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2 years ago

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Perchance to Dream Pt 2

By: Mojavejoe420 ©2016 Edited and Inspired by Mel(melanieatplay) (Dearest reader, please read the first chapter. This won’t make much sense all by itself!) “Caught Up In A Dream” Melanie found some of my daughter Alice’s looser fitting clothes and struggled into them. The Uber driver was two minutes away. Maybe, I thought. Just maybe, we can get Melanie out of here without a major scene with my hungover wife. I creaked open Alice’s door and peered out into the hall. My bedroom...

4 years ago

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Perchance To Dream

By MojaveJoe420 © 2016 Edited and Inspired by Mel (melanieatplay) (Author's Note: Howdy all! This one has more story than sex, so it isn't a quick wank job for ya. But work through it if you can, there's a pretty good payoff towards the end. This is part 1 of 3. Thank you for checking out my tale.) Today was shaping up to be like most any other Thursday; pretty boring. My daughter Alice turned 21 today and, despite promising me that she and I would go get her first legal...

2 years ago

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Perchance to Dom Ch 05

"When did you learn about him?" "Your father never lied to me." "Where is he?" It was supper time. "Father called him away." "You were going to tell me." Mother smiled. "I'm glad I didn't have to." "How-?" It was the hardest question. "You know about stem cells. They can become sperm cells." "That's not legal." "Not yet. The country where you were conceived was more like an enclave of mad scientists." "You're getting too comic book on...

1 year ago

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Perchance to Dom Ch 4

I never saw Tamara again. She didn't respond to my one text congratulating her. After thinking about it, that probably wasn't what she wanted from me. Mother pouted. Dad had actually laughed in public. It was like she'd never known the man, and she blamed me. In a bizarre form of punishment, she started wearing lipstick. It was blatant. She applied a deep red pigment to her cumulus lips, weekdays while Father was at work. One day, her father caught her wearing it. I was given twenty...

2 years ago

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PerchanceTo Dream

Two strangers, two lives, intertwined by the strangest of circumstances, chance perhaps, destiny certain. This is their tale… I’d lived in New York City all my life, the hustle, the bustle as much a part of me as the blood that ran through my veins. Mostly, I had let the city pass me by, content to observe rather than to partake, at least until now. I know not why I found myself in Central Park that day, only that the desire to do something, anything to keep my life from continuing down the...

2 years ago

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Perchance to Dream

Jenny was practically vibrating she was so excited. She’d been dating Eric for a little over a year. He was the one … She was sure of it. On the anniversary of their first date, he showed up at her office dressed in the exact clothes he had been wearing that night. They went to the same restaurant, ordered the same meal. Back at his place, he’d rented the movie they had gone to see. Everything was perfect. It was more than perfect, because this time they made love on the soft shag rug in...

4 years ago

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Perchance To Dream Part 4

(Three weeks later, and we find Jim has moved out to a hotel. He and Mel have been seeing each other for three Friday nights, and she stays over but goes back to Alice on Saturday. We catch them as she's leaving on a Saturday morning.) “Jim, I’ll see you in a few days. Okay? Honey?”“Yeah,” I responded to Mel. “Of course, babe. I was just… just missing you already!” I forced a smile and a small laugh.I watched Mel as she walked away from me towards the hotel elevator. She gave me a smile and a...

2 years ago

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Perchance To Dream Pt 3

After a beautiful afternoon of lovemaking and some sodomy, Melanie has just revealed to our hero, me, that debonair and dapper gentlemen only twenty-some-odd years older than her, that she is sleeping with my daughter. And she told me this as I was cooking her dinner!I took the tongs and carefully placed the chicken breasts back into the bubbling sauce. As I ladled the sauce over the chicken, Melanie seemed to think I went deaf.“Did you hear me?” she asked.“Yeah, I did. That’s awesome. She’s a...

4 years ago

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Perchance To Dream Pt 2

Melanie found some of my daughter Alice’s looser fitting clothes and struggled into them. The Uber driver was two minutes away. Maybe, I thought. Just maybe, we can get Melanie out of here without a major scene with my hungover wife.Dressed in my skivvies, I creaked open Alice’s door and peered out into the hall. My bedroom door was shut, where my wife was still, hopefully, sleeping. I waved Melanie out and we raced downstairs to the laundry room. She picked up her clothes from last night and...

