Sonya Siren Song
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I heard faint noises downstairs, and I decided to investigate. I pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans and grabbed the old pump shotgun that had served me so well in Vietnam from under my bed and crept downstairs to check. My Ranger training came into play, and I moved soundlessly, down the stairs and into the living room. A pair of vague shadowy figures were searching through the cabinet that housed my collection of antique silver. I announced my presence in a sudden and intimidating manner. I...
The couple took a seat in the swingers club, their first time together at the sex-fueled night spot, but the Siren had been on the prowl there before looking for fresh meat. They had a few drinks, took in the scenery. Behind the Siren, in full view of her man, another seductress spread her legs wide, no panties underneath her red dress, exposing a shaved pussy begging for attention. The Siren decided to put on her toy, a vibrating insert in her panties, with the controller in the hands of her...
Introduction: This is a follow up to a previous story The following takes place the morning after Sonya, a senior manager in the bank, who was leading some of the training on a residential course, had been well fucked by Michael, one of the young males that she manages. There were 5 young males that Sonya manages on the course and they had got her really drunk and then Michael took advantage of her in her room. This story follows on from the end of the previous story: Sonya stripped off what...
It was his quickly concocted scheme that had sown a rift between the forces of Earthrealm, and since it had worked so well, the evil sorcerer decided not to kidnap Sonya Blade, and force Liu Kang into a decisive battle to save her. They would injure each other heavily, and whoever won, had no chance- or at least this was Shang Tsung’s line of thought. What he did not know, was the scheming of Kitana, the princess of Outworld. She understood Sonya’ feelings, and liked the idea of a female...
This story was written for my wife Sonya. Story Codes: (F/M, fist, forced)Sonya's forced Fantasy (aka Sonya's Story) (c) 2010 by DireWolfSonya was a hot twenty-something brunette at 5'5, 108 pounds with wide flaring hips, a curvy ass and perky B cup breasts. She had a great smile as well that lit up any room she was in. She did not have many relationships, preferring the long lasting ones instead of one-night stands.One day, Sonya's computer broke down and she called the local repair...
She would get her chance to avenge her partner’s violent death by participating in an interdimensional tournament, where an evil sorcerer named Shang Tsung hoped his army of monsters from the Outworld would secure a tenth consecutive victory, allowing him to invade Earthrealm. Somehow, Kano was her opponent, as he came from a stone-built structure into the circular area covered in ochre sand. Already visibly disdainful of Kano, the American Special Forces operative became even angrier when...
Chapter 1 – Sonya's hair It seemed to Sonya that her Mistress stayed angry with her all thetime lately. No matter what Sonya did, it was wrong and she was punished. Asshe finished loading the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen after dinner,she sighed. It was the loud SIGH from Sonya that caught Mistress Martine's attention.Dammit, she thought to herself, that girl had been a pain in the ass the pastfew weeks. All she did was moan and groan and sigh and complain about whatshe had to do. It...
Introduction: This is just a short story and I would appreciate any constructive comments. By now Sonya was nearly 40 and a senior manager in the bank, in charge of a department of over 300. After 2 kids, her body was not quite as firm as it once was, but she was still really hot. There were quite a few young males in their early twenties who worked for her and she was regarded as the ultimate MILF. Some of them were unashamed in their flirting with Sonya, and she didnt complain as she loved to...
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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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 ...
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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Straight SexFrom 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...
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...
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...
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...
Love StoriesIn 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...
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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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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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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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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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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