Nandita To Nandini
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“I’m serious, Paul, go to work,” Jeryl said. “You’ve been wonderful and supportive, and loving, but you need to go back to work. Besides, it’s not like I lack for help or companionship.”
I smiled and kissed her. “If you’re sure.”
She smiled back. “I am, really.”
We had been home from the hospital for almost three weeks. Jeryl’s mother had been with us the first two weeks. My mom had arrived just over a week ago. Anna had started the week we came home, and Alison was near, constantly checking on her Goddaughter. Mrs. Eccles at least made sure I got some food every once in a while.
“Okay, but I want to know if you change your mind. Nothing is more important to me than you and little Ali.”
“I know. Now, where are you going first?” She had obviously been told by someone of all the requests I had been delaying.
“California, first. I thought I could do without a PA, after Matthew took over manufacturing, but I was mistaken.”
Jeryl laughed. “‘Ya think?’ He kept you organized more than you ever realized. You’re going to have a hard time getting someone to fill his shoes.”
“I know. Anyway, I’ll get that process kicked off and then check on a few things around the Bay Area before heading down to Austin and then over to Atlanta and Gulfstream. Finally, Corning and then Boston to check on some smaller firms that Kelly and Candace want me to talk to.”
“How long will you be gone?” she asked with a frown. “That’s a lot more than I thought.”
I gave her a reassuring kiss. “That’s the nice thing about our partnering with Gulfstream. I’ll be home every weekend, at least. I’m not going to miss our daughter growing up.”
Jeryl stood up and gave me a kiss. “I’m going to hold you to that, lover.”
“Please do.”
The next morning, Sanford was driving me to the airport and a waiting G-400. Two hours later, I was passing out cigars in the office near Stanford.
“I’m glad you decided to finally get back to work,” Kelly teased as I was looking at the stacks of papers on my desk.
“If I had realized there was this much paper waiting for me, I might not have come back. I thought you were sending all the important stuff out to me in Utah.”
Kelly laughed. “I did. This is just the stuff that wasn’t that important. It’s the research papers and regular correspondence and reports.”
“Wow, all of this in a month?”
Kelly nodded.
“I guess really do need to get a new PA.”
“Two of them, most likely,” Matthew said from the door. “I did a lot more work than I ever got credit for.”
I laughed, and said, “I’m pretty sure that title by your door is plenty of credit, Matthew.”
We all laughed. “So do you already have a group of replacement PA’s screened?” I asked.
Matthew nodded and handed me four slim files. “Pick two,” he said. “I think you should have one here, and one on the road with you. You can rotate them if you want, so they both get experience with you.”
I sat down and flipped open the first file. I smiled and opened the second, then the third and fourth. “All ex-military. I think you’re biased, Matthew.”
He laughed. “It worked once. Why fix something that’s not broken? Here’s a fifth file that I almost rejected. I wanted your take on it, though.”
I took the fifth folder from him and opened it.
“Sheryl Conway, formerly of the Air Force Inspector General’s office. That’s interesting.”
Matthew shrugged. “I wasn’t even aware she was getting out of the Air Force until her resume hit my desk.”
“Well, we know she has the clearance for some of the conversations I find myself in on occasion,” I said. I read through her file more closely. “She actually might make a very good PA with this background.”
Kelly walked over and picked up the file. She read it quickly. “She’s got her JD from Penn. I wonder why she went into the Air Force?”
“Make sure you ask her in her interview,” I said.
Kelly nodded and handed the file back. “Okay, I will.”
“Can you go ahead and ask Rose to bring all of these folks in for interviews during the next couple of days? I want at least an hour with each, and I’d like each of you to talk to them as well. Then we can compare notes and decide who is crazy enough to ride herd on me.”
We all laughed.
“What do you think, Sheryl?”
One of my two new Executive Assistants looked up in surprise. She had admitted during the interview process that she thought of herself as a long shot, but still wanted the job. I had decided I could always use a person who wanted to help change the world.
“I think if you build it, half the third-world will want to buy it and weaponize it.”
Several Gulfstream executives mumbled in protest, but I held up my hand.
“Explain why you think that, please,” I said.
