ButtCrack
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What is it that makes a man and a woman catch fire the moment they set eyes on each other? I've heard it called hormones, or pheromones, or just the accidental coinciding of two vulnerable personalities. I'm a scientist, but not in the life sciences, so I don't understand that kind of stuff. What I do know now is that it really happens, because it happened to me.
Jan had just been hired, and her manager was taking her around to introduce her to all the people she might be working with. I felt it the instant our eyes first met, but of course I tried my damnedest to keep from showing anything. I couldn't see any visible sign in Jan's face, either, and yet I somehow knew that it had hit her the same way it hit me.
Weeks later we talked about that morning, and she confirmed my suspicion. She also said she had thought the same thing I had, that she couldn't see anything in my face, but she somehow knew it had hit me too.
I was in development and she had been hired in documentation, so we weren't going to be working especially close to each other, though we would have some contacts. For about a minute, during that first meeting, my mind was reeling with possibilities. I'm single, but I make it rule not to date anyone on my team. Her job was far enough away that the rule didn't apply. Then I saw the rings on her left hand, and rule #2 took over. I'm not the kind of guy who hits on married women.
I managed to avoid her completely for a week, but then I was looking something up in our manual to prove a point to a team member and I spotted an error that had been there for who knows how long. Normally I would have just sent an e-mail about it, but I talked myself into believing that this one needed to be handled in person. Which is how I ended up standing in front of Jan's cubicle.
"Hi, Jan," I introduced myself, "You probably don't remember me, but I'm on the WhiteWolf development team. My n..."
"Your name is Ron," she cut in, "of course I remember you."
"That's amazing! Do you really remember the names of all the people you met that morning?"
She flushed. "No, I, well, I, I was sort of guessing. You mean I really got it right?"
OK, score one for her for a quick recovery. But she obviously did remember my name, and there was something special about that for her, and she nearly panicked when she realized her secret was out. Oops, we're staring into each other's eyes again. Time for a quick recovery on my part.
"Sorry to interrupt you, but I spotted an error in our manual. Would you be able to take notes on it, and see that it gets fixed in the next revision?"
No question, that was a definite sigh of relief. I wonder what she was thinking I might be here for?
"Sure, I can take notes, and see that something gets changed," she said a bit hesitantly, "but I hope you don't think I understand all this stuff yet. I could easily mess it up."
I chuckled, "I'll let you in on a secret. Even I don't understand all this stuff yet, and I'm supposed to be the team leader."
"Yes, I remember," she whispered, looking down at the floor. "But I think you're putting me on." She was looking into my eyes again. "People say you know more about WhiteWolf than anyone."
"No, I'm not putting you on." You don't know it, I thought, but there is no way I would dream of trying to pull anything over on you.
"WhiteWolf is a very complicated project, and no one really understands it completely. But don't worry, we always go through a review cycle for manual revisions. If you should mess it up, not that I think you will, we'll have plenty of time to correct it." God, how I loved looking into her eyes.
"Yeah, but, since you are so special ... I mean since you are such a key part of the team, I want to do everything for you exactly the way you want it. I mean ... I guess I feel that way about my job in general. You guys are the real power here, I'm just here to help you ... express yourself ... yourselves."
Cool it, Ron. Rule #2. Besides, even if I wanted to take this further, this cubicle isn't exactly the most private place. Which led the devil in me to make a most improper suggestion.
"Look, I know you want to get off to a good start here, and it can be embarrassing to have some goof show up in a formal review, so if you'd like, you can bring your updated text by my office so I can look at it first." I almost added "privately" but thought better of that.
"Oh, would you? That would be wonderful." I could swear that was adoration I was seeing in her eyes. "But first," she suddenly switched to a businesslike faint smile, "you need to show me where the problem is."
That I was happy to do, and the rest of our brief meeting was totally above board.
The next day, shortly after lunch, I heard a tap on my open door and turned away from my computer screen. It was Jan. I smiled broadly and invited her in. I'd been waiting all day for this, hoping she would show up. One of the perks of being a team leader is that I have a real office with a real door that can be closed for complete privacy. But this time I decided it would be best to leave it open. Our conversation would still be private so long as we kept our voices reasonably low, and the chance that someone might stop by would keep me from trying anything inappropriate.
