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It all started about 10 years ago, when I interned at one of the largest PR firms in New York City. My name's Marianne, and at the time, I was 22 years old, bright eyed, eager about my future, and more than a little excited about my plum position in the trenches at this great firm. I still remember that first interview after all these years; when I met David. That interview still stands as one of the oddest moments in my life. There was something about David that I couldn't put my finger on, but through the entire interview, I could barely move my eyes from his... there was just a strange connection that to this day I swear I felt, and it was the strangest thing... so familiar, like I'd known him before. Of course, some of this might have had to do with the physical attraction I felt for him also. His piercing, sex-filled eyes burning back into mine did nothing to deter the innate draw that he seemed to hold for me. When I left, with assurances that the internship was mine, I tried my best to shake that odd feeling that I'd had, and managed to, for the most part-until I started the internship 2 weeks later.
I showed up for the first day as eager as ever to start learning about what I hoped at the time would be my future career, not to mention excited about seeing David again; I was especially curious to see if he'd have the same effect on me as before. It didn't take long to learn the answer to that question. As I turned a corner on my way to the company lounge to get my morning cup of coffee, I saw him step off the elevator, and my heart leaped into my throat. What was it about him?! I'd never felt so strongly about anyone in my life, particularly someone that I didn't know the least about... on the one hand, I felt like I was being irrational; on the other, I was realizing that I felt what I felt, and couldn't deny it. Maybe I'd experienced the phenomenon of "love at first sight."
He showed me around that day, and I was impressed by how thorough he was in showing me daily minutiae-not to mention sweet and patient when it took me a while to catch on. He introduced me to my coworkers; I would be spending a lot of time with Pete in particular, who was a real asswipe when it came to me, with his sexist/racist comments, but it didn't seem appropriate to bring that up to David at the time... or ever. But I took solace in the hope that someday a jerk like him would be the equivalent of gum on the bottom of my shoe-and besides, I got to work with a cutie like David.
We worked together for almost 3 months over the summer, until the Fall semester started and I had to start grad school uptown. During that time, I still never learned much about him except the usual, regarding his age, upbringing, family, education, that sort of thing. I did pick up on his loneliness in some of his comments around the office, never directly to me, so I was fairly certain that he'd been disappointed in love somewhere along the line and wasn't involved, but we never talked about our personal lives aside from the casual. It might seem odd that despite our long hours working together, that that was all I really learned about him, and perhaps it is; but despite that, I still was never able to shake that feeling of being "close" to him. There was an obvious sexual tension any time we were together, and I felt that we were both making it clear that we liked and wanted to be around the other. It kept building all summer long until all of my masturbatory fantasies starred the lonesome and mysterious David. I would wake up in the middle of the night, in a sheen of sweat, disappointed that he wasn't really there, twisting my nipples furiously while growling his arousal into my ear.
By this point, I realized that no matter how much he was attracted to me, he wasn't going to compromise his promising career by asking out a summer intern over 10 years his junior; so I decided that I'd have to be the one to make the first move. About a week after I'd left the internship, I was still living in New York, and I decided to drop by his office that night, knowing he'd be working late as usual. To say he was surprised to see me would be an understatement. When I saw the happiness in his eyes, I was relieved beyond belief... despite the way we'd flirted during my time there, I was very aware of the differences in our ages (17 years), backgrounds, financial status, etc., and always had the fear of rejection at the back of my mind. We hung around his office a little bit, making small talk before he suggested a neighborhood bar where the interns and a few of the company execs frequent. For a few hours that night, David and I probably had the longest, most interesting, least hormone-driven conversation we'd ever had and would ever have again. We talked about nothing in particular, flirting and drinking all the while, and to put it shortly, by the end of the night I knew that I wanted to feel his lips on my lips, his firm muscular chest against mine, his strong arms pinning me down to his bed, big strong hands running up and down along my smooth thighs, his hoarse, lusty moans in my ears... and his thick cock sliding in and out of me hard and fast, in wanton desire as I writhed under him, moaning his name.