“Isn’t it obvious? You’ve got a business jet that is as fast or faster than a modern fighter. Its carrying capacity is just under 30,000 pounds. Someone is going to turn it into a Mach 2 bomber.”
I looked at the plans as various executives began to argue amongst themselves. I finally held up my hand.
“Gentlemen, can we place these cable runs at the belly of the fuselage?” I asked pointing at port and starboard conduits running along the lower flanks of the plane.
“We separate them for redundancy. If they are all in the belly, we create a single point of failure, potentially.”
I nodded. “But if we moved them top and bottom instead of on the sides, no one would dare try to cut and re-route them to make a bomb bay.”
One engineer hopped up and began looking more closely. “That could work. If we make the fuselage ribbing out of the new ceramic compound as well, and route them through custom openings in them, it would be virtually impossible to re-route them after construction.”
“How long to do the re-design?” I asked.
“I’ll have to talk to the team, but with the new CAD programs, it should only take a couple of weeks. Most of the components remain the same, so the build timeline shouldn’t be impacted.”
“We won’t retro-fit the prototype,” one man said. “It’s ready for testing, already.”
Harry spoke up before I could. “And we want the engine performance data before ramping up production anyway, so we don’t want to delay that any.”
I nodded. Rolls-Royce had built the turbojet engines with significant portions cast from CRP-2068, as we had taken to calling the new aerogel based ceramic compound. Jumping straight to the number, implied it was not our first attempt, according to the marketing department.
“So, we continue with the long-lead items in anticipation of moving on to production in the fall?” The new president of Gulfstream asked.
Everyone nodded.
“I believe the meeting is adjourned, then.”
We all stood and were soon headed for our waiting car. Sheryl frowned as we climbed in.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“A sixteen passenger, supersonic business jet is exciting, but a plane like that will fall into the wrong hands sooner or later.”
“At $50 million dollars a pop, I don’t think many people will risk destroying one trying to convert it. Our new ceramic isn’t like aircraft aluminum. You can’t just cut and patch it.”
“I hope you’re right,” she said. “Are you buying one?” she asked after a pause.
I smiled. “Of course. I get the second production plane.”
“Who gets the first?”
“Marketing,” I answered with a smile.
“Paul, Intel is hollering for more graphene. We’re going to have to build another plant to keep up with demand. It’s going to be at least a six month build out. This time, maybe we should quadruple our estimates instead of just doubling them so we can keep pace with the growth.”
“Do we have room at the Austin site?” I asked into the speaker phone on my work table as Donna Miller, my second new assistant, pulled a printout off the printer and joined me.
Donna was a West Point graduate who had finished her commitment to the Army and then been accepted into Wharton for their MBA program. She was blonde haired and blue eyed, of medium height, with a lean, trim build. She still ran three miles a day. We had spent the day going over production updates, prior to our weekly meeting with Matthew.
The printout was Matthew’s production plan and capacity report. I skimmed the numbers, knowing they would tell me the same thing he was reporting.
“Yes, we have room, but I think we should start building down here and then look for another site as well. We’re going to run out of space, and if something were to happen here, we would have zero capacity.”
“Good point. I’ll get someone looking for a new site. Anything in particular you want in it?” I asked.
Matthew laughed over the phone. “Room to grow would be nice. Rail access might be a good idea, as well.”
“Okay, I’ll get some recommendations to you by the end of next week. Anything else we need to discuss?”
“Yeah, we need to have Alison schedule another review down here. We’ve had a few irregularities in the access logs that I’d like someone else to go over.”
“Any reason to think there was a breach?”
“No, just some suspicious activity. One person’s card was deactivated with three access attempts, but they insist they didn’t try to use their card on that door. We’ve had a couple of other incidents. I might just be paranoid, but a lot of people would really like to know how we make the things we make.”
I was nodding. “Okay, I’ll give her a call and get something set up. Anything else?”
“Yeah, are you going to Edwards for the GX-3 tests?”
I looked at Donna, who nodded. “Looks like I am. Why?”
“I was there for the GX-2 tests. I thought I might tag along, if I have the time.”
“Sure. I’ll have Donna or Sheryl send the details.”
