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I wasn’t born this way, far from it, I didn’t even become this way by accident or illness, I chose to be this way, or, to put it another way, I got this way as a victim of circumstance. I’ve been accused of being a pretender by several people recently so, I feel it’s time to set the record straight.
I was born on 21st February 1985, my life was normal, did all the normal kid things, got all the normal kids illnesses, had all the normal knocks, grazes and bumps. Everything changed a few months after my 8th birthday. My uncle went through a hard divorce, lost his job and generally felt sorry for himself and tried to take his own life. We lived in quite a large house, as it was just my parents, my younger sister and myself, we had a few spare rooms, so my Dad decided to let him live with us until he sorted himself out. Id always been very close to my uncle, looking back now probably unhealthily so, so I was happy about this.
That all changed one night, My parents had gone away for the weekend and left us with my uncle, we had a fun night, ate pizza from the take away and watched videos, not long after I went to bed I heard my uncle coming upstairs, thought nothing of it, heard him go in to check on my younger sister, then my bedroom door opened, I pretended to be asleep as it was late and I though I’d get in trouble. I heard the door shut, so I rolled over, threw the duvet off and opened my eyes and saw my uncle still there looking at me. At first I was embarrassed, as it was middle of summer and very warm and sticky I’d gone to bed just wearing a pair of knickers, so I grabbed my duvet and pulled it over me, but I then noticed he was smiling at me. It was then, despite my age, I realised something wasn’t right.
He took the duvet off me, put his finger on his mouth and whispered ‘Shhh, it will be alright’.
He then undressed and got into bed with me, he started stroking my hair, then kissing me, first my cheek, then full on the lips, I hated it. He then stroked my chest working his way down until he reached my pants. Then the worst bit of all happened, he started kissing me harder, even putting his tongue in my mouth, then, he put his hand into my pants, and he put a finger in me. It was all I could do to stop myself from crying.
It lasted about 10 minutes though it seemed longer, after that he got dressed, told me it was our little secret and I was his special little girl, he then kissed me on the forehead and left my room.
Next morning it was as though nothing had happened, he made us breakfast, bacon and eggs on toast, Mum and Dad got home after lunch and everything was fine. In fact nothing happened again for months, I though it must have been a one off, or maybe I’d even dreamed it. Then, just before Christmas, my Nan was taken ill, my Dad took my Mum too see her, so again we were left with our uncle. Everything was fine the first night, 2nd day we went Christmas shopping and to TGI Fridays for dinner, it was a good day. We then went down Oxford St. too see the lights, got home very late and went straight to bed. Later that night I was woken by something stroking my face, it was him, he smelt like he’d been drinking. He then got undressed, pulled my trousers and pants off and had sex with me, it hurt so much I cried, he told me not to be so stupid, that I wasn’t a little girl anymore. He then finished off and fell asleep.
Next morning he was gone, I went downstairs and he had breakfast already, again like nothing happened. Dad came home later, sat me on his lap and told me Nana had died, and that Mum was staying with Granddad for a bit to sort him out. We went to the funeral a few days later, after that things got worse, my uncle started coming into my room regularly. One night I was about 10 or 11 by then I tried to push him away, he just tied my arms to the bed.
He must have been a bit rougher that night, Mum found blood on my sheets the next day, assumed my periods had started, I got a long talk about them, I was too ashamed too tell her.
A week or so later, Mum and Dad went out for the evening, I went to bed early, told everyone I was tired and not feeling well, even turned down Ice cream! He came up not long after I went to bed, I think my sister was in bed, he started kissing me, took my top off, my boobs had started to develop by now, he started playing with them. Then he whispered in my ear how much he enjoyed tying my arms up last time. He then produced some belts, he tied my hands to the bed, then took my shorts and pants off, put my feet up by my bottom and put the belts round my feet and thighs to hold them there. He started kissing my thighs, then my vagina, then had sex with me again, I cried all the way through. He left me tied up after for ages.
This went on regularly, he’d have sex with me even with my parents in the house, I became very quiet and introvert, my parents took me to the Dr. she said it was just teenage hormones running riot, normal for a lot of girls through puberty, and it was nothing to worry about.
I started senior school a few weeks later, my uncle also got promoted at work, so the abuse stopped for a while. I came out myself, became very popular with everyone at school, especially boys, I was well developed for my age. I had my first kiss just after my 12th birthday with an older boy, I even let him finger me, I just though it was normal, I didn’t know any different. It wasn’t long before I had sex with him, and then other boys, I seemed to be quite good at it, I was VERY popular at school, plus I looked a lot older so I got into pubs and clubs. My lowest point was just before my 13th birthday I had sex behind a pub with a 26 year old guy, I cried for hours after, I decided I needed to sort my life out, I’d already had sex with about 12 men/boys.
Not long after this we went on holiday to Spain and he came with us. I knew he was watching me when I was wearing my bikini but it didn’t bother me, I’m not saying I liked it, but it didn’t bother me, Id started to sort my life out, wasn’t being so promiscuous, it was good.
Then it happened again, one night on holiday my parents went out, sister was in bed, she was now 10, I don’t know if it happened to her, I could never bring myself to ask, I was scared in case he was and of admitting he’d was doing it to me. Anyway, not long after they went out he came in my room, got undressed, undressed me, looked between my legs and then at my chest, told me how much Id matured since last time he’d seen me like this, he then pushed my feet upto my buttocks, I tried to stop him, I couldn’t, he was much stronger, he put the belt round my thigh, did the same to the other side, this time though, instead of tying my arms to the bed he pushed my hands upto my shoulders and tied them there, said he could move me round more. He then made me give him oral sex, I was nearly sick. Then he had sex with me. First just normally, then he stopped, rolled me over, put me on my knees and started having sex with me again, my face was in the pillow, I tried to get up on my elbows but I couldn’t. Afterwards he untied me, dressed me and left.
