The Gigolo Chronicles Part 1 Katherine
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One of my second cousins, Andy Von Scouries, a psychiatrist, is the hero of the following tale (they still use the Von in their branch of the family). When Andy and his sister were down visiting in Florida last winter they told me about some of his most interesting cases. He was hoping I'd write some of them up for him so he also left me a copy of his case notes and some of the video of the various sessions to ensure accuracy. Next time I'm up visiting him he's promised to let me sit in on...
The phone rang for the third time before Katherine picked it up. Cursing the interruption she turned her slim pink vibrator off and answered."Hello.""Hi, Katherine. It's me, Shelly. What are you up to?""Oh, nothing," Katherine answered her daughter-in-law. "What are you doing?""I thought I would call to see if you wanted to have lunch. John is getting ready to go golfing today and I wanted to get out of the house. What do you say?" Shelly asked."John's going golfing? I would have thought my son...
"Who giveth away the Bride?" the preacher asked. "I, Bjoern Isebrand of Lauheim, give away my sister Nele Isebrand, a maid of free birth, to be wed to the Noble Arnulf of Erlenburg." Bjoern's voice was strong, yet wistful. Giving Nele away came hard for the Isebrands. They all loved and cherished their youngest sibling. There was no turning back, though, and Bjoern placed his sister's hand in Arnulf's left hand. "Do you, Gøtz Rudolf Ernst, Baron of Erlenburg, consent to the wedding...
Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...
Kristy begs her sister for help while the parents are away. My older sister Kristi is home from college. Last fall when she left for school, I immediately took over her old room, and Dad tuned my bedroom into his office. I was so happy to move into her bigger room (and bigger bed), but now that Kristi is home, her and I are sharing that bedroom. It's been great, sort of like we are little k**s again, and it's been fun.I guess we are a lot alike. I mean, we even look like each other. We are...
A woman?s transcriptions of her thoughts during various lifestyle d/s activities I wonder what she?s doing. I wonder how long it will take. Hey, welcome and thanks for reading. It feels good to have someone actually pay attention to my thoughts. It seems crazy, but I literally never get a chance to share my feelings with anyone. It?s true! I work as a secretary, and I?m the only non-professional that works in my whole building. No one ever talks to me-- I just answer phones all day. ...
The first two things a person noticed when they met Katherine was one: her long, flawless, slender legs, and two; her beautifully shaped face. Any supermodel would have killed for such long, slender legs, especially with such soft, sun kissed skin. Moreover, Katherine knew to show them off, always wearing shorts or short dresses, tight jeans or short jumpsuits. And heels. She always wore heels that made her legs look even longer. It was probably all the running that had made her legs that fit...
I lit a cigarette and started walking down the sidewalk. It was a beautiful day — seventy degrees with a slight cool breeze. Perfect weather for the middle of June. Briefcase and blazer in one hand, I crossed the street and began heading toward my upper flat four blocks down. I blew a thin stream of smoke and began reminiscing about my long day at the office. I had had a presentation that day with a large Internet firm, so I had been up late the night before preparing. I was slightly tired and...
My boyfriend has some really weird friends and neighbors. One couple, who live just down the block from James, loved to throw themed parties. Costumes are always part of it, but during the party, you are supposed to stay in character. For example, last New Year's Eve they held a 1930's Prohibition-themed party. Everyone was a 1930's Gangster or Gun Moll. We had a Bonnie and Clyde, a John Dillinger and the Lady in Red . . . you get the idea.James and I didn’t go the typical route and came in...
LesbianKatie and I dated through the first three years of high school and most of the summer before our senior year. Katie was Catholic and took her virginity seriously. We never got as far as penetration, but over the years we did just about everything else. I got pretty good at bringing her to orgasm with my fingers, and had an intimate and loving relationship with her big boobs and prominent nipples. For her part, Kate quickly reached virtuoso status on the skin flute, and would happily play...
