Darkroom Monday
- 4 years ago
- 30
- 0
The evening meal was a quiet affair. Jeremy was bathed and clean and feeling less pain from his bruises. He sat, dog-collared and rosy-cheeked, at the head of the table. Pip and Byron, also well scrubbed and fully dressed sat either side of him. Mary had laid the table, made a salad and cooked, then served, a ham omelette. After that she sat opposite her husband and toyed listlessly with her food. She was wearing only an apron and her high heeled shoes. Her brown-nippled tits bobbed softly as she moved.
"Nice omelette, Mary," said Pip as he cleaned his plate with a piece of bread.
"Yeah, you cook better than you fuck," added Byron. "But we'll soon change that."
"Please, please," said Jeremy. "I may have committed an indiscretion, but you young men have taken revenge enough. You have raped and humiliated my wife who had nothing to do with my foolishness. You continue to shame us both. Please, please, go away. I do think..."
"Shut up, you stupid old bugger!" hissed Pip. "I've told you what's going to happen. You carry on as normal. You tell anyone who asks that we're staying with you and helping restore the church. You explain that we are deprived youths from the city sent by some fucking do-good organization to experience the benefits of country living. In the meantime we don't let on that you're a nasty old pervert, you keep your stones, and Mary belongs to us."
"Body and soul," crooned Byron. "Cunt and ass-hole." He stood up. "And those big, bouncy, tits." His groin was bulging. "I'll help you with the washing up, Mary," he said with a wicked grin.
The young woman regarded Byron with mounting dread. She saw his growing erection swell his jeans and shuddered at his wolf-like smile. She thought washing up was the last thing on his mind. He and Pip had made it clear that they intended to keep her naked and available for sex at any time.'Fuck-meat' they had called her. After her ordeal earlier she had endured the shame of spreading her legs so her husband could shave her pudenda. Jeremy had done a good job with his safety razor and Pip had shown his admiration for her 'little girl' look by fucking her on the bathroom floor while her husband pleaded with him to desist. She had managed to hide, from Jeremy, the mild orgasm Pip induced in her as he came.
Pip watched as Mary and Byron cleared the kitchen table and stacked the dishes in the sink. Byron stood behind the young woman. He stroked her smoothly-rounded buttocks as she filled the sink with hot water.
"Please," said Jeremy. "Please just leave us alone. If you go now we won't file charges."
"We'll go when we've found something better."
"What does that mean?" wailed Jeremy. "Tell me and I'll find it. Anything to get rid of you."
"Well," said Pip, "It depends. You see before we came here we were shacked up in the city with your old boy-friend and curate, Teddy, and his mother."
"Teddy?" said the vicar in surprise. "Oh my God,"
"Byron quite liked Teddy. Byron's not his real name. It's Ronald. But he's bi-sexual. He swings both ways so, bi-Ron, Byron. Wasn't he a poet?"
At the sink Mary had donned rubber gloves and had started to wash the plates and pans. There was a dishwasher but the interlopers said they liked to watch her move about the kitchen. She was trying to hear what Pip was saying. She had met Teddy and his mother after the wedding. She remembered a slim young blonde man and a stern looking, plump, woman with her yellow hair done up in a bun. Byron stood behind Mary and stroked her near naked body from buttocks to breasts. His long-fingered hands gently caressed her full bosom and played with her brown nipples. The bulge of his erection grew bigger.
"Edward's mother was a lady," said Jeremy, sternly. "And old enough to be your mother."
"She was forty," said Pip. "Your age. So fucking what. A bit overweight when we moved in. She lost twenty pounds during our visit."
"You ... you starved her?" Jeremy said fearfully.
"No," Pip laughed. "Cheryl had more meat in her mouth for the four weeks we spent with them than she could cope with. We fucked the fat off her."
At the sink Byron unzipped the fly of his jeans. His long smooth cock sprang out. He pressed it between the naked cheeks of Mary's ass. She gave a little yelp and dropped a plate onto the kitchen floor with a crash.
