A Disappointment
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Christmas Day 1773 dawned eye-squinting bright in Annapolis. The flickering harbor and the broad Bay beyond lapped quietly at their whitened banks. Elizabeth woke at the first, faint, rose-colored tinting of the high, thin clouds as she had aboard the Janet Lune. Eyes still closed, she savored the sea smell, thought of Clemence, stretched, struggled past a fleeting terror and then suddenly realized where she was. She thought her silent prayer, giving thanks for another day, and tossed back her worn quilt, shuddering as her last dream faded. Glittering eyes, dripping fangs and foul odors shredded and dissipated like a morning fog, leaving bits of bitter foulness behind.
She had never before suffered nightmares that included noxious smells, but this dream had recalled the vicious man who raped her and the vile men who watched in pungent scents. Vernon's whisky breath and the stink of his sweat and burnt tobacco were vibrantly alive in her melting memory, in a dream where she ran and ran toward an ever-receding sanctuary and grasping hands clawed at her.
She splashed frigid water on her thin face and looked into the small, speckled mirror above her wash stand while she raked at her long hair with her fingers and a broken piece of tortoise comb, careful not to stretch her ribs too far. Two, steady gray eyes looked back at her, and she could only discern a small, blue bruise on the point of her left cheekbone, barely visible beneath the tan freckles, just a slight puffiness under that arched eyebrow, a reminder. Her ears still rang and buzzed from time to time, but as with her other physical wounds, that annoyance was fading. She made a stern face at herself, pinching her lips together as she put her hand to her rib cage.
Jolly Dr. Scott had pronounced her ribs sound after being bound for only a few days more than two weeks, but continued to advise her, with a wry smile, to stay off the backs of fractious horses and to dance no reels or gavottes.
She shivered in the chill air, feeling her nipples harden, quickly pulled her only dress over her head and smoothed it down her lean body and the plain linen shift she slept in. Elizabeth tied her sun-streaked hair back with a worn, blue ribbon and made a twisted belt from another piece of the same material Philly had found for her. Around her neck she tossed her new, flower-patterned kerchief, a gift from Anne, and tied it loosely, tucking the ends into the front of her almost shapeless and unornamented dress of nut-brown homespun.
Elizabeth touched the three shiny buttons beside the basin on her small washstand and thought of the bodice they had graced, of the lost life they represented. The violent attack suddenly came back to her mind, and she pushed the aching memory aside, deeper into a remote crevice, behind a rough wall of dark stones but with a sour taste in her mouth. She slipped her bare feet into her old wooden clogs and promised herself she would ask about getting some quieter slippers and some knit stockings.
With her hand sliding along the uneven wall, Elizabeth crept down the narrow, dark, back stairwell from the third floor as quietly as she could and visited the brick "necessary" next to the carriage house in the tidy yard with its small, formal hedges and low, brick wall. She returned to the basement kitchen and found the family's cook standing before the wide fireplace slicing blood-rare beef from a spitted roast onto a large, oval platter. Most addressed the stern cook as "Bess" while Philippa called her "Mama." Philly, who was cutting thin slices of smoked ham, silently pointed to a large tea kettle and smiled her "good morning."
Elizabeth had noticed that the servants in this elegant home spoke as little as possible, even when they were only with each other. Responses were always short, often monosyllables. Subtle nudges and raised elbows replaced orders and answers. Arched eyebrows, shrugged shoulders and crinkled lips had their own quiet vocabulary as did various guttural sounds and throat clearings.
The young woman took a fresh-baked biscuit from a heaping basketful, broke it open and filled it with scraps of fat-tinged ham from the edge of Philly's white porcelain platter. Like most of the ordinary china in this house, it was decorated with large leaves around its edge, tobacco leaves Elizabeth had been told.
She smiled back at the slave and sipped her sugared tea, enjoying the warmth and smells of the low-ceilinged room with its dark beams and wrought iron gear. The kitchen had been extra busy all week with both the wide stone fireplace and deep brick oven seldom empty. Twenty were expected at the table this afternoon for a dinner of seven courses, and the pantry was already chock full of overflowing serving dishes and platters that would be warmed on the iron shelf hanging from the huge andirons. Ranks of dusty wine bottles stood on the side table, waiting to be polished clean and twisted open. Elizabeth had never seen so much food in one place and more was still being delivered at the rear entrance of the clapboard summer kitchen.
