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Prying his eyes open, suffering the bone-deep fatigue of a night that hadn’t provided sufficient uninterrupted time for a full recovery, he grunted at the sight that greeted his blurred vision. Kathryn was atop Alejandro, and they were making out like young lovers who rarely got the chance. For a change, it didn’t appear that penetration was involved, though it was difficult to know for sure.
“Did you two get any sleep?” he grumbled.
“A question not unlike one I asked several times last night, and again this morning. Unfortunately, the answers provided were rarely satisfactory.”
“Hey,” she retorted, running her tongue along the tendons of his neck, “it wasn’t all my idea.” His extended silence finally guilted her into a retraction. “Okay, I guess maybe it was.”
When the Spaniard finally escaped to the bathroom, Kathryn rolled over and snuggled against Luke. His sleepy attempt at righteous pique endured for almost ten whole seconds before he relented and gathered her into his arms.
“I apologize for failing to provide your usual morning service, but under the circumstances...”
“No, no, it’s fine,” he chuckled. “I think I’m gonna need all the energy I can muster. Speaking of which...”
She tensed. “Luke, before you start, I have to tell you some things. You might not like all of them, but I want you to let me finish before you respond. Last night...”
He kissed the top of her head. “You and Alejandro had hours — quite possibly many hours — of sex, first here on the bed and then all over the bedroom. Maybe in the bathroom as well, though I may have slept through most of that. You said a whole bunch of things, both in and out of the heat of passion, that you think will worry me. You did things you didn’t do while I was awake, like sucking him off after he’d been in your ass, and a prostate massage that, as you correctly observed, I don’t particularly care for. And you even speculated about keeping him in your sexual orbit, which led to a long and difficult conversation about ... well, you remember what it was about. I have no idea how much I missed, but I still saw and heard a lot.”
In a flash, she was on top of him, her breathtaking green eyes searching his, searching for reassurance. “Oh god, really? All of that? You were awake that often? I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry. I was just...”
“ ... about to tell me everything that happened? Kathryn, my love, though there were occasional flashes of doubt and concern, each and every one was pointless. That the very first thing you’re moved to do this morning is confess means more to me than any of the actual words you were about to say. But you don’t need my forgiveness, because you didn’t do anything that requires it. I told you to enjoy yourself without restriction or restraint, and I meant it. Instead, you’ll have to settle for my love. I hope it’s enough.”
“It’s more than I’ll ever deserve,” she sighed, burying her face in his neck. She’s crying. This isn’t exactly how I thought today would start.
“Admittedly, listening to you describe just how much you love me with someone else’s massive schlong sawing in and out of your ass...”
“You doofus,” she laughed though her tears, playfully slapping his chest, “he wasn’t actually inside me while that part of the conversation was happening. I’m not that much of an unrepentant slut.”
“Really? I don’t know. I kinda think you are.” She trembled in his arms, and his organ swelled at the realization that she’d experienced another small climax in response to one particular word. That’s twice now. I really have to explore this with her.
“Okay, maybe you’re right. But no matter how much of a slut I am, it’s all for you, my love. All for you. You free me to be one.” She was reaching between them to introduce his cock into her hungry sex when Alejandro reentered the room.
“If you two are going to continue in this fashion, I suggest efficiency. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, after which I recommend a shower for everyone.”
“Wait a minute,” Kathryn objected, still holding on to Luke’s shaft and (for the moment) ignoring the photographer. “You’re being so accommodating and forgiving about last night because you’re about to be fucked eighty-five ways from Sunday by a supermodel, aren’t you?”
He grinned. “I admit it does put a rosy and optimistic glow on things. Out of curiosity, could you detail the eighty-five ways? I’d like to be prepared.”
“You didn’t hear that part?”
“Uh, no?”
“Oh, Luke. You have no idea what you’re in for.”
“Should I be afraid?”
“Only of dying from pleasure.” She kissed him and made her own retreat to the bathroom, pausing along the way for a brief whispered conversation with Alejandro. Luke gave him a questioning, curious look.
“She asked after a larger range of preparatory supplies than she employed last night.”
“Ah, right. That makes sense. What time is it, anyway?”
“6:47!” Kathryn called from the bathroom. Luke cackled as Alejandro’s brow furrowed.
“Would one of you please do me the courtesy of... ?”
“She has a frighteningly accurate internal clock. I try not to investigate too closely, because it’s more than a little creepy. For example: last night, when she said you were only in the shower for four and a half minutes or whatever? She not only meant it, I guarantee she was right.”
“It is a most distressing talent, and one she could never display in my industry. Expressing power by being late in a calculated fashion is very nearly the bedrock of our profession. Nonetheless, I understand now. Kathryn also told me that you overheard much of what happened last night.”
“Maybe not much, but at least some, and...”
“We should continue this conversation later, though I do indeed wish to continue it. If there was anything we did or said that you found hurtful, I apologize. However, I also assure you that you have nothing to worry about.”
“I’m not worried about anything I wasn’t worried two days ago. Well, actually I’m worried about one thing: if your guest is arriving as early as you said she would, are you sure we have enough time for three showers and breakfast?”
“Perhaps not, but there is sufficient time for breakfast and one shower. As you may or may not have noticed, it is quite large, includes multiple shower heads, and can easily accommodate far more than three people. You may also not be surprised to learn that it has.”
