Sex With Building Neighbor
- 4 years ago
- 24
- 0
An indeterminate time later, I woke up again. The bed had been lowered again, so I was lying rather than sitting, and the blind was fully shut, suggesting daytime was over. A different nurse was in the room but, since she was wearing the same design of uniform as the previous one, I guessed Mr Kafkasian was paying for her too.
The sippy cup had been removed. “Please may I have some water?” I asked, making the nurse start. My voice felt stronger now.
“Hello Mr Randell, it’s good to see you awake at last,” said the nurse with a smile. By some sleight of hand she produced a sippy cup and filled it with water. I gulped it down.
“Would you like a refill? Can I get you anything else?” she asked.
“Is my mum still here? I’d like some more of her soup.”
“I don’t think she’s left the hospital since you were brought in. I’ll go and ask her.”
The nurse left the room but left the door open. I could hear voices outside.
“The FBI agreed with Dr Maltby that I could talk to my son from the doorway,” I heard my mum insisting. “I know the rules.”
There was a short argument but my mum prevailed and she appeared in the doorway. “Hi Kevin, the nurse said you wanted some more soup.”
“Yes please.”
“It will take a few minutes. It’s in the nurses’ freezer.”
She disappeared, then reappeared a few minutes later with another microwaved dish of soup.
The nurse raised me to a sitting position without being asked. I saw that ‘Angie Galthwaite’ was more my type than Gayle, and yet still I felt nothing.
I wolfed down the soup, enjoying the sensation of fullness in my stomach.
“Thanks Mum, that was just what I needed,” I called out.
“Do you need anything else?” she asked.
“Is Dr Maltby still here? I guess I’d better talk to him.” I figured the sooner I talked to him, the sooner I could find out about Joanna, and even what had happened to me to get the medical staff so pleased that I had woken up
“He went back to his office, but it’s only five minutes away,” said Mum. “He said he was staying late and to call him when you were ready to talk. Should I make the call?”
Unlike last time, I felt wide awake after eating. “Yes please. I’d like to get it over with.”
Dr Maltby arrived a short time later, closing the door behind him.
“Sorry I fell asleep on you last time,” I apologised.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Dr Maltby. “I understand completely. Are you sure you’re ready to talk?”
“I’m fine,” I said. “How is this going to work?”
Dr Maltby got out his laptop. “May I record our conversation on my laptop?”
“Will it be confidential?”
“Yes, since you’ll be protected by client-attorney privilege. I’d like you to be completely frank and honest because the more information you give me, the better I can ascertain what should be passed on to the FBI agents.”
“Should she be in here?” I asked, indicating Angie.
“I’m being paid by Mr Kafkasian to monitor you twenty-four seven,” Angie nurse said. “Patient confidentiality applies but if Mr Kafkasian were to question what I’d overheard, I’d be in a difficult position because I wouldn’t have the same legal protection as Dr Maltby. I can wait outside if you want, or I can read my book with a pair of headphones on so I won’t be able to overhear what you’re saying.”
I was impressed by her honesty. “Okay, you can stay,” I said. “Please could you refill my water first.”
“Of course,” said Angie, looking guilty. “I should have done that anyway.” She refilled my water, donned a pair headphones then went to sit in a corner to read a book.
“The FBI agents who want to interview you are good guys and their interview will not be adversarial because you’re not under suspicion of any crime, but there might be details that are not appropriate for them to know,” explained Dr Maltby. “When you’re ready I’ll start recording then I’d like you to give as complete an account as you can remember of the events leading to your being here in hospital. I’m hoping we’ll be able to edit the recording and play it to the FBI agents as your testimony. They’ll undoubtedly have questions but it will expedite the process and the sooner it’s over the sooner you can see your family and friends. Is that okay?”
“Can I have a copy of the recording?”
“Of course, both the raw footage and any edited copy we share with the FBI.”
“Thanks. Just let me get my thoughts in order.”
“Take your time,” said Dr Maltby. “Let me know when you’re ready to begin, and just say whenever you need a break.”