A few weeks after we got back he announced he was moving in with his girlfriend, down in Brighton. I was so pleased I cried myself to sleep that night, glad that if he didn’t come in over the next 2 weeks it would finally be over. I though about telling my parents but it would have destroyed my dad, they were like best friends, not just brothers. It was a secret I decided never to tell. The day he moved to Brighton came, I woke up early that day, helped him pack, kissed him goodbye, watched him leave from the doorstep, relieved.
Over the coming weeks Mum became more and more tired, she went to see the Dr., and was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, if you don’t know what that is look it up on the net, it will take too long to explain here. He’d now be gone almost 3 months. Because Mum was ill my 14th birthday came and went almost unnoticed, I went out with a few friends and got money and underwear from my parents, He also sent me underwear, a skimpy, black, lace, thong, I binned it. The week after I was at school and managed to break my right arm in 2 places, spent a night in the local hospital and 6 weeks in plaster. Being right handed I was pretty much useless, had to have a lot done for me. During this time though I discovered something very important, something that will make this story, and why I’m telling it to you make sense. I found out that I enjoyed not being able to do things for myself, I was turned on by not being able to use my arm, this scared me but intrigued me.
6 weeks flew past, I went to the orthopaedic clinic to have the cast taken off, while sitting in the waiting a girl about the same age as me came in on crutches, I looked down and noticed her left leg was missing about mid-thigh, I was in awe, I couldn’t take my eyes of her. She was wearing jeans with the leg pinned up, it showed her stump very well. She nervously crutched across the room and sat down, she was obviously a recent amputee. I watched her the whole time she was there, It was then I realised I wanted to be like her, only I wanted more amputated, it was a strange revelation.
When I got home I tried to think of as many ways as I could to pretend to be an amputee, remembering the way he used to strap my limbs up I used belts to strap up one or both legs then Id put a skirt or tracksuit trousers on, sometimes I’d do an arm aswell or instead, though as much as I tried I couldn’t find a way to do both arms, anyway I had fun but it wasn’t very satisfactory. I tried to do as much as possible, using my mouth, drinking, opening doors, typing with a rod in my mouth, I got very good.
Mum’s condition didn’t seem to be improving by the time the summer holidays started, despite the treatment she couldn’t cope with me and my sister, so it was decided that I’d spend summer with him. I tried everything to get out of it, I nearly told them but I couldn’t.
So I was sent to him.
His new girlfriend worked for some firm that meant she was out the country a lot, quite often for weeks on end, so I was alone with him a lot, not knowing anyone in Brighton I couldn’t go out much so the abuse soon started. One night he tied up all my limbs and made me spend the best part of a week like it, he made me wear tiny outfits, made me sunbathe in my bikini on his balcony, made me do everything like it, He did it a few times over the 6 weeks. I was horrified and upset that it was my uncle doing this to me but at the same time I enjoyed the pretending part.
I was, in some ways glad when the holidays were over but at the same time disappointed that there’d be no more pretending quite like that.
Couple of months after I got back I noticed I hadn’t had a period for a while, I got a pregnancy test and it came up positive, so I went to the Dr. for a blood test, that was positive too, I was gutted, I didn’t know what to do. Mum seemed to be getting better but I didn’t think she was strong enough for this. But after much thinking I decided to tell my parent’s, they’d find out I was pregnant anyway, it was just whether to tell them about him too, and how much. When it came to it, I told them everything except the tying up. Mum cried, a lot, I cried, Dad sat there quiet, then smashed a few things up, told me he didn’t believe me and stormed out. Mum cuddled me, told me to get a termination and then never discuss it again. 2 days later I got the termination, I went on my own, I cried as the slid the cold instruments between my legs, Dad still hadn’t come home. When he did a week later, it was never mentioned, my father and I never spoke, he couldn’t even look at me, Mum and I barely spoke, it was unbearable, my only release was pretending to be an amputee, I was finding better ways to do it and for longer.
Christmas was horrible, I got vouchers from my parents that was it. It was then I decided to leave home, so on January 4th I packed up as much as I could carry, left a note for them saying I loved them but I couldn’t live with them anymore, I got all my savings out, and got the first train North.
I ended up In Sheffield, I found a nice B&B to stay at, but money soon started to run out, so I started begging. Got a fair bit, but not enough, then one day I hit upon the idea if pretending I had no arms, I got loads of money, more than Id got the previous 2 weeks added together. So, partly for my own pleasure and partly to make money I pretended to be different types of amputee in different parts of the city, I made enough to eat, get a shower once a week and a bed-sit on really cold days, I was doing well, sort off. I managed to avoid the pimps, they all thought I could earn myself (and them!!) a mint, I was young, pretty if I pretended too I was onto a winner, but I resisted, though on the cold nights when I couldn’t afford a room, I smelt bad and was dirty I nearly took them up.
Through out this there was this one guy I saw every morning and evening outside Sheffield Mainline, he refused to give me money but always bought me coffee and breakfast, then a sandwich on his way home. On Friday’s he bought me something and chips. He was fairly young, about 22, good looking, obviously very rich, and he had a nice smile.
That nearly all fell apart one Saturday night, it was just after my 15th birthday, I’d been there just over a year. I was pretending to be a double leg amputee outside a bar and club complex, I was earning quite a bit. Couple of people said they felt sorry for me, a girl like me shouldn’t be on the streets, others offered me money to shag me as a girl like me would me different, I turned them all down, but they gave me money anyway. Then the guy from the station turned up, first of all he walked past, I tried to hide, obviously I couldn’t leave, there were people around, they’d know I’d been faking, beside I needed to take my tracksuit trousers off to get back to ‘normal’, normally I’d wait till no-one was around, or shuffle of to somewhere private on my hands. So I was stuck, then he came back, he came over with a hot dog and coffee, he was smiling, he handed them to me, then looked down and realised what I was doing, he was stunned, he looked disgusted and walked away.
