Husbans First Blow Job
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On October 25, 2003, I was left at the altar. Not literally, of course. My fiancé, Brad, was kind enough to telephone me the evening before and inform me that the wedding we'd been planning for over a year was not going to happen.
"I'm sorry, Casey. I just can't do it," he whined.
I was shocked, of course, and speechless. Since I said nothing, Brad continued.
"I'm so, so sorry. I think you're a wonderful girl, and I only want the best for you in life. I hope you know that."
Still, I said nothing, and he kept going.
"I know you're probably mad at me now, but I hope with time we can become friends again."
"What?" I finally gasped. "What are you talking about, Brad?"
"Uh. Look, I know this is hard for you. I know you have a lot invested in this thing."
"This THING? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Here's where I turned into Bridezilla. "This THING is our wedding, you asshole! I have spent the last year planning and making arrangements. I've spent hours and hours of my time and every dime I had—oh my God! Do you realize how much money we're going to lose?"
"W-well, um, I was actually hoping I could get some of that back..."
"WHAT?" I screamed. "Are you kidding me?"
My voice echoed in my head, and from somewhere another voice, another calmer, more rational Casey was telling me to stop screaming and think.
"No. I ... I think I deserve some of it back. It's my money."
"No, Brad. Fuck you." He was only worried about the money? "It's too late.'
"Well, what about from the gifts? Won't you return the gifts?"
I hung up on him then, shaking with rage, but didn't cry until five minutes later, when I called my mom. I opened my mouth to tell her what happened, but the words wouldn't come. She and my sister came over right away. Mom made coffee, and we all made phone calls. I didn't allow sympathy from anyone, saying I had a million calls to make and that I'd be in touch later. Three hundred guests and a few hours later, we all sat on my couch exhausted.
The florist, caterer, reception hall, and minister had been contacted, but I wasn't able to reach anyone at the travel agency where we'd booked the honeymoon. It was after 10 p.m. by then, and I announced I'd have to call them in the morning.
"Wait a minute, Case," said my sister, Amber. "I think you should go anyway."
"To New Orleans? Oh, I couldn't do that."
"You should go, honey," Mom agreed. "You've already got the time off from work, and what will you do here anyway? People will be calling. That little twit will be hounding you for money. You should get away and try to enjoy yourself. It might turn out to be a good thing."
So I did.
Two days later, I found myself in a room at the Place D'Armes Hotel. We'd specifically chosen the hotel for its charming and casual atmosphere, not to mention its location in the French Quarter. I was at a loss as I stood on the balcony overlooking a lovely courtyard. The excitement was over, and I was finally alone. All alone. I leaned on the ivy-covered wrought-iron railing, unsure of what to do next. I had nearly a week in this amazing city to get my head together and figure out what to do with the rest of my life. Tears stung my eyes, but I was tired of crying. I decided to take a walk and find someplace to eat.
Having never been to New Orleans before, I'd researched this trip for months, poring over maps and pictures on the Internet and guidebooks. I figured I'd be able to find my way around. Actually being there was different though, so, armed with a small map and guidebook in my purse, I set off.
Strolling down Decatur Street, I let the sights and sounds of the Big Easy envelope me. The very air there was so different from home. It was heavier, more sensuous, pregnant with foreign sounds and scents of humanity and food and the sea. I stopped outside the Café Maspero and peered through the open French doors at the diners inside. The guidebook said the café was known for its homemade soups and overstuffed sandwiches, both of which sounded wonderful to me, so I stepped inside.
The tantalizing scent of food nearly caused me to faint. I hadn't realized how hungry I was; could not remember when I had last eaten. In spite of a long line, I was surprised to be seated rather quickly. I am one of those people who is exceedingly uncomfortable dining alone in a restaurant and pretended to immerse myself in my guidebook while I waited for my food. When it arrived, my face must have shown my astonishment at the size of the portions, because the waitress laughed and patted me on the shoulder and then refilled my iced tea glass.
I was just tearing in into the second half of my enormous sandwich and licking my fingers, when I noticed a man watching me. He sat back in his chair, legs crossed, and held a pale gray fedora with one hand over his knee. His dark eyes squinted at me through the haze of smoke from his thin cigar, and when he saw me returning his stare, he inclined his head slightly and winked. The light shown on his slicked-back dark hair, and his eyes seemed to twinkle and dance with amusement. A pencil-thin mustache sat atop full sensuous lips that curled up at one side into a sardonic grin. He was wearing a gray pinstripe suit, which seemed rather formal for the casual eatery, but appeared, nonetheless, timeless in this place.
Having been entirely engrossed in my food, I felt sure my table manners had flown out into the sultry night. My cheeks flamed, and I lowered my head, returned the sandwich to my plate, and wiped my hands and mouth carefully on my napkin. I tried looking everywhere except at the man for a few moments, but I needn't have bothered, because when I looked back in his direction, he was gone. A young couple were seating themselves at his table, and no trace of the man remained. Scanning the crowd for him, I realized I felt a bit disappointed. Though horrified that he'd caught me gobbling my food with abandon, I felt he hadn't been put off by my lack of grace. On the contrary, he had seemed interested¬¬? ¬Odd. Had I imagined it? I'd always fancied myself ordinary and plain, with my mousy brown hair and nondescript features. In an odd way, Brad had endorsed my opinion of myself or, at least, never refuted it. So, this unexpected attention from such a handsome man induced a giddiness in me that I hadn't felt in a long, long time.
