Experiment
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Silence draped over the suburban street like a hot and sticky blanket. Heat rippled up from the asphalt in waves. Only the low thrum of air conditioners disturbed the silence.
A neat row of identical brick-clad houses lined each side of the street. Red terra-cotta tiles adorned every roof. Only the layout and upkeep of the front yards and the colours of curtains in the windows hinted at the individual personalities of the occupants.
An intruder disturbed the silence – shattering the stillness of the scene with its sudden noise and movement.
A once-white minivan trundled noisily down the street – its engine labouring in the heat. A thick coating of dirt covered its entire surface except for the distinctive pattern left by the wipers on the front windscreen. It pulled up outside the third house from the end with a toot of its horn and a puff of smoke from its exhaust.
The van doors opened and people of all ages spilled from every available orifice – very much like a disturbed ant nest disgorging ants. Every one of them had the same dark hair, the same distinctively Mediterranean facial features and the same stocky build. Every one of this multitude clearly belonged to the same family. From the youngest child aged four or five up to the elderly grandparents well past their prime, they all looked alike. The clothing of choice was shorts and a t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops on their feet.
They were all clearly of the same family – all except for one.
Ten year old Sally Dunstan obviously did not belong with the rest. Her pale white skin, blue eyes, blond hair and slender form made her stand out like a beacon amongst the others. She was like a single dove in the middle of a flock of pigeons. The chaos and noise around the minivan decreased as one by one each of the crowd wrapped Sally in a warm embrace, kissed her, made some sort of personal farewell and then climbed back into the van. Soon the only ones left standing outside were Sally, her best friend Mona Puretti, and Mona's father who had stood patiently amongst the chaos – all the while holding Sally's bright pink travel bag in one large and meaty paw.
The three of them made their way up the path to the front door of the third house from the end, where Sally pressed the button. Chimes sounded somewhere deep inside the house.
Sally and Mona hugged and kissed again just as the door opened. In the doorway stood an older, taller, more formally dressed version of Sally.
"Hi Mum," said Sally. "I'm home."
She then turned to Mr Puretti.
"Thanks again for having me, Mr Puretti. I had such an awesome time."
Sally wrapped her arms around Mr Puretti and gave him one last hug – a hug which was returned in full.
"You are most welcome," said Mr Puretti as he broke from the hug. He kissed both of her cheeks. Then he handed Sally her bag and stepped back. "We'd love to have you again sometime."
Mrs Dunstan had watched all of the hugging and kissing with a slightly confused expression on her face.
"I hope Sally wasn't any trouble," Mrs Dunstan said to Mr Puretti
"She was quite delightful. I'm already looking forward to her visiting with us again," came the response.
Mr Puretti turned to Sally. "Well, ciao! Don't forget our deal."
"See you at school," said Mona. "Call me sometime. Ciao!"
"Ciao!" said Sally, with a giggle.
Mr Puretti put his arm around his daughter and led her back to the van. Sally stood on the doorstep and waved as the van started up with another puff of smoke and another toot of its horn. Soon enough the van was driving away down the road with what looked like a dozen waving hands barely visible through its grimy windows.
Sally waved until the van was out of sight and then turned to her mother.
"I had such an awesome time. You wouldn't believe how much fun I've had."
"Well, come inside then. You're letting the cool air out," said Sally's mother.
She stepped out of the way so that Sally could come into the house.
"Are you hungry? Dinner won't be for another hour."
"I'll be fine until then, Mum. I could do with a drink though. It was hot in that van."
"You know where the kitchen is. There's water in the tap and there's juice in the fridge. I'll need you to set the table for dinner. Off you go, then."
Sally's mother stood still and watched as Sally grinned cheerfully.
"Hey, Mum. Check this out!"
Sally lifted up the front of her shirt to reveal that her skin was decorated with a string of flowers that looped around her belly-button and then trailed its way up towards the centre of her chest.
"Well! Goodness!" she said – for want of anything better to say.
"Is that a tattoo?"
"No, Mum. It's just temporary – it's drawn on with ink. It will probably only last a couple of days."
"Why would anybody go to so much trouble to do something like that if it's only going to last such a short time?"
Sally shrugged. "Mona's Auntie is an artist. She likes doing stuff like this. Half the fun of it is because it's temporary."
"But it's under your shirt. Nobody is going to see it."
Sally laughed and pulled her shirt back down.
"They will if I don't wear a shirt!" said Sally.
Then she started lugging her bag two-handed down the hallway.
"But..." Mrs Dunstan stopped herself when she realised that Sally had finished the conversation.
"Dinner's ready in an hour!" Mrs Dunstan called out to her rapidly disappearing daughter.
Mrs Dunstan stared down the hallway after Sally for some time. Then she sighed and shook her head. She used her foot to straighten the doormat which Sally had somehow managed to shift out of place and went back to the front room where she resumed reading her magazine.
Sally dropped her bag in the entrance to the spotless kitchen. She went over to the counter and climbed onto it so she could reach the high cupboard where the glasses were stored. She took out a glass, jumped down off the counter and filled her glass at the tap. She tilted the glass and drank the entire contents in one long, continuous series of gulps. When she finished, she stood for a moment with her eyes closed and held the cold but empty glass against her sticky forehead.
"Aaah! That's better!" she said to the empty kitchen.
Sally took the glass over to the dishwasher and placed it inside. Then she opened the door of the cupboard below the sink, took out a cloth that was hanging there and carefully wiped away splashes of water from around the sink. She then hung the cloth back in its place below the sink and closed the cupboard door.
