A Different Sort of LifestyleChapter 16 Compromise Has Its Rewards
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"How do I use the ring?"
Ornias had been very forthcoming on the subject of the ring's history. Virtually anything I could imagine could be accomplished with a thought, due to the ring's connection to the demons that Solomon had enslaved with it. By siphoning off a bit of their powers, each demon could go about its business while still living up the agreement that had been forged with Alexander the Great on his deathbed. But now, I needed to know the secret, the way to unlock the powers of the ring for my own use.
Ornias hesitated briefly; I knew it hated to give me the secret of the power, considering me to be unworthy of such a gift. Still, it had sworn to tell me, and I could easily enough slip the piece of paper bearing its symbol back in the freezer... a fate that the ornery demon desired to avoid at all costs.
"I have said that I have some control over those who wear the ring, so that I may keep the unworthy from learning of the way to use the power. However, that is the last resort. First, the ring has to choose you as a worthy vessel. As soon as I materialized in this prison of light, I knew that the ring had selected you as one worthy to wield it. It had molded itself to your finger, and allowed you to summon me, even though you did not know what you were doing. By doing this, the ring itself has reached a decision of sorts about you... that you are neither mad nor overtly evil, nor desirous of the ruin of mankind in pursuit of history or glory for yourself. You may yet pursue glory or fame or history... but not to the extremes of genocide or human extinction.
"However, when the ring selects you, it marks you. This is why Solomon, even when he gave the ring to me to enslave Beelzeboul, had no fear that another would use the ring. The ring can be lost, buried, even stolen, but it does not matter. From the moment it chose you until the moment you die, the ring is yours, and no other can use it.
"Look down at the back of your left leg."
Since I was wearing jeans, this request involved a minute of muttering as I unfastened my pants and pulled them down, exposing my legs. I turned my left leg outward and, looking down, saw nothing remarkable.
"Now... point the ring toward the back of your leg."
I have to admit, I hesitated doing this. In the tales of summoning demons I had read before, to allow yourself to be trapped or pulled inside the summoning circle with a demon was akin to signing your death warrant. I had no idea how touching my leg with that mysterious light that held Ornias at bay would affect me.
The demon snorted derisively. "Haven't you figured it out yet, whelp? As long as you wear that ring, there is not a demon of this realm that can harm you. You could step into a summoning pentagram stark naked, and no demon would dare touch you, lest the wrath of God Himself turn it to ash on the spot. Besides that, I am not really here with you. I am in some limbo created by the ring as a holding place for my kind, and though we can see each other and talk to each other, I could no sooner touch you than I could win a place in Heaven."
Though I could feel that he telling the truth, the instinct to not trust a demon was strong. Still, I swung the ring toward the back of my leg, prepared to jerk it away quickly should I feel anything was wrong. The light touched the back of my leg... and nothing happened! Ornias, hanging upside down in the ring's prison, shot me an "I told you so!" look, before it indicated I should continue to move the ring across my calf.
As the light touched the middle of my calf, it became apparent what Ornias had meant in saying that the ring had "marked" me. The light of the ring unveiled a tattoo, otherwise invisible to the naked eye... a tattoo that I had never asked anyone to put there.
It was a twin to the largest symbol on the ring, the one carved in four places around the stone.
"The mark of Solomon. It binds you now and until the end of your life as the keeper of the ring of Solomon. But there is only one way to activate the power. You must..."
"I think I can guess what I have to do, Orny," I said a bit dismissively. Ornias fell silent, perhaps a bit miffed that I might have figured out what to do without his instruction.
Reaching down, I touched my left hand to the place where the tattoo had been a moment before. Then I placed my right index finger on one of the symbols it matched on the ring.
I don't know what I was expecting, but I thought I would feel something when I unlocked the secret of the ring's power. Which is why I looked questioningly at Ornias... who had turned his back on me, still smarting from my interruption, indicating that it would be of no further help.
'Maybe if I touch all four symbols... ' As I arranged my fingers around the stone and pressed down, I heard a slight click... then suddenly, I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my fingertips. As I pulled my fingers away from the face of the ring, blood dripped back onto the metal; each of the symbols I had touched had developed a sharp point that had sprung outward into my fingertips, piercing the skin.
Ornias hissed its snake-like laughter. "The teeth of Solomon still have a good bite after all these years, don't they?" It looked back at me as I held the ring aloft, sucking my four punctured fingers as I did so. "Have you figured out what you need to do yet, whelp? Or are you tired of playing games, and simply wish me to tell you how to make it work?"
I glared at it, though I was really mad at myself for showboating when I should have been listening. "Very well, demon. I'm asking now... what should I do?"
"You have brought forth the teeth of Solomon, though you could have done so less painfully had you followed my instructions." It flashed its fangs at me in a mirthless smile. "Nonetheless, you have completed the first step. Now you must complete the final one.
"You must take the ring and drive its teeth into the heart of the symbol on your leg. Only then will the power that has lain dormant for all these years be available to you."
My first thought upon hearing what Ornias had to say was 'Why? Why cut my leg to initiate the power?' But, thinking a minute, I discovered I knew why. For, when it came to demons and power, one thing always seemed to be needed to close the deal.
Blood.
Blood sacrifice, blood rituals, pentagrams made of blood... the rites and summonsing of demon lore all called for blood. So why should this be any different?
Carefully, I placed the ring over the tattoo, its light easily showing where the "teeth of Solomon" had to be "driven." Knowing it would only hurt for a moment, I pushed the ring into the back of my leg.