I realised there was no way I could leave out the witchcraft angle, so I’d have to tell it all or they’d likely notice all sorts of internal inconsistencies and non sequiturs. And the police knew about my spending the night in the hotel with Jo, so I couldn’t fudge that. I realised I was thinking for what seemed like quite a long time, but Dr Maltby didn’t seem fazed. I decided the best starting point was that afternoon in the mall when we saw the witch for the first time.
“Can I ask you something? When you look at me, do you automatically think I’m gay?” I asked.
“What a strange question,” said Dr Maltby, scrutinising me carefully. “I’ve never thought it possible to determine sexuality based solely on appearance and you’re no exception.”
Inwardly I felt relief that one nightmare seemed to be over. Dr Maltby’s reply supported my theory that the spell had died with the witch, if the ancient-looking skeleton in modern women’s clothing wearing a functioning gold wristwatch was actually her. “Okay, I think I’m ready to start,” I said.
“Then I’ll start recording,” said Dr Maltby. “There’s a very good internal microphone but it would help if you spoke slowly and clearly.”
I nodded.
Dr Maltby pressed some keys on his laptop, then said, “Dr Keelan Maltby interview with Kevin Randell at...” Then he said the date and time and the name of a university teaching hospital.
“Wait, I’m not at the city hospital?” I asked, as it dawned on me that I wasn’t even in the same state. I decided not to comment that he’d let slip it was four weeks since my ordeal on the mountain.
“I’m sorry, I assumed someone would have told you. Mr Kafkasian had you flown by private plane to a hospital with one of the top neurological departments in the country. This university teaching hospital is about five hundred miles from your home town.”
“How did my mother get here? Where is she staying?”
“Mr Kafkasian has put one of his planes at your family’s disposal. They came to see you while you were still asleep, and now you’re awake I expect they’ll be back again tomorrow. Because the hospital accepts patients from long distances away, they have a facility to accommodate their visitors. Your mother is staying in a room here, although she spends most of the time sitting outside your room.”
“Are there any more surprises in store for me?” I asked.
“Perhaps,” said Dr Maltby enigmatically. “If you have no more questions, I think it would be best to restart the interview.”
I nodded.
Dr Maltby repeated his preamble then I was off. I gave as full an account of events as I could remember, although I self-edited out certain details. Nobody needed to know about Terri’s incestuous flirting with me, the minutiae of my sexual encounters, Dimitri’s bestiality video, Mrs Crocker watching me and Eugenie kissing, Coach Budd kissing me on the forehead, or Joanna and me having sex when we spent the night in the hotel together. Dr Maltby interrupted to ask for clarifications once or twice, but mostly he was happy to let my narrative flow.
Finally I got to the scene in the Calhouns’ yard and my sense of failure when my strength gave out as my expected source of salvation drove his truck into a barn.
Dr Maltby waited for perhaps half a minute then, realising I had finished, added an end note to the recording before terminating it.
“That’s excellent, Kevin. I think we can give this to the FBI with very few changes,” said Dr Maltby. “I also think I can enlighten you about a couple of details without violating the FBI’s intentions. Mr Calhoun has a satellite phone for just such emergencies. Based on his son’s assessment of Joanna’s condition, he used it to summon an Air Ambulance. And he moved his truck out of the way so the helicopter could land in his yard.”
I suppose I should have been relieved in some way that my despair had been misplaced, but I mostly felt empty. It was history. And I still didn’t know Joanna’s condition.
There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” said Dr Maltby, “we’ve reached a convenient place for a break.”
The first visitor was a member of the hospital catering staff. “I’ve brought the sandwich you ordered, Dr Maltby.” Then she looked at me. “Hello, good to see you’re awake. There’s nothing ordered for you but if you like I can get the chef to rustle up something quick for you, like an omelette.”
“I’d like some more of my mum’s soup if there is any,” I said.
“Coming right up,” said my mum from just outside the door where she’d been hovering.
