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I'd always been called Kendall. My mother had caught some sort of vicious infection before I was born. It marked and twisted me horribly. What marked me killed her. I was born on Aldrys 3, a farming planet. They couldn't cope with my deformities. I was sent off to one of the core worlds for genetic therapy but the ship I was on somehow was re-routed to Cottman 4, an old, cold planet under a dark red star.

There I became a ward of the star base.

I didn't speak much. At first I couldn't pronounce words properly with my deformed face. However, I read and I learned. I had a bright, fierce thirst for all things that I could dig out of books.

One day I was on a bus destined for a local art museum when some sort of attack caused the bus to roll over and its shell was shredded. I was tossed about as the thing was shaken like a bouquet of flowers shedding petals. When everything stopped moving I crawled out of the wreckage and made for a corner of the closest building.

It was what the local bully-boys were waiting for.

I was punched, clubbed, kicked and finally stabbed with a short sword.

I honestly thought that I was going to die there on those filthy cobblestones. Something inside of me reached a final limit. I heard a horrible scream and the sound of thunder.

I awoke in the base hospital. There wasn't a square inch of me that wasn't scorched or blistered. I was dizzy as hell and my headache was, let's just call it 'weapons-grade'. I was seeing 'auras' around everything. I was stuck in that hospital room for what seemed like years. I slowly healed but my skin kept tearing and my broken thigh bone didn't want to fuse.

Team after team interrogated me as to what happened. I said nothing. I simply looked at them. What the hell was I going to say? The world came to an end?

Finally an older man wearing fancy brocaded clothes came to see me. He did something that made my head hurt horribly. I screamed out, "NO!" and passed out.

I woke up. It couldn't have been very long. There were small smoky fires coming from the equipment, the ceiling tiles were destroyed and the old guy was lying upside-down--legs up-- in the corner. I felt something like constant thunder in the back of my mind. It seemed to come from deep below me, but it was damned strong.

Oh, they tried to patch me up, but the way my body healed--or rather didn't heal-- made it an exercise in futility. I got more scars and my mobility was even more limited. My left hand just lay in my lap with the fingers curled. It was a devastating blow.

It wasn't long before the base diplomats received a demand from the Comyn Council for me to appear before them. There wasn't a fucking thing I could do about it. I got angrier and angrier. The thunder in the back of my mind became louder--more real.

I was wheelchair bound and was glad for the escort. The streets were made from cobblestones so old that a person could easily trip in the ruts worn in the stones. I'd been flown from Thendarra to Caer Donn, where the old spaceport was. That's where the council met. It was bloody cold. The air tasted metallic. The winds wouldn't have been so bad if they'd just come from one direction but they changed from moment to moment, making walking difficult. There was nothing allowed off the base that was motorized. Oh, no. That would have made it too easy. I had a good mad on to begin with. When the poor guys carrying my wheelchair around slipped on the ice and dropped the thing I jarred in agony. I was pissed. I panted a few times trying to get a hold of myself.

I realized that I wasn't cold anymore. I'd been curled over trying to protect myself from the wind. Now I relaxed and straightened up, working the cramp out of my lower back. It was damned strange, but I wasn't going to ask any questions that had answers I didn't want to hear.

It was late in the day when I was rolled into a big room. I'd missed lunch and supper. Two more strikes against the day. I had copped an attitude just after noon and it just kept getting better.

Seven old guys in colorful tunics and embroidered vests were sitting behind a big U-shaped table. It was open towards the door. My escort rolled me up to a short stair and left me.

Everybody was, um, wincing like they were in a room with the lights turned up too bright. A tall skinny guy with a white pony-tail stood up from his chair in the middle. He about yelled at me, "Control Yourself!" His voice felt like three hammer blows! I focused on him with everything I had and said, "Go to hell." I felt an echo of the thunder in my head flash towards him. The carpet between us ripped in half like the wake of a jet boat and he fell over backwards. That was the end of that interview.

At least they fed me. A servant took me to a room with a chair, desk, bed, dresser and a small toilet in a side-room. I was finally able to pee. It was awkward balancing on one foot while holding a door jamb and trying to hit the damned hole, but I did a creditable job without pissing on myself. Much. Once I got back into the chair and figured out how to prop my leg up I felt a lot better. Since there was a light over the table I rolled over to it, then fished my day pack off the back of the wheelchair. I'd been working my way through a book on the theory of electromagnetism on my own. I carried it everywhere. As I concentrated on the equations the rumbling I'd been hearing dialed back. I was having as good a time as I'd had since before the bus blew up.