For a moment, everything was okay; the pain in my leg was annoying but manageable. Then, light exploded behind my eyes, as if I'd just been hit by a massive uppercut delivered by the heavyweight champion. I only knew I was falling when I hit the ground like a bag of cement.
The last thing I heard before I completely lost consciousness was Ornias' voice hissing, "Sleep well, whelp. I'll see you in your dreams."
And then all the lights in my head went out.
Closing the door to the master bedroom, I stood for a moment in the hallway, deep in thought.
There was nothing stopping me from keeping Samantha except my own doubts. I had thought I was playing Boy Scout, doing a good deed in giving Sam the body he had always wanted. But I had not been prepared for how quickly the submissive inside that body would decide that I was the one to whom she wanted to be enslaved. More than that, I didn't know if I really felt like a deserved such devotion. If Sara's journal entries were to be believed, I had lost one woman because I couldn't be dominant enough. More than that, I didn't really know Sam all that well. Before the change, he was a friend, but not a close one. And now... her devotion to me seemed to deepen with every moment that passed. I knew that I would fulfill my responsibility to care for her, since I had been the one who propelled the switch from man to woman. But taking responsibility was different than emotional involvement... and I still wasn't free of my love, my desire for the woman I had intended to be mine forever.
I looked down on the shiny silver ring on my finger. If all had gone to plan, she would be wearing it now on her left hand, and perhaps we might have already set a date to be married. I had let the abruptness of the end of our relationship stall my life; I had brooded over it to the point that no other decision in my life could be made without coming up to an unfinished bridge over a deep chasm called Sara. And the only way that bridge would ever be finished was with answers. And since all the answers were still ahead of me, I again started walking down the hall.
Images... fleeting, flitting impressions of places, people I had never known... rushing through my brain...
... dust and heat... untold thousands of people working, moving heavy stone blocks... shouts from below me..."Look, it's the king!"... the workers stop to cheer me loudly, while an old man with a wise face says "The temple will be finished on time, your majesty"... a troubled boy in a dirty face, kneeling in the dust..."King Solomon, the demon plagues me at work, at home... he steals my food, my wages, he sucks the very life from my body"... a prayer to God... its answer, an angel bearing a silver ring with a black stone... the boy is brought before me again, and I give him the ring, telling him to throw it at the demon and then bring it back to me... the boy returns, smiling, triumphant, and hands the ring to me... I finger the side of the ring; where there was only silver before, there is now a symbol, small but easily deciphered - the name of a demon..."Who are you demon, that you plague a boy and not a man?"..."I am Ornias... I strangle those who live in Aquarius because of their passion for the women who reside in the sign of Virgo... In my transformations, I am a man who craves the bodies of effeminate boys, and sometimes causes them great pain..."..."I seal you with this ring, and order you to help build the temple to better honor God"... I summon the demon again..."Ornias, take my ring and find the demon Beelzeboul... throw the ring at him, and, when he is taken by it, bring the ring back to me..."..."So, prince of demons, you sit before me alone. Why is that?"..."I am the last of the fallen angels, cast out of Heaven by God... His power thwarts me in all aspects..."..."Take this ring, and find all the demons under your power, and bind them with it, then bring it back to me, and then you shall begin your labor on the temple..."... 14 number the symbols on the ring, counting Ornias, Beelzeboul, and the 12 demons that the prince of demons has brought under God's control...
The scene fades, blends into another... a dimly lit tent, populated with shadowy figures... I am the only human in the room, and I lay on some type of cot, covered in blankets... my body, once full of strength, now lies wasting and on the verge of death..."You are all agreed... the ring will no long summon you individually, but will instead draw power from you to do the will of its master... I have used that power to change the structure of the ring around its stone... to unlock its power, the one who wears it must unlock that change... Ornias will be the keeper of the ring's secret, a barrier to those unworthy to wield such powers..."... The tent, darker still in my eyesight, though candles remain lit throughout... I cling to life but only in shallow breaths... I hold the hand of a woman, speaking haltingly..."You created a destiny for me with this ring that I pursued without regret... but the ring cannot save me... it was you and your sisters that divined the great secret and bound the ring to my will... by my will, I bind you to the ring, now and forever... only you may choose who wears it, and by their own wit must they find a way to use it... flee here, and travel the world... by my will, the ring will protect you and provide for you, and you shall not age any further... when the ring-bearer dies, it shall always come back to you, waiting for your next choice... you chose my destiny well, and now you shall do so until time itself comes to an end... that is the will of Alexander, the king..."
Flying now, the images are mere impressions... Caesar, bedding the ferocious Cleopatra, and binding her to his will... Genghis Khan breaching the Great Wall of China... Cortez, masquerading as a god to conquer the Aztecs... Napoleon Bonaparte, in command of 10,000 troops, seizing control of a Turkish fort, all the while planning the coup that would lead to him becoming Emperor of France...
Abruptly, all the jumbled images from the past ceased to rumble through my head; in the sudden quiet, I could feel my body once again, could feel that I was seated upright, though my eyes were closed. Cautiously, I blinked my eyes several times, and then I slowly moved my hands and arms, as if to reassure myself that they still worked.
I was seated at a table, a rather nasty piece of red Formica with silver metal trim, right out of some roadside diner. The entire room was, in fact, a relic from another time, something out of a mod-60's obsessed nightmare, full of loud colors, old plastic furniture, and kitschy knick-knacks. In front of me on the table sat a china cup on a saucer and a silver spoon resting on a linen napkin. A man bustled in from what must be the kitchen, a steaming teakettle in his right hand.