"No penetration this time, Mary. Just a bit of spooning," said Byron.
When he heard the noise and Mary's cry Jeremy turned his head and looked across the kitchen. He saw what was happening, blushed and looked away.
"What did you do to Teddy's mother?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"Well, it was the first night of the school holidays. Teddy didn't want us to come into the house to meet his lovely momma the maths teacher but we did anyway. She didn't take to us at first. That was because I got high and smacked the little queer all around the rumpus room before Byron gave her a demonstration of sodomy. He had teddy drop his pants and bend over the chesterfield. Byron rolled on an ultra thick condom and Teddy squealed like he was being impaled. I had to hold Cheryl while Byron drilled the little catamite. She screamed and yelled too until I offered to castrate her lovely boy."
"Oh my God," said the vicar in a horrified whisper.
"After that she did everything I told her to do so she could to preserve Teddy's precious bollocks, much good will they do her. In just the same way Mary will do everything we want her to do to preserve your worthless balls."
"Oh, dear..."
"Do you know what the first thing I told Teddy's momma to do?" said Pip.
Jeremy shook his head. He didn't want to believe what he was hearing.
"I told her to bend over the sofa next to where Teddy was being drilled by Byron. Then I took my little razor-sharp blade and cut the skirt and knickers off her fat rump. Then I..."
"No! No! No!" shrilled Mary.
Jeremy and Pip looked towards the sudden noise to see Byron had pinned Mary to the sink and inserted two fingers of his right hand into the young woman's ass. He held his stiff cock in his left.
"Change of plan," he said cheerfully. "It's all this talk of sodomy." And he inserted the head of his cock into Mary's stretched anus and pushed. Byron grunted. He only went in an inch or two with the first thrust.
"Nahhh!" screamed Mary. She thought she would faint such was the pain of Byron's initial insertion. Her lower belly was pressed hard against the heavy old-fashioned porcelain sink. There was no escape.
"Jeez, she's a tight little bitch," said Byron. "Hey, Jeremy, come over here."
Jeremy was horrified and afraid. He didn't move.
"Do what he says," said Pip, leaning back in his chair and grinning. He fingered his flick-knife.
Jeremy slowly rose and crossed the kitchen to where the big youth was pressing Mary against the sink with his cock.
"She needs lubricating," said Byron, withdrawing the head of his cock from Mary's tightly clenched anus. He gripped her neck with one hand. "Spread some butter up her ass, and on my cock. You'll like that won't you Jeremy?"
The vicar sobbed and reached for the butter dish on the draining board.
"I'm sorry my dear," he said as he smeared Mary's back passage with soft butter, pushing some into her with the ball of his thumb. "I don't have a choice."
Mary glared at him but Jeremy didn't see her displeasure as he spread butter along the length of Byron's smooth erection. Jeremy's weakness reasserted itself. He felt his cock stir.
"I thought you'd like that, vicar," Said Byron. "Next time I ass fuck your wife I'll get you to suck me off a bit to get the juices flowing. But for now just point me in the right direction."
Jeremy guided the head of Byron's cock so the tip rested aginst Mary's asshole. Jeremy's cheek brushed Mary's smooth left buttock as he watched the young thug thrust in hard and strong. Mary began to scream again.
Jeremy stood up and tottered to his chair by the table. Pip told him to sit and enjoy the action. Mary began a chant of "Nah ... nah ... nah..." in time with Byron's deepening thrusts. His right hand was now wrapped around her hips and his fingers were seeking her swollen clitoris.
Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating bullets. It was late on the Saturday morning of Memorial Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was high. Humid as hell, too. He was about halfway through his fourth mile, and in a few minutes he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the pavement. Then he would run the five blocks to his condo complex and jump in the pool. He loved running on the beach for several reasons. There was usually a breeze. The hard-packed sand was the...