Thursday Week 20 Dave extracted himself from Jill's arms as she lay sleeping beside him and went to the ensuite. After showering, he dressed and started getting breakfast ready. He didn't have far to go today, but there was a lot to see and do. Jill stirred, saw Dave working in the kitchenette and said "what are you doing, lover, why up and dressed already with no love for your woman?" "Time you got that pretty little body out of bed and joined me. We've got things to do today,...
He sat alone on the bench, watching the sunrise over the distant chimneys of the factory and noted the shadow lines creep towards his feet, bathing the cemetery in winter sun. His breath, like momentary white ghosts, became highlighted in the wan, late autumn light. He had been there, contemplating, for two hours or, ignoring the chill and watching the day unfold. How he hated this Sunday each year, hated the march of veterans, but was drawn in some morbid fascination annually. Each year, he...
Remember?Do you remember.... how I knelt on the bed between your sprawled legs and settled there, like a contented kitten, to place my lips softly around your engorged cock....Do you remember me raising my eyes to yours.... waiting... questioning... wondering about how you like it.... how you wanted this to go....Do you remember my hot, moist, tongue tracing circles around the head of your desire while I lightly fingered your tight, firm balls.... remember how it filled me up, to pleasure you...
I got the call late one Sunday evening, and the last thing I ever expected was her bouncing voice to come flying over the line at my ears. “Remember me?” She didn’t wait for my answer. “It’s Cora. I used to live three houses down the street from you.” Remember her? It wasn’t like I could forget. How could I ever forget one of those pivotal people in my childhood? And, as far as sexual awakening goes, Cora was the overriding figure of my teenage years. The years washed away faster than my...
I got the call late one Sunday evening, and the last thing I ever expected was her bouncing voice to come flying over the line at my ears. “Remember me?” She didn’t wait for my answer. “It’s Cora. I used to live three houses down the street from you.” Remember her? It wasn’t like I could forget. How could I ever forget one of those pivotal people in my childhood? And, as far as sexual awakening goes, Cora was the overriding figure of my teenage years. The years washed away faster than my...
Straight SexRemember, remember, as if you could forget the memories that are seared upon your mind. The clouds of forgetfulness hang heavy around you, but you must remember so that you can bring about justice to the one who has wronged you so evilly. Before this all began you thought that evil was just a concept, a word to be applied to something bad when it appeared on the television news or in the papers. Now you know that evil has a face, and you must remember. Remember! You remember that it started...
It really does seem like yesterday that we met. I don’t think that either of us knew just what was in store for us that day. I sit here remembering that day. We had been introduced online six weeks before. Oh how we would talk. Well, ok, after I decided to stop running away and realized that a friend would be nice to have. After all, everyone needs a friend. Oh the hours of conversations we would have. It was so nice to be able to talk to someone, to share my thoughts, my desires, and yes my...
Author unknown.It was back in the early 70’s that I was to have my introduction to dental gas anaesthesia…..I was sitting in the dentist’s chair waiting for the local dentist to finish his examination, when he suddenly turned round to his assistant and instructed them to ask my mother to come into the surgery as the dentist would like to talk to her. My mother came into the surgery and the dentist started talking to her, I couldn’t understand everything that was being said but I did hear the...
REMEMBERING, PART 2 Tina Summers had known within three weeks of her marriage that it had been a mistake. One reason was discovering she had become an object of derision on the part of the secretaries at the advertising firm where both she and her husband Mitchell worked. Because they knew about his serial infidelities and she, apparently, did not. As it happened, she was well aware of her new husband's peccadilloes. The fact of them didn't bother her. She hadn't married him for the...
“Okay, folks! I think we can wrap it up and get back to work,” said the brand new manager of the Atakapa Regional Water Treatment Facility. “Angela,” the six-foot-two-inch dark-skinned man said, “what time do I have to meet the realtor?”“You’re scheduled to meet her at the first house in twenty minutes, sir,” answered his new short and plump secretary.“Alright then. I better get going.”“Roger that, sir. I emailed you the location and a link on Google maps. Should take you right there.”“Thanks....
