Runner and Lilah
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Within days a trencher was out cutting soil for the service runs. Electricity, water, phone and internet lines were laid. The services terminated where the plans required them to. Next the whole road-bed was dug up and re-lined with crushed limestone. It was compacted and lined again. Four passes gave that road a foundation equal to that of an interstate highway. Then the asphalt top cover was laid on in two passes with tarred road felt in between the layers. The resulting road was substantially higher than what had previously been laid. The road camber had been adjusted while rolling it down to promote drainage. The verges were filled in with compressed gravel.
I found myself established in a small furnished house for the duration. I was on a month-to-month lease. It was nothing special. It was simply a place to lay my head. I bought a used Subaru Outback with four wheel drive and got it insured. I was mobile again.
The end loader and dump trucks came to demolish and remove the remains of the old buildings. Under the watchful eye of the architect, a surveying team staked out the slabs. The end loader got busy digging out the footings for the house and the brick barn, as well as digging the hole for the septic tank. Forms went up and beds of gravel went down. The welders framed two nests of woven rebar where the slabs were to be poured. Next the cement trucks came. The float-men slicked the concrete surfaces while the foreman insured that the slabs were properly graded. They took time to cure. The septic tank was dropped in place and covered over with a pre-cast concrete cap. The inspectors had been watching and signed off on the foundation. That ended the first two weeks.
The crane came. Load after load of concrete slab showed up. Teams of men glued up the edges of the slabs and constructed a temporary scaffolding to hold the slabs in place until the adhesive cured. The adhesive used was stronger than the concrete. The outer slabs had a surface treatment that looked as if giant brush strokes had been made along the length of the surfaces. A facade would not be necessary. The brick barn was well underway.
Once the walls were up the welders came to install the stainless steel mid-line support. The wet saw teams came next to cut out windows and doorways. The rest of the slabs arrived to complete the inner walls, garage roof and main roof. The wet saw men came back to do some final work on the garage entry-ways. Then everything got sprayed with industrial sealer that sank into the surface of the concrete. It acted in a fashion similar to that of drywall primer. It was applied twice, exceeding code requirements. No more penetrations were to be done. Everything else was going to be done using construction adhesive. The crane left.
The plumbers plumbed, the HVAC men ran ducts and control lines. Once all the foam insulation and wall studs were glued up the electricians ran their circuits. Extra data lines were run to support internet connections and speaker installations. Stone masons were called in to build the fireplaces. A call was made for the inspectors to come and sign off while they could inspect the interiors of the walls as well as the smoke boxes and flues of the chimneys. That finished off the second two weeks.
**This is the story of a cocaine runner and his rise and fall to glory. I am testing the waters with this one. Have many more chapters waiting if is something you are interested in post some feedback and I will keep posting.** * Prologue The sleek outline of the black Jaguar XJ-8 nearly disappeared against the darkness of the desert. Quick and sexy, the car cut through the heavy blackness like a sharp knife through tissue paper. Rumbling and growling the big six speed, V-12 engine pulled the...
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This is the last story in my ‘Manhattan Girl’ trilogy. There are 13 chapters, the story is complete, and the chapters will post in rapid succession. I would like to sincerely thank Gaius Petronius for editing for me, and IanSaulWhitcomb for beta-reading. I am extremely grateful to know you both. Votes and comments appreciated. ***** The slight incline came as a welcome relief after miles of flat terrain, and the balls of Amy ‘s feet met the ground quicker with each rotation. Open space...
John weaved his way through the crowd and was relieved to find that William had secured a small table in the corner. ‘What’s up with our bar?’ William shrugged, ‘A work party or something.’ Their regular cocktail waitress made her way over and asked John if he would like his usual martini. After gratefully accepting her offer, John inquired about William’s favorite topic. ‘So how are things with Tracy?’ ‘Things are going very well,’ William said. ‘We’re going to Albany this weekend and I’ll...
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I used the tractor to spread the rotted peat over the proposed garden patch. The soil conditioner dug down over fourteen inches to distribute the peat and aerate the soil. We planted the garden including transplanting the tomato seedlings and setting the potato hills. Then I set the fence around the garden. The next time I went into town I bought a bolt-action .22LR rifle with a low-light scope and a brick of ammunition. I thought about what might be coming to dinner and bought a .22 WMR...