I don't have a desk in my office; just a work counter along two walls. Jan came over beside where I was sitting so she could give me the sheet of paper in her hand.
"Here," I offered, pulling a second chair out from the counter, "sit down so we can look at this together."
She seemed to hesitate, but finally did as I asked. I read her change through and pointed out one word which was grammatically correct, but not in line with the specialized terminology in our industry. Then I looked up and found her anxiously looking at me for approval.
"It's very good, Jan, very good indeed," I said, smiling as I looked into her eyes.
"Jan," I added after a moment, "I think we need to talk about something."
She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Ron, I know. But Ron, whatever you're thinking, and whatever I'm thinking, we have to remember," and here she raised her left hand and rested the fingertips against her cheek, "I'm a married woman, and I want to keep it that way."
"I know, Jan. I'm not married, but I make it a rule to never, ever, interfere with the life of a woman who is. But I do have to say ... if you weren't married, I would have been hounding you for a date the entire week you have been here."
"No, Ron, not exactly. Because if I weren't married, I would have long since said yes, and we would have already been on a date ... if not more than one."
"But that," she said, getting up suddenly, "is the subjunctive and, as my English prof would say, we don't live in the subjunctive. I think I'd better go, now."
"Jan," I stopped her halfway out the door, "we both know what we cannot, and must not, do. But I desperately want to have a chance to talk to you. Could we meet in the cafeteria for lunch sometime soon?" To try to coax her I added, "That's completely public and completely safe."
"I, I, I'd like that," she stammered. "I can't do it tomorrow, but maybe on Thursday?"
"OK, I'll send you an IM a little after twelve, and then," I grinned, "we can sort of accidentally end up there at the same time."
"It's a deal." She winked at me and was gone.
Over the next two weeks we had lunch together, not every day, because that would have been too obvious, but about half a dozen times. Thank god for IM. It let us vary the time we met from day to day, further masking what we were doing.
We both knew, and talked openly with each other about knowing, that what we were doing needed masking. It was almost like a virtual affair. As if we were making love to each other with our half-whispered words, covered by the background noise of the cafeteria. We talked about everything: life, and love, and our dreams, and what we had accomplished so far. I came to know her parents, and her sister, and her husband whom she loved very much. I opened up about my troubled childhood, and my loneliness, which I had locked deep inside myself, living a seemingly carefree life.
We were the best of friends, but friends who desperately wanted to be lovers, and knew it would never happen.
One night I worked late, as I often do, and it was dark as I made my way out to the parking lot. The lot was not very well lit, but by that time of the evening the mass of cars had thinned out, so I never had any problem finding mine. Suddenly I saw a too-familiar figure in front of me, and my stomach did a flip flop.
"Jan, is that you?"
She whirled around. "Oh, thank god, Ron, I was so scared! I heard footsteps behind me, but I was afraid to look. I have never left this late, and I don't think I ever will again."
"You're right, you shouldn't. Let me walk you to your car."
"Yes-s-s, P-p-please."
She was shivering with fright, so I did the only thing I could do. I took her hand to comfort her. She gripped my hand convulsively.
"Where's your car?"
"It's over there somewhere," waving with her other hand, "it's a red Datsun."
"It probably won't look red in this light, but we'll find it."
We did, of course, and she sagged against it in relief. Then, to my great surprise, she released my hand and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Oh, Ron, thank you, thank you," she exclaimed in my ear, with her cheek pressed against mine. I couldn't resist, and reached around her waist, pulling her shivering body to mine.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes," she breathed, clinging to me.
This was the way we were meant to be, our bodies melting together. I knew it, she knew it, we both knew we never wanted it to end. Reluctantly I finally pulled my cheek away from hers, and we stared into each other's eyes. There was no way we could have stopped what happened next. Our mouths came ever so slowly closer together until ZAP! They met and the fireworks began.
Some indeterminate time later she finally had the strength to pull away.
