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She put the ball straight through the hoop, caught it on its first bounce off the concrete, and then turned to face me, smiling happily and dribbling the ball on the spot, as I put the car into Park and switched off the engine. “Hey, Leon,” she said, as I got out. She always called me by my first name.

“Hi,” I answered, as I shut the car door.

“Did’ya have a good day?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was good. Productive, too,” I replied.

“Well, I’ve been productive, too. Dinner’s in the oven,” she said, “It’ll be ready in about half an hour.”

“Sounds good,” I said, catching the ball as she tossed it to me, “What are we having tonight?”

“Lamb roast,” she said, with just a hint of pride in her voice.

“You’re too good to me,” I said, with a smile.

“No, I’m not,” she said quickly, with a little shake of her head, “You look after me, so I try to look after you, too.”

“And you do a good job,” I said.

Her smile widened a little, and she added, “Well, I am the lady of the house, these days.”

She walked ahead of me towards the back door, and I couldn’t help noticing how grown up she was looking lately. Then I caught myself looking at the sway of her hips in those little blue shorts, and I told myself, Don’t look down there. She’s your daughter, or at least, she may as well be.

We went inside, and Sonya made me some coffee, and as I sat at the table and drank it, I watched her buzzing around the kitchen, preparing for dinner, and I thought, She looks so confident, so poised.

That was the word: “poised”. Her mother, Joanne, was many things, but if you had to come up with one word to sum up everything she was, to define her, that was the word. Joanne had poise.

Sonya asked me if my coffee was okay, and went on with what she was doing, and as I watched her moving around, once again, it occurred to me how grown up she was becoming.

Sonya, I thought to myself. It always seemed such a grown-up name for a little girl. It was a name that seemed like it should have belonged to a sophisticated woman of the world, not a skinny, pig-tailed little streak of activity, who always had a smile on her face. Then again, I guess even sophisticated women of the world have to start somewhere. Lately, it was almost as though Sonya was finally growing into her name.

Yes, things were good now, but it wasn’t always this way.

I had moved in with Joanne, Sonya’s mother, when she was 26, and I was 32. Sonya had been eight years old then, being born when her mother was just 18, and fathered by a total loser called Jeremy, who promptly disappeared off the face of the earth when he found out Joanne was pregnant with his child. Sonya had never met her father, and then when I came along, she had been the only child of a single mother all her life, so the adjustment wasn’t easy in the beginning. I got a lot of attitude, and a lot of, “You’re not my father!” and, “You can’t make me do that!” for the first couple of years, but over time, things got better.

A big turning point was when Sonya was about ten. She was always afraid of thunderstorms, and whenever there was a storm at night, she would come into our bedroom and climb in between Joanne and me. In the mornings, she would always be asleep, cuddled up to Joanne in the bed, but one night, during a big storm, she came into our room as usual, and in the morning, she was cuddled up to me, sound asleep.
“I think you’ve won her heart,” Joanne said, smiling at me in the bed.

Things were a lot better from then on, and I found the best way to work things out was to give Sonya her own space, and to try to be the father figure, but not necessarily the father, if that makes sense, and we had a pretty happy family.

Joanne and I tried to have more kids, but after three years of trying, the doctor told me I could never father a child of my own, and in his words, I “only shoot blanks.” Still, we had Sonya, and we were happy.

I must have asked Joanne to marry me at least a dozen times over the years, but she would always say something like, “Why do you want to risk ruining a great relationship by getting married?” or “We’re really happy the way we are. There’s plenty of time for that later on. Let’s just leave it for now.” She probably had her reasons, but then Joanne was very much her own person.

I finally got her to come round, after nearly seven years together, and she let me slip an engagement ring on her finger. Then, within months, she was gone.

Toxaemia, was the cause, the doctors said, brought on by an infected cyst, and aside from the grief, I just couldn’t understand how, in this day and age, medical science couldn’t save her, but just like that, my beautiful, smart, funny, witty, intelligent Joanne was gone forever, and at nearly forty, I was left with a fifteen-year-old girl, on the very verge of womanhood herself, to bring up on my own.

Now, a little over a year later, Sonya was sixteen and a half years old, and was definitely growing into the beautiful young woman she was to become. She was about five feet, five inches tall, with a slim build that had only developed some womanly curves over the past few months. She had wavy, ash blonde hair, growing to just past her shoulders, blue-grey eyes, a pretty face, and a fair to medium complexion. Her breasts were still fairly small, but pert, rounded and well-shaped, and her bottom was cute, round, and getting more perfect by the month. Her shapely legs were starting fill out as well, so in a couple of years, she was probably going to be a stunner, but then, so was her mother. We had one solitary picture of her father, the “sperm donor,” as Sonya referred to him, that her mother had kept to show her what he looked like, but really about the only resemblance was in the shape of her head, and when she had certain expressions on her face, you could see Jeremy’s eyes.