Claire watched him fade into the horizon and already missed him. His handsome face, his loving kisses, his arms around her, his cock inside her, her body reaching places it had never been before. And her orgasms, oh God, the orgasms. They were like earthquakes in her soul.----They both spent the following week thinking about each other. Lonnie was there the next Monday and the sex was even better, even more uninhibited for two naked people on the beach. They did their first sixty-nine, and...
MatureIt was Monday evening, almost dusk, and I was home alone. My husband had left early in the morning for a week long business trip and I was missing him. Although we have been married for over twenty years, I still enjoy the pleasuring of his cock and his tongue. I was anticipating a frustrating week. Also, my two teenaged sons were away, having gone to summer sports camp. But I wasn’t just alone, I was lonely too. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my next door neighbor, Marie, calling. We had...
LesbianIt had been a typical Monday so far, sitting in the car driving home I was trying to concentrate on traffic and run through some of the things that had happened at work, listing things for the next day, however, my mind kept wandering… A couple of months ago I had come across a gentleman on a BDSM website and we had started chatting as we seemed to share some interests. And tonight, we had arranged to meet for the first time. I was hoping traffic would be good so that I had plenty of time to...
Hepzibah, a harpy with a magical amulet that made her appear like an emaciated human woman, lay on my friend Monday’s bed caressing an egg that was about the size of a volleyball. I turned to Monday. “Damnit, Monday, I told you to wrap it up!” He looked back at me, eyes wide. “My girlfriend just laid an egg, and you’re going on about safe sex?!” Seven weeks ago... After Monday got out of the hospital, he picked up the antibiotics he had been prescribed to fight the strangely powerful...
Alexa Chapter 34: Mondays God, I hate Mondays! I always have. I think everyone does. Getting back into the grind of everyday life was never any fun, but today was even worse. The events of the previous night cast a pall over not only my feelings but most of the state. Sure, the Vikings lost yet another NFC Championship, we were used to it. But the way they lost was so unlike the way the team had played all season was confounding. Add to that the sheer joy that had been created...
This story is fiction. Actually, the setting of an artificial world in Space and the year being 2109 should have been enough to clue you in about that. I don't care how old are. I don't care how young you are. However, the law does care, so if you are too young, go away (or at least try not to get caught). If this story is against the law where you live, then like the young folk, go away. Or at least... Anzu James: Naked in Orbit, Part 04 (Monday, Evening) by Coach Michaels (zero-G...
During closing time in the site on Monday evening, I went towards my supervisor's car Alhaji Engineer Sule Galadima, Fatima's husband in order to get a lift home from him. When he saw me approaching, he rushed and met me half way apologising that he wouldn't be going home directly, that he'll be visiting a friend of his who lost his second wife in a ghastly motor accident the day before. I told him no problem and went to the main road to board a commercial motorcycle. As I reached home, I...
This story is 100% true. The names of the guilty have not been changed because no one is guilty. Well, maybe we’re guilty of “ guilty pleasure “ and that’s not against the law just yet. My wife, Barbara, and I had been to a Cleveland Browns Monday night game and had stopped for a bite to eat after the game. We left the restaurant and were walking to where we had parked the car. As we walked between two buildings there was an alleyway that was probably 8 feet wide. Apparently, Barb had...
Editor’s Note: The next page is another extract from the journal of Mischa Doeple, dated Monday, December 6th. I guess today is Monday. When I went to bed last night, I didn’t even bother pretending to get into my own bed. I crawled straight in with Bec. She smiled and hugged me to her and then relaxed. Bec woke me in the middle of the night by shaking me and whispering in my ear. “Come on, wake up, wake up.” She kept shaking me until I groaned and she put her hand over my mouth. She...
Eventually we untangled ourselves, rearranging into a slightly less compromising position; I felt a sense of loss as his softening dick left me; I felt myself closing up behind him, as if trying to cling to him. Sometimes I wish we could just stay like that forever, him inside me; there is nothing to compare to it. But that wouldn't work very well. He turned me up on my side and lay down behind me, tucking the blanket around us, his arm around my waist, in easy reaching distance of my...