"Oh, Ron, oh my darling Ron, I'm married, Ron, I'm married! We can't go on like this."
"I know, Jan, I know. You'd better get in the car, now, and we'll have to pretend this never happened."
"Yes, Ron, but first, just one last kiss, our last one forever."
Man, was that ever passionate. Our tongues were thrusting deep into each other's mouths and our pelvises were thrusting together.
I realized I was about to come in my pants, and I knew I had to stop this, so I pulled away.
"Good-bye, my love. Now get in the car and drive home to Bill, and make mad passionate love to him tonight. Promise?"
She was fumbling with the key now. "Yes, I promise. But, Ron ... one thing I won't promise, is to pretend this never happened. I'm going to remember this night as long as I live."
"Yeah, me too, Jan, me too."
I decided it would be best if I didn't send her a lunch IM the next day, or the day after that. On the third day I was debating with myself on the way to work. I wanted to see her so much! Did I dare? I had only just gotten my system up and connected when she took the lead:
Jan - Dinner tonight, 6PM our house. Be there!
me - R U sure this is a good idea?
Jan - Bill wants to meet you. Promise you'll come?
me - You really want to do this?
Jan - YES!!
me - OK where is it?
Jan - 3781 Elm. BE THERE!!
me - OK, OK, I'll be there.
Jan - I can't wait!!
'This has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life, ' I thought as I turned onto Elm street. 'It's going to be a disaster, ' I told myself as I caught an address on the 3400 block.
I very nearly turned around at the next corner, but Jan had been so sure she wanted me to come, and I had promised her. She would be furious with me if I backed out now.
Ah, there was the house. I parked at the curb and made my way to the door with a huge weight in my stomach. 'You can do this, Ron, ' I nearly said aloud as I reached for the doorbell. 'Do it for Jan, ' were my thoughts as I waited for someone to open the door. 'Please let it be Jan, ' as the door started to open.
A man stood there smiling. "Come in, Ron, I'm Bill."
"Oh, hi, Bill. I really don't feel like I should be here, but Jan insisted. Is she... ?" I was peering around his head at the empty room behind him.
"Nonsense, you're very welcome here. I told her to invite you."
'Right, sure, ' I thought. 'You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what I was doing with your wife just three nights ago. Maybe I should tell you right now and watch that silly smile disappear from your face.'
By now he'd grabbed my right hand with his and shaken it, then pulled me into the room. As he closed the door behind me he nodded toward the sofa.
"Sit down over there while I get you a drink. What would you like?"
I'd already anticipated that question on the way over, and had decided I didn't need anything that might cloud my better judgment.
"Nothing, thanks, I'm not much of a drinker."
His grin got wider. "Me either. But wait, I forgot to answer your question. Jan's in the kitchen, just finishing up dinner. She said she'd call us when it was ready."
We stared awkwardly at each other for a moment. I finally decided I should say something.
"I'm trying to remember, Bill, if Jan told me what you do. Something about houses, maybe?"
I knew perfectly well that he was a architect, and designed homes for some very rich people. But I didn't want him to know how much time his wife and I had spent together.
"Well, yes, it is about homes. I'm an architect, and I specialize in designing custom homes."
That gave us something to talk about. I commented that their home seemed to have some special touches, and he shrugged, saying it was just a tract home, but he had tried to do a few things to it. That led to him showing me some of the things he had done, and the time went much more quickly than I had expected.
Suddenly I heard Jan's voice behind me, "Ron! I'm so glad you're here."
I turned around and her eyes fired a passionate hello as she took my hand in both of hers.
"Has Bill been bragging about his changes around here? Actually," she amended, turning to him and giving him a quick kiss, "I'm very proud of the changes he's made. Don't you agree he's very talented?"
I nodded, and she went on, "but now, guys, it's time to eat. Come join me in the dining room."
Wow, she had gone all out. Linen tablecloth, silver serving dishes, cloth napkins, beautiful goblets. It was a round table, and I had expected that she and Bill would sit opposite each other in traditional host and hostess positions. But Jan had pulled a little switch on that, putting Bill and me opposite each other, and herself between us, on the side nearest the kitchen.