I didn’t see him again for ages. So I gave up and moved to Leeds, new city, new places to pretend. It was almost Easter when this big sports car pulled up outside the station, it had been an unusually cold March and April, I was ill, a guy got out the car, and walked toward me carrying a blanket, flask and a paper bag. I was pretending to have no arms, they were both tucked into my jumper. It was the guy from the station, he was smiling, ‘I’ve been looking for you everywhere’, he said. I tried to answer but I coughed, a lot. He put the blanket round me, ‘Come with me, you’re sick, you shouldn’t be here’, he helped me up, and into the car, he poured soup out the flask for me, I started to get my arms out, ‘Don’t worry about that’ he said. He then fed me the soup and roll he’d bought me.
‘We’d better find you a Dr.’.
‘Thanks’, was all I could manage.
We drove for ages, he told me his name was Dan, that he owned a computer and a construction company, I told him my name was Natalie, not my real name but the one I’d decided to be called by. After about 90 minutes we turned into a luxury apartment block, he drove through the gate and down to the car park, he then helped me out the car, into the lift and into his apartment. It was amazing, wood floors throughout, Chinese rugs here and there, an amazing view, massive telly, ‘ Bathrooms through there’ he said pointing, ‘There’s a bedroom through there, help yourself to any of the clothes in there, hope they fit’.
I got undressed, stepped into the shower, it was better than the one back at home and that was good, this was amazing. I washed everywhere over and over until I felt clean, it struck me as odd that he had girls soap and shampoo but I didn’t care. I then wrapped myself in one of the big, thick blue towels and walked toward the bedroom, as came out he caught sight of me from the kitchen and asked if I wanted any dinner, I told him I did. Strangely, although I was standing in front of him in nothing but a towel, I felt comfortable. I went into the bedroom, found loads of clothes in a wardrobe, all my size, even underwear in a draw. I found a bra that was my size, there were a few different sizes, found some knickers that matched, then dressed in grey cotton trousers and a tight white sleeveless top, the apartment was nice and warm. When I walked into the living room, there was another, older man talking to Dan. He introduced himself as Dr. Watkins, Dan left the room and he examined me and asked me loads of questions. He told me I had a chest infection, gave me some antibiotics, told me to get Dan to call him if it hadn’t cleared up in a week.
After he left Dan came in with dinner, ‘Nice to see all your limbs’ he said smiling, I felt myself go red so I just smiled. ‘I guessed you were a blonde too, though I couldn’t tell under the dirt and hood’, I blushed more. We sat at the table and ate spaghetti bolognaise, I ate loads he offered seconds. He told me I was more than welcome to stay, and to treat the place as my own, I thanked him.
‘I hope I got the right sizes, it was a lot of guess work, I had no idea of the bra’s so I got a few different sizes, tell me which ones right I’ll get you some more’, he smiled after that, sort of embarrassed. ‘That’s OK’ I said, ‘ you don’t need to, I found one, I’ll get more soon, but thanks’.
‘I don’t mind, it would be a pleasure’.
‘I’m sure it would be!!! 34c then, thanks’.
After dinner I washed up, he argued but I told him I was doing it, it was only after I realised he had a dishwasher!!! We then sat on the sofa, I asked him why he was helping me, he told me he didn’t make a habit of it just he felt sorry for me, I looked more helpless than the others and more out of place, plus he thought I was too pretty for that and he was just drawn to me. I kissed him on the cheek and cuddled up to him, I felt totally comfortable for the first time in years. I told him I was only 15, he said that was OK if it was OK with me, he told me he was 23. I then told him most of what I just told you. He was shocked but just cuddled me, told me he knew some solicitors if I wanted anything done about it, I told him I didn’t want to, he then cuddled me more and I fell asleep shortly after.
I awoke the next day feeling completely refreshed, it was the best sleep Id had in over a year, I noticed I was wearing pyjama’s, I got worried at first, realised I was still wearing underwear, and I felt OK, but still got worried. I walked into the lounge, the sun was beaming through, I looked at the clock, it was 1.10pm. ‘You slept for 15 hours, hope you don’t mind me undressing you but you looked really uncomfortable sleeping in those clothes’.
‘Thanks’.
Breakfast was waffles with strawberry sauce, we spent the afternoon shopping for food and clothes, Dan was lovely. I was in love!
My 16th birthday came round, we had a huge party with all his friends and the few I’d made, he bought me a gold necklace and earrings with diamonds in, I looked good in them even if I was nervous about wearing them, he also paid for to get my navel pierced. I was so happy, in bliss even. Dan was a real gentlemen, never even mentioned sex. A week after my 16th he took me for dinner at a big restaurant in the country, when we got back I pushed him against the wall and started kissing him, he seemed a bit shocked at first but then got into it, he picked me up and I wrapped my legs round him, he carried me into the bedroom, I undressed myself then undressed him, he then asked me if this is what I wanted, and if I was sure. I told him I was. We made love for ages, it was nothing like when my uncle abused me, or when I had sex with those guys, this was amazing. We stayed together for the first time that night.
We cuddled the whole way through.
A few months on, life was great, I was using Dan’s computer to research colleges as I wanted to go back to school, when I found a file just marked ‘D’, I opened it and found hundreds of pictures of amputees, at first I was shocked, but then got turned on, I still pretended occasionally but not as much as I did. While Dan was still at work I went to the chemist and bought some bandages, I then tied up both my legs and one arm, I wanted to do both but I couldn’t. When Dan came in I told him I was in the bedroom, he acted shocked to begin with, asked me what I was doing, I told him about the pictures I’d seen and that I didn’t mind, and that I liked it, in fact I didn’t just like pretending to be an amputee I wanted to be an amputee, well at that he got undressed, ‘amputated’ my other arm and we had amazing sex, over and over again, I stayed like that all night, he even took the next day off and I stayed like it the next day.
