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Sam Green finished setting up his new auction account, wondering if he had the balls to go all the way.

The idea had come to him when he'd received yet another new toy that he'd ordered on the internet. The flashlight was hardly a technical marvel, but the novelty of only having to shake it for light, never having to worry about batteries, was enough to make Sam click the buy button.

As soon as he shook the flashlight and turned it on for the first time, the idea lit up in his head along with the LED. The motion of shaking it to power it up was similar to something that he was all too familiar with, while the shape spoke of something else entirely.

Only someone as socially awkward and sexually frustrated as Sam could have possibly considered the idea that popped into his head.

Sam's geeky, creative streak kicked in immediately. Though he knew the principle of how the flashlight worked, his brand new purchase was in pieces only minutes after he pulled it out of the box. A couple of weeks later, the weirdest thing he'd ever purchased arrived, and also ended up in pieces — a vibrator.

The process took a couple of months, but he finally managed to come up with a design that actually worked. He had to put in a larger capacitor and magnet to get enough power, but his clear plastic prototype vibrating powerfully in his hand was worth all the work.

With phase one complete, Sam moved on to the more important part of his fantasy. A lot of internet research and several brown paper wrapped boxes later, he finished the molds and went to work on the real thing.

Now, sitting in front of the computer, Sam spun the vibe in his fingers, and knew that he had to do it. The vibrators were molded from his cock, and the fantasy of a dozen women getting off with his dick was too much to resist. Advertising them as green-powered and guaranteed to ship by Earth Day should attract a lot of interest, and might even make him enough money to break even on all that he'd spent to make the twelve vibrators.

He had to laugh at the irony, because he lumped in Earth Day with Arbor Day, Flag Day, and numerous other holidays that he considered pointless wastes of time designed to line somebody's pockets.

Sam took the pictures, set up the auctions, and went to bed to fantasize about what would happen when he shipped them out in a few days.

Sam cautiously looked around, though it was unlikely that anyone would be anywhere near his lair of servers and wires. He blinked through his auction pages and couldn't help a quiet yes of excitement.

A few blogs and forums had picked up his listings for weird and funny auction posts, pushing his hits through the roof. If the current bids held up, he would actually make a profit off of this whole adventure — besides the abundant masturbatory fantasy fuel.

"Dammit," he cursed when the phone rang. "I.S., Sam Green speaking."

"Just leave it alone and I'll be there in a minute," he said once the woman had described the problem she was having with her computer. He grabbed his bag, left the lair, and went to work.

Teri let out an exasperated, derisive sigh when he appeared at her cubicle a minute or so later. "God, I thought you said that you fixed this thing last time."

Sam's desire to slap her silly for crashing her computer again warred with the arousal that her bared cleavage caused. "I did."

"Well, obviously not," she replied, her voice as much a sneer as the expression on her face. "Just fix the thing," she demanded, and then swept out of her cubicle.

"Bitch," he muttered as he sat down.

As expected, the crash was her fault. Sam got the system back online in a couple of minutes, just in time for Teri to return with a cup of coffee.

"About time," she spat, and made an impatient gesture for him to get out of her chair.

"You're welcome," he said as he walked past her.

"Whatever."

Sam rolled his eyes and decided that he was going to go through and block all her favorite non work-related websites again as soon as he got back to his desk.

"Hey, Sam."

Sam's heart jumped in his chest and his stomach tightened upon hearing the voice.

"Hey, Denise," he answered, and inwardly winced when he could hear every ounce of his nervousness in his voice.

"Uhm — I've got a little problem," she said while pointing to her computer and shrugging apologetically. She nervously twisted a lock of her shoulder-length auburn hair between her fingers.

Sam found it hard to avoid staring at her. She wasn't a slutty blonde like Teri, but she was still hot — and she didn't treat him like an insect. He glanced in and didn't see anything obviously wrong with the computer. "What is it?"

"I sort of accidentally closed something before I saved it."

"I can bring up the last automatic backup for you, but that won't help with anything between then and now."

"I've been working on it for an hour."

"I should be able to get a lot of it back, then."

Denise folded her hands as if in prayer as she stood up. "Oh, please, please," she said as she moved out of the way.

Sam sat down and reached for the mouse. Denise walked in right next to him, and he felt his cock hardening from the sight of her skirt-clad bottom in his peripheral vision.

"New background, I see," he nervously bantered, trying to cover up the blush that he knew was rising in his cheeks.