Thirst quenched – at least for the moment – Sally retrieved her bag from the doorway and lugged it down the hallway.
Sally pushed the door of the study open and stood in the doorway.
"Hey Daddy! I'm home!"
Mr Dunstan pushed his glasses up his nose and looked through them at his daughter.
"So I see."
"I had a great time, Daddy," said Sally.
"I'm pleased to hear it. Are you well? Are you injured? Do you still have all your fingers?"
"Yes, Daddy. See?" Sally held up both hands and wiggled her fingers. "I got a cut on my leg but Mrs Puretti put a band-aid on it. See?"
Sally lifted her leg and twisted so she could show her dad the brightly coloured band-aid on the side of her shin.
"What the dickens is that?"
"It's a Donald Duck band-aid. She had all different sorts of Disney band-aids for the little kids. She had normal ones too, but I thought this was more fun."
"Ah! So is this cut serious? Do you need to see a doctor?"
Sally giggled.
"I shouldn't think so, Daddy. If my leg drops off, I'll let you know and you can take me to a doctor then. Okay?"
Mr Dunstan adjusted his glasses again.
"The point is to see the doctor before your leg falls off. Preventative maintenance is important. It's always cheaper to maintain something properly than it is to repair it once it's broken. I'm quite sure that the same principle holds true for healthcare."
Sally giggled again.
"Yes, Daddy. I'll remember that. I'm going to my room to unpack my bag. Talk to you later. Bye Daddy!"
Sally used both hands to pick up her bag.
"Oof! Mum was right, Daddy. I packed way too much stuff."
"It sounds like you've learnt a valuable lesson. Perhaps, next time you'll listen to your mother."
"I always listen to my mother. I just don't always do what she says."
"Ah! The difference is significant."
"By the way. Mum said that dinner would be ready in an hour. We're having fried lizard brains on toast."
Mr Dunstan blinked at his daughter a couple of times.
"Well! That will be something different. I'll see you at dinner, then."
"Okay, Daddy. See ya later!"
Mr Dunstan stared at the empty doorway for a moment and then shook his head and turned back to his desk so that he could resume working.
Sally used her bum to push her bedroom door closed behind her and dropped her bag on the floor. She looked around the room. It was exactly the way she had left it a week before. Everything was in its place. The entire room was neat and tidy and spotlessly clean. Not a thing was out of place. It was the way her Mum wanted it. It was what Sally was used to. But after a week of living with the organised chaos that was the Puretti household, Sally was seeing her room with fresh eyes.
Sally wondered what her room would look like if it was messy. She tilted her head to one side and pursed her lips while she thought about it. Then she picked up her bag, up-ended it, and then she swung the bag so its contents flew out and spread all over the floor. She stepped back and looked around. No! She decided that she definitely liked it better when her room was tidy. But she figured she was fortunate to have a room so big and to have so much closet space that she could keep everything put away without her belongings spilling out into the room and piling up in the corners.
Sally spent the next five minutes picking up the mess she had made. All of the clothes went into the laundry basket concealed neatly behind her closet door. Her hair brush went into its place in the top drawer of her dresser. Her little toilet-bag with her tooth-brush and shampoo and deodorant and so forth went into the cupboard in the bathroom. The couple of books she had taken returned to their places in the bookshelf – filed alphabetically by author – and her shoes went into their special pockets on the side wall of her closet. Even her travel bag had a place up high on the top shelf of her closet – she had to climb up the shelves to put that away.
Five minutes later she stood back and looked around the room. It was back to its usual tidy condition. Anybody looking into the room wouldn't be able to tell she'd been there. She was quite pleased. That was the way it was supposed to be.
Sally went into the attached bathroom and ran the bath. Then she went back into her bedroom, removed the clothes she was wearing and added them to the laundry basket. A moment later she was sighing in relief as she sank into the bath.
A short time later, Sally returned to her bedroom wearing nothing but a smile. She carried a towel in her hand which she carefully laid down on the seat in front of her dresser before sitting down. She took a comb from the top drawer of her dresser and ran it through her still-damp hair. Sally returned the comb to its place and stood up, picking up the towel she'd been sitting on.
Sally went to her desk, laid out the towel again and sat down. From the desk drawer she took a ruler and several different coloured pens. She put the ruler down parallel to the edge of the desk and lined up the pens above the ruler. Then, from the bookshelf above her desk, she pulled out an exercise book which had the word "Experiments" written in large letters on the front cover.
Opening the book, she quickly flipped past page after page, each of which had a heading with "Experiment" followed by a number. Eventually she found the first unused page. She opened the book fully and pressed down so that it lay flat on her desk.
With her ruler and her red pen she carefully ruled a margin exactly 2.5cm in from the side of the page. Swapping between black, green and blue pens to distinguish between different sections, she started to write in her careful, primary-school-neat cursive script.
Experiment 36
Hypothesis: Mr and Mrs Dunstan (aka Sally's parents) are aliens.
Aim: (a) To gather more evidence for or against the hypothesis and (b) To help Mr and Mrs Dunstan (aka Sally's parents) act more like humans.
Note: Part b is considered valuable regardless of whether the hypothesis is true or false.
Method: Add one Sally. Stir vigorously. Observe.
Sally stopped writing and held her pen loosely between her fingers – letting the pen tap repeatedly against the desk. She bit her lip nervously and then started writing again.
Note 1: Sally should be all that she can be.
Note 2: For maximum effect, Sally should be naked.
Note 3: Sticking to both Note 1 and Note 2 at the same time is expected to be difficuld.
