It felt better already.
Day 12, night: All day, every movement she made seemed focussed on the stumpof her clit. She was overwhelmed with the need for orgasm. She tried gentleand tiny movements of the clip, but that just gave her the wrong sensations,hot and cold, pressure and pricking without enough sexual stimulus – ajangle of confused sensations from severed nerves.
Day 15, Morning: Another long soak in the bath, and at last the clip cameaway. At last she could examine herself in a mirror. A thin raised crease ofred scar-line marked the place where her labia and clit had once been. "Keepthe scar-line dry for another two days, then commence frequent massage withemulsifying ointment. Massaging accelerates the healing process, reducing thetime taken for the scar tissue to fully settle down and ensuring that it isfully flexible."
Day 17, Evening: Lots of emulsifying ointment, and lots of rubbing. She hadhoped that she could bring herself to orgasm, despite the injunction againstdoing so, before the scar had reached full strength, but as soon as she startedto clench in the build-up towards orgasm, she felt that the scar was burstingwith the pressure within her clit-stump, and so she stopped and it didn't happen.
Day 18: Five or six sessions with the emulsifying ointment, but always avoidinggetting aroused enough to start clenching. The frustration was intense. Thenerve-sensation over the clitoris stump was intense and overpowering, a mixtureof pain and pleasure, hot and cold, pressure and tension, a jangle of confusion,disturbing and off-putting, not something that could bring on orgasm.
Day 28, Morning: She had heard of women getting orgasm dreams, but this wasthe first time it had nearly happened to her. A strange and intense dream inwhich her clitoris was intact and a young and gorgeous man was sucking it andplaying with it until she started involuntarily clenching, then the burstingpressure sensation woke her and she fought back her orgasm, afraid of hurtingherself. Each time she rubs in the ointment, the strange sensations get easier.Now she can bear to put full pressure on the stump of her clit, rubbing firmlyas the mind gradually sorts out the strange nerve sensations. She has neverput a finger inside, never did before, because she never needed to, perhapsalso afraid of losing her precious virginity, and now afraid of the injunctionagainst penetrative sex, but she felt a need to find her G-spot. She had readabout it, knew where to seek for it – but not yet.
She was going walks each day now, her movements no longer awkward; soon shewould start running again, getting herself fit for the return to school.
Day 42: The six weeks are up. Now she is allowed to feel inside, try to findher G-spot. Massage has reduced the once livid scar to a pale pink line, nolonger angry, except for a raised area over her clit stump. She gently probedinside, feeling for somewhere that produces a stronger sensation. This willbe where a man would stimulate her in intercourse, she supposed. It was timefor an orgasm, but she still found the feeling of tearing from internal pressuremade her afraid of injuring herself, of bursting her wound. She rubbed again,so near but so far. She sighed with the frustration. She looked in the mirror,seeing the smooth sex free of excrescences, delighting in the smooth streamlinedlook, glad that she had done it, able to suffer the torment of frustrationfor this result.
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It wasn't something Jared would readily admit but he was in love. No, his love for his wife wasn't the secret; he loved Stacy deeply and would shout his devotion from the rooftops if given half a chance. His secret love was reserved for something else.He loved his new TV. They'd had it for months now and he still thought it was just awesome.The sixty-inch flat-panel almost didn't fit properly in their cozy little house. He was virtually infatuated with it. So infatuated, in fact, that he had...
HardcoreHai all, I am ram , a big fan of iss. Studied in guys school, college and was hungry from women and waiting for my first fuck All my life until then my life went on watching heroine photos, porn, trying for cam shows until yahoo messenger shut down, then trying for women in Facebook and flopping big time. I am fair enough guy, fit with no tummy, good in profession and always hungry about sex Then my life went on managed to get a girlfriend at college, bad looking, dark fat, but still managed...
