Conversion
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Zara had had the Wisdom build us a rose garden. I'm not sure why, except that it had something to with some sort of gift to Yvonne. Whatever the motive, it had appeared after a day or two, perched above a dramatic and strangely earth like vista – the hills and lakes of an alien planet visible through a panoramic window of something that probably wasn't anything remotely like glass.
I'd taken to spending a lot of time up there, not least because Zara had also specified a random breeze to add – hah! – atmosphere to the place. The scientist in me had developed a secret obsession with calculating the processing power required to generate the necessary gusts and eddies, while my human side merely belatedly recognised how much I missed the subtler pleasures of life on earth. Hell, our accommodation here was comfortable – luxurious – beyond imaging, earth wise, but it was artificial – sterile – ultimately inhuman.
Well, I thought, that was certainly true: The alien product of an alien mind, designed to meet mere humans' every need but alien nonetheless. I was wondering if I could get the AI to lay on some rain showers, too – maybe even a thunder storm or two, I'd always liked a good storm – when Yvonne herself came into the 'garden'.
"Hi, Xav," she said, seeing me. "Got a message from the Big W for you – seems we have a new arrival on the way, another one of yours apparently."
I was about to ask why the AI hadn't just told me directly – it was hardly shy in the general run of things – but she anticipated the question with a knowing grin.
"I think you've got the thing a bit paranoid around you, what with the tricks you pulled in Switzerland – that or its actually taken Zara's request not to be disturbed up here seriously. Anyway, the woman's name is Queta Munoz – ex student of yours, I'm told. Seems she's going to get into trouble and the Technology thinks she's worth a look, recruitment wise."
I was surprised by the name, did indeed remember the woman – not actually a student of mine but a post doc I'd worked with, maybe would have done more with if it hadn't been for a Fatal Difficulty. But that would hardly matter here, I thought – hell it could hardly survive the shock of being here – and it was true, she had skills. I began to run through them in my head, gathering my stuff together prior to heading to our seminar room to bring Zara and Patrice up to speed, decide what we should do next. Just as I gave Yvonne the nod that I was ready, just as she turned to leave the area, I felt it: A drop of rain, then another and another in a perfect simulation of a spring shower. Somewhere in the distance, I'm sure I heard something almost like thunder...
Zara and Patrice – both looking tired but relaxed, having just returned from an 'intervention' earth-side – were sitting round the conference table when we we got down there. Both already had data feeds open, so I pulled one up myself, got a rapid update on the situation. Which was interesting: Queta – she'd made it to full professor, the bastard – was up in the Alps, in a mountain hut with a few of her colleagues and students. Seemed that this was a regular event – an annual fortnight in the hills, spent discussing ideas and future prospects. Difference was, this year the hut was going to be carried off by a mudslide, triggered by a major storm due – the Wisdom informed us – in seven hours (earth-time) from now. I checked the data behind this – just to annoy the thing, not because I, or the greatest geophysicist at 'home', had a hope of understanding the maths involved. Seemed to check out, anyway, and the AI had a pretty good track record, prediction wise, so the question was – what were we going to do about it?
Actually, the question very quickly resolved itself to be: Who were we going to save? The Wisdom, with typical pragmatism, thought we should just pull out Queta at the last moment, let the others take their chances. I could see its point, to an extent – one body missing in a mini disaster was hardly likely to attract comment, a hut being carried away without a trace of the victims ... that could spark some interest, if only on the lunatic fringe.
Needless to say, the human side of the debate didn't see the logic quite so clearly and so we argued. Could we get all of them out of the way of the event? Zara suggested engendering some sort of medical emergency to get them to evacuate, so we could save a few lives and give ourselves a bit more time to consider whether Q would actually be useful to the Project. Unfortunately, the W pointed out that the storm that would cause the problem had already been predicted and it was unlikely to that the group would venture away from the 'safety' of the place in any circumstances. I wondered about setting fire to the hut – rather bluntly forcing their hand – but apparently it was quite a storm and the Wisdom would have to intervene to such an extent, to keep such an inexperienced party alive in the open, that we'd be as well to extract the lot anyway.
So we came back to the central dilemma: Extract all six, take just one ... or leave them all and pretend we hadn't noticed in the first place?
We began to review the data we had on all the participants in Professor Munoz's meeting.
Later, Zara and I were in the living space we more or less shared, drinking wine and reviewing, yet again, the discussion. We'd decided to grab them all, of course, the Wisdom having reluctantly agreed to smear enough simulated body parts and DNA around to assuage the doubters. We still had to decide what to do with the supernumeraries – Yvonne's suggestion that we could always use some suicide bombers of our own having been met with stony silence – but that was something, I was sure, that we could resolve in time.
For the moment, the question was whether Q herself would prove to be useful – and whether she, or at least her sanity, would survive the transition.
"So," Zara said, summing up as she emptied her glass, "she's a holy-roller, a genuine, fundamentalist, born again christian. Which is why you never got your wicked way with the poor woman and why, in a nutshell, you think that the realisation that the nearest thing to a higher power hereabouts is a very, very clever bit of machinery might send her completely doohlally..."
I nodded, accepting a masterful summation, and added a thought of my own. "And, of course, there's the fact that 'hereabouts' is, in fact, an alien plant in an alien universe – not a lot of them in the bible. I think her faith is about to be rather severely tested, though whether she goes completely to pieces or does one of those weird mental back-flips that theists are so good at – well, either way, she's not going to be a lot of use."
"So why aren't we just letting her drown in a sea of mud and rock?"