"Oh, good! You're awake! Just in time for tea and biscuits!" He sat the teakettle down and looked me over carefully. "You seem to be in fairly good shape, considering. The ring often leaves its initiates in a rather dreadful state, since it refuses to let them regain their senses until they have some basic, ummm... realignment in their thought patterns. You, however, seem to have come through it in less time than most, and that is a good reflection on both your knowledge of history, and your ability to adjust to the unexpected."
While he talked, I examined speaker quite closely. It was obvious from his clothing that this was his place; his paisley Nehru jacket and flared pants fit the mod motif perfectly. So did his facial hair, a rather thick gray goatee that simply screamed, "I am a relic from the 60s!" His rather long, untamed head of hair and the reading glasses perched on his nose, combined with the numerous books piled on the table and the floor, only added to the kooky sense that this space belonged to him, and that it suited his needs perfectly.
Carefully considering a moment, I swallowed, then asked, "Excuse me... who are you, and where am I?"
Setting the tea down in the center of the table, he smiled beneficently, like a teacher pleased by a promising pupil. "You know, most of those who have been here have been a little rude when asking that question, so you don't know how welcome it is to hear some civility in your voice. However, I have the feeling that your question is going to test your ability to suspend your currently limited thought patterns and accept things that make absolutely no sense.
"My name is Merlin, wizard and teacher to the court of King Arthur. And this... well, this is Berkley, California, circa 1964.
"And you, dear boy, are the 12th pupil brought here to learn how to wield King Solomon's ring." He smiled, enjoying the look on my face for a moment. Then he asked a question of his own.
"Tea?"
The walk to the end of the hall was short, and I heard voices in the living room as I approached. I stopped in the shadows to take stock of who was there.
Normally, there would be plenty of people in the living room at this time, as Thomas, or " Master Tricksie" as he liked to be called, would have brought some new or unusual toy out to demonstrate, first on his sub Richard, then on anyone who volunteered to let him. Tricksie was a short, wiry Sonny Bono-type guy, with oil-slick hair and a pencil thin mustache to match. He exuded the bluff heartiness of a car salesman outside of the monthly meetings, but once here, strutted around like a bantam rooster, waiting for his opportunity to take the spotlight. Richard was my height, towering over Tricksie by 6 inches, which I suppose is why Tricksie took so much delight in leading him around by his leash, or having him on his knees when sitting, or inflicting pain on his bare skin during the demonstrations. Not that Richard didn't enjoy it; he had confessed to me on more than a few occasions that the pleasure he got from Thomas' bag of tricks more than made up for the times when he thought Tricksie went too far, either in demeaning Richard with words, or actually drawing blood with one of his "tools." I personally thought Tricksie got carried away far too often, crossing the line from what should be done in front of others to what should be done in private too much.
As Richard knelt and Tricksie rummaged in his bag for his tool of choice, I spied one other person in the "audience": Mistress Matilda. She was a fortress of a woman, squat, rotund, seemingly as big around as she was tall; if you put tusks on her, you'd have thought she was a warthog walking on two legs. I didn't know if she was really a Mistress, or just liked being called one, since she never brought anyone with her to the monthlies, and never seemed to be interested in actually participating in any way - except to eat. She always seemed to be going back for plate after plate off the potluck table in the dining room. In fact, even as Tricksie readied his demonstration, she was eating a plate piled high with chips, pasta salad, and "pigs-in-a-blanket." Her face suggested that, other than the food, she was pretty much bored with the evening.
I suppose that, in the back of their minds, they must have been wondering where everyone else was. Thanks to a quick command when I had entered the house, that's where that thought stayed; if no one else was around, it did not seem overtly unusual to anyone with whom I had not otherwise come into contact. Instead, those people simply thought that the others were doing something else in some other room... and only Thomas was really bothered by this, since his star couldn't shine in front of an audience of one.
I had no real animus against Tricksie or Richard, even if I didn't really respect Tricksie's methods. Matilda was a different story. When I had come to the house the time before this, the time they had told me I was no longer welcome because Lord Ramon and Sara had said so, Matilda had not only agreed with the decision, but chimed in with a long rant about how I would be better suited to kissing her boots and being a toilet slave rather than masquerading as a dominant male. Thinking about it now made me narrow my eyes in annoyance. In my thoughts, I could think of no one who deserved less input into the decisions of the group than Matilda, whose only purpose in attending seemed to be to eat and look bored.
Of course, it was my pleasure to change that this evening.
Striding in from the shadows, I smiled at the three of them, and then sat down on the couch near Matilda... not touching, certainly, but within arm's length. She looked at me as if I was a roach that had just turned up on her plate... but instead of acknowledging my presence, she simply slid over as far as she could on the couch, trying to put as much distance as she could between us.
Richard acknowledged me with a nod of his head and a rueful expression. In his mind, I could see sympathy for the way I had been treated, as well as a bit of puzzlement over why I was here. Tricksie looked up from his bag, and, seeing me sitting there, had only one thought: at least two people would be watching his demonstration.