Laughing at my own silliness, I finished my food and drained my glass. Feeling a whole lot better than before my meal, I paid my check and returned to the voluptuous New Orleans evening. I felt revived and almost buoyant as I sauntered along Toulouse Street and turned on to Chartres. To my delight, horse-drawn carriages clopped along the street, and I imagined people walking along that same street a hundred years ago. In fact, time seemed to pause and mix and weave itself together in such a way that I seemed to be walking in the past, as well as the present. More silliness, I thought.
The low roar of people and music beckoned to me from Bourbon Street, but I wasn't in the mood for crowds. As I reached Jackson Square, the lonely, soulful singing of a saxophone wrapped itself around me like smoky silk, pulling me toward it. Mesmerized, I walked into the park and found the source of the music. A man with dreadlocks stood weaving and gyrating as he played, his silver saxophone glinting in the streetlights. The case from his instrument stood open before him, and a small crowd had gathered round. The mellow notes seemed to tell a story of life—love and sex, people, friends, happiness, grief, more love, and more sex. A young woman danced and swayed to the music, her diaphanous skirt floating and swirling about her long legs. She seemed the embodiment of the melody itself. I envied her the freedom of movement and lack of inhibition and almost wished I could join her.
The song ended on a long, tremulous note, and the little crowd applauded and tossed money into the musician's case. I fished a few bills from my purse, adding them to the take, and was rewarded with a warm smile.
"Thank you," I murmured, smiling myself.
"My pleasure, chère. And thank you."
Happiness and light accompanied me like unseen friends on the walk back to the hotel. This was new, this feeling of contentment in my own company. I didn't feel alone at all. A nearly tangible presence wrapped me in its arms and held me up. It made me feel protected and almost, well, loved. It made me feel like I'd be alright. It made me feel peace for the first time in a long while.
I sat in the wicker chair on my little balcony and listened to the night sounds of the city. Brad intruded on my thoughts. He never had explained why he called off the wedding. The wedding. The huge loss crushed my heart with its weight. I'd been dreaming of my wedding ever since I was a little girl. My mother had been in the dressing room as I tried on wedding gowns all those months ago. She'd cried as she fastened scores of tiny pearl buttons down the back of the dress. I'd been planning on something more plain, but my mother's tears had convinced me this was the one. I'd never get to wear it now. It still hung, still covered in plastic, from a plant hook in the corner of my living room.
The creamy satin shoes, the dainty veil, the wedding bands, the special wedding night lingerie—all wasted. Hot tears coursed down my face at the loss. I was thirty-four years old and truly felt like an old maid. I thought about the "belonging" wearing my engagement ring had always afforded me. I thought about the babies I might have had and the beautiful home I might have kept, and their loss hurt most of all.
Then I realized something. I didn't miss Brad at all. Not a bit. He'd been cranky and petulant for the past few weeks, refusing to help me with anything. I wasn't sure at that point if I even liked him. But I had loved him, right? We'd had fun together, certainly, in the beginning. After a while, we became habit, I supposed. I remembered reading a magazine article that said a woman's chances of marrying after reaching the age of thirty decreased considerably. Had I been afraid I'd never find anyone else? I wiped my tears away with my hands and considered the possibility. I wanted babies, and time was running out. It seemed important to have them before I turned forty. Was Brad simply a means to an end for me? The thought was startling and not altogether flattering.
As I turned to go back into my room and get ready for bed, a tiny orange glow from the courtyard below caught my eye. Someone smoking, I thought. It was dark, and I couldn't make out a person there. I shivered and closed the door, locked it, and pulled the shades.
That night I had the most incredibly erotic dream. I don't think I remember all of it, and what I do remember are just impressions—what I felt, what I heard. It started with kissing, my lips tingling and parting, a warm, wet tongue probing my mouth, tasting and smelling of the sea, the clean sea air. The mouth, an extension of my own mouth, a part of me, recognized, cherished, ravaged me, took my soul and made it soar. It licked and kissed and sucked my neck, while large, warm hands stroked my body to a fevered pitch. I tried to open my eyes to see this dream lover, but they were stuck closed tight. Hands cupped my breasts, pinching the titillated nipples, rolling them between fingers and thumb, squeezing and kneading, as all the while, that hot mouth consumed my neck and lips.
Those lips traveled down my neck to my chest, the tongue swirling the skin along the way, leaving a wet trail, then closing around a nipple. I tried to touch the face, hold the head against me, but my arms wouldn't move, were, in fact, leaden. The hands had stroked their way down to my hips, and I heard myself moan when fingers grazed along my wet slit, sliding up and down, spreading my juices over my lips, again and again. The hands pushed my thighs wide apart, and long fingers slid into me, stroking into my channel, the whole hand seeming to slip inside me, heating a path to my womb. I was gasping by then, and a sudden violent orgasm overtook me. As my body shuddered and jerked, the hands and lips never ceased their movement.
As I climaxed, the mouth suddenly covered my pussy, drinking my essence, while the fingers continued to move inside me, pressing upward, finding my sweet spot. While the mouth closed around my clit and sucked it inside, the tongue rubbed it, the fingers fucked me, and I came again and again, panting and moaning, and possibly even screaming at some point.
I awakened briefly, my naked body drenched with sweat, my limbs still leaden and exhausted, the damp sheet twisted around my legs. I fell asleep again almost immediately, and the mouth found my lips once more with a deep, lingering kiss and then was gone.
When I woke next, pale gray light filtered into the room. I was lying sprawled on my stomach, my skin cold to the touch. Reaching to pull the covers over me, I winced as dozens of little aches assaulted my body. I felt as if I'd spent the entire night having wild sex. It was just a dream, Casey, I thought. Just a dream. I reached a hand down between my legs to touch my sex. It was still very wet and slightly sore. I swallowed, and my dry throat felt sore, as well.