Sally put her pen back down next to the ruler and read back through what she had written. She tsked to herself in annoyance when she read the last sentence. Carefully, she corrected her spelling of the word "difficult" and then sat back with a satisfied nod.
Sally closed the book and filed it back in its place on her bookshelf. She then returned her ruler and pens to their places in the desk drawer. She stood and walked over to her closet and opened the door. The inside of the closet door had a full length mirror attached to it.
Sally used the mirror to look herself carefully up and down. She took a moment to admire the floral pattern that trailed around her stomach and up onto her chest. She decided it really was quite pretty. And the colours seemed to go nicely with the colour of her eyes and her hair. She thought that Mona's auntie had done a really good job.
Sally held her hands down at her sides and shook her fingers. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She did that again.
"Come on, Sally," she said quietly to her naked reflection. "You can do this. Be all that you can be."
Sally flipped her hair back over her shoulders and strode to the door. She turned and cast one last critical glance around the room. Satisfied that the appearance of her room met her usual standards she spun and walked out through the door – as naked as the day she was born.
Sally pushed the door of the study open and stood in the doorway.
"Hey Daddy!"
"Mmm!" came the response. Sally's father was in the middle of a complex calculation and didn't even spare his daughter a glance.
Sally giggled. "I'm just going to get some juice from the kitchen. Would you like some?"
"That would be lovely, Sally. Thank you."
"'Kay then. Back in a tick."
Sally spun on the spot and skipped away down the hallway, just as her father turned to look at her. He had a brief impression of flying hair and a pink back. He blinked twice and then shook his head. He took his glasses off and polished them. Very quickly he returned to his work.
Sally whistled tunelessly as she skipped into the kitchen. She climbed up onto the counter so that she could reach the high cupboard where the glasses were stored. Just as she had a glass in each hand, she heard a gasp from behind her.
"Sally! What are you doing?" asked her mother.
Sally giggled. "I'm just getting glasses to pour some juice. I told you before that I was thirsty."
Sally carefully placed the two glasses in a row on the counter.
"But where are your clothes?"
"Oh! That!" Sally jumped down from the counter.
"My clothes are in my room. Some of them are in the laundry basket, the rest are in the closet."
"Well you should probably go and put some of them on. What would your father say if he saw you like that?"
Sally shrugged. "I was just talking to Daddy. He didn't say anything about that. He didn't even say anything about my flowers. He said he'd like some juice. That's why there are two glasses."
Mrs Dunstan opened her mouth and then closed it again.
Sally went to the fridge and took out the carton of juice.
"So what's for dinner tonight, Mum?"
"Oh! After such a hot day, I didn't want to cook. We'll just have some cold cuts of roast lamb and some fresh salad. I made a mint sauce for the lamb."
"Awesome!" Sally giggled and started to pour. "I told Daddy we were having fried lizard brains."
"Why would you say that?"
"I didn't know what we were having so I made a guess. Looks like I guessed wrong, huh?"
"Well, goodness!"
Sally was thinking to herself that her mother had absolutely no sense of humour whatsoever. She decided to count that as evidence that her mother wasn't human.
Sally put the juice back in the fridge and closed the door.
"Ooh!" she said.
Sally opened the fridge door and then closed it again.
"That's the most awesome feeling. You should try this, Mum."
"Try what?"
"Take off your clothes and stand in front of the fridge. When you close the door it makes a cold wind. It's the most awesome feeling. It's just the most perfect thing to do on a hot day."
"Well, I..."
"You should give it a try, Mum. See ya later!"
Sally picked up the two glasses of juice and walked carefully out of the kitchen – taking extra care to walk smoothly so the juice wouldn't spill.
"Er..." said Mrs Dunstan. Then she realised she was talking to an empty room and stopped talking. She sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.
"Well!" she said to the empty room. "Goodness!"
The study door was still open after Sally's last visit so it was easy for her to walk into the room. She was still walking extra carefully so as not to spill the juice she was carrying.
"I brought you juice, Daddy!" she called out. "Where should I put it down?"
"Hrrumph!" An arm waved and pointed at a clear spot on the desk.
"Daddy!" called Sally as sharply as she could. "You need to take a break from your work and drink your juice. If you don't watch what you're doing, you'll spill it and all your papers will be ruined."
Mr Dunstan cleared his throat and turned – pushing his glasses up his nose so that he could see beyond the paperwork.
"I do know how to drink ... wha???"
Mr Dunstan's eyes went wide – an action exaggerated by the magnification of his glasses so that from Sally's point of view they nearly popped out of his head.
"Uh ... uh! Sally! What happened to your clothes?"
"The clothes I was wearing were grotty after the long ride in the van so I took them off and put them in the hamper to be washed. The rest of my clothes are still in my closet. Nothing happened to them."
Sally shrugged and smiled at her father – as if she was doing the most normal thing in the world.
"But ... but ... uh! You should probably go and put something on. What would your mother say if she saw you like that?"
Sally shrugged.
"I was just talking to Mum in the kitchen. She didn't seem to mind too much. We talked about what we'll be having for dinner. Turns out we aren't having fried lizard brains after all. I guess I was wrong about that."
"Oh? Er ... um! Well! I suppose we should be thankful for small mercies. What's that on your front?"
"Oh, this? It's kind of like a rash, isn't it? It just appeared on my skin while I was lying out on the grass. Mrs Puretti said it happens to her family a lot – mostly when they're staying at the cabin. She said it should fade away in a couple of days."
"It looks a lot like flowers."
"Yes, it does, doesn't it? Isn't that weird?"
"Quite!"