Sonya was a remarkable girl, really. Although I tried to help around the house, my work sometimes involved long hours, so in addition to keeping the house in order, she still kept her school work on track, and managed to find time for a social life, and she kept herself fit with regular basketball.

After I had lost Joanne, a lawyer friend of mine had told me that, theoretically at least, if Jeremy ever came back on the scene, he could have been given custody of Sonya after her mother’s death, but this possibility seemed as remote as me becoming King of Denmark, and as Sonya herself had said, she would be eighteen years old in three years time, and legally an adult, so we decided it wasn’t an issue, and we left things the way they were.

Over dinner that night, Sonya and I chatted about my day at work, her day at school, and the comings and goings of her friends, and after I helped her to clean up the kitchen, we watched some TV in the family room. We watched a new detective drama, both of us chuckling at the over-acting, and the absurd storyline, and after the late news, I decided to go to bed. I said goodnight to Sonya, kissed the top of her head as she sat on the couch, and retired to my bedroom. I had an en-suite bathroom off my bedroom, and after a quick shower, I put on some short summer pyjamas, and got into bed.

I lay in the dark, and I could hear Sonya in the shower down the hall. As I lay there, I had a pleasant train of thought going through my head. My love life, of course, had been zero since I lost Joanne, and it had been over a year now. I had not been with a woman in that time, although to be honest, my right hand had been getting some action, but I was thinking that this might change soon. One of my clients had an office assistant, good-looking and aged around her mid-thirties. There was no sign of a ring on her finger, and over the last month or so, she had been sending me signals, and making it clear she was available and interested, each time I visited his office. In fact, on my last visit, the previous day, she had given me her private phone number, “just in case” her boss was unavailable after hours.

As I contemplated where this might lead, if I followed her up, I began to hear the first sounds of rain outside. Oh well, the farmers will be happy, I told myself, lying there in the dark.

Then, after a few minutes, I heard the first crack of thunder, and I saw flickers of light through the gap in the curtains, signalling that there were more to come. A second crack of thunder came, rolling and booming off into the distance, and a moment or two later, I heard Sonya’s voice at my door. “Leon,” she called in the dark, “can I come in?”

“Yeah,” I said, flicking on the bedside light. Sonya came into the room, wearing a very short, pale blue silk nightdress, with ruffled sleeves and a low v-neck, trimmed with lace. She walked to the left side of my bed, and said, “Can I get in with you? That thunder’s a bit scary up in my room.”

I took note of what she was wearing, and said, “Look, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” she asked right back.

“Umm, I think you’re a little old to be getting in here with me,” I said, trying to make it sound non-negotiable.

“Come on, Leon,” she continued, undeterred, “Can you hear that outside?”

“Look, I know, but…,” Suddenly, there was a huge clap of thunder, that seemed to go straight over the house, shaking the ceiling, and rattling the windows and pictures on the wall. In a flash, Sonya dived under the covers, next to me. I gave up, lying there on my left side, and I said, “Okay, but stay over on your side,” and just for a laugh, I added, “and no snoring.”

“You ought to talk,” she smiled, “ Some nights I can hear you up in my room. Anybody’d think you were revving up a chainsaw in here.”

“You’ve always got an answer, haven’t you,” said, flicking off the bedside light.

“All depends on the question,” Sonya answered, still smiling, but giving no clue what she really meant. I turned over on my right side, with my back to her, and said, “Good night.”

“Night, Leon,” she answered, as we lay there in the dark, with the rain hammering down outside.

I must have dozed off fairly quickly, and I don’t know how long I was asleep, but it probably wasn’t long. When I woke up, I was on my back again, and I found that Sonya was lying on her right side, on my left, with her left leg over my hips, and her left arm over my chest. My left shoulder felt like it was in between her soft breasts.

Immediately, my cock went hard. At forty, I no longer had the hair trigger, crystal-hard erection I had at eighteen, but spurred on by this lovely female body wrapped around me, and the sweet, girly smell of her skin and hair, my cock felt harder than it had been for years. Worse yet, it was poking into her leg, or at least I was hoping it was only her leg.

Thank God she’s asleep, I thought to myself, but as I was about to gently move away from her, my heart sank when I heard her say, “What’s that?”

Her voice was wide-awake, and she sounded like she was smiling. “Nothing,” I said.

