12th Class Ka Sex Desire
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I had been working my grain trading program for a month and a half when I ran into my first real problem. I had been selling into a rising oats market, and had somehow foolishly oversold the entire production capacity of all our oats producing farms. I needed to cover some three thousand contracts that I had sold, and I had less than two thousand contracts of farm production available to me. I couldn't really take the farm production either, because our companies used that to produce some of our product line,
I should have taken this problem to my Dad as soon as it became apparent to me, but, I had been doing so well prior to this. He'd been very skeptical early on, when I'd first tried to explain my program to him, so I had hesitated, hoping the market would correct itself, and I could cover enough to escape taking a horrendous loss.
I was investing in contracts for July delivery, and had sold fifteen million bushels of oats. If I started covering right away, I would sustain a loss of about four and a half cents a bushel. In all, my loss would come to a little more than sixty-five thousand dollars.
At dinner, after I had finally worked up the courage to say something, I confessed everything to Dad, right there at the dinner table. I fully expected him to be livid with me, because I had deviated from the strategy and the contract size limits we had agreed upon even before I started my trading program. He laughed out loud at me instead.
"Thomas, I see no humor in what Kenny is telling us. A loss of sixty-five thousand dollars is a serious matter." Mama was reacting just like I thought she would. I wondered what there was that my father found to laugh at. I didn't have long to wait.
"He who sells what isn't hisson, is gonna wind up serving time in prison. I don't remember the exact wording, but it comes from an old saying from before the turn of the century, Kenny. Every new trader finds himself biting off more than he ever planned on chewing. I've been expecting this would happen to you sooner or later. Three thousand contracts of oats, that's a lot of oats. Do you have any idea about why the price has been moving up like it has been?"
"No. That's the thing. It's been pretty dry in the areas where they grow oats, and that's pretty much all over, but I checked with our farms, and they still expect good harvests. There's no real reason why the price should be moving up."
"Cereals, Kenny. Kellogg is rolling out and test marketing five or six new flavored oat cereals, and they are doing heavy advertising and coupon promotions to get people to try them. The market is anticipating this will create a heavy demand for oats."
"Should I cover then, and just take my loss?"
"There's still a lot of time left on your contracts. You can hold tight and see how the new cereals sell. If they bomb, the run up can unwind just as quickly. I doubt if prices will move up very much more than they already have, no more than a penny or two more per bushel."
"It costs me fifteen thousand, each penny it moves up."
"That's the problem with being wrong when you're out there speculating. You got too greedy, and now you have to either take your loss, or risk an even greater one."
"I never liked oat cereals, not with fruit, and not plain. What flavors are they offering?" Mama seemed interested in discussing cereals when I was trying to decide whether to sell, and cut my losses, or hold, and risk losing even more money.
"Blueberry and strawberry for sure, and I think they have one that combines several different fruit flavors. Honey, and a caramel like concoction I heard. The honey flavored oats have been tried before, by Post, and a few other major regional brands. Their advertising is being geared strictly for the children's market. Flavored oats have never been too popular, and they've been tried in the past."
"I wouldn't try them. Oats aren't my favorite anyway." Mama made a face when she told us that. "Kenny, you should sell another three thousand contracts of the July oats, and another three thousand of the September. If you need more money for it, come see me."
"Bertie, you shouldn't encourage him to speculate. However, I tend to agree with what you said about oat cereals in general, other than oatmeal of course, and with what you propose that Kenny do. Senior was a real wizard when it came to predicting the grain markets. I'm sure he would have counseled Kenny towards taking a bold approach as well. Kenny, I would set a mental stop loss limit if I were you. Pick a figure high enough to give you plenty of margin for the market to continue going against you, but not so high that losing that amount of money would seriously undermine your spirits. Perhaps a nice round million?"
A million dollars. I was already sick from thinking about what I could have done with the sixty-five thousand dollars I'd already lost. The idea of possibly losing another nine hundred plus thousand was more than I thought I could stand.
"I think I should just do what you suggested first, hold on to my current position, and hope oats come back down some before the contract settles."