"I changed it for Earth Day. If you can't get that file back for me, I'm going to get recycled."

Sam brought up the screen and Denise leaned in to point at one of the files, bringing her full breasts within a few tantalizing inches of his face. "That's it."

"The last backup was ten minutes ago," he said, and brought the document up.

"Scroll down," Denise asked, and took up her prayer pose again. As soon as Sam reached the bottom of the document, she let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank god. You're a lifesaver."

"Hey, no problem," he said, and then got up out of the chair. "Just remember to save a little more often."

"I will. I don't think my heart could take another shock like that any time soon. Thank you."

"Just doing my job," Sam responded, holding his bag of tools and discs in front of him to hide his erection as he left the cubicle.

Thankfully, nobody else bothered him as he returned to his lair. He brought up the auction pages again to find that several had new bids. "Two days to go," he said, and leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile.

The last of the auctions closed, and Sam let out a whoop. The bidding had more than exceeded any of his expectations, and he would actually be well in the black after shipping all twelve toys out.

Two of the top bidders had already paid and mailed their information before the rest of the auctions even closed. A third came in as Sam took a victory drink from his bottle of beer. He clicked on the email, and his jaw dropped open.

Denise Rogers.

Sam could barely believe it at first, but everything matched up. His hot coworker had won one of the auctions. He was as stiff as a board in a few seconds, the fantasies in his head even more vivid now.

Naturally, he went to bed immediately — and not to sleep.

Sam packed up all of the toys and shipped them out. He decided to take a slight risk, and put a little note in with each one that had what he was positive was a female name. It offered to refund the cost of shipping for a picture of the buyer with the toy. He didn't specify the details of the picture, but hoped that what he'd implied might just entice a couple of wild women to take him up on it.

The days passed as the mail went on its way, and then the first picture arrived. Unfortunately, it was what he expected, rather than what he hoped for. The woman was fully clothed, a little on the large side, and simply holding the vibrator. Sam kept his promise, and sent the refund.

The second picture was much the same, except that the woman was pretty hot.

He saw a third and fourth email with attachments when he checked his mail at work.

One of them was from Denise.

Though he struggled with the decision all day long, Sam avoided the temptation to open either of the messages. He couldn't help walking by her cubicle and looking in a couple of times, though.

The minutes felt like hours as Sam waited for quitting time. When it finally arrived, he hurried home and went straight to his computer.

No more emails had come in during the day, so Sam's pointer hovered over Denise's. At the last second, he decided to open the other one first. It proved to be a bra and panty picture of a woman who looked to be in her forties. She wasn't bad looking, and the pic brought a smile to his face — as well as a rise in his pants.

Sam sent the refund, and then returned to his mailbox. He offered a little prayer to anyone who would listen, and clicked on the message.

An excited groan escaped him when he saw the pic. He'd dreamed about what Denise would look like in her underwear more times than he could imagine. The material was thin enough to give him teasing glimpses of her nipples beneath the bra. The toy, molded from his cock, lay on her flat stomach. Her face was hidden, just like the other pictures he'd received, but knowing her allowed him to fill in the blank. That one picture was worth every ounce of effort he'd put forth.

The one below it nearly gave him a heart attack.

Sam scrolled down, his heart pounding as the picture rose into view. His toy was half buried in her moist canal, her nether lips clinging to it. The photo was taken up close, from a point of view angle. His eyes drank in every crease and crinkle of her folds while his cock throbbed. He could almost feel the real thing replacing the replica on the screen. Below it, she'd typed, Going green has never felt so good.

His pants dropped to the floor in short order.

Once he recovered, Sam sent the refund, along with a message thanking her for the picture, and telling her how much he enjoyed it. He then loaded up photo paper into the printer, and printed off copies to put in the dresser next to the bed.

Sam was more than a little chafed and drained when he drifted off to sleep.

The next day at work, the building was a little gloomy, because the boss had decided to turn out half of the lights as a PR stunt for Earth Day. It might have been irritating, except that he'd also decided that everyone would only work half a day. His favorite toady had wandered throughout the building, passing out witty little memos reminding everyone to turn out their lights for Earth Hour that evening, apparently oblivious to the ream of paper he'd wasted in doing it.

Virtually nothing went haywire with the computers all day, leaving Sam plenty of time to sit with the image of Denise's big tits covered by a thin bra, and her perfect, pink pussy fixed in his head.

