Dreamweaver
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And now, Weaver.
From the corner of his eye, Weaver caught sight of the big fist thundering toward him. It had been years since he'd fought in the ring and maybe he wasn't as fast as he used to be, but he still knew how to react to a haymaker. He slipped under the wild punch and came up inside with a short, hammer-like left shot to the brute's ribcage.
Stumbling backward, the big man was surprised at the force of the blow from someone so much smaller than himself.
As Weaver plotted his next move, he recognized what he had seen so many times in the ring ... fear in the eyes of his opponent.
The large man lashed out again and again, desperately trying to make contact with the smaller man's jaw, but each time, found nothing but air.
Weaver played with his adversary, ducking and slipping punches with ease until the big man's arms became weary. Weaver had, had enough; it was time to put the big palooka away. With a flurry of lefts and rights he battered the man's face and midsection. Finally, with a strong right cross, he sent the bully's bloody carcass flying over a table and tumbling face down to the dirty floor.
Weaver didn't go to a neutral corner but instead stood guard and watched as the antagonist struggled to his feet.
Wanting no more punishment and thoroughly demoralized, the beaten man stumbled out the door.
Damn, thought Weaver, if I keep beating up customers Jerry won't let me come back here anymore. He sheepishly returned to his bar stool.
"Weaver," started Jerry, the owner of the bar. "I know that fight last week wasn't your fault, and I know you were protecting Susie just now, but damn it man, you've got to stop using my place as a boxing ring, it's starting to get a bad reputation."
"I know, Jerry, I'm sorry but Susie shouldn't have to put up with that kind of crap."
"Yeah, I know, you're right, it's just..." he let his words hang as he looked over Weaver's shoulder. "I should probably be thanking you but here comes Susie, I think I'll let her do it for me," said Jerry as he went to go pour Susie's protector a drink on the house.
His body stiffened and he flinched backward as the pretty blond in the skimpy barmaid's uniform planted a kiss on his lips. "My Hero," she said sincerely. "Thanks Weaver, that guy was really getting obnoxious. He offered me money to go out to the parking lot with him and when I refused ... well, you saw, he was starting to get physical."
"That's okay Susie, I'm just glad I could help." He spoke softly, then turned back to face the bar and soulfully started to nurse the free scotch and water left for him by the thankful bar owner.
Feeling a little slighted and a bit confused, Susie went back to waiting on her tables.
Sitting alone in the far corner of the bar, Arlene Reynolds witnessed the entire episode, including Weaver's reaction to the pretty girl's kiss.
Arlene had a very stressful job as an upper level executive at Peterson Industries, a private equity firm. Once in a while she'd come into Jerry's Place to take the edge off before going home to her empty apartment. She was a member of the new-age, up and coming power-women of the twenty-first century; the kind you read about in women's magazines. One look told you she knew exactly what she wanted out of life and was on her way to getting it.
Was she gorgeous? Most men would say no, but she knew exactly how to bring out her best features and look attractive. From the way she did her hair, to her make-up, to her attire; it all created the image of a strong, confident, intelligent woman who was well on her way up the corporate ladder. Some guys might even say she was ... intimidating.
Every day she worked with people of all sizes, shapes, and personalities; some smart, some extremely smart, and some not too smart at all. It was what made life interesting. Take the guy at the bar, for instance, she thought; she abhorred fighting but admired courage and he sure had that. She watched as he sat staring into his glass as if it were a crystal ball.
She sighed, he wasn't dressed very fancy, probably a blue collar worker, she thought; not really the kind of person that she would normally go out of her way to meet ... still, there was something fascinating about him. She couldn't help herself.
"So, what's going to happen next," she said with a friendly smile as she sat on the stool next to his.
"What?" again he spoke softly. "What do you mean?"
"The way you're staring into that glass you'd think it could tell the future, so what's going to happen next?' she repeated while motioning for Jerry to give her a drink.
He chuckled slightly then smirked. "Lady, if I want to see my future I just look at my past."
Well this was starting to sound morbid, thought Arlene. Time to change tactics; I'll work on his ego, she told herself. "I saw you beat up that guy who was bothering the waitress. He was a monster, weren't you scared?"
It took Weaver a moment to answer. "Nah, he was just another guy. I'm not afraid of guys; it's women that terrify me."
"Women," she responded with surprise. "You're afraid of women?"
"Lady, a guy will break your nose, your jaw, maybe a rib or two, but a woman will break your heart ... a woman will break your spirit." With that he stood, threw a twenty on the bar and walked out without another word.
"Well, that was pretty rude," Arlene said to Jerry as he came over to collect the money.
"Yeah, that's Weaver for you. He's not much for conversation."
"Weaver; is that his first or last name?"
"Neither, it's a nickname. He used to be a prizefighter, a pretty good one too, from what I understand. A couple of my regulars who follow boxing got all excited when he started coming in here a while back. They tried to make friends with him, but as you just found out, he's not much of a conversationalist. Don't get me wrong, he's a nice enough guy, he just doesn't talk much."
"Well you can't prove it by me ... that he's a nice guy, I mean. I was just trying to be friendly."
"Oh, don't take it personally. I think it has something to do with the fact that you're a woman. Did you see him when Susie kissed him? Hell I thought he was going to run for the door."
"Yeah, I did see that," she replied. "And all that talk about a woman breaking his heart; what's that about?"
"I'm not really sure. Those guys I told you about, they said his wife ran off with another guy while he was training for some big fight. I guess she's the one that broke his heart, and to tell you the truth, I think it's still broken."
