Aurora
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I heard some commotion down by the corner, so I thought I’d go check it out. I’m really glad I did.
There was this girl.
“Good evening, ma’am. Are you new around here?”
“Kind of. First time at this dump, anyway.”
“You have a name?”
“Of course I do. We all do. My friends call me Willie. Wilhelmina Aurora Jackson.”
“Well, Willie Jackson, what brings you out on a nice evening like this?”
“Target practice.” She pulled her gun, aimed quickly and immediately fired twice. I watched two rats disappear into a pinkish mist.
“Jeez, girl, what are you shooting there?”
“Beretta Inox. It’s an FS forty cal with safety rounds. Frangies. That way I don’t kill everyone on the plane. You’d be surprised what can fit through a newly opened airplane window at forty thousand feet. What are you doing out here?”
“Target practice.” I fired a couple times and killed a couple, but they just got knocked back a few feet with holes in them.
“Cool. What are you using?”
“Kimber, Ultra CDP Two with cheap Winchester Silvertip hollow points. Hundred and eighty-five grain. Nothing special like yours, that’s for sure.”
“You have a name?”
“Sure I do. Everybody does.” She giggled at me teasing her. “Chuck Crenshaw. Charles. You can call me Charlie. Just Charlie, for now.”
“Come out here often?”
“Only when I’m pissed.”
“Wow. Coincidence.”
“What pissed you off?” I asked her.
“A cheater. You?”
“A very beautiful trespasser.”
“Oh. OH! Shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think...”
“Stop. I’m just teasing. We’re two for two. Two cheaters and two pissed off people with guns. Poor rats. I feel sorry for them today. Hungry?”
“I will be in about twenty minutes.”
“Me, too. Steak?” I asked, looking forward to the possibility of spending dinner with a pretty girl.
“Sounds good!”
Over the next twenty minutes, each of us went through at least a hundred rounds. She switched to Winchester practice hollow points, too. She explained that she emptied her duty rounds, the fun way, each time she went out practicing, just to make sure her pistol would still eat them. It was common practice. A misfeed in an aircraft full of people when you only get one chance to make perfect shots was problematic, as she called it. I could relate. As a retired Air Force Special Operator, most recently assigned to the Marine Mountain Raiders as a Forward Air Controller, I really could relate. Your ‘only’ shot comes ‘only’ once. The rest are just makeups, excuses, wannabes, and reasons for failure.
When we were done and had our weapons reloaded and back in the holsters, she looked at me with a small smile and asked the magic question. “I really am trespassing, aren’t I?”
“Yes. I hate people coming out here and dumping stuff. I try to make it in time to find out who they are and report it, but it’s just far enough so that they can dump a couch, or a couple bags of picnic garbage and hit the highway before I get here.”
“From where?”
“The top of that ridge.” I pointed.
“That’s quite a ways. Ever thought of using cameras?”
“I might do that one of these days. I guess a few bucks on Chinese technology wouldn’t kill me. The signs and the fence certainly don’t stop them.”
“I’m sorry, Charlie, I didn’t see any signs.”
“No problem. I think the last couch guy ran over at least one of them backing in. It’s hard to tell where the other one went. Maybe someone felt they needed it more than I did. You’re welcome to come out and practice if you want. You weren’t dumping. You were killing him in effigy, the cheating asshole. It’s different than dumping.”
“What makes you think he was an asshole?”
“All cheaters are assholes. That’s just my opinion, but still, I have a right to one.”
“Very true, but I mis-worded that question. The cheater was an assholette, and therefore not a male of the species.”
“Oh. In that case, are we still on for dinner?”
“Of course. I still owe you for the range time. Do I need to clean up the brass?”
“Nah. I never do. In case it matters, the asshole that cheated on me was a woman, too. Just sayin’.”
“Cool. Glad to hear that, actually. I’m buying. Take me to your favorite meat place.”
She was surprised it was the Roadhouse. It’s my favorite for right now. She said to take her there, to my favorite, so I did. She claimed to be happy with the choice, too.