When someone finally had an issue at almost the early quitting time, Sam couldn't help walking by her cubicle. She glanced over at him and smiled, but snapped her eyes back to her computer a second later. Sam took a deep breath and continued on, planning to have everything ready so that he could jet out right at one o'clock.

"Hey, Sam."

Sam's eyes widened when he heard her call. He turned around to see her peeking out of her cubicle and beckoning him back. With no bag to hide it this time, he prayed that she wouldn't notice his cock rapidly going from half mast to full sail as he walked back to her.

Denise bit her lip when he walked into her cubicle, and then whispered, "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Yeah, sure," he responded, wondering why she was whispering.

"I've got a problem, but it's not here, it's at home."

Sam's mind whirled. She's asking me to come to her place.

"Pretty please?"

Sam realized that he was standing there lost in his own chaotic thoughts, and his lips were moving before his brain caught up. "Yeah, sure."

"It's almost quitting time. You can follow me when we leave. See you in the parking lot?"

"Yeah, I'll be there," Sam answered, wondering how in the world he was going to keep it together alone with her, in the same house where he knew that she was using the vibrator he'd made in his own image.

"Great. Thanks." She hesitated for a second before turning back to her computer, and Sam only found the presence of mind to walk away once her big, brown eyes left his.

Sam was in a fog for the final few minutes of the day. He moved on auto-pilot back to his lair, gathered up his things, and then left as soon as the second hand crossed over to quitting time. When he walked out into the parking lot, Denise was standing by her car, and broke out into a smile when she saw him. She gave a little wave, and then climbed into her car.

Denise glanced into her rearview mirror often during the drive, making sure that he was still behind her. It was only when he pulled up and parked next to her that it dawned on him that he hadn't brought any of his tools or anything with him. He silently cursed himself, and prayed that whatever was wrong with her computer was something that he could take care of without his bag of tricks.

Denise walked over to her door, unlocked it, and turned to say, "Come on in."

Never in his life would he have dreamed that he might ever follow Denise into her apartment, even to work on her computer. She gestured to the machine, and Sam let his brain switch into geek mode, which helped calm some of the turbulence in his head. He walked over, sat down, and reached for the mouse.

Sam's eyes shot wide open when the screen saver shut down and he saw one of his auction pictures on the screen.

"If you're trying to hide who you are, it helps if you don't leave your Star Trek keychain sitting in the picture," Denise said from behind him.

Dumbfounded, Sam turned back to her and muttered, "I..."

"Why didn't you ever ask me out?"

"Uhm ... Uh ... Me?"

"Yes, you," she responded, and then laughed. When she saw that he was still at a loss for words, she leaned down and opened a drawer in the computer desk. She pulled out the vibrator that she'd won in the auction and shook it, the magnet clacking back in forth in its track as it charged the toy.

"I love this. All I've done is go through batteries lately. I got so sick and tired of dating jerks that I just gave up." Denise gave the toy a few more, much quicker shakes. "So, you never answered my question. Aren't I your type?"

"No — I mean yes — I mean..."

Denise put a finger to his lips and smiled at him. "You're cute. You just need to stop letting people walk all over you." She brought the vibe up next to her face and stroked her cheek with it. "This is you, isn't it?" Her eyes darted down to his crotch for a second.

"Yeah," he answered, the sensual tone of her voice and the sight of his clone cock against her cheek giving him enough encouragement to find his voice.

"Want to skip the whole having coffee and going to dinner thing and get to the good part?" She didn't wait for an answer, but instead leaned over the chair and kissed him.

Sam could almost imagine cartoon fireworks going off around them as her soft lips pressed against his. She tasted of mint and strawberries, and her tongue slipping out to caress his lips nearly made him swoon.

She licked her lips when she broke away from the kiss, and popped open the top button of her blouse. She tilted her head toward the bedroom door, twitched her eyebrows, and walked that way.

Sam followed; swearing that he would kill anyone who woke him up if this was a dream, his eyes roving from her bottom swaying beneath her skirt up to her blouse coming open as she continued to undo buttons. By the time he stepped into her bedroom, the blouse was billowing freely as she walked.

Denise turned around at the side of her bed, tossed her vibe onto the mattress, and shrugged her blouse to the floor. She reached behind her to pop open the clasp of her bra, and slipped the straps off of her shoulders as he reached her. Her fingers curled around his wrists, and she brought his hands up to her breasts.