John heard Amy knock and let herself in. ‘You don’t have to knock, you know. You have a key, just let yourself in.’ ‘Oh, okay. It just seemed like a courteous thing to do.’ ‘We’re way past that,’ John smiled and was met with a serious gaze. ‘I have to show you something.’ Amy held a stack of magazines close to her chest. ‘Remember how I asked if I could send that photo you took into Runner’s World?’ ‘What?’ John’s face lit up. ‘They actually used it?’ Amy grinned and nodded while...
I live in a townhouse in the outskirts of a big city. Although the houses are packed tightly together we don't really act very neighbourly to each other. We're all busy professionals with busy lives and we keep ourselves pretty much to ourselves.There is a girl called Anna who lives about ten houses down the road from me. Like me, she's a runner; not the type of runner that runs because she needs to lose some weight. Oh no. She's fast, fit, has the world's most perfect ass and a pair of breasts...
BisexualI live in a townhouse in the outskirts of a big city. Although the houses are packed tightly together we don't really act very neighbourly to each other. We're all busy professionals with busy lives and we keep ourselves pretty much to ourselves.There is a girl called Anna who lives about ten houses down the road from me. Like me, she's a runner; not the type of runner that runs because she needs to lose some weight. Oh no. She's fast, fit, has the world's most perfect ass and a pair of breasts...
BisexualThis story was written for Adults. So if you are underaged in your country or don?t like TG stories please stop reading. This story is mine and if somebody wants to put it up at a different website should ask first. Runner in the morning, Ladyboy in the evening, Part II By Greta In the first part I had fallen in love with a fellow female runner and had a sexual encounter with her. Pure bliss but then things got out of hand. My wife threw my out after she found out what I had...
RUNNER?S WORLD RUNNER?S WORLD ??????????? I was out doing my daily six-mile run when I heard footsteps rapidly approaching from behind.? I waited a moment then turned around expecting to see some male running-ace flying past me.? Instead, it was a young woman and a young man running together at a good pace of just over six-minutes per mile.? We exchanged a brief look, and in that instant flash, I focused on the beautiful woman's bright emerald eyes.? I was hooked.? She smiled at me and...
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Arngeirr was crouching close to the forest floor as he skulked along the trail, stalking his prey. His hands were dirty, mud and moss clung to his Banded Iron Armour, his long golden blonde hair hung over his face, damp with sweat. He sniffed the air and swivelled around on his feet to face north. He had her sent. Quickly but lightly, he sprinted through the forrest towards Riverwood, making little noise he jumped from a fallen log and climbed a tall oak tree until, halfway up, he rested...
John loaded the last gift in the Range Rover, closed the hatch and declared, ‘Okay, that’s it. Go say goodbye to Freddy and I’ll stay down here with the car.’ ‘Be right back.’ Amy dashed upstairs and scanned her tiny apartment to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. ‘Bye-bye, Freddy. Try not to miss me too much. Tracy will come by to visit and feed you every day and I’ll see you in a week.’ She kissed the grey cat, who responded with indifference, then she ran down the three flights of...
Amy sat on the subway with the plastic-covered dress folded neatly in half upon her lap. At the time Tracy’s suggestion that she rent a designer gown seemed like a great alternative to buying something, but now the blood spatters across the front of the Gucci dress made the frugal choice look disastrous. She hoped the store owner would allow her to pay it off in installments, although she had no idea how much to expect. Not that she had any right to worry — whatever she owed would be trivial...
Thank you Gaius Petronius for editing for me. There are 13 chapters in this series and they will post daily. Vote, comments, and emails sincerely appreciated. ***** John watched Amy and Tracy exit the cab, and after greetings and introductions, the two couples were led to a table. John paused momentarily, giving himself an opportunity to fall behind and get a good look at Amy’s backside, from her toned pale shoulders down to her nicely rounded bottom. Once seated, Amy and Tracy began talking...