Giving Tricksie a mental nudge, he pulled from his bad a claw-shaped glove, complete with sharp-looking metal protrusions angling out from the tip of each finger. Except for the shorter length of the metal tips, it could have come straight from the prop room of the last Freddy Krueger movie. As Richard watched Tricksie strap the glove onto his right hand, I felt very mixed emotions filter through his mind. Apparently, he'd had the glove used on him before. He enjoyed the feeling of the metal as it played across his body, and, up to a certain point, the pain it caused as Tricksie slowly increased the force he used in wielding it. But, probing deeper, there was fear. Fear that Tricksie would again go too far. Fear that he would again draw blood. Fear that the sadist would not stop until he had done something too damaging to heal without scars.
Thinking for a moment, I concentrated briefly on Richard, making a slight physical change that I hoped would work out better for both he and Tricksie. Then I turned my attention to my companion at the end of the couch.
With the exception of Frick and Frack, I hadn't really changed anyone in a way that was truly against their nature, and, since they were already very self-centered, it hadn't seemed to really be that much of a change to anything except their bodies. However, looking inside Matilda's mind, I could see she did believe she was a dominant woman; she enjoyed all the aspects of controlling and inflicting pain upon submissive men, except for one - actually doing it herself. In short, she liked to have it both ways - enjoying the submission of men without doing any of the work herself.
She liked to watch, then go home and frig herself in the shower until she came.
Probing further, I could see she had never lifted a whip or a flogger herself; had never bound anyone; had, in fact, never done anything in the least dominating with any man. Of course, she had gone years without having any type of relationship with anyone. Riding her memories backward, I found that it had been college, in a frat house late one night. There had been a party, and she had drank beer after beer. Her friends had left her there, thinking someone else would take her home... until there was no one else to help her. Drunk and alone, she had been carried down into the basement, where the frat boys had stripped her, and then, while one of them fucked her from behind, another would fuck her mouth. There were 10 frat boys, and over three hours, each of them came once in her mouth and once in her pussy. After sleeping off her drunk, she walked the 10 blocks back to her dorm, her face still sticky with the dried cum of the frat boys. And, as she had showered, she had cursed herself for loss of control, cursed herself for being unable to make them stop.
Cursed also herself for enjoying it so much... and for wanting, somewhere deep inside her, for it to happen again. To be called a slut and bitch. To be used and degraded and fucked over and over again. To cum and cum and cum.
But, in her mind, the pleasure of the sex became equated with disgust and filth and lack of control. So she filed charges against the boys involved, as well as a complaint against the fraternity with the school. When the boys were convicted of sexual assault and the fraternity lost its charter, she felt power of a different sort, a vindictive flame that grew in her mind to replace the tawdry lust that she had enjoyed in the basement of the frat house. Soon, she had dedicated her life to actively damaging the finances and businesses of as many men as she could: she became an IRS auditor. Her bosses had long since stopped giving her cases involving women, because she never found fault or ordered prosecution; give her a case with a man, and she would dig and hound and harry until the man either settled or went to court - and most times, they settled.
Moreover, she lived a nearly sexless existence, thriving on watching a few dominate and many others submit, and imagining herself in the dominant role later as she masturbated in her tub, the shower spray massaging her clit while she rubbed herself to climax. She never had to worry about being disappointed by a submissive, or even having to lift a hand to try to control one, because she never tried. Her lusts could remain buried deep under thick walls of disdain and apathy for the men she secretly wished would fuck her silly.
As I was digging this information from Matilda's psyche, Tricksie had started his demonstration. He raked Richard's back with the metal claws, starting slowly, moving from light metal caresses to heavier strokes that left angry red marks across the skin, but drew no blood. Richard remained still, reveling in the sensations, but not fully in the moment, knowing that at some point, Tricksie would go too far and start to do more than scratch.
Meanwhile, I had begun to toy with Matilda a bit, making her think that she was hungry again, even though she had half a plate of food on her lap. As she started to get up, I asked her "Are you going to get something to eat?" She looked at me dismissively, but didn't answer. I continued, "You know, if you are, those pigs-in-a-blanket look good. Why don't you bring me some?" Looking at me like I might have asked her to strip naked in the living room, Matilda walked out... then came back a few minutes later with two plates. One contained some cookies and some apple cobbler, apparently for her. The other held three pigs-in-a-blanket, which she attempted to hand to me.
"I don't know what's come over me, getting food for the likes of a worm like you. I must be in a verrry good mood."
I didn't accept the plate, and she stood uncomfortably, fidgeting. It was obvious that she wanted to sit down, but for some reason seemed unable to do so until I took the plate from her hand. After waiting more than a minute, she finally asked quite peevishly "Is something wrong?"
"Yes, there is something wrong, bitch." Hearing the word bitch, Matilda's face twisted in a nasty grimace. However, to her surprise, her pussy suddenly felt moist, and her flush of anger was suddenly aided by a flush of arousal. "The baked beans are setting on the table right beside these weenies, and yet you couldn't be bothered to bring me any. What are you, brainless?" The look on her face turned from anger to confusion, as her cunt again tickled with the trigger of my put-down.
Despite the pleasure, her voice still held more than a little contempt. "And what do you expect me to do about it, worm?"
"I expect you to go back to the dining room, put some baked beans on this plate, and then bring it back to me. And be quick about it."
It was apparent from her thoughts that she'd much rather dump the plate in my lap and sit back down, but she didn't move a muscle. A trickle of sweat running down her face was the only external sign of the battle going on inside her head. Her normal train of thought: 'Stupid fucker, what does he think I am, the maid?' But there was a second train of though insistently through her brain, one that was backed up by the locked muscles in her arms and legs: 'I should have remembered to get those beans while I was there the first time; it won't take me a minute to go back and get them, so I can get rid of this plate.' Given the fact that she couldn't do anything else, she slowly turned around and started back to the dining room.