"It's your choice to make, Kenny. Thomas, I want you to sell ten thousand contracts of July and September oats for me. Ten thousand of each. Kenny, when you have a feeling about where prices should be heading in grains, you need to go with it. I'm not talking about risking ruin, but, you'll find there is profit and satisfaction in taking a position you feel comfortable with. Your father has told you the reason for oats sudden rise. Speculators are betting on an eventuality that almost certainly isn't going to occur, at least not in the next eight months to a year. When the immediate demand for oats fails to materialize, the spot price will reflect that fact. You will be able to cover in the spot market, and lord knows we have the grain storage capacity to hold for later delivery. Right Thomas?"
My parents were both smiling in agreement with each other. They had years of experience in watching grain prices. I knew that Mama must have felt pretty confident if she was prepared to commit the kind of money that twenty thousand oat contracts would mean. When Dad didn't even bat an eye, or make any attempt to talk her out of making the trade, I decided that their conviction was good enough for me too.
"I'm going to change my mind now, Mama. I think I'll do what you suggested before. I feel a little better about things now, Thank you."
"You're welcome, dear. My father used to love to discuss his market triumphs at the dinner table. He had so many of them too. His losses were a different case altogether, and he never spoke of those. In fact, I believe tonight is the first time a family member ever brought up having to face the prospect of taking a loss in the market. That was very brave of you, sweetheart. Don't you agree, Thomas?"
"An exaggeration about no one ever mentioning taking a market loss, but, yes, I do have to agree that it was a brave thing. I hope it turns out that it was also a wise thing, for Kenny to bring that subject up for discussion with us."
We spent the remainder of time at dinner discussing the impact of rumors on market movements. Dad told me that a number of big grain companies were selling oats into the Kellogg flavored oats generated run up. He said that when these people were on the same side of a position as you were, you needn't feel as worried about whether you were on the right side.
The next morning, I placed my orders with our brokerage company, and transferred a lot more money into my trading account. Dad had to go in and sign some papers, because the account was exceeding the position limits set for regular speculation accounts.
Less than a week later, I was able to cover on all of the May contracts because oats on the cash markets had already dropped back down more than six cents a bushel. Kellogg had withdrawn their test marketing roll out, without any explanation, other than saying they wanted to do more product testing. I closed out the July and September contracts as well, having earned a substantial profit with each.
I used part of this windfall to replace all the money I'd previously made use of out of the trusts that Uncle Bunny had created for me. I used even more of the proceeds to make a large donation to our group homes corporation. I wanted it to be independently liquid after I left for college. We added Joyce's name to the list of people authorized to write checks on the corporate account.
I had learned another good lesson after my lucky escape from my oats trade. I was very careful, after that one big scare, to confine all my trades to well inside the trading limits I'd originally set for myself.
Mama took all of her trading profits, which were far greater than mine had been, and she had Frank Clooney set up a charitable trust, just for the benefit of the girl's extension. She made Joyce the sole trustee of it, telling her she wanted her to get used to handling larger sums of money.
I called Emily on the first Tuesday afternoon after our Saturday night get together at the dance. We spent over an hour talking on the phone. I had started out by inviting her to come with me to Uncle Bunny's, but, when she said she'd rather not, I didn't press her about it further.
Mostly, we spoke about her father, and about how excited he was becoming over the way his book was progressing. She told me he'd be coming home sometime in the following week.
"He got upset with all of us when my mom told him about borrowing more money from you. She told him that we had broken up too. He said we needed to return that ten thousand to you."
"I don't need the money, Em. She probably shouldn't have mentioned it to him, at least not until after he had finished doing his research and had already come back home."
"He's almost finished already he said. He'll be done completely before he leaves. He asked mom some questions about money, and that was when she decided to tell him. We can't give it back anyway, because she already spent a lot of it."
"I've got more if you need it, Em."
"I knew you'd say that. I told my mother that you'd offer to give us more. She said we can't take anymore from you. My dad told her she couldn't. He says I need to give the car back too."
"Tell him you tried to, but I told you I didn't want it, and you could either keep it, or throw it away."
"He's going to be mad at all of us if I tell him that."
