HANDYMAN short story
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"Please, come in." At first, I thought the door had been opened remotely. It was only after my eyes traveled downward a good distance that the speaker came into view, but what a view! Raven black hair with hints of bronze and copper that fell straight to her waist, china doll face, eyes downcast - everything about this diminutive lady spoke of fragile delicacy, while her manner shouted docility. Despite its slenderness, there was nothing boyish about her figure. The traditional silk,...
Johnstr Mark had worked in construction since he was a child. His father ran a construction company and Mark had been his helper as he grew up. After his father died, Mark went to work for himself. His mother died a few years after his father. He was in his mid 30s now and was on the road. He had lived in a town that had one major employer. The town had done well until the plant closed. One by one in a domino effect, stores closed. Jobs disappeared and the town folded up. There were more...
Dear Readers, This is my real sex story. I’m Himansh K., 22 y/o civil engineering graduate living in Delhi with my parents. My engineering job with an MNC company is yet to start in a few months, so nowadays I usually just hang out with my friends the entire day besides helping out my younger brother with his homework and physical exercise. I’m a fitness enthusiast and even though I have a lean body, I have worked hard to sculpt it very well. My father owns a small business of handymen. It’s a...
Handyman Susanna says: - How many of those builders and handymen have we all looked at when they come around and repair or replace bits in and around our houses have we looked at and yearned for this situation to develop. This is one of those 'what if' stories as far as I am concerned, but there have been one or two builders recently who I swear would've been well up for it, if I had the confidence to take the next public step! Anthony looked at the clock and realised that he...
Roger a fifty-four years old widower lives in the southern part of the USA. He stood about five-foot five, has average weight, black hair, brown eyes, and a muscular build. He doesn't consider himself handsome, or someone women would find attractive. So he doesn't have an interested in looking for someone, or dating. He spends his week like the average man, working, taking care of his home and son. While shopping at the local market one Friday he met and has become friends with an older woman...
The doorbell rang and Janice went to see who was there. Her friend from work, Babs, was standing on the porch. Janice invited her in and said, “Hi Babs, come on in. What brings you to our humble abode?” “Hi Janice, I have been all over town looking at patio furniture and I can’t find anything that I like. I remembered you told me that you had some made for your back yard. I thought I would like to take a look at it if you don’t mind.” “Not at all, come on back and have a peek.” She...
The doorbell rang and Nancy went to see who was there. Her friend from work, Babs, was standing on the porch. Nancy invited her in and said, “Hi Babs, come on in. What brings you to our humble abode?” “Hi Nancy, I have been all over town looking at patio furniture and I can’t find anything that I like. I remembered you told me that you had some made for your back yard. I thought I would like to take a look at it if you don’t mind.” “Not at all, come on back and have a peek.” She led...
Mark was working in the back yard, building a picnic table and happened to look up to the living room window. He saw Sharon and another girl looking out. They seemed to be watching him. He didn’t think much about it until later when he noticed they were still there. As noon approached, Mark came back inside and was washing up and getting ready for lunch. When Mark walked into the kitchen, Sharon asked what he would like to eat. “I think I would like a sandwich and maybe a bowl of soup...
My Handyman experience I Have lots of stories to tell you all, this is another i think you will enjoyI was asked to price a job for a letting agency who were looking after a small flat, the garden patio slabs needed to be dug up and replaced as they were loose and uneven, I viewed the work and gave them a price, the landlord agreed the price and we arranged to start the work the following week.I arrived at the premises and the tenant came out to introduce herself, a lovely lady i guessed was in...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Roger a fifty-four years old widower lives in the southern part of the USA. He stood about five-foot five, has average weight, black hair, brown eyes, and a muscular build. He doesn’t consider himself handsome, or someone women would find attractive. So he doesn’t have an interested in looking for someone, or dating. He spends his week like the average man, working, taking care of his home and son. While shopping at the local market one Friday he met and has become friends with an older woman...
Monday! Monday! Monday! Another rainy weekend results in miserable traffic. Shhhheesh a little rain in Miami and people forget how to drive. The traffic report stated “826 West has been closed from 27th Ave to 47th, its a parking lot now all the way from 57th to 103rd.” I wasn’t in a hurry I just hate sitting in traffic, having borrowed Tom’s truck this weekend, I was on my way to return it. Tom wasn’t in a hurry either along his license was suspended DUI, and he recently broke his leg when he...
years back I got a call for doing a repairs on a bathroom sink. I normally don't do these but she sounded sexy on the phone practically begging my to come over and fix it. I got the apartment address from her and she said to call when I was at the door. I arrive and called the number, then said "I'll be right down" very happily to let me in. She comes down in her silk bathrobe and looks fantastic, a little chubby but big tits, pretty face, good smile, hungry blue eyes, early 30s, brunette. I...