As he paid the tab, I offered to walk him back to his place, which was on my way to the subway... Once there, we got into a lip lock that I hoped would induce any red-blooded male to invite me up for a nightcap... and he did! Riding the elevator up the 20 floors to his apartment was the longest minute of my life. As I felt the wetness seeping through my panties, I had to stop myself from rubbing my thighs together in anticipation of what I hoped was coming. It was kind of weird once we got up there, though. He insisted on giving me the full tour, which was nice, but I had no interest in it-I wanted him to take me hungrily right then and there. But I was patient... After about 15 minutes of small talk sans flirting, I figured that he was either gay and I'd been totally misreading his signals for the past few months, or he was nervous about making a move. In case it was the former, I let myself down mentally and prepared to leave, telling him that I really liked his place. As I picked up my clutch from the coffee table and walked towards the room's door, I felt him come up behind me. His arms wrapped around me, as they had in several of my tamer fantasies, and he took my clutch, tossing it back on the table... ahhh-so he WAS just a little nervous, I sighed inwardly, in relief. He turned me around to face him and pressed against me, allowing me to feel his hardness through his pants. Our lips met in the sweetest kiss I'd had in years. Feeling his soft, sweet lips press against mine felt so right, and fueled the fire that had been growing in me since I'd met him. His hardness pressing against my stomach, the feel of his lips, the safe, warm way I felt in his arms was so familiar... I felt lost in his arms, and I let myself go in a way that I never had with anyone else. To this day, I still don't know what it was about him, but everything just felt so good, and like it shouldn't have been any other way than the way it was that night. As our kiss grew more intense, he ground his manhood more heatedly against my torso, making me ache to touch it. I began to rub him through his pants, loving the moans and raggedness of his breath in my ear, exactly the way I'd imagined it to be. He hungrily rubbed my crotch and my ass through my pants... I could hardly stand it, and knew I was moving way too fast, but I wanted to feel this man, who'd aroused feelings and thoughts in me like no one else had, I wanted to feel his hands and his lips roaming all over my needing flesh, wanted to feel his hard, toned body against mine. I hurriedly ripped off my shirt and bra, dying to finally see and feel those soft lips that I'd daydreamed about since meeting him suck and kiss my turgid nipples and aching breasts. He latched on to a nipple, and sucked and lapped at me in such a way, that I swear the wetness in my panties increased three-fold. I was so aroused... I had to touch his cock, hold it, taste it, let him fill me with it over and over. I grappled with his belt and trousers, and when they fell to his knees, my mouth watered at the tent in his boxers... I dove my hand into the material, and felt his hot, hard cock, pulsing and venous; he moaned into my mouth, and started pumping his hips slowly back and forth into the tight grip of my hand. The heat in his shorts was tremendous, so I pulled them down a little, also wanting to feel his firm cock against the skin of my torso. Both of us aching to be one, he began unbuttoning my slacks, and once he got them off, wasted no time rubbing my ass, which were exposed by my thong, and running his fingers back and forth across my slit, feeling the wetness that he alone had caused. After fantasizing about him for so long, I felt like things couldn't move fast enough, which was pretty atypical for my style. Tonight, I wanted this man that I hungered for to fuck me the way that I knew he could. With unrestrained, primal, wanton passion. I could see the challenge and the base sex in his eyes the first time we met, and now I wanted him to prove it to me with every fiber of my being, to fuck me long and hard, to make me scream his name while I came hard, bucking and writhing, pierced by his thick cock, or moaning and rolling my hips as I came into his sexy mouth. He lifted me effortlessly towards the bed and laid me down across it. The lust in his eyes would've frightened me had I not felt exactly the same way at the moment. His firm hands spread my legs, and before I could even take a breath, his hard cock was piercing through my soft folds mercilessly, as he fucked me with relish and force. He slid out almost the entire way, then slid back in, hard, making me gasp his name as he sucked my earlobe, pounding into me again and again. His sweet lips latched on to my sensitive nipples again, laving each one with pleasure, while he slid in and out, making me hotter and hotter with each firm stroke. I couldn't believe that I was finally fucking this virile fantasy of mine, and that he was everything I'd imagined. He kept a steady pace, fucking my tight hole harder and harder as he came closer to exploding in me; and when he finally did, his thick cock twitching madly and pulsing as it let loose it's sweet nectar into my needy cunt, I came also, calling his name and grasping the sheets as I had so many times in my David fantasies.
After our climax, we laid there for a while, touching silently. I would be lying if I said that thoughts of rejection didn't again cross my mind. The fact was, we were very different, and though I knew I could deal with it and what it would bring, I also knew that as a red-blooded male in the corporate world, he had an image to keep that didn't include a 22-year-old Latina from the inner city, no matter how much he was attracted to me... to be honest, with a situation like ours, I didn't even want to embarrass myself by suggesting a relationship to him-I wasn't clueless. As we each lay there with our separate thoughts, the shrill ring of the phone interrupted. He walked out to the living room to pick it up, and alone once again with my thoughts, realizing that I'd crossed the safe fantasy line into a reality that I knew would end up hurting me, I decided to get dressed and leave. Besides, I had to pack anyway to move to my new place near campus. I left my phone number with David, knowing I'd probably never hear from him again, but hoping against hope that my initial gut feeling when I first met him was right, and that he was different from the typical corporate white male I'd pigeonholed him as post-coitus.