Doing it properly. Part One; Friday. Caught. I don't know who was more shocked. Me, at finding my Mum coming in the through the back door of our home. Or her. At finding me, her sixteen year old son, sitting in the kitchen, doing his homework and wearing a school girls uniform. For the longest time, we simply stood there looking at each other. And then she spoke. "Okay Gavin, We obviously need to speak about this, but I'm in a bit of a rush, so just stay as you are. I'll be as...
This is another story I had in my head which I felt needed to get out. Nothing better than writing it to expel and idea and make room for more. I post it on my favorite story site, Fictionmania, and do not give any permission for anyone to post it elsewhere. If you like it, or hate it even, let me know what you think with a review. Enjoy! My New Life By Byron It was 10am and I was driving home from work. Ha, not...
Eventually, I did get to talk to the secretaries. But before going over to their offices with Jim, I spent about half an hour with Alice Singleton. Our conversation, if that was the mot juste, had been quite straightforward, but left me puzzled. "Al," too, had hated Gillespie. But she was direct and articulate as to the reasons for her antipathy and its long-standing nature. She had, as she put it, been revolted by "that man" for upwards of two decades. It turned out that it had been Al...
Pool Party With Stepdad and His Friend: Part 3 of 4Synopsis: Kimberly seduces her stepdad and his friend at a family pool party. Part 3Mark had come back outside after everyone was settled down for the movie. He had hoped to continue where he and Kimberly left off when he heard the noises. He knew what they were doing. It was hard to see in the dark, but he heard the splashing and the moaning and the grunting. It filled him with equal parts jealousy and lust. He was able to walk right up on...
It’s called “A Hour” and unless you were involved with college athletics, you wouldn’t know anything about it. It’s tough keeping the jocks on the playing field, because a lot of them don’t study. Enter two football players…a coach…a cheerleader (yes, cheering is a sport!)…and one missing football player! “Someone tell Slim his ass is grass, and I’m the lawnmower!” the Coach bellows on his way to his office. Now,...
xmoviesforyouWhen fox decided the next day to demonstrate his lecture using his tounge. I didn’t know how intense the pleasure was going to feel……until he started When fox decided the next day to demonstrate his lecture using his tounge. I didn’t know how intense the pleasure was going to feel……until he started. He started tracing the incisions on my body with his toung and would be kissing me. I told him to give the best of his loving. When he started to go between my Legs he asked me...
StraightAs I came to the window I peered in to see the window slightly fogged from steam of the shower. This was bothersome, however, I could make out a figure behind the nearly invisible shower curtain, hopefully it was the girl I wanted and not her mother which I had on accident seen on a few occasions, bad memories. I saw the figure bend down and listened for the spraying to cease, and sure enough it did. I stood there peering through the fogged window, biting my lip softly but soon smiled...
The day had finally arrived, he had planned everything, Anthony was finally going to do what he always wanted. One last look at his backpack, everything was there. He zips it and throws it on one shoulder, grabs the post-it he had already written on his way out for his roommates and landlord, which he sticks on the door of his room after leaving. It reads : " Going on vacation, I won't be here for a week. You can contact me at : -email- " .
BDSMThe sun had set as usual that day after Cal and Silvia reminisced about old times, new times, and future times. Both were exhausted and looking forward to a good night’s rest. Cal was first to bring an end to the day, slipping between the sheets shortly after the sun had sunk beneath the mountain range in the distance. She remained awake just long enough to make a call on her cell phone, whispering to the party on the other end before falling fast asleep. “Did you have any plans for today?” she...
Straight SexShe was leaning against the counter when he approached her. She knew he would come. The place was empty. All the other employees had gone home and she wasn't due to leave for another hour. He walked up behind her and put his hands on her hips. She stiffened at his touch hoping to discourage him but knew it wouldn't. This had become a pretty routine activity between the 2 of them. 2 months ago he caught her in a vulnerable moment and seduced her. She had only been with her husband in her entire...