“Great. Talk to you later.”
The line was cut off.
“I’ll contact Ms. Wilson’s people and arrange the security review. Who is going to find a new plant location?”
“You and Sheryl can do that. Look in the Atlanta area first. Having production closer to Gulfstream might be good.”
“Should we look in New York, near Corning as well?”
“No. Let’s get another plant up in the south someplace and then assess. If we have rail access, shipping should be easier.”
“Okay. Any other parameters for us?”
“Get options for adjacent parcels, and plan on at least twenty acres to start.”
Donna jotted down notes and then looked up to see if there was anything else. After a moment, she closed the notebook and said, “First cut properties a week from Friday?”
“Yes. What’s next today?”
“Gentlemen, what can I do for my government today?” I asked as I entered our conference room with Kelly behind me. Sheryl was already inside offering the three men in dark suits coffee.
“We’d like to discuss the chips you are selling Cisco for use in their routers,” the middle-aged man with the least pressed suit began.
“And you are?” I sat down across from him, assuming he was the boss of the three.
“I’m Frank Dobbson, with the Department of Justice.”
I nodded and looked at the other two gentlemen, waiting patiently.
Finally, Frank did the introductions. “These are my associates, Caldwell Baker and Fredrick Reynolds. They perform various liaison functions with the department.”
Sheryl arched an eyebrow and gave the slightest shake of her head.
“Anyway,” Dobbson continued, “your government has concerns over the chips you are selling to Cisco and some other telecommunication’s vendors.”
“What sort of concerns?” Kelly asked.
“Under U.S. Export controls, cryptography systems using more than 40 bits for an encryption key are considered munitions and regulated for export. Your chips employ a communications protocol that can encrypt communications with keys up to 128 bits in length.”
I nodded. “They can. They fully implement the Secure Hash Algorithm and Protocol Exchange, or SHAPE as it was defined in a joint paper by myself and Dr. Reis.”
“Why do they need that?” Mr. Baker asked.
“It’s part of the FLO language interface. If you have hardware that tells the world what functions it can perform over a network interface, you have to know that the communications from that hardware are secure and originate with the device or chip you think they do. SHAPE handles that handshake between devices and control systems securely.”
“Wouldn’t 32-bits be sufficient for that?” Mr. Reynolds asked.
“Today, probably, but not in the near future. The IPv4 networking address space only has 2^32 available addresses by design. As soon as that threshold is reached, we’ll need to shift to a larger address space, most likely 2^128, which is what SHAPE was designed and written to support.”
Reynolds nodded. “But surely you could define that limit in software?” he asked.
I realized that he was the technical person on their team. “Yes, but then how do you tell devices to switch to the new protocol at a later date?”
He began to speak and then stopped. He stared at a wall for a moment. Finally, his eyes returned to mine. “Okay, so can you implement the protocol to handle authentication only? Isn’t that what the secure hash function is in place for?”
“Yes and no. The 128-bit hash is used for a low-level handshake across the network. Once the handshake is completed, a session specific random key is assigned and any messages passed between the device and an authenticated peer are encrypted using that session key. Session duration can be specified by message count or time. The protocol default is 1024 message exchanges.”
“And that key length is also 128 bits?”
I nodded.
“Can you reduce the size of the session key?”
“Not without potentially breaking the security of the session.”
“Is there a way to prevent higher level processes from accessing the SHAPE protocol stack on the chip?” He was at least asking logical questions.
“No, not without crippling the security of the overall network, which is my guess at what you actually want to accomplish.”
All three men looked uncomfortable.
I continued, “FLO is designed to coordinate processes across small and large area networks. The messaging function is a feature of the language. If I were to introduce artificial weaknesses into those aspects, it would become useless outside a single integrated system. Its power is going to be realized when complex systems can interact over wide area networks. Only then will re-usable computing power become a reality.”
The men looked uncomfortable. Finally, Dobbson tried to regain control of the exchange. “I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Taylor. Given what you’ve told us, and what we currently understand, the chips you are selling to Cisco, Intel, and others will be placed on our controlled export list and require further review prior to any export licenses being granted.”
I shrugged. “I guess we’ll be seeing you in court, someday, then.”