“That’s not ‘nothing’,” Sonya said, “I can feel it.”

I started to turn myself, to move my hips, and to stop my hard tool from pressing into her, and she said, “What are you doing?”

“Just getting comfortable,” I said, my voice a little strained from the effort.

“No you’re not,” Sonya said, still with that smile in her voice, “You’re moving so that thing won’t stick into me like that.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea for you to get in here with me.”

“You don’t have to apologise. It’s only natural,” Sonya said brightly, “You’ve got a girl cuddled up to you, and your hormones took over. You can’t help it.”

“But you’re, …” I started, but Sonya cut me off.

“Your daughter?” she began, “No, I’m not. In fact, I’m really not even your stepdaughter.” Sonya paused to let that sink in, and continued, “You and Mum were never married, and you didn’t adopt me, so technically, you and I are just a girl and a guy living in the same house.”

“Well, technically,” I said, mocking her tone, “I’m still your guardian.”

“Just because you’re my guardian doesn’t mean you have to be an angel,” Sonya replied, smugly. As I had said to her earlier, she had always had an answer.

I reached over with my right hand and flicked on the bedside light. Fortunately, I could reach it without moving. “Look,” I started, “this has gone far enough. You better get off me and go back to your room.”

“Or what?” Sonya said, mischievously, “You’ll put me over your knee?”

“Maybe I should have done that a long time ago,” I said, trying to sound serious, “Now come on, hop up.”

“You want me off, you’ve gotta get me off,” she said, pausing and adding, “And when I say ‘get me off’, I mean ‘lift me off,” pausing again, and smiling, “not the other kind of getting off. You know what I mean.”

I chose to ignore that, and said, as seriously as I could, “This has gone a bit too far. Now come on, you’ve gotta get out of here.”

Sonya was still wrapped around me, her left thigh over my hips, and she said, “It hasn’t gone anywhere, yet.” Her smile was very mischievous.

“Come on, get off me,” I said, determined not to play around with her. Sonya had never done anything like this.

“I’ll consider getting off, if you answer one question, truthfully,” she said, looking me in the eyes.

“Anything,” I sighed.

Sonya continued looking me in the eyes, and said, suddenly very serious, “Leon, have you ever thought about me in a sexual way?” She kind of sounded like she expected me to answer ‘yes’.

“No,” I said, truthfully, giving my head a little shake. I will admit that I fantasised about some of her friends from time to time, but in all honesty, the closest I had ever come to having a sexual thought about her was that afternoon, when I caught myself looking at her bottom in her little shorts, and I really didn’t think that counted.

“We’re not really related, you know,” Sonya said, “and if we did anything, you know, like, having sex, you couldn’t get me pregnant, either.”

“I know that,” I replied, “but it just wouldn’t be right.”

“Why not?” she persisted.

“Because it just wouldn’t be right,” I said.

“You’re talking in circles,” Sonya said, “That’s not like you.”

“Look,” I said, thinking I had an answer that would shut her down completely, “I’ve lived half my life already. You’re just starting yours. Besides, what girl wants to lose her virginity to her stepfather?”

“Who says I’m a virgin?” she answered, meeting the challenge head-on.

That was news to me. “Oh,” I said, “I didn’t know that. You’re more grown up than I thought, then, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to know how many times?” she asked, with that mischievous smile.

“I think it would be inappropriate if I asked,” I said, flatly.

“Inappropriate,” Sonya repeated, her smile even wider, “Leon, that’s so cute! Look at me! Look at us! And you don’t want to say anything inappropriate.”

I didn’t answer. I was still coming to terms with the fact that Sonya had already had sex.

“Anyway,” she said, proudly, “I’ve done it a grand total of seven times.”

“Son-ya,” I said, “I hope you were safe.”

“Safe sex all the way,” she answered, “We both had crash helmets on.”

“Come on,” I said.

“No, seriously, we used condoms, so it was all good. Except, he couldn’t make me come,” Sonya said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world for her to say something like that to me. Maybe I’d kept the lines of communication a little too open in the past.

“Too much information,” I said hastily.

“Well, it’s true,” Sonya said, still undeterred, “It felt like there was more to come, but it never happened.”

I sighed, and seeing that Sonya had raised the subject, and showed no sign of being swayed off it, I said, “Maybe what you had was an orgasm, but you expected more.”

“I know what an orgasm feels like,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

I didn’t answer, but just raised my eyebrows at her. What could I say to that?

“Leon, I’ve been playing with myself for ages,” Sonya went on, once again as though this was normal conversation material, “and lately, it’s started getting better and better, and better, until it was fan-tastic!” She paused for effect, and said, “So, I know what an orgasm feels like, okay.”

