Isolation
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I was 15 when my dad died, it was quite sudden, he had a heart attack whilst doing the gardening. I loved my dad more than anything, he was my world and when he died my world ended.
Mum was just as devastated as I was, even after 20 years of marriage they still loved each other as much as when they first met.
She struggled along without him for a while, but found it hard. She couldn't keep up the payments on the mortgage and pay my school fees, so I would have to leave the grammar school at the end of year 11 and sit my A-Levels at a state college. The house problem was solved my mum's brother, Uncle Tony. His wife's mother had died the year before and they'd inherited her house in Cumbria, it was a small house and it had been on the market for the past year without any interest, so he said Mum could have it, once our house was sold we could pay him & his wife Aunty Judy 75% of its market value out of any money we raise.
So we would have to move from Manchester up to Cumbria, there are worse places to live. We'd be handy for a well-regarded school where I could sit my A-Levels and mum could find work in a hair-dressers, she's very talented with hair.
We would be leaving lot behind, all our friends and most of our relatives would be miles away, I would be leaving Girl Guides, where I'd learnt a lot about respect for others and our environment, I'd be leaving the church I'd attended with Dad, and all the people there. Uncle Tony would be close by though.
So, after my GCSEs had finished we packed our meagre belongings into a removal van and moved 70 miles north to start a new life in a very different place.
Initially it was a major culture shock, moving from a busy town centre house, with dozens of shops, pubs, clubs, fast food takeaways, to a small village with only a few shops, a couple of pubs and a couple of takeaways, the only lights on after 9pm seem to be the pubs and the sole Indian takeaway. Even the small supermarket closes at 9.
The major compensation though is the absolutely beautiful landscape round here, the Lake District is only about 30 minutes away, Morecambe Bay 10 minutes, and I can walk to school. On top of this, it's a really low crime area, mum never felt safe at home after dad died, but here she's a lot happier.
Our new house is much smaller than our old house, but that's OK, because there's only two of us now, so two bedrooms, both a good size actually, one bathroom, a lounge and dining kitchen is really all we need. The house has a small front garden and a nice big back garden with tall trees between us and next door, so providing they don't have a periscope or CCTV camera on the roof we're not overlooked.
By the time we got the house sorted it was September and time to go back to school, my first day at a new school, I was both looking forward to it and dreading it. The 6th form at this school is very different to my last school because around half the students are boarders, some are English, and are boarding because their parents work abroad, and some are foreign students who've come here for an English education, a bit like English people sending their daughters to "finishing school" abroad.
I was met by the head of sixth form and shown round the site, introduced to a few established students who would be studying the same courses and then left to fend for myself. Most of the students seemed to be pretty sorted types, a few prima donnas and a couple of distinctly odd types who were studying agricultural courses, but on the whole I felt comfortable.
During lunch that day a girl in a Ralph Lauren polo shirt caught my eye and called me over, she introduced herself as Mary and indicated that I should join her group.
I sat where she indicated and studied her awhile as she had a word with a girl on the next table. She was obviously a very self-assured girl, she handled herself well and from the body language she clearly considered herself to be superior to the girl she was speaking with.
Her clothes showed her, or rather her family, to be wealthy, her Ralph Lauren polo shirt was brand new, her jeans were Armani and she had a pair of Marc Jacobs pumps on her feet - yes I read Heat magazine and the Sunday supplements because I enjoy torturing myself looking a nice clothes I'll never be able to afford.
"So you're the new girl, I'm Mary and we're going to be good friends."
When she turned to face me I could see she was very pretty, although not a 10, if you have to give scores. Maybe the look of entitlement on her face spoilt things a little. Anyway, she had very lush dark blonde hair that was pretty obviously expensively styled to look tousled, I think it was her natural colour, or the hairdresser also coloured her eyebrows at the same time as her hair, further proof would only be revealed to her boyfriends and doctor.
"Hello Mary, I'm Amy. Why do you want to be my friend?"
"Because I see a potential in you to be successful, not just in school, but in society. I like to introduce a select few people into my world you see. With my help you will see the right people and attend the right events. Without my help I doubt you'll get very far in this school."
Mmm, I was getting a distinct whiff of Heathers, with me as Winona Ryder and Mary as Shannen Doherty, I just needed Christian Slater to riding over the horizon to complete the set. As Mary is so far the only person who has spoken to me without prompting from a teacher I decided to just go with the flow for now.
"Ok, so why do you see potential in me, what is this elusive 'x-factor' that I exude?"
"Well for a start you are very pretty, almost beautiful if I'm honest, and you know how to wear clothes and how to stand and walk, you carry yourself well. I see these things and just know that we can be good for each other."
"Well I'm obviously flattered that you consider me to be almost beautiful, I was thinking the same of you as it happens. So, what now? Do we hang out here in the cafeteria all afternoon, or do we prowl the halls looking for unsuspecting year 7 kids to ridicule. I've no idea how we act here as I've come from an inner-city comprehensive."
"You don't sound like you're from a comprehensive school."
"Don't worry, I'm taking the piss, I went to Withington Girls School, they taught me how to walk upright without dragging my knuckles on the floor."
"Well the first thing you need is a boyfriend, you can't be seen out without a boy or people will think you are a spinster in training or even worse, a lesbian."
"What's wrong with being a lesbian for God's sake?"
"They give proper girls a bad name with their attitude against men. A woman needs a man."
Jesus, what was this girl on, I might have some fun here.
"OK, let's assume I need a man, where do I find one?"
"You don't just find one, you don't know anyone round here for a start. I will find one for you. If you meet me at the Cross Keys on Friday night I'll bring you a suitable boy."
