Second Chances Ch 10
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The bodega’s facade is weathered brick. It’s wedged on a triangular lot, on the inside of a gentle curve of the street it faces. The awkward layout combined with the inarguable convenience of its location has allowed it to prosper, making it as unattractive to developers and as it is indispensable to the local residents. It’s older than most of those residents, having survived decades, through multiple waves of gentrification and decline.
Older than most, but not older than the two old men sitting on the weathered bench just outside the entrance, sipping coffee and watching the neighborhood go about its business.
‘I dunno, Eshwar. I grew up on the instant stuff.’ says one, a clean shaven white man. His sparse, snowy hair is carefully combed. He wears an old bomber jacket over a blue button-up cotton shirt. One leg of his khaki pants is tied in a neat knot where the corresponding limb ends just below the knee. A pair of battered crutches are tucked in their usual spot behind the bench.
‘It is only for you, my friend,’ replies the gaunt Sikh sharing the bench with him, ‘that I make my son stock a can of those awful grounds.’
The vet grins and takes another sip. His turbaned, mustachioed companion chuckles and raises his own ceramic mug to his nose. The aroma released by the escaping steam speaks to fresh-roasted beans, recently ground. He enjoys the odors for a moment before taking his own sip. They sit in companionable silence for a while, watching the neighborhood move around them.
It’s fairly late on a Sunday morning, and the mix of people moving past the old men begins to shift from neighbors they trade nods with to include more young urbanites. Sophisticates descending from their downtown condos to do a little shopping in the esoteric mix of businesses the neighborhood currently hosts. The old men, and perhaps the bodega itself, understand that this is the beginning of a new surge in gentrification. Some of the downtown people will decide to relocate to the area, because they enjoy the atmosphere.
A little bubble of their own reality will follow them, and those like them, and a little of what they are will mix into the local flavor. Then too many will come, drawn by the whiff of the familiar in the scent of the exotic. Eventually, seeing the demographics shift, outside businesses will begin to buy out the local shops. Soon rents will rise, and the locals will move somewhere more affordable as the flood of urbanites continues. Eventually the neighborhood will be as bland as can be, and the cycle of decay will begin. The old men know this, but they understand that nothing will prevent the circle from completing again, so they don’t talk about it. They just sit and sip and watch and enjoy the sunlight on old bones.
A young woman walks by slowly, peering in shop windows as she explores the street. She smiles at the old men, who both nod to her as she goes by. Eventually, their view of her is blocked by the curve of the street, and the veteran addresses the Sikh.
‘I know we don’t usually comment, and I dunno how you people… uh…’
Eshwar chuckles. ‘Your ignorance is willful. Do you think I am blind to beauty?’
The old vet just grins in reply, and they continue to sip their drinks.
—-
Emily smiles at the two old men sitting in front of the little store. This neighborhood is so amazing! They look like an advertisement for, oh, something diverse.
She should really look into apartment prices around here, it’s so lovely and… *ethnic*. All the little shops!
She pauses in front of one, just around the bend from the store. The window is filled with hundreds of small squares of white paper, and each one has a little drawing on it. Birds and faces and buildings and just shapes. She doesn’t see any price tags, and there’s nothing naming the shop, just a ‘Come In, We’re Open!’ sign tucked into the bottom of the front window.
Emily pushes the door open, setting off a tinkling of chimes. The inside of the shop is a little dim after the brightness of the morning sun, and she gives her eyes a moment to adjust. Looking around, there are more drawings tacked to almost every flat surface, most of them just stuck in place with a thumbtack or a piece of scotch tape. One corner of the store is taken up by a big old barber chair, the kind that reclines and elevates so men can get a shave. There’s a counter with a blackboard behind it, listing numbers next to a list of prices.
‘Good morning, then, miss, can I help you?’
Emily starts, and jerks away from the voice. Almost at her elbow is a tall, striking, dark-skinned woman, dreadlocks pulled back into a sort of ponytail. She’s wearing a smock over street clothes.
‘Oh! I’m sorry! Uh, I just saw all the pictures in the window, and I couldn’t figure out if you’re selling them or… um, what do you sell? I’m Emily.’