There’s a word that starts with “ep.” I remember Dad using it once. I had to ask what it meant. He explained that it meant suddenly understanding some gigantic, important Idea (that’s idea with a capital I). That’s what had happened to me. The word is ‘epiphany’. I had an epiphany! Epiphanies hurt! It felt like this huge explosion in my brain. You should make a mental note to yourself right now never to have an epiphany of your own. I sure don’t...
This was an e-mail that I received from a friend of mine, the hottest GILF that I know of, as a response to one that I sent her, and posted here. It is her memories of our first meeting, and her first attempt at writing erotica. Please tell her what you think, and just maybe I can convince her to write more! * It was a Friday night, my house was quiet and I was spending time on my computer doing the usual emails and games, when all of a sudden I got an IM with a hello that gave me the...
Adventures of Tami: Monday Night Football Starring L & Tami by Tami, L's gurl These stories are based on real events. Some dramatization has been added, but otherwise this shit is real! I couldn't believe that it was already football season. Here I am, a big Monday Night football fan and it appeared that my Mistress L had other plans for me than to watch the big game comfortably. I thought I had been undemanding when I mentioned that the game was on and I would...
Living on a Dead End Street~ Part One ~ Sunday and Monday by Ginny Wolf The clock said it was almost 10:30 on a Sunday night as I sat on my "beauty lounger" in the den. My was hair tightly set on 38 small brush rollers and covered with a pink hairnet. A layer of thick white cream covered my face in the kind of rock-hard facial that severely limited my ability to speak, with only my eyes visible under the beauty mask at work "softening and cleansing" my skin while giving me "deep...
Robin - Monday morning before school Today was the first day of my second week of school here in Abilene and I still had not met anyone who I felt I could call a friend. Actually, because of my situation I am somewhat shy with most people. I know that not everyone can accept people like me that have two bodies sharing the same brain. Jason has never mentioned it to me, but the way he talks to me about his luck with dates, I sometimes think that I might be partially to blame for that. My...
OUTER-SPACE SEX ON PLANET CRETON WITH 'BELLE' BERYL BSEQUEL OF SHORT EX STORIES EXPLORING EROTICS IN SPACESummary of Initial Instalment: We are six scientist stranded at Creton.Among us only one woman, but boy, gorgeous Blonde Beauty she is!After a few weeks we settle down at the Earth-like planet to build huts.Suddenly, on sixth Sunday, blonde 'belle'Beryl announces free sex onMondays when BERYL will offer each man a 'big blow' after...
Monday – The MajorWhen she was in college, Gayle had a roommate named Jasmine. It wasn’t long before Gayle realized that “Jazz” was bisexual, and eventually and often Gayle discovered how much she could enjoy sex with another girl. After graduation, Gayle became a sex therapist but over time lost track of Jasmine.Gayle considered Mondays her “casual” night to relive the thrill of finding a stranger for sex. She frequented her favorite bar and usually sat in a secluded area so she could check...
FetishHi everyone….I am Rajeev from Chennai…just finished my Eng and waiting for my placements….this is my first post in Iss-hope you like it….I am a big fan of Iss for a long time and I love the site for its simplicity and no-strings attached service…great work guys….keep it up… Some intro about myself….I am 22yrs old….stay with my parents in Chennai…only son…prototypical middle class guy :) the incident which I am going to share now happened two weeks back….I had just finished my grad and like my...
Hi everyone….I am Rajeev from Chennai…just finished my Eng and waiting for my placements….this is my first post in Iss-hope you like it….I am a big fan of Iss for a long time and I love the site for its simplicity and no-strings attached service…great work guys….keep it up… Some intro about myself….I am 22yrs old….stay with my parents in Chennai…only son…prototypical middle class guy :) the incident which I am going to share now happened two weeks back…. I had just finished my grad and like my...