Remembering Faggot Boy QASIMBy: Londebaaz ChohanI cannot say why but I am remembering one of my bona fide gay bottom boy Qasim since the last week almost. First time I met him was in a chat room of a gay site on the internet. He was answering everybody and sounded sweet. The reasons, I got interested in him were multi folds. He was admitting that he was gay, he was admitting that he was a self-proclaimed born to be a bottom and he was hardly half an hour away from me. If those were not the...
I was driving home after my lovely night with Charlie. The night before I had my first kissing and sucking of cock. I was remembering the first touching of our hard cocks; the slow frotting and the sweet kisses. I remembered the taste of Charlies cum... when he exploded deep in my throat, his twitching large cock.The drive home was long and after a few hours of country driving and remembering our cock sucking and slurping, my cock was hard and aching to be worked. I found a quite place, not...
"Remember me. That is all I ask from you." The slip of paper with those two short sentences slides down onto the cold asphalt floor. The flat is dead silent. The nostalgic feeling sweeps through the air. The group of friends wander around their dead friend's home, touching each object gently. They feel that the things still keep a piece of Lee's soul. From corner to corner, each item reminds them of some aspect of Lee. She passed away exactly 3 hours 55 minutes and 27 seconds earlier. A...
HI! I have been crossdressing since I was about 7-years-Old. Just the other day a lady friend of mine, (who knows I'm a crossdresser), anyway, she asked me how I first started dressing. She also wanted to know what made me put on a dress in the first place? It's funny, I haven't told that many people how I started out. I would just say that I was hooked with this great feeling I had as soon as I put the dress on. I was hooked so bad that I would steal and hide one of my sister's party...
When I was sixteen years old, one my dad’s old drinking buddies said to me, one day, “Son, you probably don’t realise it now, but these are the best years of your life. Once you finish school, it’s all downhill from there. Mark my words on that.” My heart kind of sank when he told me that, and I thought, You mean, this is as good as it gets?To put it, mildly, my school years weren’t the happiest years of my life. I was skinny, kind of shy, and I didn’t have a lot of self-confidence. As for...
Straight SexFor those who have been with me all the way, I am most grateful for your very kind words and encouragement. It would not have been possible to get through this without you. If you haven’t read it up to now, it would help you to please give the preceding chapters a look first, as nothing will make much sense otherwise. For those interested in a sexually oriented story, please visit some of the earlier chapters, as there is no sex in this final offering. All this chapter is, is the end. * ...
I have been remembering experiencing my first ever sexual encounter as a f******n year old teenage boy.My school was all boys, and just before this episode I had already enjoyed the attentions of one of the masters, who had introduced me to the joy of some-one, other than me, playing with my cock.I had been encouraged by him to fondled and touch his cock and I watched him cum into my hand whilst I wanked is big cock etc. I think now that he must have also been playing with a lot of my...
[23:53] Tjampion: Is everyone here? [23:53] nar8tor: not yet. waiting on durden. [23:55] System: User "Durd3n" has just connected. [23:55] Durd3n: Wazzzuuuup!? [23:56] Tjampion: Now are we ready? [23:56] Durd3n: hey guyz! Sry Im late. Crzy nite! [23:57] nar8tor: yes. ready. [23:58] Private message from Tjampion: Are you seriously friends with her? [23:59] Private message to Tjampion: she grows on you. [00:00] Durd3n: wat r u waiting 4? [00:01] Tjampion: Sorry. I was just...
REMEMBERING, PART 1 "So, how about you let us take our chances, hey?" Bianca squinted down at what the man was offering her, struggling to make out the notes in the dim light of the alleyway. It wasn't really enough ... but she was desperate. She nodded and slipped the condoms back into her bag, trying to ignore the sniggering from the man's companion. Fifteen minutes later, she was back inside the club, all too conscious of the cum coating her mouth and streaking her stockings as...