Luke chuckled. “I’m not sure the three of us in the shower at the same time is more efficient.”
“In this case, we will need to be. But do not be too disappointed. My guest has a great love of showers and their erotic possibilities. I am sure that we will be invited to explore them with her. Now, take this,” he insisted, reaching into a closet and handing Luke a robe, “and I will meet you downstairs. If Kathryn wishes for a robe of her own, tell her she can find one in the closet on the opposite side of the room. Unfortunately — or not, depending on your perspective — it will be sized for fashion models, which means that she will have difficulty concealing her vastly more generous curves. Not that I think any of us will mind very much if she cannot.”
By the time Luke descended the stairs, the room was filled with the enticing aroma of bacon. Eggs sizzled in a well-buttered pan, and the counter was covered with a formidable assortment of fruit, bread, even more butter, honey, and assorted fruit-based spreads.
“You are good at breakfast. How did you assemble all this so quickly?”
“As previously noted, it is my sole culinary skill. I have not made coffee. While the caffeine would be welcome, it...”
“Yeah, I know about the aftereffects. No worries. I’m a little tired, but given what’s coming I don’t think I’ll be falling asleep anytime soon.” Alejandro was already nibbling on the first batch of cooked bacon with a look of rapture on his face. He’d finished a slice, and was halfway through his second when he noticed Luke smirking at him as he reached for his own. “The Spanish love for all things porcine?”
“Indeed, but there is more to it. Like many models, my guest is a vegetarian. Well, strictly speaking she is a vegan, but I promised her that, while I could occasionally give up meat and fish for the pleasure of her company, I could not simultaneously abandon eggs and dairy. Long pursuit of her diet means she cannot digest most dairy products aside from well-aged cheeses, but she has learned to endure eggs on occasion, as long as I promise not to tell anyone. On the other hand, if you open the freezer you will encounter a truly depressing supply of tofu sausages, lentil burgers, and other atrocities I cannot bring myself to describe.”
Luke gave him a sympathetic pat on the arm. “I’m sorry, man.”
“I appreciate your sympathy, though as you will soon learn for yourself there are compensations. While we have a few minutes to ourselves, however, I would like to continue the conversation we began upstairs. Are you still okay with everything that happened, both yesterday and this morning?”
“At certain moments I was a little bit worried by what she was saying to you. But with more time to think about it, I’m fine. It’s just ... I’ve watched her have sex with someone else, but there’s an intimacy between the two of you that’s unsettling to witness. I suppose she might’ve gone through something similar last week while I was with my friend Wendy, but that’s ... well, it’s a long story, but it’s different. Thank you for what you said to her, by the way.”
“I was not surprised by her offer, for I have heard it at similar moments many times before. I know better than to agree, but it was hard-won knowledge. The first time I was invited to continue sharing a woman with or without her primary partner, I made the mistake of saying yes to a notion born in passion without understanding what I was putting at risk. It ended badly for all of us. I am making an exception to my usual restraint because I judge the situation to be manageable and her feelings for you resolute, but to attempt to extend it further under her current circumstances would be a mistake. It is true that I would relish the opportunity to be with her again, but she either needs to be completely unattached, or in a secure non-monogamous relationship. There is too much uncertainty otherwise, and uncertainty leads to entanglements that cannot be undone.”
“Well, if you change your mind, just know that I’d be okay with it.”
“While I thank you for your trust, you cannot necessarily keep speaking for her in this regard, and in any case the validity of the warning against it remains.”
“You’re right, and I know. I suppose we’re both using sex to run and hide, in a way.”
“So you heard that conversation as well? It was considerably more intense and revelatory than I expected, but it must have been much more so for you.” Alejandro was staring intently at Luke, attempting to assess the wisdom of probing more deeply. “It is probably not my place to say this, but given that my relationship with Kathryn precedes yours and the openness the three of us have shared, I am going to take the risk. You hold in your hands a very powerful but fragile situation; one that grows more fragile by the day, even as the strength of your feelings may seem to belie that characterization. She loves you, and you love her, but after her confession last night I am not sure either of you fully comprehend the stakes inherent in pursuing or abandoning that love. The road to togetherness will be difficult, as I think you would acknowledge. But even if you choose to part, this does not end with you returning to your life and her settling back into her marriage as if it has all been no more than a beautiful dream. Though it may appear otherwise, that is no longer one of the options before you. If you would heed my advice, be very, very careful, but do not be neglectful. Do not act in haste, but you must act.”
Luke really didn’t want to be having this conversation, especially when there was a day of exotic sex with a mysterious supermodel in front of him. And also, because I’m still in denial. Still running away. Still trying to evade responsibility for doing the right thing, whatever that is. “The only thing I’m sure of is that I don’t want to hurt her.”
“That may no longer be avoidable.”
“So everyone’s lining up to tell me.”
“There is often wisdom in crowds.”
“Plotting my sexual demise, gentlemen? Or commiserating over your own inevitable decline in performance?” Kathryn was sauntering down the stairs in a white silk robe that, as threatened, managed to conceal almost nothing. The bottom ended about an inch below the lower curve of her buttocks, the front was so loosely tied that both her sex and a fair portion of the inner swells of her breasts were exposed, and the material was so transparently thin that her erect nipples were fully on display.
“Well, we know which nympho-insomniac to thank for that, don’t we?”