I lay there for a long time, trying to go back to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. A warm shower eased the aches from my body and refreshed me. I dressed and walked to the Café du Monde for some of their famous beignets and a cup of café au lait. The powdered-sugar-covered pastry was delightfully fragrant of cinnamon and seemed to melt on my tongue, and the creamy coffee was a perfect complement. I opened my guidebook on the bar and tentatively planned my day.
That's when I saw him again. The man from the restaurant the night before. Only this time he was wearing a cream-colored double-breasted suit. He was sitting at the bar drinking a cup of coffee, which he raised toward me, as if toasting, and he smiled and inclined his head, just as he had before. I smiled back and watched his smile grow wider and two dimples crease his cheeks. Lord, he was handsome. The way he looked at me brought to mind a line from Gone With the Wind, when Scarlett, referring to Rhett, says, "He looks as if he knows what I look like without my shimmy!" Goodness, being in this city certainly was bringing out the fanciful thoughts. Scarlett O'Hara, indeed.
But wait. Hadn't Scarlett and Rhett gone to New Orleans for their honeymoon? I giggled at the thought and then realized the man was gone again. I caught a glimpse of his back as he headed for the door. Then he disappeared. With a sigh, I gathered my belongings and headed out as well.
I spent my day meandering through the French Market, buying small souvenirs and t-shirts for my nieces and nephews. The heat and humidity seemed oppressive as I walked along the Moon Walk beside the Mississippi River. It seemed there were happy couples everywhere, sitting on benches, sauntering along hand in hand, standing close together gazing out at the sparkling water. They were everywhere, mocking me. I was supposed to be on my honeymoon. Again, I realized it wasn't Brad I was missing, but the companionship, a sense of belonging.
This trip was beginning to seem like a bad idea. I wasn't enjoying wandering around by myself, and I certainly didn't relish the idea of barhopping on Bourbon Street alone. New Orleans had been Brad's idea anyway. He'd wanted to be there over Halloween, saying it would be almost like Mardi Gras. This was his trip. I wondered if I should just go home. Home. It suddenly sounded wonderful. Back to the cooler air and familiar faces. People who cared.
I returned to the hotel early, having completely given up on enjoying my trip, with homesickness close on my heels. After a long shower and a good cry, I watched TV for a while, and then lay in bed listening to the faint night sounds of the French Quarter.
My dream lover returned to my bed that night, this time holding me in his arms, and I could actually feel the warmth of his body, hear the beating of his heart. I felt the faint, whiskery burn on my chin and lips and cheeks as he kissed me. Warm, plump lips kissed my cheek and then pressed lightly against my ear, his hot breath bathing me in goose bumps.
"Don't go," he whispered. "Please don't go."
Wrapping my arms and legs around his body, I surrendered completely to him, opening myself, pulling him in, reveling in him, returning his kisses, matching his ardor. It seemed to go on forever. He was not a creature of mists and dreams, but a being of substance and life. The mattress shifted when he moved, and his weight crushed me into it. His breath warmed me as he held me against his chest afterward.
When I awoke a seemingly short time later, it was light, and he was gone. I sat up and looked around, feeling bereft. The t-shirt and panties I had worn to bed were laying on the floor. Again, the delicious ache of lust, of being used and fucked and loved, assaulted my body. I rose and padded into the bathroom to examine myself in the large mirror. My lips were puffy and red, my skin flushed, and there appeared to be a faint love bite over my left breast. My fingers chafed over it, as if to erase it, but the vague purplish shadow remained.
"You're losing it kid," I said to my reflection.
I returned to the Café du Monde that morning, my craving for beignets overruling my desire to experience different restaurants. I even lingered over a second cup of café au lait, mulling over the night before. My dream lover's plea had convinced me to stay in New Orleans, at least for a day or two longer. I knew it was crazy, but somehow I had the feeling he wouldn't come to me at home. Somehow, I knew he was of this place. I wished he would let me see him. Maybe tonight.
Having decided it would be good for me to spend more time with people, not to mention wanting to escape the oppressive heat, I spent the morning touring the Aquarium of the Americas. It was, indeed, cool inside, and there is something therapeutic and cooling about watching fish and other sea creatures, as well. The children there delighted me with their wonder and enchantment with the strange ocean beings.
As I exited the building, there he was again. The man, sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper. Goosebumps sprang out on my arms. This was getting creepy. Strange, how welcome attention can become menacing in the blink of an eye. How did he always seem to be where I was? It was getting to be too much of a coincidence. I needed to confront him. Just as I moved toward him, a crowd of schoolchildren, obviously on a field trip, crossed in front of me, the adults with their group herding and calling to them to stay together and keep their hands to themselves. I couldn't get through, and by the time I reached the bench, the man had vanished. Again.
Troubling thoughts filled my mind. I couldn't imagine why anyone would be following me or what this guy could want. Nevertheless, I pressed on, filling my day with activity by exploring a couple of museums, followed by dinner at my hotel restaurant. I was tired after being on my feet all day, and after a shower, retired early and fell asleep almost instantly.
A sweet, acrid odor ticked my nose and awakened me some time later. Cigar smoke. I'd been sleeping so soundly, it took me a minute to orient myself and realize the smell was out of place. Sitting up, I pushed my hair out of my face, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked around. The door to my little balcony was open. I was sure I'd closed it. The smoke was wafting in through the doorway, curlicues circling and lifting on the light breeze. Annoyed, I marched over to the door to close it and realized with a start that someone was sitting there in the wicker chair right outside my room. I shrieked and clapped both hands over my mouth, as the person stood and turned to look at me.