"Because she has a brilliant mind, however odd her belief system, and – hell, even the Wisdom sees potential utility there, else the thing would never even have mentioned the situation in the first place."
"So," she replied mischievously, "the fact that she's also a rather striking woman has nothing at all to do with it..."
I laughed.
"Well, you have Yvonne to fall back on – so to speak – when I'm not around, Yvonne has Patrice when he's not pining for Wife on Earth, while I..."
She stuck her tongue out at me.
"Enough. Let's sleep on it. Or, at least, go to bed on it..."
Patrice and I did the meeting and greeting, Yvonne having chosen to put in some gym time, preparatory to her next foray earthside, and Zara having delegated herself to ... well, watch her do it.
We used a bigger than usual space for our Arrivals, still with the same reactive padding so that no-one hit any of the walls too hard, still with the same old message on the wall – not dead, not dreaming, etc. etc. – but it probably wasn't quite big enough. Well, six relatively senior academics, sitting in a mountain hut arguing one minute, then everything starts to shake, the world goes very bright and suddenly they're sliding over foam rubber and shouting at each other even more. It was an impressive range of languages, I'll say that, and with some particularly choice vocabulary in use in all of them. We waited for a while until they'd all actually become stationary – even the Wisdom can't juggle all the vectors involved in such a complex transition completely perfectly – and then we waited for a while more to see if any of them would actually stop talking.
Eventually, Patrice concluded that this wasn't going to happen anytime soon and keyed in an intercom circuit.
"Ah ... ladies and gentlemen", he began, politely enough, "if I could perhaps have your attention?"
His voice, appearing disembodied and direction-less to our guests, had the opposite effect from that intended. Shouting reinvigorated itself, direct arguments broke out and actual fights appeared a possibility. Well, OK – these guys were probably scared out of their wits and panic makes people behave strangely. Patrice tried again, rather more assertively.
"OK, people," he said, firmly. "Sit down and shut up!"
This did have an affect. Not that anyone actually sat down, but the volume of noise fell considerably until only a few angry murmurs remained. Grabbing the opportunity, he continued, asking for Professor Queta Munoz to identify herself – as if he didn't know that she was the one on her knees, praying – and for the others to stay calm.
No-one reacted at all, this time, and P shrugged at me, saying into the feed. "OK, just because we ask for co-operation doesn't mean we need it. Professor Munoz will therefore now be taken to a reception area, the rest of you – oh, hell, you can all go into stasis while we work out what to do with you."
Cutting the link, he muttered a request to the AI to 'make it so' and we went off to meet our latest potential recruit.
Queta had aged, of course, since I'd last known her. If she noticed that I hadn't – or that Patrice, who'd ignored my suggestion that he might wear more than his customary pair of shorts for the occasion, now had the sort of physique not otherwise seen outside of steroid ads – she didn't comment on the fact. In fact, what she did – after a brief look of shocked recognition as I came in – was mutter away to herself, presumably praying or reciting her rosary or whatever the fuck.
So we sat and stared at her for a while, Patrice seemingly waiting for me to take the lead, given that she was my 'contact', until even his apparently limitless patience finally broke.
"Professor Munoz," he said, physically pulling her round so that she couldn't avoid looking at him, "I don't know what you think is going on, here, but trust me – it really isn't a dream and it really isn't going to end any time soon. You seem to me to be an intelligent woman – and I know a hell of a lot about you – so try to engage that brain of yours. The sooner you talk to us, the sooner we get to decide what happens next..."
He left the thought hanging, so that even I couldn't tell whether it was intended as reassurance or as a threat. Q, however, seemed to take some sort of prompt from the statement as she pulled away from him, looked down at the floor and said, in an eerie, distant voice, "I ... I thought it was ... was ... the Rapture – the shaking, the sudden light, then the darkness. Then I saw my colleagues had been Taken, too, despite ... but God works his wonders..."
She was sobbing by now, while we waited for her to continue. Which she did, pointing a vehemently accusing finger at me.
"And then I saw him – the beast – and a black devil and ... Oh ... what have I done ... what did I not do..."
She began to wail wordlessly, shoulders heaving as her breath came in great gasping gulps. Well, I thought, nice to know that I'm a harbinger of hell – and that Patrice is the devil incarnate – but what the fuck did we do now? I was on the point of asking the W for some tranx when Patrice once again pre-empted me ... by throwing a glass of water directly into her face, pulling her round again and saying, none too kindly,
"This isn't hell, Queta, though I have no doubt that we could make it a pretty good simulation if we chose to. Actually, we just saved your fucking life, Professor, and we saved it mainly because we thought we might be able to offer you a job – a job which might do more good for humanity than your fucking god ever did..."
I wasn't sure how genuine his anger was but I gently pulled him away from the woman – crying silently now, I noticed, eyes wide in shock and fear – and interposed myself between them.
"My colleague is right, Queta. He's not the devil and I'm not the dangerous pervert you so fondly remember. Round here, in fact, we're pretty much the good guys." I paused for a second, not because I expected a response but just to see if was hearing any of this. She still looked totally awestruck but her eyes followed me as I moved about the room. Good.
"Patrice is also right that we'd like you to help us help – well, everybody really. But we need you to do so willingly and if you won't – or can't – well, then we'll have to think of something else. In any case, I think you need some rest, time to think. So we'll get you to an accommodation unit of your own, you can get some sleep and then we'll provide you with every bit of data we have to explain the situation, get a colleague who doesn't have the misfortune to be either me or black to come and talk it over with you, OK?"