After that we made it a regular thing, I spent longer like it each time. He bought a wheelchair for me so we could go out, even bought specially adapted clothing for me so I looked real. He took me to a country cottage in Scotland where I spent the entire fortnight as a quad amputee, we even stopped on the motorway on the way to ‘amputate’ my limbs just so no-one in the village knew any different. Every where we went people said ‘you poor thing,’. Then would ask Dan what happened to me, we told them Id been in car accident when I was 8, when we got back to the cottage my knickers were always soaked as I was so turned on by it.
Just before the end of the holiday, Dan cooked dinner, we sat down, he fed me, then said ‘we need to talk’.
I got worried at this point, normally that’s not good. ‘What about’? I asked, hesitantly.
‘Oh, sorry, nothing to worry about’, I breathed a sigh of relief, ‘its just, have you enjoyed the last 2 weeks’?
‘Yes, off course’ I replied ‘I mean as an amputee’? He looked nervous.
‘Yes, I loved every minute of it, you know I always do’. I smiled at him ‘OK, here we go’, he took a deep breath ‘ Don’t freak out or anything, I’ll only ask this once, if you say no, that’s fine, I’ll never mention it again, it won’t change anything, OK’?
‘Yes’ I replied ‘I’ve been doing some research into it, and well I’ve found a guy in Switzerland that can do it, and I don’t mind the cost and it will be in confidence and I’ll look after you and get a nurse if you want and... ‘ ‘What are you talking about’? I interrupted.
‘Would you like to become an amputee, permanently’?
‘Yes’, I replied without a second thought, ‘I’d love to’.
‘Really, are you sure, don’t you want time to think about it, this is a life altering decision, you have to be sure’.
‘I am, very, never been so sure about anything since leaving home, and that was the right decision’.
‘True. You can have any level you want, we can discuss the details when we get home, this is going to be great’ he said excitedly.
He leaned over and gave me a big kiss, ‘Dessert?’ he said suddenly.
He walked back in carrying a big bowl, ‘DAE, mid-thigh DAK’ I said.
‘Sorry’ he replied.
‘I want to be a DAE, mid-thigh DAK amputee, a quad amputee, OK??
‘OK, forget dessert’ he said as he picked me up and took me to the bedroom, both of us so happy, ‘We’ll discuss that with the Dr. next week’.
‘Next week?’ I asked.
‘Yes, we’re going skiing’. He winked.
I couldn’t wait until the next week, those 7 days felt the slowest in my life, finally the day came to fly to Switzerland. We boarded the plane at Manchester early in the morning, it was October and was still dark. When we arrived at Zurich it was covered in snow. We got a taxi to the hotel, Dan told me we had an appointment with the Dr. first thing in the morning. I gave him a kiss and cuddled upto him for the journey to the hotel.
The hotel was a huge country place, secluded and private, as soon as we got to the room, we got changed and went down to the restaurant. We had a lovely dinner, after, we went upstairs, I wanted to get Dan to ‘amputate’ my limbs, but he said no as we had an early start and we needed to discuss what I wanted from this and our cover story. ‘Cover story?’ I asked.
‘Well yes, we can’t very well go home with you having no limbs without some sort of story, I wanted them amputated won’t work’. He said sarcastically ‘True, hadn’t thought of that. Any ideas?’ ‘What about a skiing accident, it’s going to be done here in Switzerland, they do a lot of skiing here so why not. It’s believable.
‘Sounds good to me, can’t think of anything better’.
‘OK, how about this, I was at a meeting so you went of skiing on your own. You wanted a bit of excitement so you went of piste. You had an accident and was unable to get help. When we found you 3 days later, you’d broken both your arms in 3 places, dislocated both your shoulders and got severe frostbite in all your limbs, there was no choice but to amputate. You were in ICU for 2 weeks, before you came round, we thought you were going to die. How’s that?’ ‘You’ve thought about this already, haven’t you?’ ‘Might have’, Dan replied then laughed.
‘OK, so that’s our story, yes?’ ‘Yes, now, exactly what type of amputee do you want to be?’ ‘What would you like me to be?’ I said, I raised an eyebrow and rubbed his leg.
‘A complete quad, DSD, DHD, no stumps’ ‘But don’t you think stumps are sexy?’ ‘Yes, but no stumps are better, what do you want?’ ‘I told you, DAE, DAK, with nice smooth rounded stumps to stroke you with’.
The conversation went on for a while, we eventually decided on a compromise. I’d become a DSD with short leg stumps, though I very nearly decided to become a DHD aswell when he pointed out that having no leg stumps at all to get in the way would mean great sex. I pointed out that I could always have them amputated at a later date. I didn’t sleep much that night, I was far too excited.
The next morning we got up when it was still dark, I showered, made sure I had matching underwear on ( it’s a girl thing!! ), Dan had breakfast brought up to the room. Just before 7 we got a taxi to see the Dr. We pulled up to this big, imposing building, with a long gravel drive, looked like a stately home. I won’t tell you exactly where or the Dr.’s name to preserve his and our confidence.
‘He sees his private clients from home’ Dan said.
We walked into a huge hallway, with a big curved staircase and a huge crystal chandelier, an elderly gentleman let us in, and showed us into the lounge, ‘The Dr. will be with you shortly’, he said in broken English. Dan said something to him in Swiss, I’ve no idea what but the man laughed and then walked off.
A short while later a young woman walked in, no more that 19, blonde and gorgeous, Dan was obviously impressed, I slapped his knee.
‘Dr. will see you now’ with only a hint of an accent.
We walked through a big, heavy wooden door into his surgery. It looked like an average Dr.’s room, clean, sterile, a couch along one wall, a desk against another, a curtain round the couch. A guy greeted us as we walked in, he was mid-forties but still good looking in a sort of rugged, George Clooney way, almost sexy, My Mum would have loved him.