It was him! The man. This time in shirtsleeves, his collar open. He turned and pitched the cigar over the railing and stepped into the room. His lips curled into that same cynical grin as his eyes raked over my naked legs, t-shirt, and untethered breasts.
"¬Bonsoir, chère," he murmured.
"My God. Who are you?" I asked, voice shaking.
"Remy Delacroix."
His smile grew wider, the dimples I remembered deepening, as he extended his hand to me.
I ignored the hand, keeping my arms folded across my breasts, my hands tucked into my armpits.
"How did you get in here?"
Remy threw his head back and laughed, a deep rich laugh, and waved his hand back toward the door.
"You brought me here."
"N-no, I didn't," I stammered.
"You did, chère," he explained. "You called to me across time and space to come to you."
As Remy took a step toward me, I took a step backward and snapped, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Holding up both hands, as if to surrender, to show me he meant no harm, Remy stepped back and then simply stood there with his head cocked to one side, staring into my eyes. He let his hands fall back to his sides.
My shaking had become unbearable, my entire body quaking with the effort to control it and to breathe. I watched his expression change from amusement to concern as tears filled my eyes and spilled over onto my cheeks. I didn't know why I was crying.
Remy's eyes seemed to take on a liquid quality of their own, and he reached out a hand to me once more, his mouth moving as if to offer me comfort.
"No!" I spouted, holding my own hands up to ward him off before he could speak. "You have to get out. Please, just go."
His eyebrows lifted, and the cocky smile curved his lips once more.
"Comme tu veux, " he said, and turning on his heel, strode quickly back across the room and out the balcony door.
"Wait," I called. "You have to go out the other door."
Silence.
I ran to the balcony. He was gone. Thinking he might have fallen or jumped over the railing, I leaned way over and peered through the darkness. Nothing. No movement and no sound. Perplexed, I looked around the balcony for a place he could hide. Nothing.
Feeling slightly sick, I darted over to the phone and dialed the front desk. I explained there'd been a man in my room, and he'd apparently gone over the balcony railing. A hotel security guard came up and examined my room and balcony, while another checked the courtyard below and the outside of the building with a flashlight. He tested the locks on the doors and pronounced them secure.
"Is it possible you might've dreamed this, ma'am?" he asked.
"N-no. Of course not. I talked to him. I smelled cigar smoke."
"There's no sign of forced entry, no sign outside of anyone having fallen." He shrugged. "I don't know what else we can do."
"Oh, so, you think I imagined it."
He shrugged and smiled.
"It's possible, but sometimes strange things happen here that can't be explained. Either way, I think you're safe. Call us if anything else happens."
It took me a long time to fall back into a fitful sleep. My dream lover did not come.
The gray light of dawn was seeping into the room when I awoke, headachy and thirsty. Sitting up, I rubbed my hands around and over my face. That man, Remy, had been in my room. Then he'd disappeared over the balcony railing. What the hell was going on? He must be nuts. Delusional. He said I'd called to him. What did that mean? He hadn't seemed to want to harm me, and when I'd asked him to leave, he'd gone. Still. It was creepy. I wondered if I should go to the police.
Throwing back the covers, I shivered in the air conditioning. I turned it down and stepped out onto the balcony. My neck tingled as I looked over the edge. The walkway was clean, the grass still manicured, the bushes still perfect, and the trees still hung with moss, just as they'd all been before. A fat calico cat meandered across the walkway toward the aquamarine glow of the pool. There was no fire escape ladder and no way a person could reach another balcony from mine. No trees were close enough either.
Maybe I was the delusional one. Maybe I was going nuts. Maybe all the stress had finally caught up with me.
"Oh, no," I gasped and plopped down in the wicker chair.
As if things weren't eerie enough, I remembered just then that I'd arranged to participate in a Halloween Voodoo tour of the French Quarter the day before. Yesterday it had sounded like fun, especially being part of a group. Today, however, I wished I could cancel. I'd already paid though. Great.
"God, Casey," I whispered, thinking I'd better find someone else to talk to before talking to myself became habit.
Beignets and café au lait. I grinned. That's what I needed. It was a good thing I'd be leaving in a couple days. If I stayed there, I'd end up big as a house. A big, fat lunatic who wandered around talking to herself, I thought, giggling.
After breakfast, I went down to the Moon Walk, where the tour bus was boarding. The group of tourists chattered excitedly amongst themselves in the late morning sunshine. My longish, flowing sundress and sandals and wide-brimmed straw hat seemed out of place with their t-shirts and shorts and sun visors. Donning my sunglasses, I sighed and stared out the window as the French Quarter whizzed by.
St. Louis Cemetery #1 was our first stop. As we disembarked the bus, our tour guide stressed the importance of everyone staying with the group. To illustrate his point, he read aloud the warning posted at the entrance.
VISITORS ARE WELCOME BUT VISIT THESE
PREMISES AT THEIR OWN RISK. NO
SECURITY NOR GUARDS ARE PROVIDED AND
THE NEW ORLEANS ARCHDIOCESAN CEMETERIES
DISCLAIMS RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE PERSONAL
SAFETY OF VISTORS AND THEIR PROPERTY.
Shivering despite the heat, I wondered if we were being warned against the living or the dead. The spooky feeling had remained with me and seemed to shadow the hazy sunshine.
As we entered the cemetery, the tour guide explained that New Orleans cemeteries were often referred to as "Cities of the Dead," as below-ground burial was not possible there due to the water table. The dead are interred in crypts that do, indeed, resemble miniature houses, their architecture mimicking the style of New Orleans at large. The crypts are arranged in lanes, and some are even surrounded by ironwork fences.