Because servants were preparing the dining room for the Christmas feast, hanging garlands and polishing everything including the crystals on the disassembled chandelier, Elizabeth was delegated to carry breakfast trays to the late-rising Conroy daughters. Philippa would take one to the new Mrs. Conroy, a short, prim woman who usually wore her light-colored hair piled high on her head. Elizabeth had nodded to her, guessing she was about fifty years old, but they had yet to speak to each other.
Extra help had arrived from the M'Kenna plantation down in Prince George's County along with smoked hams to be glazed and plucked birds to be roasted and from the ancient manse on the Shore came a barrel of oysters to be stewed plus two unsmiling, coal-black waiters who might well have been twins, mute twins with huge, tan hands. Men were busy waxing the long table's many leaves and fitting new, beeswax candles into all the sconces. Silver gleamed on one end of the cherry sideboard, and the gold-chased flatware was ready to be laid out from the other side table along with a huge pile of napkins. Elizabeth gulped down her food and donned a linen apron and starched cap.
Anne and Priscilla shared a room on the second floor of their father's square town house, a house that still smelled of its white plastered newness. They had been raised, Elizabeth soon learned, at the family's large tobacco farm on the Eastern Shore, in a big, wooden home with three chimneys and a row of dormer windows set into the edge of its tall, slate roof. It was called Pirate's Luck, Anne had told her with a laugh, two fingers to her lips. She went on to say that she never had been able to find out how her grandfather Conroy had made his fortune but that she had her suspicions since the house sat right on a blind curve of the Chester, one of those tidal rivers that led directly to the Bay. Now the young ladies sat at their dressing tables eating corn mush, buttered toast and fatty bacon curls and sipping pale, heavily sugared tea.
"I don' see why we couldn't have invited some of our friends," Anne complained, her mouth overfull of food. "Jus' old, fat-bellied big wigs and their smelly, gossipin' wives in fancy sacques an' monstrous petticoats, that's all we'll see." Her tongue's tip appeared briefly to flick in a golden crumb.
Priscilla glared at her. "For shame, how many times mus' you be told what this party means to father. These are troubled times. Things have been very, what shall we say, very unsteady since Lord Frederick up an' died. You know that, my girl, least you should. Father got on well with Governor Sharpe, but this new man has his own friends to take care of."
"But he's, he was Lord Baltimore's brother-in-law, right? An' Mr. Dulany and the others," Anne bit a piece of bacon and chewed on one side of her mouth while she talked out of the other, her auburn hair still tied in a multitude of small, white rags. "They must've spoken up for father. What's he want, that stuck-up new governor? After all they've named a whole county for his gawky wife an' the county seat for him, Edenton, imagine. Hmph." She wiped her fingers on the napkin that covered her lap and looked hungrily at her sister's untouched rasher of bacon.
"It may have been the old trouble with the minister, that Mr. Allen. Do you remember him?"
"Ho," said Anne waving her huge napkin at Elizabeth like a flag, "the one who preached drunk at St. Anne's, almost fell right out a'the pulpit one Sunday an' went around the colony with that strange woman he claimed was his sister. Ho ho, sister indeed!" She stuck out her slippered feet and spread her knees, tapping her toes to some internal song of joy.
"Yes, I didn't realize how much you heard of that. Mother always said you were one of those little pitchers with big ears. You were what back then, seven or eight?"
"Um hm, and he almost had a duel with Mr. Chew, an' didn't Walter Dulany beat him with his fists? Elizabeth, he did, thrashed the man right out there in the street, the minister in his frock coat and funny collar." Anne turned to look at the woman who stood by the window, her back now toward the harbor. "Liz'beth, it was so funny. They sent this smelly rector out to Frederick Town to get rid of him, an' the people there chased him away he was so bad. And now Mr. Boucher's in the soup over his pay, isn' he? And he's Governor Eden's man, so there." She snatched a piece of bacon from her sister's plate and gobbled it.
Elizabeth smiled at Anne's enthusiasm and obvious happiness. It was a pleasant season despite the growing governmental strife and rampant out-of-doors politics. She turned her mind quickly from the cold sea and her lost husband to her job, her present life, closing off thoughts of her possible future.
