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-Angela Carter

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"Why does the wolf eat Grandma first?"

The question floated out of Angela‘s mouth before she realized what she was saying and hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities. Nicolas wiped his mouth with a red-checked napkin and raised an eyebrow to indicate she should go on.

"Think about it: The Big Bad Wolf meets Little Red Riding Hood in the forest and wants to eat her. So why not just eat Little Red then? Why bother running ahead and impersonating Grandma and the whole thing? It doesn’t make sense.”

The café was crowded and they sat almost shoulder-to-shoulder with the next table. Angela pushed her salad plate away and picked up her almost empty glass of red wine. Nicolas shoveled a bite of meaty lasagna into his mouth, staining his lips tomato-red. He had a way of talking with his mouth full that somehow never showed what he was chewing and never seemed rude. “Some people would tell you it’s because the story is about sex.”

“I’ve heard that. I never picked up on it myself.” She noticed that the people at the next table were listening in.

"Grandma has to go first because if a sexually predatory male like the one the wolf represents wants to take advantage of a girl he has to make sure there are no maternal figures around to warn Little Red about guys like him. That’s one reading, anyway. And of course there’s the red hood. All that blood imagery: menstruation, womanhood.”

“And red is a warning color. And a color of passion, emotion, carnality…”

“Red is the color of sin. That’s why Little Red dies in some of the stories: She’s sinful. A scarlet woman.”

“Little Red Riding Hood dies?”

"Oh sure."

Nicolas fumbled in his briefcase and brought up a dog-eared paperback book. She skimmed the back. “You carry around books of fairy tales in your briefcase?”

“What do you think the class I teach is about?”

She read the pages he indicated:

Meanwhile, the wolf arrived at Grandmother’s, killed her, put some of her flesh into the pantry and some of her blood into a bottle, then put on her clothes and climbed into bed. When Little Red Riding Hood arrived the wolf bid her eat and drink some of whatever she found in the pantry. When the little cat who lived in the cottage saw the girl eating the flesh of her own grandmother it screamed and ran away.

Angela made a face. “Charming.”

“If you think that’s bad, you won’t like the ending.”

She kept reading:

“And Grandmother, what big teeth you have!” Little Red Riding Hood said.

“All the better to eat you with!” said the wolf. And with that he grabbed Little Red Riding Hood and ate her one bite at a time. The End.”

Angela put the book down. “I guess I’d have liked that ending better when I was a kid.”

“It wasn't always a kid's story,” said Nicolas, shrugging. “But I guess kids have got to learn to stay away from wolves sometime. Now, if you didn’t like that, you should try this one instead.”

He handed her a different book, with a faded cover of red leather. At first it looked like another book of fairy tales, but these were different, and she saw it had only been written 20 years ago. Nicolas had again marked one for her to read, but before she could begin she realized what time it was. “I have to get back to Anna,” she said. “My mother is watching her, but she has night classes.” She tried to give the book back, but Nicolas declined.

“Keep it,” he said. “I have others. You’ll like this one. Trust me.” He tried to pay for her but they ended up splitting it. He cleaned his glasses on his shirt, and a few seconds passed. “It was really nice seeing you,” he said. “I wish we could more often.” He paused. “Do you think —?”

Angela stood. “I have to go. I’ll miss my bus.”

“I can give you a ride?”

“That’s all right,” she said, faster than she’d wanted to. He watched her leave. Outside it was gray and blustery. She saw the Number 44 retreating from the curb, red taillights blinking at her, and she ran after it, cursing. It was already out of sight by the time she got to the corner. Sighing, she sat on the plastic bench, reading the book Nicolas lent her while she waited for the next one:

The forest is full of dangers, from pernicious goblins who twist off little boy’s toes and gobble them like candy to red-eyed witches who flay the hides off young girls and sew curtains out of them. But wolves are the worst of all, because the wolf is the only creature whose hunger is never satisfied. In the truly dark, cold days of winter, nothing is more terrifying than the howling of a wolf. He’ll eat you up, one-two, one-two, and be hungry again before you’re swallowed.

Angela giggled. She realized someone else had come into the bus shelter, sitting on the other end of the bench. He looked her up and down, smirking. She ignored him and kept reading:

The girl was too young to be alone in the forest. Too young to know the difference between men and wolves. But she was not so young as to really be called a girl anymore. She was almost a woman, and that put her in even more danger. She was in full bloom, like the bobbing red blossoms of the roses that grew along the path. The handsome stranger she met seemed like any common hunter to her. She did not spot the feral gleam in his eyes or detect the telltale rumbling of his ever-hungry stomach. He hid the bloody red stains on his teeth well.

The man in the bus stop was barely more than a teenager. He sat sunk over in his puffy red jacket and wouldn't stop staring at her legs. He might as well have licked his lips. He coughed and said, "Where you going?"

"Home," she said, without looking up from the book. "To my daughter," she added, putting as much emphasis on the word as she could.

“I’m going to visit my grandmother,” the girl said. The hunter smiled. “What a sweet little girl you are,” he said. “Red-cheeked, and as toothsome a morsel as any.” The girl blushed bright red and looked away. She did not see him lick the saliva off his long teeth.