She laughed. “I am a little sleepy, and I’ll probably pay the price for all this excess tomorrow, but I’m still far more horny than I am tired. Sex is always better than sleep, anyway. Especially with you two studs.” Walking straight to Luke, she wrapped her hands around his head and planted a heart-stopping kiss on his lips, turned and offered the same to Alejandro, and then ... with a salacious glint in her eye ... dropped to her knees, fished out his shriveled (but still massive) cock, and gave him a lusty slurp. Luke’s turn came next, after which she stood with her back against his chest, idly caressing his shaft with one hand and popping orange slices into her mouth with the other.
“Just how horny are you?”
“Think about the most worked up you’ve ever seen me.”
“There are so many options to choose from.”
“Think of all of them put together, then. And multiply that by ten. That’s how horny I am.”
“Alejandro, we’re going to die.”
“I fear you are correct. Thankfully, formidable reinforcements are on their way.”
“You told me all sorts of enticing things about her last night, but are you ever going to tell me who she is?”
Luke was about to offer up a guess, but Alejandro shushed him with a gesture. “I am quite sure she will prefer to craft her own introduction. I will not rob her of that pleasure.”
“But you told Luke?” she pouted.
“I did not, but I should be more specific: while she will most certainly enjoy introducing herself to Luke, it is you upon whom she will wish to make the greatest impression.”
“Me? But why?”
“You will learn soon enough. Now, let us enjoy breakfast and finish making ourselves ready. She will be here within the hour, and it would be better were there no visible reminders of bacon.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Luke mumbled through a mouthful of half-crisped pork fat.
They wolfed down their repast, chatting animatedly about everything but sex, then efficiently tidied the kitchen and raced upstairs. While their joint shower wasn’t exactly free of fondling or groping — mostly of Kathryn, who was delighted and aroused by the attention — nothing got too far out of hand, and they were soon toweling themselves off and reaching for their robes. Kathryn wrapped and tied hers as tightly as possible around her succulent curves, though it still didn’t hide much.
“It’s already seven ... uh, it’s about quarter to eight.”
“What time is it really, dear?” Luke’s voice dripped with affectionate sarcasm.
Blushing a bit, she murmured, “7:43. Anyway, I was afraid that we missed her arrival because we were messing around in the shower. I wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.”
“She has the codes for both the main door and the elevator. If she is here, I suspect she has already let herself in and will be waiting for us downstairs with great impatience.”
Kathryn looked anxious, but Luke was curious. “Based on what you’ve told us about her, I’m surprised she didn’t come up and join us in the shower.”
“I assure you that, while she has considered and reconsidered that option several times since her arrival, she deemed the opportunity to feel put out and ignored more satisfying.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“And now, Luke, you begin to understand what it is really like dealing with models.”
An extremely slender woman with medium-length black hair paced back and forth in front of the windows, her clunky platform heels beating a rigid tattoo on the wooden floor. She was dressed simply and casually, yet it was clear that a fair bit of thought had gone into her attire, as it was clothing designed to deflect notice and allow her to blend into an anonymous crowd. As a disguise — for that’s what it was — the entire ensemble was extremely effective; one would have to stare at her for a long while to realize that her studied anonymity couldn’t permanently obscure her stunning beauty.
Her smoky brown eyes were wide-set, the whites surrounding her irises so pure and vivid that they were almost luminescent. Her nose, forehead, and cheekbones were patrician and unmistakably Nordic, but her lips (even devoid of makeup) were considerably more generous, suggesting a decidedly more southerly origin. At the moment, those supremely inviting lips were curled into a disapproving frown. Her complexion offered the uninitiated no obvious clues to her ethnicity; too light to be olive or brown, too dark to be pinkish and pale, yet utterly without blemish or flaw.
My god. It’s her. It’s actually her! I can’t believe it.
Faith Anderssen was a supermodel. Of that there was no doubt. She could have rocketed to stardom on the strength of her unique and manifestly appealing looks alone; half-Norwegian and half-Persian, she existed in a visual universe all her own, and year after year she was universally acknowledged as one of the most beautiful people on the planet. But she was so much more than that; an up-and-coming actress of surprising talent, an inventive clothing designer, a nascent entrepreneur, and an international icon whose given name was almost never accompanied by her family name. There was no need. Everyone knew Faith.
But there was something else unusual about her, especially given her profession. She’d achieved her iconic status and worldwide fame without ever once appearing fully nude, nor even completely topless. Not even the most ambitious paparazzo had managed to catch her relaxing sans suit on some remote beach, and they’d certainly tried. To be sure, there were enough essentially transparent meshes, dangerously parted shirts, and other see-through clothing — whether on runways or in the pages of fashion magazines — for any dedicated admirer to have a very clear idea of what she was hiding, at least above the waist. But for a model of her immense stature, her career had been remarkably demure. And though she’d been photographed on the arms of countless actors, fellow models, and titans of industry, whether or not she was actually dating any of them was a subject of endless but frustrating speculation, for another thing that had never been captured was her offering even the slightest sign of physical or romantic affection to anyone, aside from her family. The whispered, never authoritatively confirmed or disputed, belief was that she was manifestly beautiful but asexual. Nor did she do or say anything to contradict such rumors.