"Stop!" I said in a loud voice. Matilda froze in place, and then turned to face me. "Did you ask for permission to leave the room, 'Tilda?"
The expression of rage in her face could have ignited an explosion, but again, that second voice inside her head spoke persuasively: "There's no harm in being polite, and its nice that he thinks enough of me to shorten my name." She stood motionless for another minute, and then asked through gritted teeth, "Can I please leave the room, Daniel?" Almost as soon as she had uttered the words, her pussy spasmed in pleasure, and she gasped in shocked surprise.
"Leave already," I said dismissively, smirking at her. She hurried away, distracted a bit by the pussy juice threatening to spill out around the elastic grasp of her panties.
When she came back the next time, both hands were firmly clasped around my plate; in addition to the beans, she had placed two rolls and a piece of fried chicken. She hurried to stand in front of me, holding the plate like an offering. I pretended to look it over, while probing her mind. The new voice in her head continued to work on her, not letting her move unless she did things the way it said, adding just a bit of pleasure to the act when she complied. She couldn't understand why she was having such a hard time ignoring what I was telling her to do, but she rationalized it by telling herself she was bored and it was a way to pass the time.
I looked up at her and raised my eyebrow slightly, then sat back on the sofa and said nothing. I swear I saw her upper lip quiver when she said "Is something wrong, Daniel?"
"Do you see something missing from this plate, girl? Something important? Look closely!"
She scanned the plate, looking for something obvious, while I kept her mind slightly befuddled so that she couldn't think clearly. Finally, near tears, she shrugged her shoulders in defeat.
"Is there a fork on this plate? How am I supposed to eat these beans, with my hands?"
One little tear spilled over onto her cheek, as the new little voice inside her head criticized her for being such a thoughtless, careless girl. But then, the voice said that, if she hurried, maybe I might forgive her. She thought for a moment, then tilted her head forward slightly and asked, "Daniel, may I please leave the room?"
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He walked slowly towards her. Each step he made joined in the rhythm of the thumping in her chest. He wore his hair in an adorably rumpled messy way, running his fingers through them nonchalantly as he neared her. She noticed his shirt unbuttoned three holes down and slightly open at the collarbone, giving her a good view of the protruding muscles on his shoulders. His right hand was on the pocket of his trousers, which hung almost loosely over him. But she could have sworn that she can discern...
The Joys of Ownership The Joys of Ownership. "Hey, Carl." The twins wanted something or needed something ... this wasn't a 'social' visit. "Mina ... Bill. Do for ya?" "When does our prepaid rent run out?" "Shit! I never looked. You two are so little trouble I never bothered." Mr. Santiago looked a little put out. Not with the twins but with himself. "I'll have to go look at the receipt book." He came out counting on his fingers ... mumbling. "April 1- May 1 ... one. May 1...
There was that familiar gooey feeling in the pit of my stomach again. All it took was for her to grace me with a slight glance, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips, a knowing glitter in her eyes and I was a goner. She knows she has me wrapped around her little finger, but it wasn’t always like that. There was a time when I thought I hated her and her, well she was adamant. We went to school together, for fourteen years. We did not belong to the same circle, in fact I made sure I...
-A true original story-It was the FIRST TIME meeting my then-girlfriend’s parents, and if it wasn’t already awkward, things got a bit interesting…After arriving at the in-laws' house and some introductions, my wife and I got settled and unpacked. It had been a long day of travel, and I just wanted to sleep. However, we couldn’t simply turn in before spending a bit more time with her parents…A small gift exchange was in order. For her father I brought some top-shelf liquor. And for her mother I...
Once back in his ship, he therefore sat at his desk to update his latest letter to Mirabel, adding his plea to look after Teresa and assuring his intended that he was anxiously awaiting the day when they would see each other again. He explained his new tasks and expressed his hopes of returning to Gibraltar in the early autumn. When this was done, he called for Bartleby and asked him to bring in Teresa. The girl smiled at him when she entered the cabin. She had become very familiar with him...
It was after we were in bed, and Annie was snuggled up to me that the need for some Magic became evident. I had my cock pressed against her before she spoke. "Can we wait? I'm still a bit sore from last night," she told me. "Is that still bothering you?" I asked, surprised. "Yes, quite a bit actually," she confessed. "Didn't you... ?" I started before I remembered that it was a Second Level spell that I was asking about. "I'm sorry. I should have thought of this earlier," I...
Terry was a good friend of mine. I believe her as we have been friends since childhood and I have been to the place where she worked a lot. She was 18 at the time. She worked in a crazy large bar and was a shooter girl or shooter bitch as some call it. The bar she worked in could hold 300 plus people and was wild. It was a country style bar. Things got especially rowdy there on Friday and Saturday nights. Her job was to dress pretty slutty and of course the sluttier you dress the...
My mom had just sold her house and I was helping her move into a very nice apartment. She decided she didn't need the house as I had left several years ago and my sister, Beth, had just settled down into her own place. Since the divorce it had been hard been make the large mortgage payments so it was time to move on.I was 26 and worked at Hermannhoff's as a waiter/bartender. As bars go it was a good place to work the boss was good to us and the tips were great. It was also a very terrific place...