All this conversation had at least made my erection subside a little, but it was still making its presence known. “Go to bed,” I said, sternly.

“I am in bed,” she smiled.

“Go to your own bed,” I answered, “Now.”

Then, Sonya moved her head from the position she was in, still with her thigh draped over me, and kissed me on the mouth. I remained still, with my lips tightly closed, not responding in any way. She drew back from the kiss, and I said, “Sonya, go to your bed now.”

Sonya moved her left hand up from under the covers, and she gently touched the centre of my forehead with her index finger. “Up here,” she said, “you want me to go.” Then, she moved her hand down, and touched my erect cock through my pyjamas, and she said, “Down there, you don’t.”

I could feel myself wanting to give in, but I remained motionless, and I said, “Please go.”

Sonya kissed me again, but I refused to respond in any way, keeping my lips closed, my face stony. She drew back from the kiss again, and said, “Leon, I love you more than any other person on earth. I know what it’s like to be fucked by a boy. Now I want you to show me what it’s like to make love with a man.”

I swallowed. That was the moment I gave into the siren song that Sonya was singing to me. She kissed me a third time, and I kissed her back, tasting the sweetness of her beautiful mouth. Was I wrong? Probably, but I was only a man, and I couldn’t help but surrender to the surge of love, lust, desire, and intense hunger for this beautiful girl who was wrapped around me.

“If you want me to stop, or you start to feel uncomfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop,” I told her, my voice rasping. “I’m not gonna stop you,” Sonya answered, solemnly.

I moved my right hand up from my side, under the covers, and I placed it on her bottom. Her short nightdress had ridden up, and I felt that her smooth, firm buttocks were bare. “You’re not wearing any pants. You planned this, didn’t you?” I said, her face still close to mine.

“No,” Sonya smiled, “but I came dressed for the occasion, just in case.”

I kissed her again, the first time our kiss had been initiated by me. She offered me some tongue, and I accepted. The kiss was exquisite. “I want you, Leon,” Sonya whispered.

I decided that if I was going to make love to this beautiful girl, it would be a crime against nature if I didn’t allow myself to taste her all-but-virginal pussy. I gently turned her over onto her back, on my left, and I moved my hand up her thighs to her pussy, feeling her pubic hair, and the warm, slick wetness of her inner lips. “There seems to be a lot of wetness down there. I’d like to do something about that,” I said.

The look on Sonya’s face told me that she didn’t know what I meant, but she was willing to let me proceed anyway, so I pulled back the covers, and gently lifted her nightdress to expose her pussy for the first time. It was breathtakingly beautiful, with a neat triangle of pubic hair, about a shade darker than the hair on her head, and the inner lips pink and pretty, just slightly swollen. I kissed her softly on the apex of her triangle of pubic hair, and I gently inhaled the sweetish, tangy scent of her pussy. “You’re going to go down on me, aren’t you?” Sonya asked, quietly, biting her lip.

“Yes,” I answered, “if that’s okay.”

“Nobody’s ever done that,” she said, “I’m glad you’re the first.”

Very gently, I parted Sonya’s thighs a little. Their skin was incredibly soft and smooth to my touch, and I kissed her inner lips, just below the hood of her clitoris. Then, I used my tongue to taste her left inner lip, and the fluid that was oozing from her. I brushed her little clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and she flinched, and then I probed the entrance to her pussy with my tongue, tasting the inner walls. Sonya had entrusted this part of herself to me, and I fully intended to give her as much pleasure as I could, before taking my own, but truly, I was so excited, I could have simply mounted her and fucked her without any further foreplay, at that moment.

I was very conscious of that fact that, although Sonya’s pussy had been tried and tested, the limits of the pleasure her body could give her were yet to be explored. I began to gently brush her clit with my tongue again, and she responded by moving her hips, and giving out a gasping sigh. I started to very gently suck on her clit, moving my lips back and forth slightly, and Sonya began to move her hips again, making a whimpering sound, “Oh-oh-oh-oh…..,” her voice wavering, then she said, as her chest began to heave, “Leon, that’s beautiful. Don’t stop!”

I kept going, and with her hips gyrating, Sonya clenched both fists across her belly, and said, “Ohh, I love that! I love that!” then after a ragged intake of breath, she called out, “That’s so much better,” pausing for a gasping breath, “than it is when I do it!”