During his restaurant career, Luke had served a fair number of models and actors, and while many tended to be fairly down-to-earth people ... and often extremely generous tippers ... they were rarely as attractive in real life as they were in print or on the screen. Such was most decidedly not the case with Faith, who was even more radiant in person than she was in her work, even while deliberately downplaying her beauty. It was impossible to avoid staring at her, and so Luke didn’t even try. He did force himself to close his mouth, surreptitiously stroking a finger across his chin to ensure he hadn’t actually drooled on himself.
“It smells like a slaughterhouse in here.”
Her accent was as mysterious as her visage; deep, sultry, and vaguely exotic, but with every syllable forged from hidden reserves of razor-sharp ice. That she was whip-smart, and legendarily impatient with anyone who assumed that someone in her field couldn’t be, was also well-known.
Alejandro just laughed, crossing the room and taking her into his arms, waiting out her annoyance until she relaxed enough for a kiss; one she returned with obvious affection, weaving her fingers through his unbound hair. Finally, she laughed and shoved him away.
“You made me wait.”
“You know you enjoyed it.”
“I did. I love everything you make me do. Since you’re all lounging about in your robes and it’s pretty clear none of you are wearing anything underneath them, these must be the friends about which I have heard so many scintillating things.”
“They are. Luke Bronson, Kathryn Lloyd Maddox, I would like you to meet...”
“Faith. Faith Anderssen,” she unnecessarily clarified. “Though I suspect, by his obvious signs of discomfort, that this deliciously handsome man has already figured that out. Both of you, please come nearer the window and into the natural light so I can see you more clearly. A lifetime of trying not to unattractively squint into photographers’ horrible lamps has rendered me a little bit blind.”
Luke staggered forward, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that a woman who’d featured in more than a few of his most unlikely fantasies was not only standing right in front of him, but was here — at least in theory — to join their orgiastic festivities. Faith looked him up and down, appraising him like a freshly slaughtered side of beef hanging from a meathook. And then she grabbed his head and captured his lips with hers in a fiery, carnivorous kiss. At first he was too shocked to move, much less respond, but eventually his instincts took over and his tongue emerged to duel with hers. To his surprise, he was even bold enough to run a hand down her back until it rested atop the taut, athletic upper curve of her buttocks.
“Mmmm, that’s much better,” she purred as she pulled away, swiping a stray drop of saliva from the corner of his mouth and feeding it into hers. “Luke, darling, please relax. I eat, drink, sleep, and most importantly fuck just like any other woman. All my holes are in the same place as everyone else’s, they’re not made of hand-blown crystal or virgin unicorn skin, and you’re going to be inside each and every one of them today, as often as you can manage. There’s absolutely no reason for hesitation, and certainly not awe. Do you know why? Because you can do absolutely anything to me. Anything you want. No restrictions. Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?” Numbness extended from the top of his scalp to the ends of his toenails, yet he somehow managed a nod. “Excellent. I can’t wait.” Offering him another kiss, this one only slightly less heated than the first, she finally turned her attention to Kathryn.
I’ve never seen her look shy before. Indeed, for the first time in his experience, Kathryn appeared tentative and uncertain, all her usual swaggering sexual confidence drawn inward like a protective shell. Faith was staring at her like a predator visually dissecting a tasty insect, lips pursed and arms akimbo. Luke noted that her fingers were twitching as if she was agitated. He glanced at Alejandro, surprised to see the photographer wearing a broad smile and radiating something between glee and amusement.
“And you’re Kathryn.” Her tone was so outrageously neutral that Luke couldn’t even begin to interpret it.
“Faith, it’s very nice to meet you. I apologize if I’m a bit speechless. I can’t believe how beautiful you are.”
The model twisted her head around to look at Alejandro, incredulity written all over her face. “Is she serious?”
With a puzzled frown, Kathryn protested, “Of course I am.”
Faith was still looking at the Spaniard. “You told me she was remarkable, and that I’d be jealous. I didn’t believe you, of course, because I maintain a thick armor of self-regard to help mask my raging insecurities. But now...” She turned back to look at Kathryn, but kept talking to Alejandro. “The next time you tell me I’m incomparably beautiful, I’m going to remind you what a fucking liar you are.”
“I have never once failed to mean it, Faith.”
“Oh, shut it. Look at her. Look at her! My god, she’s ... by the way, you also forgot to warn me that I’m an emaciated stick figure compared to her.”
“I assure you that...”
“Shut up. How the hell did you manage to let her slip through your fingers?”
“Faith, I...”
“Romantically, sexually, professionally, I don’t care. She’s ... sorry, Luke. But seriously: how?”
“Our romantic and sexual destinies were fated to be forever sundered, and after yesterday I am even more assured that it was for the best. As for her profession, I cannot exactly blame her for choosing law over modeling.”
“A lawyer. So she’s brilliant, too. Great. Thanks for making me feel stupid and decorative.”
Luke was looking back and forth between the model and the photographer, trying but failing to understand the drama playing out before him. To his surprise, the latter just winked as if this was a script he’d already written and that was playing out exactly as predicted. “You are very, very far from stupid, though I will admit that you are a most enticing decoration. If you would like to dangle prettily for a while, I believe we can arrange that later tonight.”
For a moment, Faith closed her eyes and shuddered. It was nearly identical to the reaction Kathryn experienced when he called her a slut. Was that ... did she just... ?
