Stockholm in 1940
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Daylight suddenly started to flood our suite on our second day in Stockholm and as I looked to my left Kay was still asleep and naked all bar her suspenders and tan nylons after our hot night with Damien, the scent of hot sex still filled the room and Kay’s pussy was still glistening in the light with pussy juice. Daylight suddenly started to flood our suite on our second day in Stockholm and as I looked to my left Kay was still asleep and naked all bar her suspenders and tan nylons after our...
WifeDaylight suddenly started to flood our suite on our second day in Stockholm and as I looked to my left Kay was still asleep and naked all bar her suspenders and tan nylons after our hot night with Damien, the scent of hot sex still filled the room and Kay’s pussy was still glistening in the light with pussy juice. Getting out of bed quietly for the bathroom I could not help but glance back at Kay and admire her beauty and sexuality just lying there having fulfilled one of my fantasies of seeing...
Daylight suddenly started to flood our suite on our second day in Stockholm and as I looked to my left Kay was still asleep and naked all bar her suspenders and tan nylons after our hot night with Damien, the scent of hot sex still filled the room and Kay’s pussy was still glistening in the light with pussy juice. Getting out of bed quietly for the bathroom I could not help but glance back at Kay and admire her beauty and sexuality just lying there having fulfilled one of my fantasies of seeing...
Stockholm revisitedA long work of both truth and fantasy for KayHaving got the green light on a renewal of a new contract it was time to get it signed off, this time it was decided that Kay would come with me for the trip so we could spend the weekend just chilling out away from home.Once in Stockholm we made our way to the hotel where I had used some of my rewards points to get a small suite, having been shown up to the suite I changed into my suit and told Kay I should only be about two or...
As some of you know "Stockholm Story" is half true and half fiction. I had great fun writing this chapter, because a lot of things mentioned here are based on experience, and even though they were confusing to me back then, now they just bring me a dirty smile.*****************Names of days changed but the quality of sex never. There must be something in seduction and climax similar to a drug. After a while, you can't do without. My eyes shone on every Azem's hint about the evening plans,...
NovelsThe story is set in Stockholm in 1940 when Sweden had declared itself neutral the year previously. Nevertheless tensions were high as the British German and Russians already had consulates there, so inevitably there was a considerable amount of spying. ______________________ Commander Richard Evans Special Operations Executive shivered as darkness began to fall, the temperature already well below freezing, yet still no sign of the beautiful long haired blonde Swedish waitress who...
HistoricalChapter 3 In the ensuing confusion and commotion no-one except for Katya saw Richard quickly leaving out of the staff entrance to a waiting car, that immediately disappeared into the swirling snowstorm. The girl still unconscious was quickly carried up to to Katya's room while someone fetched a doctor, whilst Katya herself went down to the bar again telling the manager all that had happened; also checking how the girl was until a doctor arrived and gave the still unconscious girl...
HistoricalJune 13th, 1940. Barely three weeks after the evacuation of British troops from Dunkirk was completed, German forces were pressing closely on the outskirts of Paris. In the cellar of a small café in Montmartre, one Englishman was hard at work. Freddie Clegg tightened the rope that held Mademoiselle Louise Barchant to the solid wooden chair on which she was seated, ignoring the gagged groans of Louise and those of her friend Annette Coursonne as she struggled against her own restraints....
Arlanda Airport, Stockholm. You must walk for miles to reach any destination. It gets especially inconvenient when you finally find your bag among hundreds of similar ones. I’ve heard airports in London or NYC were even worse, but they are yet for me to discover. I’ve been to Arlanda for a few times already and always had problems. I wish my boyfriend was with me to help me out. Oh, well, I’ve just dumped him. I had my reasons to do so, and these reasons were strong enough to dump him two days...