Suddenly, her whole body shook, she lifted her thighs, and bent her knees, and I had to hold her pelvis down to keep my mouth on her clit. With her arms and hands clenched across herself, she made a sound like a small scream, gritted her teeth, and her whole body spasmed once, and she relaxed with a long sigh. I released her clit from my mouth, and looked up at her face.

“Kiss me,” Sonya said, taking a quick breath, “Let me taste myself on your mouth.”

I moved up to kiss her. It was a deep, wet, sexy kiss, as she used her lips to take as much of her juices from mine as she could. Then, with our faces still close, she said, “You know how I told you I knew what an orgasm feels like?”

I nodded, and said, “Yes.”

“Well, that was much better than the do-it-yourself version,” Sonya said.

“I’m not finished yet,” I said.

“Help yourself,” Sonya answered.

It was now time for me to fuck Sonya. I slipped my pyjama shorts off, revealing my hard tool. Sonya looked at it, and then back at me. “That looks big,” she said, rather seriously.

I moved between Sonya’s thighs, and I saw that the opening of her tight little pussy was pouting just slightly, and glistening with moisture. She was looking at my face, waiting for me to enter her. I placed my cock at her entrance, and eased it in a little way. She took a sharp breath, and said, “Keep going.”

I took about six gentle thrusts before I was fully inside her snug, wet pussy, and the inner walls moulded themselves to every contour of my cock, like a silken glove. The slightest movement inside was ecstasy for me, and she said, “That feels huge, Leon.”

“It’s a very snug fit. That’s why,” I said, as I took the weight on my elbows, and moved down to kiss her sweet little mouth. I started to move, with just slow, shallow thrusts, allowing Sonya to get used to the feelings before I picked up the pace. She wasn’t moving her own pelvis at all, but that was okay because she was only new at this.

“Leon, this feels so good. Is it good for you?” she said, looking up at me.

“It’s lovely, Sonya,” I said, swallowing, “Just lovely.”

“Are you gonna come soon?” she asked.

“Probably,” I said, “You’re so tight, I’m not sure I can last,” I said, truthfully. The snug fit of her beautiful pussy was affecting my self-control, and the feelings were starting to build up inside me. I wanted to make her come first, but she was so incredibly beautiful, and her pussy so tight, wet and warm, that I wondered how long I could last.

“Just go for it,” Sonya said, with a little strain in her voice, “I’ve already come. I’ll be okay” She took a shuddering breath, and said, “We’ve got all night anyway.”

I had wanted to hold on, to let her experience an orgasm from a man making love to her, but now that she had invited me to take my pleasure, I increased the pace of my thrusting just a little. I didn’t want to hammer her tender young pussy before it was ready for such treatment, but my own body was taking over, moving of its own accord towards the sexual release I was craving. I was thrusting moderately fast and hard, probably harder than I had planned at first, but Sonya seemed okay with the way things were going.

“Are you gonna come soon?” Sonya said, her voice becoming urgent.

“I think so,” I said. My own breathing was becoming ragged.

“Leon,” Sonya said, her voice a little louder, “I think I am, too. I think I’m gonna come again!”

“That’s good! That’s great!” I answered. I could hear the strain in my own voice.

“Leon, I can’t control it!” Sonya cried.

“Don’t try,” I said, “Just let it happen.” The pleasure was building up inside me.

I kept on thrusting, and Sonya started to make that whimpering sound again, “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh…” her voice wavering, and catching when she took a breath, her face starting to twist a little, then her eyes widened, and she made that little sound like a little scream, again. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, and she began to move her own pelvis to meet my thrusts, crying, “Ohhh, Leon!”

Sonya’s pussy was tight enough as it was, but it began to spasm with her climax, and that was it for me. My own orgasm burst and ripped through me, as I spurted my seed into Sonya’s beautiful pussy. The hot wave of pleasure that surged through me was almost unbearable, and more intense than any orgasm I had felt for years. I kept thrusting hard into Sonya, as that oh-so-sweet feeling ran its course, and I came back to reality, and she pulled me down to kiss me hard on the mouth.

Her voice was shaky, and her breathing was rapid, but she said, “We came together, Leon. That was perfect.”

I could only nod. I could barely speak.

“Hold me,” Sonya said, “Hold me, Leon. Hold me all night.”

I rolled over to my left, on Sonya’s right, in my big double bed, and I put my arms around her lovely body, holding her to me as we dropped off to sleep, and that was how we spent the night. Two people, a girl and a guy who lived in the same house, a beautiful young siren, and a guardian, who was certainly no angel.