"Yes," said Priscilla, lifting her chin and stretching her thin neck, "but it's not just the money, it's more his outspoken ways. When someone made a toast saying he hoped Americans would all hang together, in general accord, Reverend Boucher responded that he prayed it would be a strong cord for the hanging."
"Well," Anne went on, still chewing, "poor father, he's a member of the vestry so he's caught in the middle. He says, well, it's hard to believe, but outside Annapolis many vestrymen are siding with the country party. Imagine! That's what you meant, isn' it, Meg?" She dropped her voice and put on a serious look after licking her fingertips.
"There's more to it, but yes, you're right, and now it's the question of how much all the ministers are to be paid, not just clerics, but people like our father. I think he gets £500 a year, and Mr. Dulany probably has £1500 from the list and Mr. Steuart gets at least two thousand at the land office. That's what's stirring people up. There's a lot of money involved."
"What was that crowd that went by 'ere last Saturday? What're they all upset about then, all that hootin' and cheering?" Elizabeth asked, resting her lean buttocks against the low window sill, at ease to be doing nothing.
"Oh, I don't know," Priscilla said, dabbing at her mouth and then finishing her tea, leaving the rest of her meal almost untouched. "The Assembly either did or did not do something they should have." She shook her head and pursed her lips to show her disgust. "That mob, and that's what it was, my dear Anne, you hear me, a mob, they are really frightenin' at times, despite the fact that there are some well-dressed men and even barristers among the rabble. This had something to do with tobacco inspection. I'm sure I don't understand." She folded her napkin on her knee and took a deep breath somewhat theatrically.
"They were yelling 'bout taxes," Anne said, brushing out her hair with unrestrained energy and tossing cloth ties to the floor with abandon. "I heard them, saw their signs, an' some of the boys from the school were right in the middle of it."
"You didn't go out there!" said her sister with mock alarm.
"I certainly did," Anne said, looking pugnacious and bouncing on her chair. "I pulled on my cape and hood. I could've joined, and they'd never known who I was. I could've paraded right up to the Liberty Tree with 'em."
"Haw, unless they looked at your brocaded shoes, my girl," Priscilla said. "I bet you still had those fancy French buckles on, didn't you."
Anne did not answer but turned back to what little was left of her food.
"One of the boys she likes is a Whig," Priscilla explained to Elizabeth. Despite her servant status, the Conroy girls generally treated the bonds-woman as just another young lady with whom to share gossip and secrets, and Elizabeth enjoyed their talk and jokes although she did not always understand the subject matter or the politics.
"He is not," Anne cried, spraying toast crumbs on the carpet. "His family and the Pacas are good friends, and Mr. Paca and Father are both on the governor's council, so there, smarty. An' besides, you're sweet on that fat, stuck up Dulany. And, an' he's a smelly prig. That's worse."
"Well, Billy Fields is nothing but a Whig and a trouble-maker and a scoundrel, and you best stay away from him at the dances this winter," said Priscilla.
"He's not, but he did tell me that his father's in the Association," Anne almost whispered as though it were a deep and dangerous secret. She attempted to train a hank of auburn hair to curl down to her shoulder, cocking her head to the side as she studied the effect in her mirror.
"What's that?" Elizabeth asked. "The Association?"
"I don't know," Anne said, shaking her head from side to side and admiring the result. "But it's important."
"That's the bunch of incendiaries that tries to keep people from buying English goods," Priscilla said. "And they are no friends of ours or father's or of our governor or good King George for that matter. They preach rebellion and sedition and so does the smug, young Mr. Fields with his buck teeth."
The Christmas dinner went on for several hours and after the ladies left for the parlor and the double table cloth had been removed, the gentlemen continued their talk and drinking well into the evening under a lowering veil of pungent tobacco smoke. The servants quickly cleaned up the leftovers, washed and stored the china and silver that was only used for extra-fine entertaining, and moonrise saw the borrowed slaves and their goods off for a long, cold ride back to the keep called M'Kenna's Disappointment down on the Patuxent.
Once the last guests had departed and the guttering candles were snuffed, Elizabeth retreated to her small room and wondered about several things she had heard that day, including Priscilla's explanation of the mob in the street. The slaves had done all the serving with a black man in a clean white shirt and waistcoat standing behind each gentleman's chair all during the meal. With Elizabeth's help, Bess and Philippa had carried the laden platters to and from the dining room, but were not allowed to enter.