For the next couple of days Arlene couldn't get her mind off Weaver. Damn, she told herself, this is ridiculous. Why am I so obsessed with this guy? It wasn't that she thought of him romantically, no one had tickled her funny bone that way since college. No, it was the mystery behind the man.
She tried looking him up on the Internet. She found a hundred thousand ways to weave a rug, but nothing about a prizefighter by that name. Who was this guy? Did his wife really break his heart by running off with another man? Try as she did, Arlene just couldn't shake her curiosity.
"Arlene," Carolyn, her PA addressed her from the door to her office. "Don't forget you have that management meeting today at three."
"Oh that's right, thanks, Carolyn," she said glancing at the clock on her desk. It was already a little after two. She admonished herself for having her head in the clouds and got busy making sure she had everything she needed for the meeting.
As everyone filtered into the conference room Arlene had an idea; Bob Rawlings. She'd heard him talk about coaching kids in some kind of boxing program he was involved in. I wonder if he knows anything about Weaver, she thought.
Before going to her chair she leaned over and whispered in Bob's ear. "Bob, I wonder if you'd have time to discuss something with me after the meeting?"
Bob felt his pulse race. He looked around, checking to see if anyone noticed his heart pounding. Since Arlene started with the firm over three years prior, Bob had a massive crush on her. The problem was she didn't know he existed and he was too shy to really do anything about it.
She just seemed to be all business and not really interested in making friends. Once at a company picnic he took a chance and brought her a piece of cake, hoping to strike up a conversation as she ate it. Unfortunately, with a friendly smile she denied his approach saying she didn't care for cake. Bob took this as a rebuke of his efforts and retreated with his tail between his legs.
Since then, outside of a smile and nod of the head as they passed each other in the halls, the cake incident was Bob's last feeble attempt to win her heart.
"Sure," he said trying to keep his voice from cracking from nervousness. Bob could hardly keep focused on what was being said at the meeting; all he could think about was being able to sit down with Arlene and have an actual conversation. Of course he had no idea what she wanted to talk about and assumed it was work related, but that was okay, he'd take anything he could get.
The meeting ran over. It was nearly six o'clock by the time it adjourned. Bob figured he would have to wait until the following day before sitting down with his heartthrob, but was very pleasantly surprise.
"Bob, I didn't know the meeting was going be that long," she said as they walked out of the boardroom together. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in stopping off some place and having a drink, would you?"
Bob could feel the perspiration building under his collar. He loosened his tie and undid the first button of his shirt. He wondered if his forehead was sweating as well.
"Easy there, big guy," she joked as they turned down the hall. "I didn't ask you to strip, just have a drink with me."
"Huh, oh no ... I mean, I wasn't ... I,"
Arlene noticed his embarrassment and thought it was cute. She gave him a big smile trying to put him at ease a little.
"Relax, Bob, I've heard you talk about coaching some kids in boxing and I just want to pick your brain about the sport a little," she told him.
Bob did relax. Hell he could talk about boxing all night. They took separate cars to a little bar right down the street. Bob held the chair for Arlene as she sat down. By the time he was taking his seat across the table the waitress was already there, ready to take their order. As soon as she left Bob started the conversation.
"I must confess, Arlene, I didn't think you liked boxing."
"Oh heavens, I don't. I think it's barbaric and stupid to have two guys beat the hell out of each other for money," she said without thinking.
Bob was visibly taken aback. Did she ask me out for a drink just to insult me, he wondered?
When she saw the anger in his face Arlene realized what she'd said. "Oh, Bob, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." She wasn't really sure how to apologize, especially since that was exactly how she felt about the sport. Just then the waitress returned with their drinks and set them down with her assurance that she'd check back with them in a little while.
"So, if that's the way you feel, what is it you want to know?" Bob asked. Suddenly his little-boy shyness and charm disappeared. He was angry and wasn't hiding it very well.
"I really am sorry about what I said, Bob. Please forgive me."
He gave her only half a smile. Boxing had been a big part of his life. "So what is it you want to know?" he asked again.
Arlene really did feel bad. From what she knew about him, Bob was a nice guy and she had no intention of insulting him. I'll have to make it up to him sometime in the near future, thought Arlene, but right now she had to see if he could enlighten her.
"Have you ever heard of a fighter called Weaver?" she asked. "I don't think..."
"Weaver, of course I have," he answered curtly. "His real name was Chuck Adams. He was one hell of a middle weight, could have been champion; why?"
"Well, I met him the other night."
"Met him," Bob said surprised. "That's impossible; he disappeared years ago. Hell, I don't even know if he's still alive."
"Oh he's very much alive, Bob. I saw him clean the floor with some guy twice his size the other night at Jerry's Bar."
"Weaver? How do you know it was Weaver?" he asked.
"Well, that's what everyone calls him. I assume it's the same guy. I talked to Jerry, the guy who owns the bar, and he told me the guy was an ex prize fighter. He said his wife left him for another guy, is that true?"
"Ah, well that was the rumor but I don't know if it's true or not. There were all kinds of rumors floating around when they cancelled the fight. Weaver's manager said he got deathly ill, then he just disappeared ... never fought again; I figured maybe his manager was telling the truth and he died, although I never saw anything about it in the media."
Bob thought for a moment. "Come to think of it, he was from around here. I'm pretty sure he grew up on the north side."
"Why do they call him Weaver?" Arlene asked.
"Because he was always bobbing and weaving; that means his upper body was always in motion. It's harder to hit a moving target. He really was something to watch. He could slip under any punch or any combination of punches thrown at him. The sports writers gave him the nickname."