A True storyI work as a handy man and get to meet lots of people doing lots of diffident jobsI have to tell you about a lady i work for, she calls me up once a month to do little jobs around her home, she is a lot older than me she must be in her late sixties but really looks after herself, i had been working for her for about a year when one day i had just finished a job and mentioned i had to leave early to go home to clean up as i was meeting my daughter later. She asked me if i wanted a...
Monday! Monday! Monday!Another rainy weekend results in miserable traffic. Shhhheesh a little rain in Miami and people forget how to drive.The traffic report stated “826 West has been closed from 27th Ave to 47th, its a parking lot now all the way from 57th to 103rd.”I wasn't in a hurry I just hate sitting in traffic, having borrowed Tom's truck this weekend, I was on my way to return it.Tom wasn't in a hurry either along his license was suspended DUI, and he recently broke his leg when he fell...
Wife LoversJackson Davis lived in a trailer in the woods east of Smyrna, Tennessee on the banks of Stewart Creek. He was proud to be a redneck. He was barely literate, far from hygienic, and his only close relationship was with Jack Daniels. He enjoyed drinking, Nascar, pro-wrestling, and porno. Statistically speaking, he was more likely than most to be abducted by aliens. Nevertheless, it still came as quite a shock when the big glowing sphere bathed his pickup with an eerie green light as he drove home...
The rest of the week was unexceptional; a fence repair (replacing three panels of lapped fencing that had disintegrated with age) several drawers in a flat-pack desk that the bottoms had dropped out of (people will insist on filling them with heavy stuff like CDs), an overflowing toilet cistern, and several light-fittings that needed replacement. When it got to Saturday morning, I was glad I had nothing booked. I had, in fact, forgotten about Katryn. Is that Freudian, or what? I was sitting...
I didn’t know what to expect when I called round to see Wendy. What I saw when she opened the door set the tone. Wendy is fairly tall – about five foot nine, with short, dark, curly hair. When I’ve called to do some work, she’s usually been dressed to accentuate her excellent figure, but not that night. Oh, no. Arran polo-neck sweater, quite loose, cords (baggy) flat shoes ... actual deck-shoes. Not a trace of make-up. Not that it bothered me, I hate it when I get makeup on my shirts. Or my...
After breakfast and washing up, I set to and uncovered the mainsail. Wendy started the motor – just as well to make sure it’s working before casting off – I untied the warps and coiled them before placing them in the lazarette, then pushed Curlew out into the pool, jumping on board just as she cleared the pontoon. I hoisted the mainsail as Wendy steered into the wind aiming for the exit, ‘swigging’ on the halyard to make sure the sail was as high as it could be. Wendy pulled the tiller toward...
Sitting there, in the warm cabin, with the rain beating down and the wind whistling through the rigging, with my arm wrapped round Wendy, her warmth pressed against me ... felt right. How could I have missed it? “I’m sorry I’ve been so thick,” I whispered. She looked up at me. “That’s alright, you can’t help it, you’re a man.” She laughed, softly. “Better that way than trying to get into the pants of every woman you meet.” Something akin to magnetism, or perhaps gravity, drew our lips...
We got our showers in the morning, which was probably a ‘Good Thing’, before having breakfast. It was Easter Sunday - it was hard to believe so much had changed since Thursday night. The wind was now south-easterly. We’d be going nowhere under sail that day, even if we’d wanted to. A couple of barges had left on the rising tide, others had been gone since Friday, but as it was a holiday, people were setting up on the quay; someone demonstrating and selling decorative knot-work, various...
We moved on; with west-south-westerlies, we sailed up to Wivenhoe on the last of the flood, (you may not want to hear this, but Wendy’s period began on the way up) round the next day on the ebb back to the Orwell, reaching Pin Mill in the early evening of Wednesday. We treated ourselves to a meal in the Butt and Oyster before retiring to enjoy what intimacy was pleasant for both of us. Thursday morning, we took a walk along by the river, and left Pin Mill to work over the last of the flood to...
I wouldn’t like you to think that getting down to breakfast was a rapid procedure, because it wasn’t. I was in no great hurry to let go of Wendy and she seemed in no hurry to let go of me. When our bladders forced us to get up we took a shower together for the first time. That was fun. Would you believe I’d never done that before? Well, you can believe it wasn’t long before it became a regular event. Breakfast was healthy. Fortunately I quite like muesli (as long as it’s not from the...
