My lovely fuckloaf
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Clint cruised slowly down the gravel road, leaving only a thin, short-lived trail of dust behind his RV. Born and raised in just such an area, he knew to avoid kicking up a dust storm if he wanted to remain friendly with the locals. He absolutely wanted to remain friendly with the locals.
Doing exactly that was why he had access to most of the properties in the area, giving him the best possible chance of accomplishing his goal. If the stories he’d heard were true, and he could prove it, there was a chance of attracting grant money or donations to the foundation.
As he drove, he mentally mapped the locations he had recently stayed overnight, trying to decide where to set the night’s base camp. Naturally, the next logical place was one of the few properties the owner wouldn’t allow him on. He’d asked the previous year, and been refused in a vehement - even threatening - manner. The property was huge, and left a giant hole in his coverage of the area. The man’s driveway was fast approaching, and he glanced that way as he passed.
He immediately let off the accelerator, having seen a woman he didn’t recognize walking down the lane toward the mailbox. He’d also noticed flowers growing next to the house, and those certainly hadn’t been there when the crotchety old man had chased him off the property the previous year. He pulled as far off the side of the road as he could and stopped.
God damn! he thought as he got his first good look at her in the rearview mirror. The white t-shirt she was wearing looked as though it was ready to explode from trying to contain her tits. The rest of her wasn’t bad, either. She had long blonde hair, and a pretty face. Her shorts showed off her nice legs, and a butt that was big, but not too big. He guessed she was about his mother’s age.
He took a moment to compose himself, and opened the door. The heat and humidity hit him like a sledgehammer. A thunderstorm had popped up earlier, drowning the area in a downpour. The clouds had barely passed before the temperature had skyrocketed once more. All the evaporating rain water made the air feel as thick as soup, and it was the absolute hottest part of the scorching summer day.
“Afternoon,” she said when he climbed out of the RV. “You lost? Afraid I may not be of much help. I barely know my own way around.”
“No, I didn’t recognize you, so I thought I’d stop. Isn’t this...” he trailed off as the old man’s name escaped him.
“Hibb Keller?” she prompted.
He snapped his fingers. “Yeah, I think that was the name. Did he move?”
“Passed away at the first of the year.”
“I’m sorry.”
She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, then used it to wipe the sweat from her brow. “He lived a full life. To be perfectly honest, I hadn’t seen him in over ten years.”
He walked up to her and asked, “Related?”
“My uncle. He left the place to me.” She chuckled, shrugged, and clarified, “Well, he left it to the family, and nobody else wanted it.” She held out her hand and said, “I’m Alice Keller.”
Clint shook her hand and said, “Clint Drake.”
“Let me guess. You want to look through all the junk he had stacked everywhere?”
That explained the old man’s territorial behavior. If he was a collector, having some stranger on the property with his treasures was absolutely intolerable. He knew the type quite well.
He shook his head. “I work with the Raptor Research Foundation. People in the area have been telling stories about a strange owl. I’ve heard what I believe were calls from Boreal Owls in the area a couple of times, and it always seems to come from this direction.”
“I’ve certainly got some hooters,” she said.
You can say that again, he thought, having to fight to keep his eyes from dropping down to her breasts.
She continued, “They’re living in the barns and out in the woods. Hear them all the time and see them once in a while.”
“Those are probably Horned Owls. Boreals make a completely different sound, and if they’re actually here, they’re an oddity. This is easily two hundred miles south of their normal breeding range.”
From farther up the drive, he heard a man’s voice say, “You again?”
Shit, Clint thought, recognizing the old man as Hibb’s friend, from his previous stop at the property.
Shaking his finger as he approached, the gray-haired man said, “If you think you’re going to take advantage of Alice here because Hibb passed on, you best be rethinking it.”
“It’s fine, Floyd,” Alice said. “He’s looking for owls, not uncle Hibbs collection.”
The old man walked up next to Alice and stared daggers at Clint. “Hmph! Owls. Big load of hogwash, I say.”