Hello dear ISS readers, I am fantasy boy and love to read the nice stories posted on this site. Thanks a lot for your response on the posted story and thanks a lot for girls from Chennai, coimbatore, hyderabad and couple from pune for their positive response and for showing interest on me. Here I am posting the story between me and a tamil nadu girl who came across through my story of “Sweet Milk of Bhabi”. She read the story and written to me a mail whether I am real or not but accidentally it...
She awakened slowly, with much confusion. When she was able, she started to look around her, her heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The room was warm & comfortable – thick rug that added sponginess to one’s step. Low light. Fragrant flowers all around. But, she did notice there were no windows. It was so quiet in this room. As she looked around she began to notice other things – a wall that contained handcuffs and some chains. Some sort of machine was directly set up in the middle of the...
After the episode in the woods Angela felt sorry that she had betrayed her husband and she determined that she would not have anything to do with Jonny. She would take her chances with his internet threat. Anyway, she had had no contact from Jonny since that time and it was three weeks since that fateful day. Life went on as normal.Just then Angela's mobile ring tome went to show she had a message. When she checked the text she found a link to a website and a message from Jonny: thought you...
Hi, friends kaise hain ap sab log nd umeed karta hu ki thik hi honge.jessa ki ap jante ho i m rahul nd my sweet sister palvi. ap sabne meri stories jo iss per publish ho chuki hain ko bahut passand kiya or muje mail kiye jinne read kar main or meri didi palvi bahut khush huye or unmain se kuch mere frd bhi bane jessa ki ap sab jante hain ki main or didi ek dusre ko bahut like karte hain or hum sex bhi karte hain hum dono apne is sex se bahut khush hain or chahte hain ki hum sada karte rahain....
Stepping out of the shower, I’m shivering from head to toe. I see this skinny, short kid with bright blue eyes, messy raven black hair only on his head and not a lick anywhere else staring back at me in the mirror. It’s easy to see how some people can confuse me with a girl when I don’t have an ounce of muscle on me. My legs are slender and smooth. My butt is plush and soft. How am I ever going to get anyone to take me seriously when I look this? Life just isn’t fair. That’s besides the fact...
February/March 1981, Milford, Ohio On Monday, Josh Richards found me before school. “Steve, do you think you can teach me some Swedish and give me some pointers about Sweden before I leave?” “Sure Josh! We can certainly do that. I have the books they used in my Swedish for Immigrants class. We can work through those during the second half of lunch after we finish eating. As for pointers, well, the most important thing I can tell you is to be a nice guy. It will pay big dividends with the...
Ryan is a no nonsense, no filter babe with energy that fills up the dang whole room and then some. She doesn’t get nervous, she knows exactly what she wants – and today she wants to be topped hard. When Ryan’s scene partner cancels last minute, Alex Mack is her surprise replacement. They’ve never met, so she doesn’t know what to expect and he has no idea what he’s about to walk in to so it could go either way… Naturally, the magic of the Bellesa House...
xmoviesforyou“Pat’s Plumbing, how can I help you?” I answered the phone trying to hide the boredom. Things had been slow for a little while and I really didn’t want to be at work today. I listened to the female on the other end talking about her toilet but I couldn’t help thinking she had a very sultry voice. “I can be there at 1pm today Mrs. Green.” I told her happily. I was excited to see the woman behind the voice. “That will work perfectly, my son will be home to let you in. Just do what you need to do...
So while he was turned away I attached my strapon to myself with a medium sized dildo(there was no one around as it was a wooded area).and then I told him to turn around.............Well you should have seen his face when he saw me stood there with my black dildo attached to myself...'what the fuck' he said.............'yea what the fuck' I said............'thought you wanted to be a real man,never mind pity,I'll go to the Rugby Club where there are real men who can take this'.and I pretended...