The food was nothing special, and the dinner conversation wasn't exactly scintillating, but we did manage to get through the meal without any long embarrassing silences. After we had finished the sherbet that Jan brought out for dessert, Bill suggested we could all work together to help Jan clean things up, but Jan panicked.
"No way! I don't want Ron to see what the kitchen looks like right now. You guys go back in the living room, and I'll just take a minute to clear the table. Then I'll join you, and I have something serious to talk about."
Oh, oh. Here it comes. Is she really going to tell Bill what's been going on between us? This could get very nasty.
By now Bill and I were back in the living room, and it suddenly hit me that the only furniture to sit on was that sofa where he and I had been talking earlier. It was a big sofa, but I knew he wouldn't sit down next to me, and that meant when Jan came in she would have to sit between us. Indeed I sat at the left end of the sofa and he sat at the right end. Then we just sat there, saying nothing, each thinking our own thoughts.
Fortunately Jan didn't take long to clear the table, and she soon bounced into the room. Yes, bounced was the term for it. She was positively giddy. We'd each had one glass of wine during dinner, but that wouldn't have been enough to do that to her, unless she had snuck some more behind our backs. Anyway, she sat down between us, turned and grinned at Bill, then turned and grinned at me.
"Now, about that serious conversation. Actually," she giggled, "I don't feel serious at all. I feel high as a kite."
"I think maybe you are high as a kite," Bill observed. "You haven't by any chance been drinking more of that wine in the kitchen, have you?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm not drunk. I haven't had anything except the one glass of wine during dinner. I'm just very happy, being here with the two men I care most about."
Ouch! I couldn't see Bill's face, but that had to hit him hard.
"Ron," she said, turning toward me, "Bill and I had a long conversation last night, and I told him about the parking lot Monday night."
"Don't look so scared," she went on, seeing my face, "he took it very well. Didn't you, hon?"
"I'll admit," Bill put in, leaning forward so he could look at me, "that I was shocked at first, but after a bit I realized this had to be really hard for Jan to tell me. And then it hit me that she was doing it because she didn't want to hide anything from me."
"I told him I thought he should know that I was very attracted to you, but that I loved him very much, and I didn't want to lose him, and I would do anything to keep him. I also said I could, and would, control the feelings I have about you."
I nodded my agreement. "That's right, Bill, I don't know how many times she has said 'I'm married' to me. And while I'm at it, Bill, I have to tell you that I'm very much attracted to Jan, but I've been trying to resist those feelings. I don't believe in messing around with married women, and I certainly don't want to wreck your marriage. What we did Monday night was wrong, and I promise you it will never happen again."
"Not," I added when I realized what I'd said, "that we made love, or anything like that. I know Jan would never cheat on you that way. But we did go further than we should have."
"I know, Ron, Jan told me everything. So I know you were kissing very passionately at the side of the car, but you didn't get in with her. I also know that you were the one who called a halt to the last kiss, and helped her into the car, and then," at this point I saw a smile flicker over his serious face, "you said she should come home and make love to me." Now his eyes were on her. "And we did. Oh, god did we ever! We made mad, passionate, love for hours that night. And Tuesday night. And last night we made love as soon as we got home, and then talked after dinner, and then made love again before we talked some more."
Jan broke in, "And you're not going to believe what Bill told me last night. He told me -- didn't you Bill -- that it would be OK if you and I kissed again, so long as he was right there to be sure it didn't go too far. So I want to do it, right now." and she leaned toward me.
"Oh, god, Jan, you know I'd love to kiss you, but I don't think Bill really meant it. And I do mean what I said; I don't want to do anything more to hurt your marriage."
"What do you mean 'anything more'?" came Bill's voice from behind Jan's head, as her face filled my view. "Man, I just told you. The last three days our sex has been hotter than anything since our honeymoon. If you kissing Jan can do that, I'd say you're the best thing that's ever happened to our marriage. So go ahead and kiss her!"
"See?" Jan said in triumph. "Now you know why I was so insistent this morning," she whispered just before her lips met mine.