Lunch break was over and so we separated. Thinking about our encounter I was in two minds, firstly Mary was quite a character, and I doubted it would do me any harm to hang around with her for a little while until I built up some other, saner friends; but on the other hand, she was clearly at least a bit odd, with her belief that lesbians are evil and girls need me to get by. The topic of boys did interest me though, coming from a girls school, and living in an area where my mum kept us all closeted away for our own safety, I'd not really met many boys my own age. The only ones I did meet were in church, and to be honest they weren't the most exciting people to be around. I had a few dates with boys from church, but they mainly involved McDonalds, a PG film and if I was lucky they didn't try to grope me on the bus journey home.
The rest of the week flew by, the teachers were all mainly young and enthusiastic, and the lessons were interesting, with different teaching methods from my last school, much use being made of videos, computers and stuff. One lesson was a live hook-up with schools in Germany, Italy and Hong Kong.
Friday night crept up on me and when my phone rang at 6pm I was shocked to realise I'd forgotten about meeting Mary and the mystery guy at the Cross Keys. I borrowed £20 off mum and threw on my normal going out clothes - a nice blouse and skirt with a pair of pink Converse pumps - and set out for the pub, which was only 5 minutes walk away. On the subject of borrowing money, I really had to try to get a part time job, the supermarket must have something part-time going, a few hours a week was all I needed to get myself a bit of going-out money.
Anyway, I'd not been in the Cross Keys yet, so didn't really know what to expect from the village pub, would it be like American Werewolf in London, everyone stop what they're doing, glasses half raised, and star at me. As it happened I was pleasantly surprised, the pub was clean and bright, with booths down both sides and tables dotted around the rest of the large room. Mary was in a booth with two boys, she waved me over after I'd got a coke.
"Hello Amy, meet Gavin and Matt, they're not both for you greedy, Matt's mine."
I said hello to everyone and sat down next to Mary, and opposite, I presume, Gavin, as she'd not said which was which. To be honest though, they could have been twins, they were both around the same height and build, rugby players I think, they both looked similar, simian faces, devoid of emotion or thought, not even lights behind the eyes, and they dressed in the same style, polo shirts, one blue, one red and jeans.
I took a risk and spoke to Gavin, "Hi Gavin, what school do you go to?"
"Queen Elizabeth."
Wow, Mr Charisma can talk. To think I was nervous about tonight as I walked over, I needed have worried because nothing at all will happen at this rate.
I turned to Mary, "is he always this talkative?" I whispered through my teeth.
"He's a lovely boy, aren't you Gavin? Tell Amy here a little about yourself"
"I go to Queen Elizabeth, I'm 18 just started Year 13 again to re-do my A-levels, it's the school's idea as I'm captain of the rugby team."
"Very nice, do you have any interests apart from rugby, as I'm afraid I'm from a girls' school and we didn't play rugby."
His eyes lit up at the words 'girls' school'.
"Oh, was it like St Trinian's? Lots of fit girls in uniform?"
"Well similar as far as the fit girls in uniform, but we had less smoking and almost no train robberies."
"I like cars, Top Gear and the like, and I like Rhianna, she's hot, and Rosie Jones."
"Who's Rosie Jones?"
"She's a model, out of Nuts, she's dead fit and has amazing tits."
Wow, he's a charmer, definitely knows how to please a girl, talking about models with amazing tits to a girl who struggles to fill her 32B bra.
Gavin stood up, "let's go somewhere, we'll go for a drive in my car."
I wasn't sure, but Mary gave me a nudge and told me to go, so I did. Gavin hadn't waited for me to follow him, so I had to find the car park, and then I had to find his car. There was a battered Ford Fiesta with the engine running, so I assumed that was him, and it was - I must be psychic, second right guess tonight.
I climbed in with some trepidation and he tore out of the car park before I'd even fastened my seatbelt. We set off towards Arnside and after about 10 minutes he parked up on a cliff edge overlooking the bay, the view was spectacular.
I unfastened my seatbelt and got comfy, not totally sure what was coming next. It didn't take long for him to act, he reached over and turned my face to his and planted a kiss straight on my lips, it wasn't a very good kiss, but at least his breath didn't smell.
Whilst he was kissing me I heard a zip being pulled down, he took my hand and dropped it on his crotch, his dick was right under my hand, it felt warm and soft. I'd not touched a penis before, it was about the size of a sausage. It got warmer and harder as I fondled it.
Gavin disengaged his lips from mine and with a hand on the back of my neck he pushed me down into his crotch, and popped his dick in my mouth. I really had no idea what he wanted me to do, so I just waited for instructions.
"Suck it bitch", well there you have it, instructions, so I pursed my lips, and sucked it like it was a fat straw. His dick didn't taste nice at all, I tried not to think about what it was, but the thoughts of not washing after having a wee kept springing to mind, I tried not to gag, especially when he started to thrust forward. Luckily he wasn't long enough to reach right to the back of my mouth. After a little while he grunted and something shot out, it tasted salty and took the taste of stale wee away.
Gavin let go of my head and zipped himself up, started the car and reversed away from the beautiful view. He drove back to the pub and dropped me off outside the pub. He'd said nothing since "suck it bitch". As he drove away from the pub I went in and walked straight through to the toilets, My hair was a mess, but I soon sorted it, I'd not been wearing any makeup, so it didn't need fixing, I just splashed some water on my face and dried it.
I ordered a brandy at the bar and found Mary, she was alone, Matt must have gone somewhere in the, I looked at my watch, 25 minutes since we'd left.