2 years ago

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Perchance To Dream Pt 1

Today was shaping up to be like most any other Thursday; pretty boring. My daughter Alice turned twenty one today and, despite promising me that she and I would go get her first legal cocktail together, she went out after work with her new friends from the law firm.  She just started interning a month ago, but seemed to have already made many friends. I'm proud of her for that, but still, I wanted to buy her first drink!Since it was about 4:30 in the afternoon, I figured my wife Suzie had...

3 years ago

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Perchance to Dream

Perchance to Dream "Goodnight!" you type to me, finishing up another fun chat session. Anotherexhausting day behind you, you stretch in your computer chair and push backfrom the desk. It's almost 1am and you have to study again for most of theday tomorrow to get ready for your finals. You run your hands through your hair a few times to get it out of your eyes,and head over to your bed and begin taking your clothes off. A slight draftfrom one of the large windows in your room makes your nipples...

3 years ago

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SecondChances Chapter 23 La Vie en Rose

It was already dusk when I got into my car. The radio was still on. Chumbawamba's "Tubthumping" was playing. "How appropriate" I thought to myself. The Radio gods must be telling me something. I pulled out of the driving singing, "I get knocked down, but I get up again. You are never gonna keep me down..." As I drove, I rehearsed what I'm going to say to Chase. I'm going to tell him the truth. Well - a variation of the truth. I won't mention time travel or future events. I certainly...

2 years ago

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Perchance To Dream

Today was shaping up to be like most any other Thursday; pretty boring. My daughter Alice turned 21 today and, despite promising me that she and I would go get her first legal cocktail together, she was going out after work with her new friends from the law firm where she just started interning a month ago. Since it was about 4:30 in the afternoon, I figured my wife Suzie had cracked open that new box of chardonnay by now. Yeah, I know. Wine in a box. At least it’s cheap that way, like a volume...

4 years ago

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Perchance to Dream 2

Melanie found some of my daughter Alice’s looser fitting clothes and struggled into them. The Uber driver was two minutes away. Maybe, I thought. Just maybe, we can get Melanie out of here without a major scene with my hungover wife. I creaked open Alice’s door and peered out into the hall. My bedroom door was shut, where my wife was still, hopefully, sleeping. I waved Melanie out and we raced downstairs to the laundry room. She picked up her purse, shoes, and clothes from last night and we...

4 years ago

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Perchance to Dream

"You want us to watch Shannon until the fireworks are over, and then to bring her home?" Ryan Cameron didn't really have a question about what Rev. Powell wanted; he just needed a minute to consider the consequences. It was Saturday, July 4, and the fireworks were scheduled for later that night. "Oh could I, Mr. Cameron?" Shannon Powell begged. "I would appreciate it," Rev. Powell said. "I don't have to read my sermon from the pulpit, but I do have to write it down. And today I've...

3 years ago

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Perchance to Dream

She was driving home from the Doctor’s appointment; steering with her right hand while her left rested on her stomach. She was thinking of the future and her husband as she approached the intersection. The light was green her way and had been for a bit as the stopped traffic had cleared out. She was half way through the intersection when the street racer, who was trying to out run the police, hit her broadside. He awoke from the dream, covered in sweat and shaking. Scrubbing his hands over...

3 years ago

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Perchance to DomChapter 3

I called off my date with Gina. I told her in person. "Too bad. I was considering buying black fishnets for the occasion." "On you, they might have turned into a fetish for me." "Instead, you turned into a shit." Her shaking head underscored disapproval. "Look. You're only interested in playing, pretending more than participating. I won't get what I need trying it with you. "I would have made it worth your time and, ahem, effort." Her swallow following her words spoke truer....

2 years ago

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Perchance to DomChapter 4

I never saw Tamara again. She didn't respond to my one text congratulating her. After thinking about it, that probably wasn't what she wanted from me. Mother pouted. Dad had actually laughed in public. It was like she'd never known the man, and she blamed me. In a bizarre form of punishment, she started wearing lipstick. It was blatant. She applied a deep red pigment to her cumulus lips, weekdays while Father was at work. One day, her father caught her wearing it. I was given twenty...

2 years ago

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Perchance to DreamChapter 3

The first half of this summer’s interns arrived in late May. We met them Monday morning, shaking hands as we moved through the much larger than normal group. The first half of the interns was more than we had in total last summer. Of course, we also had a lot more work to do. I noticed a timid-looking young Hispanic woman near the back of the group as we approached. When I neared her, she genuflected to one knee. “Holy Shaman Parker,” she said reverently in Mayan, her voice quivering with...