"Em, I don't want that car. I gave it to you so you could get back and forth to school easier. I have another, newer, one already. I didn't give it to your father, I gave it to you. Since it's yours, you can either keep it or sell it."
"It doesn't seem right for me to keep it, Kenny. He's right about that. Before, when we were together, it seemed all right for me to take it, but we're not together anymore."
"Emily, we can take this all the way out to a place where nothing makes any sense. The car was something I didn't need any more, and I knew a very good friend of mine would like it, and that she had a good use for it. I like to think you're still my very good friend. Just because some things changed, that doesn't mean everything changes. We are still friends, right?"
"Will you talk to my mom and explain that to her?"
"Sure. You want to go get her now, or should I call her back later?"
"Now, here she is." There was a fumbling with the telephone and then Kitty came on the line.
"Ken?"
"Hello, Kitty. Em was just telling me the good news that Mr. Carstairs will soon be home again. I'll bet that pleases you."
"Yes, we're all excited Jerry's coming back sooner than we expected. He's finishing early, because he didn't need to do as much research as he originally thought he'd need."
"Em told me that he wanted her to give that old Caddy back to me. I told her I wouldn't take it. She can keep it, sell it, give it away, or leave it abandoned along the side of the road. I'm not taking it back. I didn't give it to her because we were lovers. It was because I didn't need a second car, and a friend of mine could use one. She's still a friend of mine, and I'd still like her to have it."
"Jerry says she has to return it."
"I'm counting on you to think of a way to change his mind about that. It isn't his car, it's Emily's. Just because he and I don't get along well, he doesn't need to take it out on Emily."
"He said I have to return that other money you loaned me too. I heard Emily tell you we spent part of it, but I still have almost eight thousand dollars to give back to you."
"Kitty, you need to tell your husband to quit trying to make some kind of statement to me by harming either himself or his family. Tell him I already know he doesn't like me, and he isn't going to accomplish anything worthwhile by making everyone worry about money before his book starts selling."
"He already gave me very specific instructions to give it back to you. If I don't do what he tells me to, he'll be angry."
"Suppose you give the money back, then what happens?"
"Then Jerry will have to get more money from somewhere else. Maybe he'll ask his family for a loan."
"Tell him to do that first. Tell him you'll return the money to me as soon as he borrows some money from his own family."
"I couldn't tell him that."
"Put Emily on the phone please, Kitty."
"Hello?"
"Your mother isn't going to be any help. Drive over to Frank Clooney's office right after school lets out tomorrow. I'm putting you on the pay roll for Kansas Communities for Children. You'll need to fill out some papers, and sign some forms. I'm going to pay you two thousand dollars a month, starting five months ago. Your car is going to become the property of KCC, and you'll be reimbursed for the money you've spent on gas, and your insurance costs. If your father objects to you having a job, and makes you quit, we'll try something different, but I expect you to try to stand up to him."
"Kenny, I don't want to take money for working with those kids."
"You aren't. I'll just put the money for it in the corporation. This is just so we can do what needs doing without having your father steamroller your mom into giving everything back. He isn't going to be able to intimidate you, is he?"
"He's my father, Kenny. I can't go against him."
"Going for what's right isn't the same as going against him. He really isn't in any position to be able to afford making such foolish gestures."
"Does Joyce get paid for the work she does for the group homes?"
"Not directly, but Joyce is well paid already, and if she needs or wants anything else, all of us would make sure she got it."
"I don't want to take money for working with the orphans."
"Okay. What would you take money for?"
"I think I could let you loan me the money. I wouldn't have any problem with doing that, not if you promise to let me pay it back when my father's new book sells. He might get mad that I did it, but he wouldn't get as mad at me as he would at my mom. It might take a year before my dad's book is printed and starts selling. Can you loan me that much? Mom says we spend five thousand dollars every month, including everything."
"Put your mom back on."
Hello?"
"Kitty, I'm taking the eight thousand back from you, so you can tell your husband you did what he told you to do. I'm loaning the money to Emily instead. She can stand up to him better than you do. She'll have her own checkbook, so you give the bills to her, and let her pay them. If you need cash, you can borrow it from her."
"This is the same as what he didn't want before. The money is still going to be coming from the same place."