The young man seemed briefly taken aback at the mention of her daughter. Then said, "How old? Maybe I should meet her?"

Angela glared. The young man's grin wilted and he stood up straight, even taking a few steps away. She put the book back in her purse and shoved her hands in her coat pockets to hide their trembling. He stammered something like an apology. Angela took a step toward him and then, thinking better of it, walked away. She followed Crossover Drive south, deciding she would cut through Golden Gate Park on foot. Probably faster than waiting anyway. She would have to hurry though; it was getting dark, and the clouds were threatening rain. Stands of huge trees sprang up around her. The words of Nicolas’ book ran through her mind:

Talking with the young man had made the girl late. She stayed on the path and tried to hurry. The woods were no place for her at night, and she was alone again now. The man had offered to come with her, but she said no.

She hadn't been walking for more than five minutes when the rain started. At first she ran but then she realized she’d be soaked by the time she got home no matter what. She kept to the side of the road, near the treeline, hoping to be spared the worst of it. The park was mostly empty, though every now and then the wind stirred the trees or the underbrush and gave the impression of movement. Only the occasional car passed.

The girl did not realize that the man was following her. He had slipped off the path and slipped out of his clothes, trading his naked hide for the mangy pelt of a half-starved wolf. He loped on all fours, a red tongue lolling while his tail brushed the bobbing branches of the smallest trees and, beneath him, his long red prick bobbed with each step.

Angela thought about the kid back at the bus stop and saw red. It was his fault she was stuck walking in this. She should have given him a piece of her mind. No, more than that; she should have torn him a new—

A car pulled up, an old clunker of indeterminate make and model and a faded reddish paintjob. The passenger window had been repaired with duct tape and couldn‘t roll down, so the driver had to open the door and lean over in order to talk to her. "Do you need a lift?" he said.

The girl tapped on the cottage door. The wolf hid the old woman's gnawed bones and the red-stained sheets and then slid under the blanket, hiding his hairy body and enormous prick. He raised his voice into a frail-sounding falsetto and said, “Come in, my lovely!”

Angela hesitated. She was soaked already and it would take at least another half an hour to get home on foot. But if she really wanted a ride she could just call Nicolas, and she wasn't sure she liked the look of this car...

"No, but thank you," she said. Or at least, that's what she tried to say. Her teeth were chattering too badly to form words, and only then did she realize how cold she really was. The driver pushed the door open more and she climbed in, holding her pale, shaking hands to heater vents until the numbness faded.

The girl came into the cottage and set her basket down. The air was thick with a scent she did not know, but it was warm and there was a fire on, red flames licking old blackened logs.

Once Angela was warmed a bit she took a closer look at the driver. He was somewhere in his fifties, his graying hair and beard still touched with ginger. When her teeth finally stopped chattering Angela cleared her throat and said, "Thank you."

"Not a problem," said the driver. They stopped at a red light. "You heading toward Lincoln Avenue?"

"Yes."

"Me too. Name's Charles."

"Angela."

"Pleasure to meet you. Boy, isn't this a day? What's a little lady like you doing out all by herself on a day like this?"

"Going home to my daughter."

"A daughter? Isn't that nice. She a little one? Pretty, like her mother? You know you don‘t look old enough to have kids."

The wolf, still speaking in Grandmother’s voice, welcomed the girl. “Hello my darling,” he said. “Don’t you look lovely?”

Angela turned to the window. "She's my youngest," she said, and then, "Do you have anything I can dry off with? I'm dripping all over."

"Water can hardly hurt this old heap now, but there's some napkins in the glove box. Don't mind the mess."

"Thank you," said Angela. She opened the glove box, paused for a moment when she looked inside, then did her best to towel off. She realized that her purse was soaked too, and with alarm she saw the wrinkled pages of Nicolas' book. She pulled it out, fretting, trying to dry it on the heater vent.

"What's that?" said Charles.

"A book that my—a friend lent me."

The pages riffled open, and her eyes fell across one:

The wolf is hungry forever. The scrawny, gamey flesh of the old woman had not satisfied him. The pink, virginal flesh of this girl would fill his belly no better, for a wolf’s hunger is as much a part of him as the yellow eyes in his head or the withered red heart in his sunken chest or the black hairs on his backside, but his tongue lapped at his jaws anyway as he looked her up and down.

"Guess your purse couldn't stand up to the rain," said Charles. "You should get something like my messenger bag. It's waterproof." He indicated the bag in the back seat. “Handy thing to have with a kid around, I'd think. Who's looking after her while you're out?"

"My mother," said Angela. "We moved into her place a while ago."

"I love kids," Charles said. "Always wanted some.”

"I’m so hungry, my darling,” said the wolf.

“I’ve brought you food,” said the girl. The wolf eyed her tender young breasts as they glanced against the fabric of her blouse.

“Yes,” he said, “you have.”

"She's all I have in the world," said Angela, still barely paying attention.

"What about your other ones? You said she's the youngest.”

The rain was coming down in sheets now and Charles slowed the car to a crawl, almost blinded as the flimsy wipers failed to fight off the deluge. Angela's vision tunneled down onto a blank spot on the page in front of her, a space between two words. "I had another daughter," she said. "But she died."