Group SexAs a relatively non-erotic entry, I figured I would give a bit of an update. Now, a bit of a backstory about me for those who haven't been following along as I have shared my adventures. To the outside viewer, I live a relatively 'normal' life, in a very nice upscale village north of San Diego. I guess if you dug very deep you would realize that it is actually quite unconventional. After suffering through the unexpected loss of my first wife, I had been urged by my daughter to start...
A long yawn escapes your lips. You rub your eyes before leaning back in your chair. You take a sip of the half forgotten cup of coffee on your desk beside your laptop. You crack your knuckles...its time to get back to it. Your parents always taught you to work hard. Something that you have taken to heart. Your no stranger to job sites, you've been working part time for things since you were 14... ...And have gradually been doing more and more in the world of work ever since. Your peers can...
After having seen my teen daughter getting fucked by two guys I spent the next few days hiding in my office to try and avoid having any awkward conversation with her.Then one afternoon I ventured out and as I strolled along the lane I was met by Henry Sucking wearing a suit."Peter thank god I found you, I need your help" he said"What is it?" I asked"Well my sister is getting married""Congratulations" I replied"In an hour" "Okay shouldn't you be at the church?" I asked"Yes I should and that's...
(Luke’s Story) mc, mf, impreg, voy. After a round of hot unprotected sex with his boss Luke was having trouble concentrating on his job. The repetitive task of re-hanging clothes knocked off their racks by careless customers simply failed to offer a challenge to the post sex high reverberating through his head. Glancing up from his work Luke found he wasn’t the only one with attention issues. A few racks down his co-workers Penny and Ashley were franticly gossiping in semi-hushed tones. The...
Ok, so we drive out somewhere quite and park. We start to kiss and I start to feel your tits, I can feel your nipples getting hard through you clothes as our tongues start to explore each others mouths, I undo your top and you help me to undo your bra. At last I feel your naked tits in my hand amd sqeeze and caress them bending down to suck your nipples. I drop my hand to your knees and start to slowly put my hand up your skirt caressing your thighs.My hand reaches the tops of your thighs and...
One day I went to a topless club. While I was there a few strippers caught my attention but there was this one woman that I laid eyes on. To describe her long blond hair five feet tall big boobs I watched go to the back. As I watched her go to the dj's booth I made my way and asked for how much was a vip was. She asked if I wanted a vip and I said yes to it so she introduce each other Her name was Chyenne she was in her late 30's I had no idea she was turn on bald headed men. After two vip I...
It was the summer of 1869. It was the summer of my life ending in India… Oh how I shall miss my beloved Princess Jasmine, the silky smooth texture of her fair skin, and the lips that pulsate with fiery bliss whenever they so, so gently press against my cheek. Oh how I can still feel the heat of her breath upon my skin, the gentle breeze coming from the smiling lips and her nose… Then in an instant to the here and now I suddenly returned, calling out orders to the handful of my men who...
Quarantine Cove (c) 2007-2010 by Trismegistus Shandy This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution- Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License. Feel free to repost or mirror it on any noncommercial site or mailing list. You can also create derivative works, including adaptations to other media, or new stories using the same setting, characters and so forth, as long as you mention and point to the original story and release your own adaptations or new...
Memo: status- private. To: Dr. D. Roberts Fr: Dr. J. Williams Re: Anna Lauter case AL0005 Dt: March, 1981 Dave, I thought the following would be of interest. This is the summary of debriefing from the field agents combined with the thiopental sessions from the subject and coven. Our tech writers insist a narrative form is better for the synopsis. In general we all agree, but I know it isn't the normal form seen in the literature. Detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of the...
You live on the walls of your heavily guarded village. Out of one side of your apartment you can see the post apocalyptic hellscape, typical of what the world has become, and out of the other you can see the small chunk of paradise you have managed to build. You are the people's leader, and you have provided a life of prosperity in a bleak world. They trust you to decide what is best for them, no matter what the choice. Your paradise has come at a cost. Not to you or the families in the...