Course I was young and spent my money as fast as I earned it. I stay away from credit as much is possible, paid off up my credit card on each billing cycle. My parents got themselves in so much debt I learned that lesson having to do without while my father paid down his credit cards. Early in the spring of 2006 I met Nicole, Nikki we all called her. Nikki was a beauty standing 5 foot six with dark hair, dark, dark Brown eyes that seem to be bottomless. I could stare into her beautiful...
The story "Bad Behavior Corrected" is a fictional work written by me. Any use or reposting of this story without my permission is not allowed. Your behavior has been terrible the last week. You have been disobedient, lazy, and disrespectful.I order you to report to me for your punishment. You arrive wearing a shirt that shows off your pert little tits and jeans that are like a second skin. You have on a pair of white running shoes that look new. I make you stand in front of me and look me in...
SpankingThe girls got back to the boarding school and went into the dorm building. One of the house mistresses, Mrs Lowe, was in the dining area.“Did you get in?” she asked Emma.Emma replied, “We did, Miss.”Mrs Lowe asked with a smile, “What, and they showed you around?”Emma carried on lying. “Yes, Miss. We got taken around the reception area and the upper floors, and they even showed us an Adjustment Chamber.”“Goodness,” Mrs Lowe replied. “I don’t think I would want to even see it.”Emma smiled as she...
SpankingNeha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 frame, straightening her blue blouse, before moving to the shorts she had paired with them. Noticing a slight blemish on the right leg, she turned to change it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her elder sister and her friend. Dropping the plan to change her shorts, she began to apply sunscreen to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside. As she applied the cream...
I had been frustrated while in college. In order to avoid the draft, I was enrolled in ROTC. Unfortunately, the unit was a Military Police unit and I wanted to be a doctor. My grandfather was a physician but my dad, his son, was in Insurance. He had his own independent agency and was doing very well financially. I wanted nothing to do with insurance or business in general. My focus was medicine. For this I needed exceptionally good grades and all the prerequisite courses required by medical...
We were still randy when we do got home. We were in bed naked within seconds, kissing, sucking, licking each other. I sank my cock into her and felt her smooth hot cunt wrap itself around me. I moved round and round, grinding her clit with the base of my cock, feeling her tits sliding under my chest and her hard nipples brushing against mine. God, it was good. We were both ultra aroused. She was soaking wet and I was as hard and big as I get. She slipped a finger in my ass and I had one...
Chapter 1 I've always had a fondness for women's clothing, dating back to when I was a young boy. For most of my life, I kept that under control, but, as I got older, the fascination only increased. After I got married, I discovered I had an entire wardrobe of women's clothes to try on whenever my wife wasn't around. Eventually, the fear that I might soil or tear something of hers and get caught pushed me to invest in my own female clothing, which I managed to keep hidden in the...
My hand reaches out touching her breasts her hard nipples are under my thumbs; her back is arched pressing her breasts firmly into my hands. Moans of pure bliss feel my ears. My eyes are locked into her gaze, her green eyes sparkle with love and excitement. Her red hair is blown softly about by the summer’s breeze. She is setting on my lap with my harden cock fully within her; she grinds her hips and raises and then slowly drops, it won’t be long before she is having another orgasm. I...
"Come on, their not that loud" "Oh please, Alexis they so are, they always have them in their yard instead of the patio, and the music echos all through the valley" I copied my mother and let out a sigh, she was right. The neighbors had a lot of parties which was annoying at first but then I learnt to just put my earphones in and turn my music up to block out theirs and I didn't care anymore. What I did care about was my mum and dad complaining about it all the time. "Why do you and dad...
I was just an above average person in what I thought was a below average high school (My name's Lucas by the way). Sure I had great friends, and I was thought to be cool by most of the people, but I just felt like that this school did not challenge me whatsoever. I started to lose inspiration to even go to school, and I started to hate the people I was around. I just felt like I was surrounded by the sea of stupidity. Most of you know what I mean, what it feels like to be the only genius,...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My sister and I made a porn video, yes it sounds weird but it was different times and the situation was so dire, we were so desperate for money that it was the...
Pale as the moon with dark chestnut hair that rippled past her shoulders and with eyes the colour of pale violet; she was the living embodiment of his fantasies. She had long legs that were perfectly shaped, lush hips and a narrow waist. Her arms were tied above her head making her back arch and pushing her already impressive breasts into better view. The red and black corset she wore followed her divine shape like a glove and pushed her breasts up and together creating a cleavage he wanted...