4 years ago

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Perchance to DreamChapter 4

Sally was released from “sleep-jail” in time to join us for breakfast. The room was full of knowing smirks when she immediately claimed my lap, and she almost behaved herself with only one quick grope she claimed was an accident. She made no excuses for the kiss she gave me right before we left for work. She worked like a girl possessed all morning, again claiming my lap at lunch. That’s where her parents found her when they came by to get her. Sally looked very pleased with herself when they...

4 years ago

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The Number

It would be Chinese food tonight. My return flight from Philadelphia to Atlanta always left from either the B or C terminal and each had only one restaurant, this one and one with a rock music theme where I always had a burger. By the time I got this far I was always so tired from the lines at airport security and the hassle of traffic and dropping off my rental car that I didn't much care what I ate. The restaurant was packed but there was one open stool on the far side of the bar, the one...

3 years ago

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The wrong number

This is a true story from our distant past. I hope you enjoy it!---------------------------Have you ever spoken to someone on the phone thinking they were someone else? I have. One day at work I thought I was calling my wife, but apparently I had dialed the wrong number. The woman who answered sounded just like my wife. We chatted for about 10 or 15 minutes before one of us finally asked a simple question that we both should have known the answer too but the the other one could not answer it....

4 years ago

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The Wrong Number

I picked up my cell phone and answered it without looking at the display. A sobbing, female voice said, “Daddy?” Being that I had no children, I responded, “I’m not your Dad. I think you have the wrong number.” “Sorry,” she sobbed. “Pardon me, I’ll try again.” A few moments later, my phone rang again. A considerably calmer voice replied to my ‘Hello?’ with, “Oh, no. Did I misdial again?” I said, “That’s OK. You misdialed twice now and got me both times. It bothers me to hear a girl cry. You’re...

4 years ago

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Chances AreChapter 6

“Enough!” I loudly decided, more than an hour later, when I could start to see the sun setting in the horizon, outside the glass penthouse walls and the angry voices had at least for now subsided enough that I could begin to hear myself think again. Mostly, I was thinking about getting some food! I was starving, having had nothing but those cookie snacks a few hours ago to eat in several days. “Alright ... enough already!” I repeated, standing up from my chair to project my voice ... and a...

1 year ago

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Chances AreChapter 4

At least when I awoke this time my brain wasn’t still on fire, complaining at me! Unfortunately, I was bound by my hands and feet to a hospital bed by sturdy leather straps. I was apparently being held as a prisoner somewhere ... but for once, this time after being captured by the authorities, I rather liked my odds of not ending up in prison. I didn’t care where they were holding me; the chances were going to be very good that I’d find a way out of here! On the plus side, with a slight turn...

2 years ago

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Chances AreChapter 7

This time, nearly everyone was surprised ... really astonished in fact, that I’d walked back in through the front door under my own pegs. The word had gotten out that I was expendable and had been taken off for a ride already. I just grinned shook my head at Otto that I didn’t want another beer and then I pointed my left index finger upwards to show that I was heading back up to see the Boss, again. Knuckles saw me heading that way, further down towards the back end of the bar, and the big...

2 years ago

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wrong number

I'd been using a telephone dating service for a few months now. I've talked to many women on the line. Never really exchanged numbers with any of them. Most of these women are being cautious sometimes too cautious. Not really ready to open up to anyone. Maybe if they listen to my posted greeting they might just open up a little bit. Two days ago a lady named Marisol sent me a message along with her phone number. I called the number. "may I speak to Marisol?" I asked. "I'm sorry but you have the...

1 year ago

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The Magic Number

Everyone has had the experience standing line at the convenience store, usually holding 7 items because there wasn't a lousy basket to put them in, waiting for some jerk to decide on his magic numbers in the lottery. These idiots are convinced they will hit that one number and their lives will suddenly change and they will start over with everything they ever wanted. You see the same ones every week because the magic number still eludes them. Today Harry hit his magic number...

2 years ago

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The Wrong Number

I was separated and in the process of divorce so I had plenty of freedom to explore my need to suck cock. I hadn't seen Jack in almosts two years when I sent him a text message expressing my insatiable need to clean out his pipes again. Jack wasn't black and only had an average cock but at least I knew he was clean. After a while without a reply, I wondered if Jack had text message service on his phone. I was horny to feel him ejaculate in my mouth and get a good taste of his seed before...