"Bob, it sounds like the same guy to me. You should have seen him beat this guy up in the bar the other night. That guy tried everything to hit him but I don't think he ever touched him, not once. Finally this Weaver guy started throwing punches left and right and knocked the other guy right over a table."
"Better watch it, Arlene, you sound like you almost enjoyed watching it," Bob said sarcastically.
Arlene knew she had that coming. She gave him a wry little smile. "Bob, I really am sorry for what I said, honest. Let me make up to you, let me buy you dinner."
He thought for a minute. Okay she insulted him, he'd been insulted before, and after all, he'd wanted to get to know her better since he first laid eyes on her.
"No thanks," he said, then smiled. "Dinner's on me."
"So," Arlene said while cutting into her fish dinner with her fork, "educate me. Why shouldn't I feel the way I do about boxing?"
"Oh, I don't think you want to get me started about boxing. I could talk all night about it. Let's talk about you, what do you for fun?"
"Well now, there's a subject I could talk about for at least two or three minutes," she said with a smile. "I really haven't had a lot of fun since moving to Chicago. My folks and my sister all live in Philly but there just weren't any opportunities out there; job wise, I mean. So, when I had an offer to move out here I jumped at it, but I haven't made many friends, not yet ... been too busy with work. What about you, I mean you don't really box in your spare time, do you?"
"I used to. If it wasn't for boxing I'm not sure what would have happened to me."
Arlene looked at him as if he had two heads. She just didn't understand how a barbaric and brutal form of entertainment like boxing could possibly help anyone with any intelligence ... except, of course, for the greedy slime ball promoters and others who prospered from the cruelty of having two Neanderthals beat the crap out of each other.
"Look," he said when he saw the expression on her face. "I grew up in a very tough part of the city. Between the gangs and drugs, there wasn't much opportunity for most kids in my neighborhood. Half of us ditched school because it was more dangerous there, than in the streets. A neighborhood cop, his name was Brian Samuelsson, saw me just roaming around looking for trouble one night and took me to the gym. He put a set of gloves on me and showed me how to stand and throw a jab. It changed my life," he said cutting off another piece of steak.
"All of a sudden I found I was good at something. I was only ten or eleven years old but it gave me hope; hope that maybe I could actually do something with my life besides grow up selling drugs on the street corner. I started to develop some self-confidence. I don't mean because I could beat someone up, I mean confidence in myself ... as a person. I joined the CYO boxing program. That stands for the Chicago Youth Organization. At the time it was run by Tony Zale. He was the middle weight champion of the world twice in his career. He was also a hell-of-a-great guy."
Bob looked up at Arlene. The expression on her face was now one of interest so he continued.
"I was a sophomore in high school when Tony showed me some scholarships available for collegiate boxing. Between him and Brian, they made sure my grades were up to par and I was keeping my nose clean. When it was time to apply, they both wrote letters of recommendation for me. Tony's name carried a lot of weight and I actually won two scholarships. Neither of them were full-boat, but between them I was able to graduate with a B.A. in business administration. From there I got some hands-on experience during a four year stint in the Navy. I was also the Armed Forces boxing champion for my division."
By now Arlene realized just how badly she had insulted her co-worker with her remarks. She was feeling about two feet tall when Bob shot her down even further with his coup-de-grace.
"After the Navy I came back home and got the job at Peterson Industries. Both Tony and Brian have passed away but I volunteer all the spare time I can at CYO to make sure the boxing program didn't die with them. I want to make sure it's still there so other kids can get the same break I did. So now you see why I'm a little touchy about the sport. If it wasn't for boxing I'd probably either be behind bars or in a pine box by now," he said with a chuckle.
Arlene was in awe. She was from Drexel Park, just outside of Philadelphia. It was a very upper middle class community with large homes and spoiled kids. She'd never known anyone like Bob. She was impressed.
"Bob, I'm so sorry ... really, I had no idea," she pleaded.
"Don't worry about it," he replied. "A lot of people have the same attitude."
"Anyway," he said taking a sip of wine. "Tell me more about this guy you think is Weaver."
"Well there's really not a lot more to tell ... except that he's afraid of women."
"He's afraid of women?" Bob asked knowing he shared a little of that fear himself.
"Yeah, he said a guy could break his nose or his jaw, but a woman could break his heart."
Bob thought for a moment. He had never been hurt by a woman like that before, but on some level he felt empathy. "Wow, that's kind of profound, isn't it. It certainly sounds like this guy, whoever he is, had his heart ripped out by a woman at one time."
"Yeah, I kind of feel sorry for him, especially if it really is this Weaver character. It sounds like he was at the top of his career and then just gave it all up."
Just then she had an idea. "Hey, according to Jerry, he comes into the bar fairly frequently. Why don't you and I stop in a few times after work? The least you can do is let me buy you a couple of drinks and maybe he'll come in while we're there. Would you recognize him if you saw him?"
Of course Bob was not about to turn down an offer like that.
"Yeah, I think so," he responded. "That's a good idea. If it really is Weaver, I'd love to meet him. How about tomorrow night? I'll even let you buy."
Seldom did Arlene have any plans after work. She didn't even have to think about it. "Yeah, tomorrow night would be fine."
They had one more after dinner drink before saying their goodnights.
Bob's heart was fluttering. He'd finally gotten to meet Arlene outside of work. Other than the fact that she didn't like boxing, she seemed like a nice person. He was excited and couldn't wait to be with her again.
Arlene also thought of their evening together as she drove home that night. They had worked at the same place for years but she never took the time to talk to him about anything that wasn't job related. What a shame, she thought.
The following day they had not seen each other at work but just before five Carolyn buzzed, saying Bob Rawlings was on line one.