“We’re trying to sell things, remember?” Alice said, and then patted the old man on the shoulder.
“Sell them for what they’re worth. Not peanuts or pilfering.”
Hearing that they were selling sparked an idea for a possible inroad. “If you’re looking to sell, I know someone who buys. They call themselves Barn Owl Treasures.”
The old man snorted and rolled his eyes.
Alice said, “I actually called them. They said they’d put me on the list, but I haven’t heard anything back.”
Clint smiled and said, “I know the owner’s son, though. Looking for owls, I spend a lot of time in barns. When I see something interesting, I pass along the tip. I’ve hit pay dirt often enough that he takes me seriously.”
“Really? It would be nice to clean out at least a little of this stuff,” Alice said longingly.
Knowing the type, Clint tossed a trump, hoping to take the trick. He addressed Floyd and said, “You probably know the collection like the back of your hand. You could pick out some things you know are really valuable, and I’ll take pictures for him. That’s sure to get his attention.”
The old man’s eyes lit up, and Clint knew he had him. Floyd folded his arms across his chest and grinned. “Oh, there’s a few pieces here and there that’ll make a man piss himself, if he knows what he’s looking at.”
Clint said, “Point them out, and maybe I can help you sell a few things. In the meantime, I’ll keep my eyes on the rafters to see if I can find what I’m looking for.”
“Sounds like a good deal to me,” Alice encouraged the old man.
Floyd’s brow wrinkled, and he grunted. “I’ve heard they pony up, and deal fair. That’s why I had you call them, Alice.” He turned his attention back to Clint and said, “If you think you can get them here, I’ll show you a few things.”
“Put the right stuff in front of them, and they’ll stop whatever they’re doing to come try to buy it,” Clint said.
Alice clapped her hands, and rubbed them together. “Let’s get to it, then. Clint, why don’t you pull up to the house?” she said while leading Floyd back up the lane.
Clint climbed back into his RV with a victorious smile.
After wiping his shoulder across his brow, Clint took another drink of the ice-cold lemonade Alice had brought out, and sighed in relief.
He was drenched in sweat, covered in barn dust, and losing daylight fast, but at least he was on the property. Floyd had instantly lost his surly attitude and grown animated once he started talking about the items from the collection he wanted to show off. Even with his limited knowledge, Clint knew the old man had reason to be proud of the valuable items.
After snapping pictures of the specific treasures Floyd had selected, he took some wider shots inside of the two barns as well. He then sent a message to Justin, describing the property, and attached the pictures.
It had only been five minutes, but he received a reply that read, “Holy shit. Get them to save that Sinclair sign for me. I’m a couple of days out. Can you get me a number?”
Clint gestured with his phone and said, “Justin just texted me. He’s interested in coming out. He wants a contact number.”
Alice offered a brilliant smile and said, “Sure. Let me know when you’re ready.”
Clint typed in the number as she said it, and sent the message. Justin rapidly responded with a request to call her immediately. Alice agreed, and only seconds after Clint sent the message, her phone rang.
“Okay, I’ll talk to you then. Bye,” she said as she ended the call. She then explained, “He’s going to call me as soon as he gets home from his trip, and make arrangements to come out. He asked if we’d save that Sinclair sign for him.”
Floyd offered a wicked, knowing chuckle. “He’s hooked. You’ll make a pretty penny off that.” The old man then yawned and stretched.
“Go ahead home, Floyd. I’ll call you to let you know when he’s coming out,” Alice suggested.
The old man yawned again. “I’ll drive a hard bargain, and make sure old Hibb doesn’t start spinning in his grave. You take care.” He gave Alice a familiar pat on the butt, and then walked toward his pickup.
“Thanks for making the connection for us,” she said to Clint.
“Happy to do it.” He gave Floyd time to get into his truck and start the engine before asking, “I was wondering if you’d mind me parking here tonight? I’m hoping to hear that Boreal.”