"You're right. The difference is, Emily is willing to stand up to him, for her family's sake. He's going to pay me back, he just hates that the money comes from me. Tell him if he hates it bad enough, I'll stop loaning money to Emily when he gets enough to pay all the expenses from somewhere else."
"Emily won't disobey him either."
"We'll see if you're right or not. I think she will."
"She never has before."
"Give her the money you're paying back to me. You can borrow it back from her until we get her a checking account of her own."
"He's still going to be angry with me."
"Kitty, he's angry with himself about getting into this mess in the first place. Offer him some other choices, or ask him to come up with a better way to keep things going until his book starts selling. If he really is as excited about the new book as Emily says, he won't have too many doubts about being able to pay everything back."
"You're forcing me to choose, Ken."
"I'm only trying to keep all of you from losing what you have. My way is practical. His way could cost you everything you've built up. Why take a chance on that?"
"I know you mean well, and I really appreciate the help you've given us, but I have to follow what Jerry tells me. I promised him."
When Emily got back on the line, she told me she couldn't do what I'd asked of her either. She said she needed to let her parents decide what was best. I knew how afraid she was about losing the house and everything. Her decision surprised me. It wasn't like her to back down and let someone else decide things like that.
The next day, I found a check in an envelope in the mailbox. It was drawn on the Carstairs personal checking account, made out to me, for seventy five hundred dollars. I took her check and put it in the top drawer of my nightstand. I figured I just wouldn't cash it. That way, if she started writing checks, the money would be in the account still to cover them.
On Saturday morning, three days before my high school graduation, Emily called me, wanting me to come pick her up so we could talk. I drove right over and picked her up. I thought she might have meant she wanted to go over to Uncle Bunny's, but she really did want to talk to me, so we went over to the country club and got ourselves a table.
"Did you get my mom's check?"
"Yes. She left it in my mailbox."
"I brought it over."
"Well, I got it."
"My father's coming home on Tuesday."
"I'm graduating at three o'clock on Tuesday."
"He said he wants to talk to you."
"Really?"
"He was talking to my mother, and she was crying. After, Gary and I talked to him, and that's when he told me to ask you to come see him."
"I can come over after we get back from the graduation ceremony. It might be after seven, because I think Mama has a big celebration dinner planned or something. Tell him I'll be over sometime in the evening."
We had a Coke, but neither of us ordered any food. We talked about little things. She told me about how Gary was mad at her because her breaking up with me meant he wasn't going to be able to take a trip to Minnesota to see Lisa Johnson, the girl he'd met while we were staying at the Disneyland Hotel.
"Maybe I'll fly him out there so I can see that box elder bug thing he was telling us about."
"He found out that comes in September. He wanted to take a trip before then, like in June, right after Lisa gets home from Maryland. They've been writing each other everyday. He left one of her letters in the living room once, and I happened to glance at it. From what she writes in her letters, I think I can guess why Gary wants to see her again so much. I think it's cute that he has his first real crush on a girl."
"You shouldn't read his personal mail. What did she write?"
"She wrote about things she'd like to try if he was there. I'd tell you the specifics, but I know you wouldn't want to pry."
"Sex things?"
"Oh yeah. Blow jobs, fucking. I've heard about those farm girls. My mother was raised on a farm, but she says she never behaved like all those farmer's daughters in the jokes you boys like to tell."
"I bet there are plenty of farms in Indiana. I'll have to drive around on weekends and see if I can find some of these farmer's daughters."
"Aren't there a lot of girls at Notre Dame?"
"It's a men only college, no girls at all."
"I didn't know that. All men? Poor Kenny."
"No, I was just kidding. I'm pretty sure there are at least as many women as men going there."
"Ha. It wouldn't matter if it was only a men's college. You'd be fucking some girl within a week anyway."
"A week? It will probably take me a week just to find all of my classes. There are thousands of people that go there. I just hope they sell maps of the campus."
"You better get some here before you leave then. You don't want to get yourself lost because you were out trying to find some girls to screw."
"I'm running out of girls here. I already went with all the pretty ones. All that's left is Steph and her girlfriend, Brenda. I think I'd rather wait and take my chances at Notre Dame. I have a pretty good sense of direction."