I still felt this wasn't right, and I couldn't totally get into it, but it sure felt wonderful to have Jan's body melting against mine again. For her part, Jan wasn't holding back. She had rolled toward me and was pressing her thigh against mine, while her breast was rubbing against my rib cage. Her mouth was open and her tongue was probing against my lips. I finally granted it entry and she began stroking in and out of my mouth. The lady was on fire.
"Do I get a turn now?" Bill finally asked.
"Oh, yes darling!" she grunted as she rolled away from me and toward him.
Her kisses seemed just as passionate in that direction as they had been a moment earlier with me. He slipped a hand down to rub her ass, to which she responded by bringing her knee up onto his lap and thrusting her crotch against his thigh. She was wearing a skirt, which was now pulled up exposing most of her thigh. I was staring, mesmerized, my cock throbbing.
Finally she pulled away from his mouth and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, and she rolled back to me. I knew better than to put my hand on her ass, but that didn't keep her from pulling her knee up onto my lap and pushing her crotch rhythmically against my thigh. And that wasn't the half of it. Her thigh, thrown across my lap, was grazing my cock through my pants, and as she moved her ass back and forth her thigh was lightly rubbing my inflamed member. Bill no longer existed for me. My mouth was open and my tongue was dueling with hers.
I could hear her starting to moan quietly inside my mouth and finally realized there was a hand between her breast and my chest. Bill had rolled over against her back and was working her tit though her blouse. I felt another hand work its way between us, and now he was squeezing and pinching both of them. Jan was out of control, pounding her pussy against my leg and kissing me wildly.
"Come to daddy," Bill whispered in her ear, and she obeyed.
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I am spending the summer with my best friend Matt. Due to an odd set of circumstances I got mistaken for a girl (partly because my birth name is Stacy but everybody has always called me Butch) and adopted by the friends of Matt's little sister, who got me a full makeover at the mall. I have a couple guys interested in me, as well as a girl! I am happier than I've ever been, Matt is disgusted, and his little sister Zoe is furious and threatening to expose me. So I was out at the park last...
Butch and Stacy 13 "Hey, hi! Can I have your autograph?" "Would you sign this for me?" "Can you stand here beside me while my friend takes our picture?" For maybe three weeks, I had become the center of the school universe. Everybody had seen the video, and everybody had hated or feared or despised Lila (except her two minions, who had vanished into the woodwork) so it was Stacy celebrity time. Or Butch time; they called me that too, because of the video, see. We could not eat...
All my life I have been in hiding or learning to fight from one master or another. School was tutors and there was always Roger watching and more than once slapping my head. He was supposed to be my bodyguard but he always said learning came first. My parents were distant and emotionless when it came to me which is why I was named Demon. I was a younger son and not meant to rule and that changed on my sixteenth birthday. My oldest sister was killed and then both older brothers with my parents...
Authors Note: This is a story out of my own fantasies, because I felt there was a lack of what "I" would look for and fantasize about. This is not a story for everyone, this is a very specific niche. I am not a writer, I would love someone who is a writer and is interested to help me out. This is my first story so go easy on me. If anyone likes this story as a whole, I'd love feedback on writing styles/punctuation/etc. This story focuses heavily on anal, incest, obessions and extreme dirty...
IncestThe Boy Bride Three -- Married By Gingerfred Man Previously For some of you, I guess this is the part of my life story you've been waiting to read. The part where I, Dylan Griffith, a pantied little sissy, get into a lovely wedding gown, attended by lots of envious bridesmaids and adored by a legion of jealous men, then get my ass plowed again and again by a big, strong, snorting, rutting husband. Well you won't be disappointed. Telling you about my wedding and my marriage...
It was a normal Friday except it was the 4th of July, Sam my husband and me (Lynn) his wife were standing in the living room when someone knocked on the door about 9:30 in the morning. I answered the door and it was the lady across the street and two houses down, her name was Tammy. Tammy came in where I and my husband Sam were sitting there having our morning coffee and said, “Hi guys, I would like to talk to Lynn alone in private about girl stuff if that’s ok?” Sam said,...