I would like to thank Gaius Petronius for editing. Any mistakes are mine. There are 13 chapters in the story and it is complete. Votes, comments, and emails are appreciated. Thank you for reading! DB ***** Amy looked around Anne’s office, waiting for her therapist to return. Late afternoon in January, darkness was setting in, and the room was lit by only a table lamp on the desk. The walls were painted robin’s egg blue. The painting of an ocean scene and the overstuffed couch had always...
Tracy slid onto the stool next to Amy’s. ‘Sorry, there weren’t any tables available.’ Tracy waved a hand away. ‘Prime-time in Manhattan? A coffee shop across from the library? I feel damn lucky to have a stool to park my butt on. Thanks for meeting me over here. I didn’t want make those old men in the writers group break down in tears when I started asking about your date with John.’ ‘Oh, they wouldn’t even be interested… except Naveen,’ Amy laughed. ‘He might actually cry.’ ‘Ha!’ Tracy...
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“Good grief, it's hot!” Gina wafted her hand in front of her shining face. The mercury in the office thermometer had risen past the eighty-five degrees mark and even with all the windows wide open the room was completely airless. It was 1976 and the summer sun had been beating down relentlessly for days now. The only good thing that Gina could see was, that as it was Friday, the office closed at three-thirty rather than five as during the previous four days. She looked at her watch. “Thank...
MILFI watched her run, her hair in a long pony tail, as it swished in time with her long strides. Long, lithe legs extending in an easy stride. Five minutes before they'd been wrapped round my back. This affair, this zipless fuck, had been going on for almost two years now and I still didn't know her name, still never saw her at any other time and I still didn't know where she lived... o-O-o Springtime on the riverbank. What a wonderful time of year. Time to be up early at the weekend. Time to be...
Quickie SexTo all readers: This story is meant to be read by Adults. So if you are underaged in your country or don?t like TG stories please stop reading further. Runner in the morning, Ladyboy in the evening By Greta Now I am living in a new town, just having moved here a few months ago. I can?t live without my morning run so every day after I wake up I get ready for a run in the Park nearby. After a couple of days I spotted a gorgeous woman with an incredible figure, long brown hair and...
This story is intended for the open minded adult. So if you are underaged in your country or dislike TG stories please stop reading. This story is mine and if somebody would like to put it up on a different website should contact me first. In Part II the newly transformed Greta went through more feminity training and suffered the indignation of having to give a blowjob to Aina, a Ladyboy who helped with the training. This was done all in order to prepare Greta for her debut with...
This story is intended for the open minded adult. So if you are underaged in your country or dislike TG stories please stop reading. This story is mine and if somebody would like to put it up on a different website should contact me first. In Part III the newly transformed Greta had an ecnounter with her Lovers mother Isabel and she turned out to be wicked. Unfortunately she has seen through Gretas disguise which she reveals after Gretas lover Aleila left for work. If you haven?t read...
© April 2003 I watched her run, hair in a long pony tail, swishing in time with her long strides. Her long, lithe legs extending in an easy stride, whereas five minutes before they'd been wrapped round my back. This affair - this zipless fuck - had been going on for almost two years now and I still didn't know her name, still never saw her at any other time, still didn't know where she lived... o-O-o Springtime on the riverbank. What a wonderful time of year. Time to be up early at...
Blasts of redness assaulted James from the inside of his eyelids. Each beat of his heart seemed to drive red hot spikes from his eyes to the back of his brain. His pain was a river without an end. Squinting against the throbbing, he groaned and slowly reached up towards his head to rub his eyes. He felt a hand reach out and stop his movement. "Shhhhhhh, just try to relax. I've got something here for the pain. I'd have given it to you earlier, but you have to be conscious before taking it...
An insistent beeping sound woke James and Tarra from a sound sleep. Tarra blearily looked up from where her head was resting on James' shoulder and said, "Computer, who is calling at this hour?" "Your father, do you wish to accept the call?" The computer's voice, while sounding quite human, lacked the dynamics and vibrancy of the Didgeridoo's helmsman and AI. "Yes, audio only," she replied. "Hello? Dad?" she asked after a soft beep had indicated the call was live. "Sorry to...