I woke early the next morning, feeling slightly more positive about the night before, and later in the day, decided to call David and tell him what a great night I'd had with him. He sounded a lot more brusque than usual, and although he said he'd has a good time also, he seemed in a rush to get off the phone, so I took it for what it is was, and left it at that. I thought maybe he'd call if he was in a better mood, but didn't count on it; I'd heard enough from friends about guys like him, and knew better than to get too excited.
It was about two weeks later. I'd finally finished moving into my new place, and was settling in as a grad student. I wasn't seeing anyone, and after my last serious relationship, which ended about 2 months before the internship, added to my experience with David, I wasn't too interested in getting involved with anyone, and I was feeling really good about being alone. One night after a long day of classes, and of course, a long two weeks without any sort of sexual release, I logged on to my favorite erotica site to read a little and get off before going to bed. Sex at work being my favorite category at the time, I started there and browsed through the stories that were posted since the last time I'd logged on a few months ago. There was a recently posted one, with a lead character by the name of David. Intrigued at finding a sex at work story centering on a character with the name of my recent crush, I decided to read and see how much this fare compared with my own fantasies of David from a few weeks ago. It was well written, and from the female perspective. A very detailed, engaging story about a young woman working in a small office with a guy named Dave, who loved it when she called him David; the awkward flirtations between the two, and how right it felt when they finally got together, but the doubts that each felt after their heated tryst at the obstacles they would face if they tried to be together. As I read on, it occurred to me that except that I hadn't, this story could very well have been written by me! The writer's words, emotions and feelings toward this "David" were all mine! Down to how "right" and comfortable it felt being around each other. I couldn't believe it! It was just too damn weird. I racked my brain, trying to think back about whom I could've possibly told such intimate details about that night to, or my emotions surrounding it, and the answer was absolutely no one. The only two people who could've written that story were David, or I-- and I knew for sure that it wasn't me. I sat at my computer, staring at the story for about 20 minutes after reading it, trying to think things through and be rational. I asked myself what the odds were that it wasn't him... that it was a complete coincidence that someone wrote a story directly paralleling what had happened between David and me a mere two weeks ago. The odds seemed pretty low on that. There were details, interactions between us, things that were just too close to home to not have been written by him. And on the one in a million chance that it wasn't him, then who was this person whose story so directly paralleled my life? It was at that point that I decided to do something that would end up forever changing my life. For years, I had read erotica on the net intermittently as a passive observer, never voting, mailing the authors, or even writing my own work. But this night, I sat there and I composed a message to the author of this story. If it was David, and he wrote what he honestly felt, and his emotions paralleled mine so completely, how could this be wrong? Given the strong way I felt about him before he did a complete 180 after sex and brushed me off, and given the fact that out of all of the erotica websites that he could post a story on that it had been posted on the only site I'd ever read from-- that we both somehow ended up crossing paths on the same one... if it was really him, wouldn't that have to mean something? And if it wasn't him, then I could find out about this person whose story paralleled my life in such detail, and that would be that. So I went for it, composing a rather (I think) polite letter about the story, then went to bed, a million thoughts about who David really was, how little I actually knew him despite the intensely close feelings I'd felt for him since day one, and wondering if my initial feelings towards him, and that uncanny affection I secretly felt for him, were of any significance after all.