“Oh, you silver-tongued photographers always know the right thing to say. Happily, your tongues can be put to even better uses. Now, my darling Kathryn, I’m so terribly sorry for being rude to you. I’m a bitchy, selfish dilettante who can’t deal with people unless they’re constantly kissing my delectable ass, and I can only ask you to forgive what will be many hours of petulance, mood swings, and childish competitiveness. Let me make this very clear, however: loverboy over there warned me that I might be envious of or intimidated by you, and he was not wrong. I have no doubt you’ve been told how beautiful you are on more occasions than you can count, because men somehow think that the absolute least meaningful thing they could possibly say to us is some sort of key to unlocking our vaginas, but I’m going to beg you to take it from an expert: you are a goddess incarnate. And you ... wait a minute.” Turning back to Alejandro, she demanded, “It’s her. She’s the one.”
Kathryn, despite being more than a bit stunned at Faith’s barrage of praise, managed to ask, “The one what?”
“There was a photoshoot fairly early in my career. I don’t remember who it was for, but I wasn’t wearing very much, and the client wanted me to wear even less. If Alejandro hadn’t been there to defend me — he even threatened to walk off the set if they didn’t stop pushing — I probably would’ve had a very different career, because I was on the verge of capitulating. But he did, for which I’ve been forever grateful. This was before he and I became lovers, but we’d already worked together often enough that I was trying to figure out how to get him inside me. Though I’ll admit it was also before I fully understood just how big he was, which was probably for the best; if I’d known, I might’ve fled in the opposite direction, and that would’ve meant the terrible loss of many years of really fantastic sex. Well, I was young, foolish, and a lot tighter back then.”
“Anyway, I left the shoot feeling bloated and ugly and used ... all the typical model bullshit, especially when it’s not true ... and I made him take me out to get absolutely shitfaced drunk, which — ulterior motive — I kinda hoped would end with him taking advantage of me. We went back to his apartment and he spent about an hour rejecting my rather determined advances, which was the noble decision even though I loudly and drunkenly resented him for it at the time. The next morning, after coffee and a whole hell of a lot of Advil, he stripped me naked and held me under the shower for a while. That seemed promising, despite my raging hangover, except that he still wouldn’t have sex with me. I was feeling sorry for myself — I couldn’t even get laid, for god’s sake — and I asked him if I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Yes, it was as pathetic and needy as it sounds. I really, really wanted him to say yes. But he said no, and I lost it. Crying on the shower floor, breaking shit, smashing his mirror, all of it pure cinematic overkill. I’m still sorry about that, by the way.”
“As I have told you over and over again, you have more than made up for it.”
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It's been weeks since I've last come to a town but this one seems to take the cake now. I'm looking at one of the big cities, through my rifle's sniper scope, and they seem mostly intact and sturdy. I see a library near a mall in the east part of town near some of the apartment areas, there are hospitals and a lot of hotels on the south end of town near some of the factories and plants, in the west part of town I'm seeing a lot of abandoned restaurants with some shopping centers like Walmart...
The hills around the monastery blossomed golden under the first rays of the sun. The cold, wet night edged away, hiding under the jungle's treetops. The bell of the monastery started to ring, calling for the morning prayer. A few of the sisters started to gather in the small temple, rosemary in hand. Their lips moved at a shallow, serene pace, mouthing hymns and eulogies to their God, Lord and Savior. Ethan had been awake before the break of dawn. He was watching the small procession from a...
"Hello?" ...[pause]... "He can't come to the phone just now, Ginger; I'm making his lunch. Can I help you?" ...[longer pause]... "Oh, yes, I remember, he mentioned it last week. This Saturday, you say... What time does it start?" ...[pause]... "Oh, that's much too late, Ginger; that's almost his bedtime. And when does it end?" ...[pause]... "Oh, good gosh, no! He won't be able to keep his eyes open. And he can't drive. How would you two get there? And how would he get home?"...[pause;...
(First entry from the Diary of V.Dorofeyev, translated from the original Slavic by O.Delacroix)i.With the help of Pavel and Yngvild, I was able to close the portal, sealing the cavern behind us before we were driven mad. Even now, a handful of days later, the site of divinity burns like a fever in my mind like a siren, calling out to me. My companions feel it too. Pavel weeps openly at the memory of our short sojourn beneath the veil of stars and I can see the longing writ upon the Dane’s...
Fantasy & Sci-FiBrain whispered in my ear 'bitch, you gonna take all this dick and more. And if you know what's good for you, you better make me believe you love it', for the first time I feared what Brain was saying. I thought that he was a friend and now I feared that he would some how damage me if I did not make him happy. I begged him 'Brain, please take your time, don't hurt me, you can get all you want, just, please be careful'. Brain snorted 'bitch, you don't know the half of what you gonna do...
I woke with Priya in my arms, her hair tickling my nose, while her gentle breathing ruffled the (scant) hairs on my chest. My left arm was pinned beneath her, but my right was free, and I used it to gently brush her hair back, then began to stroke her side, moving down her flank to her hip, then around to her ass. I toyed with her asshole, then moved down her taint to the base of her pussy, which I began to stroke. She began to moisten, and I spread her fluids around her lower lips, until...
If I kept adding to my little family, I was gonna need a bigger camper. The boat was covered with leaves and twigs, but was unhurt. I didn’t care how it looked as long as it functioned right now. Besides, it seemed like I was going to have plenty of deckhands for a while. Robbie loved the boat, looking over the railing while I kept a firm grip on him. Nat didn’t like it at all, it was too high off the water to suit her. She went from Julie to Carrie, clinging. They finally took the kids...