The air was dank with cigarette smoke, the bad spring in the couch was jabbing me in the side, and the sound of puking was coming from the bathroom. By all signs, this was going to be another crap morning. Hello, Monday. The weekend hadn't been much better. Sure, I'd gotten my injection Saturday morning. Sure, that meant I'd keep my shape and my strength for another six months. Otherwise I'd have melted into a heap like Marjorie, my so-called aunt, a one-time exotic dancer who was off...
“So, what did you have to do?” “I had to take care of my father,” she said. “What?” “I had to finish what you started tonight.” “What did you do to him?” “I finished him off.” She looked straight into my eyes and the shock of the potential meaning of her words chilled me. “Kendi, you need to explain that.” “I will.” “You didn’t hurt him, did you?” “No! What did you think I did, stand on his air hose?” She gave me a sly smile. “You sounded kind of cold-hearted towards him today. I...
Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating bullets. It was late on the Saturday morning of Memorial Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was high. Humid as hell, too. He was about halfway through his fourth mile, and in a few minutes he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the pavement. Then he would run the five blocks to his condo complex and jump in the pool.He loved running on the beach for several reasons. There was usually a breeze. The hard-packed sand was the ideal...
MatureThis is sort of a long story but the end is worth it. I live in a quiet suburban neighborhood. Across the street lives a rather good looking blond Kathy, a thirty-five year old mother of two girls. Occasionally, we talked about landscaping and k**s in general and we grew quite friendly. Now this girl was single but she was absolutely gorgeous, she had long blond hair, stood about five feet seven inches tall, with a nice firm body that was accented by a nice pair of tits and an even nicer ass....
It was my last day in Pennsylvania. The travel piece, 20,000 words on why the state was as culturally rich as it’s more popular near neighbour New York, (a presumption I thought I would struggle to validate but I had surprised myself and managed to give the place an ego boost) was emailed to my editor back in London leaving me a few days grace before the pedant came back with his endless notes and ideas to improve the article. We then engage in our customary email exchange where I quietly...
Valerie’s Monday night tennis matchValerie always looked forward to her games of tennis with Jill. In the summer they would play outdoors but in the winter they continued to play in the local school hall. Although she enjoyed the tennis it was really the after match sexual activities with Jill that she enjoyed the most. Both Valerie and Jill were happily married mothers but for several years now they had been enjoying satisfying each other sexually.Valerie was getting ready for her Monday night...
Yankee Swap, Chapter 13: Monday Night Dreams Kim arrived at the salon just as most of the customers were leaving, going home to fix dinners or prepare for evening activities. It occurred to her she would not have been stopping this time last year. She thought of Cheree and Annie, and let the emotions flow. She actually thought of her wife and daughter several times in any given day, but had become adept at stuffing those feelings deep down and going on with her day. From time to...
Ding-Ding ... Ding-Ding Our doorbell was ringing and that was weird. Nobody ever rang our doorbell. Nobody ever came over, except Josh maybe, but it was barely three-thirty. He'd still be at school, or walking home maybe and he wouldn't ring it anyway. Angie might ring the doorbell, but she went to college until like four or something. "It's that woman from the news," I decided and we'd kind of forgotten about her. "What was that about anyway?" Mom wondered and she was getting off...
Elvira arrived at the Manse at ten o'clock on Monday morning. She was wearing a smart business suit and carrying her lap top. She parked the Mini Cooper behind the Honda in front of the gate to the house and marched briskly down the path. The garage door was still open and the garage was empty. So no naked ladies in wide brimmed hats, she thought as she knocked on the door. She was welcomed into the Manse by Jeremy. She introduced herself as Elvira Argent and was in turn introduced to...