“Why do you say that?”
I nodded to Kelly. I knew when I drafted the SHAPE protocol and embedded it into FLO that this day would come.
“We don’t believe that your export controls supersede a U.S. citizen’s right of free speech as guaranteed by the First Amendment to the Constitution. The protocol and programming language you are trying to suppress were first published outside the U.S. of A. Furthermore, the complete source code for the implementation on individual hardware was published by the MIT Press last year and has sold well overseas. Since the hardware you are trying to prevent being exported is functionally identical to that code once it is fed into a computer, from a legal perspective, they are the same. You are trying to prevent the export of protected speech. I’m certain the Supreme Court will listen to the case sooner or later.”
All three men looked very uncomfortable as we ended the meeting. Once they were gone, Kelly and Sheryl cornered me in my office.
“How did you know the NSA would try to stop you?” Sheryl managed to ask first.
“Why do you think I knew they would pull this kind of crap?” I asked as I poured a glass of water and sat down at my desk.
“The General and I wondered why you chose to have your software conferences in Canada for the past two years. I also noted the publication from MIT Press last fall. I could see striking such a deal after they tried to stop you, but planning that far ahead seems...”
“Paranoid? ‘Just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you,’” I said. “I’ve had enough run-ins with our government to be a little paranoid. I want FLO implemented in any device that talks to another device. I’m making very generous business terms for just that reason. I was not about to shackle myself to their playing field this time. That’s why the software conference is held outside the States, and why I will continue to publish critical technology briefs internationally.”
“But there is a real risk of your technology falling into the wrong hands and being used against us.”
“A man with a bomb is dangerous. Knowing how to make a bomb is not.”
Kelly interjected, “Sheryl, you can debate this with Paul for hours. He will not budge, believe me. He wants the world to have knowledge and freedoms that we take for granted.”
I gave her a weak smile. “And,” I said, “I have become a little paranoid with regard to our government respecting everyone’s civil rights equally.”
I was in a foul mood when someone breezed into my office without bothering to knock. I looked up from my computer, ready to snarl, and stopped when I saw Jeryl leading an entourage through my door.
She was dressed for the pleasant California weather in tan pants and a black blouse. She was nearly back to her normal, sexy, trim self. Anna, our nurse was behind her with Alison Elizabeth bundled in her arms. I saw our older Alison stop just outside the door, after a quick peek inside. I decided I needed a nickname for one of them, soon, or we would always be confused about which Alison we were discussing.
Jeryl came around my desk and gave me a passionate kiss. I had been home over the weekend, but decided four days away warranted as reunion. I kissed her back and then smiled when she pulled away.
“At least you look happy to see me. I thought you were going to bite my head off when we came through the door,” she said.
I smiled and stood to take Alison from Anna. “I was. Then I saw it was my favorite ladies in the world. Your kiss just made it even better.” I looked down at the bundle of joy in my arms.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what brings you out from Utah on this fine April day?”
I sat down and Jeryl sat on the arm of the chair I was in and began stroking the back of my head as I held our child.
“I decided it was time to get out and about. Alison and Anna agreed. We decided to come to you for the weekend instead of making you fly to us.”
“You’ll have to do some work at the house. We don’t have any baby stuff there.”
“Alison already took care of that. She insisted on having security run errands for us yesterday while you were here. She wants to make certain her Ali-Beth is properly taken care of.”
I chuckled and got a drooling smile from my daughter. Anna handed me a spit towel as I made silly faces to continue entertaining our baby.
“So, Ali-Beth,” I said softly, “Are you enjoying visiting daddy at his office?”
She cooed back at me as her eyes focused on mine. I smiled and then turned and gave Jeryl another kiss.
“You are a wonderful mother, and wife,” I said.
She smiled back. “You’re just trying to butter me up, I think.”
“Oh? For what?”
She playfully slapped my shoulder. “Paul, let’s not discuss that in front of the child,” she teased.
I gave Anna a look. “She’s a nurse. I think she knows how babies get made.”
Jeryl laughed and Anna blushed.