I savour the routine, peeling the clear plastic off the carton, flipping the lid and removing the foil, selecting a cigarette from the pack, lighting it, tasting the tobacco, breathing in the smoke. That feeling of inhalation is orgasmic. It brings back happy memories of my youth, a time when I was young, free and single. Sarah made me quit, said it was a filthy habit, and she wanted me to be healthy so that we could enjoy a long life together, a long, happy life of nagging and dull jobs and...
This happened to me when I was 18 years old. I did not have a boy friend during this time. I had an attractive figure. My boobs were well grown and had a nice round ass. I wear short pants at home and wear short skirts or tight jeans when I go out which reveals my body and prefer to see the gready looks of the guys, and especially the matured men. But my parent does not allow me to were short skirts which are more than 3 inches above my knees, when I go out. This is mainly to avoid myself being...
Incest18 Months, 567 Days Since Jenny's Disappearance FITZROVIA I am back in London, at a meeting with the Consulting Engineers working with us, on the Cambodian Project. The meeting is to review "strategic opportunities and future development". I don't have high hopes for it. Their offices occupy one of the gracious Georgian terraced buildings which form the sides of Fitzroy Square and the conference room looks into the Square across the gardens, towards what used to be called The Post...
I don’t know why but I was a bit nervous as I got off the bus and walked up the street to Mrs Robert’s house. I was sweating in the heat and realised I was a little bit early but decided to go along anyway.As I approached the house which was in a leafy street in one of the better parts of town I noticed Mrs Roberts pottering around in her well kept front garden, she hadn’t noticed me standing by the front gate as she had her back to me so I stood quietly soaking up the atmosphere.From what I...
Hi, it's Stéphanie. I'll tell you what happened to me at the cinema.As always, when the room is overflowing with places, the nuisances come to cling to us. I tell myself it is certainly because of my clothes. Particularly sexy, I had spoiled my man in my clothes, a very short skirt, a light black top placed on my free breasts, shoes with heels. The look of men is never insensitive when I value myself like that. The movie is boring, Eric sexy by my side, it didn't take long to get interested in...
"Nice to see you too, Alice." Nadine giggled. "We need to talk." "Of course we do, but I want to have lunch with Katherine and afterwards there are bound to be some interesting papers presented by the Imperial Science Academy." "But we can have our talk right now and you can still go to your meetings." "And then you can disappear." Nadine shook her head. "No, you're right, we do need to talk but we can do it over dinner. We'll share a bottle of wine and put some good food in...
The story of how this all started, and ended.The true story of how I became a "pornstar" thanks to my pervert of a roommate. So how does one go from being a VERY lucky bartender, banging lots of customers and co-workers, to a maker of many many personal porn movies?Well, in my case, it’s simple. My roommate. I'll call him Larry, because I'm sure if he's still alive, he will eventually find me on this site. Larry was the perfect roommate for a guy like me, he was my opposite. If I was...
I am Rohan from Mumbai and this is true story. It is from the old times when I was studying in the college. I was in the college in Science stream and was always busy in studies from morning till evening doing practical’s in the college Laboratories. During those days one Senior Lady teacher of Science came on transfer from Kota to our city in the north of Mumbai. Since my mother was principle in girls college and so she came here on transfer and stayed few days in girls hostel and then shifted...
You know everything science fiction says about the rules of time travel? You can’t be two places at the same time. You have to avoid contact with yourself in the past. Anything you do in the past could change the future. You can go ‘back to the future’. From my experience, I’d say they’re all bunk. I don’t believe you can go back and change history. What’s done is done. You’re a kind of observer. It’s the things that aren’t history that you can affect. Think about what Kyle was doing. Or...
Angel squirmed a bit as she watched Giselle’s fingers tease her breasts. She was trying to be professional and do her job here, but this woman was seducing her. Angel wasn’t sure what was going on, she just knew that she was becoming very, very aroused and was loosing control of herself. Giselle continued to play with the ribbon over Angel’s breasts. She let her fingers spread out fully as she placed her hand over a ripe breast and squeezed it gently. Angel’s head bobbed back as another moan...