Azem was to pick me up from the tennis hall later in the evening. His car stopped just in front of me with squeaking tires. I bumped inside and threw myself at the sexy driver. I licked his chin up to his mouth and smacked his nose. He embraced me to feel my heart’s throb. Not sure if the situation between me and him was exactly what the scientists call a ‘Stockholm Syndrome’, but the fact is, I missed him a lot for these few hours. ‘It feels weird in this car without the handcuffs on,’ I...
As some of you know ‘Stockholm Story’ is half true and half fiction. I had great fun writing this chapter, because a lot of things mentioned here are based on experience, and even though they were confusing to me back then, now they just bring me a dirty smile. ******************* Names of days changed but the quality of sex never. There must be something in seduction and climax similar to a drug. After a while, you can’t do without. My eyes shone on every Azem’s hint about the evening plans,...
A long work of both truth and fantasy for KayHaving got the green light on a renewal of a new contract it was time to get it signed off, this time it was decided that Kay would come with me for the trip so we could spend the weekend just chilling out away from home.Once in Stockholm we made our way to the hotel where I had used some of my rewards points to get a small suite, having been shown up to the suite I changed into my suit and told Kay I should only be about two or three hours . Kay...
Stockholm Syndrome Part 1 Abducted. As I walked to my car in the parking garage next to my office in Downtown Boston, three well-dressed men walked up, and blocked my path; the one in the middle said, "Mr. Terence Morris?" I nodded in the affirmative. He replied, "Would you please come with us?" I said, "No I won't, I don't know who the hell are you? And why should I accompany you anywhere?" He replied, "Who we are is not important; our instructions are to bring you to a...
Stockholm Syndrome Part 3 My diligent internet research on Saggy's business empire finally bore some fruit as I found some discrepancies in some comments made at an earnings press conference for a company called Genometron that Saggy had just purchased a significant percentage of. The CEO was putting a much too favorable spin on a significant deterioration in their operating performance. There was nothing in all the details I had reviewed to support his conclusion, but I had to...
Azem was to pick me up from the tennis hall later in the evening. His car stopped just in front of me with squeaking tires. I bumped inside and threw myself at the sexy driver. I licked his chin up to his mouth and smacked his nose. He embraced me to feel my heart's throb. Not sure if the situation between me and him was exactly what the scientists call a "Stockholm Syndrome", but the fact is, I missed him a lot for these few hours."It feels weird in this car without the handcuffs on," I...
NovelsDuncan Macmillan had been in prison for 13 years and 2 months when he escaped in the chaos of the Great Pulse. Under the circumstances, he didn’t even bother to change out of his green jumpsuit. No one cared at the moment about the recapture of criminals, when the government at all levels had collapsed. He knew exactly how he would survive: home invasion. More intense than simple burglary, it would enable him to take over a household for a day or so, eating whatever food was available and...
Stockholm SyndromeThe bell at Jamestown High rang, announcing the end of the schoolday and, as most students were thankful for, the end of the week as well. Blaire, on the other hand, found herself walking out into the bright afternoon sun with a sense of dread. It was that same sense of dread that filled her each time she had to make her way home. The little redheaded freshman was never exactly a fan of going home. It wasn’t that she lived in an abusive home (though perhaps some...
Duncan Macmillan had been in prison for 13 years and 2 months when he escaped in the chaos of the Great Pulse. Under the circumstances, he didn't even bother to change out of his green jumpsuit. No one cared at the moment about the recapture of criminals, when the government at all levels had collapsed. He knew exactly how he would survive: home invasion. More intense than simple burglary, it would enable him to take over a household for a day or so, eating whatever food was available and...
Kay faced away from me and handed me the shower gel, placing a large amount of gel in my hands I started to soap Kay’s back working from the top downwards to her butt. Kay sighed slightly when she turned to face me and told me to soap her breasts, as I started to work on her breasts Kay’s left hand suddenly wrapped around my cock while her right hand was working her own pussy. Kay removed her hand from between her legs and started to rub the head of my cock up and down her soapy slit, come on...
