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Jessie sat at her fold-down desk on the Captain’s Bridge. It was morning in London, and she needed to work out her order to replenish The Lady Whisper’s stores. The fuel tanks were already being filled, so were the fresh water tanks.

Half the crew had the morning off. The other half would get the afternoon free. Most of the crew would be ashore tonight, too. They could blow off some steam until the next morning. The Lady Whisper’s crew were professionals. Every one of them. Linda believed in paying her crew very well. Each man was paid double what any other luxury yacht would offer. Linda treated them well, too. She knew each man by name, their birthday, their family situation. They had all worked for other yacht owners. The men knew how owners usually treated their employees. Like furniture. Some of the owners were really abusive. Not Linda. The guys all knew what she had done for the Cayman Islands. They heard rumors about what she was accomplishing all over the Caribbean. The orphanages. Bringing in new businesses and jobs to the region. Building homes and rebuilding islands ravaged by natural disasters. They knew. Most of the Caribbean was learning Linda’s name. It was supposed to be a big secret, but people talk. Word gets around. The crew would do anything for her. Anything.

Several of the single crew members wouldn’t mind spending a night in the owner’s stateroom. But ... they knew Cooky would be waiting for them the next day. He had a well-deserved reputation with a butcher knife. They may look at Linda, but no one was willing to face Cooky.

Jessie finished going over the supply lists, and decided to check on Linda’s stateroom to make sure everything was ready for her arrival. It was close to eight in the morning when she opened the door. The first thing Jessie saw was Linda’s pile of luggage on the floor. Then she noticed Linda laying curled up in a ball on the floor, sleeping. The poor kid was exhausted. If you could believe CNN she’d been very busy late into the night.

Jessie managed to get Linda into bed, and under the blankets. She sat down and watched her, reflecting on Linda’s life. She knew why Linda went through these days the international news was calling ‘A Rampage of Angels.‘ It was a natural reaction to George. To his betrayal. Breaking up with Linda during a phone call. The bastard didn’t have the balls to face her in person. Linda never had a real boyfriend. A normal girl would have dated and broke-up with several guys by now. It didn’t get easier, but you learned coping mechanisms. Like a quart of rocky road ice cream. That was Jessie’s guilty pleasure. Which reminded her, she needed an anti-fat treatment from Linda. She’d gained back five pounds during the trip across the Atlantic. Blame it on Cooky and his good cooking! Not the ice cream.

Jessie wondered how close to the edge Linda was standing. The stress she was under had to be incredible. There’s no way a person could kill thousands of people, and not have it leave scars on their soul. Even if those she killed richly deserved what happened to them. It was a very fine line between sanity and psychotic. Jessie decided it was part of her job as Linda’s friend to keep her sane. To keep her from falling to the ‘Dark Side.’

Jessie went back topside to get her supply orders sent off, and check the status of the Whisper. She added extra ice cream. Jessie had to wipe some tears away as she thought about her friend. Linda needed a vacation from her vacation. Jessie resolved to make sure Linda had some fun on their Mediterranean cruise, not a steady diet of death and destruction. They had eight days left before the next tournament in Australia. She’d let Cooky know Linda was onboard so he could make up a special lunch for her. Until then, Jessie would let her sleep.

Linda woke to the smell of something good. She yawned and stretched.

“Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling today?” Jessie greeted her. She set a pot of something that smelled delicious on Linda’s small, three person dining table, and opened a new bottle of Raspberry Moscato.

“I’m feeling better than last night. I don’t remember getting into bed. What is that? Breakfast smells delicious.”

“It’s not breakfast, it’s lunch. I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Cooky made one of his specialties. It’s called arroz con pollo, chicken and rice. The food is a Latin dish, and there are a hundred different ways to make it. His recipe is a casserole baked in the oven, made with black cardemom seeds.

Jessie looked up, and Linda was furiously getting dressed. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Jessie used her best Mom voice. It was amazingly similar to a military commanders voice.

Linda looked up as she grabbed a pair of jeans, and started doing the one-legged-hop as she tried to put them on. “I’m late. I was supposed to spend the morning in New Zealand, and Australia. They need my help.”

“Sit down! Eat lunch! Turn on the TV. You’re going nowhere today. You’ve been putting in twelve to fourteen hour days for what? Nine, ten days now? Without a break? Even God rested on the seventh day. If you keep this up you’re going to end up dead or in a hospital. Now, eat!”