Sally had figured out a long time ago that her father took everything she said as true, regardless of how outrageous it was. She couldn't decide if that was his idea of being funny or if he really believed everything she said. She didn't know whether that should count for or against her hypothesis. She shrugged to herself and decided to look for more evidence.
Sally sipped from her juice and put it down on the desk in one of the few small spaces clear of papers. She pulled a second chair up to the desk next to her fathers and sat on it.
"So Daddy! What'cha doin?"
"Are you really going to sit in here and talk to me while you're dressed like that?"
"Sure! It's way cooler than wearing stuffy clothes. You should try it, Daddy. You'll feel so much better."
"Er! I don't think I'm supposed to do that."
"Oh! Okay then, forget about that idea. I want to know what you're doing."
"I'm doing my job – surely that should be obvious."
"Yes, but what is that? I don't really know what you do."
"I'm a stock analyst – I'm sure I've told you that before."
"Yes, you have. But I don't really know what that means. What does a stock analyst do?"
Mr Dunstan turned and frowned at his desk as if he hoped the answer would be there.
"I look at the financial information about different companies. Then I make recommendations about whether my customers should buy or sell shares in those companies."
"Huh! So! Is it fun?"
"What?"
"Is it fun? Do you enjoy doing that?"
Sally's father looked confused. "It's my job!"
"Yeah but ... oh ... never mind. What company are you looking at right now?"
"Telstra. It's the biggest phone company in Australia."
"Really? I've heard of Telstra. So what does that graph tell you?" Sally pointed at the computer screen.
"That is showing me the debt to equity ratio for Telstra over the last two years."
"What is the debt to equity ratio?"
Sally listened carefully while her father explained what he was doing – or at least, tried to explain what he was doing. She only understood about half of the explanation but she didn't let that worry her. More importantly, it was the first time she'd ever gotten her father to talk about his work and she was enjoying it. She figured she was on a roll and wanted to keep her father talking. Each time he wound down, she would pick something out of what he'd just been saying and ask another question about it. If she couldn't think of anything else, she would pick one of the documents scattered around the desk and ask what the document was for.
Sally's father started using the computer to display graph after graph. His explanation about the graphs used so many big words that she couldn't even guess what he was saying. Sally leaned back and looked at her father's face. He seemed to be excited about what he was saying. She suspected that she was seeing her father actually happy about what he was doing.
This was a good thing. Sally decided to count that as evidence for him being human with real feelings and emotions.
She wondered if her being naked had anything to do with getting her father talking in this way. He never talked like this before when she was wearing clothes. At the start it had almost seemed like he was relieved to look at his work and talk about that instead of looking at her. Sally didn't really understand why he might act like that just because she was naked. Sally decided that might be evidence that he wasn't human.
Sally realised with a start that her father had stopped talking and was rearranging the papers on his desk.
"So Daddy. People pay you to do all this work and tell them what you find out. Is that right?"
"That's about it, yes."
"And mostly you sit here in the study and email your reports to the people who pay you."
"That's right."
"So what were you doing on your business trip this week? Were you visiting the people you send reports to?"
"No. I don't need to meet them. I was visiting a few of the companies I do reviews on."
"Was it a good trip? Did you find out anything useful?"
"Yes, I did. The trip was very worthwhile."
"That's awesome. Well! I better go and set the table. See you at dinner, Daddy!"
Sally danced around the dining room as she set the table. The table was a large one with seating for eight people. Mr Dunstan usually sat at one end and Mrs Dunstan sat at the other end with Sally on the middle chair of one side. Out of habit, Sally set the table exactly the same way.
Sally shimmied sideways, spun and stepped as she took placemats and napkins out of their drawers and set them in the usual places. She moonwalked back from the table, then dipped and swung her head, sending her blond hair whipping around and around. Then she sashayed left and sashayed right as she made her way to the silverware drawer. Three sets of knives, forks and spoons glittered in the air as she held them above her head and moshed her way back to the table. To place the first set of items she leaned forward and held an arabesque with her back leg bent up behind her. She straightened and did a kind of breakdance sideways move to get into position for placing the second set of cutlery. This time she had more room behind her so she did a more formal arabesque, lifting her back leg straight out behind her and then up until it was pointing almost directly up – maybe ten or fifteen degrees short of making a perfectly straight line up and down between her two sets of toes.
Sally had felt extra tightness in her legs as she held that pose and knew she hadn't made the perfect form that she'd been aiming for. She came down out of it with a frown on her face.
"I must do more stretching," she told herself as she finished setting the table. "I really didn't do any proper stretching at all for the entire week I was with Mona and her family."
When Sally finished, she stepped back and looked at the table. With Mona's family, everybody had been crowded together on benches around their table. There had been so much conversation that she couldn't keep track of everything that was being said. Meal times had actually been fun instead of just being a time to eat food. The whole experience had been a revelation to Sally. She tilted her head to one side and looked at the table.
She was trying to think how she could get her parents talking during dinner.
"I know!" she exclaimed.
Quickly, Sally dashed around the table and moved all of the place settings. In a very short amount of time, she'd reset the table so that all three settings were grouped around one end of the table.
"That should help," she announced.
She went back to the cabinet and took out crystal tumblers and set one at each place. Then she took out two of the good crystal wine glasses and placed them where she wanted her parents to sit.
"Wine might help even more!"
Sally placed an extra mat on the table and took one of the carafes out of the cupboard. Then she walked into the kitchen to fill the carafe. Her mother was there, setting out plates ready to serve up dinner.
"Wait on, Mum," said Sally. "Don't use those plates."