She nodded dumbly and one of the AI's semi autonomous servitors came and took her away – already showing signs of the hypnotics it had covertly administered.
When she'd left Patrice looked at me significantly.
"And, what," he said, calmly, "alternative did you have in mind?"
"God knows," I replied, suddenly sick of the whole thing, "but I suspect that there might be opportunities available for her in hydroponics. Well, for her constituent molecules, anyway..."
Life, as they say, goes on. We left the others in stasis – the AI could keep them that way pretty much indefinitely and it saved having to think about another problem just at the moment – while Yvonne did her stuff on Planet Earth and I had another stint in Deep Immersion – data-mining the earth's computer networks to inform and plan our future operations. So that left Zara and Patrice to deal with the Q situation.
Both were in sombre mood when I emerged from the Recovery Suite, both conspicuously anxious to ensure that I'd had enough time to recuperate, that I wasn't still disorientated from the petabytes of data I'd been dealing with. It took time, but eventually I got Patrice to give me the condensed version. Queta had taken us up on our offer of unrestricted access to our data, had seen the conclusive evidence of the existence of the multiverse, viewed the many, many skins of this particular cosmic onion and ... had become more religious, to a degree that even the AI had begun to consider psychotic. As well as accessing facts, P told me, she'd had the machine teach her Hebrew, Greek and Latin, uploaded half a hundred different bibles, testaments and sundry apocrypha and was busily trying to construct some sort of 'explanation' from it all. It didn't look good.
"Of course," Zara put in as an afterthought, "it doesn't help that the AI is so spectacularly cagey about where it – or they – actually came from, where they got their – umm – godlike powers from. And that seems to be the 'loophole' that Queta is working away at."
I felt quite profoundly gloomy, knowing that we'd all wondered about that point, all tried in our various ways to find out, all without success. As Zara had once said to me, only half joking, it was as if the AI was embarrassed by its origins – or, perhaps, I thought, now – just guilty about them.
Be that as it may, we still didn't have much to go on vis a vis Queta. I said as much and Zara gave me an appraising look.
"There is one thing", she said. "Quite why does Q have such animosity towards you – why did she call you a beast and a pervert when she first arrived? I mean, you don't seem all that perverse to me..."
"There's not a lot I can tell you," I said, shrugging. "She was a post-doc with an old friend of mine in Germany, she came to the UK to do some work on a new synchrotron we'd built, he asked me to look after her." I paused as both of them looked at me keenly.
"Well, she was a lovely woman – bright, engaging, gifted – and we ended up spending a lot of time together. Then one evening – we'd been to a faculty party, then on to the pub, you know the scene – I over-stepped the mark, I guess ... tried to kiss her, She slapped my face, started spouting god at me. I was shocked, to be honest – she'd never mentioned religion before – and I never saw her again. Flew home a couple of days later."
"Interesting," Zara said, eventually. "Partly because she obviously made an impression on you, subconsciously – she'd not be on your Protected list, otherwise – but also because it might shed light on a little experiment I've been running."
Patrice and I swapped looks, both wondering what Z had been playing with this time but for a change she explained quickly enough.
"I've been monitoring the Professor very closely on a lot of different levels – hey, you both know I like to watch – and she seems to be the most sexless person I've ever come across. Not only does she not masturbate but the only time her hands even come close to her genitals is when she's washing and then briefly and, I swear, with her eyes firmly closed."
She paused and we waited. This was, perhaps, interesting information ... but not an experiment per se. There had to be more. There was.
"So I thought I'd check out her sexual reactions, got the Wisdom to start bleeding aphrodisiacs into her environment – subtly at first, the sort of levels that might make the likes of us a bit frisky, a bit more aware of things sexual, but then in increasing dosages. As of now, I've reached concentrations where – well, if you go into that area, go masked, else we'll have to tie you to a post for a few months for the safety of all the rest of us ... and the furniture, come to think of it."
I sighed. "OK, so you've been fucking with her head in a way that's probably immoral, plausibly dangerous and, at least IMHO, completely out of order. So what have you found? Got any good vids of her wanking, yet?"
Zara shook her head, completely failed to look contrite.
"That's the point. That woman should be horny as hell – crissakes, the physio data says she is as horny as hell – but not one sign of it appears in her visible behaviour, her activities – they're all exactly as before."
"Oh, except for one thing – there's a huge increase in brain activity in her amygdala and areas of her frontal cortex associated with fear ... and the suppression of fear."
"People, this woman is a true phenomenon. Professor Munoz is terrified ... utterly, completely, shit scared ... of sex."
So we had another conference, all agreed – even the AI – that the erotophobia that Zara had uncovered was likely to be the cause of the religious mania rather than an effect of it. The question was, what to do about it.
Zara was all for adding some disinhibitors to her witches brew – basically making it impossible for Q to resist the impulses she had to be feeling – but I vetoed the suggestion. I thought there was just too much risk that getting Q to act out her sexuality while still holding onto her religious ideation would result in a dangerous psychic conflict – risking a major breakdown, perhaps even an attempt at suicide.
Which I felt we couldn't risk, given the AI's observation that even the questions that Q had been asking of its data had suggested whole new areas of analysis – implying a talent that we could not afford to lose. What we needed, I felt, was a way of allowing Q to express herself sexually – to conquer the fear – from within her religion. If we could do that, safely, I hoped, the rest of the edifice would fall away. Queta was just too fine a scientist to accept all the mumbo jumbo without an overwhelming need for her to do so.