"Speaking of Brenda, and not the skinny one that's Steph's friend, have you heard about when she'd getting home?"
"I haven't, but I could probably find out for you."
"That's all right. Talking about you and fucking, I just naturally thought about her."
"I thought it was from talking about Gary and fucking that made you think of her."
"Are you still mad at her about that?"
"No. I'm mad at her about not telling me before she got me to take her back. It isn't any big thing to me, now that she's gone from my life, but, at the time, it really hurt me."
"I know. Are you going to see her this summer?"
"I'll probably see her at the club or something, I don't know. If you're asking me if I want to get together with her for sex though, no, I don't."
"Not even if I was there too?"
"Not even if anything. Are you still hoping to get back to being friends with her?"
"I don't know. There isn't that much to do here in the summers. You've seen the other boys around here. There isn't a whole lot to choose from. Would you be mad at me if I started being friends with her again?"
"No. Just be sure to remember that you can't ever trust her."
"She might have changed by now."
"Maybe. Still, you need to be careful with Brenda, Em."
"I need to get back. I promised mom I'd help her clean the house. Since we stopped having a maid, everything gets piled up, and she wants the house looking good for my dad when he gets back."
"I know these two girls that help Gerta with our house. I could call them, and they'd go over and take care of it for you in no time. They could probably have it looking better than you and your mom could."
"We can't afford it."
"It would be my treat. Unless you like cleaning house?"
"Ugh. No, I hate it, especially the bathrooms and the kitchen. You should see the inside of our oven, and all the areas behind the refrigerator, and under the sink. We could go ask my mom if she thinks it would be all right. I know she's worried about what dad will say if we don't do a good cleaning job."
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Emily and I were together for most of the rest of the weekend. In addition to some very satisfying make-up sex, we also spent time talking together, and just being around each other. Sunday, she and I took four boys from the group homes, out to a ranch that rented horses over in Collier, a town about forty miles west of Ridgeline. At first, all of us were having a great time riding on the trails set up for riding. I think I was the first one to get sore balls, and chafed skin on my thighs,...
The rest of the trip went smoothly. I got up early Sunday morning, dressing and coming downstairs to the lobby to meet with the five equipment executives, or, in some cases, manufacturer's representatives. Each handed me several product brochures and sales proposals, discussing briefly the supposed advantages their product offered over the competition's. My Dad must have told them that I had only a limited amount of time, because each one stayed talking to me for under ten minutes. At...
Shirley called me on the seventeenth of March. They were leaving South Carolina the next morning, and would be in Ridgeline, sometime on the twenty-first. During that conversation, I made it very clear to her that Emily had big reservations about what would happen when she got back, but that I had already made my choice to stay with Emily. "When I get back, we can have a nice talk, and then you can decide, Kenny. I have a lot I want to tell you." "I already did decide. If you come back...
I didn't see or hear from Shirley for a week. I knew that Emily was in contact with her though, and my mother had asked me several questions about whether I knew what Shirley's plans were. I always answered that I didn't know her plans, and wasn't interested in getting involved in any of that mess. Mama seemed a little sad at my attitude concerning Shirley's plight. I knew that she kept bringing Shirley's name up for a reason, and I didn't want to give her any excuse for getting me...
After I drove Emily home, we both went inside to see how the house cleaning had turned out. All four of the cleaning ladies were still hard at work, but I found Gary and Kitty sitting in the family room, watching television, and enjoying bowls of ice cream. I had a difficult time not laughing out loud at them both. I also wondered, if my intervention had really helped any of them. All of the downstairs was finished, and the women were finishing up the last of the upstairs bedrooms. Emily...
At dinner that night, Mama gave me a real earful about being so rude to Brenda. I let her get it all out of her system. She finally ran down and asked me what I had to say for myself. "I saw her at the club, with Richard. She stopped over at the practice range and we talked for awhile. We got into a disagreement about how much contact we were going to have. I suggested none, and she thought I should forget the past and start over again. That's when I started being rude. Before that, I was...