He sat in front of us with a pad of forms. ‘Well lets get straight to the point, Dan here tells me that you want to become an amputee, correct’ he said in perfect, unbroken English.
‘DSD and DAK with short stumps, just long enough to be able to use prosthetics’. I replied He then asked why I wanted to be an amputee, especially one this severe, I replied with a long winded diatribe into how I’d always felt incomplete with limbs, and how I needed this for my mental health, he seemed to buy it too.
‘How old are you’? He asked.
‘21’ I lied.
He wrote 21 on the form, ‘And really, be honest’.
‘16’, I said quietly, ‘17 in February’.
‘Wow, that’s very young, you realise you’ll spend 60 years like this, if not longer’.
‘I know’ I said assuredly.
‘OK’. He then asked about our cover story, we told him, he liked it. He then asked me to get undressed down to my underwear, he needed to examine me, and take photos. After he looked at me, he put some marks with a pen on my legs, ‘This is as high as we can go if you want to be able to use prosthetics, but you’ll have to exercise a lot to make sure the muscles in the remaining limb are strong enough. Your stumps should be about 12-13cm long stumps, OK?’ ‘Great’ I smiled.
OK, We’ll book you in for early December, how does the 6th sound?’ ‘Fine’, Dan and I said in unison. ‘See you then’.
Dan shook hands with the Dr., as he went to shake my hand he said, ‘Just make sure you’re positive this is what you want, once we’ve done it there’s no going back, once they’re off, they’re off, no putting them back on, you understand that, right?’ ‘Yes, completely.’ ‘OK, but you can change your mind, anytime right up to starting the op, OK?’ ‘OK, thanks, bye’.
We left the house, got into the taxi and headed back to the hotel, snow was falling heavily.
There wasn’t much conversation on the journey, we just held hands. We had a lovely evening, we went out to restaurant, on the way back Dan took me into a secluded park and we had sex in the snow, an experience I can tell you that, while good and different, is not one I’d like to experience again, I was so cold, I couldn’t feel my hands and feet for ages after we got back to our room. That night Dan asked me to ‘amputate’ his limbs so he could feel what it’s like, I obliged, we had fun, though I was kind of jealous. Next Morning we flew back to Manchester, it was raining, as usual. There was a pile up on the M62, so it took ages. I jokingly suggested that instead of spending that much money we could stage an accident, Don’t think he appreciated it, ‘I can afford it’, he snapped.
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Note: I mentioned in ‘The Next Morning’ that it was part of a longer story. Well, here’s the beginning of that story, drenched in the grief of a man who has lost his wife, who wakes up every morning wondering how to go on and then, one day, wakes up on a private island in the South Pacific. He’s comfortable enough. There is a beautiful beach house fitted out with every known amenity (and some that are still unknown). But the grief stays with him. And then, on the first anniversary of her death,...
My mums friend, had her sister staying, she was running from an abusive relationship. They had arranged a night out and I went to look after her k**s for a few hours. When I got there they was just about to leave, she told me her husband was in the shower but had to go to a meeting and they would be back by 1am. I went and got settled as their cab arrived. It wasn’t long before the baby needed a bottle and I went and got one for him, he soon went back to sleep. So I watched TV. I got a little...
History By Karen Hansen Monica closed the door behind her, sat her bag of school books down near the door, turned to walk into the living room and then froze in her tracks. She just stood there in total and complete shock. Her green eyes wide and mouth gaping open. In the middle of the living room was her 45 year old father kneeling before a woman. Seeing him in a pose like this was a bit of a surprise. She had always considered him a bit of a ladies' man, with a touch of...
THIS IS FICTIONAL STORY NOT REAL. WHY YOU KEEP DELETING IT?M A L C O L M I N H E R M I D D L E " Lois Comes Home Early " with Lois, Reese, Malcolm, and Dewey The favourite past time of the boys after they come home from school is watching television. Malcolm, Reese, and Dewey glue their eyes to the TV screen and their asses to the couch wasting the time away with Cartoon Network and Monster Trucks. As a responsible and good mother I wished they'd quietly read books or...
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Du fährst grad mit dem aus der Schule zurück nach hause. Im Bus ist auser dir noch der Bussfahrer und Tim. Tim wohnt im selben Ort wir du, und Besucht die Selbe Schule. Du hast nicht so viel mit ihm zu tun da er ein paar jahre jünger ist und zwei klassen unter dir ist. Er sieht ganz gut aus, recht klein, aber dafür schön muskolös. Ihr kommt an und steigt aus dem Bus aus. Da sagt Tim zu dir "Ey John, ich wette mit dir das mein Schwanz um einiges länger ist als deiner!" Diese Herausvorderung von...
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“Mark, can you come in here, and look at this computer?”Shit! “I’ll be a few minutes mom, erm just finishing my homework”. Her white silky panties were wrapped tightly around my cock, I was close to cumming and just needed another couple of minutes.“Ok, but hurry up please”Fuck, hopefully she hadn’t discovered the porn site ( avaae dot com ) I had saved on the laptop. I could feel a burst of adrenalin rushing through my body, adding to the building sexual excitement.My hand slipped up and down...
It seemed odd the way the natives seemingly vanished from the dig, but it didnt really worry Josef that much. After all, he was now able to scan through that single cavern where he had been warned not to enter by several of the natives. "Now what were they hiding." He thought to himself as he walked into the cavern, torch in hand, guiding his way deeper into the dark depths. After several hours looking, a tunnel, previously unseen caused a smile to creep accross the young historian's...
Mind ControlThis is our story. A straight no holes barred, no dancing around the moonlight account of the events over the past few years. Its the way my wife likes it. She told me, “tell it all, nice and straight. And start from the beginning.” And so..... When we first got married, the sex was great. Kris surprised me with her carnal knowledge. The way she would dance her tongue around in your mouth or the effortlessness with which she took to power strokes. But make no mistake I was the master, I could...