She didn’t hesitate at all when she answered, “No, that’s fine. Do you need to plug in? My uncle had an outlet put in.”
Pleasantly surprised, he said, “If you don’t mind. That would save me some gas.”
“No trouble at all. And don’t worry about waking me up. I keep late hours, and I sleep like the dead once I do go to bed. Are you hungry?”
“Not really. I ate just before I got here” he answered. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to walk around the property and get my bearings before it gets dark.”
“Make yourself at home,” she said as she turned back toward the house. “The RV outlet is right next to where the bug zapper is plugged in. If you change your mind about having a bite, just come knock on the door.”
He said, “Thanks.” Then he thought, I’d love to have a bite of that, while watching her sexy ass sway. He was smart enough to tear his eyes away from the sight before she caught him. He was already parked close enough, so he plugged in the RV, and then turned his attention to exploring the property before nightfall.
He had a solid sense of where all the outbuildings, the pond, and the edge of the woods that dominated the property were by the time darkness descended. Eventually, he hoped to be able to mark trails through the woods, allowing him to find his way at night, but for the time being, he could navigate nearby. The full moon would help with that.
Even with the sun down, he was still sweating. It had been a scorcher, and the night seemed as if it wasn’t going to be any cooler.
Clint settled into a lawn chair retrieved from the RV, and almost immediately wished he’d asked Alice to turn off the bug zapper. The periodic buzzing of moths and potato bugs led to their doom by the violet light kept breaking his concentration. His ears were his most useful tools in locating and identifying the elusive, nocturnal owls.
Those keen ears heard the door of the house open, and he glanced that way, only to be nearly knocked out of his seat by what he saw. Alice had exchanged her white t-shirt for a bikini top that left vast swaths of her overflowing breasts bared to his stunned gaze.
“I’m going to go have a dip in the pond,” she said as she crossed the porch while whipping a towel over her shoulder. “Do you need anything before I head that way?”
His brain short-circuiting from the unexpected revelation of even more of her huge tits, he seized on the first coherent thought that entered his head - bug zapper. “Would you mind turning off the bug zapper? It keeps distracting me.”
“Sure,” she said, and grinned.
He had to fight hard to hold back a groan when she bent over, showing off her ass and letting her breasts hang in the sling of her bikini top. Though his first thought was that she was flirting, he dismissed it, unwilling to risk the chance he was wrong. She unplugged the insect executioner, and then walked down the steps with her flip-flops slapping on the wood.
“I’ll be back at the pond, if you need anything,” she said. She waved as she walked along the front of the house, and then vanished around the corner.
Clint blew out a long, slow breath through pursed lips once she was out of sight. He needed something, but he wasn’t sure enough of his instincts to try for it. Access to the property was too advantageous to his quest for the rumored Boreal. He felt it was better safe than sorry.
Of course, he knew he was going to be sorry he didn’t jump at even the slightest chance to see the rest of those tits. As flustered as he was, he reasoned that he probably would have made a fool of himself, anyway. Content - for the time being - with that rationalization, he closed his eyes and attuned his ears to the sounds of the night.
It wasn’t long before he was rewarded. The hoot was that of a Horned Owl, but it provided an opportunity. While he wanted to confirm the presence of the Boreal, he was documenting the more common types of owls as well. He popped up from his chair and headed in the direction from which he’d heard the sound arise. He had little trouble negotiating the shin-high grass in the moonlight as he walked toward the largest of the barns. Once he neared the structure, the owl called again, narrowing down its location.
Clint scanned the roof of the barn, and spotted the owl at the same time as it called out again. He lifted the camera slung around his neck, which was equipped with a low light lens and set up for same. He snapped the picture, and upon checking it, found it was a good shot. The roof was shingled, and that visible pattern would provide scale to determine the owl’s size.
With the owl still in sight, he let the camera settle back around his neck, and reached into the pouch on his hip. He turned on the recorder, aimed the stereo mikes at the owl, and hit record. The owl seemed to be purposely holding back, but he kept the device on target, knowing he had 32 gigs of storage. Finally, the owl rewarded him with a clear call.