Porn Evening! Everybody has their preferred porn category. Sure, we mix it up, but old faithful is always there for us. It’s like wrapping up in your favorite blanket or ordering from your favorite restaurant. It just feels right. Over the years, I have come to notice that people's favorite porn says something about them. You can think of it as a perverted astrology sign. I’ll show you what I mean.Let's start easy with some POV. POV fans are practical and logical. They are firmly grounded,...
Free Porn Download SitesI hate Mondays. They are the worse day of the week by far. It is the first day back to work and I sooooo don’t want to be there. I am tired from the weekend and I have to get up way to early to suit me. I am a night owl and always will be. As I get closer to work I start trying to come up with ideas for our Monday morning meeting. I have none as usual. Why anyone thinks Monday morning is a good time for a meeting I will never know. When I get to work I notice a new car in the parking lot. I...
ONE WEEK IN THE LIFE OF "THE SISSY." Monday--Mr. Gould "To succeed in this world we do everything we can to appear successful." This was my mantra during two decades of making The City Club what it is today. But now that apparent success is on a par with the actual, Jameson Gould honors only a few guiding principles: Discretion, discrimination, taste. Respect, respectability, and never fucking the staff. The latter isn't so difficult for me, as I'm straight as they come. ...
I hate Mondays. They are the worse day of the week by far. It is the first day back to work and I sooooo don’t want to be there. I am tired from the weekend and I have to get up way to early to suit me. I am a night owl and always will be. As I get closer to work I start trying to come up with ideas for our Monday morning meeting. I have none as usual. Why anyone thinks Monday morning is a good time for a meeting I will never know. When I get to work I notice a new car in the parking lot. I...
Straight SexI hate Mondays, I'm not too keen on Tuesdays either and the rest of the days of the week all depress me to some extent. Everything bad that's happened to me over the years has always been on one of these days. Take last Monday for instance... There I was, at work early in the cold and the frost, and the automatic timer hadn't worked yet again and my office was like a refrigerator. Being a dispatcher for a small transport company in a small country town in the middle of nowhere had lost a...
Sunday evening, after a relaxing weekend with her hubby, Steve, Olivia logged onto her Hot Wife Hotel account to check for messages and to confirm her appointments. Steve brought her a glass of wine and glanced at the computer screen, “Looks like a sex-filled Monday for my sexy little Hot Wife!”“No doubt,” Liv chuckled, looking at her completely booked schedule.12:00 Jay 2:00 Emir3:00 Adam4:00 Ian6:00 Ray8:00 DarylAll repeat clients, except for Jay. It would be a delightful day! Next, she...
Wife LoversThis is a fictional story with all characters over eighteen and all rights reserved to the author. Special thanks to Allison. ***** Monday morning, it was back to work, with no time to concentrate on anything else. The market began the week losing 269 points, followed with two more down days, sending signals that a bear trend might begin. I was so deep into work that until Wednesday I barely stopped to breath. Late hours kept me at the office too late to even get in any tennis. If this week...
This past Monday I had a day to remember. I decided to go on the pc and see if anyone was looking for a cocksucker at about 8:30am. A semi regular of mine was online and said he was ready and had a friend I would like so could I come over and suck them both off at 9:30. I of course jumped at the opportunity. At the same time another man (Whom I had never met)had been chatting with me and asked if I was available at about 11am. I again said of course, after asking the usual questions about age,...
I was just settled on the balcony and the phone rang - I picked it up and her voice was there."Hi.""Oh hi, Sheri. I'm all settled. When are you coming to see me" I asked breathlessly."So glad you made it OK!" She said laughing a little."Sure! Wouldn't miss this for the world." I giggled."Be there in the morning""I'll send a taxi for her with a babysitter for the day.""You are""Yeah, the concierge here at the hotel has arranged that for me. The babysitter can come every day if you want them...
My buddy just couldn't see how such a thing could happen. A woman just 43 years old back in the work force with a husband and two sons and a daughter still in school. Yet I could look at her resume and look at her and sense that she was exactly what I needed if I wanted to blow off steam as my sexual pet in the office when the time would arise.Her nervousness in the interview told me that she'd been cooped up socially for sometime. Her fair skin and her shoulder length brunette hair announced...