The M'Kenna's ancient butler and Moses, the townhouse major domo, did that service with stoic grace. Elizabeth was stationed just outside the dining room door to signal for the next course, carry off dirty dishes and to fetch needed refills of bowls and platters. There she overheard bits and pieces of various conversations, and now in her chilly garret with her quilt pulled up to her chin, the indentured woman began to put some of these pieces together while she absentmindedly fingered one of her treasured buttons and rubbed her cold feet against each other.
Smuggling was part of many Marylanders' ordinary way of life, she concluded, just as it had been for some of her neighbors back in Cornwall. She had heard men, and a few women, chuckle and even laugh in a coarse manner about the source of some of the delicacies and wines being brought to the table as well as the fancy clothes they wore. One man bragged about how well his ships were doing in trade with the Dutch and their islands in the Caribbean, and another said that many a brig leaving Annapolis and cleared for England never made it past Spain, Portugal or the Azores. "Rum an' sugar an' slaves, by damn," one overwrought guest had cried out in a sing-song manner, "they bring far more than tobacco, pig iron and lumber, no matter what the foggy Parliament says."
Then there was something about Boston and tea that brought general anger to the dining room after the ladies had departed to discuss jeweled stomachers, a notorious play at the new theater and the latest fashion babies from Paris. A tall man in a gold-trimmed uniform brought the news which he said reached Maryland in less than ten days from Massachusetts. Elizabeth had stood with her right ear against the door for several minutes, but had not be able to figure out what they were so upset about. What had gone on in Boston? She did hear someone say that the story had spread faster than ever before, like "wildfire." Many asked what was going to happen, and Mr. Conroy had called it the "last straw." Mystified, Elizabeth had moved on to other chores.
Governor Eden had been the subject of several broken conversations. "Eden hopes for reconciliation," Millard Conroy firmly stated from the table's head. "He believes in soothing measures, and so do I." Some, including white-haired Mr. Paca, the guest of honor since Colonel Sharpe had been called back to England, thought the new governor wise and brave while others, for reasons Elizabeth did not understand, compared him to General Braddock and one said that he was "pig-headed dragoon" and that he drank too freely. Elizabeth had never heard of Braddock nor of the Coldsteam Guards for that matter who seemed to march constantly in and out of that off-and-on debate.
And finally much of the table talk both before and after the cloth was drawn was about what was often called "sot-weed." Elizabeth concluded that the Maryland Assembly had recently passed an act for tobacco inspection, which most thought was good and important if Maryland was to compete with Virginia, but had not included a list of ministers' fees. Opinion was loudly divided on the merits of that action or inaction.
As the dinner had gone on and the wine flowed more freely, the volume and tone of the conversations became much more animated. She actually saw a red-faced guest strike the table and say, quite loudly, that a company of Redcoats could take care of the Annapolis mob without firing a shot. "Cold steel's what they deserve," he snarled to general approval and several cries of "hear him."
Agitated and unable to sleep, Elizabeth left her bed with her quilt about her thin shoulders and stood before her dormer window. She looked up at the cold, lonely moon with its huge circle of crystal haze. She picked up her other brass buttons from the shelf and wondered where Matthew was and how he was getting on as she ran her thumb over their patterned faces. She hoped that he could deal with his lack of freedom, and she realized that she was having some problems in coping with hers. She tried to pray, lifting her eyes above the glowing moon, but she failed; her attention wandered. She felt lost, abandoned.
At home, in Cornwall, out of necessity, many young men and women went into service for a year at a time; she had several relatives who had done that, but here she was little different from the black house slaves or even the rural field hands and so was Matthew. She tried to picture his rough-hewn, freshly-shaved face and failed, able to recall only the breadth of his chest and the stubble on his hard chin. She crawled under her thin quilt and held the cool buttons between her breasts, wishing they were his hand, someone's hand. She conjured up her childhood dream knight, heard his horse approaching on the cobbled street, smiled and slept.
The next morning, Elizabeth asked Philippa and her mother if they had figured out all the excitement about Boston. It had not taken the white servant very long to learn that slaves had some sort of wholly invisible and very rapid network of communication.