We talked for two hours and she asked me out again. She wasn’t a lesbian, she said. At least she thought not. She just pretty much liked a certain type of people, and I was that type. Friendly, not hard to look at, most probably not on welfare, that kind of thing. She said she was pretty sure if she was a dyke, or even a full-blown lipstick lesbian, she wouldn’t have asked me out on a second date.
I assured her I wasn’t on welfare, thanked her for thinking I didn’t need the peanut bag over my face, and told her I liked being friendly because it helped me meet a better class of people. I explained to her that if I’d gone down to the corner of my property shooting a twelve gauge in the air and yelling obscenities, I wouldn’t have met the beautiful blonde girl killing all my pet rats. I told her she was, however, lucky I hadn’t named them all yet. Friendly is good. She had the most precious laugh. Soft, yet full, and heartening. How could anyone cheat on this lady? She was a doll.
It was Thursday, she would be back home on Monday and asked if I liked Italian. After my affirmative reply, she asked if I wanted to pick her up, or if she was in charge of the date and she needed to pick me up. I was tempted to let her run with it but decided not to. If I was dating a woman, I needed to do that silly alpha male thing and man up. You know, drive, pay the bill, help her in and out of the truck, that sort of thing.
“No, Willie, if you don’t mind me knowing your address, I’d just as soon pick you up. What Italian place are you thinking? Olive Garden?”
“No. That’s not real Italian. My assholette introduced me to a little place called Annie’s, and they have the best lasagna.”
“Sounds good. My asshole is Annie, believe it or not, and I love the food there, but don’t think I’ll announce myself. If we go on Monday evening, though, she won’t be there, won’t poison my food, won’t embarrass me, and won’t ruin my night. That will be especially nice if I’m there with you. By the way, Willie, is your assholette’s name Linda?” She frowned. Even frowning, she was cute.
That started a relationship made in heaven. She came back after about nine long flights, tired, but still wanting to go out. We ate at Annie’s. Maria served us and smiled at me, holding her finger to her lips so that no one else knew I was there. Maria was sixty if she was a day and thought I was the best thing that ever happened to her boss. She was surprised when she found out that Annie had a different dating arrangement and I was out the door. She was REALLY surprised to find out Annie’s new boyfriend was a girl. A girl named Linda. Linda, of course, was Willie’s assholette.
That was the last time we ate at Annie’s. I gave Maria a hundred-and-ten-dollar tip, and since I knew they pooled them, I gave her a ten for the pool, then I put the hundred in her apron pocket and did my own finger to the lips thing. Willie laughed. Then, surprising Maria and me both, Willie asked her for the name of the best local Italian place, since this obviously wasn’t it anymore.
“I work in the morning for my cousin, Phillipe’. You go there. As good as this, but better sausage. Antonia makes the better lasagna here, but Phillipe’s wife Rosita, she does a good one, too. I help her in the morning before I come here. Tips are better here, so I work here in the evening. Phillipe’s on Second Avenue. Charlie knows. Try it. You’ll like it.” She laughed out loud, getting just about everyone’s attention. She hugged me then looked at Willie and back at me, in question. I nodded. She hugged Willie and told her, “Charlie is a good boy. Annie is too full of Annie. She may learn someday. You two kids have fun together and forget the past.”
As we walked out, Willie commented, “Pretty presumptuous, wasn’t she?”
“Maybe, but you did ask me out again. Maria is a really nice lady. She’s been helping at both places. I know about her cousin’s place. It’s good. I would have picked that one, especially after last month, but it’s not a problem.”
“Why didn’t you say so, or at least suggest it? We could have gone somewhere else.”
“I was hoping Maria would be there. I like her and have been wanting to do that for weeks. Annie only puts in a few hours on Monday, but early, during the day. We’re fine. It went well and exactly as planned.”
“You’re a nut and a glutton for punishment. OK, let’s see, I asked you out for a second date? I thought this was it. If not, seafood?”
“Cooked?”
“Always.”
“Joe’s or Red Lobster?”
“Crab Shack. I haven’t been there in a while. If you’re sure you don’t mind, I’d love it. It’s not exactly highbrow, but if you remember me having fun with your pet rats, I’m not exactly highbrow.”