Sally put the carafe down on the bench and raced back into the dining room. She took three of the good china plates out of the cupboard and took them back to the kitchen.
Mrs Dunstan frowned at the sight of them. "The china plates are only for special occasions."
"This is a special occasion, Mum. You are welcoming me home after my week away."
"Oh! I didn't think of that. I suppose it is a special occasion, isn't it? Do you think we should dress up properly?"
"I don't mind what you wear, Mum. You can stay like you are, or get all dressed up. I don't care about that. You could even wear nothing at all and we could all have dinner in the nude." Sally giggled. "After all, that's what I'll be doing."
Sally did a pirouette on the spot and finished it with a flourish of her arms.
"Oh! Well! Goodness! I would have thought it would be proper to be dressed for dinner. Don't you?"
"I am dressed for dinner, Mum. I'm wearing a suit – my birthday suit. This is my party after all, and I should be allowed to dress the way I want to. And this is the way I want to dress."
Sally picked up the carafe and filled it with water from the tap, completely ignoring the confused expression on her mother's face. She went to the fridge and took out a tray of ice-cubes – half of which she added to the water. Then she put the filled carafe into the fridge.
Sally opened the pantry door and took a random bottle from the wine rack.
"What about wine, Mum? Is this okay?" Sally asked as she held up the bottle.
"Well! I'm sure it'll be fine. Did you take it from the left end? I always take the one from the left and move the rest along one place. There are supposed to be rules for what type of wine to drink with different meals but my parents didn't drink wine so I never learnt them. Put the bottle in the fridge, Sally. In the hot weather, having the wine a bit chilled seems to make it better."
Mrs Dunstan lined up the three china plates along the counter ready to serve out dinner. She looked down at her clothes and back at the plates.
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BDSMSo me and my mate are at my house, playing PS3 in the living room. He is round for a sleepover and we are both straight. It's relatively early and we start talking about girls. I quickly start getting aroused and note that he too, appears to be getting a boner. It's my turn and I pause the game, and we both reach a kind of mutual understanding through eye contact. 'We both turn around, then on the count of 3 we spin with our cocks out,' I say. 'Sound like a deal?' 'Sure,' he says. So,...
GayFeedbacks and sexy comments are welcome on and you can ping me on the same id in hangouts. I woke up sensing someone with me. I opened my eyes and realized I was naked. Sunita too was in bed with me, still asleep and her naked thighs on mine. We were still covered with the comforter. I felt great and was hard again remembering all the things that happened last night. I heard a faint knock on the door and after a while, it opened. I kept quiet to see who was it, it was Pammi. She peeped in, saw...
was talking to my fuck buddy awhile ago my regular guy he said he could do with a good fuck I said will have to see and he said he wanted me to fuck him I said I will try I asked him to put a photo up of his bum bent over showing his big balls I wanted something for me to get going he sent his pic it was nice I was just fantasising about putting my cock into his crack we started sexy chatting for awhile he said could we meet this was Wednesday he said can we meet tomorrow I said ok he said he...
As a Black Man, I am completely turned off by any non-blacks who are particularly infatuated with having sex with black men. What those people need to know is that every black man you come across isn't turned on or appreciative of, being "your taboo." Nor are most of us turned on with being viewed as a "fetish" or wanted for our "BBC's", treated as property, used as the "Mandingo" , employed as your lovers, etc. I realize that there are a lot of black men out there who are into that type shit -...
STILL on GREG’S ISLAND, on a planet 350,000 Light years from Earth Bob’s POV: Okay, okay, OKAY ... Greg just crapped his drawers. Linda was frantically flashing, “Spinner Bear, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FLIPPING MIND?” And Ed was just gathering flies with his open mouth. But, in my defense, they’d all MISSED one critical thing. While these guys are obviously more advanced, technology-wise than we were, I was probing and they have NO psychokinetic powers whatsoever. They DO have some kind of...
I have a girlfriend and she studies at the college. She is not from around here and that’s why she has to live in a student camp, just on the opposite site of the College alley. She shares her room with her roommate, as all of the students. And I’ll tell you that visiting your girlfriend at college doesn’t leave much time for sex when she lives in such a double accommodation. The room is not big, it’s small, perhaps too small for 2 people to live in, and barely fits 2 beds, but it’s a matter of...
Alessandra's awakening arousalAlessandra first ever erotic memory goes back some twenty years. Back then, her best girlfriend and Alex were almost always together to play and have fun. Linda looks like Alessandra, the difference is brunette and blonde. They love to be outside. With wet weather, they are more often at Linda's, a lively and very tolerant bunch. Alessandra is fond of Linda, because she dares to do about everything! Following her example, Alessandra climbs up with her to the top of...
BOUQUETS AND DETONATIONS I understand passion's flowering, Dynamite's need to explode, The zeal of fire in a forest, The grimaces of determined ice, A bullet that will penetrate anything, When I am on my elbows and knees Before you my mind set on pleasing You and servicing your needs. Anal intercourse or, for that matter, Fellatio makes a woman sympathetic To a man, especially one like me, Whose breasts are counterbalanced By the weight of cock and balls And millions of...
My name is Lucien Brown but my sister and friends call me the Tank. I am 6'2 feet tall with hazel eyes and black hair. My body is tanned, I am well built and very strong. I am 17 years old and just finishing my final senior year. I have been excelling in my classes and am very popular among my friends, yet I am still teased for not kissing or even dating a single girl throughout high school. Not to say a girl hasn't asked me out, but I've rejected every single offer up till now. I always found...