Linda knew when she was out-gunned. She sat down while Jessie fixed her a plate of the great smelling casserole. Linda tasted a spoonful of the rice and chicken concoction and almost swooned. It was so damn good! She could eat this every day! Between mouthfuls Linda managed to mumble, “I really do need to get out there. Criminals might escape, or hurt someone.”

“Change the channel to CNN, and watch. That’s all I need to say.” Jessie sat down in one of Linda’s comfortable over-stuffed chairs scattered around her stateroom.

An advertisement was just ending. The famous news show anchor began reviewing the results of yesterday’s carnage.

“For the last two days a creature claiming to be the mythological ‘Rainbow Serpent’ of Australia and New Zealand has appeared in the skies above both countries. He spread his own message, even taking a harder line than the Angels do against criminals. His message: ‘Leave or Die.’ Officials in New Zealand report large numbers of Americans fleeing the country. Australia reported the same situation yesterday. Most, if not all, of these Americans are believed to have fled there to avoid Angel retribution over the last month.”

“New Zealand is reporting hundreds of dead ex-Americans. Australia has reported similar numbers. The Angels have declared there is no place criminals can hide. It would seem to be a prophetic declaration as Canada has joined the other two former British colonies in reporting vigilante deaths. Yesterday Angels appeared in the skies above Quebec, Montreal, and Ottawa. Yes, I said Angels. Plural. Several Angels were filmed above each of the large Canadian metropolises. Thousands of suspected criminals were believed dead, or dying in the country north of the United States. Police and emergency medical workers are still attempting to cope with the large numbers of dead Angelized foreigners.”

“Government authorities in all three countries have given reporters mixed messages. Some have unequivocally supported the Angels, and the Rainbow Serpent. Others have denounced the seemingly random death and violence occurring without due process of law. It has been frequently noted, all over the world, the Angels don’t really seem to give a damn. They just continue with their crusade, whenever, and wherever they determine a necessity. We can only wonder what country, what city, will be the next target of this world-wide crusade against hardened criminals. This network, in an unprecedented act, has today declared our full support for the Angels. We’ve never done anything like this, officially, before. David?”

Jessie clicked off the TV. “Linda, look at me, and pay attention now. You don’t have to do this every day. The world will still be here, tomorrow. Everyone needs time off. A break. You have to slow down. It won’t do the world any good if you kill yourself.”

“But...”

Jessie interrupted her. “There are no buts. No excuses. No ifs, ands, or buts. Today is a down day. Tomorrow we leave for the Med, and you’re going to relax and take some time off. Now I don’t expect you to completely stop; but, young lady, you’re going to slow down. A lot.”

“Linda, I know what’s going on here. I know why you’re doing this. It’s a coping mechanism for George. Honey, I’ve been there. Done that. I own the Tee-Shirt. Getting dropped by someone you thought was a forever love hurts. It hurts a lot. You’re coping by being too busy to think, to grieve. I get it. I’m here for you now. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to mourn for what might have been.” Jessie stood and took Linda in her arms as the young girl began sobbing out her grief. Jessie cried with her. Cried for her friend. Cried for her loss. Damn George!

Linda woke up. She’d fallen asleep again. It was getting dark outside, and she was alone in the room. Alone with her personal demons.

Are we going to go through all this again? Mouse asked. Okay, we get it. We’re insane. None of us girls really exist. So what? We’re in this together, until someone kills us. I prefer staying alive. Since Jessie has declared this our day off, our “Sunday,” so to speak, let’s do something fun!

Tink and the Twins agreed. Let’s go swimming again, The Twins suggested.

Uh, no. It’s too damn cold here, Ret whispered.

Who said anything about here? It’s warm and sunny some place in the world, Kelly reminded them.

Hawaii could be fun. Again, Mouse agreed.

We liked Mr. Kim! Kelly and Karen said together.

I have an idea. If Jessie isn’t busy, why don’t we take her with us tonight? Linda asked.

Linda heard five very definite yesses. She called Jessie on the intercom, and invited her down to ‘chat.’

“Hey, girl. What’s up?” Jessie asked as she walked in the door.

“Do something special for me?” Linda replied.

“Sure. Whatcha need?”

“Go back to your room, and put on your best bikini. Top it off with warm winter clothes. Don’t ask. Just do it.”