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Mathew: July 4th: One year after the plaque: I watched as the fireworks detonated above the city of Driggs, Idaho. My wives were sitting around me as the town celebrated its independence day. Around the park were hundreds of survivors of the worst disaster the country ... no, the world ... had ever seen. The casualty count was in the billions, as only three in ten survived the plague. The Middle East, China, and the South East Asian countries had been mostly wiped out. The United States had...
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A fierce mid-October ice storm followed by high winds took out my county-fed electric. Then the storm surge wiped out the road. It cut a hole through the land spit that supported the road! There would be no going to town for coffee and a newspaper for a while. It proved to me that I needed a power boat for emergencies. The big question was where could I shelter it? I had plenty of propane to keep the generator running, as well as all I'd need for cooking and heating but the experience...
While the ground was frozen I used the tractor to drag the trees I'd cut to the areas I'd set aside as mangers for the deer. It was several weeks of hard work in the cold before I was satisfied. The tractor would easily traverse the old roadbeds despite the stumps if I kept the speed down. Nobody but a madman with a death-wish races around any fields in a tractor—they have turned over and crushed many an unsuspecting farmer doing simple things such as plowing or baling. Farm injuries and...
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The highboy came in before Thanksgiving. We filled it with all the hand-painted china and the cut glass goblets that had been in the trunk. I bought a tarnish-retardant velvet-lined case for the silverware. I used the internet to find some silver serving pieces that matched the silver service fairly closely, and bought them. We'd probably never use them short of a wedding or visiting royalty. If the governor visited I'd invest in a matched set of dog food bowls. We used Corelle for...
It got brutally cold that January. The temperatures dropped well below zero and stayed there. The gale force winds didn't help much, either. The snow drifted the road closed almost as soon as Mark had it plowed out. We gave it up as a bad job and pulled our heads in. I worried about the LP gas tanks lasting the winter. We turned back all the heaters to fifty degrees and went about in jackets. Heating pads made all our beds comfortably warm. Since the kids were eight years old I'd purchased...
I wanted to start some organized exercises. I'd always been interested in Tai'Chi. The library had a DVD on it. I took it home, studied it and did my best. I wasn't very good, but I kept trying. I found a self-defense shop that specialized in TaiQuanDo. The young fellow running it knew Tai'Chi and was willing to give me some pointers—for a price. What the hell. He was a business-man and we both knew it. He got me going on the right path. After four weeks of practice, once per day under...
Runners Make the Best Ponygirls Chapter 1: Taken 32 minutes 55 seconds and 8 milliseconds. Her foot struck the pavement, the pain lancing up her nerves. The blister’s covering her left and right feet squished with each step. 32 minutes 55 seconds and 8 milliseconds, she repeated. Her mouth opened, with a great gasping inhale her chest expanded, oxygen filling her lungs. A half second later her nostrils flared as the air inside her chest rushed to escape. 32 minutes 55 seconds and 8...
At my age, one no longer hopes. The days of one’s youth are long gone. Yet, desire remains as devouring as in one’s youth. No, more devouring since one knows how little chance offers. All these years, and never to have found that one, that other, that part of oneself long lost. It was a Sunday afternoon, nothing to do, a walk through the public gardens. Summer was closing. Autumn already turned the edges of the leaves from green to shades of yellow and burnt orange. Two dogs chased each other....
Gay‘Do not walk in the way with them, hold back your foot from their paths, for their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed blood.’ Chapter 1. Wilimbra, July 1991. Caught up in the national drive for fitness, every evening after school I went for a run. I often took the track along the cliff top. Normally it had a pleasant view with the sea on one side and a clear view of the wooded hills about four kilometres inland as they rose up behind the town. On this winter evening I had chosen...
Bob Duncan is 46 years old. He is 6'2" tall. His weight fluctuates at around 190#. He is a 'Business Lawyer' by trade. He loves his daily workouts to keep himself fit. His passions are, living the high life, his wife of 22 years, and his only child Maggie. She is also the apple of his eye. Jacki Duncan is 44 years old, and had been a flight attendant, when she had met her future husband, Bob, on an overseas flight, to Japan. After a whirlwind romance when she was 21, they ended up married...