Chapter Three: Futa's First Wild Cheer By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 My wife was such a distraction as I tried to focus on telling my story. She stood just offstage, the young, pregnant beauty grinning at me as she swiped up my futa-cum leaking down her thighs from beneath her skirt. During the last commercial break—before I started talking about being a cheerleader to the studio audience,and the world watching the show streamed over the internet—she fucked me to help...
WEIRD SCIENCE By Eric Chapter 1: A Fateful Decision Beautiful, fiery Sarah Langley was pissed. No, that wasn't right. To say that she was pissed was like saying that Niagara Falls was a leak! That ignorant Asshole Professor Dr. Charles (do NOT call him Charlie!) Martin was going to flunk her and she hadn't the money for another semester. The Asshole wouldn't even let her demonstrate her invention. And he called himself a scientist! Her hairdresser was more a scientist than Prof...
I couldn’t believe that my s*******n year old sister Debra was giving a guy a blowjob. Not just one guy but six guys. Yes, last night my little sister Debra gave six guys blowjobs and I was watching it on DVD thanks to one of my friends. He swore that it was the original and that he hadn’t made any copies of it. He suggested that I blackmail her good with it. He was with her when she was giving the blowjobs in one of the guy’s garages. He had also gotten one before he started recording her....
Many of the villages around the forest were too small to have their own library, so the District Council employed Spike to drive a mobile library, visiting each pub car park on an appointed day. Spike loved her job - reading stories to the pre-school ch1ldren, whilst their Mum's could have a well-deserved chat and cup of coffee or something stronger in the pub. The mobile library had a normal seating area, and then a soft play area behind a curtain - made from deep mattresses on the floor and...
Hey, guys, my name is Vayu and I’m currently working as an investment banker at a leading bank. I’ve been following indian sex stories dot net for quite some time and I wish to contribute now. Firstly, I’m around 5’10 and athletically built. Let me today tell you my first encounter which I had with one of my seniors at the school.(18 at the time ) I was sent to one of the best schools in Visakhapatnam / Vizag. As I got promoted to the 11th grade I met one of my seniors from the 12th grade for...
The pair kissed and hugged, Alice’s generous bare breasts mushing against Dave’s manly chest and making him most aware of the sharp nubbins burrowing into his skin. She was aroused; so was he. He pulled her over on top of him, and Alice fondled his meat until the tip was rubbing against her navel. She rose up on one knee and sank down onto his shaft, totally enveloping him in a feeling of ecstasy for the two of them. “Oh, God. You are so satisfying – so fucking satisfying.” Dave chucked,...
Who doesn’t love teens at Team Skeet? They’re fresh, ripe, and just figuring out all the amazing things they can do with those perfect bodies. I’m particularly fond of the kinky girls, the ones with daddy issues or burgeoning cases of nymphomania. You know, the kind of girls who make the best porn sluts. There are a lot of places you can watch these nubile young things get nasty, and TeamSkeet.com is one of the better ones.I know what some of you are already thinking. Yeah, Team Skeet is a...
Top Premium Porn SitesI couldn't tell when it had happened, but sometime in the past, this vacation spot had gone fully commercial. There was a ticket booth, now virtually demolished by vandals, and a turnstile in front of a large door. The door was still in place, but the lock had long since been broken off. Well, that just made it easier for us. We pushed the heavy steel door open and looked inside. This had once been a waiting area for the guided tours. The furniture was all destroyed, but one could see that...
Thanks goes out to my friend 'Techsan' for editing this story. Chapter 1 I looked in the study and there sat my wife of three years typing away. All her attention focused on her thoughts and transferred to the computer screen. You see, she was a writer. She wanted to become an author some day. Right now she was totally focused on writing short stories. We met a little over four years ago. I was in my forties and she was twenty at the time. I decided to go back to college at night and get...
"He's pretty into you," he said. "But what about his wife? Won't she find out?" I asked Andy. "She'd have no idea unless he told her himself. Which I doubt he ever would," Andy said. "Alright, what should I do?" "Go inside in about five minutes. I'll be in there with Vicky. We'll take a few shots and we'll go from there." I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I had known Andy almost all my life but I had only met Vicky about two weeks ago and at nineteen, I had just gotten out of a...