“Okaaay. This is a weird one. Even for you. Did you have a bad dream or something?”

“Go! I’m serious as a heart attack here!”

“All right, all right! I’m going. Keep your panties on!”

Linda went into her dressing room and changed, too. Bikini, jeans, sweater, and a warm coat. When Jessie came back, Linda dragged her into the bathroom.

Mouse, I want to be the Silver Angel. Make Jessie look the same, but golden. She’s going to be the Gold Angel tonight. We’re going sightseeing, Linda told the gang.

“Whoa! What the hell is this? I’m an Angel now? A Gold Angel? What’s going on this time, Linda?”

“Take my hand, Jessie. We’re going sightseeing. Hold on tight.”

Twins, take us over London, Linda requested. Mouse, give us a glowing nimbus so people can see. Surround us with lots of other Angel illusions.

Linda and Jessie floated and flew over London, looking at all the tourist sites from several hundred feet in the air. Big Ben. The Tower of London. Buckingham Palace. Linda thought about introducing Jessie to the Queen, but decided she probably didn’t accept unannounced visits very well. Social media was assaulted again. People wanted to know who the ‘Golden Angel’ was, and why she was in London. Social media was filled with gossip and questions. The BBC filmed all the Angels buzzing around London in the early evening sky. Linda wasn’t talking. The girls flew around for a bit having fun and laughing.

Twins, Egypt. The pyramids and the Sphinx, Linda whispered. Mouse, invisi. This might be hostile territory.

Jessie was amazed. “I’ve never been to Egypt before!”

Jessie, have you been inside the White House before? Let’s visit the president, then we can go swimming in Hawaii, Linda whispered to her friend. Oval office, please Twins. Mouse, change me to Wonder Angel.

We’re on it, The Twins responded.

Ditto, added Mouse, and giggled. I’ve always wanted to say that!

The Gold Angel and Wonder Angel arrived in the Oval Office. The President was sitting in his chair behind one of the most famous desks in the world. He had a haunted look on his face. The room had several Secret Service, and FBI Agents sitting there, too.

“Thank God you came!” the President said. He stood up, and started to approach Wonder Angel with his arms out for a hug.

Linda held up her hand. Sorry, Mr. President. I don’t hug. Now, what’s going on here?

Ret, what’s this all about? Linda asked. He’s frantic.

His daughter has been kidnapped. They want him to ensure we die, or they’ll kill her, Ret answered.

“Someone has taken my daughter. They ... they want me to have you executed, or they’re going to kill my baby girl. Can you save her?”

Ret? Can we find his daughter in time? Linda asked.

She’s been gone less than an hour. If we hurry, I should be able to pick her captors up, Ret replied.

Mr. President, we’ll be back. If your daughter can be saved, we’ll do it, Linda the Wonder Angel replied.

The Twins took Linda above the city, and Ret began to snoop. Searching quickly for the President’s daughter, or the men who took her. They began searching in wider and wider circles. Jessie was along for the ride. Linda didn’t have time to take her back to the Lady Whisper.

I’ve got them. They’re in an isolated abandoned house twenty miles west of DC. Six men. A woman is the leader. We have to be careful. There’s a man sitting with her that’s wired with explosives on a dead-man’s switch. If we kill him, he lets go of the button and the bomb goes off, Ret whispered.

Kelly, do you have a lock? Linda asked.

Yes, Mom. I’ve got them. Karen is ready when you say go, Kelly responded.

Mouse invisi both of us. Say it girl! Linda ordered.

Showtime, Ladies. Let’s kick some ass! Mouse roared.

The Twins moved Linda and Jessie into the small room the girl and her bomb laden guard occupied. Linda froze his hands on the bomb detonator. Tink cut his head off. She cut his hands off, too. Linda grabbed the girl with one hand and her TK. The three girls jumped back to the Oval Office.

Back in the abandoned house, the bomb went off.

Linda and Jessie left the president’s daughter in the office, and jumped back near the house in time to see the fireball climb skyward.

Anyone left, Ret? Linda asked.

Even the roaches are dead. Our work here is done. We can go back, Ret answered.

Linda and Jessie, the Wonder Angel and the Golden Angel, returned to the White House. The President of the United States was on his knees with his arms wrapped around his daughter. They were both crying. The Agents in the room may have had a few tears in their eyes as well. They would never admit it, though.