WifeThe next morning, Madame X woke up Katie as she entered the room. “Good morning, honey,” the woman whispered in her ear before kissing her on the cheek. The captive smiled. “Good morning, Mistress.” The dominatrix knew this would be their last day together, and she wanted it to be special. She pulled off the covers and climbed on top of her, slipping her soft, wet tongue between the girl’s lips and feeling the submissive gently massaging the woman’s tongue with hers. Madame X...
The next morning, Madame X opened up the cell door and set Katie’s breakfast down on the dresser. The girl was so tired that she didn’t even wake up when her mistress walked in, so the woman sat down on the bed and kissed her slave on the forehead to awaken her. The captive opened her eyes and smiled up at the woman she had come to lust after. “Good morning, sweetie,” the dominatrix said. “Did you sleep well?” “Good morning, Mistress. Yes, I slept very well. Thank you, Mistress.” “Me...
Madame X woke up the next morning and looked at her slave on the monitor. She was tired of waiting for Katie to submit. She wanted her now! She lusted after the girl with a passion that she had never felt before, and she was sick of playing games. She was determined to break her captive today. There was something that she had hidden away that she knew would do it, but she really didn’t want to use it. The dominatrix exhaled deeply and grudgingly took it out of the closet. She felt that she...
Madame X awoke the next morning, eager to go play with her new slave. She looked into the surveillance monitors from Katie’s room and smiled as the girl stood there helplessly. The dominatrix already had the cameras from filming porn, and she thought it would be a good idea to install them so that she could keep an eye on her hostage while she wasn’t around. “Good morning, Katie,” Madame X said as she walked into the cell. “Did you get any sleep last night?” The captive shook her...
About three years ago, Madame X started filming pornography in her basement. She would typically bring in a girl, tie her up, whip her, strangle her, fuck her, and do whatever else she pleased. Madame X quickly developed a good reputation in the adult film industry for shooting very realistic BDSM material. Torturing the girls turned her on so much, but she always wondered what it would be like to really do the things she did to the models. The thought sent warm shivers through her body...
I woke up on my stomach, hugging a pillow instead of my lover. The air-conditioning system’s effort smooched my naked ass. Sheesh, too cold. I was just about to open my eyes and automatically cover my flesh with a quilt, when a fundamental issue emerged in my mind. ‘Why was I ever mooning?’ The next question was only the consequence of the first one, as the slowly appearing sparkles of consciousness informed me about my nightshirt scrolled up to armpits. ‘What happened?’ Quiet moans, the...
Your name is Everett Woods, 21 years old and a 4th year college senior. A part time worker at your local cafe near your apartment studio. Currently living with a flatmate named Oliver Poppers to share the studio's rent and a fellow senior. Although Oliver has been living in a separate house -Frat House- he always comes by whenever there's barely anything to do and borrows your gaming platforms and chill to watch a movie or two. At first, he barely bothered to do anything besides laze around....
GayIt took me several hours of shopping before I took pity on the dwarfs and we finished the drive. The rented house was lovely, right on the beach with terrific views. I had my own suite of rooms including a small sitting room, bedroom and very luxurious bathroom. I freshened up and put on cardigan sweater and a khaki skirt, and came down to the main living room and said to the dwarfs "I know a great restaurant over in Perkin's Cove, who's up for seafood?" Nobody jumped at the chance,...
"Go back into the bathroom," she demanded, "I told you to shave." "But I did," I protested meekly as I could (best not brave being too forceful), "I shaved my legs and armpits like you asked. Even my chest. I'm hairless I promise." She stood up from the bed. Had I angered her? Her six-inch stilettos clicked on the tile as she walked across the floor. Extending a long red painted nail, she prodded me in my pubic hair right above my penis. "This is unruly. It's like a 1970s hippie...