"So was it nice?"
"Oh yeah, he forced his dick in my mouth, we had a lovely time, but at least he was done in under a minute. Do not make him think he's entitled to a second try." I tossed back the brandy and left.
The next morning I walked down to the supermarket and managed to get myself a job, Three evenings and Saturday morning, 16 hours a week and £64 in my pocket. As I was walking back home my phone rang, it was Mary, she actually apologised for Gavin's behaviour, he'd been under stress apparently, his place on the rugby team was in doubt, and if he lost that place the school would have no reason to keep him on, and without A-Levels he wouldn't be able to go to Uni, and his dad wouldn't give him a job, so his life would be ruined. It was my job apparently to make him feel better, could I go out with him tonight. I don't know if it was the euphoria of getting the job, but for some reason I said yes. As soon as I ended the call I regretted it, but how bad could it be, if I remembered to take a packet of polo mints with me to cover the taste I'm sure it would be fine.
That night we met again at the Cross Keys, he said he was sorry for his behaviour. We had a couple of drinks and then drove us to Kendal, where we had a couple more drinks and a meal in a Thai restaurant. We went for a little walk in the churchyard afterwards, which I thought was a little freaky, but whatever.
We sat on a bench and he kissed me, properly this time, and it was nice. He put his hand on my breast, I'd decided not to wear a bra, a little luxury us small breasted girls have, not having to wear a bra if we don't want to. He played with my nipple a bit, they get very hard if played with, I do it often, and stick out like pencil erasers. Without trying Gavin had hit on the spot that gets me hot, I can make myself come just from playing with my boobs, another 5 minutes and he'd have done the same, but time was of major importance apparently, because just as I was warming up he stopped.
He picked me up and lay me on the grass, he lifted up my skirt and pulled down my knickers, I was still in a bit of a daze from the nipple play, as I didn't realise what was going on until he was kneeling between my legs and had his dick poised just above my vagina, my intact, virgin vagina.
I just managed to whisper "oh shit" as he plunged in, no foreplay, no nothing, just straight in. He pumped 5 times, I counted them, and then he came. I was crying, from the pain, from the shame. I'd lost my precious cherry to a rugby playing caveman.
He got up and walked away, "come on" he called back, "if you want a lift back home you'd better hurry".
I hurried as I straightened my clothing, he dropped me off at home, where I cried myself to sleep after I'd texted Mary saying I never wanted to see Gavin again.
So that was my virginity gone, forever. My dreams of losing it to my future husband lay in tatters.
Over the course of the next few months Mary fixed me up with a few other guys, all allegedly eligible, members of this or that club. I went to a few very glamorous parties, some of which I actually enjoyed. I met a few celebrities and at least one minor royal, I made out with an actor from Hollyoaks at one garden party, just kissing and groping, nothing too serious, I was photographed with him and was kind of hoping to be listed as his mystery redhead (I was in a Christina Hendricks phase at this point, just the hair, not the figure) in the following week's Heat magazine, but I never saw the photo anywhere.
--I'd have sex with some of the guys, if they looked ok, and didn't treat me like shit, but to be honest after losing my cherry in such a shitty way I really didn't care what they did as long as they didn't hurt me, the sex meant nothing, I never came once with any guy.
One day Mary set me up with an older guy, Geoff, he's the owner of the local Polo club, very rich, very good looking and as I'd met him a few times before, I knew him to be a gentleman. He needed someone to hang on his arm for a formal dinner.
Geoff picked me up outside the Cross Keys in his Bentley, the meal was at a hotel on the banks of Windermere, very posh apparently, so it's a good job Mary had lent me one of her sister's dresses, as I didn't have anything suitable. I borrowed my mum's best shoes and one of her handbags. Geoff complimented me, saying I looked just perfect.
We arrived at the hotel and stepped into the ballroom where heads turned in our direction, I heard many appreciative comments. I felt a million dollars. We were handed a glass of Cristal, I'm not really a champagne girl, but when it's free I'll drink anything.
We mingled for a while, there were a few people I recognised from other events, there was the minor royal again, he kissed my cheek as if I was an old friend - where's the press when you need them - I didn't see the Hollyoaks actor, but I'm guessing this party was a step up from his level.
We were ushered into the dining room at 8pm, dinner was 6 courses, each by a different Michelin starred chef, it all tasted spectacular, but I could tell you what any of it was. each course had a different wine, and I was a little tipsy by the time pudding was served. I asked for a strong coffee, which hit the spot and made me a little more alert.
After dinner we were led back into the ballroom, where we danced obviously. I was glad of the dancing lessons I'd had at Girl Guides as Geoff was a good dancer, we changed partners regularly, I had one dance with the royal, still no press to take my picture, he remembered my name and I managed not to step on his toes, my million dollar feeling had multiplied to a billion dollars.
When the dancing wound down I looked for Geoff, he was nowhere to be found, so I started to wander the hotel. I found him in a small meeting room, I also found the Hollyoaks actor, he was leaning over the arm of a sofa, his pants around his ankles with Geoff's cock in his ass. I screamed and ran, Geoff quickly pulled his pants up and ran after me, he grabbed my arm and stopped me.
"Amy, please, listen too me."
"No, you listen to me, you bring me here, to this swanky party, just to leave me so you can bum some soap actor, why did you do that? Why lift me up to such heights, just to drop me down to the floor? Have you any idea how I feel?"
"I needed you, I couldn't show up here without a date, and I couldn't bring him on my arm could I. Mary said you would love the party and were a bit fed up of young men and mindless shagging, she thought you'd appreciate the gesture."