The President looked at Linda. He was overcome with emotion and unable to speak. Linda just nodded at him, and her Twins took them back above the city known as Washington DC.

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London Interlude

Lisa was feeling wonderful. Here she was, sitting at the breakfast table in the dining room of a smart hotel in London. To one side she had spread a number of tourist brochures and leaflets, all with information about the terrific things to see and do in this, the most exciting city in the world, all ready for her to pick and choose her activities during this four day midweek break. Only a few weeks ago if anyone had suggested to her that she would be here now she would have said that they were...

3 years ago
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Late Night Interlude

It had been a long day and Jeanette was exhausted. She walked through her front door and immediately kicked off her high heels. They flew across the room, a shining blur of red vinyl smashing into a plump cushion pillow and bouncing off the corner of a walnut chair leg. Jeanette smiled a tired smile and tossed her auburn tresses out of her eyes. The work day was finally over. She shrugged out of her navy blue blazer and let it fall to the floor. Her black nylon shod feet stepped into the lush...

3 years ago
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A Romantic Valentines Day Interlude

You arrive at work to find a large bouquet of 2 dozen Roses mixed with wild flowers. You smell them and then read the card: ‘Can’t wait too see you honey. Missing you Every Minute. Have a wonderful Day. David’ You smile and then pick up the phone to call me. Unfortunately you get my voice mail and so you hang up. You fire up your computer and shoot off an email to me. ‘Can’t wait for tonight. Thanks for the flowers. You have a wonderful day too.’ You then set about doing your work. You get...

4 years ago
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Mountain Interlude

The air was cool as it gently blew through the windows of the cabin. The curtains fluttered softly in the light breeze and the sounds of night played a symphony for the lovers as the crickets, cicadas and frogs played their songs of love. The moon was full and seemed to cast a silvery look to everything. He lay on his back with his eyes half closed enjoying the sensation of her fingertips lightly running up and down his chest. She lay on her side with her leg thrown across his thighs watching...

2 years ago
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A Ghostly Interlude

Alan’s flashlight cut through the dust and gloom of the old attic, illuminating in small portions boxes and other sundry stored for no one knew how long. He had come to this house before, the first time as a teenager looking for a place to be alone. When he was told this house, only a couple of miles from his home, was part of the family estate, he investigated. It wasn’t a large house, but it offered some solitude from the pressures of his life. It was on one of these first trips that he...

3 years ago
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Sunday Morning Interlude

I awake and turn my head sleepily to see you next to me, sitting up in bed, your long red hair in a halo around your face as it fans out across the pillow. You are writing on a pad, your brow furrowed in concentration. I can feel my renewed erection pressing against the mattress and seeing you like this, deep in thought and distracted, makes me want to possess you, to have you completely. We played our waiting game, and what a delicate and satisfying game it was, but I no longer want to wait. I...

4 years ago
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A Parisian Interlude

It was one of their occasional confession sessions. They did that from time to time. Em had come rather late to the infidelity scene. Ambrose had been an occasional player on that circuit for a long time. He was older by a decade-plus. This time they were sitting over the dinner table at home on a Saturday night not long after they’d returned from a European holiday. They were well fed and had several wines each to their credit and were chatting about their trip. Em and Ambrose liked going on...

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Adventures of a SwitchInterlude

Part 3 of St Wintermute’s School for Girls and its Headmistress, Ms Angela Hyde(her of the penchant for caning young schoolgirls) will return soon.I don’t know about you but as I get older I seem to be more horny, not less. I was surfing the net one morning after work, looking for something to inspire a good wank when I came across a video of a large breasted woman using a strapon on a man whilst milking his cock. I had toyed with my arse before when wanking, but had found the idea of...

2 years ago
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A Business Trip Interlude

Em had always found it difficult to resist a straight-out proposition from someone she was enjoying lunch or dinner with one-on-one and with whom she had established some empathy. Sometimes she wondered briefly whether this was entirely proper. Mostly she put this unworthy thought out of her head immediately. Even if she didn’t, even if the thought lingered which it sometimes did and which was always very sexy, she usually ended up with an urgently ardent new cock between her legs. So when...