I heard a light knock on the door. Curious, I called out, "Come in.". A young lady--a girl, really as she had no hips or figure, preceded a servant pushing a serving cart. She looked about the room and scowled. "This will never do! The fire has not been set, there is no fruit nor cheese plate left for you, not even a drop of wine!" She turned to the servant. "Gerald, Go fetch help and get this room properly prepared for guests. I shall serve as hostess." He dropped a quick nod with a finger to his brow, grinned and scooted. I could tell that she was on good terms with the help. That put her head and shoulders above the people I'd met in that frozen pile of rocks before that. Hell, I'd not even noted the cold. Something inside me kept me warm and toasty. I'd thrown off my blanket and sat in shirtsleeves.

The girl turned to me and curtsied, of all things! I returned with the deepest bow I could, as my motions were confined by the chair. "Greetings, young lady. I would rise and give you courtesy but for my leg, as the cannon bone is broken."

A look of concern flashed over her face but it was quickly replaced by a calm, pleasant look. "I am Isobel. I have been tasked with making you comfortable during your stay. The kitchens have prepared an early supper. Shall I serve?"

"Of course, but only if there is a place setting for you as well."

Her wonderful attitude surfaced again as she danced around the table, laying out a service for two and placing covered warming dishes here and there. A team of four servants entered to prepare and light the fireplace, light a small chandelier over the table and, after covering a sideboard with a tablecloth, laid out trays of candied fruits, cheeses and nuts. Gerald assisted her with the heavy chair while I rolled up to the other side of the table. He then poured glasses of water and large goblets of wine for both of us. He nodded with a smile and ushered his team out the door.

"Well, that was something! Shall we see what the kitchen has prepared for us?" The table was shallow enough for me to reach all but a couple of the dishes. I removed the warming covers to the cart where I also found the serving spoons.

We had sliced pork, mashed potatoes, root vegetables in cheese sauce and a lemony gravy for the meat. It was all quite good--better than I'd had before. After tasting the dishes I remarked, "This is quite good. I haven't had such a wonderful meal before, and to have it with a pretty young lady across the table just takes it all to the sublime."

She blushed prettily and grinned. We each had a slice of warmed raisin pie for desert, which about did me in. I helped clear the table back to the cart as I could, then we sat once again. "I hope that I might answer some of the questions you must harbor."

I nodded. "Thank you. This is much less confrontational than what occurred in the hall."

"First, to clear the air we have to agree on some background and terms. Do you know what Laran is?"

"No, not really. I've heard the term used, along with TP, PK and others but it's all over the horizon for me."

She sat back and sighed. Then she started quietly talking. "A bit over sixteen hundred years ago three colony ships arrived here from Earth. The cold and lack of food almost killed them, but a few survived. What they didn't know was the planet was already inhabited by a very old race that was in decline. The Chieri were star-farers when man was learning to use nets to fish. Once more, they were quite powerful telepaths. The races were mutually attracted to each other and, what's more, were cross-fertile. In this way dominant talents for various forms of telepathy rose. To make matters more complicated, a naturally occurring mineral acts like a psychic resonator. It changes a person and is changed by a person in what is called a bonding. If you see a bright blue or blue-green crystal with bright lines inside it, turn away and definitely don't touch it! If it's tuned to someone, just touching it can kill them."

All this came out of the blue for me. It explained a few things I'd heard, but why tell me? "All this sounds like something that should be held secret. Why tell me?"

She flatly said, "You have Laran."

I shook my head. "No way. I was born half-way down this spiral arm."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Tell me what happened over the last month. I might be able to explain things."

I started in with the bus trip, the explosion, the beating, then feeling the sword push through my arm-pit. Then I woke up bruised, battered, burned and in shock in the base hospital.

She retrieved a tablet from the serving cart. It was a holographic display. "This was taken from the place you were found." She turned it on. It looked like a small nuclear weapon had gone off. But then, I noticed that the bus was untouched from the way I'd seen it when I fled for cover. The other direction, though--the stone wall was partially melted and had run like thick clay in a rainstorm. The surface was glassy and crazed. There were blackened outlines of my attackers laid out on the ground. Buttons, shoe-buckles, coins and knives were left, but distorted--partially melted. "What the hell did that?"