Charles started. "I'm sorry! I had no idea."

"She was murdered," said Angela. "The man I was dating killed her."

"Jesus Christ!" said Charles. He looked at her, looked away, then looked at her again. "I didn't—“

The wolf is always hungry.

"We'd been going out for a month and he still hadn‘t tried to sleep with me," Angela said. The words were tumbling out and she couldn’t stop. “I wondered why, but he told he was waiting for the right time. Turns out he meant a time I wasn’t home…"

Charles stopped the car and tried to put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry," he said. "That kind of thing...it's so awful I just can't even bear to think about it."

Always.

"Yeah, it's hard to think about," said Angela. Then she looked at him. "But it's easy to do, right? Easy, because you don't think about it when you do it. Not even when you're planning it, like now?"

“Grandmother, what big ears you have!”

Charles looked at her, bewildered. "What the hell are you talking about?"

“You pick up a woman walking alone. You make conversation and find out where she's going, how many people are in the house, how many kids she has. Everything you want to know.”

“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!”

Charles blinked, disbelieving. "I don't —"

"And then there's these." She took the little red pill bottle out of the glove compartment and shook it. "Tell me, have you had that for more than four hours?" She indicated his lap. "Because if you have you should call a doctor."

Charles shifted in his seat. The car was stark still in the middle of the lane, but there was no traffic now, nothing outside except the wind and the rain and the trees. "Not that it's any of your business, but I was on my way to a date. At my age you have to think ahead about these things."

“And the gloves, and the rope, and the folding knife in the glove box? Those all for your 'date' too?"

"They're useful things to have around. Look, I understand that with all that you've been through it'd be hard to trust people, but I promise I was just offering you a ride because of the rain, nothing sinister about it. I wouldn't lay a finger on you or your daughter." He paused. "In fact, I'm gay."

“Grandmother, what big hands you have!”

"You have a wedding ring."

“Read the news: That’s legal these days.”

"You're married, but you have a date?"

His face turned red. "I don't have to explain myself to you. Now, if you don't trust me for whatever reason, fine. Here."

He reached out and she shrank away, but all he did was open the door. The wind blew the rain in, soaking her again.

“Grandmother…”

"Go ahead,” he said. “Walk. I won't stop you."

"That's not what I want," Angela said, closing the door.

"Then I'll give you a lift to the edge of the park," said Charles, putting the car in gear again.

“What big…”

"That's not what I want either," said Angela. She put her hand on his knee. He started. "What I want…"

She undid her seatbelt, then his, and whispered in his ear:

“…is to bite your fucking head off and spit out the bones.”

His jaw dropped. Thunder rolled. "Lady," he said, voice quavering, "that's not funny."

"I‘m not joking," said Angela. "I'm going to kill you."

Charles stuck a finger in her face. "All right, little miss, I've had enough—"

Angela reached out and snapped the gear shift off in her hand. The metal and thick red plastic splintered like it was nothing. Then she wrapped one hand around the steering wheel and pulled it off too, throwing it into the back seat. Her hands had become gnarled paws. Her eyes were yellow. She watched his red face go pale, and when she saw the first indications of shock she grabbed him and pulled him in close, growling.

“…TEETH you have!”

“Sit still,” she said, reaching down into his lap. He tried to stop her and she belted him across the mouth. She unzipped his pants and slid a hand inside. The pills were still working. She pulled him out and squeezed while at the same time showing him her teeth, which had become impossibly long and sharp. Normally they wouldn’t have fit into her mouth, but the shape of her face and head had changed too, although not completely. She thumbed the head of his prick as he huddled on one side of the car, too scared to move.

“Don’t think that because I’m doing this that I’m not going to kill you,” she said, squeezing him again and beginning to jack him off. “This is just to give you time to think about it. I want for the last time you ever get your rocks off to be while you think about dying. Remember all those women you hurt just so you could feel this? This will be a little bit like that.”

“I never hurt anyone,” he said. His mouth was bleeding little red drops. She licked them up. She moved over now, sitting on him as much as the confines of the car would allow. His seat leaned back. She kept a death grip on his cock so that he wouldn’t get any smart ideas about running. The marvels of modern pharmaceuticals kept him at attention even while the rest of him shrank away. It was funny, actually. His swollen red cock was bobbing up and down, like a dog too stupid to know it was about to be put down.

"Here's how it's going to happen," she said. "As soon as you’re done, I'm going to count to 20. You can stay here in the car and make it easy, or you can try to run. It‘s going to end the same no matter what."

She kept jerking him. His cock warmed her hand.

“You think that if you can hold it back that means I won’t be able to go on, but that won’t work. For one thing, most guys can’t hold it no matter what. That’s biology for you; she’s a bitch. Second, even if you did, I’d lose my patience eventually and skip that part. But then I’d be real mad, and it would be even worse for you. So don’t get smart about it.”

She sped up. He was sweating and so was she. His was the sweat of fear, hers arousal. It filled the car. She smiled wider, showing him a red tongue. Maybe she ought to go down on him and speed things up even more? He’d really panic then, when her sharp teeth came within grazing distance of his pathetically eager erection. But that was too much trouble.