“I don’t know about that. You look awfully good in that little dress and those heels. Awfully good. Best looking Air Marshal I’ve ever met.”
“How many have there been?”
“One, that I know of, so you’re way ahead. I had fun tonight, Willie. Thank you. I’m looking forward to the next time. May I ask when that might be?”
She looked at her watch and pushed on the side of it a couple of times. “Let’s say Saturday? Sixish? I get in Friday afternoon, early evening. I’ll be beat, most probably.”
We traded cell phone numbers and email addresses. It was getting serious, folks.
“Call me if you want to hit Denny’s for coffee and a snack on the way home from work. I won’t be busy. I’d love to see you again if I could. If not, I’ll just pout and look forward to Saturday, sixish.” She giggled. Cute sounding, too.
I took her home, and at her apartment door, kissed her gently, thanked her again, and when she was inside, I left.
I really liked this girl. She was fun, genuine, nice, friendly, treated other people well ... Then I thought... ‘What the hell was I doing with Annie when there were girls like this in the world?’
Friday, late, around eleven, I got a text.
‘which dennys’.
‘welcome back – yours – mason st’.
There was one not a mile from her house.
‘thx cu in a bit black one sugar’.
‘yes’m’.
I hightailed it over there and ordered two coffees. I put a teaspoon of sugar in each and stirred them.
She walked in five minutes later looking like something the cat dragged in. I stood to greet her and she hugged me. Then, I wasn’t expecting it, but she took ahold of my ears, pulled me down and kissed me.
“You started it with that goodnight kiss the other night after our date. I liked it. I wanted another one. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, and please, anytime. I liked it, too. Rough day?”
“Rough beginning and a rough ending today. Yes, it was a rough trip, inclusive. A long one that started with a passenger not wanting to sit between two fat ... Heavier individuals. They made a terrible ruckus. It was ugly, the plane was late, etcetera. Luckily, I had a few eventless flights after that. Then, I was supposed to be in six hours ago, so yes. That’s why I wanted to go out tomorrow night. Usually I get home close to some semblance of a schedule, but every once in a while, a passenger threatens a stew with a lawsuit if she won’t let him get completely inebriated, versus only slightly. We had to make an unscheduled landing in Cleveland. He’ll get home someday. Maybe. Poor guy. His wife left him while he was on a business trip. I’m not a shrink, but at least I was able to talk him down and he didn’t directly threaten or hurt anyone. See the white stuff on my shoulder?” I nodded. “Salt. Dried tears. Yes, Charlie, he cried on my shoulder. Charlie, are we dating?”
“I hope so, Willie. We’re in Denny’s at midnight on a Friday. This isn’t something I’d do with my mechanic or my doctor’s receptionist.”
“Good. I told Linda to fuck off today and that I was dating a nice gentleman from around here that knew of her new girlfriend.”
“Oh, my God, really?”
“Yep. She and Annie are evidently not simpatico out of bed. I heard about a minute and forty-five seconds too much about that and told her I’d moved on, wished her luck, and hung up. Was that OK?”
“I M H O, it was perfect. Tomorrow night, Willie, after we go out, I want to ask you out.”
“Feel free. We’re dating! You even said so.” She giggled, reached over the table, pulled me to her by my ear and kissed me. “Thanks for the coffee. You’re a peach. I need to be in bed by three, though. I have a cute date with a nice guy tonight.” She looked at her watch. “Yeah, tonight. I have two hours. Whatcha wanna talk about?”
I could tell she was super tired. The ‘cute date’ reference kind of enforced that. Fatigue was setting in, and she’d be punch drunk pretty soon, so I talked her into finishing our coffee and eased her out to her car and followed her home.
“Willie, you are a breath of fresh air. Kiss me again, go in that house, and pass out on your bed. You need some sleep.”
“You’re right. You’re a peach.” She opened the door, kissed me and said, “I love you. Good night,” and she shut the door in my face. Click went the deadbolt. Poor thing. She was beat.
Oh. Shit. She. Said. I love you. Oh. Shit.
It was ten o’clock in the morning. My phone dinged.
‘morning’
‘morning 2u2’
‘am I in trouble’
‘no’
‘good’
‘u need 2 talk?’