The woman smiles. Her teeth are very white. ‘Hello, then, Emily. Call me Ada. I do tattoos.’
‘Ohhh! I get it now!’ All the little pictures make sense, and the numbers on the blackboard must be sizes, or maybe times, followed by prices. ‘I’m sorry for bothering you, I’m not really a tattoo sort of person. Do you mind if I just look at the drawings for a little bit?’
The woman smiles again. ‘Of course. You never know when you might be inspired. I think a little ink would suit you. I’ll be in the back if you need me.’
‘Thank you!’
Emily watches her vanish through a door she hadn’t noticed. The woman moved so quietly! She looks around, and walks closer to a wall, and begins examining the pretty drawings in minute detail.
—-
‘I usually lock up the shop for lunch. Do you want me to leave you here?’
Emily blinks. How long had she been looking at the drawings? She’s reluctant to stop.
‘Oh if it’s no trouble, I’d love to keep looking. Your art is so good.’
The artist looks at her for a few moments, an odd expression on her face. ‘One moment.’
She steps into the back room, then returns a few seconds later, holding something like a large photo album.
‘Come over here, you’ll want to sit down to look at this, it’s too heavy to just hold up.’
The tattoo artist steps over to the barber chair, and Emily follows. She watches as the older woman kicks a lever under the chair, and it settles lower with a hydraulic hiss. Another lever un-reclines it, and she waves Emily into it. Once she’s seated, Ada gives her the surprisingly heavy album.
‘Take all the time you want. These are some of my favorite pieces. If you finish with it just leave it on the counter. I should be back in about twenty minutes, are you okay being locked in here?’
‘Oh of course, thank you so much for taking this much trouble for me.’
Ada waves a long-fingered hand. ‘As much as you’re looking, I half expect you to talk yourself into a tattoo before you leave today.’
Emily grins. ‘I doubt it, but I appreciate this so much.’
‘All right then, I’ll be back soon.’
The door clicks shut with a tinkle of chimes as she steps into the sunlight, and Emily hears the lock slide home a moment later. Adjusting the heavy book in her lap, she flips it open to the first drawing. It’s an abstract, unlike the art on the walls.
Emily shudders involuntarily. She’s unable to express why, but the image almost immediately repulses her. Swallowing a sudden burst of bile, she quickly flips the page. The next image is much better, but still offputting. The next is lovely, and warm. The next prickly.
She slowly works her way deeper into the album, occasionally moving more swiftly when she finds an upsetting shape. For the most part, they’re delightful.
—-
Ada pauses as she passes the bodega. ‘Hi, Eshwar. Where’s Ray this morning?’
‘Good afternoon, Miss Ada. He is here, just answering a call of nature. How are you this lovely day?’
‘It’s slow, but Sundays usually ar
e. I’ve got a possible customer looking through some designs in the shop.’
‘Very good! And how is your brother?’
‘Oh, you know Carl, he never changes. He’s supposed to stop by later, I’ll tell him to come say hi.’
‘Excellent, excellent. Well, I will not keep you from your customer. Do you have a good feeling about them?’
‘I’ll know if I do here in a minute.’
With a wave goodbye, she passes around the bend and unlocks her shop.’
—-
‘Well, I guess I *do* have a good feeling about you.’
Ada enters her shop to find Emily staring down at a page in the album. Her mouth is slightly agape, and her unblinking gaze reveals eyes that track over the pattern in front of her, over and over.
The artist walks up and looks at the design the shorter girl has chosen. She whistles. ‘Well, you don’t fuck around, do you?’
She presses two fingers against the bottom of the girl’s jaw, first closing her mouth, and then raising her head, forcing her to break her line of sight away from the design. She stares at Ada.
‘So,’ Ada says, ‘this is the design you want?’
‘… yes.’
Ada closes the book and heaves it off of the girl’s lap, turning to place it on the counter. Turning back to Emily, she gently tugs the dazed girl’s hand until she stands up.
‘Turn around.’