"You did that."

"No way!"

"You must accept it. Your powers burst free uncontrolled to save your life. The reflected heat burned you severely, but nothing like what it did to your assailants. It burned their bones to ash. Not even their boot-heels survived."

I was bemused. "No wonder they kept giving me the third degree. They must have been frustrated to no end when I just lay there and scowled at them. Say, who was the old guy in the brocades that visited me? He did something, something to my head. The next thing I knew it looked like a bomb went off. He was laying against the wall like he'd been thrown there and fell to the floor. Everything else was on fire. Ever since then I've had this rumbling, roaring noise in my ears. When I get angry it gets stronger. No, it gets a LOT stronger. When I was studying my math it calmed down so that I barely noticed it."

I looked over at her. Her face was white. Her fingers were white where she was grabbing the chair arms. I was concerned for her. I quietly asked, "Are you all right? You don't look well."

She took a deep breath and let it out. "I shall be fine. It's just not every day I find myself sitting across the table from a ticking bomb."

I shook my head. "I wouldn't hurt you for anything. I saw the way you treated the help and the way they reacted. You're a good kid."

"How can I explain it? You have more power at your fingertips than you can possibly realize. The part of you that controls it has no restraint, no conscience and no morals. You could be startled and blow this wing of the castle apart out of reflex." She looked around then walked over to a pair of hangings. She spread them open to reveal a pair of doors covered with small glass panes. She had to work at it, but got them open. "Come out here to the balcony. I wish to show you something."

I followed her out onto the stone platform. She sure had me curious. "Stretch out your arm, palm up. Good. Now make a cup as if you were holding a sphere. All right, here comes the surprise. Breathe from your belly. Feel the stones beneath you. Feel the stone of the foundation connecting deep into the ground. Now, relax your focus but keep watching your hand. Point the cup straight up and gently call fire."

It was crazy, but I could feel the stone. I exhaled and commanded, "Fire!" A violet-white jet of flame shot into the night sky. Some part of me cackled and danced. I gently closed my hand, shutting off the flame jet with a snap. All the snow on the balcony had melted. The silence was scary by comparison. "Impressive."

"Umm, I was hoping for something like a candle flame!"

"I think you've proved your point. Let's get back inside out of the wind, shall we?" She had a much easier time closing the doors than she did opening them as the ice and snow were gone from the balcony. We went back to the table. I had another slice of raisin pie. I was a bit hungry for some reason.

"Would you please believe me now that you need training?"

I scratched the back of my head and grimaced. "Yeah, I pretty well have to believe now." I sat thinking for a bit. "Say, can you tell me what happed in the hall when I got here? Some nasty old guy with a white pony tail tried to hammer me, but I knocked him ass over tea-kettle. That pretty well ended the party."

She looked at me as if I'd grown a horn in the middle of my forehead. "Y-y-you decked LORD ALTON?"

"Yup. He really had me pissed off. His words hit like hammer blows. I put up my hand like this", I raised my hand with my palm out and finger-tips up, "and 'pushed' at him, hard. The carpet between us tore in two and he sailed backward over his chair."

I heard her mumble to herself "By Zandru's hairy nuts" and watched her shake her head. "We must get you out of the castle, to somewhere safe. You made a bad enemy. Then we'll work on getting you healed and trained."

"Whoever you find had better be nice like you. If anyone craps on me I can't help but get angry. I don't want the walls to cave in unless that Alton guy is under 'em."

It wasn't long before I found myself on a litter, then strapped down in a float-car. This little bit of high tech was supposedly illegal to use outside of the bases without diplomatic permission, but 'dem dat makes the rules breaks da rules'. There were six of us that took a wild ride through a mountain storm that night. We landed in a protected courtyard in the city of Carthon, far to the east, on the edge of the dry plains. The city stayed alive by being at the confluence of two rivers. I learned later that Carthon was a real bread-basket of a city, with irrigated fields in all directions following the water.

Isobel had a cousin, Terrilyn, who was a healer. Isobel called her to come help because she was notoriously sweet-natured. It didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with golden-red tresses that flowed across her breasts and covered her chest. I shivered at her touch. Later I found that she did that to everyone! It was no wonder that she made a marvellous healer.