The group meandered along, twittering and occasionally elbowing each other, as the guide spoke in his spooky Vincent Price voice of the ghosts that supposedly walked the alleys of St. Louis #1. They all seemed enchanted with him, but, frankly, he was beginning to annoy me.
We came to a stop in front of a rather nondescript, small white building that the guide touted as the tomb of Marie Laveau, New Orleans' most famous Voodoo queen. Her crypt was marked all over with X's and crosses, which, the guide explained, people carved into the stone walls for luck. The doorway was littered with "gifts" for the queen; candles, bottles of water, beads, dried beans, herbs, flowers, and bricks wrapped in tin foil. All supposedly brought believers good fortune.
"There is a legend, we're told," the guide deadpanned with arched brows, "that if you make a wish in front of Queen Marie's tomb, turn around three times, and then knock on her door three times, your wish will come true." The last few words were drawn out for emphasis.
The ladies in front of me twittered and giggled, their plastic skeleton and pumpkin and black cat earrings dancing, then blessed themselves and performed the ritual. Then they all burst out laughing and moved on with the rest of the group.
I sighed and dragged along behind, wishing I'd skipped this tour entirely. Just as I passed by the corner of Marie Laveau's tomb, I noticed an old woman crouched there, placing a flower on the little stoop. She hadn't been there before and startled me, the creepy feeling shivering down my back again, in spite of the warm, humid air. She looked up at me with a sweet smile, her eyes pale blue and milky in her ancient face.
"Have I frightened you?" she asked, pulling herself up with her cane and straightening her back.
I smiled back.
"Oh, no. Not really. I'm just a little spooked because of Halloween and being in a cemetery, and our tour guide..." I trailed off, not sure, really, what else to say.
A bead of sweat ran down my back and into the cleft of my buttocks.
"You seek the assistance of Queen Marie?" the old woman asked in her soft, melodic voice—not the voice of an old woman at all.
"Well, no. I just came on this bus tour," I stammered, pointing vaguely in the direction of my group, which was getting further away.
The woman shuffled forward and laid a hand on my arm. Her fingers felt cold, her skin papery, against my own overheated and clammy skin.
"I really need to stay with my group," I said, pulling away.
She seemed harmless, but the words on the sign at the cemetery entrance rang in my head, and the tour group seemed very far away. My mouth had become cotton dry, and I felt somewhat dizzy. I also felt silly, being spooked by an old lady.
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About halfway home, it occurred to me that we should make a detour. I told Kristen to change direction and take a different street. It was still in mostly the right direction so she didn't really think about it. When I told her to take a street heading away from our house, she asked where I wanted to stop. "Ker, follow my directions and drive safely, we need to broaden our horizons a bit." Her face flushed red which I've come to realize is her getting excited. Interestingly, she slowed...
Hello every buddy!I m rehan from islamabad.my age is 23 .my id is Today am going to share a true incident which happened to me. This is my third story. Today on the request of two of my very good friends (two sisters) from Islamabad Ill narrate my true incident in Urdu & English, which I already mailed them but they said its hot and very sexy one, so it should be online for everyone coz it will really make every one hot. So here it is just for you all sex lovers, on my friends request. Tu...
Previously on MAU - Slayers... Guided by a dream, the Slayers headed to Washington where they believed they would find an active MAU. Instead they have accidentally created copy of the person Faith used to be. MAU - Slayers - Getting To Know Yourself [This is meant to catch anyone up before the last few stories, think of it as a clip show with character development.] Jordan backed up against the MAU, "What the fuck is happening?" Buffy ran over to him, "What's the last...
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Dear Readers, I apologize for the delay of this chapter, however, please take into consideration that writing it, editing it, going over it again and finally submitting it takes time, sometimes longer than expected or wanted. That’s life. We can’t change that. So please be patient for the next chapters to submit. My editor is currently ill. This chapter was kindly edited by Mike. Great job. Thank you. ***** Wednesday at 3 pm the hired van picked Amanda, Kate and Todd up at the apartment...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. Chapter Three : The Partners Arrive By the time the evening came at the ‘Travellers’ Rest’, only four couples were there, Susan and George being the last of them. Three other couples had phoned to make their apologies. However, it would...
We were late in getting back from the concert. Cindy was tired but I had taken some speed so I was wired. We decided to stay at her place for the night since her parents were away. We were supposed to have the house to ourselves but as we pulled in I saw that her older brother's light was on. He must be home from school. We go in and head straight for her room. Cindy just gets into bed, clothes and all. I take my time and undress down to a tank and panties. I crawl into bed with her. I can't...
"Do you have a minute, sir?"It was Laura. Pete had just answered the doorbell Monday afternoon to find her there."Of course, Laura. Please come in."Laura was dressed in jeans and a turtleneck, as it was a bit chilly out. Pete figured she probably was just finished with classes for the day. He ushered her into the living room and towards a chair opposite the coffee table. He asked, "Can I get you something to drink?""No, thank you." She replied.Pete sat down and asked, "What brings you here...
SpankingAuthors Note: This is the final part of my novella "Mirror Mirror". If you've got this far you know what to expect - there's not a great deviation in my writing (XXX themes, magical TG and that sort of thing) but hopefully if you've got this far this means you enjoyed the other parts too. Please leave a review if you enjoyed it or have constructive criticism, or visit my Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/JockMcTafferty . Peace! MIRROR MIRROR PART 3 Brian quickly threw...