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It was late summer, on a Friday afternoon, after a long week, as I turned into my driveway, and there was Sonya, playing a solo game of basketball with the hoop over the garage door. The weather was still warm, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a pink sleeveless top, and as she jumped gracefully into the air to take a shot, I thought, She moves just like her mother.   She put the ball straight through the hoop, caught it on its first bounce off the concrete, and then turned to...

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Sonya Switches

A "Hot Rags" short Chapter 1 Sonya came home; Jessie was waiting impatiently. "Did you get it?" "Uh huh." "Where is it?" "Here." It was a small bottle of... liquid something. It was thick and viscous, opbviously. It was black as black ink at midnight. It was in a small cut-glass bottle with a beautifully-scrolled "#9" engraved into one of its sides. "How's that supposed to help?" "I don't know -- Nikki just said for us to go up to the bedroom and undress and then...

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Sonya Sissy Panties c2c

How many XH members do anything other than wank to the content? How many wonder what it would be like to play c2c with someone else? Well I've gone into this unseen world and this story is a compilation of several sessions in one with a XH friend who I shall call Bill.The first step is doing a bit of planning and preparation. I look around me and check that all the items I will need are in place. I log into Skype and click on his link. Finally my friend appears on screen and we exchange ...

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Sonya Sissy Diary No2

I drove through the pub car park to the furthest corner where I could see just one car parked where we had agreed. He was front out, so I went in front first and when our windows were in line I opened mine, “Hi Pauline”, “Hi Sonya”. We had exchanged a few messages online, but neither profile had a face pic – we only knew what our cocks looked like!“Can we go somewhere safe?” he asked“Yes, we drive to X, then switch to one car. Do you know the way?” (X is a local...

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Siren

They pulled a polyethylene drop sheet over his body as he lay in the trench. Demonic laughter merged with the sound of heavy plastic. “Dancin’ with the devil now, motherfucker,” somebody said up above the crinkle. More laughter, voices fading off toward the outer fringes of the junkyard. They left the knife in his thigh, along with three bullets in the trunk of his body. Officer Townes Baylor was rat feed. Everything was a swirl of nothing and darkness. No angels showed up to lead...

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Rescued or Ensnared by a Siren

From far, far away, Prince Vandar felt gentle hands touch him and the warm current of the ocean as he was drawn swiftly through… Soft lips breathing lifegiving air into his own parched lips were the next sensation Vandar felt. He was incredibly weak and in severe pain but he was intensely grateful for the life-sustaining contact. As his senses awakened he could tell that someone had pulled the remaining part of the arrow shaft from him and he was lying on his back. When he coughed...

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Sonya8217s Dirty Thoughts While She Works At Her Dad8217s Family Business

Hello everyone, I often read others stories from my mobile phone. I usually slip into bed while my hubby is busy watching his space shows on TV. I enjoy reading erotica late at night while rubbing myself as I skim through stories on indiansexstories2.net. For change, I decided to unload fantasizes for everyone to read. You will get to meet Sonya and learn what excites her mind. Hope you enjoy and do provide feedback since this is my first attempt. Here we go! Ah! Another cold bleary day and I...

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Rescued or Ensnared by a Siren

From far, far away, Prince Vandar felt gentle hands touch him and the warm current of the ocean as he was drawn swiftly through ... Soft lips breathing life giving air into his own parched lips were the next sensation Vandar felt. He was incredibly weak and in severe pain but he was intensely grateful for the life-sustaining contact. As his senses awakened he could tell that someone had pulled the remaining part of the arrow shaft from him and he was lying on his back. When he coughed and...

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Diaphanous Siren

Soft blue eddies around the slow scissor motion of her thighs as she wades toward the sand. The slow rock of her stride reduces the sea to ripples of turquoise honey. Fingers trail ribbons along the surface, nails lightly scoring a lover’s skin. She falters, as if stepping on a shell takes her by surprise. A passing flaw in her selfless poise. She pauses, closes her epicanthic eyes and fingers back wet hair like a waterfall of midnight. Strands catch. She fights the tangle to brush it off her...

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Sonyas Siren Song Part 2 Educating Sonya

In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she awoke, but just in case, I quietly slipped out of the side of my bed, and put my pyjama pants back on. I looked down at the still-sleeping Sonya, lying with her back to me, and I remembered that under the covers, she probably still had her silk nightdress...

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Sonyas Siren Song Part 2 Educating Sonya

This story continues on directly from my first story, Sonya’s Siren Song. In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she awoke, but just in case, I quietly slipped out of the side of my bed, and put my pyjama pants back on.I looked down at the still-sleeping Sonya, lying with her back to me, and I remembered that...