“Maybe I’ll start counting even before you’re done. Would that be fair? A little motivation might do you good. Let’s try it: One.”

He cried out. She squeezed harder. His little cock spasmed.

“Two.”

A wet, hot smear dribbled down her fingers, then a little more. He was gushing in spurts, a look of singular horror on his face. She thought he might die of fear on the spot or at least faint, but he didn’t’. She wiped the hand on his trouser and then held it up so that he could see the claws.

“Three. You’d better start running.” She opened the door and kicked him out. He landed on the side of the road, half-naked in the rain.

"Four. Five."

He wasted a few seconds crawling before getting smart enough to stand, redo his pants, and then run. Angela watched him blunder off into the bushes. Had he stayed on the road, there was a small chance someone driving by would have stopped to help. But traipsing through the park, in the storm, he would be alone. No help was coming.

“Seven. Eight. Nine.”

She shed her clothes. The rain felt good on her naked body now. She dropped to all fours when it became more comfortable. Cold droplets decorated her sleek pelt as she loped to the trees.

“Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen…”

When she reached 20 she took off. Even in the rain his scent was strong, and he was making enough noise for two. He half-ran, half-stumbled, slipping and skidding in the mud. He was out of shape, and Angela, running on all fours, her tail swatting branches with each step, could have overtaken him immediately, but she waited to see what he would do instead. He came to a place where the rain pooled at the base of a great tree, the exposed roots forming the banks of a puddle so deep it was almost a pond. Charles fell into it and started wading. On the opposite side, at the top of the hill, two homeless men huddled under a red tarp for shelter. Charles began to wave and shout and they looked at him. Angela waited until he had slogged halfway and then threw her head back and howled, louder than the wind, louder than the rain, louder than the thunder. Charles covered his ears. The men on the hill scrambled to their feet and ran.

Once they were out of sight she slid down the embankment and waded to him. The mud sucked at their feet, pulling them down. She had to walk upright again to keep above the surface. Charles backed against a hollow formed by tree roots. He whimpered. "I wasn't going to do anything," he said, tears running down his mud-streaked face, mingling with the rain. "I wasn't going to hurt you, I swear."

"Of course," said Angela, dragging him to dryer land. She sat down on his chest and ran her fingers through his hair gently, almost lovingly.

"Please don't kill me," said Charles, wincing as one of her claws glanced against his neck.

"When I found my daughter, she was all red."

"What?" said Charles, blinking, bewildered.

"Sarah. My oldest daughter. I came home after work and couldn't find her. I looked all over. I asked my boyfriend where she was, and he wouldn't answer. And that's when I saw that his hands were red." She gripped his shoulders tighter. "I found her in the bathtub. Red everywhere. Red inside the tub. Red all in her hair. I couldn't wash the red out no matter how hard I tried. By the time I was done I had red all over my hands and it wouldn’t come off."

Charles closed his eyes "I'm so sorry," he said.

"I am too," said Angela. They were concealed in a copse of bushes at the bottom of a small ravine. It was a good place. Burgundy-red roses sprouted nearby.

"I don't deserve this."

Angela hesitated. "Maybe," she said, turning her head a little. "I can't know for sure, ever. But…" She grabbed him by the throat. "I do have mouths to feed."

She held him under the water until the thrashing stopped. Rain ran in streamers down her pelt and the length of her muzzle. When she felt the body stop moving, she waited, counting to herself. When enough time had passed, she pulled him up again. He flopped around, limp. Satisfied, she dragged him to where the water lapped against the land, and there she bared her claws. Over the rain, there was a ripping sound.

The water turned red.

***

"I'm home," Angela said, closing the door behind her.

She took off her wet coat and shouldered Charles' messenger bag. Her mother looked at her, blinking. "You're soaked!" she said.

"I got caught in the rain. I'm sorry I'm late. I had to stop and get dinner."

She put the bag on the table.

She looked in on Anna, asleep in bed. Then she showered, taking time to scrub the red crust out from under her nails. When she was done she dried Nicolas' book by the heater and read the last page of the story she'd started:

"All the better to eat you with!” the wolf said, but the girl was not impressed. She kissed the wolf on his muzzle and made him sit on the floor, putting a leash and collar around his neck. That night he slept at the foot of her bed, snoring gently. Because she knew she was no one's meat.

Angela laughed, then called Nicolas. "Did you make it home okay?" he said.

"Yes," she said, "but your book got a little wet. I can buy you a new one."

"Don't bother, I have lots more. I wrote it, you know."

She looked at the cover. "Your name isn't on it."

"A pen name." He paused. "Did you like it?"

"Very much," she said, and she was about to say more but then Anna came in. Angela told Nicolas goodbye and set her daughter on her lap. "Did you have a good nap sweetheart?” she said.

Anna nodded and smiled. Her little blue eyes glimmered and her red curls bounced. Then she said, "I'm hungry."

"Me too.”

Angela reached into the messenger bag. She took out something red and dripping, and held it to her daughter's mouth.

"Now eat up," she said. “While it's still fresh."