I’d never looked this good. At least, I thought I looked good. And from the appreciative look Charles gave me when I came out of the bathroom in my royal blue silk dress, he thought so too. ‘I’m going to have to keep a close eye on you tonight,’ Charles said. ‘Why’s that?’ I asked. ‘Every man in the place will want you. You look so sexy, Kelly.’ He nuzzled my neck. ‘If we didn’t have to leave soon, I’d rip that dress right off you.’ ‘You wouldn’t have to.’ ‘What do you have on...
Hello ISS readers, I received tons of emails after my first story. Thank you all for your lovely feedback. Your feedback inspired me to write second story. The story I am sharing today is a fiction story. I always fantasize having threesome with two of my best friends. So today I am sharing story of my fantasy. I bet your pants will get wet while reading my story. You can send me feedback on I am 23 year old bi-sexual from Surat. My best friends Vishal and Nilay are straight and they don’t...
Gay MaleAs you walk down the dimly lit street you look at Jasmine with her hair lightly moving in the summer breeze qnd she smiles at you, you turn away blushing. Jasmine walks you into the dimly lit shop and walks up to the girl at the counter and starts talking quietly. You look around and don't see any sign of merchendise or what the shop is for. When Jasmine finishes talking you follow her round the back of the counter to find a group of girls standing there waiting. You look at the floor...
TranssexualIntelligence and CuriosityI like knowing what turns you on and why. I enjoy giving pleasure whether that be with words or touch. What turns you on and why? Describe the feelings, physical or other?Exploring your bodyI get pleasure from taking my time and exploring every inch of a woman’s body. Running my hands slowly over your body, starting on the back side and moving to the front. I like knowing my touches are slowly getting you wet and more turned on. By the time I am done exploring she is...
Hi, I am rajat, 19 studying in inter 2 year . I have a family consisting of mom, dad and me.. I am from pune. My parents was a love marriage. My dad is a tamilian and mom is from pune. Dad is dark and tall while mom is extremely fair..Dad is a garments entrepreneur and has a garment factory in pune and we now live in chennai. Dad most of times stays in pune for work. Now lets start my experience. I was fascinated by Mom as she was the most beautiful and sexy lady in whole colony and also the...
IncestIt was Friday, Ravi couldn’t concentrate on his work. He was waiting to leave office quickly and get ready for special someone who was going to come tonight. Ravi finally packed his work, and left for his room, on leaving he called his sister, Seema, living in Indore at family home. Ravi: (on phone) ringing Seema picked up. Seema: Hello Ravi bhaiya Ravi: kaisi ho seema Seema: good Bhaiya how are you, haappy b’day in advance Ravi: I am fine, mummy nikal gayi hain Pune ke liye? Seema: haan...
IncestThis is the 2nd part of - Lactation & breastfeeding by Horny house wife. Recap-I....... had been to Temple with my friend and had sex with young lactating house wife Meghana in her van while the rituals were going on in the Temple. She then gave me her number and address in Pune and asked me to come to her city as her hubby was going on a tour on the weekend. The next two weeks were agonizing ones. I found it difficult to concentrate on anything except on thinking about Meghana. I was...
This story is completely fictional! It had been a few months since I had seen my cousin Sara and when she got to my house for thanksgiving I was stunned at how sexy she looked. Since I had seen her last, she had cut her hair and more importantly developed a nice set of tits. Not too big and not too small, just perfect for a track runner like she was. She had a slim body but which I loved to stare at. When everyone arrived I took their coats and threw them on my bed, Sara came with me and threw...
Incestthis is continued from another story. i dont know how to put links sorry. Please let me know what you think and if you want me to do more. Right now Im planning on doing at least one more but if people like it may add a few more.---I was a few minutes from the airport when mike called and said he landed. As i pulled up to the airport he was walking out with his bags. He was always so formal when he traveled, he wore a full suite and tie. He was so attractive but for completely...
by samslam"How did it go?" Alex asks when we walk in with my stuff."He agreed!" Lauren says, looking at Kristina who is grinning ear to ear. "There are a few more boxes in the car," I announce. "I have to save my strength so you girls better get them," I laugh. The girls take the boxes into my bedroom and then gather in the living room anxious for the fun to begin."I found these in one of the boxes," Alex says, holding up a box of condoms. "I figured we'd need them.""Before we do anything,"...
I woke early after a restless night and I ran. Sunday runs are usually 5k, more if I need to process something, like a problem at work or the smoking ruin of my marriage. I ran close to 10k that day. As my feet pounded the pavement mindlessly, I mentally played conversations I would have with Matthew. My imagined version of Matthew agreed with every one of my explanations. In the end it was just mental masturbation. I returned home to confront him, and myself.I found him on the couch reading,...
HardcoreAllison Greene reluctantly got out of the fragrant bubble bath she had been luxuriating in for the past 45 minutes. Earlier this Sunday morning, the pretty 23 year old final year law student had been abruptly summoned to the office by her senior partner at the law firm in which she was undergoing her final year law pupilage. Having to put on a formal suite on a Sunday seemed unusual, but she more or less guessed the subject matter of this sudden meeting related to her “adventurous” use of the...
Group SexSaturday night, Rochelle and Adam went out to a favourite japanese restaurant in the valley. They had taken His newest maserati. It was fast, sexy. They both had high paying jobs s support their wealthy lifestyl., Rochelle was a designer for a successful womans clothing line and Adam was a banker. They did alright for themselves.Driving to the restaurant Adam raced down the freeway. Hot latin music blaired threw the speakers. Rochelle sat in the leather passenger seat looking magnificent....
Introduction ------------ Hi, it's me again: Barbie. I was a boy once, but on my 16th birthday, my Mom decided to turn me into a girl. That was 4 years ago. Now I'm 20, but I still look like a 5 year old girl. My little sister isn't that little any more, but she still likes to play with me. I haven't cum since, even though I still have my testicles. They are just completely useless hidden away inside my crotch, but they're still pumping hormones into my system. So I'm constantly...