"Hello Bob," she answered in anything but a business like tone. "I was just thinking about calling you. Are we still on for tonight?"
"Yeah, that's why I was calling. Where are you parked? I'll meet you at your car. I'll have to follow you; I have no idea where this Jerry's place is."
"Oh, okay. I'm parked in the side lot, in the second row. I'll look for you when I get out there. I'm almost ready; I shouldn't be more than ten minutes."
"What can I get you?" asked Susie as Arlene and Bob sat at a table in the back of the bar.
"I'll take a white wine, please," replied Arlene.
"Make mine a light beer," Bob answered. "Thank you," he politely said as the pretty waitress walked away.
Arlene lowered her head and leaned toward her co-worker. "That's the girl Weaver helped out the other night; the one he had the fight over. He almost ran for the door when she thanked him with a kiss. It was so strange; he beat the crap out of a guy twice his size, then looked like he was scared to death of her," she commented lowering her voice so no one but Bob could hear her.
"Geez; are you sure this guy's all there? Maybe he's got a phobia or something."
"I don't think so, Bob. I think he's just been badly hurt. I don't know, maybe he hates women but I don't think there's anything really mentally wrong with him."
Susie brought their drinks and laid them on the table. "Would you like to start a tab?" she asked.
"Yeah, that would be..."
"Hey, drinks are on me, remember," said Arlene as she handed her credit card to the barmaid. "Start a tab with this, please. We'll probably be here for a little while," she told the pretty blond.
"Ah, before you go, how often does Weaver come in?" Bob asked.
"Oh, almost every night," she replied before walking back to the bar to run the credit card.
"Maybe we'll be lucky and he'll come in tonight," Arlene offered.
"I'm not so sure that would be luck," he replied to the confused looking female opposite him. "Then I don't have an excuse to meet you for drinks after work anymore."
A big smile broke across her face. "You don't need any excuses, Bob. I'd be happy to have a drink with you anytime."
Well, that was encouraging, thought Bob. He probed for more information about his lovely date and finally got her to open up. He learned their childhoods couldn't have been more different. She grew up as a privileged little girl. She got almost anything she wanted including a horse for her sixteenth birthday.
They were both so engrossed in conversation, neither noticed the wiry built man who came in and sat at the bar.
"Can I get you another round?" Susie asked.
"Yeah, one more," Bob told her.
"Oh, by the way," Susie interjected. "You were asking about Weaver; he's been sitting at the bar for the last fifteen minutes."
Arlene's face lit up. "Would you ask him to join us..."
"No, wait a minute," interrupted Bob. "I don't want to ask him to come to us, I'll go to him. Can you point him out to me?" he asked while getting up.
"He's the third one on the left," she responded.
"Mr. Adams," Bob said extending his hand toward the somber looking gentleman.
Weaver turned his head to look his greeter in the face. "Do I know you?"
As soon as they were eye to eye, Bob recognized him immediately. He had a little less hair, but it was still brown and cut short. He saw the scar over his left eye that he got in the third round of the Alexander fight and he had the same steely stare that intimidated so many of his challengers.
"No sir, but I know you. My name is Bob Rawlings; it's an honor to meet you."
Not wanting to be a complete asshole, Weaver shook hands before facing the bar again.
"Mr. Adams, I don't want to impose but I would sure be flattered if you would join us at our table."
Normally Weaver would have told the guy to take a flying leap but he sure didn't want to stir up any more trouble in the bar, besides there seemed to be something about Bob that he liked; maybe it was because he called him by his real name. Whatever it was, he decided to take him up on his offer.
"Well," he said sitting down to the right of a smiling Arlene. "If it isn't the lady who thinks you can see the future in a whiskey glass."
Arlene blushed and offered her apologies for bothering him the other day. When she was done humbling herself, Bob picked up the conversation.
"Mr. Adams..."
"Call me Weaver, everybody else does."
"Okay Weaver; I just want to say how much I enjoyed watching you in the ring and what an honor it is to meet you. I've been involved with boxing most of my life. I enjoy watching a real technician and you were one of the best. I'm a director for the CYO boxing program. It's a great organization. Are you familiar with it?"
Weaver didn't answer. He just sat glaring into his glass again so Bob continued.
"Anyway, we get kids from all over Chicago-land that want to learn to box. I'm just one of many volunteers that work with these kids. We teach them the basics in the ring but more importantly, we get to spend time with them. It keeps them off the streets. Most of the kids we get have no real home life. That's why they come to us in the first place. We're able to teach them a lot more than how to box. We teach them about respect and fair play; about self-discipline and being true to themselves. In addition to the boxing, it's also a great mentoring program."
Bob was waiting for some kind of reaction from Weaver but it didn't come. What he didn't notice was Arlene watching the pride in his face as he spoke.
"I wonder if you've ever given any thought to volunteering for something like that, Weaver? The kids would be absolutely thrilled to have someone of your caliber teaching them."
Weaver took a slug of his scotch and water then spoke with a sigh. "No, I've never given any thought to it," he responded glumly.
"Well, it would also be a way of giving something back ... to the boxing game, I mean," Bob suggested.
Suddenly the sad figure of a man became animated. "Give something back! HELL, hasn't it taken enough? It took everything that ever meant anything to me. Respect, fair play, huh," he smirked with agitation. "What the hell could I teach kids about that stuff? I'm just a washed up pug who, at one time, thought he was something special."
He threw back the last of his drink. "Look," he said rising from his chair. "Thanks for the offer, but no; I'm not interested. Thanks for the drink," he said before walking out of the bar.
"Well that could have gone better," remarked Bob.