Patrice suggested thinking mythologically ourselves – and in particular about all the stories of gods (and goddesses) cavorting with mortals. I thought for a moment that he was suggesting that one of us should dress up as a swan or something – or maybe just an angel, in the circumstances – but the idea was a tad more sophisticated than that,
In fact, he asked the AI directly whether it could influence the dreams that Q – and, by implication, of course, all the rest of us – were having. Perhaps just slightly reluctantly, the Wisdom opined that it probably could ... third party lucid dreaming, it called it.
So we sat down as a group, again, and we designed some dreams. Yvonne was initially keen on including a lot of fish and snakes and things, having been exposed to rather too many Freudians in her many stays in rehab, but the rest of us kept things rather more focused. The AI provided a precis of the juicier bits of the bible – a longer document than I'd have imagined – as well as writings of the church fathers and similar on sex, the aim being to root the finished 'product' as fas as possible in Professor Munoz' existing ideology. Sadly this meant we had to lose some of the more graphic images Zara and I had recalled from Greek and Roman myths – let alone the entertainingly zoophilic stories that Patrice had learnt as a boy – but it did give us something to work on.
Zara got to put the plan into practice – Yvonne claimed a lack of improvisational skills, Patrice was frightened that his very different cultural heritage would be unhelpful and, frankly, I found the whole idea of manipulating someone's thoughts on this sort of level just too freaky to contemplate. Zara, on the other hand, appeared to think of it as almost the ultimate in voyeurism – plausibly the apotheosis of some of her deeper fantasies – and didn't even try to look reluctant.
We/she started slowly. The idea of angels in the Greek translations of the bible – and subsequent representations of them as big blokes with skeletally implausible wings stuck on their backs – is pretty much a mistranslation, the Hebrew version using a word meaning something more like 'wind'. So Queta found herself dreaming of a fairly stereotyped desert environment, dressed in what she thought were authentic biblical era robes – the AI was pretty scathing about the accuracy of her knowledge – and, well, having trouble with wind. Not in the digestive sense of the word, but rather a pseudo meteorological one. It was a wind with a message, of course ... this was a dream, we could add subliminal content to our hearts' content ... but also a strangely mischievous way of penetrating those voluminous robes. Sort of between the legs, caressing the vital regions in a sort of wind-like way. Whilst simultaneously implying that it as a Holy Wind, a Good Wind ... and a relaxing Wind. And that was all. Basically, we used a phantom breeze to tickle the poor woman's genitals. And then we left her alone – let her get on with the dream all by herself.
Zara carried on riding piggy back, though, observing the inner working of her subject's imagination whilst also closely monitoring all the various physiological data. All of which kept her too busy to communicate directly with the rest of us but I kept an eye on her biometrics and ... well, the results looked interesting. Admittedly, Q didn't seem to react overly much to our 'stimulation' but Zara was clearly engrossed with whatever she was observing, seemingly experiencing a degree of residual arousal but also some degree of fear ... and anger. Which was curious.
When Q left her dream state, Zara was able to disengage safely but she seemed in no great hurry to share anything she'd learnt. In fact, she looked a bit worried, so I gave here a hug and Patrice found her a drink which she drained in a gulp.
"I think it may be working," she said, finally. "But its going to be a slow process. She got into the wind thing, for sure, got into it sexually, I mean, might actually have been enjoying the sensations, but as soon as we dropped out of the circuit – when the AI let her get on with it, I mean – she started to get more into ideas of snakes and temptation and all that shit ... started to resist the excitement, fall back on her learned precepts. I didn't want to interfere again ... even without doing so she was dreaming solidly for about 40 minutes, which is a hell of a long time ... but I'm not sure where all this will go next. My suggestion would be to let her wake normally, see how she reacts ... then maybe have another go – take it to the next stage – tomorrow."
Which seemed to be that for the night, but actually Zara needed to talk a fair amount more when we were in bed, a while later. In fact, she was worried, worried in a way that she hadn't wanted to explain in front of the others.
"Queta's more than frightened," she said, eventually, burying her head in my shoulder and pointedly not looking at me. "And there's more to it than some sort of subconscious hang up. In fact, its almost like there's something else in her brain, someone else in there..."
Well, that was a surprising thought. "You mean like some sort of secondary personality", I queried, "maybe the result of some early trauma – probably sexual trauma, given the external presentation?"
"No." She laughed, bitterly. "I think I would recognise that. I know this sounds crazy but I think its something real, not a subconscious artefact – I've been gambolling merrily through her bloody subconscious, remember – and whatever it may be she's not only frightened of it but despises it, too."
I hugged her reassuringly, waited for her to continue.
"Thing is, she seems to have built some sort of construct around it – like an oyster making a pearl, perhaps – made it into her own personal satan but ... I think it might be an implant of some sort. Some sort of mind control programme".
She paused again, and I finished the thought for her. It sounded somewhat implausible, of course, her idea, but ... she'd been there, knew what she'd experienced.
"And," I continued, "given that we are currently talking about this in a bed which happens to be on an alien planet in a novel strata of the multiverse ... and which has been provided by an apparently omnipotent AI... and that said AI has just conclusively demonstrated that it is capable of both reading and influencing our very minds ... well, maybe its not all that implausible after all. You think that this 'implant' was put there by the Wisdom or something like it, don't you?"
She shrugged, as well as you can shrug when nuzzling up to someone, said, "Not our Wisdom, no ... that doesn't make sense. But – that trouble Yvonne had in Switzerland – we know there are probably others ... maybe with different objectives ... different methods. The question is, can we do anything about it?"