Emily does nothing for a moment, then slowly turns until she’s facing away. Ada reaches forward and lifts the hem of the girl’s shirt, exposing the flawless expanse of the pale skin of her back. She’s wearing high-waisted pants. Ada places her palm against the girl’s spine, fingers aimed downward, and slips her hand into the waistband.
Her fingers slip downward against the unresisting girl’s skin until they discover the top of the cleft of her buttocks. Pulling them back slightly, she presses with the tips of her fingers just above the crack, and whispers in Emily’s ear, ‘You want it right here?’
‘… yes.’
‘Take off your pants.’
She steps back from the girl and watches the show. Emily is wearing fairly demure panties, but they shouldn’t pose a problem during the inking. Ada steps around her to the chair and begins pulling levers. The leather contorts and clunks into a new, unlikely configuration, and she leads Emily onto it. The girl straddles a raised hump and leans forward as the artist presses against her spine. The result is that the globe of Emily’s pale ass is effectively hanging in space while she leans against a support, her legs drawn forward and resting in a pair of valleys designed for that purpose.
Ada gently runs her hand down Emily’s back and gives her ass a little squeeze. The girl starts slightly, and shakes her head.
‘Wh… what is… what are…’
Ada walks over to the counter, opens the album, and unclips the design that had so fascinated the girl. Emily, meanwhile, is starting to extricate herself from the chair.
‘What.. did you…’
Ada walks over to face her. ‘You said you wanted a tattoo.’
‘Tattoo? No… no, I…’
‘You said you wanted this tattoo.’ Ada holds the design in front of the young girl’s face.
‘… yes’
‘You want me to mark your flesh with this.’
‘… flesh’
‘Tell me what you want.’
‘… tattoo’
‘Are you sure?’
‘… please… tattoo…’
‘Will you pay?’
‘… pay… i will pay.’
‘Will you pay forever?’
‘… forever…’
‘What will you do?’
‘ … forever… pay you forever…’
‘Will you pay me with your money?’
‘… yes’
‘Will you pay me with your flesh?’
‘… flesh…’
‘Tell me.’
‘… my money… my flesh…’
‘Your mind.’
‘… what…’
‘You will pay me with Emily. If you pay me with Emily, if you give up Emily, I will mark your skin with this. It will be part of you. Is that what you want?’
‘… i…’
‘Choose.’
‘… i…’
‘Do you want to be Emily, or do you want this on your skin?’
‘… i…’
‘Choose.’
‘…’
‘… tattoo.’
—-
‘Hello, boys. Still sunning yourselves like a pair of lizards, I see.’
Ray grins at the big man. ‘Hiya Carl, been a while. You here to see Ada?’
‘Yup. Got some family business to inflict on her.’
‘Ah, but family is such a blessing!’ says Eshwar.
‘Say that after you’ve helped my mom move her piano collection for the fiftieth time, Esh. I’ll try to stop by and catch up later, fellas.’
They nod to the big man as he heads away, towards his sister’s shop.
—-
‘Hoo, caught one, did you?’
Ada finishes hugging her brother and steps back over to her stool, preparing to put the finishing touches on Emily’s new tattoo.
‘More like she caught herself. Look at which one she picked.’
He steps over to the girl’s head. Ada has taped the design to a floor lamp and drug it into Emily’s field of view. The unblinking girl is drooling a little. Carl studies the design.
‘Merciful Christ.’
‘Right?’
He takes a closer look at her face. ‘She’s a pretty one, too.’
He runs a thick thumb along her slack lower lip for a moment, and then slips it inside her warm mouth. He bends close to her ear and whispers, ‘Suck.’
After a moment, her lips tighten around him, forming a seal, and her cheeks cave inward slightly as she begins to suckle his thumb. Glancing down to where his sister is working, just above the crack of the girl’s pale ass, he sees she’s almost done.
‘Well,’ he says, freeing his thumb with an audible pop, ‘good catch, either way.’
‘Thanks. So what do you need? You were cagey on the phone.’
‘Guess.’
She sighs. ‘God, no, I can’t take another weekend wasted helping that woman rearrange her house for the thousandth time.’
‘She’s your mother.’