"You got more out of him than I did," Arlene responded.
"I see what you mean about him. I thought sure he'd jump at a chance to get back into boxing, even if it was just teaching kids. I wasn't expecting that reaction at all."
"I don't know what it is, Bob, but when I saw how he jerked away from that waitress after the fight, I just had to find out more about this guy. His reaction to your proposal just now, makes me even more intrigued."
"Arlene it's none of our business. We should leave the man alone. He obviously doesn't want us prying into his life."
"But, Bob, what if we could help him?"
"Help him ... how?"
"I don't know. That's why I'm trying to find out as much about him as I can. I won't know how to help him until I know his story."
"What makes you think you could help him, even then? Look, Arlene, the guy's obviously hurting big time. I kind of like him and I'd like to help him too, but by the way he's acting, I think bringing up the past would just mean more pain for the poor guy."
"I can't help it, Bob. I've got to see if there isn't something I can do for him."
Bob sighed. He really thought just leaving Weaver alone was the best thing they could do for him, but if she was determined to try and help he'd at least like to give her support.
"Have you talked to Derick Hoover?" he reluctantly asked her.
"Derick Hoover? No, why? What could he do?"
"He's a trained investigator, Arlene. Hell, he does all kinds of research for the company. He's uncovered shady business transactions, corporate cover-ups, tax fraud ... all kinds of things. Maybe he can find out more about what happened to Weaver."
Arlene's eyes lit up with a big smile.
"Bob you're a genius. I never thought of him."
"Just don't get him in to trouble; make sure he knows it isn't company business," he reminded her.
"Oh I will. I'll pay him to work on his own time if he'll do it."
While Arlene took a moment to think about how to approach Derick, Bob took advantage of the silence to think about asking her out on a real date. What he said about boxing teaching him self-confidence was correct in almost every aspect of his life, except one ... women. They didn't hang around the boxing ring much. He never had any sisters, and except for a couple frat parties in college and few one-night-stands when he was in the Navy, he had no experience with the opposite sex.
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Reluctance[ This is for Bob. He was the first-ever glory hole I ever experienced. Hard to forget those 'firsts!' ]What can I say about Bob? When I first came into contact with him it was through a website devoted to gay, gay-curious, bi, and even the occasional so-called 'straight' guys looking for some good sex. I didn't regard myself as gay. Rather, I thought of myself (and still do) as bisexual, with an occasional penchant for something like gay sex. But what about Bob? Bob was, without doubt, pretty...
he day started just like any normal day in my parent's home, but by the time evening came around, it suddenly felt like being stuck in a dream.My name is Jessie, and I'm twenty-three years old. I'm 5'8" and I have an ample set of jutting breasts and a well proportioned ass. My hair is the same as my Mom's – red, though wavy. Much of my character I inherited from Dad's Irish side, while my physical qualities I got from Mom. This story that I'm about revealing to you is stuff I've had hidden...
PART I Harry was sandwiched in between two beautiful young girls. They both had jet black hair and the greenish eyes he had ever seen. He tried his best to ask them their names, but no sounds came out of his mouth. So strange, he could not even hear his own voice. His thoughts were tumbling out but no audible sound was emitted. The fact that they were both stark naked and sweating profusely, as they rubbed against his more than willing body, did not escape his keen eye. It had been a long...
Boys and girls, I can understand that a lot of you liked the first part of the story with Sana with the sheer number of likes and I would be more happy and glad if you could please let me know your feedback/love/hate/tips. Without wasting any time, I will get on with what happened the following day. Remember, my colleague Sana and I were yet to rehearse and perfect our dance presentation, but before that, we had already explored each other orally. Here we go: — “Hey.. whatever you did with...
Earlier Aric had headed into the warehouse that was the second from the end a block over from where his sons were. He thought because it looked cleaner and better up kept he might find more information here than anywhere else. As he entered he shifted into magic mode and looked for thermals. He saw that there was one man in the center office ahead and about sixteen men in different rooms off to the side of him. They were far enough away that he could see they wouldn't disturb him as he...
Tara's head was pounding like crazy! Thankfully her last two classes were only gym and a study hall, so she didn't argue a bit when the school nurse sent her home for the rest of the day with instructions to take a couple of aspirins and rest in bed. "That's funny," she said to herself as she walked up her front walk, "I wonder why mom's car is here." Her first thought that maybe she was under the weather too, so instead of making a lot of noise she tip toed up the stairs in case she was...
As the sun shined on my face I slowly woke up from my sweet dreams. Suddenly, I heard someone knocking on the door. I forgot to close the door last night, so the person could walk right in. It was Michael, one of my best friends. ‘Liz, get up, you’re late again. You know the professor will kill you if you get late ag…’, Michael stopped in mid-sentence, only now realizing I wasn’t alone and we were naked. ‘Uhmm…nevermind. I’ll see you later.’ He turned around, noticeably ashamed. I woke up...
I showed which finger it was to be worn on. They all put theirs on immediately, and I don't ever remember seeing them off again. The next day was Momma's Doctor appointment. I asked Lena to go with me since she was a healer. We took her to Troy to the doctor. While Momma was in with the doctor, Lena told me that she couldn't really see anything wrong with Momma, except she was getting old. Some people get ready to die and their health just fades away. "Maybe we should help Momma want...
It had been over three months since Jason killed Monica and her two daughters in their home and he needed that rush again. He was sloppy and although the police had no idea of his identity Jason knew if he didn’t take more precautions it was just a matter of time before they would be knocking on his door. Almost every night Jason would relive the moment Monica realized he was going to kill her two daughters and make her watch and every night he would shoot a huge load of cum. Today he would...