I woke up the next morning, and checked my email right away. Of course there was nothing, and I was somewhat disappointed. But I put myself in his shoes (if it was indeed, David who'd written the story) and suddenly felt like an idiot for sending the email... if I were in his shoes, and had written a story about him like that, and he'd found it and emailed me, I would've been so humiliated that I wouldn't be able to put words to it. How could I have been so stupid as to write to him about it? Maybe I should've written story in response? But I had no experience writing erotica, I couldn't have possibly done a good enough job to turn him on and let him know that I'd read it, and how aroused it had made me. Should I have asked him out again, playing it cool, and then bringing it up later that I like to read erotica? Surely I could've done something smarter and less confrontational than an email... what an idiot I was, I thought to myself. I waited an entire week and still got no response. At this point, I realized that I had to ask someone for advice here. I felt like maybe I'd exercised bad judgment in even thinking that he'd written the story... Maybe I'd gone off the deep end with my initial idea, and I needed a good friend's honest opinion on my sanity. With that, I paid my best friend and ex-boyfriend Marc a visit. He'd already known about what I'd felt for David since day one, and encouraged me when I asked him on the first date, and then stroked my ego when he never called me back afterwards. He also knew most of the intimate details of that night (I know what you're thinking, but no; several of the details in the story, I'd omitted in my retelling... best friend or not, some details cross the border into "too much information" territory) so I sat him down and admitted to him that yes, puritan me, who'd only lost my virginity a year before and was so ladylike on the exterior was a closet erotica fan... he even pored over the story with me and assured me that I wasn't insane, that it certainly seemed likely that the story was indeed written by David. He told me that the email was a bad idea, and that maybe I should just call him... clearly if he's writing things about me that mirror my exact feelings, not to mention that we're both clearly highly sexual and into erotica, that we could surely find some way to be together, whether just as friends, lovers, or maybe even just fellow erotica fans. There just seemed to be no reason to hide, especially considering how much I genuinely liked him in the first place... the idea that he was some sexy, secret erotica writer just made him seem that much more special to me. I waited a couple more days, and when I thought to myself that if I don't call this guy soon, there's a possibility that I might never again speak to the intelligent, lovable, sexy, and (talk about icing on the cake) secretly erotic sex writer who I hadn't been able to get off my mind since the very first day, there was no stopping my fingers from dialing. Truth be told, at this time, I was far from in love with David; but the feelings he aroused in me, not to mention the other part he aroused... I just felt like I couldn't ignore this, especially now with this new amazing facet of him that I'd possibly discovered. It just made him seem so much more human to me, and if I felt drawn to his soul before, I was doubly so now. Unfortunately he didn't share my enthused outlook. If I didn't think it was David that had written the story before, I knew it after that phone call. His voice was ice, and he made it quite clear that he didn't want to speak with me or see me again. I tried to be my usual bubbly self, but he didn't even pretend to make small talk this time; he shut me down in less than 1 minute, saying that he couldn't talk, and before I knew it the line was dead. I was upset, to be honest, and Marc again consoled me, trying to get me to see David's point of view. How humiliated he must've been, and angry that I'd found this secret side of him... perhaps worried that I'd use it against him as sexual harassment, or blackmail of some sort. To top it off, all I could think about was that he probably was wondering what kind of terrible, promiscuous person I was. Here I was, his intern for the summer, and not only had I asked him out, but also slept with him on the first date, then to top it off, I also read Internet porn? He probably now thought I was some easy sleaze. To be honest, I hadn't expected much after that night with him; I know what the world is like. But when I saw that story, and his feelings or at least what he wrote seemed to match so closely to what I'd been feeling for him since day one, and it seemed to me that he'd felt the same... I can't even describe how buoyant that thought made me feel. The closeness I'd felt for him suddenly made a little more sense... I thought maybe we were alike, maybe he was different from the typical guy I'd cast him off as, and he could see past my age and background to the mature, caring, wholesome person I was. I know I was being naïve, in retrospect, but that's honestly how I felt at the time. And when he brushed me off a second time, even more coldly than the first, added to what I thought he now assumed about the type of "sleazy" person I was, I can't even describe how much that hurt me... like I hadn't even been given a chance to explain my part of it. And I guess what bothered me most at the time was the avoidance of it; Nothing soothes my mind more than a complete clearing of the air. I hate secrets, lies, and dishonesty... The only time things are clear is when they're in the open, and people are straightforward. It burned a hole in me to not be able to talk with him about this. But on the other hand, I could wholly understand why bringing this out into the open would make him uncomfortable... but it still ate at me, and to be honest it still does, because I know that if things had been addressed and cleared up then, that I could've avoided years of heartache and confusion after that moment.