I woke up on my stomach, hugging a pillow instead of my lover. The air-conditioning system's effort smooched my naked ass. Sheesh, too cold. I was just about to open my eyes and automatically cover my flesh with a quilt, when a fundamental issue emerged in my mind. "Why was I ever mooning?" The next question was only the consequence of the first one, as the slowly appearing sparkles of consciousness informed me about my nightshirt scrolled up to armpits. "What happened?" Quiet moans, the...
AnalA weird little quickie. He watches me bathe every night. My alone-time is limited now ever since I cut myself badly with a razor. I hoped it would be enough to take me to the hospital, that he would freak out, but I was wrong. He stands against the counter with his arms crossed and his eyes hooded. The steam from the tub mists the bathroom and his black clothes are imposing in the fog. Someone else would assume he is aloof, disinterested. Maybe even bored. But I know he absorbs every move I...
At a quarter till six, dusk was already falling. Brian was walking Cassie home from the ball field where her daughter had just played. Cassie and Nicci were kind of new in the town and Nicci had gone home to spend the night with her own new friend. She only lived a block away but he really wanted to spend more time with her. They were laughing a little self consciously, the way two people do when they are first getting to be comfortable with each other. They didn't notice anything out of the...
Copyright © 2005 Jim Reader. All rights reserved. Today is my twentieth birthday. I've been her servant for almost two years now. I doubt she'll remember. Last year was celebrated with a well-deserved beating. God, I love her. When we first came here we were runaways who thought we knew it all. We knew she lived alone, was the heiress of a bakery fortune and that she lived alone and unguarded, close to the bad part of town. We never thought to ask why. So we pulled a home invasion,...
Sophie slowly came to her senses; her memory was hazy and she could not remember why see was here. As thoughts began to re-enter her head Sophie realised that her eyes were closed but despite her best efforts it seemed like they were glued shut. In fact her how body seemed to be frozen to the surface upon which she lay, nothing would move. Normally a discovery like this would have scared Sophie silly (as you would expect it to) but this was not the case; she stayed calm and relaxed almost as...
I just got home from fucking the girls today, and all I have to say is wow! I love these arab girls but this one takes the cake. I went up to her room after finding out there was a problem with her payment and she was ready to do anything to keep her room. Long story short I got to fuck. I was nervous asking but all I kept hearing was “anything ok”, So when I offered to fuck and film for the room she smiled as if to say “thats all” and went straight for my dick. thats...
xmoviesforyouHi readers, I am (rahul) a big fan of this site and love reading all the experience of the people. I would like to share my first experience with a married woman. I am 22 years old guy. I have done my graduation and worked in few places but where ever I work I get kicked off in a month or two. So, I used to just roam around and my mom use to scold me. Then finally my mom and dad told me to open a mobile shop. So, I am running a mobile shop since last 2 months in Hyderabad and my shop is the...
Taking a quick look at the clock, I noticed that the delivery had run late, and I was immediately stressed at the fact that Mistress would be home shortly. I knew I didn't have time to shower, and there was certainly no time for much cleanup either. I just pealed the skin-tight jeans down, crumpled them up and buried them at the bottom of the hamper.I carefully pulled the bright yellow panties down my legs, trying not to make any more mess. I washed the creamy jism away in the sink, squeezed...
Greg finally made it home from work. It had been an unusually long day and he was tired. He walked into his modest two-bedroom apartment, loosened his tie, and kicked off his shoes. He walked to the refrigerator, pulled out a beer, and the pizza box left over from last night, and then he went back to his home office and set his dinner down on his desk. He pushed the button on his computer, opened up the beer, and went to his bedroom to change clothes while it booted up. He changed into a pair...
Baxter’s awareness first touched on a world that was blurry, streaked, utterly strange and cold, when a wet leaf almost smacked itself against his face he lurched back instinctively, coming completely back to wakefulness. He was sitting in the cold rented Toyota, one of his hands on the steering wheel still. The near-gale raging outside had just deposited another shredded leaf on the windshield. He blinked. What the hell had just happened? Did he and Shari just …? Shari was sitting next to him...