First TimeHi everyone, this is Vedasree again. Thank you all for your response for my first story “My first sex with boyfriend”. Really I got an excellent feedback from hundreds of readers. Those who didn’t read my first story, please read it and rate it. Now, I’ll continue with the next part. After having a wonderful session, we both rested in the same position. His cock is still there in my love hole itself. The whole incident is running in my mind and I felt shy for what I had done. Till then, I...
After lying on the bed for some time enjoying the wonderful ass I had just had she went to refill our drinks. The rum and coke had been flowing at this point and she felt that I was ready for her. As I was lying on the bed I noticed her get on her knees next to and to my surprise her hard cock was now 3 inches from my mouth. She didn't say a word, she just began to tease my lips with it. Having not had a cock in my mouth before, I was unsure what to do although heated in the moment I gave...
13 Inches Of Alpha Muslim Lightskinnend Bronx Arab Jewish Moroccan MalesPower ( A True )My name is Moroccan PrettyBoy Monster BMC RULES. Friends call me MOROCCANBULLXXXL 26CM... I'm a six-foot-three, good-looking young moroccan man living in the city of amsterdam. I attend amsterdam south east MetroCollege ( also known as BMC black and white bitches college ) on a student-athlete scholarship for football. It's a lot less fun than it sounds. To the casual observer, Amsterdam Metro College seems...
Once I was go with my cousin to a forest trip, after a day we lost the way to move ahead, we tried to call but our mobiles were zero signals.We kept moving on a way and we reached deep in forest, sudden we saw smoke and moved ahead, this was tribal colony, all persons were naked there, they saw us and covered us with armed hands.Ohh! Fuck, we caught by them.They snatched our baggage and removed our clothes, we both were tied face to face, my cousin saw my perky boobs and tight shaven pussy and...
“Bitch is about like tits on a bull. Fuckin’ worthless.” The redneck’s slurred voice carried to Jasmine as she poured his next beer. Fuckers. She swirled the glass in her hand, foam circling the edges of the dark liquid. Daring her. Smiling, she swished her tongue in her mouth, gathering a thick dollop of saliva, and spat in the drink. She swirled it once more, letting it cling to the foam, and walked back to the counter. Thunked it down in front of him. “Four bucks, Murray.” Jasmine...
LesbianIndian girl fucks her horny sir after exams Im 19 and it was the last day of my exams, we were supposed to go to different colleges to attend these exams and our invigilator would be different everyday. Since it was the last day, i thought I'd dress up a litter better. The top i wore was kinda deep and my boobs had grown out during quarantine but it was such a perfect blue.Minvigilator was an old sir, maybe about 55. I had a really nice wet dream last night and i have a huge thing for older...
IndianNote: This is a work of Fiction! Although the areas this story takes place in are real, all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL. 107. Strangers in Paradise When Dycke was told about Harold and Callie’s situation, he put his fleet of aircraft into action. Payne’s aircraft would have solved their problems, but it had been sent east as part...
I was lying there in bed, naked with the covers pulled down. Being a healthy eighteen year old boy, I was masturbating to the thought of a naked woman. I was a virgin, had never really had a girlfriend, so I had to fantasize about sex instead of actually experiencing it. However, my fantasies were taking an odd turn. Well, maybe not so odd after all, after I did some reading on the subject. For a few months now, I had been thinking of my mother when I masturbated. I read that it was normal for...
IncestThe B. Corporation By Alec Stevens 1. Disappearances Seth Dart, Detroit policeman was irate. The case he was working on had only one common factor and no leads whatsoever. It had started with a missing person case--one Chris Nalk. Since then, seven other men had disappeared. Each missing man had been having marital problems with their wives and had disappeared without notice. Police had questioned just about everyone in town and discovered nothing. Each man had appeared at...