I have been a crossdresser for many years now, since about the age of 5 or 6, I wore my first pair of pantyhose, it made me feel excited inside, I did know if I got caught I would be in trouble,which I eventually did,boy did I get ridiculed for a long time growing up,which I think eventually led me down the road of d**gs and alcohol, burying my thoughts and confusions,i did dress when no one was home and discovered masturbation at about 14,wow do I like that..lol..I did have a friend growing up...
My boyfriend Robby just got a new job at a law firm. I thought it was a weird choice for him, considering the fact that he is covered in tattoos and his overall style is that of a rock star. However, he makes a pretty decent living, even in the entry level, so I figured it would be an all right career for him. I, on the other hand, am a part time waitress, so I happen to be home a lot more. I spend a lot of time waiting for Robby to come home so I can spoil him. I'm kind of like a 50s wife in...
Straight SexThis chapter can be read as a standalone story but it will make more sense and give you the background of the characters and the story line if you read the first chapter As always constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. . ********************* Friday morning Dillon was late reporting to Tom at the marshal’s office, he didn’t get there until 8:30. He yawned as he walked through the door. Tom looked up from his desk and laughed. ‘You look like you been rode hard and put...
Dosto ye meri pehli story hai, story kya hai real life incident hai. Pichle kai saalo se ISS pe stories padhta aa raha hu sochta tha ki kabhi apna experience bhi post kardu lekin hichak hoti thi. Aaj himmat kar k post kar hi raha hu. Aapko kaisa laga iska feedback jaroor dena, pe. To ab main shuru karta hu. Ye ghatna kareeb 2 saal pahle ki hai jab main college mein tha. Mera ek dost tha jo mere saath mere college mein meri hi class mein padhta tha. Wo bachpan se mera kaafi acha dost tha. Humne...
Gay Male"Cindy, I know you're hiding behind that door. Get a life, already. We don't need a shadow," said Ted. "Ted, don't give her such a hard time. She just looks up to you and admires her big brother. "Dan, I just wish she'd admire me from her own room." "Should I or shouldn't I?" questioned Cindy. She mulled the question in her head as long as possible, but time was running out. It was now or never. "Here goes nothing (or everything)," she heard echoing in her brain. Picking up...
I’ve known Monica since we were kids. We met on the neighborhood playground and grew up together. As we grew older, I found myself completely in love with her. She was always small, slender and cute, with a smooth, almost onyx skin tone, long silken curls and mischievous eyes that were almost equal in color to the darkness of her complexion. And as we grew older she grew more beautiful until it almost seemed as if no man could resist looking at her as she passed.With us both being virgins, our...
CuckoldI'd been talking to our neighbour about this and that, she was 72 years old, around 15 stone and lived with her husband. We were just passing the time of day when it started to rain, we said our goodbyes and I came in the house. I was looking on xhamster when I decided to have a good long wank as I was gagging for it, and the wife was at work.So there I was stroking my rock hard cock, when there was a knock on the door, I ignored it and carried on in my own little world watching my favourite...
Sacrifices Ultimate love and ultimate evil 2000 years ago. The Sun God was awake again. The top of His head was just visible over thehorizon at the far side of the bay and the first rays of His life-giving radiancemade the four poles on either side of the dying embers of last night's firecast long shadows towards Arn. A soft moan made him turn his head. Gro hungslumped in her bonds, apparently unconscious. Her hands, tied so high up thepole that she was forced on tiptoe, were blue and swollen...
Monday, April 16, 2007 (Continued) At 4pm I detached myself from the boat and headed closer to the shore to find a computer to use. I hadn't done enough research about the military bases in the area, so it was time for me to do some more googling before people got home from work. I found a seaside house with a couple of computers that I could use, so I browsed away. I used Google Earth on one of them, and noticed that Hampton Roads was only fifteen miles away from where I was now. If I...
Introduction: This is how I remember it! She wasn't THE prettiest girl I knew, but she was certainly one of them. And to my way of thinking, Kelli was the ultimate Girl Next Door – and I’m sure you would have agreed, if you happened to be (as I was at the time) an athletic, fun-loving, mischievous f******n-year-old boy. She was a year younger than me; we had lived house-by-house since I was ten, when my family moved to that quiet suburban neighborhood of older homes, wide tree-lined streets,...
Rumors ran rampant and riot amongst the servant's quarters that day, causing the usually aloof Christine to stop and unobtrusively listen to the unending chatter around her. The ceaseless tongue wagging of her fellow maids never failed to amaze and confound her. She rolled her eyes at the rapt attention paid to the current gossiper. "Oh, I heard that she is a witch and has a face that looks like folded bread dough." "Well, I too heard that she is a witch, but did you hear that she has a...
Introduction: A fight for dominance This is a short fiction story. I may well write a part two. My blog is: http://singlesexysecrets.blogspot.com.au/ Im a lawyer. A successful one. I dress like one too. I played college football, and Im built like I did. Even now in my early 30s my hair is still a perfect shade of hazelnut. My brown eyes are sharp and strong. I stand at a masculine 6. I have a nice big thick cock too. It was Friday, after a long week I like to sit in the bar, have a cognac...