FantasyDee At least I have my cell phone back. It was in the envelope that the gum chewing bitch gave me. 'Wonder how she got it.' I turned it on but the battery was dead. I found someone who had a charger and I hooked my phone up to it. An hour later I had enough power to make some calls. I called David first to find out why he did this to me. The call went into his voice mail. I was wondering who to call next, when Jane stopped me. "Honey, it is almost midnight and everyone is sleeping. Why...
It was just another average day, nothing special, nothing exciting, just the same old routine stuff one does day after day. I decided to take a break from a really long shift. It was 3 am and the sprawling lawns outside my workplace were luscious and the mist just seemed to add to the magic. I lit up a cigarette and looked at the moon, random thoughts running through my head. That was when i thought of her. The love we had shared, the lust we so passionately displayed, the playful things we...
Erotic FictionI, Jeff, am a single guy with a six-figure income job at an aggressive company. I have worked there for five years and love my job. I seldom date because most of the available women are just not my type. And I find them bossy, whiny and overly interested in themselves. The only exception is Patricia, unfortunately married to my best friend Richard. They have been married six years now, and it seems a marriage made in heaven. She is my ideal woman in looks, demeanor, personality and how she...
Andrea’s kids were picked up by their dad and taken off for a two week holiday with him and his parents.While they were going to Spain, we were heading to Cornwall for a week with Andrea’s family. Our first stop was at her parents’ house and her mother, Rachel came out to greet us.“The Jeep’s loaded and we’re ready to go,” she said and then surprised me by adding, “Men in the Jeep, girls in your car.”“Oh, right,” I said, handing my car keys to Andrea.I had just enough time to give her a quick...
IncestI work the evening shift, so I do not see much that goes on in our neighborhood. Last Wednesday, when I got home from work, Sally, my wife, said, ‘We have to go see how the neighbors have decorated for Christmas.’ I changed my clothes and we started walking the neighborhood. Some had lights on timers, and they had shut down for the night, but on the next block, our friends Jenny and Tom still had their lights on, and they were standing on their front porch. Sally and I looked at the...
You are Tx 3000. An altered human with enhanced intelligence and liquid metal housing. Whilst retaining the human emotion of lust and sensation of pleasure, you are ruled by machine logic. Designed only to complete your mission. Sent back from the year 2020, where machines rule the world. Your objectives: To destroy or alter resistance members in their youth. Speed up the control of the machines by applying nanotechonology to valuable humans, transforming them into cyborgs To mate with...
My Mom passed away when I was young and my Father and I lived alone. He used to lounge around the house in his white boxer shorts and t-shirt, his "skivvies" as he called them. His boxers had no closures and when he walked around the house I would catch glimpses of his cock and tufts of hair through the opening. When he laid on the couch and watched TV, sometimes the opening would gape and I could see more of his thick cock, other times his boxers would ride up and I could see half his dick...
I continued my job at the works and maintenance yard during the summer and on weekends throughout the school year. I dated a few girls, but never made a connection with any of them. I don't know how to describe it, but certain girls just click with me. They either have it or they don't. Most, it seems, don't have that special something. It wasn't about beauty, either. Heck, Sym wasn't the prettiest girl on campus. A lot of guys would tell you she was a "Plain Jane." But to me, she had...
My wife and I got together in 1993 and married in 1995. Before we got together she had sucked and wanked half a dozen or so men but had not fucked any of them. The closest was with a Muslim lad she was seeing, much against her family’s wishes as they are Hindu. On one of their play nights his cock briefly entered her pussy but was out again before either of them did anything more about it. So apart from mutual wanking she was fairly inexperienced when we met. You will have guessed that she is...
Man-Maid Part 8 July 2003 The following story is meant for a mature audience. If you are under the allowable age wherever you live then you are not allowed to read this. If you are looking for a 'hot' story with lots of sex, don't bother to read any further. This story was designed to express a favorite fantasy of mine about how a self centered man is taught to appreciate the softer side of his personality. Unwillingly forced into cross dressing by his wife he... Hi folks, sorry...