…I looked for my top and Lola stood up and walked towards the foot steps. what is she doing? I heard her say hello to someone, a man’s voice said hello back, he said ‘where is Dita, I have someone she should meet, he is big in Vegas’. Lola, looked back at us and Dita was already on her feet, dressed and heading back to the bar. Lola, helped me up gently hugged me and caressed my ass. I don’t want her falling for me.. I smiled, put my top on and walked back into the club. I stared in...
I saw him and i made a mad dash for his bedroom. I knew he was chasing me by the sound of his footsteps… that and his cock was hard again and made a slight slapping noise as he ran. Up the stairs, down the hall, third door on the left. His room. Damn, he was spoiled, but all I cared about was his bed. King size bed, imported, softer than soft sheets, five pillows. And now me, lying on my back, naked as I waited for him to catch up to me. I didn’t have to wait that long, two or three seconds...
Who could blame her? It’s been two months since she and Don last had sex, six months since he took her out to dinner. Yes, he had a physically demanding job and always came home tired, but what about on his days off? Couldn’t he find some time for her, instead of working on the car he was restoring? Chloe never did as she was told to do or argued about doing it. Even doing something as simple as cleaning up after she ate was beneath her; forget about asking her to do a load of clothes. One...
So, what sorts of powers did I get with the federal stuff that kicked in when I turned eighteen? “I don’t know who you are yet, Mr. Jones, but I have no choice but to trust you. I ask for the same in return,” the cop told me. “Deal,” I replied. “Your partner is a twitchy ass.” The guy smiled and said, “Unofficially, on that, we agree. He shit in his pants when you plucked out the barbs like they were mosquitos. Officially, I’m not about to even try to piss off someone that moves as quickly...
This is not a true story! Hi I'm Dallas this is a story about me and my step sister having some fun. I always thought my Step sister was attractive even in our teen years but being away from home because of college we didn't see each other much. But seeing her at 20 she was easy hotter then I remembered! Her name is Bethany she is about 5'2, very fit body I'm guessing about a 36C bra size and a very nice butt! Well anyways since mom and my stepdad traveled all the time because of their work me...
The Blonde In The Pub "Are you coming outside for a smoke mate?" I hear this lovely blonde say to me as Im drinking a pint in my local pub. She can't be more than 19 years old and she looks gorgeous. "Yeah, sure..." I say to her trying to work out who she is. She obviously knows who I am but why has she called me mate? Anyway, I think nothing of it and we go outside together and light up. "So, are you seeing anyone hun?" she then says to me as we both exhale our hot smoke at the...
I awoke in the small bed wrapped in strange blankets and in a small cold room. I was pretty miserable, but I realized that I should be happy to be alive. Even if sitting up was so painful it took at least ten different attempts in different ways to manage it. The bathhouse was a lot like the ones in campgrounds from kiddie camps. There were ten shower heads on the wall and ten sinks on the wall. There were not any doors on the partition around the eight toilets. It was very much a kids camp...
Second Night - James I hear her say "Yes daddy" and then she gets up from the bed and seconds later she is in my arms hugging and kissing me. "I'm so happy you came," she whispers in that sexy voice of hers. My doubts vanish as I feel her sweet body under me as I run my hands down her side to her waist and then over her ass. "Mmmm, not even panties huh? Got naked for your old man did you?" I cup her ass and pull her up against me, pressing my hard cock into her belly. "Mmmm, god...
What neither one of us anticipated was that Brian, Jessie's husband would be one to share. Then came that fateful date, when the couple, who had moved away not long after Jessie and I slept together, was back home visiting family for the holidays. It was six months after Jessie had a baby, which, if nothing else did, seemed to rule out any possibility that we would stumble again. There wasn't possibly a scenario that would serve nothing better than ruining someone's life. Still, Jessie...
Two fingers? No, two fingers of jack were not going to pacify him. It wasn’t the cold steel of the colt in his hand, aimed at nothing in particular, compelling Daphne to comply. The arrogance in the stranger’s face was prompting her submission. The smooth glass in his other hand was waiting for her to show a little more hospitality. “You’re not a half bad looking woman to be working a bar this late into the morning,” he said, flipping the drained glass back to her with a nod. “But you could do...
SpankingThat night, I laid alone in bed thinking of what I had done and how easy it was for them to take me. My husband was the furthest from my mind.Day 4: ThursdayThe following day, much to my dismay, I found myself driving to the beach to meet Enzo and Marc.I arrived in the parking area, both of them were already there waiting for me. Enzo approached me as I got out of my car and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and his one hand on the cheek of my ass. As we made our way to the water, Enzo kept...
Dawes looked surprised and a little awed at this statement. He said, “Then I will take your word for it, Mr Jeeves. Your company came highly recommended to my personal assistant, who claims she has links in high places.” Mr Jeeves replied, “I am gratified to hear that, sir.” Verbal sparring concluded, Dawes declared, “Very well, Mr. Jeeves. We shall take on your Jeeves and see how he performs. I hope to see an improvement in the way this household is run, and if what you say is true, that...
You stand in the bathroom, checking your hair and makeup in the large mirror that fills the wall behind the sink. It's a Saturday morning, and we're not going anywhere but you still want to look your best for me. You are wearing your favorite jeans, and an oversize t-shirt (is that one of mine?). As is often the case around the house, you are not wearing a bra. I quietly come up behind you and you smile when you see me in the mirror. You start to turn toward me but I stop you, saying “Let me...