3 years ago
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A Hilltop Interlude

Written with a little help from Tender Cowboy ???? Life changed dramatically after moving in with Jamie. I found that I had traded the comfortable but boring life of a mild mannered housewife with a cold and distant husband for an exciting life with an indomitable free spirit who pours his fiery passion for beauty into everything he does, whether he’s crafting a new beer, building a car, or making love. We both work hard all week, but the weekends are for fun. Whether we are taste testing his...

3 years ago
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Interlude

The loops of leather tightly wrapped around her breasts then fastened to the harness she wore caused those breasts to stand out proudly, reddened, just out there for the use and abuse of her Master. The harness was a simple thing, really.  Basically, a ‘V’ running from crotch to shoulders, from front to back.  The bottom was cleverly sewn so that He could have access to her cunt and ass, but it maintained the continuity of the outfit. To this harness could be fastened a multitude of additional...

3 years ago
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My photographic interlude

I am a photography buff, spending an hour or two most Saturdays and Sundays shooting pictures. If you are in my neighborhood on the weekends, you will see me coming and with my camera bag and tripod. My neighbor, Beth is usually outside tending her garden, and when we see each other, we exchange greetings. Beth asked me what I liked to photograph. It was an innocent question, but I decided to turn our conversation toward sex. I said that I wanted to take erotic pictures of women. She said good...

1 year ago
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Indian Summer Interlude

I was lucky and retired early. Although there was plenty to do, both at home and in a part time volunteer job I took on, I found that I was nowhere near as active, and had started to put on more weight that I wanted. Living in the Chilterns, I decided to see more of the local countryside and started to take walks out of the town and into the hills. This week, we have been blessed by a real Indian Summer, so as the footpaths would be dry, my walk this week was one that I had wanted to do for a...

2 years ago
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Jill Dipping Our Toes Upstairs Interlude

We made our way back to our hotel room and quickly entered and shut the door. Jill turned and looked at me.“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. I gave her a few moments to collect her thoughts, savoring her beautiful, flushed face. My wife. How did we get here? This was so not us.“Are you turned on?” I asked.“God yes... I know I'm soaked,” she said, holding her hands on her cheeks. “I am a strong, independent, woman...but...when you told me to pull my panties down, I almost came.”“Oh? You liked that...

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Sonoran Summer Interlude

Summer in the Sonoran Desert can be brutal. It is Arizona's answer to a pizza oven. The heat is dry, intense and sometimes oppressive. The way to cope with the heat are the local lakes and the Salt River. This year, I had bought an annual pass and found a nice quiet place to relax on a lake. I was there for about an hour when a woman in her fifties came by and was startled by my presence. "I did not see you there," she said. "Just me, my chair, a cooler, and a book to read. I am enjoying the...

MILF
4 years ago
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The Shaming Part 2 Sweet Interlude

Slowly I wake up. The rays of the sun enter through the slats of the blinds, and as I open my eyes, I see stripes painted across the walls of the room by the sun. My mouth is dry, and I am confused as to where I am. I have a moment of panic and then memory returns.I recall yesterday, my shame at having been caught shoplifting, my humiliation, the spanking I received and finally the pleasure and the shame of being subjected to all the lesbian sex play. I am alone and wonder where my stepdaughter...

Taboo
3 years ago
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Local Affairs 3 Interlude

Readers are advised to read “Local Affairs" parts 1 & 2 first.  Being awakened by a ringing phone before eight in the morning was not Greg’s idea of the leisurely Sunday lie-in he had hoped to have; but the melodious chuckle that greeted his rather surly “Hello” immediately dispelled his initial mood. It was Sarah. “Hi Greg – sorry to be ringing a bit early. I hope you’re not feeling too worn out.” “No, Sarah, I had a lovely time, and I’m still enjoying the memories.” “I enjoyed it too,...

Straight Sex
3 years ago
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Butterfly Beach III torm Clouds Over Eden An Interlude

From the sketchbook of G. McCrossen.Day by day, the desire to be rescued fades. Here, I no longer fear being found out. I feel free. Returning to civilization is far from my mind. Carter tugged insistently on Gavin’s hand as they walked along the beach, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks before sluicing through the tide pools their constant companion. They’d left the camp after devouring a meal enhanced by the pink fruit that had become a staple for the castaways, Grant wanting to...

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2 years ago
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Spontaneous Interlude

by Scarlett O'maraAn unexpected, erotic and satisfying encounter between two lovely, intelligent, well-educated, single women produces a lasting effect on them both. The author tells the story in such vivid, graphic detail that the reader feels they are in the room watching the two women make love. An enjoyable and arousing read for both women and men. The author hopes readers will comment on her story. She encourages constructive criticism.During my last two years of college, Jennifer, a...