‘could you?’
‘be right there’
I went over, and when she opened her door, I saw the most precious creature I had ever witnessed. She was in a T-shirt that went down halfway between her butt and her knees. This was not a tall girl. It had a crown up by her neck and ‘PRINCESS’ written across it. Her slippers looked like huge light purple cotton balls with her legs sticking out of them. She had nice legs. The short sundress the other night showed me that. The sleep shirt covered everything but allowed nipples, and her hip bones, to be a little prominent. This girl was gorgeous, but I knew that.
“Charlie, I need help.”
“With what?”
“Evidently, I fall in love very easily, and I need a bit of guidance.” I started to say something, but she held her hand up. “Hear me out. I was a bit tired last night, but like sodium pentathol, sleep deprivation is a truth serum. Alcohol does that, too. You don’t say things that aren’t true, so much as you say things you don’t yet want to say and know you probably shouldn’t say. Things like ‘you’re a peach’ and ‘I love you’.” She smiled at me. “Did you catch those, or miss ‘em, maybe?”
“I caught them. Actually, both of them. The peach thing doesn’t bother me too much. My aunt used to say that a lot. Am I scared about the other one? A little. Am I running? No. Wilhelmina Aurora, you didn’t say anything wrong, it just caught me off guard. I like you, too. Very much. It may be love, but I need to give it some time. My asshole just stole your assholette out from underneath you, or vice versa. Doesn’t really matter. I’d like to spend time with you, as much time as possible, to make sure that what I’m feeling is just that. Love. I asked myself the other night, with girls like you in the world, what the hell was I doing with her? I want you to say what you want. I want you to feel how you want. I want you to want me to be here and to take you out and to spend time together. When I say, ‘I love you’, you’ll know I do. If you really do love me, don’t stop saying it. Don’t stop doing it. Please. Just bear with me for a bit.”
“Deal. Sold American. Toast? Coffee? Tea? No, we aren’t going there with the ‘or me’ thing. I’m not even awake yet. I just needed to talk. To you. Not just talk. I needed to talk to you. Just you. Not anyone else.”
“Willie, go lay down in your bed. Now. Please. Do it. I’m going to show you something.” She looked at me like I was about to start beating her with my belt, or a stick, or something. “Please. I promise to be a good boy.” She went. I covered her up, except for her shoulders. She was laying mostly on her front, with her shoulders, under the shirt, of course, available to me. I rubbed her shoulders and the back of her neck, gently, talking softly to her about nothing in particular until she fell back to sleep.
I made myself some coffee and buttered toast, and while eating, looked around. She was a bit unorganized, but she had promise. I watched TV for a while, read some magazines she had about guns and such, then at four in the afternoon, I sat next to her on the bed and rubbed her shoulders again.
“Hiya, handsome.”
“Hello, sleeping beauty. Are you OK?”
“Yeah. It got to me. Fatigue. It happened a few months ago, too. Seems to come in cycles. Every time I find a friend. You’re going to be my friend, aren’t you, Charlie?”
“God, I hope not. I don’t date my friends.”
She smiled, turned and looked up at me. “Thank you. I really want to apologize, but I can’t find the words. I really do think you have what I need. What I want. I think you may be the love I’ve been looking for. I know I shouldn’t feel that way yet, but I do. Please don’t say you understand. You don’t. You said you feel similar and it may be love, but ... I’m there. End of conversation. I need to shower and change, then we can take you home for you to change and we’ll be fine. Sound good?”
I nodded and leaned down and kissed her. “Are you sure, Willie. Really sure?”
She nodded. “I feel something I’ve never felt before, and I’ve been in love, Charlie. This is bigger.”
“OK. Let’s go. Let’s get this train rolling.”
I sat in the living room, and when she came out, I was floored. This was not a sundress. We were going to be the most overdressed couple in the Crab Shack, no contest, unless maybe they were hosting a wedding party. She looked fantastic. Purple silk sheath dress, perfectly matching purple leather high heeled sandals, sheer off-black stockings, her hair up and falling sideways framing her face, and just immeasurably gorgeous.
“Shit.”
“That bad, huh?”