"But ... but ... but why not tell me I was just here as, what am I? Camouflage, yes, why not tell me I was coming as camouflage, why build my hopes up. You are the first person Mary has set me up with that I was willing to sleep with, and you bat for the other side."
"Actually, I'm bisexual, I was going to take you to bed later."
"Oh no you don't buster, not after you've had your dick up someone's bum you won't. I'm sleeping alone tonight. You take Mr Soap Star to our room, I'll sleep in the car."
"If you must sleep alone, use his room. And please, whatever you do, don't tell anyone about this."
"Don't worry about that, do you think I'm going to tell everyone how I went to a swanky party with a good looking bloke who dumped me for a bit part TV actor, no fear I'm keeping quiet."
Geoff took my hand and kissed it, really sweetly actually, "you are truly a wonderful girl, and it's a shame you had to find out about this. Please go and enjoy yourself, maybe you'll find someone to share the room with."
Geoff slipped a room key card in my handbag and I walked away, "see you for breakfast in the morning" he called as I turned the corner to head back to the bar.
At the bar I ordered a white wine spritzer, I need the room number to charge it against, and deciding Mr Hollyoaks would be paying for my drinks I opened my bag to find the key card for the room number. Wrapped around the key card was a number of £50 notes, 10 of them. What was this about? Buying my silence, but I'd already told him I was keeping quiet, was it money he would have given me to sleep with him? Oh shit, he was paying me as an escort. I took my drink and moved to a table, I needed to think.
My first thought was to storm in on him mid bonk again and throw the money in his face, but decided that would be cheap and trashy. I could put it in an envelope and post it under his door, but on reflection I decided that I needed the money more than he did, so I'd keep it.
The next morning I met Geoff at breakfast, he apologised for his behaviour last night, and said he deeply regretted me finding out like that.
"Oh, don't worry about it. Who's paying for the gigolo's room?"
"He is I presume, I know I'm not."
"Ahh, he may get a shock, because I put a few drinks on his tab last night."
"He can afford it, have you any idea how much these TV actors get paid these days, it's a scandal. By the way, the money I gave you is a gift, I realise you are not from money like Mary and her pals, I was a little worried you'd throw it back in my face when you found it."
I smiled, "well I did consider it."
"I would like to come to a business arrangement if you are willing to listen," I nodded, "As I'm sure you now realise, I'm gay, well I sleep with the odd lady every now and again, but I prefer men. Now in a reasonable world this would not be a problem, and I can tell that you are open minded about this, because you didn't kill me in my sleep."
I laughed at this, "I've no problem at all with you being gay, straight or bisexual, I just would have appreciated prior warning."
"Thank you, so I was wondering if we could do this again. I'm known around these parts for being a bit of a ladies man you see, so I have a few regular woman who I take to social events, most are old friends who have known about me for years, they go for the meal and the dance, and often sleep with one of the waiters. I would like you to be one of my regular ladies, and in your case I'd give you the same gift, if you won't find that offensive."
"Can I think about this, because I'm hoping that this doesn't make me some kind of whore."
"Why ever would you think that? The money is a gift for you, I'd give you some jewellery or a watch, but I have a feeling that the money would be more useful. By the way, Mary knows nothing about the money, in fact she knows nothing about anything, as far as she's concerned you were my date last night and we would have ended up in my bed rather than the gigolo as you so wisely called him."
So the arrangement was made, for the next 12 months, about once a fortnight Geoff phoned me and we went to a fancy event, I even appeared on his arm in Lancashire Life and Cheshire Life, my mum was especially proud of the Cheshire Life photo because Wayne & Colleen Rooney were in the background of that shot. Every penny Geoff paid me went into a bank account, I just used the money from my supermarket job for clothes and going out.
I actually had sex with Geoff once, he was a kind and tender lover, but he didn't make me come. I've no idea why, maybe it was the thought that he was just doing this out of duty. It happened at the Cheshire party, he had a suite in a very expensive hotel in Alderley Edge and the morning after the event, after his male lover had gone home I was feeling horny, I'd got off with some guy the night before and he'd shagged me twice but both times had been distinctly underwhelming.
So the next morning over breakfast in Geoff's suite I seduced him, I made sure he'd had a good shower and then got down on my knees under the table and took his cock out from his dressing gown, it was a nice cock, the biggest I'd seen so far, and much bigger than Mr League Two footballer from last night. I took it in my mouth and proceeded to blow Geoff's cock, I'd not done it often but I knew the basics and he seemed to enjoy it as his cock swelled to fill my mouth and tickle my throat. After a couple of minutes I withdrew it from my mouth and climbed from under the table, taking his hand I walked him through to the bedroom.
It was a four-poster bed, I lay Geoff down and undressed before him, I had the same dress as last night, it was very elegant and expensive (well it was from Oxfam, but he didn't need to know that), the dress hit the floor and I unfastened my bra, showing him my perky little boobs, I'd grown very fond of them, especially as the hoodlums Mary pairs with me generally prefer girls with big tits, so by default I'd decided small boobs were better. Geoff let out a sigh, "oh you are more beautiful than I ever imagined, come here."
I stepped out of my panties and climbed on the bed, Geoff motioned that I should straddle his face, so I did, my pussy just above his mouth, he licked his lips, "you shave it clean, I was hoping to see your real hair colour."
"Oh that's a secret between me & my mum," I laughed
Geoff lapped his tongue up and down my pussy lips, then he pushed it between my lips, penetrating me as far as it would go, he fucked me with his tongue for a little while, then withdrew and concentrated on my clit. I was almost there, but I just couldn't come, each time I was close to the peak my body just backed off a little, I was almost screaming.