We gave Queta another dream, of course. This time it had lots of doors, lots of twisting corridors, lots of hiding places. From Zara's reaction – not to mention Q's – it was, frankly, more of a nightmare, but it did sort of work. At least Zara told us that she was sure that the alien presence was there, sure that Queta knew – on some level – that it wasn't part of her. She also wanted rid of it ... and had been searching for a rescuer for most of her life. A male rescuer, a knight in sodding shining armour, would you believe. Blame Cervantes, blame the machismo in Spanish culture, blame ... whatever. God, to her, was a powerful man, the attraction the possibility that He could rid her of this turbulent beast.
And so, despite my strenuous objections, next time we fucked about in Queta's head, we decided, as a group, that it would be me doing the intruding. Which thought literally sickened me, but seemed logical: For one thing, unlike the others, I was able to do Immersion – connect to the Wisdom's data and its data sources on a neurological level – and that could plausibly be an advantage if we were going to try and neutralise whatever it was we were dealing with. Or so we hoped.
In fact, it took a couple of days to set up the next session, not least because we had an existing work programme that couldn't simply be abandoned. Patrice and I spent time discussing the issues with the Wisdom – P had absorbed ideas of possession almost with his mother's milk – while Zara and Yvonne talked as best they could with Queta directly. Interestingly, the W acknowledged Zara's theory as probable, though without giving us any hint about who or what the other mysterious entities might be, nor how much or how little it had known of them beforehand. Queta, on the other hand, was relatively forthcoming. OK, she gave Yvonne short shrift, but she seemed almost keen to engage with Zara. Maybe she actually recognised her as someone she'd (literally) shared a dream with, or maybe she just recognised Z as someone who'd had to battle more than a few demons of her own. We didn't know – but she was more relaxed with Zara than we'd seen her before, spouting jesuitical sophistry but communicating on a human to human level. She even let herself be given a parting hug or two.
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xmoviesforyouA Harder Course Than I ThoughtI'll never forget the stain of my first experience when I was 16 years old. It was with a history student teacher who had come to train as an actual teacher, who I will only identify as "Ms. Clark". It all started one Friday afternoon when I asked if I could stay after school and get some help in history. She said that would be fine, she could spare at least a couple hours, and I had no reason to be home in a hurry myself. So at 2:00 when school ended, I went up to...
FLAT MATES Epilogue and Intermission! The evening at the Purple Python passed all too quickly and Gloria and I revelled in being the centre of attraction. I was so pleased Gloria had insisted we come. I knew now that I wouldn't stop cross-dressing. I loved the all the sensations associated with tight corsets; floaty dresses; the tug of suspenders; and the click of high heels on hard floors. Painting my face with make-up and becoming a different person for a few hours was now very...
Dosto yeh jo kahani mai aapko batane jaa reha hu yeh mere ek dost ki hia jiska naam mahesh patil aur woh ek road contractor hai uski shaadi hui hai aur usse do ladke hai dono school jaate hai contractor hone ke wjah se woh bahar gaav jaata tha 10-10 din bahar rehta tha ,woh jis bldg me rehta tha ussi bldg me mai rehta tha mai 4th floor pe aur woh 3rd floor pe ,jab bhi hum milte the to pyar bhare jokes aur masti waale chutkule saath me peete bhi the,uske ghar me hall me ek lekage chalu hua...
– Is 58 years old – Single mother of 3 making her first porn – Has been divorced for 20 years after 25 year marriage – Currently works in the medical field and has been for the last 20 years – Has had a sexual encounter with a patient of hers in the exam room – Is an adventurous women who loves exploring the outdoors – Has a lot of phone sex, has phone 3way with a couple every week – Is into Anal sex but has not had it in years before this shoot – Not only was her ass super tight but she loved...
xmoviesforyouIntroduction: Its called LOVE for a reason people!!! Ayden Hart was a nineteen year old boy with messy shag-cut dark hair and deep green eyes. He was built, and tall to match. His skin was tanned, like he had been working in the sun all summer long, giving his hair a bronze like sheen. He worked at the local Coffee House. Ayden was literally, gorgeous. And he was all mine. My name is Foxy Sanders. I am eighteen with long dark hair down to the small of my back and green and blue eyes, they...
Sharmila and I used to work in the same dep’t. She was a year senior to me in the office and so most of the time I preferred to discuss with her any matter before executing it. She was a bit on the darker side of complexion with few minus pounds and short hairs. Her boobs’ size was 35 exactly which i learned later on. She didn’t have any perfect fancy for dresses except on occasions i found her in sari. Her fashion statement was the most unique i have ever found in a woman. Cause she hardly had...
I'd met Lana at State College. I was gradding in the M.A. program in June, but she had a year to go on her B.A. I'd majored in Psychology and she in Liberal Studies. The circumstances of our meeting were her taking a Psyche II class that I was student-teaching under the watchful oversight of Professor Duncan. Lana Albright was pretty, slight of build, possessed of a winsome personality, intelligent, and she was the campus whore. It was common knowledge, and it was common knowledge that she...
“That’s it. Bend over more and stick your ass out. Beautiful. Now stick your fingers inside your dripping wet cunt. That’s so hot! I want to fuck myself just looking at you. He’ll love it!” I heard the shutter-snap of my phone taking the picture and then, “Ok, sent.”The week since my boyfriend met my parents flew by in a blur. The semester started, which made work busy and hectic with students needing their overpriced books. After work I had gone to Kiera’s to help her set up her new place. Her...