Friday, September 14 morning {Bob} Everybody knows that some days start better than other days. Friday was one of those days for me. Finding out that I wasn't persona non grata with Chris after all had made it a pretty good Thursday night too, for that matter. The only deleterious comments were made by my penis when I grabbed him to celebrate the fact that I still had a pretend girlfriend. "What? Again with the hand?" he complained. "Shut up!" I barked at him. "At least you still...
When Nathan and Kathy were informed by Allison that he had most likely impregnated Kathy, but had definitely made Hannah with child, Nathan did not know quite what to think. Allison was more concerned with Kathy's reaction, however. It did not seem to bother Kathy that she, herself might be pregnant. She was not too happy about Hannah's announced pregnancy. Allison expected that, but after talking with her, was confused about why she was upset. It wasn't because of Hannah's age since...
Another tale from this unique travel agency. This an answer for shalimar. After long and careful thought, BTG or Boys To Girls Travel is now a full open universe. I have a few rules for it. The first is the subject must not only take a trip, he must take the trip as a girl. If he goes on a repeat trip he can choose to remain male. The next is you must use your own characters. You can't use another person's character without their permission. The next is that your characters will...
Hi everyone!! I am Vinay back again with another real time episode of my feelings. First of all I would like to thank all my readers of my previous two stories for reading it and commenting upon it. Especially I received real good feedbacks for “Damini – A life beyond my soul” which was published in the INCEST section. People do make mistakes in life and most of them recover/re-do/amend for the mistakes they do in life. I believe one of the things in which you can’t do anything if you commit a...
A few months ago I rented a cabin to do a little skiing and also spend sometime with my fiance and her daughter. Since my fiance had to work early in the day, she asked me to pick up her daughter Isabella and get a head start on the trip. Isabella or Bell is a great k**, not only she is an A student but she also helps her mother around the house. She was always pleasant to me, despite being really close to her dad. Although she is not my blood daughter, I love her like she was my own. I picked...
(This happened some 10 years back. The lady involved is my collegue in my office. This is the only incident of intimacy I could have with her. I had kept the details in my diary. When I started to post the accounts of my sexual pleasures in this website, I wanted to post this also. So I wrote and showed the draft to her. She was reluctant to give me permission to post it in website. Later I took printouts of some other accounts posted by me in this site and gave them to her to read. She felt...
Officer Tanya works for U.S. Customs at an international airport in the southern U.S.. Her colleagues call her a radical feminists, because of the way she wield power. Most wanted to call her a “bitch” but wouldn’t dare because they knew she would respond with two fisted disagreement. No one messes with Tanya. Tanya perfected a formula for humiliating men at work. She instructs her workers to bring any male who’s carries pornography to be brought to her for interrogation. She had nothing...
Dinner was at seven, the "Lingerie Ball", at nine. I had just stepped out of the shower when Carol came into the bathroom to finish getting ready. She held what appeared to be some sort of personal invitation in her hand. "What's that?" She opened it reading. And then smiling. "It would seem we've been given a special invitation to dine tonight with Diane, Charlie, Jack ... and someone named Charles Anderson the third." I looked at her in disbelief. Not for being invited to sit...
My name is Chad, I am a 45yo bachelor and l live on the ground floor of a converted house with a small secluded garden, I say secluded to all but my neighbours upstairs. Trish was a single mother in her early 30’s, she was smart and professional and we have become good friends although there has never been any romance, she had a teenage daughter, Tammy who I have seen grow and develop into a cute but quite naïve teenager.I have a good relationship with Trish, I do odd jobs for her and she cooks...
“You fucker.”That was the message preview in the notification of a text from my father-in-law, Dave. The notification also indicated there was a picture, which I unlocked my phone to view.“Oh, shit” I said under my breath. My father in law had stumbled across a dressed/undressed collage of his daughter than I had posted online.While I was staring at my phone in shock, another message came in:And another:And another:Oh, fuck. He didn't just find one picture of her; he found an entire gallery of...
Ich war immer der Verlierer gewesen. Die Mädchen machten sich über mich lustig und übersahen ihn seit Jahren. In der der Pubertät begann ich zu wachsen, großartige Zeit. Heute hat das Schicksal eine Überraschung für mich im Köcher. Meine Rache wird nicht kalt sein – sie wird die heißeste, die es je gab. Frau Schöne, die Lehrerin begann die Stunde mit: „Wie ihr vielleicht wisst, heute haben wir Sexualkunde.“ An der Tafel war eine Kreidezeichnung, die das Eindringen von Spermien in ein Ovum...
FantasyI was alone. Ten minutes after the front door closed, I called Kirsten. "Get your sexy self over here immediately, I have at least a few hours," I told her. No reply even came, she just hung up. I put on that pink set again, zipped to the front door, and ten minutes later, her naked body busted right in. My eyes just widen, as they saw her sweaty body. "You drove here naked?" I wondered. Her head nodded slightly, as she was out of breath. Then I ambled towards her, and took her hand. Our feet...
CheatingFour months later, the festival of the high sun... Anuhea sat down alone with Mark at the end of their long afternoon of work. The sun was almost touching the ridgeline of the nearby hills, and the orchards around them were full of the songbirds Mark had come to love, as well as the complex fragrances of the many fruit blossoms. Anuhea wiped the sweat off her brow with her bare arm, smiled, and said slowly and carefully, "So tell me Mark, how familiar are you with Hopewell dating...