Introduction: Michaels memories 5 By the time Susan and Michael had gotten their showers and got his car loaded it was almost 5 PM. They planned to take a leisurely drive to the cabin. The last time they had been to the cabin Michael was not able to drive. He was looking forward to this short trip with Susan. They planned on being at the cabin for two or three days to enjoy the peace and quiet of the woods and nature. On the trip up Susan broached the subject of Harold with Michael. She asked...
Introduction: This is my first story guys, be kind. Those bloody neighbors are having a party again my mum sighed, I smiled at her, Come on, their not that loud Oh please, Alexis they so are, they always have them in their yard instead of the patio, and the music echos all through the valley I copied my mother and let out a sigh, she was right. The neighbors had a lot of parties which was annoying at first but then I learnt to just put my earphones in and turn my music up to block out theirs...
Introduction: Saras Dad had always been proctive, till he falls in love with her. I believe in freedom of speech that means I say or write what I want. Why I write is just for the enjoyable of it. What I write is fiction. There still just characters in a story. Ill certainly Im not the most hard-core author here. But I still would not recommend any of my writings for persons under eighteen. Actions and events in my stories are not recommended for real life, theyre fiction. Hope you enjoy the...
The story ‘Bad Behavior Corrected’ is a fictional work written by me. Any use or reposting of this story without my permission is not allowed. Your behavior has been terrible the last week. You have been disobedient, lazy, and disrespectful. I order you to report to me for your punishment. You arrive wearing a shirt that shows off your pert little tits and jeans that are like a second skin. You have on a pair of white running shoes that look new. I make you stand in front of me and look me in...
There are 4 main characters in this story the 42 year old Father, Frank Pierce, 18 year 1 month old daughter Mia, 5'9" tall 150 lbs. B cup breasts long auburn hair reaching to about the middle of her back, her 2 best friends Chyler 18 year 2 months old 5"6" tall 140 lbs. C cup breasts shoulder length brunette hair and Amy just 18 5"7" tall 145 lbs. D cup breasts long dark black hair reaching to her lower back. Other characters may be added depending on circumstances of the story. Father name is...
IncestMeanwhile back at my place we decided to hold a Creche Party for all the Black Brats we had hatched in our white wombs now!All our cucked hubbies would be looking after our ebony black sons…hahahaha. The neighbours and friends invited too, for maximum humiliation!!! Our studs would be on hand, just in-case our guests wanted to know who the Daddies were!Little skooly girl, Sue phoned me; she was weeping away and sucking in air painfully?‘Oh Mrs Smith, my titties are really aching and feel as if...
Tim stepped out of the shower that Saturday morning, towelled himself and contemplated an unsatisfied erection. Christina, his partner, was away on a company weekend seminar and wouldn’t be back until the following evening, which left only one solution. In the bedroom, he sorted through Chris’s lingerie drawer, chose a pair of pale blue knickers and retired to the bed.Wrapping the knickers round his shaft and stroking gently, savouring the stimulation of the soft material, he recalled the last...
IncestFor years I have lived life as a heterosexual man who enjoyed the diversion of dressing and acting like a girl until I met a man at a rest stop that treated and then used me like a girl. He gently seduced me with kind words flattering me with feminine pronouns and adjectives and then he started touching me gently and intimately slowly increasing the sexuality of his words and physical contact. While trying to recapture the intense feelings I experienced, I started cruising for sexperiances...
Hot Phone Sex By: SARTHAK AGRAWAL Hi.I m sarthak 23, male single from U.P. I regret the inconcenience to the readers as i have wrote wrong mobile number in my previous story HOt Phone sex. This is my true story about phone sex between me and one of my phone friend. Her name was Riya. Once upon I have dialed a mobile number wrongly and I heared a sweet voice of a girl. She told me that I hv dialed this number wrongly.After that I offered the phone friendship to her and she accepted it. During...
They spent the rest of the day at the park. Sarah realized she was being quiet, thoughts running through her head of the events from the night before over and over, so she decided to put her thoughts on hold and try to enjoy the day with and her dad. She grabbed 's hand and started running to their next ride, trying hard to be her old self. quickly grabbed Rob's hand to keep him close to her. As they continued walking around the amusement park, Sarah realized something she had not...
Brigadier Sir Harold Highchapel was not the sort of fellow who found amusement in the sordid affairs of the less fortunate underclasses that populated the closely built housing that had seemingly popped up overnight in the crumbling manors on the western part of the Oxford region. He was somewhat in disaccord with the slow creeping shift in demographics primarily because it impacted the voting patterns of the entire district. The maturing ex-military man was seldom in good health recently and...