Incest‘Here is what you are going to do…’ We were inside the lobby and he had his arm firmly on my elbow walking me toward the Ladies’ room. His voice was warm and close in my ear. ‘You are going to go in there, do your business, and place the bullet inside that tight little ass. Come and find me when you are done and do NOT make me wait.’ I looked at him quickly and then looked at my purse. I hadn’t told him about this fantasy and I certainly hadn’t put the bullet in my purse before we left the...
Karan – Bhai, tum dono ki mummy ka badan bhi bahut gadraya hua hai. Aur agar koshish ki jaye to tum dono bhi apni mummy ko chod sakte ho. Karan ki baat sunke mujhe aur bhi jayada josh aa gaya. Fir din aise hi nikal gaya aur hum log agle din ka intejar karne lage kyuki agle din Karan ki mummy aa rahi thi. Aur fir agle din dopher ko Karan apni mummy ko le aaya. Tab main aur Sahil kamre par hi the. Jaise hi Karan ki mummy aayi to meri aur Sahil ki nazar un par tik gayi. Karan ki mummy ne halke...
I was ready to give up when my cell phone rang. I answered and was caught off guard by the deep young voice on the other end. "Is Annie there he asked. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you have the wrong number." I said in my sexiest voice, hoping it would get his attention. "This isn't Annie's number? 619-555-6969?" he asked. That was the number he had dialed, but it didn't belong to Annie. I explained to him that I had just recently gotten the number. He apologized,...
Bimbo MMO - part 1 by Oisedot LEVEL 1 My name is Alex. At the time, I was 22, unemployed, living alone in a tiny appartment. Until then, I was working as a web developer in a small company. They filed for bankruptcy but thankfully I managed to win a good amount of money, enough to keep me afloat, loan payments and all, for several years. The situation wasn't so bad, but being alone and unemployed, I was sinking fast into depression. Matt was my best friend then, and when he told me...
This is a true story about an incident that occurred to me a 1 year ago and I am Amith from Bangalore working and after hot encounter with my cousin this happened with my colleague her name is Pooja 29 years. She had one of those bodies that you could just fuck and fuck, without getting bored all the men will know what and I mean and although she was not very good looking. She had a big pair of boobs with a nice round arse to die for which was always well covered at work under her dress and...
When I lived in Atlanta I had a nephew from Detroit come and stay with me for a while. He was 21 yrs of age and on the weekends we would go to a nightclub called Cafe Eschelon in Stone Mountain GA. Cafe Eschelon was always jumping and packed with fine ladies. It was a favorite hotspot. After partying one night on my way out, my nephew introduced me to a young lady he had met in the club and exchanged phone numbers with. Her name was Kei Kei. I didn't know her age at the time, I knew she...
Jim took off from his house to get a few things at the local Walmart. Just a few grocery items. It was about noon, and he was home because he had recently retired from a government job after working there almost 35 years. Since he was only 55, he still felt young, but, better yet – his mind thought young. He may have matured and even gained some wisdom through the years, but sometimes he was no different than a horny teenage boy. His mind was still sharp, and it seemed to always focus on sex –...
Adam is a 5'9 male with a nice , sexy body. His hair is sandy blonde, and has beautiful green eyes. He's the jock of the school, and is obviously straight. But that will all change. It was mid December, a week before school let out. I was behind Adam, using my eyes to fantasize what his body would look like. His beautiful eyes looking around, his hair all messy, and oh! His smooth voice that would turn me on! I was too busy day dreaming about Adam to hear the teacher and what she said....
Forging Strength . . . Pained gasps. A feminine whimper. “Oh God!” Beth collapsed, fighting for every breath with Noah standing over her, the two of them drenched in sweat. “Come on, get up,” he said. “I can’t do anymore!” “You know what comes next.” She looked at him with eyes full of hate. “You’re a monster,” she hissed. A clear, steady stream was produced, arching onto the ground with a splash. “Oh, she broke her record!” said Oath. “I wish my mana would grow that fast!” Mira...
The Question By The Professor I'll answer your question, but before I do, I need to tell you a story. It's a story about me - about who I am and who I was. It's a long story, so settle back and I'll tell it to you as best I can. My name wasn't always the name I use today. My given name was Larry... Larry Boyd. That's right. That's what I was. If you want to leave now, you can. I'll understand. No? I'm impressed. I... I didn't think any man would still be sitting there after I...
Isn’t it funny how something innocent and unexpected can really get your motor revving? We tend to find our particular passions, at least I think, through serendipity. I remember the time when I discovered that I have a huge exhibitionist streak. It was unintentional but so amazing for me. I was young, old enough to know better, but too young to care. It wasn’t like I was innocent! I was raised in a Wiccan hippie atmosphere, after all. I knew my parents were swingers; I knew all about kinks and...
TrueI know its Ali’s turn to talk, but this time, I will. It had been six weeks since I gazed on her face. Weeks of sorting through my father’s estate after his death. Weeks of isolation from Alisandrea. We’d spent hours on the phone every night talking, but it was the smell of her, the feel of her I missed. Hell, I craved everything about her. I was back in the city. My loft smelled unused, the myriad of boxes of my father’s belongings tucked away in a corner of the spare room. I was restless and...
Suzanne said “Well a lot of this furniture is going to go, lets see” and started to check out the furnishings. Helena returned to her unit then returned with a large pad of yellow post it notes. They started in the lounge and tagged everything, then into the 1st bedroom checking all the cupboards were empty they tagged everything, again in the second bedroom. There was nothing either Suzanne or Helena wanted. Helena suggested she would ring Zac and find out if her knew of any removalists...