Chapter 2: Our First Time Three and a half months have gone by since we first met. We saw each other as often as we could. We talked every day. You had become an important part of my life. The winter was unseasonably warm up until New Year’s weekend. A bad snowstorm was in the forecast. We both were scared that if I waited until Saturday to go to visit you, I wouldn’t be able to make it. It was decided, I was going up on Friday. We had a wonderful evening together. Then again, we always do....
A Weekend to remember. Part 1 My first attempt at writing anything so be kind. All constructive thoughts welcome. It is a true story, however I have changed the names. Rusty was glad it was Friday because he had the weekend off. He headed out the main gate of the Naval Air Station, turned left and walked 200 yards to the small covered city bus stop. Rusty would make the city bus to San Francisco. This had been his routine for the past fourteen months when he had the weekend off. This weekend...
Oral SexThank you so much for the enthusiastic response to the first two chapters of Remembering Becky. Becky and David’s date continues ….. * I stepped aside as Becky came back into my apartment with her overnight bag. The initial shock of Becky’s suggestion about spending the night was wearing off and was being replaced by a whole spectrum of emotions. Excitement was definitely one of them, along with nervousness. A whole lot of nervousness. Becky was what I dreamed about, wished for and hoped...
REMEMBERING BETHANY PART 5 : BY THE PIANO MAN In which our heroine meets Broad Billy: hijinks ensue Adele, my wife had somehow guessed something about Beth and I. There was a continuing tirade about some ‘little white tramp’ down at the bar where I worked weekend nights and I was on an increasingly short leash. Adele was waiting up for me every night and the only car I could drive was the MG. She also took to calling the bar and the rehab clinic at Fitzsimons Hospital where I worked during the...
IllustratedA/N: My bones are tired and worn from doing schoolwork…and writing this. Feel honored. ^^ There’s some…dramatic bits here. Kind of felt forced to me but oh well. Enjoy. oOo Darkness… A memory was etched into her mind, trying to get her attention. Pain… It clawed and bit and tugged at her consciousness. She wanted desperately to ignore it. Hate. But as she stared into the cold gray blue eyes of Estafana, she couldn’t push it away anymore. She remembered, no matter how much she didn’t...
To put it, mildly, my school years weren’t the happiest years of my life. I was skinny, kind of shy, and I didn’t have a lot of self-confidence. As for girls, well, just forget all about that, too. They weren’t interested in me at all, and I used to get all kinds of crap about being so skinny. My friends were mostly from the non-athletic group, although, being built like a greyhound, I was always good at running, both on the track and cross-country, so at least I got on okay with the school...
To anyone I have ever told this story to I call him the L'phant Man and not because of a deformed face but because his cock looks like an L'phant's trunk that's what I called them before I learned how to say the word and it was the scariest looking cock I had ever seen even in photo's or video's I had never seen a cock like this one! And I thought as he climbed behind me with it “This is going to HURT!” So let me begin my story...It was a Friday night and I was bored I had no date there...
REMEMBERING, PART 3 Jordan Kassapedis had a lot of things going for her. She was tall and athletic, with a natural talent for just about any form of sport. Her iron powers of self-control when it came to diet and her love of exercise and gym work had kept her in fabulous shape, and she never seemed to fall ill. She was good-looking in a determinedly boyish sort of way, warm and funny to those who knew her, and if not academically inclined, then generally clever in a practical sense....
Let me introduce myself, my name is Amanda, I’m eighteen years old, and still live at home with my mother and younger brother Bryan who is seven. This is a story of how Christmas took on a whole new meaning for me. Our Christmas tree was lopsided, with a few bald spots, and even looked more pathetic with the few presents under it. However, it was all my mother could afford. Ever since the divorced she barely enough money to pay bills, let alone buy presents. You see, my dad is a penny...