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"Are many of them still waiting?" Nate asked as he removed the small pouch of toiletries from his locker. The communal bathroom at the end of the corridor was shared by around fifty military recruits, all living on the same floor. Those assigned to the bunk right next to it often rushed in first to claim the showers before the others could. "There wasn't anyone when I came out," his bunkmate James replied, scrubbing his hair from across the room. Thank god. It was Nate's cue to head to the...

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Karen and Margaret

Damn it, Margaret, I bought him the most uncomfortable full body brief, and he still enjoyed it. He say's we girls just have to suffer to maintain an attractive girlish figure. I'd love to knock his girlish figure through the roof. How I wish he'd suffer the real cramps we women go through during our periods. I'll bet he'd love it. He uses his tampons and maxi pads throughout the month anyway. He takes Midol and his women's one-a-day vitamins so he can be more like me. It makes me sick to...

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Roses are Red

Summary:Emily Rose is a young and upcoming star in one of the biggest financial firms in the country. All her life she has been the best at everything, because she has always been hungry. However, she also held a hunger that she herself was not aware of, until now.Emily Rose: http://i.imgur.com/WMDbup5.jpg“I hate this FUCKING heat!!” Emily exclaimed and began unpacking her clothes.The trip to Brazil was a spur of the moment thing; decided while she was having lunch with her boss. She had...

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Roses Red Sapphires Blue

bruary 14. St. Valentine’s Day. Jonathan Ames laid the bouquet of red roses on the passenger seat of his car. He took off his suit jacket, checking (for the fourth time in the last ten minutes) the front pocket for the package he’d placed there, folded the jacket in half and hung it over the back of the seat. He spent a long moment convincing himself that the gift wouldn’t fall out before closing up and settling into the driver’s seat. He looked at himself for a minute in the rearview mirror:...

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BSC09 the Fall and Rise of Jared ReznikChapter 10 The Two Scarecrows

The scarecrow made its way slowly up to the table where Jared and old Mrs Clusky were seated. The scarecrow then sat down on one of the spare chairs then looked slowly at Jared and Mrs Clusky trying to work out what on earth was going on. Presently, that still very sleepy looking scarecrow spoke up in a soft feminine voice and asked, “Who are you guys and where am I?” Moments later another scarecrow appeared at the end of the passage way and said, “Oh, there you are Vanessa. Where are we...

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HH10 Areeya Wendy and Ramon who becomes Ramona

HH10: Areeya, Wendy, and Ramon TG adult fiction by talltglover. If you are offended by men or women having sex with transgenders or hermaphrodites, or live in an area where such activity is illegal, or are too young to be reading adult erotica, please do not continue. This story is unlike most of my other fiction, which concerns men turning into women (conceptually) or hermaphrodites and having sex with other men. This story was written as a special request, and is about...

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Kareems BBC Prison Cock Pt2

The next couple days, my days off, I still couldn't get the scene out of my head and when home alone on a day off, I ended up online looking at porn, which wasn't out of the ordinary, but what was, is that I was specifically looking for interracial porn. There were, to my surprise, many sites dedicated to white women fucking black men... and without fail the black man had a huge cock that the white woman or group of women were completely enamoured by... as I was. The women were often...

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Kareems BBC Prison Cock Pt1

I'm the prison guard and Kareem Mwangi is the prisoner, so you would have thought I had the upper hand, and until a few weeks ago you would have been right.When I first heard of the trailer addition to the prison I was furious. A few states permit conjugal visits and the prisoner has to be married (just for a start) before his application to schedule one is approved. The prisoner requests a block of time and the Warden has final approval, but giving prisoners any sort of privileges is something...

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Roses and a Massage

I knew he had something planned for me the minute I walked into the house, this last work day of a very long and trying week. The beginning of this particular weekend shows great promise. I drop my purse and keys to the table that stands just inside the front door before turning to close and lock the door of our house. A slight grin/smile crosses my lips as I spy the short, sheer, pink robe that I have never seen before, hanging on the inside of the door. The note is short, but I do as told....

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His Hardware Her Software

A consultant meets a beautiful IT Manager at a conference set up by a company hoping to sell their Warehouse Management system. Max’s part of the system makes picking easy using his voice software, instead of a hand held device. She is quite eager to learn more about it, and about him. This story begins with Max, a single, 42 year old software programmer, who owns his own consultant company. He’s been working with a company who developed a software that was used for big warehouses, to keep...

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Kareems BBC Prison Cock Pt3

That night, I ended up home alone, my wife gone for the night as she was a pharmaceutical rep and travelled a few days a month. I ended up searching on white guys and black cocks. I found and read stories about straight white guys becoming enamoured by black cock and then turning into cock suckers and often bottoms. I then found websites dedicated to it. One even had a chat forum. I clicked on it, made an account called ConfusedWhiteBoy and asked in the forum... Do any straight white men who...

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Sarah Carerra 310 Adams Center Arena

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A- By Megan Campbell (Released: April 2, 2012) Chapter 10 - Adams Center Arena "Whoa," Madison said as I stepped out of the shower Saturday morning. I jumped slightly, since I thought she was still asleep. If I had known that she was...