Happily Married By Gingerfred Man Chapter One - TGIF Four forty-three p.m. On a Friday. An incredibly sexy, very beautiful, 25-year-old woman, who obviously had the hots for me, was flirting at me full force. Again. "So, Dan," Leila said as she batted her 1.5-inch lashes at me, "a bunch of us are going for drinks after work today. Why don't you come with us for once?" For the billionth time, I wondered why Leila was so persistent. She knew I was happily married and she...
Butch and Stacy 2 Synopsis: Matt was my best friend, and had always called me by my preferred nickname, Butch. Now some friends of his younger sister Zoe had caught me in his pool in her swimsuit, and insisted on calling me by my given name, Stacy (I was named after a tv detective). Since I have nothing else to wear, they insist I try on some of Zoe's things while they observe. They think I'm a girl! And if I say I'm not, they will think I am a transvestite and Matt and I are gay, won't...
Butch and Stacy Synopsis: Matt is upset about losing Butch. Mrs. Wilson tries to deal. I go to church and meet potential friends and at least one potential enemy. The girls did not seem put out by Matt's reaction to my makeover, but then again they didn't know I was really a guy, which made his reaction much more meaningful to me. They scampered downstairs to sample the lasagna, and praised Matt's caesar salad. "So Stacy!" Cho chirped. I saw Matt wince at the name. "When will...
Butch and Stacy 4. Synposis: My parents named me Stacy after their favorite tv detective but everybody always called me by my dad's nickname, Butch. I am spending the summer with my best friend Matt who wants me to keep on being Butch, but the friends of his little sister Zoe think I am a girl so they call me Stacy. They have accepted me into their clique and are planning a trip to the mall tomorrow for a complete makeover "from the skin out". This means that Matt's mom has to make...
Butch and Stacy 6 This part starts out withe me brooding about everybody I had met, but then it hops around over the next two week period, so please try to keep track! I expected to have a rough night of it that first Monday, after Butch had angrily torn my nightie off and then screamed insults at me. He had been my best friend, and now he obviously hated me. I had cried my eyes out in the arms of his mom, the lady I call Aunt Liz. But for some reason, once I was done crying I...
Butch and Stacy Eleven I am Stacy, a girl. The family I am staying with says I used to go by the nickname of Butch, which feels odd to me. Maybe I was a tomboy? Or was there more to it than that? Why are they all acting so funny around me? ................................................ Although Doc examined me every day looking for that hematoma thing in my brain, he never found any. He had other experts come in, and nobody found anything. They all said I was very lucky, that...
The Friday afternoon, I was packing up a few things to take back home for the mid-year break when Murray Allen knocked at my door. “Great, you’re still here,” he said. “I was hoping to catch you before you left. I guess there’s still stuff to sort out for the wedding and honeymoon. I wanted to tell you, it’s not official yet, but we recommended that your thesis be accepted, and you will be getting your PhD. Now, it still has to go before the Professorial Board, and they will recommend that...
My name's Tommy and I'm getting married. Sounds like an AA introduction,doesn't it? It probably should because right now I'm viewing getting marriedlike a curse. You know, getting married is just something that most peopleassume they're going to do. Your parents talk about grandc***dren, your sistermight mention about what kind of aunt she'll be, and of course - eventually -your girlfriend will make little comments about getting married and havingbabies. So, I just kinda assumed that I...
The ringtone on Linda’s old flip-phone woke her from a sound sleep. Glancing at the time display on the phone, she saw it was already 9:15. She hoped that was an a.m. and not a p.m. time. Answering the call, Linda said, “Hello, this is Linda.” The voice on the phone said, “Good Morning, Linda. I’m calling from the credit union. Your debit card is here. You can pick it up anytime now.” “Okay, thanks for calling,” mumbled Linda. The lady disconnected and Linda slumped back sleepily on her...
Eric Stewart figured out that he’d put himself in a trap. Before he’d married Candy, she had gone to the State’s Attorney’s office to meet Miss Murphy. Everyone in the office she had asked where to find Miss Murphy would know that she was a rape victim; that was the only sort of case Murphy handled. He had thought that not inviting anybody to see his wedding would avoid their making that connection. Now, though, he was married and nobody at the office -- except the guy in the personnel...