Introduction: This is a story, with a little bit of sex in it, so if youre after a bonk-fest look elsewhere. I hope that you enjoy it though, should you bother to read it. Remember That Night&hellip,&hellip,. I remember that night, the first time I met him. The older lady said. The younger woman sitting alongside cocked her head to one side, and listened intently. I had taken a sabbatical from my university studies, and gone travelling. She continued Unheard of at the time, but the idea of a...
This material is meant for readers of 18 yrs old or older. If you are not 18 please leave now. This story is fictional. Please send me any feed back you may have. To the love of my life, I still remember the first Valentine’s Day we were together. We had met the previous May and been married in November so this was the first time we had been together on Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s fell on a Friday and I told you I had to work when in reality I took the day off to watch you. I had spent...
The holidays are always chaotic and sometimes even a disaster. Lots of cooking, family gatherings and always a new child screaming about playing tag with all the other rug rats. Red wine stains on the white carpet, and uncles who couldn’t maintain their liqueur intake. Usually passing out in the most inconvenient places, like the only bathroom or a nosedive onto the dining room table. Not this year. This year was a time for a relaxing vacation on the southern East Coast. As the plane lifted...
A Weekend to remember. Part 1 My first attempt at writing anything so be kind. All constructive thoughts welcome. It is a true story, however I have changed the names. Rusty was glad it was Friday because he had the weekend off. He headed out the main gate of the Naval Air Station, turned left and walked 200 yards to the small covered city bus stop. Rusty would make the city bus to San Francisco. This had been his routine for the past fourteen months when he had the weekend off. This weekend...
I have been dating or married to the same woman for over 12 years now. So my single days were quite a ways away at this point. Therefore, much of my sex and hook-up stories resulted from the use of AOL chat rooms. For nostalgia sake, I'd like to take you back to 1998 and recount a pretty interesting and amusing story.As some of you may remember, on AOL you could scan member's profiles for people near you. As would most, I would customarily have three or four chat boxes going with three or four...
Remembering Charlie with Nelson and Caroline (3rd chapter Charlie series).Nelson and I had a long rest, a unique and so satisfying experience it was, I think for both of us! In the morning, I ordered breakfast and had a quick shower. Refreshed, I wore the white robe the hotel provided. It wasn’t long a knock on the door announced breakfast and I opened the door. What a surprise! No one other than Caroline wheeled in our breakfast, she looked super hot in her smart black and tight uniform. I...
This story continues directly on from my previous story, “Remember Me? - Part 1”In the morning, I woke up from a deep sleep, where I had been dreaming, with crystal clarity and amazing detail, about my high school days. I was lying on my right side, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at an unfamiliar window. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, but then I remembered. I was in my hotel room, and I had gone to the reunion. I turned to lie on my back, and then the other memories...
Straight SexI wish to thank my evil twin vella for taking the time to edit for me. This is my first try at Romance, be gentle with me. * It was another rainy day, the third one in a row to be exact. I decided to brave the downpour and go to the little coffee shop next door for my daily dose of courage. On my way back to the gallery a young man who decided to do an impromptu dance sidetracked me. He was singing while he swayed from side to side and then hopped over a fire hydrant. His female companion...
Am I remembering? Or is it something from a lifetime ago? Before we were we, when you were you and I was me. It was a crazy time. The streets were burning, and I was there. Did I know you then? No, I don't think so. I would remember. I knew you were near, though. I could feel you. I know that now. All I knew then was that there was ... something ... incomplete ... about the way I was living. And behaving. My parents would never have understood. Or even recognized me. During that...
Look, man, everybody whines about turning thirty in private, you know that. I’m just honest about it with my friends is all. And it isn’t just being thirty. Maybe it’s the city and the tiny apartment and the bouncing from one job to another for ten years. I like it most of the time but it ain’t where I thought I’d be when I was a kid. I never wanted to live in the suburbs like Missy probably is now, but it’d be nice to have the option, you know? And I don’t. I can’t afford that bedroom...