Sam lifted the cloth and cupped her tits in his hands. Denise let out a moan and her head lolled backward, her auburn hair billowing in the breeze of a ceiling fan above. He caressed the heavy globes with his fingers, and let his thumbs brush over the stiff, pink points.

Denise sucked in a gasp as he teased her nipples, and reached for his cock. Sam let out a sharp groan as her fingers traced the erection beneath his jeans. He reluctantly removed his hands when she finished taking off her bra, though he was more than happy with the unobstructed view, and even more pleased when she reached for the button of his jeans.

His breaths coming in long, deep pants, Sam's eyes roved over her body as she unzipped his fly, pulled down his jeans, and slipped her hand beneath his boxers to wrap her fingers around his cock.

"Oh my. You're so hard," she said while looking into his eyes. Her tongue wetted her lips once more, and then she sank to her knees.

Denise pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees with a quick tug, and then wrapped her right hand around the base of his shaft. She leaned in, her lips parting, and lapped the swollen head of his cock.

Sam lurched from her touch and groaned. She sensually chuckled and looked up at him, her tongue still gliding over his glans. Then, she took him in her mouth.

He could have died on the spot — and thought for a moment that he just might — with absolutely no regrets, as she took him in her hot mouth. She didn't play around or tease, she took him deep, and fast. Sam rested his hands on her bare shoulders as he watched her hair bounce from her efforts.

Denise released him with a slurp, and then looked up at him again. "Feel good?" She asked, and then bit down on her tongue with a smile.

"Fucking incredible," Sam breathed.

"Mmm — good." Then she wrapped her lips around him again.

After only a few sucks, Sam knew that he was in trouble. He could already feel the itch in the tip of his cock and the tightness beneath his balls that let him know he was going to come soon. He bent his will to holding it off, but his will was nothing compared to the feeling of her sucking his cock.

He pushed her away just before he reached the point of no return, gasping for breath. "About to ... Sorry."

"It's okay," she responded. "I like that I can get you that hot so fast. Will it take you long to get hard again if you come?"

If the marathon of masturbating to her pictures was any indication, Sam doubted that it would take long. "I don't think so."

"Then come for me."

Sam grunted as she took him in again, regaining all the ground that she'd lost when he pushed her away in only a couple of sucks. He panted, still trying to hold it off, but he knew it was too late. The grip of his fingers on her shoulders tightened, he groaned, and erupted in her mouth.

Denise moaned around him, pumping her hand over his shaft while she softly sucked for the copious amounts of cream spurting from his tip. Sam trembled and twitched, only able to keep his balance because of his hands on her shoulders. She seemed to know exactly when he was growing too sensitive to handle any more, and let him slip free of her lips with a final moan. She kissed the tip, making it jump, and then guided him to sit on the bed.

Sam sat down — or rather collapsed because his weak knees refused to support him any longer — and fought to keep his eyes open while she untied his shoes, removed them, and then dispensed with his pants as well. He felt as if he was burning up, and removed his shirt with trembling hands.

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The colors from the night before had all run together into a gray sunrise. She slowly woke up to find herself alone in his bed. She lay there for a few minutes, absolutely loving the feel of his bed sheets on her naked body. After prolonging getting out of bed long enough, she set foot on the floor, the carpet of his bedroom tingling her bare feet. She walked over to his closet and found one of his white shirts, which fit her with plenty of room to spare. She walked into the kitchen, where she...

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Fall of Mrs Green

Recently, due to the rise of feminism, the CHYOA Motor Company Ltd. was hit with a huge tax fine because there were almost no women in leadership positions. In order to evade the fine the company had to restructure its executive and managerial staff to increase the gender diversity in leadership. The first step in this restructuring evasion tactic was to completely change the HR department. Previously, it consisted of two employees-one Junior and one Senior manager - both male) who had other...

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Frank and Harry Green

Harry Green and I had been exchanging text messages to arrange that beer we had promised, we decided that he would pop round that afternoon, I certainly wanted to find out more about the situation with Danni and hoped that he would come clean and be honest. He arrived just after 2pm, Lisa was out with friends and he caught me on the hop as I had just got out of the shower and had answered the door in just my boxer shorts, “Hi Frank” he said, “Sorry for being a little early, I hope I haven’t...