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Winning A Genie Harem Chapter 7 Virgin Deflowered

Chapter Seven: Virgin Deflowered By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Characters Main Characters Corey Derrickson: College senior, friend of Kyle Unmei, given the chance to marry one of four genie, each from a different tribe, if he can find them at St. Maria Theodora Catholic College! Aleah Buckley: Corey's first sex slave. College senior. He claimed her after Kyle suggested she'd be a good candidate for starting Corey's harem. Tania Buckley:...

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Mike and I had been friends for years, he was in his last year of high school when I was in my first.  He took care of me when I left home at fourteen and now we shared a flat.  It wasn’t until I was sixteen and his girlfriend moved in that I realised I had feelings for him.  She didn’t appreciate him the way I did, she used him for sex and cheated on him several times, but he still forgave her.  Unlike her I only wanted him to be happy and I would do anything for him? anything.On his 24th...

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Maren Im Einkaufscenter Teil 1

Verschlafen wachte ich am Samstagmorgen auf und gähnte erst einmal herzhaft. Dann bemerkte ich meine volle Blase und wollte aufstehen, um mich zu erleichtern. In dem Moment klingelte mein Handy. Maren! „Guten Morgen, Maren“, sagte ich noch ganz verpennt. „Guten Morgen, Kleiner! Na steht die Morgenlatte und ist die Blase voll?“, fragte sie ihn belustigtem Tonfall. „Äh… ja, der Schwanz steht und ich muss dringend auf die Toilette.“ Maren antwortete bestimmend: „Nichts da, die Pisse bleibt schön,...

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Deborah buys a Maren everyone loves raymond

Deborah found the mall exciting only when she had the chance to be alone. With Raymond and the k**s it was more like trying to shop with a circus at your heels. But today Raymond was watching the k**s and she had a few hours to browse and window shop in peace. As she entered one of the many mall hallways she noticed a peculiar store she had never seen before and saw the sign above the entrance read: Carol's Curiosities.She looked through the window and saw plenty of unique items that would look...

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Maren Im Einkaufscenter Teil 02

Maren gab mir die Tüte mit den Einkäufen und wir schlenderten weiter durch die Mall. Ihr Geld, vielmehr das Geld ihres Mannes, saß locker und so schleppte ich schon bald eine beachtlich Zahl an Tüten. Langsam meldete sich meine Blase zurück, da ich mir ja noch nicht so wirklich Erleichterung verschaffen konnte. Als wir dann am Ende des Einkaufscenters an einem Springbrunnen vorbeikamen, wurde der Druck übermächtig. „Maren, ich muss pissen.", sagte ich und blickte mich nach einer Toilette um,...

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My Sweet Experience Of Sodomy By Naresh Manish And Jitesh

This is a true story about my experience of gay relations with 3 male occurred during my teenage as first lesson about sex. I was 18 years old then. My father was an officer and posted in an eastern district of U.P. We were staying with him in his official quarter. He was provided with a male servant Naresh, aged about 18 years and a watchman Jeetesh, aged about 22 years. In addition to that he has engaged a cook Manish aged about 23 years. It was the time, when my curiosity about sex just...

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Fucking Kareena Kapoor Sex Story

I'm a police officer with the LAPD and I was patrolling Sunset Boulevard in the wee hours of the morning when a silverMercedes went flying by me. The driver must have been blind not to see me or just didn't care. I flipped on my lights andstarted following behind the car as the driver turned onto a side street and pulled over. "Car 23 to dispatch, stoppingspeeder on North Palm Drive" I called in as I pulled out my ticket book and got out of my car. The driver put her windowdown as I approached...

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Tunch Mamiji Ki Hui Chudai Bina Saree Utare

Main 20 saal ka hoon, class 12 exams ke baad Jaipur chala gaya, height 6 foot 1nch hai meri. Mama ke ghar aya kyunki gaaon me acche college nahi tha. Mama, mamiji aur Amit unka 10 saal ka beta Jaipur wale flat me rehte the. Mama ki sarkari naukari hai, unka beta school aur mamiji housewife. Mama ne bca me admission karwa di, lekin session teen mahine baad start hota. To mama ne kaha tab tak ghar me hi padhai karne. Amit morning 9 baje school jata tha to sham 4 baje wapas ata aur Mama subah 10...

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As you all know, the sexy and gorgeous Chammak Challo, Kareena Kapoor married the hot and dashing Saif Ali Khan earlier this year.. They had been in a live-in relationship for many years during which he had fucked Kareena senseless many times.. He had also fucked her in the sets of Agent Vinod in her vanity van and then on the set when in a scene, while running from the villain, they fell on a bed decorated for the wedding couple.. After that, the whole cast and crew had enjoyed her creamy...

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Kareena Kapoor having sex

I’m a guy from India. This trust me is a true story. No not a stories it is an incidence which truly happened. So I’m not going to reveal my name & any identities. Here is how it goes. I’m a guy working in a hotel at a hill station in Maharashtra.(I can’t tell my post or name of hotel or name of hill station as I can lose my job. Actually I’m taking a great risk here as if anyone knows abt this I’ll be dismissed immediately but anyways!). It’s a very royal hotel not meant for any ordinary...