I was settled into a chair in the sunlight and given a little blue stone about the size of my littlest finger joint. Isobel explained that it was my own personal matrix stone. I should study it to stabilize my erratic skills. It was wrapped in a heavy leather pouch that had been skived with lead-bearing thread. Under that was a silk handkerchief and under that a soft-tanned doeskin bag. After working through all the layers the stone tumbled out onto my palm. It was darker than cornflowers, yet lighter than the deep sea. It was both transparent and opaque. It was filled with ... possibilities. The tiny silvery lines fluoresced in a pattern that was just at the tip of my tongue.

I blurred my vision to look at it as a whole. I almost lost my breath as I found myself as a moving point of light among billions of others, each of a slightly different color and brightness, all of them changing constantly. I began to see traces--wisps of spider webs between them. I knew that Terrilyn was about to open the door. I shifted my focus onto her.

She acted as if she'd run into a door then sank to her knees. "Lord! Please! I cannot bear such rapport!"

I realized that my focus had somehow harmed her. I relaxed and closed my eyes. "I apologize, Terrilyn. I once learned a form of concentration while studying higher mathematics. I applied that to my exploration of the crystal." I smiled at her. "I believe that I've discovered a training trick, no?"

"Lord, your 'training trick' is capable of shattering rock and destroying minds."

"Really." I'd have to practice this new form of focus. My visualization tricks to visualize an equation in 4D seem to have a real-world application beyond anything I'd dreamed of.

She shakily stood and slowly approached me. "Now that you have found your focus, gently--I say GENTLY--bring it forth again to scan your body."

I did what she told me to. Damned if I didn't look like I'd been beaten with an ugly stick on one side and had a good dose of stomp added for good measure. There was a yellow-orange mess of something around my broken thigh bone. I concentrated on that, then -pushed-. It looked healthier immediately. I went from battle zone to battle zone, changing the colors from something ugly to a pleasant dark-green glow. When I came up for air I felt like I'd gone twelve rounds with a blacksmith. I opened my eyes to see eight people standing in a ring around me, holding hands. I felt a low level of energy coming from them. I was groggy but my enhanced vision focussed on the fire in the hearth. I raised a shaky hand towards it and -pulled-. The fire went out, the previously burning wood was cold charcoal and the temperature of the room dropped ten degrees. I felt a hell of a lot better. I pulled in a breath and explosively let it out. When I looked at Terrilyn she grinned at me. "Lord, you weren't supposed to heal a lifetime's insults in a clock turning." She glanced at the circle standing around like maundered buffalo. "Our thanks for not pulling the lives out of our tower telepaths as well."

I found myself too tired to do more that evening than to fall asleep.

We dove deep into my body to correct its failings each day for weeks. Eventually there was nothing more to remedy. I was able to easily walk across the floor and use both hands. Both my eyes answered to my call. It was quite a change!

Later an older leronis came to visit. She had an odd personality. I felt that she would have been happier as a tree-squirrel for she darted here and there in her curiosity. I laughed and felt tempted to offer my arm for her to climb my shoulder. We got along famously.

"Now that you have learned to focus, have healed yourself and have learned to draw power it's time to investigate the core of your power."

I felt that working fully under her teaching would leave me vulnerable to others that had access to her knowledge of my training. Despite her teachings each night I built up a redoubt--a deep bunker within my mind that would resist all commands and hold a furnace of power solidly within my mind. I worked on strengthening that redoubt and strengthening the reservoirs of power held deep within me. I held them under multiple layers of shields so that none would be aware of my reserved weapons. Rather than put my faith in a single bolt I formed thirty-two individual reservoirs and channels. I learned from my initial experiences and incorporated a shield into each one so that each release would focus out upon an enemy rather than be reflected back upon the caster--me!

We determined that it was no fluke that I perceived a roaring, rumbling sound when defensive or angry. This explained my ability to draw power from flame as well. I drew power from deep beneath the crust

I was adopted into the Greystone clan by Victor, Lord of Carthon. I found it bittersweet that I was needed for my genes to bring life into the dying clan. All my life I'd been harried and ridiculed as a mutant due to the viral weapon my mother contracted while I was in the womb. Oh, yes--I was a mutant all right. A mutant with the ability to repay many old insults. A mutant with a long memory.