I pulled away from his face and moved down his body, leaning over I flicked my tongue around his nipples, he jerked and his nipples got nearly as hard as mine do.
As I moved down a bit further his cock bumped against my bum cheeks, I lifted myself up and slotted it home in my waiting pussy, Geoff groaned, "Oh my dear, your pussy is as tight as any boys arse." He thrust upwards and sent all 7 inches of his fat cock deep inside me. I leant forwards and kissed him passionately whilst he fucked me hard from below.
For a man his age, I'm guessing he's in his fifties, he had some serious stamina. We fucked liked rabbits for about half an hour and still he hadn't come. My legs got tired half way through and we swapped places, he moved on top and pounded away like a teenager, then suddenly he withdrew and moved up the bed, with his cock in his hand he wanked himself to orgasm over my face, much of it landed in my mouth and I licked up the rest, it didn't taste as bad as some I'd been forced to drink.
Geoff lay down next to me and kissed me tenderly, "my dear, what brought that on?"
"I've been going out with you for a year now and you've not some much as kissed me, so I just decided I had to take the initiative."
I went for a shower and when I came back Geoff was fully dressed and ready to go. I dressed quickly and went to my room to get my case. As I took my key out of my handbag I found it was stuffed with money, I counted it in my room and it was £5,000. I grabbed my case and rushed down to the car park where Geoff was waiting.
"Why so much this time?"
"I was lucky on a bet last night, so I decided to share my good fortune, did you look all the way to the bottom of your bag?"
"No I didn't, I stopped at the £50 notes." I opened my bag on my lap, at the bottom was a set of car keys, "what are these for?"
"The car that should be parked outside your house when you get home, you're 17 now right?" I nodded, "well you can start learning to drive, speak to my PA tomorrow and she'll get all your details for lessons and insurance and such."
The journey home was a bit of a blur, I had enough money in my bag to buy a car, and that's what I was thinking of doing, but he'd beat me to it.
As he pulled in front of my house I saw a brand new blue Renault Clio parked in the driveway, my mum came out and ran up to me, Geoff hand mum an envelope, then kissed me before he drove off.
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An hour later we are fucking like rabbits in the missionary position, long and hard, very hard with his arms holding my legs in the air. Before breakfast the next morning he is fucking me from behind with my arse cheeks cupped in his hands That afternoon I am sitting on his very erect cock so he can look at my arse as I watch in the mirrors while I provide and enjoy tantric sex. “Love your gorgeous arse baby especially in that position, perfectly proportioned and dimple free. Love looking...
“I can see why you wanted to get away from this place so much,” Rey said absently toward the horizon. She doubted her former master was somehow listening in on her drivel, but it was comforting to pretend like she wasn’t completely alone on this wasteland of a planet. Rey eyed the tall thin carass of the vaporizer up and down, bit her lip, and focused her gaze on the small misplaced component on the vaporizer’s control panel. Closing her eyes, she felt the Force fill her mind and surround...
Again Ben woke before Julia the next morning. His mouth felt thick and dry and his head hurt. He stumbled to the bathroom to relieve himself and get a drink of water. That done, he refilled the glass and brought it to the bedside table for Julia when she woke. He winced as he returned to the bed, suddenly remembering his actions from the night before. Shit, what have I done? He jumped back up and decided to take a shower, clear his head. He wasn't sure what he could possibly say to her...
Tuesday morning I wake up at three in the morning. Another nightmare. I was being chased by someone. He had an eerie familiar voice as he told me that I will lead my church. Before he could tackle me, I woke up in a cold sweat. I stop thinking about the nightmare and think about my identical twin sister. I miss her so much. We went through so much, and now we are separated by reasons unknown. I am thankful for mom getting us back together. I am still wondering about where my sister and I...
Six years ago... Eve and I wake up to another Saturday night party. We are in another foster home. The Carters are an older couple with two teenage daughters. Carissa is 19 and attends the local college and Jenny is 17 and a senior in high school. The Carters work the night shift on the weekends, which leaves the girls home to throw parties. The music is loud, which makes it hard to sleep. The door slams open as Eve and I see a guy and girl standing in the doorway and turn on the...
*Letters * mean they're stressed. LetTers mean their tone of voice is raised. _Letters _ mean they're accented but not stressed. Members.home.net/dow75stories Soul Mated 01) A Life for a Life --But This Isn't the Kind of Life I Want!! By Ron Dow75 dow75stories@home.com . The bathroom was hazy from the steam from the Jacuzzi and the aromatherapy candles. . A longhaired brunet has her head resting back, letting the jets and the bubble bath ease her...
Soul Mates 5: Wearing a T-Shirt, Then a Push-up Bra By Ron Dow75 Taylor Estes was being swept down the river by the flood current! It was all he could do to keep his head above the surge. He lost the fight. He felt the warmth of hypothermia overtaking him. He found his way to the surface. The worst of the storm was over; instead of the wave, there were now swells. They were all about him; two rose and slowly fell by his ears; two were over his chest. A small one was over his......
HumorBeware the lady with the cheshire cat grin because something's going to disappear! "Hurry up before all the good ones are gone!" Kassandra gave a final tug on the black dress she had just placed on her mannequin and stood back to admire her work. "Kassie, enough already, she looks like she's going to a funeral," Persephone giggled. "You spend waaaay too much time on your mannequin." "Yeah Kass, you'll just be changing it again tomorrow," exclaimed Appollonia. "We really need to...