Though faint, he heard an answering call not long after. Unfortunately, it was coming from deep in the woods. Not having marked any trails, it wouldn’t be practical - or safe - to try to track down the second owl. The first owl chose that moment to leap into flight, vanishing on its quiet wings in search of prey.
Happy with the results, he started back to the RV. He had nearly reached his chair when he heard it.
Clint broke out into gooseflesh, and a chill raced up his spine upon hearing the staccato, high-pitched - for an owl - sound of the Boreal’s call. For the first time, it wasn’t a rumor, or a distant, questionable tease from far away. It was distinct, unmistakable, and thrilling. He managed to home in on the sound before it faded away, and stalked toward it with purpose.
Along the way, he pulled out his recorder, hit record, and prayed the owl would call again. Come on. Come on, he thought as he moved toward the sound. The grass grew thicker as he moved away from the various outbuildings, forcing him to watch his footing more carefully. He slowed as he neared the woods, desperately willing the owl to sound off again.
Then, sweet victory. He silently screamed yes when the owl called again. Reacting quickly, he aimed the mikes directly at the sound. He knew he was capturing something almost unheard of so far south, and everyone at the institute would be just as giddy as he was.
As soon as the call faded, he stopped recording and prepared to play it back, praying the recording was clear.
“What on earth was that?”
Clint’s head turned toward Alice’s voice in a snap. He had been so intent upon recording the Boreal that he hadn’t even realized he was near the pond. Alice climbed out of the water onto a patch of the shore covered in sand, apparently unconcerned with her nudity or his presence.
Glittering rivulets of water streamed down her body in the moonlight. Her breasts were everything he had imagined. They were big and pendulous, but not droopy. He could clearly see her large, bumpy areolas, which surrounded nipples that looked erect. Between her legs was a nest of curls that glimmered from the droplets of water clinging to it.
Clint drank in the sight of her naked body, growing hard at a rapid pace. He only realized he was staring when she chuckled.
Alice leaned on one of the two chairs set on the pseudo beach, and reached up to run the fingers of her other hand through her wet hair. There was no doubt that the pose was meant to show off her body and entice. It was working.
She smiled and said, “Well, it’s about time. I was starting to think you were gay. Like what you see?”
The surprise ebbing, and with any doubt about her interest scattered on the wind, he answered, “You’re fucking hot.”
“Why don’t you come here and show me your hooter expertise?”
It was a foregone conclusion at that point. Clint walked toward her, fumbling to put his recorder back in its pouch, but it refused to cooperate. Alice stepped toward him once he was close, took the recorder, and dropped it on the seat of the chair, where her shorts and bikini were resting. He put a hand on her hip, sliding it up her side.
She let out a little moan, and hefted the camera while his hand continued up toward her breast. With a surprisingly deft movement, she swept the strap of the camera over his neck, and it too found a home in the seat of the chair.
Clint growled as he ran his hand over her right breast. The globe was soft in his hand, but his exploring fingers soon enough found her very hard nipple. She gasped when he touched it, and drew his other hand up as well. He filled both hands with her big, soft tits, squeezed them, and pushed them together.
The barest touch of her hand on the back of his neck was enough to encourage him to lean in.
Alice’s fingers moved down to his back, curling into claws as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. Her other hand soon joined it, and her nails raked his back. Clint took the stiff nipple between his lips, sucked it for a moment, and then moved to its twin. He rolled it between his lips, let it escape, and then swirled his tongue around the other.
Her nails, which had already been tugging his shirt upward, began to do so with intent and purpose. Once she had the tail of the shirt in hand, he pulled away from her breast, and let her jerk the shirt over his head. She draped it over the back of the chair while tracing the lines of his chest with the other hand, and let out a hungry moan. Before he could wrap his lips around her nipple again, both her hands grabbed his belt.