4 years ago

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Fate and the Wrong Number

This story is based on true events, names of course changed. I answered my cell phone and heard a sweet voice say: “ Sally?” There was no one named Sally in my life, but I decided to mess with her and her sexy voice. In my most breathless sexy voice I could muster, I half whispered: “Sally, oh my god is this Sara?” She said, “No, this is Connie, why has something happened to Sally?” I said, “Connie, I had to dump Sally, she just couldn’t fulfill my needs. There was a pause, then she...

2 years ago

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Ekta wrong number

Raat 11.30 baje. Sobai barite ghumiye poreche. Kintu chitra’r kichute’e jeno aaj ghum aschilo na. Ektu age Amit k ekbar try korechilo, but or cell ta off pelo. Kichu’e bhalo lagchilo na chitra’r. Amit chitra’r boy friend. Kintu chitra feel korchilo Amit keno jani na but last few days dhore ok patta dichhilo na. Dekha kora to dure thak, thik moto phone’e o katha bolchilo na. Ei sob bhabte bhabte ektu ektu chitra’r ektu ektu chok ta lege elo. Hotat kore cell ta beje uthlo, o bhablo hoito amit...

2 years ago

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One Is the Loneliest Number

Special thanks to my proof readers. The streets are alight with strings of Christmas lights accenting the colors of the season. It appears the few people moving about are so preoccupied with their thoughts, they don't even notice the wonders that lay before them. For me, it reminds me of the times in the past when my wife looked forward to her gifts under the tree and in the weeks prior to Christmas, badgered me constantly, hoping to get me so annoyed I would give in and tell her what they...

3 years ago

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THE WRONG NUMBER

Introduction: HE DIDNT REACH WHO HE WAS TRYING TO CALL, BUT HE MET ROXY, WHICH WAS EVEN BETTER! Could I possibly be more irritated? I thought to myself as I thumbed through a stack of porno magazines. I had to get out of this foul mood, and I hoped an erotic story or two would help. I was ready to give up when my cell phone rang. I answered and was caught off guard by the deep young voice on the other end. Is Annie there he asked. Im sorry, but Im afraid you have the wrong number. I said in...

4 years ago

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Wrong Number

The light was flashing on the answering machine. Hoping it was my sister, I eagerly punched the button as I slid out of my coat. The deep, masculine voice startled me. "Hey, Mick, its Nate. I got those tickets to the game. Had to do some sweet-talking, but they are so worth it, buddy! Second row, courtside ... we're in, man! Call me when you get back from London Thursday night. Damn, will that phone never stop? I have to go—this new secretary isn't cutting it..." I had no idea who this...

2 years ago

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Senior Year Part IIChapter 14 Pride Fear Guilt Pick a Number

Monday December 26 While I enjoyed spending the night in Palm Springs, the drive back to Malibu in the morning was a nightmare. I think karma was trying to balance out the great day we had yesterday. When I arrived home, Manaia and Lexi were waiting for me. “Hana quit,” Lexi announced when I walked in the door. “What? Why?” I asked. “She took Jiro home for Christmas to meet her family. I guess Jiro and her dad had words. Long story short, they broke up, and Hana decided she would stay...

3 years ago

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Chances AreChapter 13

The senior Westside mob bosses just finished playing their hands and everyone continued to ignore me until the pot had been gathered up. They were playing poker for fairly small stakes, just a friendly game with quarters for chips it looked like, but I couldn’t tell you for sure what the rules were; a variation of five card draw probably. Then finally, Jonny deigned to speak to me just as a fresh hand was being dealt. “You’re Chancer? Conner here informs me that Antonio ‘Drake’ has gone...

3 years ago

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Chances AreChapter 17

Fuck ... wouldn’t you believe it? The battleship-grade steel that layered the entire top of the basement, under the ground floor was still there ... and virtually immaculate, with hardly even a scratch on it! Now I could also see that this impenetrable layer not only covered the floor of the Murder Mansion, but also the houses next door and even under the old warehouse that had stood behind it. It covered, that thick layer of hardened steel, the entire city block where my house had once...

2 years ago

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Real Horny Housewives Tales Sorry Wrong Number

Evelyn was at a crossroad in her life. At forty-five, with her two kids away at university and her husband working long hours and travelling, she was struggling with how to fill the hours of the day she was alone with meaningful events. The recent months had proven to be especially challenging for Evelyn. Her sexual appetite had spiked and she often found herself daydreaming of a myriad of sexual fantasies.Evelyn frowned as she read the text from her husband. She had just sat down at a table...