Chapter 2It was about 1 week later when I got the email. It was from the author of the story, a "woman" from the western US, named Vivian. I'd already put two and two together about David by his reaction the last time we spoke, and figured, "fine... if he wants to pretend he's someone else to protect his identity, so be it." Truth be told, I'd be a little skittish myself if I found myself in such a compromising position; who knew what I would resort to? We struck up an email relationship, "Vivian" and I, discussing everything from our families to our childhoods to our favorite authors. Of course, everything David told me as Vivian was false, but I understood his need to talk with me a little, to find out what kind of person I was. I realized quickly that foremost among his thoughts were fears of sexual harassment charges, or public humiliation. The notion kind of surprised me-- considering how strongly I felt about him the entire time, those were the last thoughts on my mind. In retrospect, it was quite stupid of me, talking with and being drawn into the world of this ridiculous alter ego he cooked up, but it grew out of my loneliness at the time, and a growing need to find out more about this hidden, kinkier side of a man who I'd found so sensitive, endearing, and while sexy, extremely vanilla before I'd read his story. And it wasn't just the email back and forth, and eventually the chatting that kept my interest. What really got me hooked were the stories. It didn't stop at the first story. Although it was never discussed (I learned the hard way earlier that this wasn't a man you confronted directly with your worries, questions, thoughts, comments-or anything at all, really) oftentimes, after we chatted, or mailed one another, sharing particularly intimate details of our lives, or qualities of character, I'd find a story written with one of the themes from our discussion... I found these beyond entertaining at the beginning; especially the one where I was the naughty schoolgirl flirting with, then taught a lesson by, the professor who was twice my age. There were oftentimes Dom/Sub themes to these stories. I'd found male Dom fare intriguing for some time, and the idea that he too had a taste for this kink made him that much more desirable to me. Maybe this was the man who I could finally explore this side of myself with. I thought if I could just put up with his email/story game until he was comfortable enough, maybe trusted me enough, to play a little in the real world, then maybe he could be what I'd been waiting for sexually. His writing expressed such passion, such a deep erotic nature... quite frankly, his writing made me more wet, and more aroused than anything ever had in my life. Despite the silly game we were playing, I wanted him even more than before... wanted to sit down face to face and talk with him about what was going on. Find out who HE really was, not this stupid Vivian character... and let him know who I really was. At one point, I even told him about a period of my life that I'd never talked to anyone about... the most heartbreaking things I'd ever gone through, hoping that by sharing this with him, he'd understand that I was trusting him with this, and that if he felt the same, then he could in turn trust me, and if he was just fucking around with my head, that at least he'd have the heart to at least stop toying with me after reading my sob story. I was really starting to get emotionally involved here, and more intrigued about David by the day... I felt like I had to do something drastic to either bring this into the real world, or end it.
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SpankingNote: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Solja – The Forbidden City, The Empire of Shizhuth Anger burned through me as I stepped out on the sands. The crowd roared, but I didn’t hear them over the...
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It was a Friday morning when all the cogs and wheels appeared to be falling into place after nearly two years of talking about fulfilling this fantasy. Louise walked around her local supermarket assembling a collection of groceries, some staple, others for a special dinner with her partner. Tonight wouldn't be a triumphant demonstration of her culinary skills, but more a case of a simple and healthy dinner which would allow them the better part of the evening for relaxing and seduction,...
Introduction: Daddy sets the rules The late morning sun came into the window to remind him he had things to do today. It had been quite a night. He rolled over to look at his daughter. His movement woke Shawna, who stretched and yawned, then curled close to him for more sleep. Gotta get up and do some errands, he said. How about I take my favorite daughter to breakfast? Great, she said. Im starving! After showering together for the first time, they set out to spend the morning together as...
Okay so it was my senior year in high school and i wanted to ride the bus one last time. i got on the bus and got my back seat like normal and rode home. When i got home i saw that my mom's car was in the drive way. When i got inside she was no where to be found so i wondered up stairs. Every step i took i kept hearing moans from her room up stairs. I looked at her door and it was cracked. I looked in the room to find my mom on her bed with her legs spread rubbing her wet and juicy pussy. I was...
The next morning I got up earlier than usual. The furniture was going to be delivered to the new office today and I was going to be there to oversee the placement. I was in my cowgirl outfit. a pink tank top, no bra, with skinny jeans. I got to wear my silver and turquoise belt buckle with my high heeled, calf high boots. I finished it off with a long red and black scarf around my waist with the ends trailing near my knees. Randy said a few guys from the work crews had volunteered to...
Mera naam suman (name changed) hai main 27 saak ki hu meri shadi ko 3 saal hogaye hai mera fibure 30 28 32 hai mera badan ekdum gora hai aur meri gand bahot sexy hai aur mere pati ki umar 30 saal hai unka naam karan (name changed) hai aur unke lund ka size 7 inch hai jo unko chota lagta hai par main santust hun unke is size se vo muje hamesa kehte hai k tu galat jagah paida hogai shayad To america main hoti to tuje aur lagda lund mil jata jo aur achese tuje chodta par main mere pati ka lund hi...
my fantasies of a fetish encounter with my long time online pantyhose pal were finally realized this past friday as he finally decided it was his time to explore the alternate world of cross dressing - an exciting evening of erotica that we both enjoyed and will not soon forget - so this goes out to cyndyhe was to meet me at my apartment around four pm - i really wasn't sure whether he would show up but as one with hope i made my preparations to be ready just in case - leaving work early , i...