I was trained in the history of Darkover and learned the terrible price of injured honor combined with great personal power. I resolved to put away my injuries no matter how they ate into me unless they were thrown into my face once again. Only then would I prove myself on their bodies and minds.

I learned to use my peculiar focus to taste the minds of others. I had so much power at hand that I took part in the training to become an under-keeper. Normally this would have kept me from the breeding lists as copious use of Laran tended to numb the nerve channels that reproduction employed. I seemed to be immune from this, much to Lord Victor's delight.

I seemed to be quite popular with the ladies though I was ignored upon meeting them after the fact. This first perturbed me, then disgusted me. I mentioned this to Terrilyn. She was good enough to explain that the breeding lists were maintained by the grandmothers and all clan members obeyed their demands yet this had no effect on the social standing of various members of the clan. This high-handed behavior made me feel quite put upon. I determined to have my revenge. However, it would all be done out of sheer altruism. Well, that was my story and I was sticking to it.

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WARNING! This story will feature non-con, forced impregnation, misogyny and some other dark elements. If you are not a fan, then you should turn back right now. Please remember this is just a fantasy, I don't condone rape. For the Lady of Montano, looking good was simply expected of you by your subjects and the other lords and ladies. You are a young woman called Tylin of House Ruthven, the new Lady of Montano. You have a tall, lean figure with fair skin, beautiful, regal face and golden...

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The Orion Legacy

Lance Bauer had one thing that made his life worth living. He hated his job. He hated the apartment he lived in. He hated his next door neighbor. She was smoking hot with big tits and a huge ass. He especially hated her kid. An entitled high school brat that was probably going to be as gorgeous and hot as her mom and probably as big a bitch. Lance had a motorcycle. A Yamaha R6 that went fast and handled like a dream. This made all the bullshit in his life tolerable. Knowing...

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Willies Legacy

Chapter 1 I'd always looked up to Willie, but that was nothing unusual in itself. He was two years older than I, and he was my brother. He had just turned thirty two when he started having pains under both his arms and a tightness in his throat. Having never had a real illness before, Willie did his best to ignore things in the hope that the discomfort, whatever it was, would soon go away. Two months passed by, and still the pain under his arms remained, and the throat tightness got...

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Bewitching Legacy

I shook my head and chuckled as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The pirate's costume I was wearing was a little garish for my taste. That's what happens when you wait until the last minute to get a Halloween costume. You have to take what's left. I hadn't intended to go to my friend's costume party, but then he talked me into it at the last moment. After I arrived at his party I didn't feel so bad. Some of the costumes being worn were far more outlandish. I usually wasn't the...

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Uncle Harrys Legacy

I have this Uncle who when I was young was my sisters and my favourite, mostly due to the fact that every time he visited, he would bring a present for us and would perform the most wonder tricks. One birthday, it may be my 9th or 10th, I had invited some of my school friends over for a party when Uncle Harry arrived to do some tricks. What I remember most about that day was he hypnotised some of my quests including my younger sister Beth and made them perform all sorts of silly things; we all...

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Joes Legacy

It seemed to me like I'd known Joe all my life. His family lived next door but one to mine; looking back I'd say Joe and I spent all our spare time together as kids. We didn't actually go to school together because Joe was American and he was sent to the nearest American school, somewhere in town. Maybe that's why he never did lose his Yank accent although he spent nearly all his spare time with us Limeys, as he insisted on calling most of us, in jest of course. You know the sort of thing....

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A Charmed LifeChapter 3 The Legacy

The next day passed uneventfully but with Bess feeling much better than she had in years. The morning stiffness and body aches that usually greeted her were gone, a new vitality surged through her she had long forgotten. She met Kate again in front of the inn and like the night before they paid a visit to the blacksmith. They continued this routine another fortnight. Always finding him in the same condition, they slipped in, used him and slipped out. Kate monitored Bess’ progress and was...

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Earths CoreChapter 23 An Heir For A Legacy

“Hahaha!” Zax’s voice rolled as he laughed in jubilation. “Sooner than I anticipated. Good, good!” He was pleasantly surprised, since now he would able to spend a while longer in New Earth before leaving for Ercas Mir. “Let’s see how my Inner Panorama and soul have changed”. He entered his sea of consciousness to have a look. ‘Whoaa! It’s so abundance! So that is the sea of consciousness of a second realm soul!’ Before he even got to his Inner Panorama or soul, Zax was captivated by the...