Joyce woke up at around seven thirty, coming out of the bedroom, and finding me sitting alone in the dark in the living room. "Kenny, why did you let me sleep so long?" "You looked like you needed the rest. Brenda called while you were sleeping. She got the notice from Frank. She wanted me to help her with getting Frank to rescind the notice, or by me giving her the money instead. I offered to let her come over and explain why I should give her some money, but she didn't like what I...
"Hi, Brenda, come on in." "Did you decide yet on my money, Kenny?" She was dressed nicely, and I could see she had put on fresh lipstick. Her hair was lustrous from recent brushing. I could never get used to seeing that unusual copper hair coloring. "I didn't call you to discuss money, Brenda. I told you I was horny, and wanted to fuck you." "Good. That's the main reason I came over here, but, I was wondering about those other things we talked about too. You told me you'd call me...
We spent over an hour looking at cars over at the Chevy dealership. They had two Corvettes, one black, and the other one canary yellow. Brenda didn't care for either one of them. Joyce suggested we go see the man who helped her with the lease on her Lincoln, so we all drove over to his office, and spoke to him about what Brenda wanted. There was a new Buick Regal Grand National, with a custom red paint job, that he had sitting there in stock, due to a customer failing to get his credit...
We had a really animated free for all discussion at the dinner table that night. I was getting hit from all sides at once. First, Mama was upset because Grace had phoned her, complaining about what I had told her I was planning for Joyce, Brenda and Emily. The main thrust of Mama's complaint was that I needed to stop discussing my personal business with everyone I met. "Kenny, it worries me sometimes that you don't seem to realize you are creating problem situations where there needn't...
Brenda and I went out and found the van that Virginia had let us borrow, and we headed out for our lunch. I took her to the same steak house I'd taken Emily to. Brenda wasn't as good of an eater as Emily had been, but she enjoyed the small filet she'd ordered. I had the big porterhouse, with extra mushrooms, a baked potato with everything on it, and some bread to dip in the steak juices. They brought some mixed vegetables in a separate little bowl, but I didn't even try those. "How much...
We were all standing around in the kitchen, smelling the spaghetti sauce simmering as Brenda tossed the salad, and put the pasta pot on a burner to bring it to a boil. The table was already set for four places. Brenda had taken out two bottles of red wine, from Uncle Bunny's large wooden wine cellar box, and she had found a corkscrew in one of the drawers. She was just starting to heat up the garlic bread, when the door bell rang. "Get it, Kenny." Brenda looked at me, knowing that I might...
Indiana proved to be a good place for me to start and end my journey. I ended up spending only three days in South Bend, before deciding it was time to head back home again. I spent a day driving back to Uncle Bunny's house. As soon as I got back, I called Mama. "Hello?" "Hey, Hans, it's Kenny. How are you guys doing?" "All good here. You want to talk with your Mama?" "Sure. Say hi to Gerta for me. See you, Hans." "Kenny!" "Hi Mama. You still taking good care of all my girl...
It was sometime in mid September before Joyce asked me again about whether the four X's could have their dinner meeting at my house. This time, I agreed, which surprised and pleased Joyce. That only lasted until I told her I'd be going over to Mama's house to spend the evening with my parents. "Kenny, they all want to see you again. How long are you planning on avoiding everybody?" "Joyce, we've been getting along pretty good lately, because you've been staying inside my comfort...
The trip back home was interesting. I think Joyce wanted to test me, to see whether or not she could get me sufficiently upset to put me over the edge. Like that time when I stopped in South Carolina, and I told her I wanted to play a quick round of golf. It was already three thirty in the afternoon, we'd been on the road since six thirty that morning, and I was tired from doing all that driving. I just wanted to relax a little, and unwind my sore muscles. I was right to do it too, because...
Hello, everyone. I am Rocky. I am new to ISS and this is my very first story. This is about a true incident that happened a few months ago where I happened to be very lucky to have hot sex with a milf. Let’s start the story. P.S. The name of the characters in the story are changed for privacy reasons. I was working for a company in Delhi and recently shifted to a new apartment with one of my friends. The society was very good and big with almost all the requirements and the families living...