Hi, I'm Jim! By Virginia Kane Standard caveat applies. Please do not post onto any other website without express written permission of the authoress. If reading explicit adult fiction is illegal where you live, or if you are not yet eighteen years of age, read no further and go do something innocent and constructive. 1. My wife was out of town on business again with her new employer, so I had the entire weekend to express my alter ego. While I was still at home, I had put on my...
Can we have more Caitlin Bell please! Yes you can because this girl is smoking hot and loves good sex when she can find it and she’s found it right here with Jake Adams. Now Caitlin states she usually has a hard time cumming, which has always been a mystery to me why girls say they love sex but usually don’t cum during it. If guys had a hard time cumming during sex there wouldn’t be any sex going on, but luckily for Caitlin Jake is always up for a challenge and Jake usually delivers. So today’s...
xmoviesforyouWhen I was 34 years old I fell in love with a young lady of 25 years. We were honest to each other, up to a point (I had a few secrets), and after we dated for two months we felt so comfortable with each other that we decided to marry. I am Harry and she is Vanessa. I had met her family and they were a good, Christian, conservative group of folks. Myself, I was an orphan. But I had gathered together a small family of friends and like-minded adults who shared my values, and would soon share my...
AnalWith a lazy hand, she reached out for the phone beside her on the bed, picking it up and blinking wearily at the screen, running a thumb across it, a mechanical motion which she put no thought into as she tried to clear the sleep from her eyes and mind. She pursed her lips slowly and furrowed her brow, it was half an hour before her alarm was set to go off. Blinking a few more times, still unaccustomed to the early morning light, she set her phone down and leaned up on her elbows, listening...
"Wake up. Wake up. They're home." I was being shaken awake. I just wanted to pull back into my bag and sleep. "Shhh. Stay down." I was pushed down just as the room was flooded with light. I cracked one eye to see a figure, backlighted by the bright little hallway, look in on us and then turn, leave, and close the door. Probably my mom. The room was black again. "Wait until they go to bed." She whispered. I was wide awake now. It was back in the fifties in a little town out west. My...
They pulled up outside Elle's house in a taxi, he was in the passenger seat, Elle was in the back seat with Kath. Kath was passed out and had her head in her mother's lap.Following his dance, with Elle, they had returned to the bar and found Kath downing shots of tequila with several of the bridesmaids. It hadn't taken long for her to start feeling the effects of the alcohol, and so the three of them had left the reception. He had to hold Kath up as she couldn't quite manage to stay upright on...
Oral SexI awoke bright and early on Sunday morning. I figured the alarm clock would be the device to wake me up. I found that my nose worked better. I went into the kitchen to find my son Robbie making breakfast. "Morning Robbie. That smells good. What are making?" "Sausage gravy and biscuits with omelets. Erin is coming over for breakfast. I figured I better make enough for the whole family." "Smart move." "We're then going over to her house to watch the game with her folks." "You...
It was an ordinary summers day in London as i left my house to walk to university. Along the way i passed the river Thames eyeing up some sexy ladies as they waved at me and i waved back. I walked into the university and went straight to my first lesson. Biology with the sexy Miss Jones, i watched her breasts slowly bouncing up and down all lesson. As i was walking out of the lesson, "Steve can you stay back i need to talk about your recent level of work" she said. Part 2 to come soon
Introduction: Well I wrote about her latest sexploits in Anne Marie Submissive Slutwife so I figured I should post the story about the first time she ever did another guy in front of me. My wife Anne Marie is in her early thirties, five ft. seven inches tall, with long dirty blond hair and dark chocolate eyes. She has awesome long legs, and a playboy bunny ass. Her breasts are small and firm, and her nipples are incredibly long and sexy when she is turned on. We have always been pretty open...
I had a much longer, more detailed version of this story but unfortunately it got deleted. You text me once you get off work. You’ve been up since 4:00 a.m. It’s almost 6:00 p.m. I know you’ve had a long day so I decide to pick up some food before meeting up with you. You greet me with a long kiss, and I ask if you’d like to go sit at the the beach for a while. You say sure, so we do. We spend almost an hour talking about how our days went, what’s new, our plans for the weekend, etc. I...
We stock a huge range of exotic clothing, sex toys and adult paraphernalia in the boutique where I work, but one of the best aspects of my job at Playthings is dealing with the lovely pleasure seeking people that I meet on a daily basis. We get a few men who pluck up the courage to venture inside looking for some sexy underwear for their wives or girlfriends, but the vast majority of our customers are women. This is also the case with the sales reps and merchandisers that supply us with our...
Group SexFULL HOUSE GIRLS? FULL HOUSE GIRLS IN TROUBLEBy ynyn It was going to be a chilly night. Very cold, even for April, in the bay area. DJ, Stephanie, Kimmie Gibbler, and DJ?s boyfriend Steve were by themselves in the house. Jesse took Becky and the boys to visit family down in Los Angeles. Joey had an audition in Hollywood, and Danny took Michelle to a baseball game, like he had promised for her birthday. The three girls and Steve were planning to sit and watch movies, with 13-year-old...