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Gathering In The Green

It is bitterly cold. A freezing wind carries flurries of damp sleet that sticks to everything in its path. The open area is filled with spectators, despite the weather. The crowd shudders in unison as a fresh blast of frigid air whistles through the air, the streets, the coats and the already damp blankets of those watching. Smart peddlers mingle with the crowd, attempting to foist everything from food to hope on the gullible and the desperate. Pickpockets slither from group to group,...

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Red or Green

A basic tenet of being an officer in the US Army is never order one of your NCOs to do something you don’t know how to do. You will probably not know how to do whatever it is as well as your NCOs – but you should know the basics. This is hammered into you from day one and a lesson you should not ever forget at your peril. Fast forward 20 years. Now in command of a Combat Engineer Battalion tasked to provide route clearance and counter-IED in Area of Operations (AO) Rogue, consisting of most of...

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Beauty Green

Ryan stood before his wife flabbergasted at the sight she now offered. "You don't like it?" she questioned curiously, swinging her left leg loosely while standing in concern. Ryan moved forward into her position. "I love it" he answered sincerely, his hands moving up into her recently dyed green head of hair still wet from a completed shower. Malena smiled contently and closed her eyes softly as she felt her husbands lips reach out for her own, his hands fumbling through the lime colored locks....

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Grass is greener

I've always found this friend of mines aunt to be hot. One day I was visiting him, she stopped by. Wearing a halter top that barely contained her massive tits..I scoped her out for awhile.

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The Grass Is Greener

Blinding white. That was all he saw. But if felt like something too. It was white, but it seemed to stretch on, for as far as one could see. But it was filled, packed to the brim. It felt crowded. But his eyes told him that he was encompassed by nothing. Nothing but white. He moved his foot and felt purchase on solid ground, but when he looked, and listened, there was nothing. No sound, and no ground. He would have liked to say that he was afraid. Actually, he was. But he didn't know where he...

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Box Shaped HeartChapter 16 The Grass Is Always Greener

There was no possible way to reason with the guy, nor did he take hints. Simon was like a stupid dog that needed a lot of training. After closing the door a few more times in his face, and a few others telling him to just go home already, Carter had had to open the door wide and try to have a conversation with the guy. “Do you have any idea how this looks? The neighbors will see your car parked in the driveway!” he pointed the finger at Simon. “It’s not the first time I come to your house,”...

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In the Mountain Greenery

My wife and I were out for a drive in Snowdonia and knowing a quiet spot I pulled off the main road and drove about a mile up onto the mountain. When I got there, there was already another car there but with this being a popular hiking area I assumed the occupant was a walker and was somewhere up on the mountain. I got the two chairs out the boot and we sat a watched a pair of dippers on the stream that ran past the car park. After about half an hour I wandered up the mountain to see if I could...

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A Flash of Green

I want to thank all of you for your critiques. Though I may not always agree, they, never the less, aid in my quest to better my writing. Unfortunately for some, there is no sex in this story. *************** ‘Ellen, get the door would you? I’m stuck in the bathroom!’ I heard my wife acknowledge, as her footsteps sounded over the tiled floors heading to the front entrance. As I finished my business, I was curious why I didn’t hear anything from Ellen. I thought she would have told me who...

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Green

Laying there in a daze, she hadn't even noticed him come in the door. Seeing his wife masturbating made him smile, and his cock started to get hard. He dropped his pack and took off his boots, socks, and shirt, leaving him in only a beater, his pants, and boxer briefs under that. Bending over to his pack, he took out a set of white fuzzy handcuffs with three cuffs that he had picked up earlier that day, and grabbing a scarf from off of the hanger, he slid over to the sofa. Slipping the...

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Roses are Red Spinach is Green

She started to cry, and I thought she was crying because she was happy. I tried to make a joke to get her to stop. ‘Gee, if I’d have known you were going to do that, I wouldn’t have asked you.’ ‘It’s not you. It’s me.’ ‘Well?’ ‘Well, what?’ ‘Will you marry me?’ Christa wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then pulled a tissue from the box on the end table and blew her nose. She’d stopped sobbing, but her shoulders still shook and she wouldn’t look at me. ‘I told you I don’t know. I...

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Big Green

Loosely based on true events and it is my first story so please be easy. Being a Marine for most meant traveling, working out and above all alpha males only. For me all of this was of interest but I didn’t work out and I was definitely not an ‘Alpha Male’. Slim in stature I stood all of five foot, six inches weighing in at a whopping 145 pounds. I wasn’t much to look at in a uniform but out of one was another story, I could dress with the best and I looked good doing it, that was the best part.