Kendra Spade is new to the detention facility and as she’s having her intake interview with her counselor Damon Dice she makes it clear that she’s not having it. She starts talking about how much she misses fucking her stepbrother. Going all out to make Damon uncomfortable, Kendra starts feeling herself up and then moves on to taking off her clothes! Damon tries stepping out of the room for a minute so Kendra can collect herself, but rather than obey the missive Kendra just gets...
xmoviesforyouKarlee Grey is on the phone with her friends making plans for the day. Her stepmom, Sinn Sage, storms into the room and asks if she’s ready to go to the beach. Karlee hangs up the phone and tells Sinn that she’s not coming with them, she’s just dropping her off. But Sinn isn’t listening and assures her they’re gonna have a great day together. Karlee wants some alone time with her friends but Sinn isn’t taking no for an answer. Sinn reminds her of their deep...
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It was not a dream that Josh was experiencing. It was reality. As real as it could get. He was escorted by an armed security guard to clean out his desk, pickup his paycheck along with the two weeks notice and taken out of the building. Jane was in the elevator as they went down to the ground floor. She followed him outside. "I'm so sorry, Josh," she said, almost in tears. "I was astonished to hear what happened Saturday." "Thanks Jane, you're a good friend." She stood on her toes...
When Deana arrived at work the next evening, she was a wiser young woman. She now knew that her Wednesdays with Barry had been kid stuff, almost like children playing house with no idea of what they were really doing. She felt a certain amount of guilt for having cheated on Barry. She also had some shame for fucking a man she didn't know, but the feelings were less than they had been the night before. She experienced a perverse thrill at having been such a wicked girl and it certainly had been...
Straight SexMiss Muller’s hand lightly rubbed my thigh. It was down toward my knee, but still, it was a female teacher in contact with her sixteen-year old male student. I’m sure I tensed and she stopped. It was pre-COVID January, 2020, and we were in The Old Spaghetti Factory – me and Miss Muller and three cheerleaders. I wrote sports for the school paper. Miss Muller taught English and managed the cheerleading squad.The cheerleaders got up and left. I started to get up, too, and felt her hand on my thigh...
TabooIntroduction: My foster parents teach me how to be a big girl. I dont have to much of a memory of my biological parents, I was very young when I met my foster family. I was fortunate to get a good family, that made me feel loved and wanted. When I turned 4, mama sat me down, and told me I needed to start learning how to care for myself alittle better. That Id be starting school next year, I wouldnt always have the help around me. She said her and daddy would be showing me different things,...
It is not a bad taste i thought it would have been bitter but it is not he cums a lot it filled my mouth within seconds i had to swallow or chock it is amazing how much spunk he has i must have swallowed a cup full i should not have opened my mouth just at that time to scream yes we looked at each other and laughed. You better go and wash up in the bathroom i will give you one of my tops yours will be a bit sticky we both walked upstairs me into my bed room and jane into the bath room as i...
I grew up in a rural Maharashtrian village. I was tall for my age of18 years, about 5′7″ and thin. I had round breast with big pointednipples, thin waist and well moulded buttocks and tapering legs. Mycolor was slight dark and my face was oval shaped. I had slanted eyes,thin pointed and slighltly upturned nose, pouting lips and good eventeeth, which sparkled when I smiled. I was not considered beautiful ina traditional way but by the age of 19, I could observe that most menwere giving me sly...
The next morning I awoke the morning after Mom’s wedding to Michael and Anastassia’s to Oswald, my head aching from the wine and my cock sore from the previous night’s orgy. I lost track of who had fucked whom, of course, as it was a bit of a blur after so much to drink ... and smoke. Yeah, we had broken out the weed, too, after a while. We definitely had a bit of an adventure, even if Mom was rather weak and not able to keep up to the same level. Even she had a good time, too, to a certain...
In the LibraryKitty had been seeing him come into the university library for the past week now. The first time was when he asked her where some research volumes were and she directed him to the third floor. She was attracted to him immediately. Forty something, trim, a little gray but he seemed the athletic type. He had a soft, sexy voice and blue eyes that seemed to be saying, “I want you”. He made an excuse to talk to her every time he came in and she flirted with him shamelessly. Today she...