By : Spy1993 Hi friends,this is my first story with my girlfriend myself Sagar 18 age, good looking, nice personality.my girlfriend named Rose (name changed)age 18.very hot figure,nice looking.now i am coming to story hum log 8 months se relationship mai hai.rose aur mai ek incidently mile they aur pyar ho gaya.hum log 2-3 bar hi milte hai kyoki wo study ke liye nasik mai hai aur mai bhi thoda pilot studys mai busy rahata hu so when we got chance we rush to meet each other.ye experiance 2...
I bought a new house a few years back. I had noticed all of my neighbors were the typical type, waved, never really said much or talked to each other, each consumed in their own daily lives. I had never put too much thought to my surroundings, I worked full time and I was busy living up the life as a single man. Then one day I was out mowing my lawn and I saw her. I was in my early 20’s and she was easily 40. She was to my, the pinnacle that every mature lady should aim to be. She was about...
Some Bad Boys make Good Gyrls!'I was a Wartime Transvestite for the US ARMY! TJ Ryder sissytrain.com Illustrated adult stories!http://www.tabooreading.com/shop.htm?cat=YI Chapter 1 Reform School Romance! I couldn't believe that all I got from my uncle Bill when he died after all he said to me about my being hisfavorite grand nephew was an old diary from World War II. I mean I thought we got along pretty darn good,...
Thursday started early for me. I heard Dawn whining and carefully got out of bed to take her out, trying not to wake the other girls. I got her leash and let her lead me around the backyard, rather than put her on her tether, since I intended to take her for her walk right away. Once she’d attended to her most pressing needs, we took some time to patrol the neighborhood, just to make sure everything was still the way she liked it. She sniffed around and frisked in the cold, ranging as much as...
Hi folks. Hand shake for boys and boobs shake for girls. This time I’m going to narrate another fictional story. This story is for all Harry Potter fans. Guys, hands on your hard cock and girls, on your pussy now. Harry Potter is a series of magical journey of a boy who avenges his anger on the most-hated villain Lord Voldemort who killed Harry’s parents. In the first four parts of the series, Harry grows up from an ignorant boy to a great wizard. His friends Ronald Weasley (Ron) and Hermione...
"Remember that night that you confessed to me you had those fantasies about Mark? Well, honey, here is your surprise. You wanted your son, and I'm giving him to you". Tim's words registered in Jennifer's brain, but they seemed to come from a distance. It all seemed hazy. She had indeed confessed her incestuous desires to Tim one night, and it had turned him on immensely and they fucked like rabbits for the rest of the night. But of all the fantasies she had, this surely had to be the...
This is my first story. Your feedbacks are welcomed at It is a story of lust, a story where we got to know the wilder side of a woman. How desperate they can be for sex. So guys hold your cock and girls grab someone’s and enjoy! Alok was a student, pursuing his B.Tech at NIT Allahabad, nice guy he was, tall, handsome, you can say a desirable boy of 20. Once he was in a bus, on his way to his college. The bus was crowded and he was sitting near the door, few minutes later he figured out an old...
While Ana and I were recovering our breath after a very intense and wild fuck session, my sweet wife whispered she had a nice idea to spice up our monotonous sex life. Of course Ana had a Black Master who gave her up to his black buddies from time to time. She used to come back home very sore after her sex escapades; but she said now it was just between us…My naughty wife was proposing to have a threesome with a she male.I could not believe my ears. Ana and I had always enjoyed anal sex...
The Fuck Shack The gang of us were gathered at the lakeside cottage of the parents of one of our members, we often use the place for weekends of card playing, fooling around, and when someone brought a girl, for some real fun (whether she wanted it or not). We called the place "The Fuck Shack" and we figured any slit coming out there knew what she was getting into and was probably looking to have her holes stuffed anyway. Tonight, one of the guys had promised us some real nice fuck meat and...
After returning to my RV and cleaning myself and the bedroom, I was just getting a glass of water when there was another knock at the door. Way too late for anyone to be socializing, I figured it must be Irene who might have forgotten something in the RV. Opening the door, though, I found Christa instead. “I saw the lights on and thought I’d take the chance that you were still up,” she said. “Irene just came back from the showers or someplace and woke me up, and I wasn’t able to get back to...
BisexualBaseball Star to Baseball Wife Chapter Nine-Murcer Strike Two Gina's first Christmas as a woman was so much different than Christmases as a man. Mike, never really celebrated Christmas, never mind being an active participant in the planning of activities and festivities. Gina was active in planning and assisting in the hosting of Christmas parties. She loved the adventure of finding the right Christmas gift for those that she was becoming friends with. She even tried her hand...