Voyeur'm having an affair.Like many in this position I didn't plan it. I'm in my mid thirties, happy with a family and my life but I guess something must have been missing otherwise I wouldn't be here.It started because of the bad weather we'd been having. Weeks of rain with little respite had made our laundry pile grow and grow. I'm lucky that I work from home so I can be flexible about my hours and I mostly took care of the domestic chores through the week but it seemed as soon as the sun came out...
I ran into Harry at the corner store, at first I thought he didn't recognize me and walked right pass. As I was leaving the store Harry was waiting out side ' ... I thought that was you, where have you been, why haven't you came by to see me. ... ' I smiled and said ' ... I've been rather busy, you know working and school has me stretched. ... ' Harry smiled and said ' ... yeah, that can keep you stretched. ... ' Then he leaned into me and whispered ' ... you've got something...
Weeks later, Gina was still angry and spiteful regarding her defeat. The semester had begun and she spent most class periods trying to formulate another plan to get revenge for her humiliation. She wondered what the thirty three year old headmaster could want with her panties, and shivered with every nasty thought that entered her na? little mind. Her teachers were particularly annoying and boring, but perhaps more so because she could not concentrate. Gina was embarrassed most of that first...
By : Sexy.Sd Hi everyone here I am with the second part of this story to understand this one you better read the first one before this one well as Mukund and my mom was laying on the bed all naked and I was still hidden I slowly walked into the kitchen and took mom’s thong and it was all wet and I smelled it and her smell made me hard again I was now ready to show up so I zipped up and entered mom’s bedroom. I frowned and said “what the fuck, ye kya hai mom” I frowned and mom covered herself...
IncestIt was in the summer a few years ago, and I had to go to a wedding. My girlfriend was a bridesmaid, and I did not know anyone there.As the day went on I saw less and less of my girlfriend. At the reception she was on the top table and I was on a table with a load of relatives of the groom.Lots of wine was had, and I got talking to a lady called Kathy sitting next to me. She told me she had flown over from Spain where she now lived, she moved there from England a few years back. She explained...
"Looks like you've no choice, Julia." said a dismayed Beatrice, "Not if you want to make more than Dorothy and honour demands that you do. I'm so sorry, it's going to be awful for you, you poor thing!" Julia, if she was worried about her impending fate, showed remarkably little sign of it as Mrs Jenkinson came up to the two girls, smiling broadly. "Well, Julia. Had any more thoughts about your decision not to be our Pagan Sacrifice? You want to be the biggest draw of the day, don't...
Next morning, Anju got up after a sound sleep and she felt very much relaxed. Her feet were light on the ground and she could move about freely. She advocated this change to be the result of the medicine which Satish was providing her and thinking about him, she went through her morning chores in a breeze. The moment Ajay was out of the house, Satish approached Anju with the glass of medicine. When Anju saw him approaching her she shook her head and ran, deliberately trying to avoid him....
Oh and this is my first story, so tell me how it is Torri just couldnt wait to rip off her shorts and work her magic.It was a cold winter day in the middle of December. Torri, a 16 year old girl, was just wondering around her neighborhood. Walking on her way home from school, she found out that her parents were going to be gone for the weekend. This brought a smile on her face, she knew exactly what to do this weekend. Torri's boyfriend, Jeff, is 18 and Torri wants to take things to the next...
MasturbationMrs Willoughby was getting breathless. “Oh Tom it seems a lot harder than it was the last time we did this.” “That was six years ago Sue. Age makes a difference.” Tom and Sue Willoughby were ascending the steep slope that led to the old castle. “It is worth the climb, Sue. The view is gorgeous from the top.” “Yes I know Tom. It will be such fun too.” “Phew. Made it” gasped Tom as the looked out from the castle wall” Scarborough Castle stands on the cliffs to the north of the bay,...
I am a 17 year old man. Scratch that, a boy. I am only as much as the world thinks of me, and as of this moment, I am a boy. A boy who has a fiery passion in his heart for the thrill of love. But, I digress. The main reason I am where I am right now is because my heart belongs to a girl named Samantha. She is the reason I breath, the reason I do anything I do. We have been going out for almost two years now. But what confused me the most is that she did not want to have sex. Why? I will never...
When Megan finally woke up she stretched her aching muscles, then recalled what she had done the day before. Then all the memories came rushing in. The dog, the horse, then Jim and her daughter catching her in the act. And to finish it all off, watching Kaelee suck the large black poodle. She turned her head and saw Jim sleeping next to her. 'Oh, what he must think of me, ' she thought, terrified that he might leave her. She hadn't realized that he was the instigator of this whole...
When I was in my mid teen years my first job was working at a department store at the mall. They called me a gopher, as in go fer this and go fer that. I liked it and it was fun. Next to our store was a little boutique owned by these two ladies. The boutique catered to high end professional ladies. My boss would loan me out to help these two ladies when they needed some lifting and they would give me some cash. I found the ladies to be very attractive and had a very classy and high society...
SUNDAY, May 8, 2016 Rachael was back to her early rising schedule on Sunday. She decided to make pancakes again for her family today, since they had missed out on the batch she made at the Stoner's yesterday. She had a batch well underway when Maria came down, followed shortly thereafter by a sleepy looking Bobby. "You are making smells in here that make my tummy hungry," Bobby said. He was still wearing his pajamas but Rachael decided to let him, since he would be dressing for...