3 years ago

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Chance Gims Black Arts Magick Plan

CHANCE GIM sat at the desk in his home office and looked down at the long list of names, phone numbers and personal data. He had numbered them. One hundred and eleven. All women. The youngest, eighteen, the oldest, twenty-six. All proportionately built. Carefully weeded from an even longer list of three hundred and eighty two. Like fruit, he thought, you gals are ripe and ready, oh so fucking ready, to be added to the lovelies I already have. All I have to do is give you my song and dance and...

2 years ago

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Chance Gims Black Arts Magick Plan

WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary, their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world. * * * * * ...

2 years ago

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Wrong Number

It’s late, but you’re always up late. Your phone buzzes with a message and you grab it from the coffee table.Hey U upYou don’t recognise the number. Even as you read the message another arrives.He just left but I’m still horny as fuck lolA subtle thread of excitement shoots through you but you know what you need to do.— Sorry, I think you have the wrong number. Sounds like he didn’t do enough for you thoYou put the phone down and go to get a drink, thinking that will end the matter but before...

4 years ago

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Sorry Wrong Number

At the end of a very long day Sandra walked down the hallway of her tiny walk-up apartment and kicked off her shoes before falling onto the soft leather couch. Her little pussy was resting quietly waiting to be petted by her soft delicate fingers. Sandra loved to pet her pussy and her pussy loved every second of her tender strokes on her needy special places. Soon, her pussy was purring with sheer delight and Sandra used both of her hands to satisfy her pussy all over. Sandra called her pussy...

2 years ago

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Chances AreChapter 5

Now if I had to award a second place prize for the next choicest skirt decorating the room, it would have to be a coin flip between Skulda the Valkyrie Warrior-Maiden or the Green Canary. The others? Who could tell really, under all of those cowls, hoods, masks and full bodysuits. They could have all been dolls or drudges ... who could tell? The Norse babe had it all; youth, a crisp Nordic face with big blue eyes, long braided blonde hair and more than a hint of well-nourished cleavage under...

4 years ago

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Chances AreChapter 18

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night to a pitch black bedroom and at least two warm naked female bodies. There were no street lights on outside and very likely the entire house, along with most of the remaining bits of the Westside, were without electrical power. By feel, I determined that Denise (Firefly) was curled up on my right side, or least her massive tits were. A more slender but nearly equally petite figure dozed on my left, and a brief caress of her hair suggested that this...

2 years ago

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Winning Numbers

What would you do if you suddenly discovered you had won the lottery? Okay, I know I'm not your typical lottery winner. I almost never played the thing. I only bought the ticket because I was feeling so depressed. My divorce had become final the week before. Hell, we hadn't lived together for over a year, so that shouldn't have depressed me, but it did. I was also having problems at work. I was an electrical engineer and had been working for the same company for five years. My boss told...

2 years ago

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Chance Returns

She stood naked near the window, silhouetted against the dim light that came through the lace curtains. He could see that she was still naked, a cigarette in her hand. She took a puff before putting it in an ashtray on the small table in front of her. ‘I’m happy that you’re writing again,’ she said. She noticed the filled legal pads and closed laptop on his desk before she walked into his bedroom. She knew that he was going through some writer’s block lately. ‘Have anything ready for me to...

4 years ago

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Chances AreChapter 11

Our very private chat now done, we headed on home with naught but a grocery stop at the A&P planned along the way. We agreed that mission number one for tomorrow morning was shopping to seriously upgrade our extremely limited wardrobe. I’d picked up a few basic items of casual clothing at a couple of local used resale shops in North and South Hell over the last couple of weeks, but I still had nothing that our old pal Rags would have been caught dead wearing. We now had the dough, so it...

1 year ago

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Whoops Wrong Number

I frowned at the dressing room mirror. The skirt I was trying on was cute, but I couldn’t tell if it was too short or just short enough. I snapped several photos to send to my friend for her opinion. Unfortunately, I wasn’t really paying attention and accidentally sent them to the last person I was texting, a cute guy I’d met at the gym yesterday.Shit! I frantically sent him another message:“omg wrong number sorry!!!”I tried to suppress a groan of frustration. I liked this guy. He was tall,...