I started laughing. “Horse crap. You know how stunningly gorgeous you are! Stop it! Damn, Willie, you’re a pretty girl. I’m a lucky guy that you’d give me the time of day, let alone date me. Damn!”
“I’m glad you think so. I haven’t had much luck with guys in the past.”
“Where do you hang out, woman? Biker bars?”
“Point made. Let’s go. Movie and crab cakes. On you this time. Again. I don’t want to carry a purse.”
“Let me guess, you have your driver’s license, though, and your TSA Homeland Security badge, and ... Your gun, right?” Her grin captured the moment, if not the evening. I leaned down and kissed her. “You’re a beautiful woman, Wilhelmina. Thank you for gracing me with your presence.”
“Sweet talker. Feed me crab cakes or lose me forever! Meg Ryan. Top Gun. Only different.” She pulled my ear down and kissed me. “Thank you, Charlie. That was sweet. Thank you for taking care of me last night and today, too. I needed that. I really did. I was trashed. Way too many hours actually working on that last run. We’ll talk, but please understand, I appreciate you and what you’ve done.”
I hugged her tightly and kissed her again. Picking her up off the floor in the hug, probably did us more good than harm. Her moan indicated as much, anyway.
We did the movie first, sharing a small soda and a box of junior mints. Dinner was coming and we both knew it.
Then, walking into the Crab Shack, I was the proudest peacock in the joint. Double-takes a’plenty. Everyone was checking out my date. Why does a guy get off on that? Who knows? Human nature at a minimum, but she was the object of gazes and discussions for about five minutes, I’m sure. She lit up the room and she didn’t even know it.
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(This is my story I posted some years ago on another site. I thought Hamster readers might like it.)I cannot describe the sensation of having my cock pumped and my balls licked by my wife while watching another man’s arse pulsing up and down between her wide-spread legs, steadily fucking her eager cunt.But let me start at the beginning.We were still 200 kms from home; it was already late afternoon and likely to be dark by the time we arrived.As we drove on through another small town, there was...
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This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Oh, what a naughty thought! The final day at school, last day of A-levels, and the end of a crappy two hour exam of Religious Studies. What better way to go out than by masturbating on the desk of Mr. Williams, the R.E. teacher?Forced to take Religious Studies by her strict parents, as well as Maths, History and Geography (these subjects would apparently make her a better overseas missionary to...
MasturbationOne afternoon in late summer, a really scorching Thursday, I had showered and was laying on my bed in nothing but a towel. There was a little tap at my door and my sister Willy came in. Her real name is Wilhelmina after a grandfather, but she is only known as Willy. She’s a couple years younger than me, a sophomore, real smart and real pretty. She’s about five three, almost all legs and a hundred twenty, much of which is boobs and butt cheeks. We get along very well and have always looked out...
I love my job, don't get me wrong. But I have had a hard life, I mean, my hair is a mess, my family are nuts, my neighbour is an asshole, and my master beats me. However, there is one good thing that has made my life complete is my best friend Patricia Pussy.I wouldn't have a bad word said about Patricia Pussy. She is sweet and enjoys making me cum. She is also very funny. Like one time her owner took her to a bridge, and threatened to piss off the bridge like men do.So the owner goes to...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Oh, what a naughty thought! The final day at school, last day of A-levels, and the end of a crappy two hour exam of Religious Studies. What better way to go out than by masturbating on the desk of Mr. Williams, the R.E. teacher? Forced to take Religious Studies by her strict parents, as well as Maths, History and Geography (these subjects would apparently make her a better overseas missionary to...
Willy gets LaidTalk about the right place and the right time! I had waited so long to lose my virginity I had almost given up hope. I joined a dating site and went on a few dates but at 33 I guess my insecurity told and the dates went no further. I had always been so shy, too afraid to really talk to women or if I did I immediately adopted the ‘friend’ position. As such I have long been a shoulder to cry on and nothing more.I had met a woman online, she seemed really lovely and we had gone out...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Thrashing against herself, her ass bobbed up and down in desperate need of relief, and suddenly, from the doorway, a voice boomed out against the wall of her near-orgasm. ‘Miss Rogers, you filthy little girl!’ Frozen in horror and on the brink of massive climax, ass high and breasts pressed against the slippery wooden desk, she peered round and stared into the face of Mr. Williams! He regarded her...