Now in my seventies my opportunities to make love to a woman or have fun with a like minded guy are few and far between and a wife in a care home suffering ill health means no nookie from her any more not that we fucked in quite a few years. When in my prime I often made the mistake of rushing my love making. My partners rarely complained as I always concentrated on bringing them much pleasure which turned me on even more and an almost eternally responsive cock that often hardened before even...
mein aapne padha tha, ki kaise Jethalal ne Sonu ki paison ka laalach deke choda tha. Ab thoda flashback mein chalte hai. Jab Jethalal Sonu ko window mein se dekh kar uske peeche jata hai. To woh room ka darwaza band karna bhool jata hai. Jethalal ke room se jaane ke baad Daya akeli hoti hai. Woh is baat se anjaan thi, ki Jethalal room ka darwaza khula chhodh gaya tha. Aur woh befikar hoke bathroom mein nahane chali jati hai. Koi 10-minute baad Iyer Jethalal se koi baat karne ke liye uske...
The town knew the Penny was going to sea. Of course, everybody thought it was going to be a sail around the islands off shore. If they only knew. The marina was lined with people and well-wishers. Speed boats were cavorting around the boat. The Pennies were a popular bunch. They threw good parties and brewed great beer. They wouldn't loan anyone money though. They paid good wages for quality goods. and they tipped. So, the crew met in the salon. Everyone was wearing the Nevis and St. Kitts...
Night #1 My name is Zebedeusza S. Kubrokovich. My last name rhymes with “Cute boy who loves dick.” Call me Skowronek, or in English, call me Skylark. I’m part Japanese and part Polack. I’m a PolskaJap so shut your yap! I’m a little chicken who likes sucking Dickens or, maybe I’m tofu and Dear John’s the fool. Am I a minor, or a well-preserved wallet miner? My youth is the truth, but my age I won’t let those damned chickenhawks gauge. If they ever find out, with dinner I might go without. Since...
Audra giggles at the face Leah makes at the sight of the tentacles. She knows the woman has a fear of them from when she was a child. Leah told stories many times during training about her experiences. Yet, none of those experiences involved her with intimacy with the Scourge. Never once had the older woman experienced the closeness like Audra has. Leah has no idea what it is she is missing—only what she fears. And today, those fears will come to an end. The tentacles wave and whip wildly...
By the time I handed in the tray at the kitchen, there was more information on the TV news. By now, other cardboard boxes stuffed with bubble-wrap had been opened to reveal more artefacts, to the delight of the museum. As each item was revealed, it was laid on a foam mat on a cloth-covered folding table that had been hurriedly obtained. It was then quickly photographed, before being carried into the British Museum in triumph by a member of staff. I snorted at these antics, to the dismay of...
“Oh my God!” Laura said, with a wild look on her face. “I just saw one of your housemates.” I twisted towards her and screwed my face up into a ‘so-what’ expression. She was so excited that she couldn’t get the words out. “Naked!” Laura threw her hands in the air as though she’d just found out she’d won the lottery; I sank back into the sofa and took another sip of my herbal tea. Perhaps disappointed by my lack of interest, she tried to add spice. “What a hunk!” “Which one was it?” I asked,...
ExhibitionismYou’re Gonna Get It!“You’re gonna get it”That’s all the text message said but I knew I had crossed a line and I was suddenly feeling apprehensive. My husband and I had been teasing each other via text message all day while we were out on various errands and most of the banter was light joking back and forth but I knew what I said had just poked a bear and I almost regretted it. My husband had been teasing me about how many I was going to receive for my spanking tonight, 10, 15, 25, it was...
On paper the ship looked to be ideal for Varna's purposes - a heavily armed converted freighter that still retained a reasonable size hold. The downside was, being rather old, it needed five crew to run it. A pilot, navigator, engineer and two for weapons control. The navigator, co-pilot and second in command was Sisanna, an older, hard and vicious woman she had befriended after she pushed Minara away and transferred to a different brigade. Varna wanted a reputation as a badass, and the...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
Now I changed the names just in case but this is true and just in case those involved figure out I'm telling the swinging swapping asslicking anal pussy lesbian gay chubby BBW perverted taboo secret world... Everything I really know... It's a kinky world out thereA few years back when I was still just a boyfriend to my now wife I had discovered that her parents were swingers because although the were very kinky they were older and not computer savvy. And a few searches and BOOM I hit a payload...
Pale, bespectacled brunette Jackie Hoff looks sexy in a leopard-print bikini that displays her fleshy, natural tits. On a private date with Mick Blue, the XXX director/performer douses her knocker in oil. Jackie giggles as she rubs the slippery liquid over her breasts, soon stripping off her bikini bottom to spread her holes for Mick’s POV camera. Following a sassy intro, Jackie drops to her knees to worship the Austrian stud’s huge boner. Her petite hands stroke his big cock...
xmoviesforyou(A large steamship pulls into port.) Passenger: So we've finally arrived in Osaka. Passenger 2: Yes... It was a long voyage from Shanghai. (Enishi is standing at the railing, looking out. He is dressed in Chinese-style pants and jacket, wearing small sunglasses and carrying a wrapped sword. Overhearing their conversation, he smiles slightly.) Enishi: Long?... Long indeed. It's been ten years since I last saw Japan... (A hot summer morning. Kenshin and Yahiko are training outside the...
I had just graduated and was home for summer for the first time in three years. I had been home occasionally since starting uni, but never for an extended period of time. I was only really home now as I'd had to sell my flat at university, ready to start my graduate job in the city in a few months.My sister was also home after her first year at a different university - we were quite an affluent family so had no need to work over the summer, which meant we both spent most of our time lounging...
It had been 4 months since returning from California and, although we weren't officially dating, Becky and I were exclusive. I must admit it was strange that I hadn't asked her officially, yet something told me it had to be done right and that required planning. Carl was glad to have me back and I had to bail him out of a bad spot with his latest romantic interest's brother. Carl and I had talked with him and Carl manned up and backed off. I was sitting at work, having just...