She was a tall, dirty-blonde, who looked awkward in a coltish way when we first met her. She was very competent, but seemed unsure of herself in social situations. Dealing with children and families fighting cancer had taken a toll on her, it seemed. Over the past few months I had learned how to easily make her blush. She and Jeryl had become friends.
“Alison!” I called. She stuck her head in the door. “Why are you hiding out there? Come in and say hello for a bit.”
She came in, looking as professional as ever, and gave me a smile as she saw me holding her namesake.
“I was actually just seeing if Matthew had reviewed my team’s security report. You know you do pay me for security, not just my pretty face?”
I laughed. “Yes, I do, don’t I? How is it looking?”
Anna took Ali-Beth from me as she started fussing and Alison sat down with us.
“Things are still secure, but someone was trying to get in. I’ve got several recommendations for changes so maybe we can catch the person instead of just denying them entry. I wanted to see if Matthew had agreed to them yet.”
“It’s not his call. You’re responsible for security. Make it happen.”
She nodded. “I’ll get the work ordered to begin as soon as possible. I’ll also have a few people visit the Atlanta site to begin looking at security there as well.”
“That’s enough work talk,” Jeryl said. “I’m still on maternity leave. We can get into business in three months when I come back to work.”
“Oh? You’ve decided to come back?”
She smiled. “Well, at least part time. I need to keep my mind busy after all, and it will have to change again, once Ali-Beth begins school. Then I won’t be as mobile as I am now or was before.”
I kissed her hand. “Your counsel has been missed, you know?”
She kissed my cheek and we fell into easy conversation about the expansion and our visit from the DOJ and NSA. I was just thinking about taking them out to lunch when Sheryl came into the office.
She waved at everyone, but had her eyes on me.
“What’s up Sheryl?”
“I just got a call from General Baker. He would like to come over and talk to you privately.”
I arched an eyebrow at her. “When?”
“I didn’t know you had guests. He’s on his way now. He should be here in twenty minutes.”
I nodded and Jeryl stood up.
“Honey,” she said. “Why don’t we go over to the house and get settled in while you talk to the General? Then you can come home and we’ll have a late lunch while Ali gets her nap.”
I kissed her and whispered my thanks.
They had only just gotten away from the office when the General arrived. Sheryl escorted him into my office.
“What’s so urgent, General?” I asked after shaking his hand.
“I just wanted you to hear some news before it was on T.V.” he said.
“What news?”
“Earlier today, our time, we carried out a raid on both Iranian and Iraqi forces in the Gulf of Arabia in response to the mine strike on the Samuel B. Roberts last week. It was the first use of four modified B-1’s in conjunction with naval forces in the area.”
“Things went well, I take it?”
“Very well. We just demonstrated force projection like the world wouldn’t believe.” He opened his briefcase and pulled out several photos and a small map. “Our B-1’s took off from Guam and tanked up over the Bay of Bengal. We overflew some of the most sophisticated air defenses outside the Soviet Bloc and did not even get a flutter on their radars. We hit every target on our list and had zero friendly casualties. It was nearly a textbook mission.”
I looked at the photos the Air Force used for bomb damage assessment. They had hit mostly naval targets; docks, naval stores, and ships tied up pier side.
“You can’t see it in the photos, but the Iranian Republic Guard Navy just lost pretty much every boat they had in port. We took out their mine storage and training school as well.”
I nodded. “I’m glad it went well, but why tell me?”
The general smiled and I had a bad feeling in my stomach. “The B-1 was originally designed and built to be a strategic asset, not really configured or used for conventional munitions or missions. When we saw what Lockheed had done, thanks to your material, we re-thought that assumption. Six aircraft were further modified during their refits to handle conventional munitions. Four of those participated in this mission. I want you to understand how valuable your assistance has been to your country.”
I nodded and waited for the other shoe to drop.
“I’d also like to ask you to do a bit of consulting with us on the next round of upgrades to the B-1.”
“Golf-three, control, come left to course zero-two-zero for your acceleration run.”
“This is golf-three, roger. Turning to course zero-two-zero.”
A minute or less later, “Golf-three is steady on course zero-two-zero, angels twenty, over.”
“Chase-one, confirm visual status, over.”
“This is chase-one, golf-three steady on course, all visuals clear, over.”