3 years ago
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MILF Slut 2 Interlude

Professor Carter and Sandy agreed to meet for lunch on the Monday after Thanksgiving. They both wore a French pin attached to their clothes so that they would recognize each other. God help them if there was a Bastille Day celebration going on in Atlanta . Sandy wore the same clothes as if she was having lunch with the girls. She wasn't trying to dress like a slut or even seduce the professor. Sandy was looking forward to an interesting intellectual conversation. There were two things that...

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2 years ago
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A Business Trip Interlude

Em had always found it difficult to resist a straight-out proposition from someone she was enjoying lunch or dinner with one-on-one and with whom she had established some empathy. Sometimes she wondered briefly whether this was entirely proper. Mostly she put this unworthy thought out of her head immediately. Even if she didn’t, even if the thought lingered which it sometimes did and which was always very sexy, she usually ended up with an urgently ardent new cock between her legs. So when...

Straight Sex
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Gym Story Interlude

Whilst my little bitch recovers so he can tell you what happened next I thought I could tell you about my first experience with another girl and how it resulted from hot man on man fucking. I had been at Uni for about two months and was sharing an apartment with Kate. Well actually it was a small granny flat in the garden of her wealthy parents. Kate was very athletic with dark brown hair and pert little breasts. I was single, but Kate had a long term boyfriend Mike she had been with since...

2 years ago
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Anniversary Trip ch4 Paulas Bi Interlude

Author's Note: In Paula's Turn - Part III of Tenth Anniversary Series, my wife flashed an stranger during a Las Vegas Show. One thing led to another, and, without my knowledge, she ended up spending the night with two men. I was frantic until I finally received a call from Paula. At the end of the call, one of the men told me that Paula would be spending the night with them and I should retain the services of a hooker if I needed sex.------------------------------------------------------It was...

2 years ago
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A Parisian Interlude

It was one of their occasional confession sessions. They did that from time to time. Em had come rather late to the infidelity scene. Ambrose had been an occasional player on that circuit for a long time. He was older by a decade-plus. This time they were sitting over the dinner table at home on a Saturday night not long after they’d returned from a European holiday. They were well fed and had several wines each to their credit and were chatting about their trip. Em and Ambrose liked going on...

Hardcore
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First bi experiences part 4 a brief interlude

Directly following on from Part 3. Maybe this should be Part 3b, but after I got to where I got to with part 3 I had to stop and jerk off. TMI? Is that possible in porn?------------------------------------------------------------------------------I called Mick."hey Mick it's Tim""oh hi sexy, how are you?""Great Mick, thanks""All excited for tomorrow night? Ready to top me?""You know, I don't think about top/bottom, Mick, I want to make love, not fuck. You're a great person and I'm attracted to...

3 years ago
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My photographic interlude

I am a photography buff, spending an hour or two most Saturdays and Sundays shooting pictures. If you are in my neighborhood on the weekends, you will see me coming and with my camera bag and tripod. My neighbor, Beth is usually outside tending her garden, and when we see each other, we exchange greetings. Beth asked me what I liked to photograph. It was an innocent question, but I decided to turn our conversation toward sex. I said that I wanted to take erotic pictures of women. She said good...

Masturbation
2 years ago
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POV Sexual Interlude

I know you're watching me, I can feel your eyes on my back as I get ready for work. Bending down, I step into my black boy shorts with the pink lace trim and slowly start sliding them up my legs. I wiggle my hips slightly, pulling them over the soft curve of my ass. I know you love my ass in boy shorts, so when I hear the bed shift I know your cock is getting hard and you're adjusting yourself. I smirk, grabbing the matching bra out of the drawer. I slide the straps up my arms, reaching and...

3 years ago
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Ring Twice First Interlude

I rang twice. The door opened. I immediately saw her in soft red lightThe sexy silhouette of Bernadette, on her knees, her back turned to meBlindfolded and only clad in a long top she offered such a sexy sightI brought her red roses for her birthday night, she is a present to meI kept her waiting for a few minutes to tease her while I re-dressedMy red roses got in a vase while "Red roses for a blue lady" playedI addressed her in her mother tongue to her surprise, after that songwith my short...

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