‘She’s *your* mother, too!’
‘Yeah but she knows guilt trips don’t work on me. I’m just the messenger.’
‘Ugh.’
The buzzing of the tattoo gun is the only noise for a few minutes as Ada finishes her work.
Once the tattoo is complete, save the final stroke, she sits back with a sigh. Then she looks up at her brother with a crafty look in her eye. ‘I’ll tell you what…’
He laughs. ‘Ohhhhh, no. You can’t talk me into taking your place up there. She drives me nuts.’
‘Hear me out. You take the bullet for me…’ she says, idly pulling down the back of Emily’s panties to reveal more of the girl’s ass to her brother, ‘… and you can have this one.’
Carl is silent for a moment. ‘And by ‘have’, you mean?’
Ada draws a finger where the missing stroke belongs in Emily’s tattoo. The girl shudders.
‘By ‘have’, I mean you’ll quicken her. Just make sure she sends me a few thousand.’
Carl is silent for a much longer moment. Finally, he says, ‘Dammit.’
Ada claps her hands and laughs. ‘Sucker!’
‘Oh shut up and let’s get it done.’
Still laughing, Ada gets up and does a shuffling little victory dance as she disappears into the back room. Carl stares at the body of the girl straddling the chair, frowning, until his sister reappears. Seeing his face, she says ‘Oh cheer up. Just think about what you’ll do to this one.’
He grunts and takes the small knife and dish his sister hands him. Slashing his thumb lightly, he dribbles a dozen drops of blood into the tiny bowl, then pinches the cut together and mumbles a few words under his breath. When he releases his skin, it is clean and unmarked, with no evidence remaining of the wound.
Ada takes the dish from her brother, and carefully loads a different, sterile needle into her gun. Using a special cartridge made just for the purpose, she mixes her brother’s blood with a drops drops of dark, swirling ink and reloads the gun.
The buzzing of the device fills the room again, and Ada e
xpertly completes the final stroke of the tattoo. She rolls her stool out of the way, and Carl approaches, and carefully places the fingertips of his left hand just so over the complex shape inked into the girl’s skin. When he’s satisfied with the placement, he lowers his thumb to touch the blood-infused final stroke his sister just finished inking.
The entire design flares brightly for a moment, and then fades, until no trace of it remains on Emily’s unmarked skin. The girl convulses, and begins to gasp as though she can’t get air. The siblings ignore her struggles, Ada retrieving the paper with Emily’s design on it and returning it to the album, and Carl walking to the front of the shop and looking out the window at the lowering sun. Emily eventually stops thrashing and just lies limp in the chair.
Ada says, ‘She’ll be out for at least an hour. Dinner? My treat.’
Carl nods. ‘Sure. What are you in the mood for?’
‘I don’t know, lets just walk and see what we find.’
‘Works for me.’
Ada looks around the shop as they leave, double checking that all is as it should be. After a moment, she walks over to the chair Emily still straddles, bends over, and picks up the girl’s pants from where they lie crumpled on the floor. She folds them neatly and lays them on the counter. Satisfied that everything is in order, she joins her brother outside and locks the door behind her.
—-
Walking back from dinner in the twilight, they pass the bodega. The bench is empty.
‘Ray and Eshwar packed it in.’
‘Yeah, I saw them earlier. Those guys don’t ever change.’
‘You know Eshwar is bonded to the building, right?’
‘I did *not* know that. I guess he really *doesn’t* change, then. What about Ray?’
‘I’m not sure, but I heard him talking about his leg one time.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Said he lost it in the ‘Great War”.
‘As in World War *One*?!’
‘That was my reaction. I didn’t say anything.’
‘Hunh. I’ve never picked up a glimmer off of either of them.’
‘Yeah well they were old when we were in diapers, if I’m right. They might be a little out of our league.’
‘Do they know about you?’
‘Ray once said something about liking having my shop around. Something about slowing down gentrification.’
‘Well, you do tend to attract the primary culprits. And they don’t tend to move in afterward.’
‘Just so.’
Ada unlocks the door to her shop. The two of them walk in to find a very confused girl trying to put her pants back on.