I tripped over my two left feet as I fled through the woods. I didn’t know what was after me, but I did know this—there was no way in hell I was going to let it get me. Pausing at a tree to catch my breath, I took stock of where I was. The middle of fucking nowhere, that’s where I was. Trees surrounded me front and back, left to right. How was I going to make it out alive? That’s when I saw it. My light at the end of a long, musty tunnel, the flickering light to...
Watching intently, I feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. I give a little gasp when I gently push the end of the brush into my sopping cunny. Matching the pace of the sexy couple on the screen, I try hard not to moan my delights of pleasure. Grunting inwardly, I press my fingers rapidly against my clit, stimulating my impending orgasm even more. Just when I’m about to explode around my beloved hairbrush, I hear knocking at my bedroom door. Acting quickly, I pull my hands away, push my...
My knees are weak as I lead you to my room. I barely notice you slipping off your shoes as we walk. We enter my bedroom and my mind is a fog. You lean down and kiss me. “Just you” echoes in my head. I feel my robe fall to the floor as your arms envelope me. I reach up to remove your shirt and your arms leave me. Our embrace is broken as we pull your shirt over your head. You look at me and smile. I am before you with nothing more to hide. I feel the touts of self-consciousness...
I trip and fall, he is so close behind me, I try to get up but he falls on top of me and keeps me to the ground. I struggle and wiggle trying to get out of his grasp. He is too strong.. DAMN! He turns me over and I get the first look at his well shaped face, those hard black eyes filled with passion stare back at me. He spoke softly " Do not fight me, you will only tire your self out." I didn't listen, and he held both of my wrist in his rough warm hands above my head. He pushed his mouth...
**This is the second part of the story. Your feedback will keep this story alive and keep me posting chapters.** Chapter 1 As the Boeing 747 made its final descent into the Los Angeles International Airport I felt my stomach begin a dance around my ass. I clutched my notebook for all it was worth, like my thoughts on the paper would protect me from what was coming. To most people what I was doing would be considered minor, but to an eighteen year old country boy from rural Missouri it was...
John stared mindlessly at the bottle of beer as he rotated it around in his hand, until William slid into the booth across from him. ‘Well?’ his friend asked. John raised his eyebrows as if he didn’t know what William meant. ‘Amy? Hiking? Photos? How’d it go?’ John shook his head, trying to form an answer. ‘I don’t know,’ he said in frustration. ‘It started out great. I mean really great. We had a fantastic time and Amy was warm, flirty, and a lot of fun. We hiked and I took photos and then...
Amy sat on the floor between John’s knees watching TV as he played with her hair. ‘I can’t believe you have to work on Thanksgiving,’ she said. ‘I don’t have to, sweetheart, I want to. It’s business as usual in the UK, and I get out of visiting my family.’ ‘I thought you said you love your sisters.’ Amy turned and met his eyes. ‘Don’t you want to see them?’ John laughed, ‘Of course I do, just not on holidays. They’ve all moved to different cities and if I visit one, the other two get their...
Amy and Tracy sat whispering on John’s couch, while the men worked in the kitchen. ‘I’m still getting over the shock of this place,’ Amy whispered to her friend. ‘I know,’ Tracy agreed. ‘I can fit my apartment in her about five times.’ ‘At least as many for me,’ Amy laughed. ‘So it looks like William’s super comfortable in the kitchen? And John’s being a good sport?’ ‘He’s trying to impress you,’ Tracy winked. ‘Little late for that. I’m officially smitten.’ Tracy sipped the wine she held...
John was in deep. Slinging one of her legs over his shoulder, he plunged his cock even deeper and watched her face intently as her eyes bulged with each thrust. ‘Oh my god, you feel huge like this,’ she moaned loudly, ‘You’re gonna make me cum!’ Her tits bounced with each rapid plunge and he watched as her French-manicured fingertips rubbed a circle around her clit. Her precious dirty little mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her body trembled visibly while her...
Introduction: This is the beginning of the end for gorgeous Rachel Reed and her sexy best friend Carolina Stemp. ———————————————————————— This is my first story. I appreciate any feedback I can get. Its more story than sex right now, but that will most likely change later on. All characters will be 18 or above, as I dont suppose child pornography. I hope to hear good responses, but dont mind critism if it is valid. May include incest, violence, dark erotic fantasies. If youre not into those,...