3 years ago

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Wrong Number

Awhile back, my job took me away from home a few days at a time. My wife began to feel adventurous while I was gone. It all started when she accidentally called the wrong number while trying to reach my cell phone. Apparently she had reached a horny black man who was well versed in seducing white suburban MILFs. She had told me what had happened, when I got home. It was a bit exciting, but I thought nothing of it. My wife was a 38 year old blond with a great body, 5 foot three about 120 lbs,...

2 years ago

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Wrong number clicked as right number

Hi ISS readers this is Shams, based at Mumbai, 31 yr old married, having a Kid. I have been reading stories since last many months but never ever thought of posting one of mine. This is the first time I decided to do it only for the readers. It happened 2 years back, I was working for a bank as an Asst Manager in loan collections, I had to call up a customer of mine who had missed his payments and as it was month end closing, I was aggressively following up with him for payments. He was...

3 years ago

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Chances

We’ve never met. At least not in person. She is just a screen name to me and an avatar, and I suppose that is all I am to her. A few exchanged messages online. That’s what we share. And perhaps she knows more about me than I do about her, since she’s read some of my stories posted online. She knows a bit of what I look like, at least from the waist down, and she knows my age and where I live. Her? I know where she lives and how old she is, but I have no idea what she looks like. I don’t even...

4 years ago

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Chances

We’ve never met. At least not in person. She is just a screen name to me and an avatar, and I suppose that is all I am to her. A few exchanged messages online. That’s what we share. And perhaps she knows more about me than I do about her, since she’s read some of my stories posted online. She knows a bit of what I look like, at least from the waist down, and she knows my age and where I live. Her? I know where she lives and how old she is, but I have no idea what she looks like. I don’t even...

3 years ago

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Chances AreChapter 8

So, on that peaceful Saturday evening I was sitting up on the roof of Murder Mansion, alone and slowly enjoying four fingers of fine quality rye, enjoying the late-night spring breezes and the sounds of the city from off in the distance. Most of the flat roof was covered with a series of four long rectangular greenhouses, but everything inside had been dead for a full decade or more. Orchids most likely, from all of the dried petals on the floor. At the northwest corner of the roof, the...

4 years ago

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Chances AreChapter 16

I muttered something about sandwiches and brewing up a pot of fresh coffee for everyone, back at my place, and a few of the heroines agreed to hang around there for a while. For now, at least, all of the fun, mayhem, and destruction seemed to be over. Most of the gals decided that they’d rather enjoy a long bath at home, along with a dozen or more stuff drinks instead, and most of them made their farewells. Even the horde of newsies and television camera crews started to look bored and began...

2 years ago

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The Wrong Number

I picked up my cell phone and answered it without looking at the display. A sobbing, female voice said, “Daddy?” Being that I had no children, I responded, “I’m not your Dad. I think you have the wrong number.” “Sorry,” she sobbed. “Pardon me, I’ll try again.” A few moments later, my phone rang again. A considerably calmer voice replied to my ‘Hello?’ with, “Oh, no. Did I misdial again?” I said, “That’s OK. You misdialed twice now and got me both times. It bothers me to hear a girl cry....

2 years ago

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My Favourite Number

69. There’s no better number in my opinion. Technically, it’s just a number, but let’s admit it Lushies – we all know what pops in to your mind when you think of it. I’ll admit, I’m exactly the same. In fact, I’ll even go in to detail. This is what I think of. I am in the shower, the hot water streaming over my skin as I chat to you from behind the curtain. Unfortunately our shower is just too small to both be in there together, so you are waiting patiently for your turn. Finishing up, I turn...

4 years ago

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Unlucky Number

Sitting at the bar one evening Brian was bored but as horny as hell. The place wasn’t exactly pumping and the few guys that were there weren’t registering anything above four on his lust-o-meter. He had formerly been to bed with two of the men milling about, but those encounters had been infinitely forgettable.Lifting his glass he sipped the last bit of wine before putting the empty glass back on the table. He looked at his watch and contemplated leaving. Brian’s cock then twitched, giving him...

2 years ago

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Number. My phone chimes to alert me that I have a text message. Checking it I see its from Belinda who disappeared some time ago into the bath leaving me alone in the living room with our Daughter Holly, snuggled up watching T.V. I open the message and it simply says 'I need your help.' Gently disengaging myself from Holly I climb out from under the blanket we are sharing and wrap it back down around her and head into the bathroom thinking that she wanted her back scrubbed. This is...