—-
The girl is startled by the door opening, stumbling until she falls to her hands and knees, her pants wrapped around her calves. She looks up to see the tattoo artist and Owner walk in.
‘Wha…’ she says, then clears her throat. ‘What happen… ed. To. me.’
‘She came around pretty quick.’
Owner doesn’t reply, just looks at her for a moment as she struggles to get back to her feet.
Then he speaks. ‘Stay on all fours.’
She stops struggling, and just rests on her hands and knees. ‘What…’
‘Be quiet.’
She closes her mouth, and her desire to talk drains away.
Owner turns to the Ada, and says, ‘I’m still not convinced this is worth an entire weekend with mother.’
‘Deal’s a deal, brother mine. Want to take her for a spin? I kinda want to watch.’
He grunts in reply, staring at the girl. ‘Take your pants back off, and stand up.’
With a fluid grace she was unable to command moment before, Emily slips her calves out of the tangle of her clothing and rises to her feet. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks, though she makes no sound.
‘You may speak.’
‘*What did you do to me?!*’ she shrieks, causing both siblings to wince.
‘Indoor voice, please. Tell me your name.’
She opens her mouth to answer, but closes it after a moment and begins to sob.
‘Calm down, and relax.’
Peace floods her, and she draws a shuddering breath as her emotions come back under control.
‘The reason you can’t remember your name is that you sold it to my sister, here. Do you remember where you live?’
The girl mutely shakes her head.
He looks at his sister. ‘Everything?’
‘You saw the pattern she picked.’
He nods and turns back to the girl. ‘Do you remember why you sold yourself?’
‘I… So she would draw it on me.’
‘It?’
‘The picture.’
‘So she did, and I quickened it. Do you know what that means?’
Another negative shake.
‘What is my name?’
She speaks without hesitation. ‘Owner.’
‘Have I ever told you that?’
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My name is Ginger and I am 62 years old. I take very good care of my body, I work out three days a week but my husband does not seem to pay any attention to me. I am five foot tall, weigh about 98 pounds and have a nice figure as men tell me this all the time. I dress classy. I was in another State with my husband on a business trip. He was at a late meeting and I went shopping. It is raining and I stopped at this cute womens clothing store, no one else was there. The man behind the counter...
Please read the first 2 "slut wife" stories before this 1.As Sarah shut down the laptop she felt another glib of cum trickle down her face, she knew she must look a cum covered mess so she stood up to check herself out in the dining room mirror. What she saw amazed her. Her once clean and beautiful wedding dress was now crumpled and had obvious stains where cum had been sprayed over it, mainly over the chest area. Her makeup was smeared and as cum trickled through it made it stain her face even...
It all started because Emily had a cold. It was a disappointment in more ways than one. First, having a cold sucked. Nothing tasted right, everything hurt, and overall, she was miserable. Second, she loved going to Youth Group on Sundays. All of her favorite friends were there. Having been home schooled since second grade wasn’t conducive to making much of a circle of friends, so the group at Sea Coast Baptist Church was her social life. Third, today was a special Sunday, it was the first...
Sixteen days later... Time: Sunday, July 20, 2053 3:44 AM, aboard M.N.S. Discovery Warrant Officer Megan Lopes left the ship's bridge and walked down to the small cabin she and Alvaro were sharing. He was asleep on their cot, already dressed for the day, and Megan decided to leave the lights off for a moment. She sat on the edge and gently petted his head, stroking his temple with her fingers. Alvaro sighed and opened his eyes. "Show time already?" Megan nodded her head. "Just about....
If asked for the most simplistic explanation of that evening with Leta, I would have pointed to the skirt. Her black skirt. Her short, form-fitting, black skirt. The skirt she wore to formal occasions that were more social than formal, like the author’s reading we had attended at our west branch bookstore earlier in the evening. The sexuality she expresses in that skirt simply cannot be ignored, especially by me. I am baited by the curve of her, by the way she moves within those curves....