What would happen if four families each contributed one member to create a new family? In this episode of Family Swap, swap siblings Lily Larimar and Nathan Bronson have been hooking up at night. They think they’re being quite sneaky about it, but their swap parents, Silvia Saige and Jack Vegas, know what they’re up to. After family board game night, Silvia tries to talk to the kids about it. Lily doesn’t really care what her swap mom thinks. She’s so annoyed at Silvia...
xmoviesforyouAfter the door to the Dean's office closed behind me, I transported to my own office, startling the staff in her outer office by my sudden departure. I did this instead of going directly to my class so that I could listen to what transpired in the Dean's office. Arriving there, I turned on my computer and selected the new file that I had created, so I could listen to what was being said presently in the Dean's office. You see when I cast the spell to cancel the Magic that had been used to...
It was daylight. Tabatha woke up itching and scratching. The ants had found her during the night. Her whole body was inflamed with their biting. She rose and began to brush the tiny red monsters off her, then saw the thousands that were parading in a foot-wide line in toward where she slept. "K-rap on this!" she cried. She ran out of Béla's Ruins (That's what she'd named her new home, since Béla had once lived there and that's where she found Béla's Praetor) and toward the river –...
Maybe I should take a minute to describe my sister and her best friend, Beth. Lori is five foot two inches, trim with almost waist-length light blond hair and blue eyes. Our mom comes from a Swedish family and is quite pretty herself. All my friends refer to her as a MILF and I tell them to lay off. They don't and, really, in a way, I agree, she's a fox. Lori has mom's genes and is a bit shorter, younger version. Beth is about two inches taller than Lori and I think it's all in her...
Judy felt a boot kick her foot. She grimaced as she sat up. "Tanda Havra," she said softly. She couldn't see the woman in the darkness, but knew who it had to be. It was pitch black, the middle of the night. No light was allowed to show from their position after dark; the guards had been commanded to report light the same way they would an intruder. "My father is outside. He and I are going scouting before first light. Two of our scouts did not return at midnight, as they should. Both...
Father and I arose early to bathe by moonlight in the cool waters of the pond behind The Manor. Fancy held an oil lamp and exerted considerable effort to avoid looking at us. I thought it strange she was reticent to see our male equipment when Ebony was anxious to both see and take a man inside herself. Dawn found us dressed and ready to meet with Overseer Witherspoon, a sour, fat white-man, before our later breakfast meeting with Mary Elizabeth Whitfield. We instructed Patience, Ebony, and...
Farrah Dahl was telling her best friends Ryder Skye and Laura Bentley about how she was going to convert an extra in her house to a gym. All of these milfs were pumped about that since their crew loved to work out. Farrah’s stepson cody loved to watch these mature women get physical, so he was definitely a big fan of this happening. And it seemed like each time one of them would get him alone they would either fuck him or suck his cock. Everything was going great until Farrah found out what was...
xmoviesforyouHelp from a friend. Over the few weeks since I had taped Sarah in the bathroom, I tried numerous times to view her again, to no avail. I did have one opportunity to view her close-up quickly. She had fallen asleep on her bed, the top bunk after school one day and Anne called upstairs that dinner was ready and would i wake Sarah. Entering her room i saw that indeed she was fast asleep. As i approached her I saw that her shorts were very loose on her. I knew that if i just moved them...
It was a Friday night and I had gone out for a few drinks with my gf's after work. U were supposed to be going across town with some buddies to see a band, but came down with a migraine in the afternoon so you stayed home to sleep it off. Usually 3-4 hours sleep gets rid of the worst of it. You woke up around 9pm, felt better, took a couple of headache tablets with a coffee and went back to bed. About half an hour later you heard me come home, chatting with someone. You couldn't hear the...
I am not going to describe in narcissistic detail what I look like, the size of my breasts, the colour and/or length of my hair, and all the other rubbish that the usual so-called “erotica” online is usually filled with. You can imagine whatever you want from these basic details: I’m in my late thirties, moderately plump, and of medium height. I am single, bisexual, of mixed race, have a college degree, and work as an office manager. I love reading, goldfish, hard rock, and walking in the...
The rest of the day she busied herself with chores, and tending to the preparation of the hides she had collected on her excursion. Those were her bread and butter, and without the valuable animal pelts, she would go penniless. He helped as he could around the place, and was generally useful, if not skilled. She found his powerful arms were excellent for stretching gut to prepare it for the making of bowstrings. He also did a little work on the cabin, fixing a few leaky spots in the mud patch...
At the start of the year my hubby, J and I were having dinner with some friends, Julie and Paul, when we got to talking about summer holidays. I knew Julie and Paul had been going through a tough patch so when they suggested we all book somewhere together I thought it could do them good. To save money we booked a big apartment that had two double beds in the same room. Privacy wouldn't be an issue really. We'd all seen each other naked and certainly weren't shy about performing in front of each...
BisexualDOUBLE TROUBLE IIIThe reader is strongly recommended to read the DOUBLE TROUBLE series for background to the following narrative.CHAPTER IThe front door chimes dragged Josh away from his washing of the morning dishes. Lori had left for an appointment just a few minutes earlier to get her hair done, and wouldn’t be back until the afternoon. Drying his hands and picking up his coffee, Josh went to the front door to see who was calling at 8:30 in the morning. He was somewhat surprised to see...
Hello, my dear ISS readers. I am Sidharth, few months’ back I had posted my story sex at my friend’s birthday party for which I got good reviews and I also got few personal E-Mails. Few ISS reader who sent me a personal mail requested me to upload some more stories. So here I am with a new story and the continuation of my previous story. After the Birthday party night we started going out and used to be together most of the time. We didn’t get much privacy to do something but whenever we got...