She dispensed with his belt in a pair of rushed tugs, popped open the button, and unzipped his pants. Not pausing in the slightest, she roughly shoved his jeans and underwear down far enough for her to wrap her hands around his hard cock.
A sexy combination of a growl and a moan escaped her as she stroked his erection.
Clint stomped on his heels in turn, allowing him to kick off his shoes, but made sure she had no trouble holding onto his cock.
“Been a while since I felt a cock this hard,” she said.
“And I’ve never seen tits that big for real,” he said while trying - and failing - to lift a leg and remove his sock. The encumbrance of his pants at his thighs and his refusal to move away from her soft hand stroking him made it impossible.
“You do love hooters, don’t you?”
“I’ll show you.”
Alice put a hand on his chest, preventing him from fulfilling that promise. “Let me help you out of those pesky pants, first.”
He wasn’t going to argue with that.
She pushed his pants down, making a show of wiggling her ass and shaking her tits while doing so. Once they were down to his knees, she straightened and said, “Sit down.”
Clint looked behind him, located the other chair on the mini beach, and stutter-stepped back to it. As he sat down, Alice sank to her knees in front of him. She jerked off his socks, quickly followed by his pants, and then looked up into his eyes.
He growled in approval when she hefted her right breast and sucked the nipple in a thoroughly sexy display. She then leaned in and rubbed the moistened nub over the head of his cock. The slippery tickle was enough to make him ooze a drop of pre-cum. Alice didn’t miss that, and scooped it up with her nipple, which she was quick to bring back to her lips and suck clean with a loud moan.
She followed that up by letting both globes hang on either side of his erection, and then bouncing it between them. When she squeezed them both around him, his hands joined hers, with his thumbs over her nipples.
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With the Time Machine Bandit, Clemson, now 'incarcerated'. Alex and the crew of Meridian 12 must now find their Egyptian passengers a new home. What other surprises are in store from the Empress of Time and Space? And is this the last time we'll see Andromeda, Regina and the crew of Atlantis? Copyright 2014: R.G. Beyer Episode 10 "Loose Ends" "Alex? Where did you come from? Is mother all right? Did your...
Preface- I am the editor/co-author on this story. Notlooking5 was the creator of the story and other author. It was her brain child. Credit where credit is due. I was flattered that she asked me to assist her on writing this erotic literary work of fiction dealing with FemDom and other realted topics. It is rather lengthy, so hope you have the patience to read it throuhly. Please enjoy! I can’t believe this is happening to me! How did I get in this humiliating position? After my arrival at JFK...
BDSMDreams do come true I was a freshman in college, and I had the opportunity to do an internship that would change my life. Not only did I have the time of my life, but I also had my first sexual/gay experience. I shared the apartment with seven other guys. Everything in this story is 100% true. The names have been changed for obvious reasons, and all the boys mentioned have girlfriends.. I'll give you an idea of what I'm like, 5’11, in okay shape, not too skinny or too fat. I have brown hair and...
Gay MaleOne week after my release, I was called back to the hospital for an examination to see how I was progressing. The stitches in my head were fine with no sign of infection. I was assured that my hair would grow back and cover the scar to the point where it wouldn't be noticeable. The leg was another matter. "We want you to start physiotherapy tomorrow, Ian," the doctor said, finally showing a slightly human side. "Our facilities are quite modern and trained therapists are there to guide...
I am about 47 years old now and this would make her about 42. I am married to a beautiful woman who has lost almost all interest in sex. The wonderful things that medications can do to you. I my fantasy I meet up with Helen at a fast food joint and she gives me one of those wonderful hugs that I just love. She pulls her self up against me and holds me tight as I do the same to her. We break apart and make small talk then go about our lives. But in my fantasy the hug lingers and I...
Captain Sir Anthony Carter, KCB, sat stoically whilst Mr. Marsden, Secretary to their Lordships, read the report he had handed in. Mr. Marsden tried to emulate his mentor, Edward Nepean, in every way, even by re-reading the report after finishing it for the first time. Finally, he laid the papers aside and peered at Tony over his half-glasses. “This is a most unfortunate affair, and I shall have to inform Lord Mulgrave of it. He will be distraught, no doubt. It is most irritating that we...