Straight SexAt a Resort When I was a freshman, I went to Turkey on a summer holiday with a couple of my friends after a hard academic year. As girls always do, when we put our feet on that gorgeous ground filled with handsome guys and beautiful girls like me we had immediately gone out to a party at the resort we were staying at. There also were very dirty stinking people around who wanted steal somebody. As it was summer and it was very hot, we were all wearing skimpy tops and very short skirts to...
I live in the modest little cottage in the countryside, not far from a small town. The one thing it lacks, and probably the only thing that I crave for at times, is nightlife. A nightlife with men, horny men are better, and women too. I don’t often get as much sex as normal city women of my age, but then I do live somewhere that is pretty, quiet and relaxing. I do get my share fair of sex I guess, but its irregular and confined to periods of seeing someone. Someone that is supposed to be...
Group SexThis is the story of a real sluttie bitch who at the time of these events was my 25 year old daughter in law. Her name is Tammy and she is plump but not real fat; actually pleasant to look at if you didn't know what evil was in her head. She is 5'5" and weighs between 160 and 180 pounds depending on her appetite with brown hair and green eyes. If you like nice full round rumps she is very hot and her tits are something to see as they are large full D cups that stick out straight from her chest...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hi all!I wanted to try my hands on writing a little fantasy story, tell me what you think of it, will you?I have to repeat "for the record" : it's a fantasy, I used a few real names and places, but this hasn't happened in reality (too bad, lol)!Big kiss,Ann xxxIt was mid-summer, late afternoon on a blistering hot day.Ann was sweating profusely while she was loading the cardboard boxes full of meat, snacks and cans...
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It’s been somewhat of a trend lately, a crappy trend, but still a trend nonetheless. Something big happens, usually a giant argument, and then we go a while without seeing the person or people involved in the altercation. This time a week passed and it was only dad we didn’t see. Mom and Aunt Lisa still came by and called on the phone when they didn’t come, and since we were still at Jim and Marie’s house we couldn’t help but see them. Since Marie already basically knew everything it was...
CHAPTER 8I looked to each one of them, my eyes easily taking in each with a slight shift of my eyes. None said anything. They simply were watching me. Their faces were neutral.“Say something, somebody … just say something. Are you that disappointed?”Dori physically reacted, her legs quickly moving to each side of the lounge and leaning far forward, “No! We … at least I … isn’t just so much. Miss Ryn, we’re just … you said it before, but for me I thought something would have … I mean, not that I...
Alice groaned, her eyes closed as she tried to shut out the soft sunlight warming her face as she woke slowly from from a very strange dream. One might even call it a nightmare! She’d been in a hospital or, more accurately, an asylum, one in which the doctor and his stunningly beautiful and cruel assistant had given her a very strange examination. She remembered if vividly, almost as if it was real. And afterwards, she’d been visited by a pair of orderlies who took advantage of her in her small...
OutdoorWe walk into the hotel room and I'm feeling so nervous. You have a big smile on your face for numerous reasons. One, you can't wait to do what we are going to do. Two, you see the nervous expression on my face and that makes you like it even more. And three, you know that you will really be punishing me and taking me one more big step to becoming your complete bitch. The plan has been in motion for awhile and I can't believe we are actually doing it, we've talked about it so many times but the...
Both Crystal’s and Judy’s parents preferred that their daughters be buried rather than cremated so the final moments of the funeral weren’t of two coffins sliding inside a furnace and being incinerated. Instead a procession of hearses snaked out of the funeral home and wound through the roads and avenues of Rock Hill to Crystal’s final resting place at the Forest Hills Cemetery. I was a mess of sorrow and tears during the whole drive. The brief respite I’d had from my grief by the need to...
"Makin' Bacon: The sexy game of life? Hey guys, check this out!" "What is it?" "I think it's like the first porn game ever made, c'mon help me set it up." Dusting off the ancient piece of hardware, they carried it over to an equally ancient tv, plugging in the various cables as their friends gathered round curiously. Note: When I get a little farther I'll see about tagging chapters for sexual content, I know there's a lot of plot to wade through if you're not into it. All pictures are not...
Fantasyone day me my girlfriend and a bunch of my co workers got off from work in the afternoon. and went to my boss,s house. we,d do this once in a while as he had a nice condo with a deck. we were all restaurant workers and after sunday brunch it was a great way to blow off some steam. it was a hot day in july, so my girlfriend had on her bicini, we were all drunk around the hottub, when my boss and another person went to get more beer and wine. it was just my girlfriend, me and my bosses hot wife....
After my first foray into paying for sex with Elle, I really wanted more. As much as I enjoyed my first meeting, I decided that I would rather sample different escorts each time. I would meet up with Elle again but not before trying out what others had to offer.I started looking through my local escorts on the website I joined and there was a lot that I’d love to meet. Luckily I discovered that I can make a hotlist and add escorts onto it so they are saved for me to look at later. I trawled...
Straight SexSince that day all my afternoons of solitude were spent enjoying the pleasure of wearing my mother's lingerie. As soon as I was left alone at home, I would lock the front door and go straight into Mom's bedroom. I would get undressed, open the drawers, choose a lingerie set and put it on slowly, enjoying the delicate touch of each garment as I slipped it in. After getting dressed I usually walked a little through the house practicing my feminine walking technique. The end always came...
One very cold and rainy night there was a loud banging on my front door. I wasn’t expecting any company and couldn’t imagine who was coming by at that hour. As I opened up the door I saw a mother and her daughter completely soaked to the skin. I quickly ushered them inside. As I led them to my fireplace the older one kept apologizing for dripping on my floor. I offered them chairs and a blanket but they just knelt on the bear skin rug before the roaring fire to warm themselves. I added...