“How do you mean, Major?” John responded, “Kathleen, in this discussion, please call me John, as this is happening through friendship and not as a Security Service matter. To answer your question, I first have to tell you – in case you were unaware of it – that The Personalia are experts with nano-machines, commonly referred to as nanos. Have you heard of that?” “No, John. I hadn’t come across that fact. What have nanos to do with me?” “As The Personalia explained it to me, they have the...
Michelle isn’t in the habit of getting up early to make her lovers breakfast, as a matter of fact she expects them to take her out for breakfast. The few that were exceptionally good, who she wanted to spend more time with. Then she would prepare a breakfast for them. Bill definitely deserved a good solid breakfast after the wild night he gave her. He woke up to the sweet aroma of pancakes and sausages. Naked he got out of bed to go to the bathroom but to get to the bathroom he had...
Chapter 11: Paige’s Dilemma We became so intrigued by the letter Mackey had written for Corporal Ramsey that we forgot to get ready to go to dinner. Paige watched me fold the letter Mackey had written to an imaginary girl and put it in my pocket. She didn’t say anything, but we both knew that I would share the letter with our friends if the occasion arose. It was too good to keep under wraps. We found our little group in the bar, waiting for a table. Fred ordered drinks for us and a second...
Chapter 1 Meeting the distribution committee I’m Brian Driver, age thirty, the owner of several small businesses and real estate in a small upper state New York town. I’ve never been married, but I am the father of two children. Mary, the children’s grandmother, lives with us. I’ve been estranged from my family since I arrived here, nearly eight years ago. I left home because of a girl. She jilted me. My parents never forgave me for abandoning them, and when I disappointed them by fathering...
Butterfly Synopsis John was changing physically and mentally and was doing so within hours of that moment in the forest. It takes twelve hours for the common cold to take hold and give us a hint that we have it. It took about that same amount of time for all of the signals that flow through us naturally to change as well, and John woke to a new world. John woke to the same sun, room and bed, but clearly it didn't feel the same, and it would only get worse... Players John,...
Hi folks. This one is a bit different, but then maybe again it isn't. The reason why I think it's different is because I didn't make this one up. I also didn't read about this one on the net. This is a mostly true story. AlleyKat and I went to our first car show of the year, recently and an acquaintance of mine sat down and told me the whole story while people passed by and looked at our cars. He and his wife and daughter told me I could write the story. I did take a literary license and...
Later that day, when all their routine tasks were dealt with, John reminded Kathleen about her parents. “Kathleen, my dear, it is high time you phoned your parents and got them to consider emigrating.” “Oh, yes. Will you stay by me, John, while I make the call? I may have to get you to speak to them.” “I can do that, sure.” She put the call through, and her mother answered. “Hello?” “Momma? It’s me, Kathleen.” “Kathleen? Where are you, girl? I thought you had emigrated. Are you...
Bob swept his arm round to encompass them all. “Gentlemen, the Chairman rides in my car, and we have coaches for the rest of you. We are going to my official residence nearby, where we shall have a drink and something to eat, and a chance to rest for a while. My ladies are anxious to say hello, and we have a butler in training. I hope you will forgive him if he makes an error; he is new to the job. We try to find a job for every new settler, but unfortunately our Jeeves – as we call him – has...
Three and a half hours before he was about to get married to Emily, Ryan received the strangest text message ever. He shouldn’t have responded. It was bad luck, he thought, to see his wife before the wedding. Yet, here he was replying to her in an attempt to find out what she wanted.Ryan shook his head at the terse responses he was getting and the somewhat angry replies of ‘why he should get round to her house right now?’ He shook his head in despair, but he knew that when Emily got in a mood...
CuckoldA big ‘Thank You’ goes out to my editor ‘Techsan’ who is always there for me. * As I rolled off her soft warm body I thought what a beautiful and wonderful woman she was. Tender, sweet and everything a man could possibly ask for in a woman. I laid my hand back on her breast and kissed her softly. She turned on her side and pushed her butt up against my now flaccid member. I put my arms around her and we simply cuddled. I loved this women with all my heart and all my soul. Looking back over my...