Monday Morning Exhibition By Jerri Lea Monday morning. Right now I'm shaving my legs. They look so smooth and sexy without hair. Everything is so much harder wearing long nails, but I love the effect. I wouldn't take them off for anything. My glued on breasts sway from side to side as I shave my legs. I love seeing them hang and sway so firm and full. I caress the slit in my flesh colored girdle. As you recall, it looks and feels real to a sexual partner. It's thin...
Cheryl and I have shared many fantasies with each other during our Monday morning coffee dates. Some of them have even come true. This one particular Monday I was feeling a bit more raunchy than usual the weekend was crap so I made some last minute calls to arrange for some additional relief. Cheryl arrived and could tell that something was up but I gave no answer to her question I just led her to the kitchen for our coffee and some small talk. After a short while the doorbell rang and I told...
Monday Night in L.A. Not your typical weeknight out, but something that you could hope you'd get to do at least once... It was Monday about 6:00 in the evening and I had decided that I was going to go out, regardless of the heat. There was only one TG club in town that evening, and it had a reputation for usually having working gurls there. I had not been there in some time, and thought that after time that it might be a little different. So after the usual prepping in the...
Hello friends. I am Casanova, back with yet another sex incident that happened just this monday i.e 11 June. I received a very good response to my previous two stories http://indiansexstories2.net/stories/Virgin/my_girlfriend_virgin_fucking_118853.html and http://indiansexstories2.net/stories/Virgin/i_screwed_her_deeply_122676.html . I really appreciate the feedback, and through those feedbacks I met two gorgeous girls and made sweet love to them. Now, without wasting any more of your time, I...
The House Couture Looking back, I could never have understood how important this week in February was going to be to me or to my life. I mean, I started the week as a young man, intent on cracking into his industry and I ended the week as a bride! MONDAY I had been looking forward to February for a long time. Through several pulled strings and a little bit of sorcery, if I do say so myself, I had scored an invitation to one of the fashion world's most exclusive gatherings,...
The following story contains mention of drug use and is sexual in nature, featuring explicit terms that some may find objectionable. While some members of the LGBTQ+ community accept and use these descriptions, I am aware that some choose not to and may find them distasteful. No offence is intended. In my defence I prefer to treat every character in my story as different, with a unique personality, lifestyle, and language that I feel reflects all aspects of the community. I hope you will...
Monday morning, Matt and Peter speak shortly before work starts about the meeting later that day. They trust Tim and know he will not do anything to jeopardize their jobs. But how much should they tell? Both agree they would see how things go in the meeting and who all is there.At the break at ten, Matt and Peter meet again and hurry to get out of their coveralls. Both wear suits today, at the insistence of Martha and Sarah. They straighten their ties and put on the jackets before heading...
Trans(This story is just for fun. No deep meaning or relationship issues, just sex) My current girl friend and I had been arguing quite a lot of late, so it was almost with a sigh of relief from both of us when she went on a weeklong business trip. I had no intentions of sitting at home while she was gone. She knew it and I knew she did. I decided to go down to Antoine's for two reasons. First, of course, was the fact that Sandra hadn't been putting out for two weeks now and I was some kinda...
Getting up early he quietly completed his morning ablutions, dressed and left for the office before Susan woke. He wondered if she would go into her office today after the strain of the weekend. He wondered what her reaction to John Stickner would be when she saw him again. Would the pain of the week end dim and her vows that she still loved Early fade when she returned to Stickners sphere of influence and the pressure charged atmosphere of her office? He dreaded Susan returning to that...
M .1 When Brandon heard the announcement he went straight to Dr. Zelvetti's office. He managed to reach it before most of the other participants did. He was glad of that—it meant he'd have room to move. The less people around for this, the better. "Ah, Brandon," said Dr. Zelvetti. "Come to join us in a little outreach?" Brandon paused at that one. Come to think of it, that might help. But... "That's not why I'm here, Dr. Z." "Really?" said Dr. Zelvetti pleasantly. She settled...