"Oh, all that's jes' foolishment," the broad-backed cook said without looking up from her hearth and the spitted birds she was basting.
"But why were they so excited, carryin' on like crows?" Elizabeth asked, sipping her morning tea.
"Answer's right there in your han'," Philly said.
"What, tea?"
"Yes, tea," the young woman nodded and went on about her work.
"Ast them white gals," Bess said, " when they gets up."
"I will. Look Bess, what am I supposed to do in this house then? Nobody's given me a real job."
"Not my say so," said the large woman, putting down her long-handled spoon and wiping her chapped hands on her apron. "You was hurt when you got here, but you right, time for having reg'lar work. Ast them two girls or their new momma. She the one with the say-so in this house."
"I've only seen 'er once, I think. She likely don't even know I'm here."
"She know. Her job to know."
An hour later the Conroy daughters came down for their breakfast, and Elizabeth took the opportunity to talk with them. She stood by the sideboard rubbing a serving spoon with a soft cloth while they ate, and she offered them more tea and toast when it was needed.
"Did you hear people talk 'bout trouble in Boston?" Elizabeth asked after the girls' rapid fire discussion of women's hair, pocket hoops, brocaded sacque dresses, secret pregnancies, naval officers and silken petticoats had died down.
"Yes, of course," Priscilla said. "Those foolish Yankees have gone much too far this time."
"What happened?" asked Elizabeth. "And aren't you all Yankees then, you colonials?"
"Certainly not. It's just Adams and those crazy New Englanders," Priscilla said. "Boston's the worst."
"Yes," Anne chimed in, "they've blown up a ship or burned down a warehouse or sacked the governor's library, something terrible and stupid. It's like that 'massacre' thing."
"No, not exactly, Anne," said her sister. "You were too busy making eyes at that tall leftenant to have paid any real attention to the news."
"I was not," Anne said. "And besides, he's much too old, probably twenty. And what were you and fat James Dulany goin' on about with your hands under the table?"
"Who is too old?" asked Mrs. Conroy as she floated into the room in her lace cap and silken morning robe and took her usual seat at the far end of the table, regal in pink and white. Elizabeth ducked out the door and signaled to the kitchen that she was down and then returned to her post and her polishing rag.
"Elizabeth was asking about Boston, ma'am," Anne was saying.
"I see. Well Elizabeth, we are happy to see you looking so well. The young ladies have told me how you helped them aboard the Janet Lune. We must find a proper position for you, I think, now that our friend and neighbor Upton Scott says you are fit enough to work."
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I walked up the stairs and pulled out my keys, there was a man waiting and ringing a door bell, I smiled at him and let him in. I didn’t know who the man was, but since he was ringing someone up, he was probably some guest in someone’s house. He smiled back at me, his sandy blonde hair and green eyes looked really good on him, I might have preferred him but he looked like he was in his forties and already married, the ring on his finger was proof enough. I pressed the up button on the...
Scotty P and his friend are hanging out with each other. The guys glance over at their wives, commenting to each other about how hot the ladies are. At the same time, Scotty’s friend’s wife, Kuleana, is talking to Scotty’s wife about how hot she finds Scotty. Scotty’s wife seems intrigued by the idea of Kuleana getting a taste of her husband, but SHE wants some of Kuleana’s hubby too. The wives agree to go for it, just as their husbands walk up to them. Kuleana...
xmoviesforyou"Harvey, what is the general mood there, is everyone recovering OK?" I asked. "There are some who are still taking it hard. The compound walls have been repaired so that has removed some of the long hours and stress," Harvey said. "Harvey, in two weeks I am pulling all 18 of you out. You are coming back to the main office for recurrent training. We also found out that there is a lot of information missing out of the Black Water HR files we received, we want to update everything, and...
A follow on from my wife’s filthy encounter in a public toilet where she was used by several strangers.Last month I attended a conference which was boring but the upside was that partners and wives could stay too. The company had provided the hotel accommodation and a party on the last evening with a meal and free bar. The wife dressed to impress in a short black cocktail dress, black bra, black seamed pantyhose and black high heeled shoes. Her dress was too snug for stockings or for her to...