EroticSTORIES By LJ Everyone has a story. You just have to be willing to listen... When I first saw him, I thought he might be grieving. He stood before a grave, head bowed, features lost in the bulk of a shapeless topcoat. Only as I approached did he straighten, turning to face me when I walked directly up to the nearby grave I was still digging. There was no grief on that cold, impassive face that caused me to flinch as I took an involuntary step away from him. His dark eyes...
So the Dryth appear to be Time Lords, or maybe they raided Gallifrey and took the TARDIS with them. In any case, far as I can tell, their ship is much bigger on the inside than it has any right to be.Or maybe I’m just running in circles.Yep, I’m running. Yes, naked, with stuff dripping down my legs. Yes, I’m holding on to my boobs. No, it’s not a pretty sight. No, it doesn’t make a ton of sense in my head, but my body saw Bane’s glare and went RUN! RUN! RUN! … so here we are. Running.“You threw...
Fantasy & Sci-FiI tightened my ponytail after shutting the car door outside the gym. I had just enrolled in a gymnastics class to try and get myself back in shape after not doing much physical activity in a few months. It’s not that I had gotten fat, It just felt wrong not getting any exercise. I walked over to the front of the gym, and opened the door. I was greeted by a smiley lady in a gray sweatshirt behind the desk. ‘Name?’ The lady asked. ‘Ivy Bound,’ I said nervously. ‘Looks like it’s your first...
Hi dosto, mera naam utkarsh hai aur mai lucknow me rehta hu. Ye story meri aur meri ek teacher ke bare me hai. Uska naam pooja hai.Ye story tab ki hai jab mai class 12 me tha. Mera lund 6’7’’ ka hai. Pooja dekhne me bahut sundar aur kisi ka bhi khade khade gira sakti hai. Uska figure 36-28-36 hai aur uski umar 25 hai. Ab mai story pe aata hun.Pooja mam muje history padhati thi aur kayi bacche unke yaha coaching karne jaate the mera dost b unme se ek tha ek din maine pucha ki vo kaisa padhati...
He took her to Santini's. On the way, he told her a car had sideswiped hers, and that she hadn't been injured. While she was trying to help others involved in the accident, an explosion had occurred. He left it simple. "Explosion," she said, her voice far away. "I remember light ... all over ... I was submerged in light." "What else do you remember?" he asked, his voice guarded. "Just that. When you said explosion, it just came to me." When they walked into Santini's, Donna met...
They had fourteen head when Bob changed direction and began herding the cattle on a new vector. Brenda was tired by now. She was amazed at how tiring it was just to ride a horse all day ... at least when you had to stay in the saddle as the horse jumped this way and that, breaking into a trot without warning and stopping suddenly. Still, she’d had a good time, and it was the kind of tired she didn’t mind. She felt like she’d actually done something worthwhile that day. The fun part was...
Introduction: No sex, just love, anger, pain, and remorse There is no sex in this story. It is the realistic account of the end of a marriage. It does contain love, anger, pain, and remorse. The night that was View of the crumbling of a marriage. The pavement was wet and cold from the light mid-west October rain. Vibrant colors reflected up from the street as if it were a liquid mirror. He was on his hands and knees crawling around at my feet, splashing around in his own blood. I swore I...
Continued from Arabian Nights - Part I When the music stopped the smoking had begun to take effect and we went into the bedroom. Reem led the way holding my hand and directed me to the bed. She stood the girls in a line and disrobed them while caressing their bodies and telling me that they all knew the rules. Anything goes. She undid Sabah's bra and as her dark hangers fell my cock came to full attention at the site of her huge chocolate nipples. Her areola were gigantic and the nipples big...
You rise from the pile of shredded grass that forms your bed, before heading outside to spread your wings and catch some sunlight to warm your cold and sluggish blood. You feel like there's something you need to remember, something that came to you in a dream last night... Then you hear the hooffalls, and you remember. Last night, you realised that as long as you conformed to the stereotype, as long as you remained the greedy, lusty, dumb brute that dragons are supposed to be, you would never...
FantasyEllie jumped off his lap and fumbled through her clothes on the table. She found her jacket and slipped it on. Cain watched her pretty bottom and back, the slender waist, and her long, lean legs below. She was seventeen years old and had taken dance classes for a fair number of those years. Living two thousand miles away from each other, Cain and his wife had never been to see her young cousin dance, but they had watched videos on Facebook. Cain had found her to be lovely, but so very young....
TabooEro Pics might refer to a number of things, depending on who you ask. In Latin, ero means a single piece from a big collection, so perhaps this is just a site with one picture on it. That’d be a waste of time, of course, so we are better off consulting Google. The big computer brain tells us the initials stand for Electronic Return Originator, which frankly doesn’t sound sexy either. Another potential variation is the Education Review Office, which makes Eropics sound like it might be a...
Porn Pictures SitesOur cast of characters: Lisa and Keith, sister and brother. Ruth and Eric, mother and father. Ruth went upstairs to Lisa’s bedroom. “Kids, supper’s on—” She opened the door to the scene of a nude Lisa on top of a nude Keith, one of those 42D breasts stuffed in his mouth. “Lisa, is it okay?” “Yeah, mom.” “He’s been at it since you guys came home from school.” “He needs it, mom.” “He’s going to chew your nipple off.” “It’s okay, mom. That breast cream takes away the...
TV GROUPIE--2 by "C. C." Standing there, awkwardly feminine and embarrassingly nude, I felt at a distinct disadvantage when it came to bargaining. Nonetheless, I tried: "You may have a point," I said, trying to sound confident, "but don't forget the trouble I could make for your girlfriend here," I nodded at JoBeth, "if I chose. Now instead of starting out at cross-purposes, let's see if we can't accommodate each other a little." I took a deep breath and tried not to think of what...