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I walked into the freshman hallway of the school and made my way to my intended target. She was, again, talking to Lexie and facing away from me. She was filling out a set of acid washed jeans rather nicely, a pink sweater over another button down long-sleeve. This time Lexie didn’t raise her eyebrows as I approached. “Parker,” Lexie announced, suddenly surprising Deedee. “You’ll be a dear be sure to bring your home jersey for Deedee to wear tomorrow morning? I stared blankly for a moment,...
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Introduction: The agent comes home and takes the 19 year old naked girl out of her cage… The agent came home from a lookout mission. He had been away all day and still wore his business suit. He went to her cage and took her out. She was naked and had been kneeling all day, like he had ordered. Her knees were red and bruised. He was not in the mood for it, but to quickly reward her he got his dick out and stuck it all the way down her throat. Her eyes were tearing up from the uncomfortable...
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I was only about 16 years old at this time. My mom, me and 3 sisters moved over to the east end of this city. It was sort of a welfare building, your normal row housing. On welfare, you can't afford that much, especially with a lot of mouths to feed.I wasn't doing to good in school at this end of town. I had a bad habit of playing hookie from school. Naturally I was skinny and had very little clothing that fit me properly. I just couldn't consintrate in class, with my stomach rumbling all the...
I had been curious about transexual girls since i had first seen one in a video at aged thirteen. As a young lad and man I had no shortage of girlfriends but had fantasised about sucking a cock since a young age. It wasn't until i was 25 that i had my first sexual experience with one. I was in a relationship with a girl 2 years younger than my self at the time but gave in to my urges and plucked up the courage to arrange a meet with a Brazilian TS escort based in Bayswater, central London, i...
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Hanna felt quite lucky landing employment with the Thorn famíly. She'd heard horror stories from other au pairs before she even arrived, but the Thorns were as nice as they came. Especially Mr. Thorn, he took to Hanna immediately. "Call me Bill" he told her with a big, warming smile. He hugged her and said "Welcome to our humble home". Mrs. Thorn was also nice, but reserved. "Megan" she said smiling as she shook her hand. Megan was the quiet type. Polite but straight forward. Hanna felt...
After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...
"Well, that was something else David." she said and reached up on her tip toes to kiss me."It made me get a bit wet watching you in action, is that how you always go about sorting disputes out?"I didn't really want to go into it."Wet, as in you know, between your legs?"She giggled and kissed me again, "You really do have a lot to learn darling and I'm just the girl to teach you!""Shall we go and get some food?""Yeah and vodka too.""Definitely."It was then that I noticed just how pretty she...
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Lee kept the fire going near the meat all night long. She let Jay sleep, all the while thinking what she'd like to say him in the morning. Fool Ass Man. "Well I saw him shot." Jay said in the very early morning. "Hit him, but not where I wanted to. He sprang out and ran maybe 30 yards before he turned to look at the arrow sticking out of his ass." Jay chuckled, now eating his dinner from last night. "Blood was dripping over his ... well, anyway." Jay caught the look on Lee's face and...
Amber’s Story The hair on the back of Amber’s neck stood tall. She sensed something or someone more than feel it really. Amber turned hastily her dark eyes peering through the night. Something, no someone moved in the shadows behind her. She was sure of it. Amber strained her senses in the night air to hear anything, to see anything, to calm her nerves if nothing more, NOTHING. Yet she knew it, somehow she knew it? someone WAS following her. And this was not the first time either. ...
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Introduction: Operative 0069 is a well known, but extremely mysterious agent working for the Russian KGB. No one has seen of Agent 0069 and lived to tell the tale of his fabled cunning, intelligence, attractiveness, but most importantly what his face looks like. Thus, the S-CIA (sexual division) and every other task force in the world have been trying to track down and debrief this operative of his overall sexual knowledge, and the alleged special sexual position he created, known as The Iron...