The next morning I got up and got ready just like every other day. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, the sun shining in my face giving a nice and warm feeling on my soft skin. I really enjoy my soft and hairless skin. I am more sensitive towards everything. Small details I wouldn’t notice earlier just feel so good now. This wasn’t going to be one of those regular lazy Saturdays, though. Last time, I told you about the date I set up and today was when it would happen. I did my usual walk...
By Teresa WoodPhotographer's Assistant It had been my mom's idea that I get a part time job, but I certainlydidn't argue with her. I was going to be sixteen in a few months and therewasn't any other way I would ever get a car. Not that I really needed one. It'snot like there was anywhere I needed to go. My name is Louis, just plain `Lou' to my friends or at least the casualacquaintances I've made at school. The truth is that I'm a loner, I just prefermy own company, and so my list of true...
Master pulled the nipple chain away from her body and slipped the handle of the flogger over it. He slowly lowered the flogger until the chain was supporting its weight, then let go. The nipple clamps tightened under the strain. Brenda thought she was screaming but realized she was not uttering a sound. He walked over to the horse, then slid the apparatus over to where Brenda was standing. He went to the hook on the wall and released some slack in the rope attached to Brenda's handcuffs, then...
BDSMMiranda Wilde. Lance could stare at her for hours. Getting wank material was as easy as opening up an image search and typing her name. She was one of those women who looked amazing no matter what hair style or outfit she was rocking. Whether it was long, jet black locks, playful, pink, shoulder length hair or her short, well cropped, blonde pixie cut, she was gorgeous. Those deep, piercing, grayish-blue eyes were always staring back at you saying, "I'm hot. I'm fun. I'm more than you...
I had another day off today. They were still working out the kinks caused by Kimberly, my main love interest in the film, quitting. The press had been all over her about why she left. For now, she was going with the ‘safety on set’ story. Leaping crocodiles were enough to scare anyone. I had a feeling if the studio pushed back, she might reveal the whole reason she made her exit, mainly Laurent forcing her to have sex to get the role. Because I’d been one of the people that Kimberly had...
The team from Nelson Treehouse and Supply was making good time on the treehouse Paul and Paula Harris had commissioned for their daughter’s sweet sixteen. There was much use of pulleys, nail-guns, and human muscle with an occasional break for coffee or to talk to the Animal Planet production crew. Suddenly Paula came running up to the base of the tree. “Pete!” she cried out, “Pete, I’ve got bad news. I just got a notice from City Hall. You can’t build this design!” Pete was horrified. He...
I called in to see my mother in law of twenty years to see if she wanted anything doing because of the snow and to have a coffee. She had already been down the street for her newspaper and started to tell me that someone had built some snowmen sitting on the seat. I thought nothing of it until she said it had a big willy and the other one had tits with big icy nipples. She seemed a little excited telling me, but I was gob smacked when she came out with “I would be no good sucking on him,...
Thus, Mike is pleased on both counts. But the alarming thing about Terry´s predicament was that she was sitting astride the rail of the ship ready to fall into the sea. She had no hands with which to save herself. Then I saw the rope on her ankle. It pulled her foot out sideways and helt her tight so that she did not go over the edge. Her other ankle on the opposite side of the rail was held by a handcuff. I wondered why, until I saw that it held her foot so that she could reach nothing solid...
It had been almost a week since Alex and I had sex that first time. With finals around the corner we were both heaps busy studying, so we hadn’t really talked. We had arranged a study session ages ago for the afternoon and he was due to knock on my dorm room at any moment. I wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, if there would be an encore to the previous week or what, so I made sure to take extra time in the bathroom getting ready. I grabbed my phone and sent him a quick text, “Hey,...
~A Sweet Fantasy, all characters in this story are over the age 18. Viewers Discretion is advise.~This happened when I was still living at home, a few years ago just before my 21st birthday. I was home for the summer from uni and working long days in a crappy summer job for a friend of my dad. I had an on/off boyfriend, but we were very much off at this point- in fact I had decided that I was well and truly done with him and his bullshit behaviour. I wasn't missing him at all, and in fact I was...