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A New PastChapter 60 Alisonrsquos Legacy

“Chrissy, are you disappointed?” the interviewer asked. “Disappointed? At what? I’ll be in the first dozen people to set foot on Mars and my team will be the one to establish a permanent base on the Martian surface. Why should I be disappointed? It makes perfect sense from a mission perspective to have the first team conduct surface surveys while we remain in orbit performing analysis of the possible locations. Once we select a suitable site, we’ll land and start the construction phase.” I...

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Three Square MealsChapter 142 Ancient legacy

Tashana bounced up and down, her eyes alight with excitement. “Valada must have built a secret bunker under the palace!” “It certainly looks like it,” John agreed, squinting in the direction of the study. “The lift shaft starts from a room concealed within the wall cavity.” “Let’s go!” the Maliri archaeologist exclaimed, turning on her heel to rush to the study. John caught her hand and pulled her back. “Hold on a second. I know you’re excited but we need to be careful; Valada might have...

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Junky John Get a Shock

This is an original work of fiction and you should not read it if you are a minor of are offended by erotic transgender material. Junky John 'You fucking junky,' Sarah said, 'do you know what you've just taken? That drug doesn't give you a high, it changes the pleasure triggers in your brain so that experiences that ordinarily wouldn't be exciting can suddenly be ecstasy. The thing about this drug is that it seems to have an odd effect. Everyone who takes it finds they only become...

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Jokes and GigglesChapter 475

The best story of the year doesn’t give the proper praise and credit for this painful but understandable story as told by a loving wife... At the end of the Sunday service, the pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise for answered prayers. Suzie Smith stood and walked to the podium. She said, “I have a praise. Two months ago, my husband, Tom, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn’t...

3 years ago
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Sibling RivalryChapter 2 Poolside

James Chase was having a pool party for a couple of his friends and house rules said no one could be in the pool without an adult present to supervise. Their parents enlisted Mindy for this chore, as she was going to be home during the day anyway and they both had more pressing matters to attend to at the family's booming clothing store. For years they'd been trying to sell a certain small company's line of t-shirts and this summer it had suddenly become fashionable to wear that brand....

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My Wife Finally Tells Me About Her First Lover

Linda had been moody for several days. I was very attentive to her, but could not seem to make her smile. It was a Wednesday night. I walked into the bedroom where she was reading her journal. She had a bit of a smile on her face and didn't notice me at first. When she did notice me, her face turned red. She closed the journal quietly then tucked it under her pillow. I sat on the bed and put my hand on her face. She started crying then and was inconsolable. I kicked off my shoes, sat...

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The Wifes Cock

Last Friday night the wife and i stopped by the adult bookstore to get a couple of movies. as we were walking in the wife said lets check out the arcade and see if any thing is going on in the booths and man was there ever. there was a lot of guys just hanging around waiting to suck some cock. we entered a booth and before i could get some money in the machine the wife was grabbing for my cock. wow can you believe all the guys out there what are they doing? the wife asked. i pretended not to...

2 years ago
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Sam Knight Case Three What Possible ExcuseChapter 5

Monday morning started early. We all had to get ready in time to take Ginger to school. Then Rose and I were going to the office, and I wanted to be there before or soon after Jennie and Mattie left for school. We all rushed around and got ready. I was done first, so I made a fast breakfast of cereal and juice. It went quickly, and we left for school. As we neared the school, I had Rose get down on the back seat and cover up with a blanket that I had. I didn't want to take the chance that...

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Mosley StationChapter 11

We had been under their control for a month, when I received a coded burst transmission. It was from my old friend, Cadet Jeremiah Lawson. “Captain Sheridan, this is Jeremiah from the Yankee Fork. We are approaching your location now. The cavalry is on the way sir. We’ll be there in 48 hours.” sweeter words have never been heard. It was now time to force the issue. The countdown had started. The event that I had been waiting for happened the day following Jedidiah’s message. Aga Khan had...

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Game Night

Your name is Johnny Welsh. You can change this under the Customize menu. Please select your gender. * If you enjoyed this story, please consider adding at least 1 chapter to it. Can you think of a game that could have a sexy or kinky twist to it? *

Group Sex
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Be sure your sins will find you out

Margot La Salle loathed her son-in-law with a passion. Why her darling Sarah had married him when she could have done so much better, she was at a loss to understand? He did something called ‘sales and marketing’ which to Margot sounded common, and barely a step up from a street stall. Surely he was some sort of ‘spiv’. He was making a lot of money, but it wasn’t from a decent source such as law or banking. These were things she understood. The last straw, as far as she was concerned, was when...