She had no fears of hamsters, mice, gerbils, snakes, spiders, lizards, turtles, cats, or even horses. In fact she loved most animals. Just not dogs. What made this a real problem was that she was studying to be a vetrinarian, and this is what was keeping her up late for so many nights since September, much like tonight. She was nineteen, currently in her first year in university, a pleasant girl if a bit shy, with a peach, easily flushed complexion, especially around the cheeks, which were...
She had a month off work and he was self employed so nobody would be missing them for the next few days at least. It was now late on Sunday afternoon; they were heading north to lay low for a couple of weeks in hiding after ripping off Mr Jones, one of the drug dealers for twelve thousand pounds. They were in Kelly’s car with all her belongings as this was part of her planned trip but not Joes. He suggested that they stop at the next town to eat and buy a change of clothes for him. They...
I was tired, bored, and thirsty when I saw the neon sign of the roadhouse up ahead. I pulled my truck into the parking lot and went in. I had been driving for 12 hours straight, and it felt really good to be able to stretch my legs. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the low light in there. As I stepped to the side out of the way of the door and waited for my vision to adjust, my nose was assaulted by the distinct odor that permeated the air of the joint. An aroma that any biker,...
The Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction with content suitable only for adults (and stable ones at that) The Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction with content suitable only for adults (and stable ones at that). If you are prohibited from reading such material by the laws or standards of your community please depart immediately. Likewise, if you can?t tell the difference between reality and fantasy get the heck outta here. ??????????? The Colonel?s Wife ByVon...
"Come on, boys- you need to get what you paid for." You watch as Shay strips off the last of her clothing for her excited onlookers... The group of guys all smile and strip down completely as well. They all approach her happily. Within two minutes, she is down on the floor and she is all access to the group of men. Once everyone is in the *swing* of things, you stop watching and close the door. In the next room, you are greeted by Lola, your loving girlfriend. "Is she all set-up now," she...
BDSM(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm.Thank you to everyone who provided feedback on the first part!The doorbell rang over the sound of the hi-fi. Not having much of a party music collection, Kevin had stuck a Fatboy Slim album on, hoping it would create the right atmosphere. He dutifully headed towards the front door."So, have you worked out who she is yet?" he asked Dave, the only guest so far who had the nerve to get his dick out in front of anyone."Who cares?" replied Dave, pushing the captive woman's...
NovelsAn 18 year old girl fucking her way through the supernatural. ALL PEOPLE ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS OR ANYTHING OF SEXUAL NATURE ARE ALL OF THE AGE OF 18 OR OLDER, THE MAIN CHARACTER IS 18, IF THIS IS NOT THE LEGAL AGE TO CONSENT TO SEX IN YOUR AREA OR COUNTRY, DO NOT READ. This is a STORY, there will be more then one chapter. You may read this and think there is no plot, but a good plot takes time! It needs to grow along with the characters so just wait for it. Chapter one. Sophie had been raised...
The next time that Sandy was able to collect a conscious thought, she was naked, cuffed and collared. The cuffs one her wrists were bound together behind her back, and a chain connected the cuffs on her ankles, limiting her movement. She was vaguely aware that she was in her Mistress's home once again. She could faintly recollect entering the large house, being stripped and collared, bathing, having her hair dried and styled, and being led back through the house by a leash. Then, a single...
CONFESSIONS PT 1These are confessions and stories people have sent me and some have their name but others are anonymous. Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do? Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION 1BY ANONWhen I was in the Army I had a buddy who was living with a Korean woman while her husband was overseas for a year or so. The woman had a daughter about 7 y/o and a son around 9. My friend...