3 years ago
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Big Green

Loosely based on true events and it is my first story so please be easy. Being a Marine for most meant traveling, working out and above all alpha males only. For me all of this was of interest but I didn't work out and I was definitely not an "Alpha Male". Slim in stature I stood all of five foot, six inches weighing in at a whopping 145 pounds. I wasn't much to look at in a uniform but out of one was another story, I could dress with the best and I looked good doing it, that was the best part....

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ColorsChapter 7 Key Lime Green

Leia finished telling her story and waited for Samantha's response. She couldn't believe how easy it had been to tell her everything. "So how long did the colors stay vivid for you?" "Almost a week. That all you have to say?" "Sweetie, it isn't anything new in my world. " "But I fucked over my friend." "It would appear you did, love." Sam looked sympathetic, which was not the reaction that Leia had been expecting. "But that's SCREWED up! You're sitting here and saying...

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Goings on in the Dorm

A Chastened Tale Demetri swallowed. He was a virgin and cowered as Chrissie just stood there, staring into his eyes without blinking, sticking out her tits so that they barely made contact with his chest. He tried to back away but had already met the wall of her dorm room. How had he gotten trapped in there? The only way out was through her unless—unless she stepped aside and allowed him to leave. If she didn’t—she’d have them fully against him and he didn’t know if he could deny her...

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Going To The Dogs in Suburbia

My Cousin's Pet or Going to the Dogs in Suburbia Going to the Dogs in Suburbia Categories: Ff, Non-consent/reluctance, humiliation Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It portrays two young women in a human-dog / owner relationship. This story is not real and should not be used as anything but fuel for fantasies. The author in no way, form, or fashion condones the sexual abuse of minors. Consent is an essential element for any sex act and, while this story depicts otherwise,...

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Going Down UnderChapter 2

From Chapter 1 “…I don’t want to interrupt what sounds like a fascinating lesson, but I need to ask the Professor here a question. Mr. Simmons has taken ill and will be out for a while. He and I were supposed to accompany the students on the annual school trip in two weeks. We’re going to Fraser Island, which you would find interesting. Would you like to go on the school trip, Professor? We will be staying ten days.” The room was silent for a moment before Cindy said, “Oh Professor,...

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Going Down Under Chapter 3

…I want to show you something,” Adele said as she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them off of her hips. She had a beautiful ass, not just for her age but for any age. She spread her ass and showed me her asshole. “No man has ever been in my ass. No man has ever eaten my ass. I’ve wanted to try it, and I hear that you love eating and fucking ass. So you’ll fuck my virgin ass?” she asked as she buttoned up her shorts again. “No. You’re going to have to watch me fuck one of the girls in...

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Going under cover

?Going under cover?. Author’s note. This novel is just a product of my morbid imagination and it contains crude language and descriptions of sexual intercourses (if you are under the age of twenty-one years or you’re offended by such writings please don’t read further). FDI stands for Federal Defense Investigation, a paramilitary division of USE army, principally fighting terrorism and mafia. Events take place in the USE (United States of Europid) on a planet other than planet Earth. Probably,...

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Going Down UnderChapter 1

I was happy to leave a record-nasty winter in the northern US. When I boarded the plane in January at my tiny local airport, the temperature was -5F with a wind chill of -17. Eighteen inches of snow had fallen the day before. I walked across the tarmac in my Eddie Bauer subzero parka and gloves so thick they would put Neil Armstrong to shame. When I stepped off the plane in Brisbane into 90F temperature, I don’t think anyone had ever seen such garb in person. I got situated in the...

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Going Nova

The characters, events and organisations in this story are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people or organisations is coincidental and unintended. Going Nova By Emma Smith Friday, 14 February 2003 Chapter 1 System Compromise I sweep through the airport arrivals lounge with my entourage behind me. I am in full flow, an unstoppable force. Network camera drones track and focus as I march forward. Some of them are...

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Going Back to School Part 1

Introduction: This started out as a short story and has somehow turned into a novel, or at the very least a novella. At the moment its about 17,000 words and only about half done. I write slow because Im very busy, so please dont expect a true ending anytime soon. A few people here on the forums helped me with descriptions for experiences I havent had and my thanks go out to them. I dont have an editor so I apologize for any mistakes or detail discrepancies that I have missed. Chapter 1 When I...