When Ken slid his hand down the front of Alicia’s jeans, she reared, trusting her hips upward and spreading her legs to meet his invading fingertips. He eased her back to coach with the admonition, “Easy, easy, Alicia...” He laughed softly at her protesting moan. “I want this as much as you do, but...” He glanced at the hallway down which all the bedrooms lay. “Fuck,” Alicia hissed, flexing upwards to follow his gaze. She lay stretched out on the couch, propped atop assorted thin pillows. She...
*** Starr laid back and enjoyed the ride Sherrall pulled up to the Baldwin Hills mall and.Saw Starr sound asleep in the passenger side "hello sleepy are you in there the reason you so tired is because you stand up on the coner what do you be doing on the coner?"Sherrall asked waking Starr up. "I just be chillin come on let's get it"Starr didn't want to tell Sherrall. The truth that she sold drugs Sherrall and Starr walked in Rainbow where Sherrall. "How do I look?"Sherrall asked spinng infornt...
LesbianSneha and Riya, cousins sisters both elder to me by one and two years, were cute and at the same time hot with their curves. I had a threesome experience in the past . Like I mentioned, I love watching them with their sexy dressing which reveals the navel and milky thighs. It was a joy to have both of them at the same time. That day when we had the threesome, we had jerked off each other for fun. That day I fingered both at once. Both of them jerked me off and then they both fingered each other...
LesbianSPRING (May 2006) "What the hell are YOU looking at?" My eyebrows furrowed and I felt a massive headache coming on. I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, the seconds ticking by as the air whistled out between my lips. Sensing that her joking greeting had not gone over as planned, Amber fidgeted and bit her lower lip. But even when I was done exhaling, I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. I WAS, however, looking the hell at her. Three years had been very kind to Amber....
Tumhara gajraj aaj phir apni real story lekar hajir hai, jaisa maine kahaa tha ki maine ab tak jin 8 ladkiyon aur housewives ko choda hai unki saari kahaaniyan tumharay saath share karunga to komal jo ki mere makaan mein rent par rahti thi aur school teacher ki wife thi, ki chudai ki story lekar aapka gajraj, age 24 years, 5’9” height, strong muscular body, 7” lambay lund ka maalik jo abhi tak sirf mera hai yaani ki unmarried hun, haajir hai yeh story aaj se do saal pahle ki hai. Mere ghar mein...
Hey friends, kya haal hai aap logo ka? Ye mera ISS me tisra story hai and I hope pehle balo story ke tarah ye vi acche lage by the way abb story me jate hai jyada bakbak karoonga to aplog bore ho jaoge me thik bola na? Mujhe mail karna mat vuliyega mai jab 12th me tha tab mai hostel me rehta tha. Hamare ek maths ma’am tha unki naam Madhbi thi wo bahut hi sundar thi aur sexy vi thi malik ke beti aur biwi ko Chodte chodte me bahut bara chodora ban gaya tha aur tab mai un dono ki chut ki maja...
-- THURSDAY, DECEMBER 27, 2007 -- Moist. It’s still a strange, funny-sounding word. Warm, inviting, and wet. Not soaked or anything, but ... moist. Tight. Intimately close. Enveloping. Comfortably snug. Like a warm hug. Hehe ... that rhymes. Weight. Pressure. Force. Gravity. And then lightness. But still tight. And then the weight returned. More pressure. More force. Moist and tight. And then lightness once more. Rhythmic. Weight. Light. Weight. Light. Moans. Grunts. Whimpers. Weight....
Hi to all and I am Raj with age 20 from Chennai and I’m a regular reader of ISS and now I’m going to share a real life incident that how I fuck my friend mom Sumathi. She is beautiful lady of age 40 with round big lemon and ass and every man who see her want to fuck her widely and she used to care about her body by wearing costly bar to keep her boobs and well good and I came to by seeing her bar and his stiffness even at the age of 40. But friend to my suggestion if you want have a good...