Copyright© 2000 Psychology 101 Section D (Dr. Samuels) Semester Project Journal Nadine Murphy Monday 9/25 8:13 PM Well, Dr. Samuels liked my project proposal. When I got the paper back in class today, he'd written "I like it! Creative thinking!" across the top in big red letters. I don't think I've ever gotten that positive a response from a teacher before. This is exciting! If this goes as well as I think I'll probably decide to major in psychology. Anyway, this document is...
The black rubbery goo has reformed over her legs, gripping tight like a latex skin, pushing tightly over pussy and recreating her camel toe. It just finishes creating the tight latex-like pants when the door to the classroom opens. She turns just in time to see Casey Ridgeland, of all people, enter. “Oh,” she gasps as her eyes are drawn to Emma’s chest. “I was, um, looking for Mister Braxton.” Emma smiles wickedly at the girl. “You just missed him. He had to run. I hope it wasn’t too...
My friend Miranda, a lesbian amateur pornstar, had tricked me into going "gay for pay" with her.I ended up loving it, but it wasn't Miranda who I couldn't keep out of my head since that day.It was her friend, the cameragirl who bluntly sat on my face after filming us.I brought her to orgasm in less than ten minutes, and then she left without a word.She never even told me her name, and I didn't really care.The fact of the matter was, I had loved it and I couldn't stop thinking about it.The smile...
Bert and Elsie Harding ran this rather seedy private hotel just off the seafront on Hayling Island which is near Portsmouth in the UK. The house was large and impressive from the outside, Elsie had inherited it from her father after his death. There was not enough money to be earned in the short holiday season to provide a good living and keep the house kept as well as it should be, so it became more shabby year on year. This hurt Elsie but Bert wasn’t worried as the house was in her name...
Party Line By teaser I got home a little later than usual on no particular Friday. Nothing much planned for the weekend, other than to be woken up several times nightly by idiot help desk people who couldn't figure out that their problem wasn't my fault. I hate being on call. My answering machine light was blinking. I thought to myself, I just got home and it's already started. I hit the button and was pleasantly surprised. "Hey Richard, it's Joanne." Hot damn! "Mistress...
The bus was almost full. Chuck Taylor looked back from his seat next to the driver and grinned. He loved to see the flushed faces. They were so eager and sweet. Like children going to see Santa Claus. All edgy and excited. His little scheme had worked just great. Every pink dose he had spread around had left the tiniest of residue in the girls' heads. And every one of their countless orgasms had grafted the outline of an idea on their brains. It was the idea that this bliss could last...
So I was at home watching my latest DVD purchase when I felt my mobile vibrate in my pocket. The caller ID read Kate. I eagerly answered the phone to find out what she wanted.Turns out she needed help with her new PC. I said I would be right over; I only lived up the road to her so I grabbed my wallet and ran there as quickly as I could. I knocked on the door expecting Scott to answer and let me in but to my delight it was Kate in a bathrobe. Her hair still wet she invites me in.“So you need...
Well Hello There!Welcome to The Story of Me. This will be a short synopses from how I found right man and why I am one lucky girl. I have always been a thick girl from an early age and was never approached by the boys. In high school I decided to take up something most girls of that age usually don't do...suck cock! Not only did it get the attention of some the boys, but I found out that I REALLY, REALLY loved it. Yup, and you know what! I was really good at it to. I did get some dates, but...
School was an escape route for Arrian. Thoran High School was an adequate school. It was a very nice campus, modern while still classic somehow. The cluster of buildings were a pale gray color. The campus cafeteria stood out the most. It was a big blue building housing room for around 2500 students, in addition to faculty. They had a brand new gym, fresh bleachers, new basketball backboards and rims. Along with that came the new wooded floors with their mascot decal on it: Max, The Bear....
When I do take time to think about my old life before I met my Mistress, which is very rare nowadays, I am astounded how easily I fell under her spell. I chuckle to myself when I think how I used to believe she had either d**gged or hypnotised me to give myself so easily and readily to her.It started one day when I received a job to repair a couple of windows at her very palatial home for the little family company I worked for. We did mainly high class work for rich clients and prided ourselves...