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Aunt Margarets VisitPart 2 Aunt Margaret Intercedes

The wail of a mortally wounded soul brought Maggie and I to a startled awakening. My mother's body bent double as she clutched her stomach. She cried out her sister's name as if cursing a demon out to possess her soul. She moaned and collapsed to the floor unconscious. The pounding steps of my father beat a staccato rhythm on the stairs. Maggie didn't panic, but leaped out of bed, grabbed a robe and knelt by her prostrate sister. My father roared, "What's happened to her?" He quickly...

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kareena 2nd

"Spread your legs, girls." They did. "Wider", they obeyed, spreading their legs about 2 and a half feet wide. Kareena gasped as she felt the cold air of the room caress her bare pussy in that micro-dress. "Hands behind your head", again silent, unhesitating compliance. Even Kareena was obeying without any objection. Less for fulfilling her promise and more from the animal fires burning between her legs, I thought. After the shoes and socks I let Mahima take off my pants and...

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Incestuous Harems PassionChapter 5 Submissive Aunt Bred

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! January 26th, 2027 – Detective Nelson Tucker Three days later after making contact with Kassia Jeffery, my partner and I had a chance to meet with her. She was back in town and willing to talk about her time teaching at Clint Elliston’s high school. When we went after the bastard, we had to have a mountain of evidence. He had powerful friends. We didn’t want him slinking away. “You mind if I smoke?” Kassia asked as we sat down at her kitchen...

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Robin and Jimmy Olsen Part 2 Robin prepares Alfred beware

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Kareena kapoor sex at her farmhouse

Not a very brief period earlier .. Kareena Kapoor Khan .. welcomed Alia Bhatt into her fuck escapades .. though Alia .. didnt need any.. tutorial..as they drained that choreographer .. took him to his limits.. and made him gasp for his life ..Surely he wont be in any state to use that dick .. for a while now !!Kareena was back in India .. for Xmas Eve and New Years .. and on top of that she was getting restless.. after having that foreigner cock .. she was craving some Indian dick .. and not...

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Mo bia bhitare pua banda

Kali ratire genhi genhi raju mote kundhei soila. Sakhalu sakhalu sea mo pachare lagichi genhiba genhiba boli. Maa bia ku genhichi aau seea chadiba. Hau taku rati ku karibu boli kahili. Rati belaku raju banda ku dhoi room re basithila. Mu fresh hei hasi hasi room ku gali. Mo maana bi genhena khaibaku heuthila. Swami two month re thare asanti. Bia galu hua. Jaha heu raju kama chaleideba. Mu khata ku asiba matre raju mote bhidi nela. Hau aji masti kari heba. Dekhi khulilu. Mu dekhe kemiti achi....

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Zack and Daren

Zack I was laying on the bed, and Daren was laying on me. His head was just under my stomach and just above my hips. His legs were wrapped around my legs, and his arm was laying across my member. He moved his head slightly lower, and his shouler length, wavy, black hair rubbed across a bit of my bare skin' where my shirt had pulled up. He was making me so hot, just by looking at him. I began to imagine him, if he were awake, licking my member, that he was now lying his head so close to. He...

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Sarah Carerra 204 Song and Sand

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: August 23, 2010) Chapter 4 - Song and Sand Uncle Kevin and his family were gone when we arrived home after seeing Mary. I assumed that they had already headed down to the beach, and Mom said she'd drive me down after lunch to catch...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriess3e8 Maree 57 company director from Nottingham

Series 3, Episode 8: Maree Our drone is flying in over the top of the Wollaton Park Golf Club in Nottingham on a drab and dreary cold day. The sky is grey, and the trees are leaning slightly in the wind. We come to rest on the fairway of the 15th hole. Four players, two husband and wife pairs, are wheeling their clubs toward us. We focus in on the two wives who are walking together a few paces ahead of the husbands. One thin, the other more ‘bulky’. We close in further on the bulky one ......

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Kareena Kapoor Bob

Hello everyone, my name is bob & I am not a terrorist  that line was from a Bollywood movie ). Alright I am a big fan of ISS & I have read so many stories here in multiple categories, which motivated me to write stories of my dreams. Girls I am virgin, if anybody likes to help me with it then please contact me at . Boys if you do not like my stories so I can understand because I am virgin & these are nothing but imaginations of mine. But if at all you like it then never forget to give your...

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All for Mr Redman

I am a third generation Japanese Canadian. I come from a more or less typical family. I have an older brother and a younger sister. Being in the middle actually is actually not that big a problem for me. My parents are really good people and have been an inspiration to me in many things. I was raised Roman Catholic so of course went to Catholic schools all my life. I once had a crazy dream of wanting to attend Notre Dame in the States but that didn't happen. It was too far away for my...

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All for Mr Redman

Introduction: Finally landing the Teacher I always wanted *This is my very first story. I have never posted anything before but decided it was about time I did. I apologize in advance for my errors in grammar and spelling. I have tried very hard to correct them, but this is not my first language. I hope you enjoy this story. It is based in on true events. Obviously, names have been changed to protect the guilty I am a third generation Japanese Canadian. I come from a more or less typical...