On the day I went down to the lanes it was exactly as Colin had predicted, I was able to book into those three leagues without any trouble at all. While I was there I decided — well I suppose my brother did really — that it would be a good idea to look the part. With that in mind I bought top of the range balls — two of them — and shoes in the pro shop leaving very little change out of a thousand dollars. I had the balls drilled on the spot and then played five games while I was there. With...
Niki was a bit nervous. Today would be the first day back at school since her modeling began for art class, and she was certain that everyone would be talking. Wearing only the pieces of clothing Max was allowing her, she pressed her hands down over her skirt, thinking that if she was going to have to wear skirts all the time, she really should be allowed to get some more. Maybe he would take her before their parents got home on Sunday. Hooking her purse over her shoulder, she quickly went...
Editor’s Note: The next page is another extract from the journal of Tara Freeman. Sunday December 5. I’m trying to get my homework done for tomorrow so I probably shouldn’t spend too long writing this. I did end up sleeping in Dan’s bed last night. I didn’t go to the bathroom with him this morning though. I waited until he was finished and went on my own. I was nervous but I did it. At breakfast we talked about me going back to school tomorrow. I think I can do it. I’m going to try. Dan...
(Monday morning) Bobby woke at 6 A.M. As his mind travelled back over the things he did yesterday, he didn't know whether to feel guilt or elation. Everyone in his party was certainly much more... liberal. And he had gotten more sex than he would ever have BELIEVED! -- HELL, he wasn't a VIRGIN anymore! Not by a LONG shot! But... something had obviously been done to all of them -- the changes in them were just too extreme. Had he... taken advantage of them... during their weakness? Of their...
Monday, June 13, 2005 I woke up two and a half hours later and got out of bed, missing the inconvenience of having to climb over a girl. I wouldn't be sleeping with Carol until our parents gave their consent, and Ava would presumably be sleeping at her home during exam week. It was going to feel unpleasantly strange sleeping with either Julia or no one, especially the latter option. When I wake up between two girls, I now have a way of getting out of bed that doesn't involve any...
They parted, each to her own vehicle. Alaina shoved her wallet into her school bag. If I’d known I was going shopping, I would’ve brought my hoodie so I had a pocket. Or at least a smaller bag. I hate having to bring this giant thing in with me. The mildly-annoyed girl saw a light blinking on her phone. Probably just Ay. She checked her messages. Handsome Asshole: Hey, everything okay? Handsome Asshole: You need help? Handsome Asshole: Alaina? Ay: ur bf is soo cute when hes worried abt u...
Rainy days and Mondays !! Monday morning, who needs them! in the street people jostles for position in queues, pavements begin to fill with men and women going to work. In your house there was a different atmosphere, for today a special person was visiting, A local beauty agency was sending a new apprentice to your house for some training in massages and waxing. You took a shower and awaited the arrival of the apprentice. To get you in the mood you put on a silk dressing gown and some...
My Father, The Maid, Chapter 3 A Case Of The Mondays By Sissy Oona. Sleep came easy that night, I was frankly a bit worn out from the amazing sex we'd had. I was awoken by the door to the room opening and the click of heels on the wood floor. I cleared my weary eyes to see my father entering the room carrying the breakfast tray I had become accustomed to seeing in the morning. Noticing I was awake my father curtsied to me, he then set the tray of food on the chest of drawers sitting...
Seem like every body at the warehouse took notice of my new look. Walking fast was no longer an option; it caused an unacceptable bounce that attracted way to much attention. Going down steps was a real challenge. Seems I could not leave my desk with out every one starring at me. The problem was all the attention was making my nipples twice as hard. I resigned myself to stay at my desk as mush as possible for the day, and let the drivers come to me. It was around 10:30 when Brad's truck...