I haven’t seen Johnny Marquart in at least 30 years and probably closer to 35. I was six when I first moved into the housing project. Johnny and Bobby lived across the street on the circle with their mother Pearl, there little brother Bunker, and their sisters Cathy and Flossie and little sister Maryanne. I don’t remember the first time I met them. I believe Johnny was a little older than me, he was kinda the leader in the little group of friends I hung around then. I remember he had blond...
“I remember that night, the first time I met him.” The older lady said. The younger woman sitting alongside cocked her head to one side, and listened intently. “I had taken a sabbatical from my university studies, and gone travelling.” She continued “Unheard of at the time, but the idea of a ‘gap year’ is quite common, now, of course.” The young woman nodded in encouragement, but did not speak, she simply continued to listen. “I’d wound up on Skiathos, in the Mediterranean Sea” the old...
This story continues directly on from my previous story, “Remember Me? – Part 1” In the morning, I woke up from a deep sleep, where I had been dreaming, with crystal clarity and amazing detail, about my high school days. I was lying on my right side, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at an unfamiliar window. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, but then I remembered. I was in my hotel room, and I had gone to the reunion. I turned to lie on my back, and then the other...
It was a hot, lonely summer evening. My wife was away on a girlfriend's trip. I was out of town myself, spending the weekend at my parent's house. They were away on vacation and I was 'house-sitting' for them. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the local bar. It had been twenty years since I'd been to the place. I used to hang out there with my friends during our college years, as usual, trying to pick up women. I was enjoying a beer, laughing to myself realizing the pictures on the...
Gay Male— My senior prom is memorable in lots of ways, most memorable to me is the blowjob. I'd rented a limo and got a room at the Hilton for our after party. I had some money for this as I'd been doing a little work for local businesses. Installing accounting and office systems, things like that. Though the thing which paid best was the tech support once I'd installed the system. So I could afford to turn up to Jasmine's in a stretch limo. Her dad opened the door, "Good evening Mr...
Thank you for hanging in there so far and especially for the wonderful support and encouragement shown me by so many, both public and private. * A picnic? Well, I wasn’t planning on anything like that yesterday when this grand adventure started. Then again, there wasn’t a whole lot that had occurred that WAS expected. Dreams and expectations are two totally different things. So as Becky turned on the shower, I briefly thought about what we could bring on this picnic. Seconds later, when I...
Thanks for following along so far. This chapter deals with a part of Becky and David’s relationship which has struck a definite chord with a great number of readers, judging by the incredible number of anonymous comments I have gotten. Thanks for them all, and there’s no real need to be shy about what you like either. We’re all friends here. As the story nears its conclusion, Becky and David keep rolling merrily along… * The months flew past, and summer soon turned to fall, which became...
Thank you so much for continuing with me and for your support and encouragement. * That was how we began, and we became a couple after that weekend… sort of. As Becky had warned me, there was only so much of her to go around. Although her oldest was off at college, Kelly was graduating high school and shopping around for a college of her own. Then there was this Jerry, whoever the hell he was. How did he feel about this arrangement? Who knows? Probably not over-enthused, I would imagine,...
Roland Bell concluded that Las Vegas had advantages as a place for 850 neurologists to discuss pain, advantages beyond having more hotel rooms than any other city in America. For those devoting their careers to investigating pain and confronting its harrowing extremes, chronic urgency was an occupational hazard. By its nature, however, urgency could not be permanent, it was by definition an acceleration of life’s norm. Still, raked by the cries, moans, screams—and the shattering pleas for...
Edited by luvtaread * ‘Not long after the snowy weekend Katy got the good news that she was pregnant, but it was a few more months before Ashley was ready. So as the school year was wrapping up I arrived home to a strange sight…’ Brandon had no sooner entered his home than Katy rushed up to him and said, ‘Hurry doctor it’s the patient upstairs she’s critical.’ Katy was wearing her sexy nurse outfit that told him some sort of game was going on and if he was right it was one of his...