Cheating
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First Day

My first story, hope you enjoy it. It was my first day of class and to be quite honest I wasn’t really looking forward to it either. I didn’t know any of the people in the room with me and that made me a little nervous. The desks were set in pairs of two at each. I got there early to watch the others file in after me. I watched as one by one all my peers walked through the door and avoided the seat next to me. As the last person filed in he had no option but to sit next to me. We sat there in...

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Naked Weekend Pt 3

The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. I also heard a car door close and an engine start outside. I slid out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I washed off my face and brushed my teeth. I made my way down the hall to the kitchen where a very naked Carol was setting on a towel, in a chair, at the table having coffee. “Good morning, stud” she said with a big smile. “How did you sl**p”? I replied that I had slept very, very well. “So did we.” She said with a wink as she...

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AbigailChapter 4

If it hadn't been obvious before, it was now; Abigail and Mike were an item. There were a few raised eyebrows, but on the whole, the verdict was 'good for them' and 'Abigail obviously has something going for her'. They spent every moment together that they could; at Uni, or at one or other of their homes, but most of the time they were working or talking, though not entirely without some cuddling and kissing. The key to any successful relationship is communication, but Abigail and Mike...

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Any Opportunity Will Do Ch 19

The drama has unfolded, but is it yet over? Revenge is a strong emotion, but who will be the one to give it and the one to get it. This is a story full of Characters, with two lovers at its centre, please enjoy and be aware there are some scenes describing nonconsensual sex and violence. * John and Josh walked down the road towards The Old Bailey, the mass of press and camera’s spilling out onto the road. Taking a deep breath the men walked on faster, moving through the area cordoned off...

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My Daughters Teacher

This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a long story with many characters. As always, please let me know what you think.CHAPTER 1 Being a 45 year old single father of a 17 year old high school girl wasn’t a bad life. After my wife died when our daughter was very young I swore to give my daughter, Beth, the best life I could. I worked my ass off so she could have everything she wanted, nice cloths, her own car and a nice house for us to live in. I was very involved in Beth’s life,...

Straight Sex
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Agent of Lilith Chapter 7

WHAT. THE. FUCK. James forced himself awake. He jolted in bed and sat straight up. Clenching his fists, he cursed aloud. "What the fuck?!" "Why?" he thought. "Why didn't I wake up in the Temple?" James had struggled to fall asleep that night, but his sleeping pills fixed that. He was, without a doubt, asleep just now. "So why…" he thought, confused. He wracked his brain for any sensible explanation for why he couldn't reach the Temple of Venus. But he could think of only one...

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Fucking My 4th Girlfriend Donna

This is the true story of the fourth woman I ever fucked, Donna.Donna and I were soon-to-be-graduated University students on our third date and we were on a moonlit walk down the main University quad. The buildings surrounding the large open grassy area of the quad were silent and nobody was around. It was about 2 or 3am or so on a warm summer night. Because it was summer break the whole university was a virtual ghost-town. We had the entire large open area of the main campus quad completely...

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4 MILFs share a hung black boy

Introduction: Four 40ish white wives stray from their wife swapping club to try sex on the black side. Joyce and her three best girlfriends sat around the large wrought iron table on the back patio of her six bedroom, 4500 square foot custom home that sat on an acre lot with a view over the infinity edge swimming pool to the Pacific Ocean. Her home was one of about twenty similar custom homes in this hilly subdivision north of San Francisco. She and her friends Donna, Sue and Paula sipped their...

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Hypnoman

I patrol the city streets, alert and focused, sticking to the shadows. The night is cold and dark, my cape and tights not providing any warmth against the slicing wind. I sniff the air. There was evil out there, I could sense it. As I sneak down the shadowy road, I see a young couple walking along the path, towards my direction. I align myself flat against the wall, trying to make myself as invisible as possible. As they walk closer and closer to me, I hold my breath. They must have had...