Chapter 1 – Charlie’s Birthday Why do most people assume that men and women who are friends must be secretly dating or fucking? I have never understood why men and women can’t be close friends like women are with each other and men are with each other. Granted, at times, friendships like these can cross borders and turn into something different for a glimpse in time. Does this mean that they are no longer good friends? Do they have to be labelled as a couple, being together, or the worst one...
Ding-dong! Ah, there it was. You walk up to the door to see a small package lying there. You quietly exlaim "yes!" and picked the package up. You see, a week ago, you decided to secretly order a fleshlight. Sure, you had a big, 8-inch dick in your pants, but you weren't very muscular and your social skills weren't anything special either. You also weren't rich. Well. Sounds like you don't have much going for you. If only those girls would be a little less picky! After carefully unboxing the...
Gabriella honked lightly as she spotted her daughter. The tall, scrawny girl with long reddish blonde hair opened the passenger door and threw her backpack into the back seat of Wilbur, the yellow1966 Volkswagen bug. "Hi, mom. I got an A+ on my speech today." She said as she pulled her earphones on and pulled out her cell phone. From there it was all texting and music through the MP3. She had tuned her mother out all the way home from track practice. "How many intervals did you have to run...
In the beginning our sex life was great, at least once a day. As the first year came to an end, so did our sex life. It fell to once a month and then once every three months. Every time I would bring up the subject she would get angry and it would start a fight. I decided it was not worth bringing it up and just dealt with it as best I could. Six years later and it was not improving at all. This is the story of what I did to try to save our marriage. Lexis is 14 years younger and very pretty...
‘Oh come on!’ David shouts as he pushes on the horn. It is Friday, Valentine’s Day, and our romantic evening out has turned into a commuter’s return nightmare. ‘We will get there when we get there,’ I try to assure him, his frustration giving me a slight headache. I glance over as he punches the horn again. ‘We are already thirty minutes late for our reservation, Shadow,’ he grumbles as we slowly creep along the freeway. ‘Well then you might as well calm down. It might make this go tens time...
When Alice came to, she was alone and in what could only be described as a compromised position.“Oh, dear,” she murmured, gazing at herself in the oval mirror that had been moved to the foot of the bed upon which she knelt, her arms stretched towards the ceiling, manacles of gold securing her wrists to a chain descending from the rafters. She let forth a sigh at the sight of her once pretty outfit, now quite disheveled and revealing much more Alice than she would have preferred. Much more leg....
BDSMShe was late, 30 mins already, her stepfather would punish her again. She was in for a spanking. She was supposed to be at the library, but she had been to a party. It was a st trinians and she was dressed very sexily. She had on white sheer panties and a white push up bra, a size to small. Her white blouse was tied up under her breast making them look very voluptuous. Her pleated red skirt was short. She had long over the knee socks and high shoes. Very daring but she loved to dress to cause a...
Looking down at Gail, Judy said, we’re going to have some fun this weekend Gail. We’re both going to like it. We’re going to go to the Octoberfest in Flagstaff, you and me, my sister the bitch and of course our husbands. You’re going to fuck my sister’s husband and then you’re going to turn my sister into a cunt lapper, just like you. I’ll figure it all out, you just need to convince your husband to Flagstaff for the weekend. Tell him he’ll not only get to fuck my sister, but watch a girl...
It all started with a simple text message. my friend was at his house and bored cause it was just his family there. i was pretty close with his family. i hung out there all the time. me and my friend have fooled around before with simple touching and watching porn together. he had 2 sisters and a brother that lived at home with him as well. One day i got a text message seeing if i wanted to hang out. i said i would be right over. i got there and walked in the house to see his family downstairs....
GayAmy’s aunt and uncle came to her house every Saturday afternoon to play cards with her parents. She called her cousin and had a blushing conversation with Tim about how Kevin wanted to watch her suck his dick. “He wants to watch you,” Tim said, “suck my dick . . . he knows you used to do that?” “Of course he knows,” she said, “I tell him everything.” “Did you tell him I screwed you?” Tim asked, blushing. “Well,” Amy said, “yeah, just that one time.” “Does he wanna watch me,” Tim...