Did you write the book of love? And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Now, do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to dance real slow? --American Pie (Don MacLean) After we returned from the junior high where we performed the final performance of Music Man, Mr. Proilet invited me to a late afternoon at Vaughn's. "Jim, I'm quite amazed at the amount you were able to accomplish for the musical," my music...
Before midnight, I was back at the motel, showered, and in the sack. It had been a long day, I had drunk not-that-much -- but more than I normally did, and I was ready for sleep. But I didn't go to sleep right away. My mind was on Shirley Kiner. My thoughts were about a possible future relationship with this strikingly beautiful woman. The years hadn't changed her that much. The teen-aged freshness might be gone, but at 32, she remained a true stunner, and with no sign that her past --...
Hi my name is Deeksha, from kerala. I am 20 yrs old. I am a regular reader of this site. This is an incident that happened when I was 18 yrs old. Let me tell about myself. I am 5.4 feet tall, wheatish colour, with a figure of 36-28-36. From the young age itself I have been inclined towards having sex. This thought was influenced in me due to my friends at school. Most of my friends were either masturbating or having sex with their boyfriends during the free time they got. They would come and...
IncestXXXIV ‘I don’t see what you expect me to do’ The next few days were dominated by preparations for my fiftieth birthday weekend. I telephoned all the girls I had primed and told them to present themselves at George’s house on Friday. They were to travel separately so as not to attract attention. Most of them did not have ready access to a car so they would be arriving by train at the nearest station, nearly four miles away, where I would arrange to have them met. (I did not want local cab...
"Do you know why I have called you in here?" he demands, his mean eyes looking her up and down in distaste. She shakes her head, fear creeping in on her, acutely aware of his intense glare. She shifts from foot to foot, her eyes rooted to the floor infront of her. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" His voice bellows and she flinches. Cautiously she raises her head briefly, catching her breath as she sees the barely controlled rage in his eyes. "Your behaviour of late absolutely...
I ran my fingers through my hair. I felt panicked. I didn’t know what to say to her. I turned on my lamp, jumping back in pain and surprise as the light burned into my eyes. I covered them with my arm and lay back in bed. There was another knock, a little louder. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I couldn’t let her leave. I waited a few seconds, before saying; ‘Yeah?’ Jessica entered almost shyly, closing the door behind her. She was wearing a grey...
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon in early June and I was standing in my backyard fussing over the BBQ grill and watching the hotdogs and hamburgers cooking and enjoying a cold Budweiser. My beautiful wife of ten years, Cary, was sitting next to the pool with her mother and, from what I could see they were having another heated discussion and it was my guess that once again, it was all about me! Cary's mother, Jewel had disliked me from day one and while her husband was still alive the two of...
I am a 28-year-old guy. I am tall and have quite a healthy physique due to which I look younger. On first sight strangers assume I must be around 22 years old. I have a fair complexion. My friends mother is a 42yearold lady. But she has a slim and trim body she looks 36. She has black hair and has a fair complexion. My friends mother drinks every Sunday. Sometimes when she is in a really good mood she lets me join us with a beer.She never lets his son drink more however. Now I can still...
EroticCresswell Industries, Part 2 - by: Keshara Chapter Nine - Salon Day The journey to mall was very much in silence, for Edward felt conscious of his nipples. How could he have known that was going to happen he was supposed to be a young man and young men did not have to worry about such problems? Though as he looked across at Ivan's muscular biceps and watched them tense every time he turned the steering wheel, Edward knew that he would never ever be a young man. For he needed...
On Thursday, in the afternoon following school, Jennifer and her daughter, Haley, pulled up to the huge home of Dean and Andrea Steadman. “Wow, Mom!” said Haley in wonder at the magnificence of the place. “This place is awesome! And you know these folks?” “Well, Mr. Steadman is one of the executives where I work. He does the same level of executive oversight work as my boss, Mr. Pittman,” Jennifer said. She was not quite as awed by the grand expanse of the large house. She had been to Jan...
By : Imkool Hello friends! You can call me Nikky as there is no point telling my real name. I am 19 years old and studying in college this is a story of how I underwent a complete transformation in only few months until the age of 18. I’m used to be a very decent and studious girl. My friend’s always liked bitching around and talking about boys but I was not much involved in all that. I thought this is not the age to do all this and always had the goals in my mind that my parents had set...
Paula and Joanne Chapter 1 - Caught red-handed As many times before, I went around my friends Paul's house on the home from school. We had the house to ourselves and were up in Paul's room looking at a girlie magazine we had acquired. The model we were looking at was wearing black lacy undies and Paul said "Julia has some lingerie similar to those, do you want to see it, John?" Julia was Paul's sister, at sixteen a year older than both of us, and she was a real looker and, unknown...
Hands resting on a smooth balustrade, their pale colour contrasting nature, she was frozen. There was something wrong with her hands, something very wrong. They were …. They should be …. She could not catch that instinctive feeling, explain her certainty of wrongness. Her mind seemed to want to give her a desperate hint as she looked down on the smooth, unmarked skin; but she could not grasp the fledgeling thought which hovered just out of reach. Instead, her eyes lifted to take in the...
Seduction"WHY HELLO THERE"... "DONT BE AFRAID COME ON IN" you look at the man infront of you his long shaby hair tied into a ponytail, that pointy beak of a nose about ready to stab someone's eye out, speaking of eye his only good one burning a hole into you as his glass one lears of to the left. "here let me get your coat its soaking wet" Unwillingly you let him have at your coat and as he hung it up you can't help but notice his atier (getup) Long white labcoat with blotchy spots of red and green...
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