Horny Finnish babe Kinuski is pleasuring herself in her convertible sports car when she’s caught red-handed by Kristof Cale and Vince Karter. Vince, being the clever stud that he is, takes the opportunity to lure Kinuski back to his place, where he’s got a cache of BDSM toys. He quickly convinces Kinuski to give the toys a try, and within minutes, her hands bound and she has Vince’s cock stuffed in her mouth. Shortly thereafter, Kristof joins the fun and the pair give Kinuski a proper DP...
xmoviesforyouThe Fuck Box, another fantasyBlimey, just saw this video on xhamster: https://xhamster.com/movies/6686643/wife_gets_railed_by_strangers_in_a_fuckbox.htmlWhat an amazing invention. It got me thinking what I would like to do with my wife in one of these. In my fantasy my wife is getting more open to try things. One evening I ask her if she is happy to fulfil one of my fantasies. She is not sure as she knows how extreme some of my fantasies are. I take a gamble and tell her that if we play a game...
Hello to all ISS readers, i wish to narrate my unforgettable association with my boss’ wife and how that changed my married life. I was regular visitor to my boss’ house and we were very close discussing various things. I was just married then and due to my rather in experience i was very shy and could not succeed in enjoying my wife and make her enjoy either. This somehow became known to my boss and his wife thru some talking to me and they were open in guiding and talking some sexual facts....
Up until meeting Danielle, my sex life had been pretty pedestrian. It wasn’t that I didn’t land my fair share of girls before her, I had a reasonably active dating and sex life, it was just that it was all so, well, normal. I am a fairly average guy, just shy of 6’ tall and while not particularly muscular, I am reasonably fit. I have brown eyes and brown hair which I keep cut fairly short, and am a decent-looking fellow. As part of a party game one time, my female friends all discussed it,...
Caleb's life settled into a comfortable routine with Susan. She was now bulging in the belly to the point that she could hardly walk, and her mother was spending most of her time at the Circle J supervising the usual household chores. Caleb had the good sense to stay out of the way of the two women and let them run the house the way they wanted to. On the other hand, Hank Smith was doing such a good job as foreman that Caleb figured that, most of the time, he was excess baggage. This left...
It was early Tuesday morning and all I could think about was how badly I wanted it to be 10:30. The anticipation was building, Every single second seemed to take hours to go by and the hands on the clock didn’t even seem to move at all. I was anxious, and a little nervous, too, but I guess that’s normal. She told me I would feel this way. Scared. I didn’t fully understand why until about 10:26, when I looked at the clock nervously and almost wanted to say nevermind and forget about the whole...
I am Chithra good looking 5’2 , 18 years old, degree student I am new to this site, now I am going to tell my first sexual experience .. This is happened at last vacation at my uncle’s house with my cousin Vishnu. At that vacation after our plaus two and we prepare for IIT engineering entrance examination. Vishnu is studious and we both were classmates till 10th after plus two my mother tell me to go to my uncle’s house for one week for study with my cousin. I am did not like to go there for...
IncestTeasing You’ve been missing me lots and you know how horny I’ve been for you all week long, and you’ve been wet so often over the week just thinking about being back in my arms, being kissed and caressed. Your pussy has been aching for my big hard dick and you want me bad. Whether it’s long slow loving, or being pinned down, tossed around and fucked hard and rough, you want it all. Fed up with sitting down in your pyjamas and watching TV every night, you set out for a week of fun to get the...
As I sat back basking in the afterglow of the two fantastic blowjobs Madison had just given me, my phone rang. I looked over and saw my brother’s name on the call display and wondered if it was Emma calling already. “Hello?” “I’m mad at you, Jeff.” Fuck! It was my sister-in-law, Maria. Jesus, what had happened? A million thoughts ... none good ... went through my head in a split second. “Ummmm, wh ... what do you mean?” I stammered on the other end of the phone. My mind was racing to come...
Authors note: Are scat only stories allowed because in addition to my snuff stories I want to add scat ones. I love snuff but my true skill is SCAT fiction. And can you guys tell me how to delete a story I'm new In this world all the stories are connected where snuff is legal but kinda rude or taboo to mention and scat and smell fetishes now dominate the media. The first crush I had on a girl was on Bethany. She was blonde and pretty We all called her Beth because it was easy. She bullied...