Prologue To Hell Time is a linear sort of thing, but it’s not smooth or level. Like a meandering river it has peaks and valleys. If one looks close enough it has something else that makes it amazing. It has bubbles, or rather it seems to be made up of bubbles. Large, small, nestled against and within one another, they cluster together like so many random thoughts to form a path. Bubbles have membranes and membranes allow for the passage of things, ideas, beliefs or events. Back up a bit and...
The sextet of gospel singers had just finished singing a stirring rendition of "Are you walking with Jesus?" ... then for exactly two seconds all lighting was extinguished, plunging the entire area into total darkness. After the two seconds of pitch blackness, colored floodlights came on one at a time, illuminating three foot diameter circles in radiant reds, blues and greens. The reverend Earnest Bishop bound from behind floor to ceiling dark purple velvet drapes onto the makeshift dais,...
What makes a man a man? That’s a question I hear often in the Black community. I was born in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, to Haitian immigrant parents. Jacques Etienne is the name. I’m twenty two years old, and recently graduated from Northeastern University with my MBA. I previously acquired my bachelor’s degree in accounting from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. Black, male and educated. That’s me. I’m the brother you never hear about. The one who doesn’t walk around with his...
“Hey Alice!” Heather, the new editor shouted across the office, “You like that singer… Hank Brooklyn, don’t you?” I looked up from my PC smiled and nodded in her direction. “You can have this if you want,” she continued shouting, “It’s just come in the post.” Heather was waving a CD and what looked like a T-Shirt in the air for me and everyone else to see. I saved my article on a new gardening centre and walked to the other end of the local newspaper office that I worked...
This is an embellished true story of mine. A few months after that fateful party I was going through some major changes in my life. I could not stop thinking about her, the feel of skin, her thighs around my head and the taste of her body. I began seeing people around me, those I had known for years completely differently. My school boy crush was now long dead and any thought of trying to get a date with him was forgotten about. The problem then became who was I to crush on next? This dilema...
Chapter 02 explains Nicole's empathy power, and some of Taylor's astral power works. How that works exactly will depend on how the vote comes out. Chapter 03 begins laying out the ground rules for their life together. Soul Mates 2-3: Who's Home? By Ron Dow75 2: Nastasia, Buddy, and Stacy The astral body of Nicole hugged the astral body of her Mom, "You can see me; and best of all, you can hear me!" The confused ghost woman returned the affection. 'Yes, I can. Now, can...
HumorSoul Mates 8-9: Just Remember Who This Body Belongs To! By Ron Dow75 8: Not Even a Pinocchio She had the perfect girl-next-door body, well proportioned, 5 feet 5, 34C-23-33, and her face was very pretty without being dramatically beautiful, hair dark brown, eyes light brown. And that body was being held by the strong but gentle hands of one of the handsomest boys around. There, out where everybody driving into the Wellington High parking lot could see. The problem was...
HumorTuesday morning I wake up at my regular time and head out on my mountain run to think. Friday is our last basket ball game of the season and even if we wjn the game there are no playoffs or tournaments. The season is over after Friday, however track practices starts in two weeks and I need to be in the best shape possible. The most important thing I need to think about is Emily and her dad. I now know the connection and why their stories are similar. Watching over me? Leading my church? Soul...
Four years ago... “Get up!” Eve and I look up to see our new foster mother glaring at us. Mrs. James is a short fat lady and her husband is a tall and skinny guy. We are in another foster home. It is a small home with a basement. We are in a small basement room with no windows. The James’ keep us locked in this room at night. There are many other foster kids here in the house as well. “You, go upstairs and wait for the other children, eat and go to school,” Mrs. James orders pointing at...
Monday Morning, Cindy and I get off the bus and head into school. The rest of the weekend went without incident. Cindy told mom, dad and I what happened Saturday night. Apparently, Megan’s boyfriend disappeared. Megan went looking for him and found him in Amy’s room with Amy having sex. Megan ran out into the front yard and started crying. After getting dressed, Greg followed her out, where she started yelling at him. Apparently, someone had called the police, because they pulled up as Greg...
You're psyching yourself up outside The Names Office, pacing back and forth. Your 22nd birthday just passed and you told no one you had decided to go and find out whether you have a soulmate or not. Hell you never thought of coming here either. Having a soulmate was never a big deal for you. Sure your parents are soulmates and a couple of your friends has found their soulmates. But it never really dawned on you until you were at your birthday party and the topic of soulmates came up....
RomanceLightning flashed brightly out the window immediately followed by a booming clap of thunder as the lights flickered briefly. Roger, Miranda, and Julie all jumped in unison at the interruption which jarringly brought them back to the present. Julie's story had seemed to have cast a spell on all three of them, Roger and Miranda had become just as entranced in listening to it as Julie had been in telling it. The lightning and thunder had broken them all out of that spell. Miranda seemed...
I awoke to a faint clanking noise. It was my maid — Melanie, I think — taking the tray off my desk. She smiled apologetically for waking me. I just smile and told her that I was happy to wake up. I had had such a wonderful sleep. My weary bones and sore muscles were refreshed and aching to move. I wanted to walk, everywhere. I couldn’t help but romanticize the idea of just endlessly walking around and exploring this country, but, winter might pose a bit of a problem with that. Melanie left my...
I was no virgin. No amateur at this. I knew what I was doing. I may only be young but I knew damn well what to do. Knew how to pleasure myself and turn others on in the process. I looked into Joe’s eyes, saw lust and pleasure. He’d already cum twice, yet he still had a boner and was going for it again. I knew instantly he wouldn’t mind. So I laid back down and shoved the brush into myself. Pleasure and pain hit me simultaneously. I began to thrust the handle of the brush into...