Charles was extremely mad, he and Alatem had called Trok over an hour ago, the bastard still hadn't shown up. Finally Trok called to tell them he was where they had instructed him to meet them. Charles gave Alatem a kiss before he had Ally flash him to the surface. Charles looked around and motioned for Trok to advance, a strange smile crossed Trok's face then he ordered unseen assailants to open fire! At first Trok thought the strange man would get away but upon further investigating, he...
Disclaimer: This story contains adult language, themes, and the like; it should be viewed only by those of legal age. All other usual disclaimers for stories sent to this newsgroup apply -- we already know them, so there's no reason to retype them here. Any resemblance to anyone, living, dead, or undead, is entirely coincidental. Reposting on archival sites is permitted with the following provisions: (1) I am notified when such a posting is made, (2) this story may NOT be...
Correction By Julie O Edited By Itinerant Chapter 1 The sound of the police siren startled Carson as he drove down home from his job at the local mall. He looked in the rearview mirror and confirmed his worst fears as he saw the lights of the police cruiser flashing behind...
Trust is a word that gets tossed around a lot in the context of DS relationships but it's such an intangible and there is no set process in how to build or strengthen it. It can take ages to build and seconds to destroy. You know it when you have it, or when you've lost it but how did you get to that point? This is a story of how a bond of trust was strengthened following an emotional session of correction.They had gone through the usual steps of chatting online and felt that there was enough...
BDSMPolitical Correctness The Politics The political context of this story is important and increasingly real. Depending on your proclivities it may offer hope or despair or perhaps fantasy will become reality. I will leave you to judge. The UK Government seemed to be attracting more and more politicians who wanted to impose theoretical principles and social engineering techniques on its unsuspecting population. It was doing this whilst disregarding issues of infrastructure, good...
Ever heard of an unexplained pregnancy? Spontaneous combustion? Mysterious injury? Or even an impossible recovery? The problem is that ever so often life doesn’t quite work out as it should do and the car doesn’t quite hit the teacher, or even hits her too hard. Maybe the retired old man was meant to get shot by a burglar but the bullet missed, whatever the case, for some reason it happens from time to time and life deals with it through using a simple quick fix. In the case of Ben and...
The course correction Chapter One: She blinked her eyes and did a double take Jess stood in formation on the stage. He was sweating and still breathing heavily from the competition pose down. He looked down at his massive chest as it rose and fell with each breath. He still couldn't believe that this was happening - and yet here he was a professional bodybuilder competing for the first time! He worked very hard for this; and of course he hoped he won. Winning would bring some...
I met 43 year old Janet quite by chance. I am 28 years old and have always fancied older women so it felt really right. We met at a bar, one thing led to another, I went back to her house, had a few more drinks, played around a bit until Janet gave me a playful smack on my bottom. It didn’t hurt as I was wearing jeans, but I didn’t object, in fact I just blushed, and she could tell from the look on my face that I might take more. She smiled, and then a stern word later and I had taken down...
SpankingThe Hangman Cometh: A correction By Woodmanone Copyright February, 2013 (This is a reposting of the original story. There was a problem when I posted the continuation of the story called The Hangman Cometh: Tyler Rawlings. I’d had problems posting Part 2 and apparently the webmaster misunderstood the email concerning those problems and replaceed the first part with part 2 and then posted part 2 also. Hopefully this will help.) Another Western Adventure from my demented mind. It’s been a...
Copyright© 2005 by Stormbringer Ripley distanced himself from the men in the van as soon as it stopped on the side of the road. He took deep breaths of air to clear his head. The man he was teamed with stepped out of the passenger seat. Avery was a giant black man covered in muscles. Ripley had met him only an hour ago and was already totally intimidated. Ripley was a senior corrections officer and the black man was a lowly security guard with King security, but the black man exuded such power...
When Cadence woke up, she was in a concrete room. It measured about ten metres by five metres, the floor was rough and cold, and it was most certainly not where she had gone to sleep. There was only one entrance - an ominously heavy looking steel door - and there were no windows, only a grating in the floor and an air vent in the ceiling. The words "SPOILED BITCH" had been painted sloppily on one wall in red paint. Most concerning, Cadence was naked. There was a thin metal collar...
His name was David and I think he was the most beautiful guy in school. We were both about 5’9” at the time. I had short brown hair and baby blue eyes. There was only one time I spoke to him and that was when we were forced to be partners for an assignment. He was so beautiful, he turned me on everyday. I sat in first hour dreaming about what came second hour with him in it. Then came the magical moment when the bell rang and everyone scattered to class, this would be the moment I got to sneak...