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Maree bahan or bua

Aik din mai college sa jaldee a gaya mom or dad office gaa tha kam wali chalee gae thee didi college sa wapis nahi aee thee, maina door bell dee bua na darwaza khola aj toon jaldee a gaya? Hain bua vo period khalee tha isee leya a gaya, khana khaa ga? Nahi bua didi ka sath khon ga, phir bua na kaha mai aram kar rahi haoin taree didi ae to batana khana garam kar doon gee, mai kuch parashan ho gaya 11.am ya kon sa time hai aram ka, abhi to bua so kar uthee ho gee, phir bua chalee gae or mai be...

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Maree shemale bahan

Hi dosto sunny again, recieving alot of friends stories, but care about some interesting & meaning ful stories, here it is 1 more. Hi mara name ram shiri chan(call ramu)age 18 1 sister name preti age 19 figure 30 boobs 26 waste 3″ cock, mom & dad is doing job abroad. Dosto ya recently he ki baat hai ka mujha pata chala maree bahan shemale hai. Mara dad 2 sa 3 years ka baad ghar ata hayin. Or ghar main hum 2 log he hayin. Middle class family… Wasa ya stories par kar maree neyat bahan par wasa he...

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Cousin Freda

Ted got a phone call. It was from his cousin Freda. She needed help. The furnace was on the blink, Ted felt sorry for her. Her husband was in the Navy and she was all alone."Who was that?" ask his wife."My cousin Freda, she needs help"Ted drove to his cousin's apartment and she let him in."I didn't mean to bother you Ted but I didn't know who else to call" she sighed."That's ok, I am glad to help" Ted looked at the furnace. The pilot light was out. He lit it and soon heat filled the...

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Cousin Freda

Note : This story is completely fictional! Ted got a phone call. It was from his cousin Freda. She needed help. The furnace was on the blink, Ted felt sorry for her. Her husband was in the Navy and she was all alone. "Who was that?" ask his wife. "My cousin Freda, she needs help" Ted drove to his cousin's apartment and she let him in. "I didn't mean to bother you Ted but I didn't know who else to call" she sighed. "That's ok, I am glad to help" Ted looked at the furnace. The pilot light was...

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Roses last day

Rose sat in the conservatory, it was late January and she was watching the last snow outside building against the fence. She knew in her heart that it was the last time she would watch snow. The thaw was forecast and she knew she would not see another English winter. She also knew our fun and games with him had ceased so her marks would fade, She sighed, picked up her pen and in her neat handwriting she began to write, after the first sentence she consulted the old paper she had shown us all...

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Episode 21 8211 Seducing Reddy

Gautam was very excited about visiting his in-laws again. In the plane, he almost got wet remembering the encounter with his sister-in-law, Rashmi, from his last visit. That time, Kiran was admitted in the nursing home to deliver the baby. And Gautam was alone and restless. It was an accident to begin with, and since Rashmi already had a weakness for Gautam, they did it every following night. But this time Kiran will be around at home itself, so Gautam was concerned if he could take some...

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Sarah Carerra 202 Tonight with Sarah Carerra

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: August 9, 2010) Chapter 2 - Tonight with Sarah Carerra The next few days passed slowly, but I was glad for the calm that had settled after the concert was over. It was a good break from the full- throttle schedule that I had been...

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Sarah Carerra Chapter 9 The Debut Album

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: November 23, 2009) Chapter 9 - The Debut Album We were standing in the lobby of Olympic Records, having a good laugh at the name, when Scott came up to us. "Mr. Campbell," he said while extending his hand towards my dad....

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Sarah Carerra Chapter 41 Backstage Pass

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: June 28, 2010) Chapter 41 - Backstage Pass "You were awesome!" Sophie said as the girls and I stepped out of the backstage area and made our way toward the building with the dressing rooms. I was disappointed to come off stage and...

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Irenes story Chapter 10 Lunch with Alfredo

I rose early Saturday, anxious and nervous about what the day might bring.  I was still in my robe, sipping my latte on the veranda with Oscar when my cell phone 'binged', alerting me to an incoming text message. Smiling at Oscar, I said, "Oh, a text from my lunch date today." The text ready simply, 'are we still on for lunch? Alfredo'. I smiled as I realized that Alfredo was as anxious as I was. I quickly typed, 'Sure. I'm still game if you are'. Instantly, the phone 'binged' again, "Great....

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Introduction: Fuck-Fest Finale: 2 Sisters, 1 Brother, Their Dad & 1 Boyfriend I was flying high above Europe. Only an hour before my plane would land on Schiphol Amsterdam Airport. Finally home after being away for more than six weeks. But it had been worth it: I made a few bucks shooting an interesting film, getting laid most of the nights, fucking with the beautiful Dawn. God, my cock missed her already, although it only had been a few hours. We had said our goodbyes at the airport. Dawn was...

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Jack Redman

CHAPTER 1 Six years on from college graduation, Lana, Chloe, Jo and Addison met for their weekly Friday lunch at the Palm Court Café in the heart of the gallery of Palm Court Mall. From such a strategic location they could let fly waspish asides on unfashionably dressed women, wave to people they knew and rev up their hormones by watching, minds racing, the occasional credible hunk passing by and checking out their tits. Jo Lund had been last to arrive, her face an excited pink. ‘Babes do I...

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