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Siren of the Seas

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Siren Song

Thanks to darkniciad for helpful editing. Michael passed through the kitchen, dropping the order of service on the table without much thought. In the bedroom he took off the black wool suit and hung it in the closet. What a useless gesture. He would never wear it again. The phone rang. It was his daughter, Emma. ‘I’m fine,’ he told her. ‘I’m just going to take a nap.’ He dreamed he sailed his mirror dinghy out to sea. This made no sense at all, but dreams don’t make any sense. When was the...

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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 9 Blossoming DangerChapter 2 Sirenrsquos Call

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The Siren

'Do you see her?' Jeremy peered through the slot in the bolted door. 'Yes, I can.' The woman inside was standing in the centre of the room and staring back at him. Her gaze was fixed on him and she was smiling intently. 'She's been there a week now. Still settling down.' 'Why is she in there?' 'She was in her ward several weeks ago when staff found her with the body of a young man.' Jeremy looked perplexed. 'Was he murdered?' 'Well, at first he didn't appear to be. When...

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Second Time Through Book IVChapter 12 The Sirens Song

Wednesday, July 21, 1971 Kalani was propped up on one elbow as she lightly ran her fingertips across my chest. Of all the ways to wake up, this was one of my favorites. I could really feel her love, and I just wanted to lie there and bask in its warm glow. “Good morning, your majesty” I smiled as I greeted her. “Good morning, my prince,” she replied. “I shall miss having you by my side today.” “Truthfully, neither you nor Mikeya need me there. And there is so much I can do in other ways...

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Alone finally. The only sounds that grace my ears are the gentle winds of the west blowing down the hills, and through the large pines that guard the cabin from the evening sun. The commercial world is non-existent out here. No TV, no billboards, no skyscrapers, no cars, only one small power line for electricity, and my dependable pickup to get me to the nearest hamlet for supplies. I don’t live up here all the time, but when work, and life overwhelm me, I come to this small piece of Eden. Here...

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The Sirens Song

May 8, 2018 The task was not simple, and the outcome uncertain. For four days and nights, the men of the Helen’s Grace had been sailing through stormy seas south out of Ithaca before turning towards the east and heading directly into the wind, forced to row in brutal shifts as the waves crashed rapid and choppy against their bow. The men were stoic, as was expected by their captain and those who had celebrated their quest in the week-long festival held in their honor before their departure....

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Aajker Sondhe Shudhu Dipika R Songe

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Sirens Song

I should have said no. It should have been easy to say no. But I didn't... A siren blares outside of the room I have rented for a week. The flashing red and blue lights penetrate through the barred window, briefly spreading a ghastly illumination on this tiny space as they speed away, answering a call for help. I lay on the floor in my sleeping bag, a deep yearning clamping painfully around my heart as the siren slowly fades out. I need help, but there's no one for me to call. And who...

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Helping out a friend 3 another business trip 2 Sing a song

I slept like the dead, and woke up to the room phone ringing. "Sir, Mr Lim's driver is waiting for you." said the voice on the other end. "That's impossible, our meeting isn't until tomorrow," I replied. As it turned out, we crossed the international date line, so we did actually have a meeting that day. My bad. Worse, was that I was also supposed to have dinner with Mr Lim, and one of his Jr VPs, that evening, even though I'd made a date with our sexy flight attendants....

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Good Medicine Junior YearChapter 73 Sing Sing A Song

March 30, 1984, McKinley, Ohio “What are we doing with a full day off?” Clarissa asked when I returned from my run on Friday morning. “I had no plans except to relax until our concert tonight. Most everyone has at least one exam today, so it can just be us, if you want.” “Get your shower and come back to bed.” I quickly showered, dried off, and climbed into bed with Clarissa. She snuggled close and I put my arm around her as she got into our usual cuddling position, with her left arm and...

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Sing Me a Song

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Redemption Song

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After the Energists Rebooted Teen YearsChapter 60 Last Song

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Changes in Paradise Part 16 Science Sons and Sirens the Saga continues

Disclaimer: If you're underage, stop reading. If you're offended by transgender or transsexual ideas, stop reading; and if you're unlikely to enjoy erotic descriptions of sex, stop reading. This story is adult material. Finally, if mermaids aren't your "thing," read this story anyway; it might change your mind. Please read "Changes in Paradise, Parts 1 - 15," if you haven't already, and please take a moment to post a comment to the site on which this story appeared, or send an...