Authors Notes Im having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and Im still writing. Im just having a hard time finding the time to write 6-8K words every day. Thanks for sticking with me :] _____________________________ CHAPTER SEVEN: Scene 01: Cassius – Sex? No. Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes. Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes. _____________________________ [u]CASSIUS[u] He wasnt a man to use the word cute. But Callia, today,...
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OVER ***** A mermaid. That’s what Valour had thought when he spied the floating figure in the rough waters of the black ocean. It hadn’t taken them long to haul the pale skinned creature from the inky grasp of the sea waters, but when they did his men crowded around her, bodies moving with the sways of the ship. She was beautiful. Fine bone features celebrated full pinks lips, striking against the bloodless complexion of her skin. Her eyes, large and doe like with...
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Porn AggregatorsIntroduction: When I came home from the Army I was hard, generally uncaring and didnt like being around people. In short, I was an asshole. This is the true story of a woman I met when I came home, the only problem was that she was married. INTRODUCTION – When I came out of the Army, I had been trained for a war that never came. I had spent more time in the woods than in civilization and had become cold and hard. I had peaked at 205# with a 28 waist and my legs were heavy from hundreds of miles...
Of course, the longer this time lasts, the more I begin to indulge my dirtier fetishes. Things always start relatively tame. Traditional guy on girl. Then some lesbian porn. Then group sex. And on and on it goes. And then I get to my biggest fetish, the one I try to hold out on. The one I never shared with the women I dated. Strap-on sex. No, not girls using strap-ons on each other. Girls strapping-on guys. I don’t know why, but from the very first time I stumbled upon one of these...
So for this weeks exploit we bring you 18 year old Nikki’s first ever porn shoot video. Yes we debuted shy Nikki with twin peaks Gabbie a few weeks back in an oh so hot 3way, but this scene was shot the day before. Nikki, who was named after Motley Crue’s rocker Nikki Sixx, seems to be way more responsible of an 18 year old then most that pass through our doors. What do you think our little classic rocker wants the money for? To blow it on partying? Nope. Fake tits you ask? Nope...
xmoviesforyouMy name is Nick, I live with my mum and dad in the suburbs...I haven't got a girlfriend right now ...so I have gotten into the habit of releasing my sexual tension in my room when I get home..and before Mum and Dad get home from work . This one day I had had a lot of stress and I just went straight up to my bedroom when I got home...I had noticed that Mum and Dad's cars were not in the driveway.so I had a good hour to myself . I got out one of my magazine collection and started right off...in...
IncestHey there! A new story for you here. This one follows immediately after ‘The Real Party’ so reading it is recommended but not required. Contains: futa, celebs, etc etc. Everyone is over 18, comments and feedback is welcome. Enjoy! *** Lucy sighed as the warm water cascaded over her body. Last night was exactly what she needed. Initially, she was stuck at a London party for media executives. She expected it to be filled with slapping people off of her as they tried to make a play. She wasn’t...
How Mom and I started…. It was 1992, I was 17 and like every other 17 yr old, I was horny 24/7. I was masturbating 4 or more times a day! I had just graduated from High School and I was almost 18…just shy by 6 months or so… Just a little background, My Mom worked 9-5 and my Dad worked weird swing shifts where he would work a different shift each week… So for the most part I was home alone the whole summer and I stayed naked all day because I was by myself in the house..I had a part time...
IncestSo we arrived at the station and shared a taxi to the hotel. The receptionist was a cute brunette with small boobs and a pretty face. My colleagues and I parted ways to find our separate rooms and quickly agreed to meet for a drink in a couple of hours. I was relieved to now have some time to myself. I walked up the stairs (I try to stay in shape and rarely use lifts) to the 3rd floor to find my room. Room 37, this was it. I opened the door and dropped my bag on the freshly laundered bed...
A foot sticks out from the edge of the bed, chubby little pink toes with red toenails on a small puffy foot. The rest of you is covered, satin sheets curving like rolling hills over your voluptuous body, blonde frizzy curls cascading over your face. Daylight has begun to light the room, but you are still asleep; only the foot looks ready for play. Hours ago I was sucking those toes as I gave you what you wanted, what you begged for. Now they just hang out in space, being adorable. Calling...
Robert stood up and started to clear away the plates whilst Catherine moved back into the kitchen to finish off the cooking and start serving up.“Do you want a hand?” asked Alice.“No, no, you stay seated; it won’t take long to plate up, Robert will help. Besides which, you are our guest tonight,” replied CatherineCharles watched her arse as she turned and walked into the kitchen, moving behind the breakfast bar area. Catherine had been wrong when she thought nobody had seen her husband feel her...
NovelsChapter 18 Garden snakes tails point to where beehives thrive, where birds don’t fly.It seemed she was the only one, knowing why. She put on a full-length cotton dress. The kind women wore in the southern states around the turn of the century. Though she wore sun-blocking contacts making her eyes look human, she also wore small circular, Benjamin Franklin style wire-rimmed sunglasses. She tied a wide-brimmed straw hat at the neck with a pink nylon scarf to protect herself from the sun while...
Both my wife and I come from large families. When we are all together, there's over fifty in attendance. Even though we don't gather frequently, we are a pretty close knit family. My name is Howard, Howdy to most since I was a kid. I was given the nickname because my youthful awkwardness reminded my friends of the TV character, Howdy Doody. My given name was given me as a reminder to my very famous, mega-wealthy biological father, that his sexually indiscreet ways with his promiscuous...
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Incest Porn SitesEarly Sunday morning, a little after 8 a.m., I received a surprise phone call on my normal cell phone from my mother in Palm Springs. Her little house was less than a mile away from Mr. DeLuca's house and she had heard a loud explosion right before dawn but didn't think anything about it until the radio news reports came in of a major explosion at the house of a famous former mobster. Checking the local Palm Springs TV station websites, I found two that were running live TV reports from...