On a warm morning on May 18th of 2004, Aaron drove to school for the first day of the new semester. His only class of the semester was American Sign Language II. The class was every Tuesday and Thursday. He surprisingly passed the first course the semester before. Aaron was 26 and couldn't wait to graduate with his Bachelor degree. He is 5' 11", with brown eyes, black curly hair, and a skinny 145lbs. He met up with one of the students from the previous semester and sat outside class 'til...
Dimitri checked the clock, 6:50. Sure, Madi was late once in awhile, but never this late without picking up her cell phone. Sunday nights at 6:30 had become a routine over the last few months. They always began with studying and descended into drunken movie watching. But tonight there was no Madi. Four phone calls went unanswered. He simply sighed, picking up his cell phone and listening to Madi’s end ring ************ She heard the phone ringing. It was loud. It was somewhere nearby, but she...
I first learned about masturbation when I was in my early teens from a friend in the neighborhood! I started masturbating somewhat regularly, probably just a few times a week but eventually was masturbating at least once a day when I went to bed but eventually I started masturbating as soon as I got home from School and then sometimes in the shower or before bed!Lived at home for about 3 Years After High School so I was still only masterbating about once or twice a day!Eventually I got my own...
Chuck I got up early in order to call Giovanni. Six our time was two in the afternoon his time, so I was determined to call him before it was late in the day for him. Mina wasn't in the kitchen yet, so I figured out how to grind the coffee beans in an electric grinder and made coffee in a small coffee maker. There was a larger one, but I figured someone who knew how to use it would be up and around soon. While the coffee was brewing, I went out to the porch and used my speed dial to call....
May Karachi ka rehnay wala houn. Yeh story bilkul sachi hay. Mera Aik jokay defence may rehta hay. Meri us ki dosti 5 sal pehlay hi hoi thi kissi aur dost ki waja say. Actually wo meray dost ka dost tha aur mera bhi acha dost bun gia.May na computer hardware maintenance ka course bhi kia hay aur may installation bhi janta tha. Aik din meray dost jis ka nam Shahid tha call ki aur kaha us ka gher ka computer nahi chal raha. May aker dekh loun. May na us sa kaha ka ma dosray din 10:00 a.m. Tuk...
Wednesday I had an appointment with my neurologist. I would have updated sooner, but to be honest I came home exhausted then I was balls to the wall (for me, anyway) the next day trying to get done the things they wanted done as well as little necessities like paying my mortgage. Today I was able to put in almost a full 8 hours before I had to pull the plug (I was scheduled for overtime). I am still rather trashed so I am reusing a modified summary of the doctor’s appointment that I emailed a...
The Swarm Cycle Universe Copyright© 2007 The Thinking Horndog This is a sequel to ‘Catch a Rising Star’ and should be read after that story. Lt. Jared Baker, Confederacy Navy, walked through the doors of the US government’s General Services Administration building in LA, California. He was in civilian clothes and carried a large attaché case. Few people other than close family would have recognized him. He was nearly thirty-five now, but he looked about twenty. The biggest changes however,...
Barbara dropped Sammy off at her and Raul's house after the volleyball game, waiting until she saw her successfully unlock the door and wave before heading home with Bobby. He hadn't said a word to that point during the drive until he said goodnight to Sammy. She pulled into the garage and opened her door to climb out. She then noticed her son was still sitting motionless in his seat, lost in thought. "Earth to Bobby," she called gently. "Oh, I'm sorry Mom." He followed her into...
She fell in love with my dick Straight, mature A teenager decides to make a trip south of the country because he was hired as a sailor in a freighter ship, but ends up having intercourse with the land lady. She's 40yo, and had never been fucked from behind. This boy initiates her on this beautiful and unusual ability, anal sex. This is a story which happend to me last fall in a city located south of the country. I had rented a room at a house near the docks, where I’d board my...