It had been a while since I had seen you and the eagerness grew as did my passion and desires for you. We had made plans to meet and quench this fire that burned inside of me. You had mentioned that you too had been thinking of me and wanting to have me once more. I wanted you so badly that I did not care where or when as long as we could be together again and make love with the heat and passion that burned inside my soul. The weather was getting chilly so our normal spot was out of the...
She rolled over stretching her arms out as the sun peaked through the blinds casting warm light over the bed. She opened her eyes and smiled as she saw him lying there beside her. Her eyes studied every curve of his face, the fullness of his sexy lips and his long lashes that lay rested against his face. She cuddled up to him taking in his smell, feeling the warmth of his body. She was amazed how something as simple as the smell of him and the touch of his skin could make her feel more safe and...
‘Oh, how nice to see you here,’ said a female voice. I looked round in surprise to see a woman apparently pinned against the wall by a leering young guy dressed like a derelict gypsy. I was at an art preview and had I been wandering around somewhat apathetically with a glass of lousy champagne in my hand. I was only there because a friend of mine, Ted, was exhibiting, and the works on display were of about the same quality as the champagne. I was wondering what I could say to him that...
Smirking at the title, you decide to play the latest Soul Caliber game. As the system boots, you take a moment to wonder at how drawn out this series has become. 30 games without a reboot! Your grandparents played the original when they were younger than you! Of course, the basic premise never really deviated much. Beat the crap out of a friend and gloat afterwards. But you'd heard these last few were really making use of current tech, acting more like simulations than simple fighting games....
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The soul jar was a weapon of war. With its power, one could raise an army simply by taking the will of thousands of people, and telling them to follow your every command. One can return wills with it, but without any form of consequence or punishment from the people under his or her influence. One day, a noble thief stole it, took it to a mountaintop, and flung it as far as he could. Now, over a decade later, you find it after killing a mountain goat for food.
Mind ControlYou wake up in a forest, the last thing you remember is playing Soul Calibur 4 when there was this flash of light. "Where am I ?" You get up and look around seeing nothing but trees. You decide to walk through the forest to see if you can find out were you are. As you are walking you come across a pond and look down to see your reflection.
Soul Mates 4: This Is Mr. Right? By Ron Dow75 Out in the second story roofed porch that ran around the riverside Duchamps' house: The ghost of Taylor Estes (wearing just a bathrobe) cried in frustration at the girl sitting in front of him, "How can I have empathy for a vampire!" "Vampire?" Nicole Getty asked. She was pretty brunette in an oxford shirt, and a short denim skirt with quilt details of butterflies made from heart-shapes. Her bare legs were crossed, now. 'You...
HumorSoul Mates 6-7: A Black Top Mood By Ron Dow75 6) The Push-up Bra, Funk, and Wagnell In the driver's seat, Nicole's mom said, "Don't slouch." The seventeen-year-old in the white windbreaker with the rainbow up the middle of the front and down the sleeves next to her, hunched over with a shoulder and hEr hands against the safety strap, grumped, "I'm not slouching. I'm protecting these..." and made the minimum head dip to the things shE wished shE didn't have to refer...
HumorSubtitle: The Strange Duet Part II Her door tended to slam so I put my hand out to guide it to a silent closing. "Who the fuck are you?!? And what were you doing in my girlfriend's apartment?" For easily the hundredth time, I wished she had fallen for someone lower in the instep and vocal range. I rested my forehead against the door; the music from the other side was almost out of my reach. "Answer my question, asshole! What the fuck were you doing in there?" I turned until the...
The weather had turned as solemn as Karen's and Elisabeth's mood during the drive to Magnesia Springs. The sun disappeared behind dark ominous clouds giving the world a gray dull appearance that took the warmth out of the land and out of the heart. A light mist began to fall, and Karen switched on the wiper blades. She glanced into the rear view mirror and saw the big white Cadillac following several car lengths behind. She became aware of her breathing and was surprised at how nervous she...
After an hour drive, I’m taken out of the van and led into a large building and into a large reception area. I’m told to sit down and wait, while one of the guys that dragged me away from my life sits beside me. After a while, an older lady, that I have seen before walks out of the office and tells me to come inside. I walk in the office and sit down. I see an Asian lady standing on the other side of the office. She is short around 5’5”, 120 pounds, B cups, and long black hair. She is...
I see Jacob smile through the rearview mirror. He is silent and doesn’t introduce me to anyone. I cringe as he turns into my neighborhood and the driveway to my house. Wait! How does he know where I live? “Not now Joseph, but soon,” Jacob says. I get out of the car as Jacob gets out also. “We have to follow what is written in the gospel. When it is time, I will let you know. In the mean time I will watch over you while my daughter awaits her soul mate and to be by your side.” We are half way...
Something was coming, she could feel it. Ariel Starr stood up, scared yet ready to confront whatever it was waiting outside for her. The loud bang at the door made her heart jump. She had no idea what was going on outside and the yelling she had heard downstairs had her nearly paralyzed with anxiety. J-Mac, her new boss and famous rap sensation had simply put the gun on the magnificent CEO desk, then told her to use it if necessary, before locking her inside the state of the art studio. ...