I skipped the weekly training session with my cycle team. Instead, Paul and I head to our makeshift lab. We would have done it sooner, but we wanted to make sure my leg was fully healed. On the way over, Paul comments, “You look a little worried. Are you? Is this something we should be doing?” “Anxious, not worried. I want to see what I can do. I am a growing boy. My body is changing. Truth be told, with all the fighting I have been doing, I should have slipped up before now. Even my leg...
I should start by telling you that I'm German. And before I met my husband, with eight lovers and a single orgasm and seventeen years, I was afraid I was both dissatisfied with the sex and qualified to be called a slut. I was feeling depressed. Here I was alone missing the doctor I’d broken up with, while hating the idea of being in any kind of a relationship with him. Life just did not seem to be working out. I felt I needed help.There was a psychotherapist who posted long thoughtful replies...
Group SexDonna and Nellie’s Indiscretion I arrived late one evening at the pub which we always refer to as the Jill and Whistle. I was rather taken aback when I saw Nellie standing beside Donna. This would not normally arouse my indignation but on this occasion I was surprised because Nellie was holding the front of her skirt raised above her waist and Donna was staring intently at the revealed parts. I could not share the view because Nellie had her back to me. Nellie’s skirts are so short that lifting...
LesbianWalking in the brisk morning air usually isn't my idea of a good time, but hey, it seems to do wonders for my hangovers. Or maybe I just like torturing myself sometimes, sue me. The air here certainly is clear and chilly though, I'll have to remember to thank the missus later for suggesting this particular corner of dimension DXI-2037A. The lack of sentient beings at this hour is nice as well. They really can be such a drag. I mean, who in their right mind wants to deal with the average...
Mind ControlIt was a warm spring evening and the smell of the rains from that afternoon was still in the air. With the windows of my truck rolled down as I drove, I could smell the sweet smell of the spring plants mixed in with the wet stone smell coming up from the streets. I enjoyed the refreshing air. I had been home alone, bored, and decided to seek some excitement. I had no idea what awesome experiences were in store for me this night. In my head I had been going back and forth about where to go. A...
Were at a party together getting drunk. its a warm stary summer night. I walk up to u grab ur ass giving u a kiss. I wisper in ur ear telling u how beautiful u are and that I want u right now. U grab my dick through my jeans saying let's do it. I take ur hand in mine leading u through the house taking u out side. I grab a blanket as we walk out into the yard where we can't be seen. I lay u down on top of the blanket climbing on top of u I start kissing ur neck u spread ur legs as u grab my ass...
We are also very independent people, so asking for help from friends or family was out of the question for us. So we decided to put what we had in storage and go stay in a week to week hotel. We figured that we might only have to stay a month or so until an offer came across and we could move back out. That point in our life was a low point for us as neither of us had ever experienced this before. Although being a war veteran, to me it was still better than sand, heat, and sleeping...
Doug had a good life. Anyone looking in from the outside would find it to be so – dare say they would be envious. He was 40 and had been married for eleven years. He worked as a manager of the forest ranger team at a state park. His wife was attractive and taught fourth grade. He had two daughters who both were on the honor roll at their elementary school. He drove a nice decked out GMC Sierra pickup truck and his wife pushed a late model Cadillac ATS. He lived in a two-story four-bedroom...
I had already had a fling with a married couple. We got together a few times as a group, plus some extra action with the wife a few more times on the side. It ended relatively abruptly because of issues they were having about their new lifestyle. I moved on to other women here and there, but still longed for another try. I got my wish a few years back. Personal ads had begun to switch away from the free, anything-goes approach and had begun charging fees and limiting extreme stuff from their...
"The garage door is broke again Bill." My wife is always yelling about getting the door fixed. I tried to fix it myself but couldn't get it done. So I told her to call someone and get the job done. The garage door has its own mind it goes up and down on its own and sometimes it doesn't work at all. My wife made an apointment for monday which means I have to stay home and wait all day. I hate that but atleast I have the day off from work. My wife left for work at around 8am the repair man was to...
GayHi Friends, Writing this after a long time. Its about me getting massaged by two guys which ended up in a hot erotic BDSM session. About me, 6ft, 32wst, fair to wheatish colour and around 32 yrs age. Stay in bangalore. I am bi and curious. My Planetromeo profile id is urmithr. I was browsing through net when I came across this add for massage offered my male with happy ending. I was curious and decided to try out. I called him up and fixed up an appointment for next day. We were chatting on...
Gay MaleMisty picked up the phone and looked at it. She was tempted to wipe the mouthpiece off before she used it. She sighed, remembering that what her crew, and almost everybody else in the whole tour had wasn’t communicable in that way. The reports she’d heard were that it was food poisoning. There had been a big party, after a concert in Austin, Texas. She’d had a splitting headache, and had made an appearance, before slipping back to the hotel to get some sleep. She hadn’t eaten...
I love it when I come home from work and find Bruins’ tickets stuck under a fridge magnet. It’s almost a freedom pass! I saw the date on the tickets was the next Thursday, giving me three days to discover who could be out there for me. Midweek nights are normally easy but I don’t settle for just anybody. However, it didn't take two hours to decide that John was the guy. He was perfect: lives close by and all we ever chat about is vulgar sex. Plus, his cock was big and fat, topped with a huge...
Cheating"Christmas with Aunt Madge" School was out for the holidays and I was looking forward to the break as well as the Christmas gifts. Madge, our next door neighbor had kept up with me, teasing me and torturing me with her feminine wiles when ever she could get me alone at her place to dress me up like her personal living "Barbie Doll!" She took great pleasure and derived great excitement from controlling a teenaged boy like me and held those pictures she had taken of me from her bedroom...