AnalI’m just trying to be helpful with these disclaimers. They let you know if my story is for you or not. Please read this. Please read Chapter 1 if you haven’t. This chapter is mostly an interlude, just so I can get my thoughts and plot ideas down. Think of this as coming home to enjoy the spoils after a quest/mission/raid. Don’t worry, the next chapter will be going out and raiding again like Chapter 1. This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All...
He was burning nag champa incense. The musky and heady fragrance was familiar and pleasing and helped me relax a bit. But there was something else, rose perhaps? Yes, it was definitely rose. That made sense, because I remembered that he said rose incense arouses feelings of love and sensuality. The quiet strains of traditional Indian music wafted through the fragrant room. It was a perfect choice, I had to admit it had a very seductive quality to it. I wanted to ask him what the music was, but...
USU'OZEIB 7 VAMPIRE HIGH COVEN COVEN HIGH GUARD COMMANDER'S OFFICE "I told you to not expose yourself Vonis!" Yuri barked at the image of her younger brother on the monitor in her office. "I didn't Yuri." The young man replied confidently. Yuri nodded. "No you didn't, but your actions also let Isabella know someone is after her." Yuri stated leaning back in her chair. "You told me not to underestimate her and I didn't. I contracted two Kochab Bounty Hunters to test her."...
Half of you won’t believe me, but this happened about 3 hours ago when I went to my childhood friends house for a catch-up. I had to post it. I’m 18, tall, blonde with a muscular body. My friend has a sister, one year older then me. This started today, when my old buddy from high school who I hadn’t seen in a few months contacted me through email organizing a catch up with a group of friends to go out to lunch. I said I would be happy to attend and planned to meet my friend at his house and...
(This fantasy story is a compilation of inputs from my lady chat friends and do not pertain to any one in particular. Please send suggestions to or ) I woke up at 10 am and freshened up. I put on my track suit. I selected navy blue one from the three we purchased yesterday for one reason. I did not put on my panty and when I get wet (I am bound to, since my plan was to seduce Gym trainer) the wet patch would be readily noticeable in light grey coloured track suit and will cause embarrassment...
With Kenny on her arm Janie and her brother Joel walked through the house thanking everyone for coming as Janie said her goodbyes, explaining that she was borrowing Joel's truck to take Kenny home. As they were explaining to Cat, Tina and Tim, Cat offered to take Joel home whenever he was ready to go. Joel accepted her offer. Tim took Janie aside and asked if it would be ok if he offered Tina a ride back to Cat's. Janie smiled demurely and told him how very thoughtful he was for thinking...
Don’t expect this to be a”typical” ManoJob scene! It stars Jasmine Wilde, and there’s nothing typical about Jasmine. We also didn’t follow most of the ManoJob “rules”, so to speak. So, no behind-the-scenes interview. No “fly on the wall” interview. Here’s how it went down: “If I’m gonna walk into an Adult Bookstore and beat off a bunch of creeps,” Jasmine explained to me, “I want to keep it as real as...
xmoviesforyouSharing Author's Note: It has been a while since I have posted a story. Frankly, I've run out of ideas. I don't want to just keep rewriting the same thing by changing names and making the bartender into a shoe salesman. This suddenly came to me. I hope you enjoy. Vince stood nervously in front of the full-length bathroom mirror. He tugged at the dress he had put on trying to decide if this were really the thing he wanted to wear. It was short, almost reaching the middle of his...
His daughter is 16 and has been helping in the office with some paper work and a gofer in general. She goes to school most days except for the summer. She has meet a new friend, Jasmine, a new girl in town. Jasmine is a tall girl with a slender body with nicely developing curves. She has been dating since she was 14 so she is not a stranger to sex but she is not that experienced. Still her hormones are active and there are times when she is very hot for something. She and Kate meet...