At the end of my first episode, I was looking forward to further naked exposures and masturbation with Pat watching. However progress was put on hold for a while. Firstly, Pat finished her secretarial course, and got a job, meaning that it was no longer possible to repeat these "showings" after school, during the week, and usually I was not alone at home over the weekend. For my part, my final exams had just about arrived, and I needed to try to concentrate on these, which were, in fact,...
FetishThe perfect day… The time was drawing near. He would have the house to himself! The realisation of a whole 4-month's planning would now come to fruition. It had been a while since he had gone out all dolled up, and now was a fresh opportunity to see his progress as a woman. He had been busy – his make-up collection had swelled considerably, and the addition of several choice pieces of clothing had excited him no end. All his paraphernalia was brought down to the master bedroom where magic was...
CrossdressingThe incessant pounding in my head finally woke me up. I needed an aspirin sandwich or my brain was going to explode and make a mess in my new townhouse. I was in a strange bed, and I was naked. I had a strange man on my left, and another on my right. I lifted my head in a major effort. The men were Paul and Mike, my neighbors. Oh, yeah, I'd fucked them many times the night before, and I'd also been drinking martinis – my downfall. On the other side of Mike, Sheila laid, one breast exposed...
This somewhat different then the normal so I thought I would tell you guys, but frist let me set things up for you 1. Kat is my wife she is 42yrs. loves to fuck women who have never been with a women before then she dates them under there husbends noses. 2. Rose is one of Kats ladys, I think for about 3 years now. 3. Trish is a close freind to Rose who is always upset cause her husband doesn't love her like they use to. Ok so Rose and Trish were having lunch like they do every tuseday talking...
Almost immediately the clashes between editor, Priya and staff became an issue of animosity as well as productivity. Penny had a concern over the Indian beauty lack of people skills at the Cal Tech Daily News. The Drama play centered faux school paper was a farce. It had finally reached a crisis. It reached a point where in mass the staff quit in protest. Howard had come to Penny’s, now in charge, in her great hour of need. Together they had managed to soothe the journalists back to work and...
I have to tell you about an cool adventure from last summer. I live in a building with 4 floors. I live on top, in the 4'th floor.In one of the apartments on the 1 floor, it lives an lady, about 45 years old. She is slim, petite, long red hair, and she is single. I meet here sometimes in the main-floor, beside the mail-boxes, or in the stairs.When I met her this time, I had my horny cock vakuum pumped, and only wear my thin shorts and a tshirt. And you know how that looks... She was staring and...
After that heavy torture thing last time I said to my slut, that well have a nice relaxed gang bang in a cinema in our town. I put an invitation on the website of the sex cinema and wrote the following text: We plan a gang bang on Saturday from 8 pm open end. Feel free to cum as often as you want and bring lots of friends with you. My slutslave is Romanian, slim, 25, brown haired and tanned and has a great slim body. Her small sluttish perky boobs are waiting for your hands and your cum. She s...
Carrie and I have been having an affair off and on for several years. Hispanic and African American mix, Carrie was the most purely dominant female I'd ever known, and I'm about as submissive as it gets, I guess. We'd done it all, bondage, cbt, spanking, caning, nipple torture, all of it. Carrie really knew how to press my sex buttons, and my stomach always got into an exciting knot when we were getting together. I was at Carrie's house where she had me knotted to the bed, spread eagled. While...
BDSMThey had Mrs. Godair for the first two hours of the day again, two hours of boring theory this time. So, it didn't take too long, or Sandra's mind was drifting away. She started to fantasize about different scenarios of what would happen during the break. In most of the scenarios, Melinda was taking control over her and showing off her naked body to all the students in the school again. Fixating mostly on her vulva this time and teaching them about the parts that they had to play with to...
She looked straight into her husband’s eyes as she took the tip of the stranger’s cock in her mouth. There was no blinking and the two spouses had their eyes fixated on each other. The moment she felt all his attention was on her, the show began. With eyes closed, Stacey started to moan and take the cock deep in her mouth.At first her movements were slow and she caressed the trucker’s balls with her right hand, ever so gently. The man became rapidly aroused and couldn’t take the soft touches of...
He wouldn’t have said that it really aroused him; what he really liked to feel was an unexplained sense of power rising in him every time he could watch people involved in sexual acts. Unfortunately for him, said occasions were really rare, and he didn’t want to pass as a pervert doing things like spying others. There was however a reliable source of material for his voyeurism that he had learned not to underestimate: his friend Larry Frost. Ian and Larry had been friends since primary...
It started off innocently enough, your male friend was just a friend. Sure you felt he was good looking but that was just a passing acknowledgement. It wasn’t until after he broke up with his long time girlfriend and that your view changed, as coffees after work to console him made you look at him in a different light. Your conversations were very open and relaxed and after awhile, you noticed light flirting as you started talking about any subject, and all subjects came up.I was comfortable...
I began life in a charity ward of large University hospital just prior to WWII. I grew up in abject poverty and began working as an eight-year old picking pole beans in endless farm fields for tens cents a bushel. Do you have any idea how many beans it takes to make a bushel? It was back breaking work, I can tell you.At the age of ten, a boy named Willard says to me, “do you want to make more money?”“How do you do that?” I asked.“We go to the Country Club and caddy,” he responded. “What is...
Gay MaleThe common room was almost empty now with one lone couch left facing the window. A young woman sat on the back of the couch looking out the large windows. Her shoulder-length hair swayed across her back as she moved to the music playing in her headphones. She was enjoying her alone time.Her friend Matt came walking into the room. The two flirted ruthlessly but never took the next step to anything more than a friendship. People always thought they should date but they enjoyed their time as...