May 12th, 2019 Hello Everyone, Here in the states it is Mother’s Day. So Happy Mother’s Day to all of our mothers out there. Going with the day, I decided to talk about my mother. I’ve said some harsh things about her here from time to time. I’ve also stated that the last fifteen years or so of her life we were able to build a good relationship with each other. It wasn’t until my early twenties that I began to understand that my mom made what she thought was the best decisions she could....
My wife and I are in our late 30s. I'm black and have a stocky athletic build. I stand a little over 6'0" tall. My wife Maria is Hispanic, very petite and stands 5'2". She is fairly light skinned and has long jet black hair. We have been in an open relationship for almost a year now. We'd been married for over 10 years when we decided to live out our sexual fantasies. Our sex life was good, but lately had been getting a little monotonous, so why not live out our fantasies? Maria fantasy was to...
Wife LoversCOUPLES (A Gay and Lesbian Tale)« I hope I won’t wake you, I may come in late”, said Margo as she walked into the living room.“No problem. Come in when you want to. Just remember to lock the door”, answered Tom without looking up from his newspaper. They both had separate rooms anyway.“It’s girls’ night out and …”, started Margo, then stopped as she saw that her husband had no interest in what she was doing or where she was going. “Harry might come over later to look at the lawn mower I’m...
My wife's interest in sex had long since waned. Blame our many kids she's tending to or my own overactive libido; the result was the same: morning shower masturbation. Let's face it, that particular activity only goes so far and it wasn't long before I took to the internet to find oral gratification. Unfortunately, my ads only had men reply. Thank you very much, but I'm very comfortable in my manhood and wasn't interested in having a guy suck me. But after a couple of months, I had to...
Gay MaleReconnecting with old school mates can be a challenge, especially ones you have not seen in over 45 years, as I some what described in part 1. Lets get back to the reunion(of sorts) from when I delivered a package to Jeff. So there I am, sitting at the dining room table with this gorgeous 60 year old former cheerleader sprawled out on the table with her legs on my shoulders. I look to my right and there is my old friend Jeff, grinning like an opossum and pointing to my left, he said" Meet Tom,...
I have it on email – Miss Danica said – ‘ I can just imagine what It must be like to actuall take the pictures your self, and totally appreciate that it would probably make you 'cum in you pants' so it really wouldnt embarrase me at all had that of happend. (well maybe next time, we will do the topless pictures,, and you will undo your mac,, and if what happens happens, well all I can say is that maybe dreams do come true.....’That was May 2012, a couple of weeks after my last Worship Session...
Lately I have been having strange feelings for my twin sister. Her name is Yuzu. We are both 11 years old. It scares me, cause everytime I look at her my heart skips a beat. I get these strange feelings between my legs. I don't understand it. It gets worse! Every night I go to sleep, I have dreams about her. We are naked and doing naughty stuff! I wake up feeling hot and my panties are wet and sticky. I can't even look at her in the face anymore without blushing. I woke up this...
Why the hell is Quinn Wylde acting so flirty with her boyfriend’s buddy, Johnny? He’s over helping to put the finishing touches on her guy’s man cave that Johnny has helped to build, and he knows something up when Quinn starts leering at him, flaunting her diamond-pointed nipples and big round ass popping out of her skirt. And when he asks her about it, Quinn confesses that she knows her man got to fuck Johnny’s wife back in their wild college days, and now she feels left out. Johnny laughs it...
xmoviesforyouPaul was packing the last of his clothes, and things into his truck. Debbie was to be home shortly, on the table was signed divorce papers, all she needed to do was sign them, and she would have everything, the bank accounts, her car, and his beloved pond property. Paul wondered how his life come to this, just nine months ago he was kneeling in front of her proposing in church. One last thing leaving the portable DVD player with the papers with the post it note saying press play. Debbie and...