Life settled for a few months after our adventures on Actilonia; if you count running away very fast from a virus ridden lunatic an adventure, along with non-stop sex to try and cure people (and keep Kirim happy as well). Things on Vreekoos were quiet. The work was steady and Kirim announced she was pregnant with our first, to my utter delight and that of our friends. The new Cure Guild was up and running, with Herrick taking it upon himself to crush any opposition to his reforms and make...
Friends, this is Rajesh residing in Bangalore and 45 years young man (LOL). My niece Indira in this story is my wife’s elder sister’s daughter and you can read the previous parts of the story to get the hang of the story. Let me come to the story quickly. I finished taking bath, came down to the living room, and dressed in a t-shirt and short. My niece Indira too had finished her bath and was watching the TV in the living room. She was looking gorgeous in a white t-shirt and white leggings as...
IncestHai dear friends, this is Asha again with my new story. And thanks for a huge response above my last story. “My brother’s servant made me slave”. This is a secand part of the same story. Please reed and send me your feed back at A heavy sound of metal gate Brock my nap. I open my eyes and watch the time at wall clock. It’s 8.30 OFFFFFFFFF my god it is almost 45 minute before usman and ordered me to “Khana pakana”. I hurriedly go in bath room and wash my face and after pee. i wash my cunt and...
My house is the last in the block, in fact, it is the last house of the street. Here the paving stops and the street turns into a dirt road. No wonder then that there is hardly any traffic. From here the dirt road runs along the wheat fields that start just east of my home. Standing in front of the mailbox one could see a mile toward the east, but only about five blocks toward the city. There the street disappeared down towards the river. Today the mailbox had yielded one piece of junk mail,...
Authors note: This is a true story; I knew both Al and Joyce (not their real names). Before they moved away Al was a complete cuckold. Joyce was truly a cum slut. If you liked this I can continue telling you of their 18 month relationship with John. Please give me some feedback. Al and Joyce had purchased a three-story condo in the city. As the entire unit need renovation it worked out well for Al, being a security geek, he had to have every room wired for sound and video. He had it hooked up...
Scarlett waited anxiously for her boyfriend, Ryan, as she paced around the dorm room. She was nervous, knowing what would likely happen later that night. After all, it would be the first night that they had the room to themselves. Scarlett’s roommate, Amanda, was gone for the weekend visiting her parents. So, she expected that she and Ryan were going to finally have sex tonight. Scarlett was a virgin. She grew up in a small town and was raised by rather strict parents. She never even really...
Useful Information by Armond 1. A sudden flash of white glittered through the raindrops that flowed down the leaden conservatory windowpane. Though it was late morning, the November storm made it seem like dusk. "I see headlights, he's here!" Seanna exclaimed, her dark auburn hair swishing as she turned from the window to her mother and aunt. The older women nodded serenely back to her, and rose from their dark rosewood card table in the center of the book-filled room. "Go...
This was the moment she had dreamed of all her life. Now she was on her way to the Pepsi Center in beautiful downtown Denver, Colorado to accept her party's nomination as their chosen candidate for President of the United States. She had overcome so much to get here. There were all the scandals she was implicated in during her husband's two terms in office that she managed to escape. Her own husband's sexual indiscretions almost ended her dream, as he was brought up on impeachment charges for...
A Visit with Karen After the incident with the gorgeous Kate, Christopher’s school day continued without any other incident But he walked off the grounds and headed to his new home something he didn’t expect happened. His ambling footsteps were often interrupted by the sounds of passing cars, that he was used to. Then he heard the sound of a car pulling in behind him, he looked behind him, Karen, the woman from the Administrative Office, was pulling up behind him in a yellow 2007 California...
NovelsI never told anyone , my mom still think i stayed to play the switch with thembut i was the one getting switchall 3 of them planed it for a week after the big bbq last weekendwhen i was the only one in a tight speedo in the poola bit older with horny black cocks half hard playing in the pool when our parents talked i bet they all jerkoff thinking of my white bubble but until next fridaymom dropping me at the house where i was invited to play nintendothey didnt loose any timei tried to ask them...
Sakura watched the long lines of infested Trankarans, the stoic republic citizens waiting patiently in the docking collar that connected the Kirrix dreadnought to the Invictus. There were so many freed prisoners in need of treatment that the queue seemed to stretch for miles, snaking through the innards of the alien ship until they reached the point where she now stood. “Are any of you wounded?” she called out as she crossed into the dreadnought, looking for anyone in need of emergency...
[Book4] This story begins three years after I met Billy and his Daddy. My life has completely changed since then. I still see Billy on occasion but his father died two years ago. I think I'm getting a little too old for him now; I'm fourteen, and Billy likes girls that are just starting puberty, like I was the first time they abducted me. My relationship with my daddy has improved 100% also; I finally know how to give him pleasure. But that's another story. That's why I found it so...
Introduction: Julia sneaks off for a filthy fuck in a public bathroom. Twenty Seven Minutes In Heaven By: DamonX ([email protected]) Julia picked up another glass of champagne as she glanced around the room. Pompous assholes, she thought to herself, taking a sip of the drink, watching the endless parade of rich old men arm in arm with their trophy wives. Julia hated these functions and cringed at the mere mention of attending one. It was her duty, however, as her husband expected her to...
So many stories of extreme power and insane abilities come and go, well this is one of them, but you don't have that power. Others have the ability to control you're whim with a snap, change you're very thoughts, but not you. You're just an ordinary person who has to live through the torment and trauma that they cause. This is Their world, you're just a character in it.
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