Special thanks to Pete ‘the old fart’ 2018 for his expertise in reediting and reproofing. This was my day. For the last four months my mom and I had been arranging my wedding. From the guest list to my lovely dress, we did everything with military precision. Ron my husband to be had been very understanding. He left the wedding arrangements to Mom and me. His short guest list was his parents, a brother, his Uncle Don and five other couples. I had since met his Uncle Don numerous times. This...
Hi Honey, This needs to be short cuz I need meet him soon.This morning I woke up with feeling horny and sexy. I look at my lover besides me who is sleeping well. He shorter than you and couple inches taller of me and is older and has not much hair. But he is so nice and strong in sex too. We fit good together on bed. I remove his blanket and go down to tease his sleeping dick. He notices that I am caressing his dick so he moans then spread his legs widely commanding me to continue what I...
I had never been so happy to be home. An hour, just to go to the grocery store to pick a few things up for dinner. I thought I was going to beat the rush by going earlier in the day. Not so much, apparently. Now that I was home, and I still had a few hours until I had to start dinner, I was going to take a well-deserved nap. I put my key in the front door, and found it unlocked. I thought that was odd, but, dismissed it, as I may not have locked it when I left. After depositing the groceries in...
Vanakam! Enathu peyar Krish vayathu 27 naan Chennaiyil oru software niruvanathil velai paathu varugiren. Intha niruvanathin owner abuthabiyil irukiraar avaruku oru pen irukiraal avalai eppozhuthavathu thaan parka mudiyum. Aval abuthabiyil irunthu vacationku chennai varuvaal intha muraium aval varuvaal endru ethirpaarthen. Antha uuril avalal mugathai yarukum kaamika mudiyaathu aanal namathu uuril kandipaaga aval mugathai kaamika mudium. Naan oru naal kaalaiyil niruvanathil velai paarthukondu...
Butching It Up A Story By LorenaMae, Copyright (c) 1995 I was sitting on a stool in my favorite queer bar, my legs, clad in sheer black nylons sleekly crossed. Between the miniskirt and the four inch pumps, they looked a million miles long. I was wearing my hair in a Veronica Lake style, long, blonde and falling over one eye. I supped my vodka tonic and took a cigarette from the pack on the bar. I started to look through my purse, long red nails clawing to find my lighter. ...
Butchytown By Trapper Jock McIntyre Part I - Life Can Be Hard in Butchytown - But That's Not a Bad Thing Tucked away in a typical heartland, you'll find the not so typical community of Butchytown. Butchytown grew out of various experiments conducted by various secret agencies in the late 1960s during the Cold War. Given the hysteria of the time, it was felt that something needed to be done to toughen up society, a society that these agencies saw as going all soft with things...
Butchytown II By Trapper Jock McIntyre After their encounter in the girls restroom, Angie and Kathy walked and continued to talk about plans for Kathy to give Angie a masculine makeover. Well have to go out and buy you some fly-front briefs and some undershirts Kathy said. If were going to do this, we best do you right. Ill build you up from the inside out Sounds like a plan Angie replied. And how about a shirt and tie to complete the outfit Sounds dreamy! Oh look, theres...
Caller: “Hello?”119 Operator: “Hello! Happy holidays and thank you for choosing Butterball Turkey! What’s your emergency?”Caller: “Why would you think there’s an emergency?”Operator: “It’s Christmas Eve, sir. Why else would you be calling a turkey company?”Caller: “Well, you’re so right, young lady! And I certainly hope you can help me…this is an absolute nightmare.”Operator: “Oh no! What can I do for you sir?”Caller: “I have a group of twenty friends and relatives coming over for...
HumorThe young Crown Prince Mustapha, when he was still only nine years old, and back in Kobekistan for his English school's Easter holidays, gave his father, His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live forever and have many sons, pause for thought when he said, "You know, Father, your super Golden Palace lacks only one thing." "And what might that be, O my disrespectful son?" His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah asked. "A butler. You need a Jeeves. You really should...