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Going Deeper Part 4

Going Deeper - Part 4 Authors Note - Thank you for your patience. Thank you to all of those who have read the first three instalments, I do appreciate you sticking with this story and I'm grateful to all those who have taken the time to leave feedback - I do read it all! If you're wondering just where this story is going, or what might be in store for our hapless protagonist, then welcome to Chrissie's world and allow yourselves to fall with 'her' into the unknown! Inevitably this...

2 years ago
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Going Deeper Part 3

Going Deeper - Part 3 Authors Note - Thank you to all of those who are sticking with this story and for those who've kindly left feedback. I do read it all! However, if you're wondering just where this story is going, or what might be in store for our hapless protagonist, then welcome to Chrissie's world! Allow yourselves to fall with 'her' into the unknown! ..."Oh my word," I somehow let out, knowing that my breathing was clearly audible, to the point of nearly panting!...

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Going to Night School0

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I’d applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn’t really know what I was letting myself in for, but I...

3 years ago
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Going Deeper Part 2

Going Deeper - Part 2 Note from Author - Thank you to all who have read Part 1 and for those who have taken the time to review it. Your comments are extremely encouraging and useful. I am new to this and clearly one or two minor grammatical errors, typos etc... may have slipped through! I can't promise there won't be one or two more here, but fingers crossed this instalment will be a little tidier. Please feel free to leave feedback if you enjoy this read and in this current climate,...

4 years ago
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Going Out With Amy

It had been almost five full weeks since Amy last visited Ted.  That was the fifth time she had left me at home alone while she met another man for sex.  Like the previous four times, when the sun rose on the day after her last visit, she acted as if it had never happened.  She again returned to being Miss Prim and Proper around me and around our friends.  No one would have ever suspected that this church-going, choir-singing, demure little housewife behaved like she did when she let her hair...

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Going Nova ch 12 Back to School

Suddenly the overhead light flicked on. Her dad was at it again. “Time to get up, kiddo,” he said with his usual morning cheeriness. Brie moaned and ducked her head under the cover to escape the cruel glare of the overhead light. As she breathed in, she was hit with the smell of sex permeating her sheets, and her night came flooding back to her. Had it really happened? she wondered. Did I really have sex with my dad last night? Her unclean bed answered her unequivocally. Slowly it came...

2 years ago
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Going Both WaysChapter 6

The three of us woke up hungry and hung over from the bus ride. We put on our workout clothes after a quick shower and headed to the cafeteria. After eating, we went to the weight room and worked for a solid forty five minutes. We signed out and walked back to the dorm feeling a lot better. I suggested, "How about doing our laundry now then getting some stuff and having a picnic out by the lake?" That was a great idea and they girls began gathering their clothes. I went and got mine and we...

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Going Nova ch 4 Dads Swimming Trunks

Brie blushed and looked down at her food, knowing that she was the cause of the wetness. But Elsie merely shrugged, flipped the skirt up behind her and over the seat, and sat with her panties and bare legs directly on the cool stool. They scarfed down their food, not saying much to each other while doing so. “So,” Elsie ventured a topic, “what does your dad think of all this?” Brie blushed again, “I don’t really know. I think he’s trying not to think about it. I mean, I don’t blame him. I’m...

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Going to WarChapter 2

War creates ripples in your life. When you let the ripples become waves, the challenges start. When they go from simple swells to towering heights, you stand little chance of overcoming them. The key is to stop them before they resonate so much that your life is changed. At this point, I was living a calm exterior life using the same control I had when I left the battlefield. Within me, the waves were crashing every minute of the day and night. There was no peace any longer as the waves...

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Going Nova ch 10 Hazel Goes Nova

Hazel enjoyed the company of Tyler, but did not hold as strong a relationship with him as her husband did, nor with Tyler’s wife. At one point early on, Warrick took the risk of inviting him into a threesome or foursome between the two couples, but Lindsay was not amused. Ever since then, even though Warrick and Tyler continued to carry on like normal, Hazel felt like she was something of an outsider. “How’s Dominic been doing?” Warrick asked. “Eh, you can see for yourself. Dominic!” Tyler...

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Going Back in Style

Chapter 1 My name is John Walters, and I am not the same person that I was a year ago. My new life started about a year ago, when I was fishing off the stern of my houseboat during a lighting storm. I know that I should have reeled in my line and went inside, but the fish were biting and I was a stubborn old fool. I had retired a couple of years before and was living on my social security, so living on my houseboat and going fishing was about the extent of what I could do for entertainment in...

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