The fact that there was some trace of moisture at the corners of her eyes was of little concern to the young girl sitting quietly on the closely trimmed turf. She was more worried about the annoying blister that was rising fast on the edge of her throwing hand. Her threatening tears were merely the result of frustration over failing to beat the big chunky Chinese girl with the goggle-like glasses on her over-sized head. It was strange for her to have advanced this far in the competition...
My problem started soon after I had just turned 18. My name is Jacob and I'm just a regular kind of guy. Or so I thought. Ok, so I had a few issues back then, but doesn't everyone at 18? For me most of these issues revolved around my mom being temperamental and difficult, and the way I had been brought up. My mom, Margaret Addington, or Marge as she liked to be known, had divorced three years back, and now at 55, in the prime of her life, she had become a bit of a recluse. She'd given up on...
Their story begins, as best she can remember, along the Tigris river, in Iraq. Of course, it wasn't called Iraq then - the Akkadians named the land Sumer. He founded a settlement with a new irrigation system; she came up with the idea for more efficiently ferrying water from the Tigris into the fields. He took the credit, but that was a necessary evil (and a common theme for many thousands of years). Many generations later they were united again along the Nile: he as Aha-Mena, the unifier...
Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here… Sue Anderson walked into the bedroom to get ready for bed. She knew that it would not be long before Jim, her husband, would be in to join her. She had left him watching the news while she got ready...
Incest“Hi Daddy. I’ve never squirted before and I want to squirt so bad,” Katie Kush tells her man, Ramon Nomar. “Can you help me out today? I just want to make a big mess everywhere!” On her bed surrounded by dildos and vibrators, Katie grabs hold of her favorite blue vibrator and gets to work on her clit. “I’m just so wet for you, Daddy,” the all-natural babe says right before she puts a dildo in pussy and cums all over on it! Daddy can’t handle watching anymore. With Katie begging him to help her...
xmoviesforyouOn a cruising evening / night you can meet some strange characters. I sat in my car and I waited on my favorite cruising area, a highway parking lot, looking for horny guys to have horny fucks as well. I longed for a hard cock and a few plump balls. It was just before midnight and that was the time when the old horny grandpas had finally went home and the hot younger guys crawled out of the holes. As always, I lay naked in my car and slowly jerked my stiff cock to have the correct operating...
"Well. That went down with the usual human diplomacy and tact." Anthony looked over at Chuck. The humor in the man's voice, as he rubbed his shoulder, helped ground him. Anthony gave a rueful sigh. "That did not go as planned, needless to say." "I should hope not," Hannah said, moving to his side. She cast a glance towards the bridge door. "Is she..." "Hope not. Nona..." "On it." The Malay was quickly tracing Miriam's path, Tammy at her side. The blonde almost seemed to be...
*******************************************************************************DISCLAIMERTHIS STORY BELONGS TO KARENKAY HER PAGE MAY BE FOUND AT WWW.LITEEROTICA.COM.AND VARIOUS OTHER WEBSITESI AM ONLY POSTING MY FAVOURITE STORIES AS A FAN AND NOT TAKING CREDIT. I WISH TO SHARE MY FAVOURITES AND IF ANYTHING PROMOTE THE AUTHORS HANDYWORK FURTHER AS A CREDIT TO THIER WRITTING.SOME PARTS OF THE STORY ARE EDITED TO MAKE IT MORE EROTIC AND ENJOYABLE BY MY STANDARDS AND HOPEFULLY YOURS.... BUT ALL...
It appeared that the world had turned upside down during our time in the mountain. A few quick looks outside revealed a number of things. The light from the mid-afternoon sun, which was on the west side of the mountain, revealed at least 20 Dragons in the sky over and around this side of the mountain from my point of view. There were probably more that I couldn’t see. They were in a multitude of colors. In the cove below, there were a large number of their followers, or as I realized now,...
I pick my phone up and start composing a text.I don’t think I can do this…Before I get any further, I notice that you’re writing a message to me. I stop what I’m doing and pause, curious to see what you’re about to say.I hope you’re not having second thoughts? There’s a glass of wine waiting for you down here xI smile. Yet again, it’s like you can read my mind. Your timing is uncanny.I delete what I had written, take a deep breath and start typing.You know me too well! See you in 5 mins...
Straight SexOld friendsWe've been friends for a long time, have been to each others' houses with spouses for dinner, etc. We always seem to have some sort of unique connection between us. One night, you're near my house and decide to stop by and pay a visit... it's been a while since we've chatted. As you walk up to the house you notice the door is open a little but one car is gone.. you think that seems odd so you walk to the door, and knock. You hear nothing and think maybe you should check it out, just...