Her breath came in gasps and shuddering sighs, as her breast rose and fell with every quivering sensation. The young girl’s arms and legs were held each by a beautiful woman, completely naked except for the velvety purple shrouds that draped over their lithe figures. Those who held her hands, caressed them against their bodies, allowing the eager finger’s of the prostrate girl to explore freely while, the lower arm was held fast with both hands. Her legs were restrained from the thigh and both...
I wake up to the sound of water dripping on concrete . My head is so groggy , and as I open my eyes everything is still fuzzy and out of focus . At first I can barely make out the windows as the light shines through them . I close them again to try and give them time to adjust . The dripping of the water is so loud , each drop sounds as if it is crashing to the ground . I try to focus on my breathing to clear my head . When I try to move , I realize I am bound and I become dizzy as I can not...
BDSMThe smoothness of the panties felt rather pleasurable around my privates as I drove toward her place. She is a switch who complimented me on one of my stories. We conversed on the Internet, and I admitted that I was also a switch. I told her of my experiences both Dominant and as a submissive. The more the conversation progressed the more my old submissive feelings arose. She evidently sensed that as well. I told her that I’d be willing to be her slave. She consented, but she giggled and said...
FetishMolly was sitting in the fourth row and trying to act interested while Professor Dixon droned on about the rules of search and seizure! He was just starting to explain how the fourth amendment came into play, when out of the blue, the door to the lecture hall burst open, and a man raced over to the professor, screamed something at him, and then pulled out a gun, aimed it at Professor Dixon, fired it, and then just as quickly as he had appeared, tore out of the room and was gone!!! There was...
LesbianThanksgiving dinner had been a triumph, and part of that success was due to Magda and Lori’s presentation on silver trays. It never ceased to surprise, and please, Margo that so many issues in the family, and House, were eased by laughter. Growing up, she hadn’t laughed much at home, and had viewed school far too seriously to get many chuckles from it. College had been different, and her flirtation with drugs had given her plenty of helpless laughter, but there had still been far too much...
The professor wanted to see the fish market and meet some fishermen, so Tom got permission from his boss – his wife - to escort her there and make the introductions. The market was simply an area next to the harbour, with a few stalls erected to protect the catches from the sunshine – on the days when it was sunny. Otherwise it was to shelter the fish from the drying winds from onshore. Tom explained that you had to time your visit correctly. If you arrived just as the fisherman came...
He arrived back one morning when I was still in bed. He came into the bedroom, stripped, flung the bedclothes off the bed, turned me over and started fucking me in the arse. "What are you?" "I'm an ass fucking slut." I sobbed. He came and rolled off me. "Clean my cock slut." I went down and took his shit stained smelling cock in my mouth and sucked it clean. When I finished, he showered, dressed and left without saying another word. That afternoon the phone rang. It was Beth....
Dear readers, Thank you so much for your constant encouragement and feedback. I love reading your comments and emails and I appreciate them all! I apologize that Chapter 4 took so long to be published, but I do hope you enjoy the conclusion of Kelsey and Nathan’s story. Please vote, comment, email…anything that you think will help me improve as a writer! xoxo, Bethanie ‘Fuck! Oh fuck…come with me! Come with me, Kelsey!’ Nathan gripped her hips tightly from behind as Kelsey buried her...
Matt was having the most delightful of dreams. Kathy was naked and smiling in delight as Matt mounted and entered her. They rolled coupled to each other in laughter and love, the sexuality so intense Matt could feel his orgasm building. His desire to orgasm became so overwhelming that it began to drive Matt from his sleep. He awoke lying on his back, opening his eyes to the beautiful sight of Kathy's labia right before him. Kathy had reverse mounted him in his sleep, and Matt could feel his...
Another story in the arc of a young man in the late 1960's involved with his middle-aged widowed Aunt, a twin to his Mom. When I stepped into her house through the back door , I was told to go sit in the platform rocker in the living room. I complied and soon Auntie “T” walked out wearing a very short nightgown, sheer almost translucent panties and heels. “I don't have any sexy clothes to show off in for you , so this will have to do,” she said. “Oh, you know you don't need to dress sexy, I...