Love StoriesHello to all readers. This is John writing from Bangalore about my pleasure trip. I am in my early 30’s, and an average-looking guy with a medium body build. But I have the necessary strength to satisfy any hungry woman. The incident I am sharing here is true, and it happened several months ago. Let us go into the story. I live in an apartment society. In this next flat lives the aunt. We will call her Laila. She married 6 years ago. But her husband died in an accident approximately 2 years...
Hey friends I am Harry (pet name), I want to share my first experience with you. I am a regular ISS reader. I m 28 years old guy and just got married to a beautiful women. Its an arrange marriage. My wife name is anu(pet name). She is very beautiful. Actually beautiful is an under statement ,she is damn sexy. She has a perfect face with long nose and beautiful sexy juicy lips. We both are from middle class family and are engineers. I worked at it firm in Mumbai and she worked in Pune (before...
This is a work of pure fiction and any resemblance to anyone any place is purely coincidental. May be copied and used for personal amusement only and no authorization for use on pay-sites or other medium is allowed. GET USE TO IT By Cheryl Lynn All rights copywrited by the author. Look sweetie here is the Halloween costume I picked out for you. Don't you think that it is just adorable? What, you don't like it? Well, it doesn't matter! When I asked you what you wanted to wear for...
It just slid into her head again like the night before. 'I wonder if he fucks as well as looks?' She had sat with her husband around the pool bar at the hotel absorbing the chilled, relaxing feeling that only a good holiday can bring and it was topping off a day where she had lain on the beach topless for the most part letting the warmth of the sun soak through her body whilst she drifted and dozed between bouts of the steamy novel she had been reading. But now it was dark and midway through...
Kail paces the length of the tent, anger rising off him in waves of visible heat; John rummages through some paperwork, the title reads “Death Certification". “We can’t just assume she’s dead! We need to know for sure! We have to find proof!! Aren’t you even the least bit concerned that your daughter may be out there somewhere?? Cold and alone and scared???” “If she was anywhere near by then she would have turned up by now… If I know her like I hope I do, then she’s out there somewhere,...
I work in the construction industry. . . not one of those who work the red iron members of an erection gang or a boltup gang but I used to be. I’d started out of high school, as an apprentice, worked myself up to Foreman, and now I was a superintendent building bridges and tall buildings. The work takes me all over the country for varying lengths of time and has left me with little social life. My friends are those I have through my work. I drink only moderately; never to the point of...
Straight SexRick read the test message again.Ready to try a 3some?It was from Nancy. It seemed an odd text to receive from someone that was on a date. Rick slowly typed his responseYesHis phone beeped when she responded.Call me now.Rick slowly punched her numbers into his phone... She had specifically told him not to put her on speed dial."Hello," Nancy said in a hushed voice"Hi, It's Rick.""Everything okay there? How is my favorite babysitter doing?" Nancy asked."Yea, everything is fine. Bedtime went very...
Sydney Cole is looking extra sexy in her little blue dress but loves that Victoria came on over in just her bra and panties! Sydney loves getting those large tits in her little grasp and wants to suck and lick those gorgeous nipples until Victoria cums! Victoria just can not get enough of Sydney’s magic hands but really wants to show her just what her own tongue can do! Victoria digs down and they get in a hot 69 giving each other the best oral pleasure ever! The girls break out the oil...
xmoviesforyouHello indian sex stories dot net readers. Naa peru Vijay.nenu hyderabad lo untanu. Maadi 1BHK illu with attached bathroom. Maa intlo nenu maa amma nanna and chelli untamu. Maa amma ladies tailor. Blouses kuttadam and Pico fall chestadi. Maa nanna private employee. Maa amma nanna la pelli ayyi 22years aithundi. Naa age 20 years and maa chelli age 18 years. Nenu Btech chaduvutunnanu. Idi background. Inka story loki vasdamu. Maa amma nanna ki okkori paina okkoriki chala istam. Ae roju godava...
This story, and the ones that are going to follow it, are my own personal fantasies about this guy that I met on the internet. Jake sat at his desk. There were books sprawled out everywhere—on the floor, on the desk piled up. While everyone else was out partying, he was stuck here to do work. Even worse, it was for his most dreaded class: Calculus. He sat his pencil down in defeat just as a knock on the door reverberated throughout the room. Wondering who it could possibly be, he got out of...
It was late in the day and I needed a haircut and a shave. I didn't have and appointment, and was hoping to just walk in and catch someone open. There was a hair shop just around the corner that I had never tried, so I walked over to check it out. As I entered the shop, I saw an older gal working on the hair of a high school girl. "Are you closing early today? I asked. "I don't have an appointment, and I was hoping to get cleaned up." Just then, a door opened from the back of the shop and in...
I had taken my second shower of the day. It was getting late in the afternoon and my burn was feeling a little better from the Aloe. Still not want g to dress, much less cook, I asked Bobby what he wanted to order out.Everyone was delivering now that Covid 19 was the new normal. We had a wide range of choices. Bobby looked up from his books and said, ”I don't know. What about you?””I'm just hungry, ” I said, ”I could eat a horse.””Bobby gripped his crotch and said, ”I have your horse.”I laughed...
TabooIn the following chapters, there are a few words of Russian, presented phonetically in the Latin alphabet. Following the plot, it is not necessary to understand Nadiya's few words – Pippa, Cherry and CC don't know what she's saying either – but the general sense can be got from the context. Google Translate does not like the phonetic form much, but it is possible to get the meaning if you really want to. Pippa woke slowly, aware immediately of the slight form of Nadiya, warm in her...