“Well what do you think?” I asked my best friend Sarah, as I sauntered down the stairs in my four-inch Louboutin heels. It had been too long since I had been clubbing. I wiggled my ass in my tight ‘wet look’ leggings, as I twirled around for her. “Oh wow, Em, you look absolutely amazing! Tonight is going to be so much fun. I hope this club is ready for us!” she shrieked as she thrust a glass of homemade cocktail in my hand. “You going to promise me you will let loose and forget about that...
Anita Sharpe, as it turns out has a few tricks up her sleeve. Lara furiously tries to figure out what’s going on, when MANTIS left her passed out and delirious to once again piece together the puzzle. A puzzle that has her hot on the trail to finally discovering the world of lesbian power that has been left stunted by the media, and organizations headed by narcissistic maniacs like Anita Sharpe. Our heroine’s memory is lingering, only moments of distress and surprise remain,...
xmoviesforyouI waved at the Barkers' retreating car before pulling the last bag into the house. I was exhausted. It was almost midnight, and it seemed like six days had passed since we were last standing on Arizona's sandy soil, not six hours. I took two trips to drag the bags to our respective rooms while Mom listened to the answering machine messages and sorted through mail. She was still going strong when I was done, so since I was feeling grimy, I decided to take a shower. A few minutes later, Mom...
"Aha! I see you found the old tank top," Dave said, hugging Summer from behind as she stood at the kitchen counter chopping potatoes. Wrapping her arms around his, Summer smiled. "Did you think there was any chance I wouldn't? I'd already found it way before you left your phone message." "Well, I was right, you do look absolutely amazing in it." "Thank you, sweetie. I'm glad you like it on me. It's shorter than that little nightshirt you love so much, which at least sort of...
Stupid Groupon you think to yourself, as you walk in the door closes behind you and the bell of the wood door rings. You are in a small waiting room with a couple plush chairs and the tranquil small water feature in the corner. A soft calming music dances through the still air that has the faint scent of jasmine tickles your nose. It sounded good at the time when you clicked OK on the site. An hour-long massage for a great price, so it was an impulse buy. You let the months roll by and you were...
Cue the Mission Impossible theme -- bumpbump-badah-bumpbump-baddah-bumpbump-badah bumpbump-deedleooo, deedleooo, deedleooo... I saw the movie. Charlie's Angels might have been more appropriate but there's only one of me. My mission, which I had invented my own self, was to infiltrate a house where six underage siblings were being held against their will, rescuing them from a future of pornographic video performances, prostitution, drug addiction, and winding up working the mean streets of...
Jordan's long cock easily parted Lisa's labia and began its descent into her warm, moist depths where he would be gripped tightly and lovingly while it slid back and forth sending waves of pleasure through them both. His hands were on her firm, solid breasts as his fingers rolled those little, dark red nipples around. They were perfect for sucking, he thought, and bent down to take one in his mouth as his hips rose and fell over her. He had taken his time entering Lisa just as he had done...
Hey all…Its shiva again writing ma experience in my new story in this site. Not wasting much time m writing my story. As u know about me in my last story my sexy mom falling for a tailor manohar in my presence.(my mom’s tailor) and in the process turning on her young son. after that we didn’t find much time alone at home. and finally we got a chance to go to our native towards the end of my vacations Its my cool cool journey to my native. .and dad has booked tickets for three of us in a sleeper...
A Chance of a Lifetime Meeting....(Please note, this is in 3 parts. I previously posted part 1, and have repeated it here along with part 2, if you already read part 1, then scroll down to chapter 2)It wasn’t the kind of bar that I would regularly go to try and pick someone up. It was just a place to go to grab a drink before going back to my hotel room. I had been in town for 3 days already and was just looking to get a couple of beers and head back to my room. My flight back home wasn’t until...
She coulda said that she already had a boyfriend, since she is real pretty with long blonde hair, fair skin and a pair of perky tits on a nice little body. Or since she was looked no more than 18 she coulda said that her strict parents wouldn't let her date yet. Hell she coulda said that you're too old or big for her. But she told you she won't "date a black", even though it wasn't a date you were asking for! Other than turning a little red, you couldn't tell why. Maybe she was apologetic,...
InterracialAccording to the oft-quoted (in my house at least) Great, Great Grandpa Arlington McKesson, time and knowledge are treasures no man should ignore. The many sessions I'd spent with Construct in the last year and a half had given me a greater understanding of Construct and his situation, and the challenge it presented me. The guardians who saved us all had established protections which shielded those sensitive to the Light from the corrupted Focus, and its reversed energies. Right now that...