“Golf-three, this is control. You are cleared for acceleration through Mach one, over.”
“This is golf-three, commencing acceleration.”
Standing in the control room of test operations at Edwards Air Force base once again had a strange sense of deja vu. It had been two years since the crash of GX-2 after it broke Mach one. Now we were waiting to see if GX-3 could improve on that performance.
“This is golf-three, steady at Mach one point one, over.”
“Golf-three, control, call your state.”
“Golf-three is at angels twenty, heading zero-two-zero, speed Mach one point one, all systems green, over.”
“Golf-three, control, continue the test plan, over.”
“Golf-three, roger. Accelerating.”
We held our breaths. Theoretically, there should be no new aerodynamic regimens as the plane accelerated, so the risk was low. Harry looked nervous, however. They had fully tested the new engines, but a maiden flight at Mach two was much different from static tests.
“Control, chase-one, maintaining visual, but golf-three is pulling away, over.”
The T-38 Talon was rated for Mach 1.3.
“Control, chase-two, I have visual on golf-three. Visuals all clear, over.”
The second chase plane was higher and slightly ahead of the GX-3 for this run.
“This is control, roger.”
“Control, gulf-three, speed steady at Mach two point one, all systems green, over.”
“Hurrah!” several people in the control room yelled, most notably Harry. The test director gave us a scolding look, but then broke into a smile.
“Golf-three, control, begin deceleration, over.”
“This is golf-three, roger, over.”
As the plane slowed to subsonic speeds once again, I went over to Harry and the other engineers and shook their hands. Matthew followed suit. I could see the large grin on Sheryl’s face as she watched from one side of the room. We listened to some more of the radio chatter before heading outside to watch the plane land. We managed to keep the champagne in the bottle until our test pilot could join us on the tarmac by the hanger. It was definitely a huge milestone for us all.
That night, Dan Rather’s voice covered film of the successful test flight.
“Today in California, at the U.S. Air Force’s Edwards flight test range, the world’s first private supersonic business jet successfully flew more than twice the speed of sound. The plane is a joint venture between Gulfstream, Rolls-Royce, and PT Innovations.”
The footage shifted to shots of the plane landing smoothly, it’s sleek body, delta wings, and low-slung engine cowlings making it look more like it was leaping off the runway rather than landing.
“The plane is designed to carry up to sixteen passengers at intercontinental distances. Once in service, it should be able to fly from New York to London in under three hours. While regulators insist significant testing remains before it is approved for passenger flights, Gulfstream has announced it will begin accepting orders in September. The list price will be approximately forty million dollars.”
The segment ended with a shot of us popping bottles of champagne and toasting the pilot and plane.
Sheryl and Donna looked at me as I stuffed papers into my well-worn leather case. I had just told them I had a special project for them.
“I want you to find me at least four thousand acres of land to buy. It needs to be west of the Rockies. It needs access to the power grid, even if we’ll have to string lines to get power to a building site. It needs water plus water rights and mineral rights.”
Sheryl looked up from her notes. “Is that all?”
Donna asked, “What’s it for?”
“It’s for a lab, so I’d like to have easy access from here or the house in Utah. We’ll put in a runway, so that will simplify getting to and from, but I suppose we’ll need road access for construction and deliveries and whatnot.”
“Rail access?” Sheryl asked?
“No. It will never be a production site.”
“Why so big then?”
“Security. Peace from any nosy neighbors. Safety in case something goes boom. Take your pick.”
“Okay,” Donna said, obviously thinking I was attempting humor again. “What time frame?”
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IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversAndee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...
Wife LoversI had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...
First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...
Wife LoversAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...
Wife LoversAndee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Wife LoversMs Nandhini – My School TeacherBy KINGPHANTOMEmail: [email protected] 2Lesson – 1 – How to MasturbateThe morning after I Dry Humped our new class teacher’s ass on our school bus. I woke up hearing my older sister Nithya chechi (Starring “Nithya Menon”) calling out my name. “Shyam you idiot, come on get up. You are late for school. I am gonna tell mom, you better get up.” She shouted at me. It’s a curse to share a room with your older sister. She wants to decide on everything that’s...