The monitor went dark and a few minutes later everyone came into the studio. Apparently the pool was a location they used frequently and it was close to the studio. Amanda was still topless, and unashamed. To be honest most of the people running around didn't spend all that much time looking at her. Some of the men did. And Chuck did. He looked over at me. The prick must have thought all this was funny, because he grinned, showing white teeth in his black face. They got them into the set...
“Cine Dumnezeu m-a pus sa las masina acasa…trenul…futu-i trenu’ vietii sa-i fut”.Ganduri ce-mi treceau prin minte pe masura ce Rapidul inainta ca un melc printre troienele cat casa. E prima zi de Craciun si in loc sa fiu acasa, cu o bautura in mana la caldura, sunt intr-un compartiment nenorocit, intr-un tren pe trei sferturi gol, pe jumatate mort de frig, asteptand un drum de 10 ore( pe vreme frumoasa) care traverseaza tara de-a latul. In primele doua ore de cand am pornit la drum nu s-au...
The Stories of Ted and Celeste TED AND CELESTE. He came into the room, and there she was-sitting in the armchair, dressedin God, what would you call it? It was a silk teddy that started as a tubetop, leaving her shoulders bare, and swelling over her 36DD's, it dropped tojust over her thighs, and of course her legs were crossed, in nylons, and shewas wearing her black heels. You couldn't quite see her "privates" Tor A-but the outlines were quite provocative. Her thick, dark hair spilledover...
Chapter 56 February 2, 1990 – Asbury Park, New Jersey Marty knew Conrad would have put a lot of money on his head and so he left the area and went into hiding in Trenton. But he had also put money out on Gentner, he had given them a number to call – a switchboard answering service that he had hired. A friend of a friend reached out to Tony, told him Gentner had been known to keep a low profile at a rundown duplex in Asbury Park. He even had an address to go with it. Tony called the number and...
The characters are fantasy although I wish the girl was me :) It was going to be great! I was going to a college party with my older sister Kate and I was so excited. I was only 16 and much too young but she asked me to come along so she could get hammered and I could be her ride home. I agreed reluctantly trying to hide my excitement. I was going to a college party! I had pestered my Kate for months. When she asked me, I jumped at the opportunity and didn't question why she...
First let me tell you all about my family. My mom and dad loved each other. Both in my dad’s house and in my mom’s house their parents strongly opposed their love. So they eloped and got married. During that time my dad was working in a private organisation and my mom was a housekeeper. They just led their life happily with sufficient earnings. My mom got pregnant and I was born but the saddest thing is that my mom gave her life to me and passed away.After my mom passed away my dad was very...
Sex is good for your health, then the obvious next question would be, how should you arrange your sex life so as to maximize the health benefits? Is a series of one-night stands as salubrious as a long-term coupling? Could a few bouts of masturbation be as nourishing and wholesome as a single night of conventional intercourse? Not that masturbation is so bad. A 1988 study found that genital self-stimulation increases pain thresholds and produces an analgesic effect in women, and a 2003 study...
Eleven year old Sally Anderson went back to bed with a funny feeling in her belly. Why did watching mummy and daddy swim make her feel like that? Was it the occasional glimpses of their naked bodies as they swam. She wondered how often they swam this early. That night when she went to bed Sally set the alarm on her watch to wake her up at seven in the morning. To her disappointment she slept right through the alarm. It was two mornings later before Sally managed to get up and watch her...
If you have read my profile you will know what this is all about...it is my sexual development from age 17, which is for me when it all began with my first proper boyfriend.We had been going out together for about two months. He had a car and after we had been out in the town to pubs or clubs, he would drive me home. The routes he took were getting longer and as he was older, I knew the direction he wanted to go in. My first feel of his cock was in a lay by on a deserted road outside town. He...
As I sit here typing with no clothes on, the fan feels great cooling me down after my shower. A few minutes ago I was drenched in sweat. I didn't realize that having fun could be so tiring. Or messy! Let me tell you all about it. While making lunch I heard someone at the door. I was fully dressed so I went to answer it. I saw two people I had not seen in months! I had met them on a CL ad for a guy to join them for sex. We had a really great time for about six months but then they decided to...