"Dammit, I hate fucking waiting tables!" I said as I plopped down on a chair for an all too brief break during my shift at the diner.We weren't especially busy and that was the rub – whether we had one customer or one hundred, my boss and the owner of the diner wanted all her girls out circulating on the floor to make sure whatever customers we had got the quickest possible service. So on slow days like today, we had to work just as hard, but got shit for tips!I had been waitressing like this...
MoneyTHE SHIP, THE OASIS, THE BOOK, THE SLAVE. Part IV. By GENEVA Nesrine, her family and friends, in 17th century France, make preparations to flee the country because of repression for their Huguenot beliefs. Her magic book plays a part in their escape. This story will stand on its own, but it would be better to read parts I, II, and III for background. START. Marseille, France, the late 17th century Summoning them into the kitchen I discussed the grave situation with my two...
The next morning, after April left for school, I went to make our bed. Jake came to the doorway and leaned against the frame as he took a sip of coffee. ‘I can’t do it,’ he said. I finished smoothing out the comforter and then took a seat on the bed. ‘Are you talking about her or the car?’ He took another sip. ‘Her. But I gave you my word, I would help her get a used car.’ I was disappointed. ‘I see.’ “Yesterday, you made it clear to me how you felt.” He leaned off the frame and walked into...
So wondering if it was true, you know what they say, I decided to post an ad online. I asked to chat with bbc men and being from LA I got lots of replies. Finally a male replied with his girlfriend. He set a photo of the two of them both body builders. Like I'm think what was the catch. Well he was attracted to mature tall blond cds and his wife liked to watch him have fun. A joke right, well they seems legitimate so we talked on the phone. They were in town for a few days and wanted to play...
Author’s note: [ and ] delineate mind-to-mind dialog. The Persian and Athenian fleets met in the open sea. I do not know who this gave the advantage to, but the Athenians were very skillful in sailing their ships, whereas the Persians were more inexperienced and tended to do things “by the book.” The Persians did not know about the ballistas with the Zeus Javelins, so they were only concerned with keeping the Athenians from ramming them. This definitely worked to the advantage of the...
Emily chewed her lower lip as her sister frowned at her. “I’m not comfortable doing this, Em.” “He’s just so confused. I’d rather just help him find his family. We really don’t need to involve the authorities,” Emily argued. Truth was she was terrified the FBI or CIA would show up and haul him away to dissect him or something. She was almost convinced he wasn’t from Earth…as crazy as that sounded. “He’s a stranger. You’re not safe having him around. You don’t know what he’s capable—“ “Oh, Emma,...
Supernatural“Hope ur goin 2 dis ting 2nite, its been way 2 long! Colin :) ”, the message beeped through just as I finished gathering my footing. I’d never been graceful, and my clumsy trait lingered still.Colin, my closest friend in school had always kept in touch with me, but we hadn't met face to face since graduation as we were in colleges that were across the country from each other. He always looked after me when I hung around with the boys, and I was eternally grateful for it. He’d always try his...
I was 18 got long legs 34 D breasts, small figure and had only slept with 2 people up to then (the biggest I had was 7"). I also had a boyfriend at the time. I knew something was different about this night, I was wearing my little black dress, the usual thing I wear when I go out, my little black French knickers and had my killer heels on. It wasn't to revealing which came as a shock to my friends. The drinks were flowing when there was a knock at the door, I went to answer it and...
“Down to a mere ninety-eight folks, what will we do?” I joked as we left Duke and Henry behind with Ida the next morning. “I think that we’ll live, babe,” Autumn teased me while Hannah, Xia Delan, and she kissed my neck and chest. “Yeah, I suppose that we will,” I chuckled. “You’ll lose a lot more before this is done, but you’ll be fine. Evidently, the Almighty has decided to use you as a kind of Johnny Appleseed figure, spreading your seeds all over the place. Literally and otherwise. I...