Mind Control
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Hypnotised to Quit Smoking Ch 02

I got home and walked through the front door to find my husband sat in front of the T.V. I felt like a woman possessed as I approached him and kissed him passionately. ‘How did it go tonight?’ he asked. ‘It went well but right now I need you inside my mouth’ I said smiling. His face lit up immediately. I got down on my knees between his legs and urgently unzipped his pants, pulling them off with his boxers in one swoop. As I took his semi-cock into my warm mouth he became instantly solid. I...

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The Wall

George had told me to be at his house no later than 7:00pm. Every time he said something like that to me I understood the consequences of being late. George said wear something seductive and somewhat reveling. My mind was going through my wardrobe when the perfect combination came to mind. I had a crotchless cat suit with a lacy transparent top that along with my black leather mini skirt did the trick. I got to George’s house at 7:06, I silently cussed traffic. I ran up the stairs and was met...

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ivy league

IVY League Ch 1 I found this story on lineRebecca Palmer was concerned about a couple of boys her son, Danny, has been hanging around with. Being on the PTA (Parent Teacher Association) board at his high school she knows a lot about the reputations of the students, so it concerned her when he hung out with the well-known trouble-makers. Danny is such a nice boy and didn't need those kinds of influences in his life, but it was so hard for her to prevent it.Mike Brantley and Ben Thompson were the...

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Parent Teacher ConferenceChapter 3 The Attack

Thursday morning, I woke up to my alarm ringing at 5:30 a.m. and knew I had to get up. The memory of my nightmare was lingering but I chose not to dwell on it too much. I made coffee, then fixed myself breakfast and lunch, took a shower, dressed, and went to work. By the start of my first class, the nightmare had become a distant memory and my focus was on the kids who would be spending their time in my class to sign yearbooks, chat with their friends, and wait until the official end of the...

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What I saw and what I did

What I saw and what I did Hesitantly, Spring begins in New England. Southwesterly winds make their way up the east coast, teasingly bring the first tender days of warm. Connie and I , now early into our golden years, have taken to daily walks along the small stretch of beach not far from our cottage. Winter coats have gladly given way to sweatshirts that now hang open loosely as we beach comb our way down the shoreline. The seasons first sun worshipers have begun to arrive,...

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The Girl from the Diner

My name is Jeff. I am a 40 year old father of three beautiful daughters. Before you ask, I have never and never intend on having sexual relations with either of my daughters. I am Captain in my home towns Fire Department, on my off days, I run a pretty successful landscaping business, so my family and I live a pretty comfortable life. My wife left us a couple years back. She was destined to succeed in the big business world and my girls and I stood in her way. Although she didn’t completely...

Taboo
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Anne and MaryChapter 37 Return

Anne and Mary drove back to the university a week before classes began. The others were due to arrive late in the day. On the way they bought beer and English muffins and stocked up on other supplies. There was a message on the telephone from Sarah. "Mary, this is Sarah. Happy New Year. Call me." When she hung up after returning the call, Mary said, "Sarah knows we're looking for a house. She said she'd just seen a For Sale sign on the house next to the stables. She knows we want to...

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Stolen Life

Stolen Life By Heather St. Claire It was a pleasant mid-September day when their paths crossed for the first time, the wealthy young man and the beautiful young woman who would soon steal his body and his life. His name was Timothy Fairchild III, and the only surprising thing about that Thursday in early September was that he took notice of her at all. On the surface, the two had little in common. Yes, both were seventeen-year-old juniors at the same suburban high school. They...

2 years ago
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Fun at Delhi trade fair

My heart full thanks to all my readers who enjoyed my story and posted their comments. I am really surprised and happy to inform that so many females had now started commenting on their desires and internal fantasies. Most of the time it were Husbands only who want o know more or want to try new things but slowly trend is getting changed as more couples are feeling that they can make a big difference and can enjoy lot of new things if they are ready to give it a try. For all the readers who are...

2 years ago
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Forbidden Pleasure With Maids 8211 Part II

Contd.from part-2:Mallika and me were holding each other tight and cuddling to prepare for a real fucking session. The door bell rang. It was the watchman. Mallika’s Jamai babu(BIL) was there to take her back. I was disappointed and upset. I wished I could kill that guy. Mallika was upset too, she was passionately rubbing her face in my bare chest. I had to kiss her goodbye. I was restless the whole night, could not sleep at all, feeling Mallika’s soft touch whenever I wanted to sleep. Next day...

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