John is a man with an ordinary job, working from morning till night and his only hobby is collecting antiques. As John was getting out of bed one day, the pointed antique on his nightstand sank into his hand and the blood got on the antique. The blood-smeared antique shone with a faint light and changed some rules all over the world.(Rules added at the end.) When John removed his hand, the blood had been absorbed by the artifact. John looked at the ancient artifact in surprise, and everything...
FantasyA WORD FROM THE AUTHOR: This story is my thank you to a community that has provided me free fiction for years. It is also my first story (and probably my last), and I will warn you- it is long. My intrepid editor, Robyn Hoode, slaved through the drafts of the story, providing insightful and helpful commentary. His enthusiasm for the subject material kept me motivated. Honestly, without him and his constant feedback, this story wouldn't exist. So, if you enjoy this story, you have him...
This is a very long story. This part is a build up for what is to be followed. Kindly be patient and enjoy. Chapter 1: It was 7 am. “Good Morning Master” Trudy, Amy, and Anissa greeted in unison and continued on giving their master a morning blowjob, which was their first task of the morning for almost 5 years. “Good Morning Sluts” their Master Alex greeted and started thinking about how all this started. 5 years back, Alex was a normal college going, boy. His family was not very rich or very...
IncestXXXVII Amna was sitting on the sofa in the living room, when Salim entered after her long day at work. As always, she was naked apart from the curiously ornate ebony dildo she had strapped around her waist. It was Amna’s current favourite, and one she hardly ever took off. Salim had examined it at length and was impressed by the subtle markings which formed the bodies of women writhing about, their hair and limbs making up the shape of the massive glans and the heavy round balls. It must have...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Hi I’m 19 years old and I have had the biggest crush on my step aunty since I met her I have known her my whole life so we can say she is my real aunty but one night on my 18th fantasy’s with her true. My birthday in on December 31st so when we met for it it’s jus ends up being a party so I was an adult now so I could party with the adults I had a good time. My aunty was with her boyfriend of 5 months and she was looking sexy in her little dress and...
IncestAn excerpt from The Erotic Adventures of American Glory Book One “The Quest Begins” Prologue January 1942 Glory Mounds is a young American woman suddenly embroiled in World War II Europe. She is twenty-four years old, and absolutely stunning! Standing 5’9” tall, she is athletic, yet voluptuous at the same time. Her lush golden hair hangs to the middle of her back, and her brilliant blue eyes are mesmerizing. She’s large breasted, has a narrow waist, and has long, gorgeous legs. Matching her...
Erotic"Wake up girl. Lets go get some breakfast." Bev was shaking me, interrupting a weird dream I was having.I looked at my watch. It was 11 am. Well, so much for flying home. I guess she thinks I changed my mind. I can't believe I overslept.Well, she's acting normal, like nothing happened between us. She was right about one thing. I would have had a hard time explaining why I came home early and left her here. Maybe it's for the best that I stay here.We passed each other in the room, her coming...
The girl trusted her Master and she knew that whatever He expected of her she would surrender to. However, she did not know what the next week would bring.A few months before the girl had been used as the admission for her Master to a select club of Masters who would have access to a place in the country. The girl knew that because of that acceptance into that club she would be available for use by other Masters and/or Mistresses that were members of the club.That evening her Master told her...
My Sweet Rayne by Reeb The cold of the evening air in London on a January night was almost unbearable at times. The chilling cold penetrated deep into my bones through the layers of my uniform. As I stood at the rail terminal waiting my train to Norwich through Ipswich, my thoughts reflected over the last three months of my life. It was late January 1944 and I had just been promoted to Captain in the US Army Air Force. Along with that promotion, I was...
Love StoriesThis story is based on an episode from Velamma comics which you can read A fine day Velamma was surprised when she got an unexpected package from ‘Ganguly Fashions.’ It was a gift from Mandeep and Karna. Velamma laid out the two pairs of amazingly hot lingerie on the bed. She could tease Ramesh wearing that, but he was on a business trip. Mandeep and Karna had started designing slutty lingerie for plus-sized women, and Velamma was the one who inspired them. This was a token of...