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Good Medicine Junior YearChapter 16 Sing Me a Love Song

July 28, 1983, McKinley, Ohio On Thursday evening I was sitting in my room, practicing my guitar after having spoken with Tasha and confirmed our date for Sunday. Just after 9:00pm, there was a knock at the door. “It’s unlocked! Come in!” The door opened and Milena walked in, closing the door behind her. “Hey!” I replied. “What’s up?” “Got some time for me?” “Always. What can I do for you?” “Sing me a love song and then make love to me?” “Your wish is my command!” I grinned. “Come sit...

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After the Energists Championships Concerts CompletionAfterward lsquoWelcome to the lsquo Concert Playlists and Book 6 Chapter Song

With the NIS program finally over, here are the playlists from the Welcome to the... concert that Mike and the Time Bandettes, and the Shania Twain Band played at the John Labatt Center in London. I regularly used ‘unique’ web-links to songs to get a feel for how other bands have played these songs. For example, I used Nickelback’s cover of ZZTop’s Sharp Dressed Man as a guide for what Mike and the Time Bandettes, and the lighting crew did during this song. In the Chapter Songs’ list, I did...

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Act III Sarahs song

Summer was now over and school was in full session. I had reconnected with Sarah and now she was the only thing on my mind. She was so beautiful with her black hair, bright green eyes, and the glasses she would occasionally wear, slipping the contacts on when she felt self-conscious. She wore converse no matter the time or season and I loved it.We were so alike in so many ways. We liked many of the same shows and read many of the same books. Our trauma was different, but we had a mutual...

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The Survivor ch 2 Myras Song

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The Survivor ch 2 Myras Song

Part 1: The Hunt  Myra crept through the thick brush one careful step at a time. Rain had recently fallen and the slope she was descending was as slippery as it was steep. She was all too aware that one wrong step would send her sliding down to the bottom of the gully and give her presence away. Reaching a tree about halfway down the slope, she leaned against it and held her breath, listening to the sounds of the forest. The birds had gone silent and it seemed even the sounds of the insects had...

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Sing a Healing Song

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Drum Song

It was the summer of 1683 when Jean Riel arrived in Lachine. His long journey from Limrik, Ireland to New France had finally concluded.The son of a French soldier and an innocent Irish maid he had stayed in Ireland after his father returned to France. He lived with his mother in Limrik until the age of sixteen when he travelled to find his father, with no success, and enlisted in the French Army. He was home visiting his mother on annual leave when word came that he was being re-assigned to the...

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After the Energists Championships Concerts CompletionChapter 46 Trust in Me The Pythons Song

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Sirens A Bold New Dawn

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Terrys Song

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Turning On The Sirens

“Hey, you alright?” Sarah touched Hayley’s shoulder. “Yeah, why?” Hayley responded as she turned her head to catch the backside of a suited young man who'd been walking closer and closer towards them for the past minute. He wasn’t as attractive as she’d hoped, but, he did have a great body.  “You’ve been quiet for like two minutes.”  “Really?” Sarah still hadn’t really zeroed in on Sarah’s feelings, she had enough to process just on her own.  “Yeah, what’s up? I usually couldn’t...

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Turning On The Sirens

Introduction: Sometimes, its the small things that shape ones destiny. In Hayleys case, that thing was a little alarm that went off one rainy college evening just as she was about to get off while making love to her boyfriend Nathan. Shes now compelled to tell what happened that night to her best friend Sarah. Hayley walked through town with her best friend Sarah. They were on route to an outdoor concert in the park situated in the middle of town. It was a beautiful spring day and she had the...

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Arkham Sexy Sirens

You arrive at the abandoned office where Poison Ivy is holding Catwoman captive. Catwoman, Selina Kyle, mentioned Ivy was angry with her for letting her plants die. You didn’t think anything of it at the time – plants are plants, sometimes they die. It was a mistake to think that an eco-terrorist like Ivy would simply let go of the incident. And shortly after rescuing you from the collapsed warehouse, Selina disappeared. The tracker you put on her led you here. The front of the tall office...

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Turning On The Sirens

Sometimes, it's the small things that shape one's destiny. In Hayley's case, that thing was a little alarm that went off one rainy college evening just as she was about to get off while making love to her boyfriend Nathan. She's now compelled to tell what happened that night to her best friend Sarah.  * Hayley walked through town with her best friend Sarah. They were on route to an outdoor concert in the park situated in the middle of town. It was a beautiful spring day and she had the whole...

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Oceans Song

Elaina stood on the cliff, gazing out at the ocean that roared constantly, singing a song to her. She had never belonged anywhere before; she usually wandered the world, doing as she pleased. However, she always found herself returning to this place. There were voices in the water, onces that told her of love and belonging. She craved the completeness of it, and often thought of jumping into the crashing waves, defying death. She never did thought. Always she left, and always she returned....

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