Liv Wild and London Tisdale are irate when they discover that their stepbrother has been sending unsolicited dick pics to them and their friends. They confront him in his bedroom, telling him they will reveal an embarrassing video of him showing off his cock if he does not do whatever they want. And what do they want? Besides some chores done and some drinks fetched, his hard prick! They order him to strip down and show them the infamously thick rod from the dick pics. Once he does that, their...
xmoviesforyouWaiting for the right time to begin having sex with my son was a little confusing. At the his age , he seemed mature for his years but there were times he still seemed to be a little boy. I got tired of tossing around the idea and urge to visit my son’s bed. Therefore I had to decide. Should I or shouldn’t I? My son Yuvraj and I live togetheryuvraj and I were living up in an area called Ganigarpet Nagarathpet cross which have more than 500 houses. The majority of the population were a tribe of...
When I in high school, my dad seemed happier for some reason. He actually started to ask me how my day was, check up on my homework progress, and give me money for shopping. I didn't know why he suddenly changed towards me. One day, I was out by the pool sun-bathing and daddy was cutting the grass. My brothers were at a friends house for the weekend, so Daddy and I were alone. I was in a brand new bikini I had gotten for my birthday. Daddy told me he picked it out. It was perfect....
My eyes went a bit wide with excitement as the buzzer indicated the game was over. I looked to my side to see my Girlfriend Kiara, wearing only a T shirt and a thong that left little of her to the imagination. Kiara has a perfect body; she stands at 5’4 with long and strong legs that came from wide hips and an amazing firm ass from a lifetime of exercise in dance and gymnastics. She has a small waist, 34C perky tits and a gorgeous naturally pink lips. Her porcelain like skin is complemented by...
It’s Christmas Eve, and for the first time, we aren’t able to spend it with our children. However, we made the best of it, and had that day all planned out; sleep late, play lazy, and maybe with weather permitting go to a movie. My husband even had a holiday feast in mind, turkey, with all its trimming, green-bean casserole, baked potatoes, apple salad, and a yummy apple pie for dessert. A smile crossed my face as I remembered the comment he made. “Honey, this meal is guaranteed to spice...
It was still dark when Marty was awakened by yelling and clanging coming from the Carter’s parking area. He quickly put on his boots, grabbed his weapons and took off toward their camp. He saw someone running away carrying an arm load of something with someone chasing them. He changed his direction of travel and made a running tackle, bringing the miscreant down. The man came up fighting and started to pull a pistol. Marty had his in his hand and slammed it down on the wrist causing him to...
I was in college when this took place. I did my schooling from a town in the vicinity of New Delhi. And I moved to Delhi to pursue my graduation from Delhi University.I saw a lot of new faces with a lot of different personalities in my college. I belonged to a smaller town and Delhiites carried a different air around them. So initially I had a lot of struggle to make new friends.First year passed by learning new ways of life. And I had a dozen friends when I entered second year. I also became...
Three weeks pass. You and Danielle haven’t talked to each other, except for the usual ‘morning’ when entering the classroom. Kim has bothered you a lot by sitting next to you and trying to get your attention. You’ve told her that you’re not interested, but she keeps coming back to you. It’s only a week until school’s over and the summer break starts. You’re not going on vacation, so you hope that you and your friends can hang out a lot. It’s Monday and the teachers are preparing you for the...
Straight SexIt was a warm summer day and not a cloud floated in the sky which made the warmth of the apartment complex's small laundromat that much warmer. Sean sat on a plastic chair and idly flipped through a magazine that he had brought down with him. He had moved in about two months prior and had been accepted to a university far from home. His next door neighbor was a gorgeous brunette who looked to be in her mid twenties, although he remembered someone saying that she was in her early thirties. All...
'PAPA PETER' IS IN FACT MY GRANDFATHER -- WHO RAISED ME AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER HE NEVER WASTED ANY TIME TO TEACH ME ALL HE KNOWS FROM LIFE & LUST TO ENJOY SEXPETER LETS ME COME IN HIS MOUTH AS A BABY & SHOWED ME SOLO SEX SECRETS AGE FOURPETER LETS ME DO AS I LIKE SO I OFTEN JUST SUCK AT HIS BROWN BENT BANANA OF 8 INCHES!PAPA TELLS ME EVERYTHING ABOUT HOW HE BRED MY BEAUTIFUL MOM HIS DOD AGE TWELVEPAPA TELLS ME ALL I NEED TO KNOW OF SEX LONG BEFORE I START TO ATTEND ANY SCHOOLSPAPA...