I wasn't at all sure where I was going to, when I loaded my car. I was well aware that I didn't need to stay local; actually that was the last thing I wanted to do, what with all the family thinking I was some kind of a pervert for one thing. And when my friends discovered that I was no longer with Lindsey they would want to know why we'd broken up. What do I tell them? That she'd kept her legs crossed for me, but was shagging some squaddy behind my back? Shit, that story was going to get...
They built some new rooms next to the house, so they'd have enough beds for about eight to ten girls working at the same time. They even had a bondage room and a room for water sports because two of the girls really liked to drink piss. Everything had worked out quite good for the family of three. The brothel of the Cooper-Family was getting more and more successful. The girls had the reputation of fulfilling all their customers' needs and they had a lot of regular visitors. It was this...
“Oh daddy! Yes! Fuck me, fuck me! Oh God!” Kattie screamed as she bounced on her father’s cock. “Yeah! Take this dick, you little slut!” growled Richard, tightening his grip on his daughter’s ass. She was so soft and plump in all the right places. Thick thighs and a small waste, Kattie was the definition of sexy. And she was the best little slut any daddy could ask for. “Hello? Anyone home?” a voice called from downstairs. It was her mother. “Oh shit!” gasped Kattie, as she...
Nothing, but the worst guilt trip of her life, could have caused such a need to vomit up her soul as she now felt. Suddenly pulling her elegant appearing smokestone clear coat metallic colored 2009 Lincoln MKS to the side of the parking lot as the was beginning her drive home. Eleanor ‘Ellie’ Berkenstein stopped the dream of a vehicle she’d purchased, actually her husband had written the check for the $40,000 plus automobile, only three weeks previously. Before becoming sick...
Your bedtime ritual has always been the same ever since you were a little girl. Once you turn off the lights you have to leap into bed from a distance of at least four feet to make sure "they" can't catch you. "They" are of course the monsters under your bed. Of course you don't really believe in them anymore, not for the past six or seven years, but you still make that leap - just in case. Better safe than sorry, right? This night is no different from any other night. You sail expertly through...
FantasyThings had certainly changed for Nina since being demoted at the office and then being sacked from her last job. Initially, she had floundered, but when looking at job adverts realised she didn’t really fancy going back into an office scenario where she had to make so many decisions and lead a team. So, she started to apply for jobs as an assistant, and eventually got one as an assistant in the accounts department of quite a large firm. So, even though Nina was now forty-one-years-old, she had...
SpankingI opened my eyes and looked over at the clock beside the bed. 11 AM. I looked up at the ceiling, over the hotel rooms bed, trying to figure out where I was. Suddenly, an arm reached across my chest and long strands of hear flipped over my face and shoulder. Something was wrong. The hair was almost black, not dark blond. Not Vicky’s. Oh Fuck! I hadn’t done something stupid had I? My mind raced back to the wild night we’d had at the ‘Exotic, Erotic Ball’. I know I hadn’t had too much to drink....
Darned foolishness! I asked for everything that happened last night thought Lani. She couldn't exactly go complaining to her husband after she practically threw herself at her own son. Lani should have just stood up and walked away when Danny started with his wandering hands. In fact, Lani did nothing to discourage him and almost everything to encourage him, cuddling with Danny while he felt up her leg and then fondled her boob. That would have been called giving the green light to the young...
During their get togethers, Vince was asked repeatedly, as to what his ultimate goal was, and what it would take to satisfy his curiosity. His answer had been, " Just to know for myself what they are, and why so many are being reported as being seen. It's a fairly recent thing. There have been stories for possibly thousands of years, but, in the last 40 or 50 years, there have seemed to be many more sightings, and contacts made. I want to know WHY!!!" James, David, and Tod looked at each other,...
Transitions IV by Desiree Pleasence Dear Sisters: Thank you so much for your positive feedback and encouragement. I'm new to writing fiction and still working on style and technicalities. For example: after I wrote this installment, I went back and tried to convert it to a consistent present tense, not the mixed tenses of previous installments. Despite three rounds of proof- reading, I suspect that some blunders may remain. If so, I hope they aren't too distracting or annoying. ...