Andee edged her way through the crowd surrounding the luggage belt. She was happy to finally be off the plane after the three hour flight from Toronto, but still had some peculiar emotions about being in Houston. Ever since her encounter with Don back at the conference in Chicago she had been maintaining a casual connection with him, mostly on a professional level. When she received his invitation to come to Texas for a few days to explore first hand some of the research developments his...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Eight: Sitting at my vanity I carefully outlined my lips. Then I pulled out a tube of china pink lipstick and coated them. My refection pleased me so much. Finally, I coated my pretty colored lips with two coats of shiny sticky lip gloss. I winked at Richard reflected in my mirror who was watching me get ready for work. I then stood up to face him in my freshly ironed cocktail waitress uniform. Today I would be wearing my pink uniform. I loved wearing...
Andee woke to the sound of the shower running. Looking at the digital clock beside the bed she saw that it was just after 6:00 a.m. As she sat up in the bed, she was trying to shake out the cobwebs and jetlag in her head when the realization of what had gone on the night before became obvious. She was naked but couldn’t exactly remember at what point during the night her lingerie had come off. She rolled out of the bed, made her way to the closet and pulled on a t-shirt from her suitcase. She...
Wife LoversThe whole matter began shortly after Andee’s 38th birthday. She had made one of the biggest decisions of her life and cropped her long brown hair into a cute “pixie” cut. It was a drastic change in her mind, and not long after she began to feel that she wasn’t being “noticed” as much as she had been when her hair was long. “Men prefer long hair,” she complained to her husband one night, not long after she made the dramatic transformation. But despite his constant reassurances, she still felt...
Wife LoversIt had been a long time in coming. Andee wasn’t sure if having to “pay up” for losing a friendly bet with her co-worker was just a passing joke in the hallway, or if he was serious about collecting on it. As a thirty-eight year old mom of two very active boys and career woman, she enjoyed a bit of adventure in her life and this was the second time in a year she had found herself confronted with a sexual complication with her friend. Without question, Andee had been a shameless flirt with Paul,...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Seven Today may be one of the most important days of my new bimbo life. I go for my job interview today. I am so nervous. I so want to get this job. Lisa seems to think I am a shoe in. But I am nervous. I so want this job. It means a lot to me and I think it will mean a lot to Richard and I know it will help continue to rein....reinfer...re...make me more comfortable as a bimbo girl happy in her role.To support me, Lisa came over and we went through my...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee series are intended for adult readers only. Reproduction in any form may not be done without permission of the author. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Eleven: Julie and I crawled into bed together spent as Richard retired to his room. However, just before heading up to bed, Benjamin and I shared a private moment at the door before he headed back to his home. He kissed me tenderly and told me that he'd like to see me...
We woke up mid morning the next day. I rang down to the servants house and asked that breakfast be served in about an hour. I hustled Candace into the shower, telling Candy that we couldn't play; I had a big day planned for us. And that of course set off a round of what? and why won't you tell me, and I don't care if it's a surprise, which finally ended with several swats to the ass cheeks and a gesture towards the shower. Point made, game, set, match; for now anyway. I went through...
Disclaimer: Like all chapters of the Brandee series, this one is inteded for adult readers only. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Twelve I am now in my fourth month of my tour of gentleman's clubs and adult bookstores and I am really enjoying myself. Julie came out a few weekends ago and had such a fun time watching me in my glory. She says she is going to finish up her Doctorial work sooner than expected and that we might get some more time together. I would really enjoy that as I...
“We’re here!” Grandma cried as she and Grandpa came through the front door with their suitcases. “Grandma!” the children shouted as quickly the five of them surrounded their Grandparents. Grandma and Grandpa hugged them all – letting their hands grab the firm young asses of their grandchildren. Grandma took special care to press her massive bosom against their chests feeling her nipples harden as she did. Grandpa’s large pecker had been hard since...
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Disclaimer: Like all chapters in the Brandee series, this one is also intended for adults only. And, like all other chapters, no part of this story may be reproduced without permission of the author. Enjoy. Becoming Brandee Chapter Thirteen: I think I was telling you all about my publicity and promotional tour before getting side-tracked by hygiene issues in the last chapter. Let me fill you in on a few of my adventures with some fascinating audience members who've won the "Win...