Tales of a Hustler—The ins and outsThings were working out pretty good. I had been in Dallas now about 6 months. The main job, making the porn, was going well. Everybody liked new meat—so your first year was usually the best. We would do one or two flicks a week. I started at $500 a flick, then after 3 months they doubled me up so I wouldn't leave them and go solo. Each flick usually had a photo shoot to go along with it. Mostly for pics on the covers of the VHS's, and maybe an obscure mag or...
You wake up your head spinning as you look around the room you see the area around you is well lit, but in the distance you see nothing but darkness, then you see it just in-front of you, see a throne with elegant carvings of many battles taking place with a comfortable looking velvet seat as you move towards the Throne the air around it begins to shimmer and take form it begins to resemble a person. But the image doesn't settle then it begins to speak to you as it speaks it sounds like...
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My Wonderful Obsession Part 23: Turning a Corner Miles had me scheduled for lunch-hours each day till Thursday, then Friday evening and two shifts on the Saturday of the upcoming long weekend. But I didn't have to work on the Sunday or Monday, which suited me just fine because my friends were talking about doing one last hiking outing before summer vacation came to an end. When I reported for work on my second day, I was surprised to discover that Miles wanted me to go it alone...
Maria felt stunned. She had heard Gabriella’s words, but couldn’t quite comprehend them. Was she really to understand that each of the women in this room had agreed to this kind of arrangement, that they were “disciplined” by their respective husbands to keep them in line? And that she should do the same? Maria couldn’t meet anyone’s eye, but she felt each of their gazes heavy upon her, waiting for her to say something. “Ummm… what… what are you… what will you do to me if I say yes?” “Each of...
SpankingHello, friends, this is Shravan from the coastal part of Karnataka and presently working in Bengaluru. I am back with after a long time. About me, I am 30 years old, the unmarried guy working in the real estate business. The following story is a fictitious story and isn’t real. The story is about me and my cousin’s wife, Deepthi. I hope you like this story as it took a long time to write. Please feel free to contact me. Please send your feedback to Now coming to the story. The story is of the...
Incest100% fiction! My name is Jeff and I live in a rural area of Arizona with my 53 year old mom. She breeds wolf hybreds for a living and we have a small inheritance from my dad. Dad died six years ago in a plane crash. Mom had me when she was 37, and told me she thought she was to old to have a baby so her and dad were very happy when I came along. Mom is cute for her age with long brownish gray hair, big boobs and a perfectly round bubble butt. She wears granny glasses that stay slid down to the...
Incest“Aaaagh,” Beth cried as the first lash landed square on her left nipple and left her panting for breath as the pain radiated out from her nipple, now swelling and turning red. “Aaa ohhhh eeeehhh,” she screamed as the second lash landed perfectly on her right nipple, and the night birds woke up to add their own screams to the night’s concert of pain. Riff noted how Brian then used an overhand stroke to deliver the dragon tail to the tops of Beth’s tits, and an underhand stroke to lay red...
Unfortunately, I don't have the time to visit SOL often. So, it was only recently that I was presented with the over/under thirteen option. As many people are wont to do, I didn't bother learning any of the background reasoning that went into the decision that perturbed me. Instead, as a writer who has a number of stories on the shunned side of the new pedo ghetto line, I gave into outrage fueled by what I, in my ignorance, perceived to be censorship and punched out the following vile...
I’m Rahul here.5’11” wheatish.Little muscular.Recently got moved to Delhi. No friends (or rather gfs) no contacts. There was no romance or masti here for me so used to get bored to death. Then I decided to join Zorpia with a new account just for making some friends. Initially nothing interesting happened. But after some days i got a girl there with whom my frequency really matched. She was 5’6 good long silky hairs, over all good looks. We exchanged our number in 2-3 days while talking on phone...
By : Kalsoom Hi readers, this is Kalsoom again with many thanks to the readers for their richly response to my previous stories. Those who want to read the previous ones, may contact me at this story is to narrate my further experiences with Ahsan whom I kept meeting at Sameena’s house. In the beginning I feared about the pregnancy but Sameena and Ahsan were experts in this field so they kept providing me contraceptives and I was safe from any kind of fear. But this use of contraceptives and...
When I came back, Santhosh saw me coming out of his room and he told me, “Anni, I saw you have left your bra on the bed itself. I thought of giving it to you but I forgot. So can you take it Anni?” He said it with a mischievous smile on his face, knowing fully that if I saw it, I would definitely come to know about his ‘thick, white fluid’ on my bra. I was really surprised by his act. Was he such a pervert to blatantly admit his masturbating on my bra? I was really taken aback by his...
IncestHave you ever had a step-sibling that you wanted to slide your balls into so bad? Hey, I’m not here to judge you! Was she hot? Then I can’t fucking blame you. The dick wants what it wants!Now, whether you have tasted real step-sibling pussy or fantasize about fucking someone as close to being your family without the biological connection, Nubiles’ fan-favorite series Step Siblings Caught has just what you are craving. Featuring beautiful performers that seem to range between 18 – mid-20’s, this...
Premium Incest Porn SitesBetsy sighed. “What’s the matter?” Sally asked. Betsy was doing dumbbell hammer curls with a pair of twenty pound weights. She sped up her repetition rate. “I’m never going to meet a guy,” Betsy said. “Yes, you will,” Sally said. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’m still a virgin,” Betsy said. “Same here,” Sally said. Betsy said, “Maybe you are still a virgin, but at least you’ve got a boyfriend. At least you’ve been kissed once.” “I don’t have a boyfriend,” Sally said. “What about...