"Shriek" returned to Mountserrat via cosmic. McCock used the Barge to call upon Blue Hills. That family had moved back into their mansion and had begun the task of increasing agricultural production so as to gainfully utilise the evacuees. Coming down, McCock had seen what appeared to be surveyor parties in several widely separated areas laying out grids. McCock mentioned this to Blue Hills who enlightened him, "The late Queen ordered my brother to accompany the Crown Prince into the...
Denise rode the elevator up to the ninth floor. Getting off and walking up the corridor to the security office, she swiped her card through the door-side reader. “Quit feeling sorry for yourself,” she muttered, as the door opened. “You knew the deal.” Which wasn’t much help, when everyone else in the LaSalle building was up in the Starlight Lounge. This year, held on the sixty-ninth floor, the Christmas party was “the” event of the year. Or at least...
Once in a while I like to spend a weekend in London. Although I already live in a city, I'm not sure I'd want to live somewhere that big. But when I go there, I make the most of it. There's always so much going on, and there's some really nice bits. I LOVE the underground system. Apart from the occasional inevitable problem it just WORKS. It's easy to navigate, it's fairly cheap, and it's pretty quick too. And you sometimes see some really, really hot girls on there too! In rush hour though,...
Linda feeling a little powerful said, "Stop talking and get back to eating me, I want to come one more time before you fuck me." As Linda laid there with her legs pulled back and with Peter doing the one thing he loved doing in life, Linda felt very pleased with herself and the day they both had. If she had not suggested the two of them to go see Dr. Harris, she never would have known exactly what Peter wanted and actually needed from her and their marriage bed. She never would have...
As always, any comments or criticism is welcome. Feel free to email me at JllQU6335@aol.com. This story is dedicated to the creator of the Altered Fates Universe, Jennifer Adams and to the cast and crew of the 60's television series The Fugitive, still perhaps the finest drama series made for television. I also want to thank Steve Zink for his editing and general story help. Author's Note: Thank you to the original creators of the Fugitive TV series. Below is the cast, mostly...
For years I have been fantasising about my own mother. From sexual thoughts in bed to masturbating over pictures of her to masturbating with her panties. My mother is by no means a super model nor is she ugly. She has got 36G breasts and she wears size 14 panties and I know this from looking at her bras and panties. Usually woman with that size of breasts would be rather on the plump or fat side but my mom isn’t. She has a fairly slim tummy and beautiful curvy hips and a gorgeous round ass. To...
Introduction: Hey there. If you like a good story with magic, knights, dragons, mythical creatures and monsters all in the medieval time then this is what this story is gonna revolve around Hey there. Before anything I would like to tell everyone that this is my first ever story. Im not to confident with my self yet but if you enjoyed it than a rating would be nice. Also English is not my mother language. Ive studied English and lived in the USA for a few years. So if I do have any grammatical...
The Government investigation into Dave’s Island created a media frenzy. Newspapers across the state and throughout the country carried stories of Dave and his many wives. Some of the stories were so outrageous and untrue that Dave was persuaded to invite journalists and TV reporters to visit the island as his guest. ‘One at the time,’ Matron urged, ‘so you can entertain them and they can get too know all of us.’ Annabelle agreed. ‘Let’s start with the locals, then work our way up to the...
The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 9 (Sunday - week 2) Mel stretched a bit as she padded her way to the coffee pot to start it brewing. She had slept later than she had in a long time. She thought about Chad next door and decided he could wait. He probably needed more sleep anyway. She had been hard on him all week, something she dared not ease up on now. But letting him get a little extra sleep wouldn't hurt - either of them. Once the coffee was brewing, she went to her desk...
Kendra Cole is a tall, skinny, brunette babe who is ready to get her ass stretched open. All her holes are on the menu in this hot POV scene. She starts by stripping down and spitting all over the cock before getting her face fucked. Then she spreads her long legs and gets both her pretty little holes pounded until she cums. She begs for a hot, white load and she gets all of it all over her slutty little face. This beautiful brunette knows how to suck a cock and how to get into all the...
xmoviesforyouLaura and her husband had been enjoying a bit of a renaissance in their sex life, going out more and trying out new things. It was on one of their date nights that you admitted to Luara that it turned you on when she dressed up a little especially when the other guys checked her out. Laura was a little taken aback at first, taking herself off to the restroom to freshen up. On her return to the bar Laura strayed to the other end of the bar, taking a bar stool and showing off some thigh as she...