Flashback - 11 months earlier (Author's notes - the intro takes place 'right after' Andersonville 6) There were fifteen men and women crowded into the small conference area. As Colonel Myers surveyed the room, he noticed most of them, the programmers anyway, were about half his age. Barry shook his head; he was getting old. His goal was to make general before he retired, and the Andersonville project had seemed like the best way to increase his chances. The problem was, he had...
Disclaimer. This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee strory, are intended for adult readers only Becoming Brandee Chapter Ten: Now this was totally unexpected. I had initially thought that my wife Julie and I were both to be dates for Richard and suddenly I become very aware that only my wife is Richard's date for the evening. And, once I open the front door, I will be meeting my very own date. "You look divine, Brandee," said my wife encouragingly, "Now make...
Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....
Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....
Wife LoversWhen we returned home I took Candace to my bedroom, laid her on her back on my bed, and tied her hands and ankles to the head and foot boards of the bed. I kissed her lightly on her lips, then began to kiss and nibble on her cheeks, eyelids, forehead, around to her ears and her neck. Her body was stock still but her breathing was quick and shallow. When I got to the front of her neck I began to work my way down the front of her body. I grabbed the scissors I left on the bed table and cut her...
Becoming Brandee Chapter one: My wife, Julie, peered into the office where I was sitting at one of computer desks typing an IM to a new friend I had recently met on the internet. "Is this the man you have been telling me about?" "It is him, honey. As I've told you he is very different than most of the others I have chatted with online and I find myself really liking him and the way he thinks." She smiled back, "A girl does need a good man to share some of...
Becoming Brandee Chapter Two: Pulling up to his condo I realized that Richard was very well off. He lived in a very exclusive part of the city and his home furnishings matched his stature and good grooming. Looking around I felt like I just had to become his maid as well as girlfriend and make sure this wonderful man had me to look after him as a sweet girl would desire to do for a man who took good care of her. I squealed with delight when he showed me my own room. It couldn't...
It was still early on Sunday night and I had the urge to talk to Marcie. She was comically critical of my commitment to get Smyth laid. "What made you volunteer for such an enormous feat, Sammy?" "I don't know." I did know, but I wasn't ready to admit to Marcie that I had heard Shirley tell me to turn the tables on Smyth for spying on me and my guests. "How do you plan to carry it out?" "I don't know." I really didn't know, but my sub-conscience was working on a plan. "Who...
I put the razor to my face, sliding it over the remaining patches of beard that had grown over the winter. This New Year’s Eve I wanted to look smart for the ladies at the party I was going. I have been going out with Shalini for some time, but I was getting tired of her. I even let Ayan (a dear friend of mine) fuck her brains out in a threesome with me. We fucked both her holes all night long till she could not scream or fight anymore. She couldn’t walk for days after that and stopped speaking...
Andersonville 5 - The Guilty Soul by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the TG writers out there, who make the days easier to deal with by posting new stories to read each day. Fade in... The sun wasn't even peeking over the hills when the alarm started going off. I hit the snooze button several times but eventually realized I was going to have to get out of bed and get ready for work. I stir slightly, stretching my legs and arms in a poor attempt to wake up. Then...
Hello friends. This is Neville from Chennai. A couple of years back I posted one of my real stories on this site. I was caught in a police raid in a brothel and was rescued by the wife of my friend, Mohini. Today I and Mohini have been having love sessions as and when needed. I got a call from Mohini that her friend Nandita is in town to attend someone’s wedding. She would be coming to her house on Friday evening as she has a flight back to Toronto on Sunday. Nandita has insisted that she meet...
Hello readers. Handshake to boys and boobs shake to girls. I hope you enjoy the story. This story is for all the BDSM lovers out there. The story is long and detailed and mysterious. Sit back and enjoy. This incident was not a one day story, so it needs some background to be told. So, enjoy the thrill and mystery which lies ahead. I had a cute neighbor whose name was Anjali. She was 2 years younger to me. We were brought up together and we were pretty good friends. This incident started to...