* Eric Soul can’t wait to marry his fiancee, a talented R&B singer from Brooklyn. But when she mysteriously vanishes, Eric has absolutely no time to lose, before she falls into the arms of another, forever. * In the master bedroom of a high-rise condo, an explosive allegation had been revealed to Ariel Starr, a gorgeous, rising star of an R & B singer, recently signed to Hype Entertainment. Up until this moment, she had had it all- talent, world-class beauty, support and a loving fiancée. One...
by: Discreet Lover Copyright 2012 Her soft lips touched mine as we kissed. The smell of her perfume filled my nose as we embraced. It always amazed me just how well she fit against me. She must've been placed on this earth just for me. All too soon the hug ended and she pulled away. Her pretty face was lite up with a bright smile as she chatted about her day. How she had aced a test she had been certain she'd fail. How her coach had made them run suicides because the team couldn't...
by: Discreet Lover Copyright 2012 Her soft lips touched mine as we kissed. The smell of her perfume filled my nose as we embraced. It always amazed me just how well she fit against me. She must've been placed on this earth just for me. All too soon the hug ended and she pulled away. Her pretty face was lite up with a bright smile as she chatted about her day. How she had aced a test she had been certain she'd fail. How her coach had made them run suicides because the team couldn't...
The year was 1406, and Trenian was in the throes of making love to the beautiful Esmerelda. Trenian never thought he, the second son of a poor farmer, would have such a beautiful, rich woman as a lover and potential wife. He had instantly been attracted to her, he loved the way her brown-gold curls cascaded down her head and the way her green eyes pierced his soul. The way her slender body looked in her extravagant dress was enough to send Trenian back to the barn to jerk off in the company of...
The year was 1406, and Trenian was in the throes of making love to the beautiful Esmerelda. Trenian never thought he, the second son of a poor farmer, would have such a beautiful, rich woman as a lover and potential wife. He had instantly been attracted to her, he loved the way her brown-gold curls cascaded down her head and the way her green eyes pierced his soul. The way her slender body looked in her extravagant dress was enough to send Trenian back to the barn to jerk off in the company of...
SupernaturalThe year was 1406, and Trenian was in the throes of making love to the beautiful Esmerelda. Trenian never thought he, the second son of a poor farmer, would have such a beautiful, rich woman as a lover and potential wife. He had instantly been attracted to her, he loved the way her brown-gold curls cascaded down her head and the way her green eyes pierced his soul. The way her slender body looked in her extravagant dress was enough to send Trenian back to the barn to jerk off in the company...
It was a slightly cloudy day as i walked along the sidewalk on my way home after another slow 8 hour work day. My name is harley walker , I'm a 25 years old other and been single for the last 10 years. After getting home, having shower and getting charged into some comfortable clothes, i sat down to watch my favorite show. As the show starts i spot the heart shaped dark green stone i brought home from a camping trip with my friends. It was my long time friend sam that found it and give it to my...
RomanceSOULMATESChapter 1While paging through blogs on my favorite BDSM website, I came across one by a man, who claimed to have a slow-witted wife that he’d ?bought? 3 years earlier, and how much he enjoyed making her life miserable. Since he had mentioned his county and state, I knew we couldn’t be more than 25 or 30 miles apart. Fascinated with the idea of mixing things up, I wrote him immediately, and pulled no punches.?Hi, A.P. I read your blog with great interest. I am currently the...
In the main, brunch proceeded without further incident. Several more of Greg's friends and acquaintances came by to say hello. Greg introduced them to Megan, but she knew that she'd never remember their names. The men all professed to be envious of Greg. One woman, a plump blonde with red cheeks, rhapsodized over Megan's complexion and figure. "Honey," she said, "I wouldn't just kill to look like you. I'd even consider becoming a mass murderer." After the spate of visitors, Greg...
His name was Mark Fagan and he had dreamed of a woman for months, every night he dreamt of the same woman. He had never seen her in his real life but knew she was his soulmate. He did not even know her in any way but felt she was near. He only knew that her first name was Rose, and her beauty was like that of a Rose. He tried to stay in dream land as much as possible so he could be with her. In another part of town She was dreaming of him, she only knew his name was Mark, she had dreamt of him...
I watched, amused, while a huffy, red faced Ms. Whitecliff marched out of Mr. Morrison’s office. She walked with her nose up in the air and with perfect posture, like she had had a poker permanently planted up her ass. Looking completely livid, she turned to me and scathingly declared, ‘I cannot and will not work with that man. I don’t care how much he pays. I will not do it. You will just have to find someone else. Goodbye’ I watched her attempt to slam the door after her, on her way out,...
New York, New York Wednesday morning, and already I was counting down the hours until Friday. I had so many things to do before Friday though, that any enthusiasm for the weekend was quickly and completely squelched. I looked through all the letters, memos and mail that Mr.M had left on my desk before I attacked the phone messages. Before I was able to finish writing down the phone number for a Ms. Whitecliff, the caller of the last message on the machine, I heard Mr. Morrison’s voice hollowly...
Peregrination I awoke to my alarm at 5:45am, on December 21st, and leapt out of my bed with an excited giggle. In ten hours I would be driving to a historic chateau in the French countryside. I quickly showered and ate a small breakfast before attacking my, new, daily beauty routine. Deborah had hammered into me how important my appearance was, now that I was going to be seen, in France, with Mr. Morrison. My new routine included daily grooming (plucking, shaving, etc.), face scrub or peel,...
As we toasted marshmallows to make s’mores, it was only natural that we told each other ghost stories—some from when we were kids, some we had heard over the years. The random unexpected events in those spooky tales were not unlike what had led us to that campfire.I had met Julia some twenty years earlier when she was sleeping with a friend of mine. By the time they broke up, I had moved to another part of the country, but we had kept in touch ever since. Although we enjoyed each other’s...
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