It was hard, long, thick, and black. I had never seen a cock this big before. He was tall, dark, and muscular, maybe a gym freak. Or maybe this was just a job requirement for him. But mom loved it. She bent down and kissed the head of his throbbing fat cock. Then sat on her knees and took half of it in her mouth. It was so fat that she had to open her mouth wide to take it in. She looked up at him with a naughty look on her face while there was just a slight smile on his face. With his hands on...
Father Son Bonding I heard the SUV coming up the dirt road, and I quickly told Tom to hide in the other room. Peeking through the blinds, I saw my wife Jenny at the wheel and ... damn ... my daughter Amanda beside her. I would have expected they would be quiet and even nervous, as I was, but they seemed to be sharing a joke. The back of the Yukon, I could tell, was filled with boxes and bags, so at least, I figured, had brought everything we'd asked them to. Jenny was first to the...
Adam looked at her with an incredulous glare. " How hard can the work be?". Adam was her older brother by four years and although he was always very protective of her he was also usually a dick towards her. "And put on some clothes, I don't want to see your ass hanging out all the time". Lately Ally had been sexually aroused 24/7. Every time she saw an attractive guy all she could think about was stuffing his cock into her hungry teenage mouth. She had spent the whole last period...
Introduction: My first story, so forgive any mistakes This is based on true story that happened a two years ago, the details might me a little off, but I remember it pretty well. My name is Ricky, Im a 37 year old housewife with 2 kids. I have long black hair, usually worn in a ponytail, slim build, DD boobs and a round ass, which was all great when I was younger, but now everything is beginning to soften and move south. Ive been happily married for 14 years, but in those 14 years Ive...
Time: Mid-afternoon, 3 July 2276 Place: The New United Nations Headquarters building outside of New York city. The Security Council Chamber The security council had just convened its daily session when the short young woman with long red hair suddenly appeared among them. "Arrest that woman. She's a criminal!" the current President of the Security Council demanded loudly. No one moved to obey him, but not from want of trying for neither the security personnel present, nor the diplomats...
Daughters First Part IIIUnfortunately, after getting composed, Donna came home from college earlier than expected. Trying to compose myself was more difficult than it should have been. Hearing her say "Hi Dad", then coming over and giving me a quick hug, I couldn't help but mentally undress her as I asked her if she wanted to help me with dinner before Sandy came home.For the next half hour while we were preparing dinner conducting small talk, I was so conflicted between the Dad I was a mere...
Being a sissy housemaid to two sexy guys for the last five years has had lots of sexy exciting adventures. Richard and Gary are two silver bears who are incredibly horny and have few, if any, taboos.I was a barman in a well known gay bar in Benidorm when I got to know them, Richard in particular made it very clear I was going to end up having sex with them both and my first day off from work was spent at their villa near Alicante airport naked from the moment I arrived and fucked in every...
In which we begin our modern tale of erotic romance… "Tommy." 'Mmm, that's right Jade.' "Toooooommyyyyy." 'Don't stop, I'm almost there Jade.' "Damn it Tommy, wake up!" *Whack* Tommy felt a smack across his face, instantly forcing him from his lustful slumber. 'Damnit! I was about to cum too!’ Tommy thought to himself as he felt his, now, red hot cheek. Tommy, rubbing his eyes of sleep, focused at the hundred and twenty pound, God sculpted object of his...
August 1, 1992, Chicago, Illinois Just after 3:00pm, Alli and I were standing on the front porch, saying goodbye. “Not bad, for an old guy,” she smirked. “Old? I’m only twenty-nine!” “And I’m only nineteen! Ten years is a lot!” “My dad is twenty years older than my mom! And if you thought I was ‘old’, why do it?” “Because Jacqui was right. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had, bar none!” “The first one or the second one?” I teased. She laughed, “Combined! I’ll be back next summer. If...
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By : Nimesh795 Hi friend’s I’m Nimesh live in Mumbai 26 years of age. This is my first story so I’m trying to entertain you as much as possible. I’m working in big company as Asst manager hr position. My hight is 5.10foot, healthy, little bit fair and 7” long penis, so I am going to tell you how I fucked a married girl. If you like this story then please sends me your mail at . Please send if you like and also send any negative point that you think so I care full on my next story to my ID....
Hello! Dosto ma hu Amit(Name changed)mai 25 years ka im from west-bengal,dekhnay ma thik thak hi hu mujhay apnay ap ka tarif karna accha nahi lagta hai LOL. mai ISS ka bohut bada fan hu mainay iss ka lagbhag savi story padha hai aur kuch story mujhay bohut pasand hai, Is liye mainay socha kyu na may v kush likhu Yeh mera 1st story hai jo ki 1year purani hai aur aj ap logo k saath share kar raha hu plz koi galti ho gaya to plz 4gv me…. and plz help me to write more by send mail on: o.com ye...
Hello readers! This is Rehan today m going to narrate a story about how I manage to fuck my friend’s sister and how my sister was fucked by him. First of all me 18 years old medium built fair complexion then my sister Shipra Malik 21 year old DU student slim built but bulging boobs and ass. My friend Saksham and her sister Priyanka they both were like me and my sister with darker complexion but still I love his sister we all live in same area of Delhi. Then began like this; one day me and...