Hello, I am Saurabh 19 year old from Mumbai an engineering student as well. I am fair, 5’10” with a dick size of almost 6 inch. This is my first story here in the iss. Suggestions are welcome @ Let’s start with the story now as I have braces I go for a regular checkup to the dentist (every month). Her name is ankita (unmarried) and she is the one who runs the clinic she is in her late 20’s a young gujarati girl with perfect body a very fair girl with perfect shape boobs and sweet voice. Her...
Luke grinned and flexed his hand as he left the conference room, working out the residual ache. He was still feeling pretty damned good despite the early meeting schedule. Not about the meeting itself of course, that had been the usual boring financial tripe. No, he was still reveling in the memories of last night. Last night... His chest swelled with pride and his ego grew to bursting proportions. Fuck, it had been fantastic! Thinking back he chuckled to himself, remembering scoffing at her...
BDSM"The Story Thus Far" Wednesday, December 20th, night As the two lovers lay there half asleep, the phone rang. Dave heard it but did not have the strength or desire to roll over and actually answer the phone. The phone rang six times and then voice mail answered it. "Why didn't you answer that?" Mishy asked. She had dozed off but the phone had woken her up. "Didn't have the strength," Dave told her and kissed the top of her head. "What if it was important?" "I can't...
Markus was standing in the middle of a party, trying to conceal the biggest boner he could ever remember having. It was straining against his pants, begging to be released, begging to find the woman who’d caused it, the woman whose name was now racing through his mind... Amber. What a perfect name. What a perfect, sexy, deeply erotic name. Everything about it turned him on. Amber. Amber. ***Amber*** All he wanted to do was find this Amber. Find her, strip her off, and fuck her, while...
I definitely wasn’t expecting to catch my cousin smoking in the bathroom! My mom would be pissed if she found out so I quckly closed the door behind me and decided to join in on the fun.. After a few puffs, my cousin started to come onto me. I knew it was wrong, but she looked so sexy as she teased me. My cock instantly got hard when she pulled her top down and played with her perky tits.. She got her knees and began suck me off! I decide to give my cousin exactly what she needs; watch as...
xmoviesforyouDan and Wendy kissed and hugged Diane, Brenda, Brad, and Abby, then exited the hospital. The hot, humid air was still heavy this late at night as they walked to the Shelby. Opening the passenger door for her, Wendy put her arms around his neck, giving him a long and passionate kiss. He held her close to him, caressing her left tit. “Thank you so much for being here for me for being my lover and partner. We make a pretty good team together,” he said. “No thanks is needed, Dan. I love you we...
AUNT CATHY’S GIGOLO I served my country honorably until I took a shot to the hip. Not much an Army Ranger can do without a useable hip. I was patched up pretty well, but still given a medical discharge, some very nice VA benefits, and decided to go to college full time. In my four and a half years of active duty I managed to get a full year of college. My Aunt Cathy runs a hair salon from her home about four hours from my parent’s place. About ten minutes from her house is a university I’d...
"Go get him, Bennie!" Tim called, and Bennie went flying from the room. Moments later the sound of Shep's heavy panting came from the livingroom, and then the dog entered the bedroom. Carolyn lay upon the floor, twisting and turning as she cried in desperation trying to satisfy herself now that her husband's young son had stepped away from her. Tim saw Shep bounding into the room, with Bennie fast behind him and he spoke. "Here, Mom... here's something that will help you...
Kelly patted my butt. "Sweetie let's finish getting dressed. We have a big night ahead of us." Both of us hurriedly put on our clothes. As soon as we were dressed I followed Kelly back into her office closet. Tonya had brought us four shopping bags. I watched while Kelly filled them with sexy lingerie, exotic dresses and several pairs of spike heeled shoes. Once she was done Kelly turned to me and said, "There, that should be enough sexy clothing for several very hot fashion shows." I smiled....
CuckoldLet me tell you about the fascinating woman I met at the dog park the other day. She was sitting on a bench under an oak tree. Our dogs became fast friends and as they tore around the park chasing each other, I sat next to her. The first thing I noticed she was wearing the flag of a person who is receiving chemo, of course I mean the bandanna tied around her head. We talked about dogs and dog parks while we watched our pets. Her dog would play with mine, then suddenly stop, and come to her...
Chris moved carefully and quietly through the darkness, around the edge of the dune fence that separated the small bungalow from the beach house he had been sharing with his friends. It had been a great vacation by the shore, and now that his buddies were gone he was feeling restless. The summer was winding down, and he had a few days left to himself, alone. The partying was over, and he was horny... He had spotted the two girls when they had moved in a month ago - a cute, slim brunette with...
I let out a sigh as i walk into my house. "Empty as always." I muttered to myself, as i walk towards my kitchen. I wasn't really in the mood to cook anything big and fancy, so i just made some noodles. I went to the living room, and sat down on my couch. I turned on some TV, it was some stupid run of the mill sitcom but whatever. It will do for now. As i ate that creeping feeling of........ I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it...
FantasyThey went through the portal into the bank. Paul requested his safe deposit box and removed his things. He selected his bow, arrows, a jacket of boiled leather, his sword, a set of throwing knives and a large stash of coins. He also grabbed a large cape, several sets of clothing and a leather rucksack. He attached these to various fastenings around himself with obvious ease and practice. He gave Tom a knife and a large wooden staff. "Sorry Tom, but that's all I have spare, we'll get more...
The head of Charles' cock felt spongy and delicate in my mouth as I ran my tongue over it and heard Charles gasp above me. I opened my mouth wider and tried to get more of his shaft down. The deeper I went the more I could smell a thick yet pleasant musk that seemed to come from Charles balls. I forced myself down deeper to try and get at it but ended up gagging myself on Charles' thick cock. Tears sprang to my bulging eyes and I ended up choking and sputtering for air. Charles looked down and...