IncestMy husband Mark and I had finally reached the point of financial security we had been working so hard to achieve. We had been married a little over five years and we were elated because our offer had been approved on the house of our dreams. We were scheduled to move in a few weeks after the New Year. When Mark and I got married we sat down and talked long and hard about what goals we wanted for our future together. We had both come from middle-class families...
"Once upon a time a brave soldier returned from the wars." In this chaotic world, in the spring of 2024, we start our story in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. Major Simon Woodsman just wanted to go home. He had spent the last few months battling rioters and trying to help rebuild civilization in what was left of the nation's capitol. Despite his valorous service, he had nothing to show for the time he that had spent protecting his country except for the uniform on his back and the 9mm...
Hi! I am back J This is the sequel to ‘Not What It Seems’ This could be read as a standalone story, but it would be best to read the previous story, since certain parts in this story cross over with the first story. There would be at least ten chapters to this story and I have already written some parts of each chapter. If you’ve never read my story before, I must give a fair warning that I love back stories and flashbacks. As one reader described my story is ‘messy like life.’ You may find...
I awoke the next morning still naked from the night before with my beautiful son Daniel spooning me and his arm wrapped over my shoulder. I couldn't help but to feel almost in love again. I knew that this of course would never last, after all I am his mother. I continued to lay there for a while before I felt Daniel shift around and stretch his muscles. “Morning Mom,” he said and reached over and gave me a peck on the lips. “Good morning honey, how about we go downstairs and I'll make us...
Mary had seen Liz act the same way with her father when she was young. She knew that the girl was enjoying having a father again. She wondered how each of them had got so involved with this young man to react that way. Then she remembered what it had felt like last night. I lowered the child to her feet. Liz had taken my briefcase and rushed upstairs to clean herself in case we had time. I stood still, making sure Sally did not fall, then walked over to Mary. "Are you too busy to give me...
‘Go on, go on. No one’s looking.’ Betty quiveringly drew in a deep breath and held it in her lungs. Why was her friend asking her to do this? Was it part of some kind of game? It seemed so weird, but she couldn’t bring it upon herself to protest. It was hard to say no to Eugenia. She exhaled, then clutched the sides of her skirt and began to lift it up. A gust of March air brushed her ankles, flapping the hosiery cuffed around them. As she pulled further, she felt the wind on her calves. Her...
Angels Play Rough He was sweet and humble and gentle. Not the kind of guy you’d look at and know he’d done two tours in Iraq and three in Afghanistan. Except for his short hair. And the oh so proper posture. All that helped make him attractive to the two girls stranded by the side of the road. That and his kindness. The women weren’t out hunting for a boy they could play rough with. They’d done that last night. They’d both satisfied their dark appetites for a while. Kim had loved using the boy...
I was walking into my flat after a long week. I was glad it was Friday so I could finally relax. I had been studying late at the library. I was studying at University in Boston, United States. My name is Fatima and I am from India originally. I wanted to see the world and travel to America as I had heard so much about it.I was brought up very religious. I am muslim so I always wear the hijab and niqab (face veil). I am a niqabi and hijabi. I always wear a jilbab as I like to dress islamically....
Unhappy Dykes I don’t have anything particular against homosexuals personally, but this idea just came to me one day. If the title makes you unhappy, go somewhere else. But, I think I have created a somewhat unusual story here and have tried to put in lots of detail. The details of what it’s about are there. If you don’t like this kind of thing and read it anyway, don’t blame me. But, I do appreciate opinions. I was your average person I guess. I worked a 9-5 job, came...
I had not seen much of Pinky (formerly Mort) around my college dorm for a couple days. I knew the bath house owner, Jerry had "put him to work," mingling with guests and frankly, I was missing my fuck boi! When I got to work at the bath house early that day, changed in to my bath robe and headed for Jerry's office to inquire of Pinky. I noticed the shades were drawn which meant that Jerry was having a private fuck session with his other boi toi but I knew I was privileged and knocked on his...
Chapter 2 Once Julie had shut the door Paul looked across at Elf. "I think they are lesbians" he whispered to Elf. "I hope they are" replied Elf. "I applied to be slave to a lesbian couple". Paul's suspicions were now proved. Why had Madame Crystal chosen him? If she was lesbian, she would not want sex with him. She would not be sexually arroused by his slavery......or would she? Maybe that was it. His train of thought was interupted by Elf. "Why are you here?" "I put an advert looking for a...
BDSMOn the drive home, I considered exactly what had been done to me through the Master PC program. Yeah, I had a big dick that I was able to control like a maestro’s baton. I didn’t look any different, but when I looked in a mirror at Chuck’s house, I saw my reflection and the first impression I had was that there was nothing there. A face, a body, yeah. But it was as if I was looking at an empty shell of a human. Could a computer program actually delete a man’s soul? Or maybe, just maybe,...
Pierced nipples, a thin waist, and long blonde hair, teen cutie Aubrey Thomas has all it takes to make your dreams come true. She loves bouncing her ass in a see-through white leotard, and her twerking abilities are top notch. She even makes a wish before smashing a birthday cake with her fat ass! Lucky for her, the wish comes true as our stud presents his huge cock for her to twerk on. She pops her pussy for him and her ass jiggles as he works her cunt from behind. He slams her passionately...
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