sister Love
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An engine rumbled to life.
Gravel crackled beneath slow-moving tires.
Luke opened the door to watch Kathryn drive away.
It was already late morning, and though he didn’t necessarily count on seeing her today — after a week of “reconnecting” with Bill, and especially after yesterday’s epic confrontation, it was understandable that she’d desire some physical and emotional space — it was atypically anxiety-inducing to see her depart, knowing that, at this point, any turning away could well be their last.
Everything she said yesterday — every lacerating criticism, every pointed self-recrimination, every incisive question about our present or future — was correct and necessary. I needed to hear every word. That it was so unpleasant to endure might, in the end, be a blessing; dropping a stick of dynamite in the room might be the only way we’ll ever get this infernal conversation started. For at least the twentieth time since waking up, he sighed heavily, staring at the empty road. I just wish it didn’t hurt so much.
The problem, he thought as he closed the door and wearily trudged upstairs, all hope of productivity having departed with his lover, is that, while I think I agree in theory with almost everything that everyone is telling me, even when it’s contradictory, I’m not only no closer to an answer, I don’t even know how to approach the problem. He glanced at the laptop sitting on the table. Open but idle, its screensaver — pictures from myriad trips to far-flung wine regions — mocked his inaction and inertia by showing him images of a life burdened by neither. I didn’t used to be like this. I was organized, disciplined, and focused. In fact, until a little over two months ago I would’ve scorned the person I’ve become. Sex with Kathryn is majestic, and being in love with her surpasses any dream, but how and when did I give up my identity? My will? My drive? Sure, I still dole out wine expertise and cooking skill, but those are a way to make a living or impress a date, not any sort of basis for a relationship. So who was I? What would the old Luke do, other than high five me for my sexual adventures and then smack me across the back of the head for thinking exclusively with my dick?
Acting on instinct, he sat down at the computer and opened a blank document, naming it “KLM” before he realized what he was doing. In the unlikely event that anyone goes snooping through my computer, I guess they’ll think I’m planning a trip to Amsterdam. Suddenly, he laughed out loud. Am I really gong to do this? It’s too early for a list of pros and cons. I need to dig into the fundamentals. His brow furrowed. I’ll treat it like my wine studies. Begin with the raw data, then organize it. Look for correlations and contradictions. Then I can start asking important questions, hopefully arriving at a sensible answer or two. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. But what counts as data in this case? The two or three obvious futures between which I can’t decide? My own infinitely circling indecision? I’ve got all that memorized.
Leaning forward again, his eyes and fingers alive with inspiration, he started with a list of names. No reason to structure this in pretty tables and lists, I just need everything written down.
The room echoed with the furious pace of his typing.
I wrote straight through lunch. Well, I’m not all that hungry anyway.
He moved to the sofa to reread everything he’d produced. It was a technique he’d often used during his studies for the Master Sommelier exam and its predecessors; even the simplest shifts in perspective could lead to fresh insights. What he’d created was a list of people who knew of their relationship and their accumulated opinions, criticisms, observations, and advice. It was a short list of names, but as he typed he realized that their friends hadn’t exactly been shy about offering wisdom, no matter how withering. It’s a pity that it’s taken me until now to start seriously contemplating what everyone’s been telling me. Hopefully, late’s better than never.
He’d briefly considered adding Liz — pending a yet-to-be-made phone call — but quickly dismissed the notion; Liz’s aversion to emotion or commitment meant that, even if he spoke to her and laid out the whole convoluted tale, she’d be uninterested in anything except sexual details. It did, however, highlight a surprising and dismaying problem: with the exception of Kathryn’s therapist, there wasn’t a single objective and uninvolved friend or confidant to whom he could reasonably turn. Every other person who knew about their relationship was also involved with one or both of them sexually.
As with Kathryn’s angry denunciations the day before, the revelation opened a disturbing new window on just how convoluted, concentrated, and corrupted their union had become. I certainly don’t regret one moment of my time with Wendy, with or without Kathryn’s involvement, but wouldn’t it be nice to have her as a neutral observer? She was that for me way back at the beginning, except that I stupidly ignored all her most pointed advice. And now she’s had sex with both of us and Irina, so there’s no hope of neutrality any longer. Irina’s involved up to her eyeballs, which makes her a less effective sounding board for Kathryn. Alejandro and Faith are the most neutral, but they also know the least about our situation, and it’s not like we did much except screw our brains out when we were with them. But I wonder if we haven’t lost something that would be really valuable right now: an objective voice of reason. The closest I’ve gotten to that of late was Sevinay, though I’m certainly not about to get her involved in the whole sordid affair.
And maybe Wendy was correct about something else, too. She suggested that we flew too high, too far, too fast, and that it destabilized us. If she’s right, then it’s even worse than she thought, because we’ve brought everyone along for the ride. Both she and Irina have repeatedly expressed the fear that, no matter what happens, they’re going to suffer collateral damage. Unfortunately, I’m increasingly convinced that they’re right. If Kathryn and I decide to be together, Irina will have to look for work. Maybe Sevinay will too, though it sounds like Bill will take care of her no matter what. Irina losing her job might endanger any hope she and Wendy have for a relationship, because who knows what she’ll do or where she’ll go? And if I’m right that Kathryn and I will have to live somewhere else, Wendy and I might lose touch with each other. That’s a lot of collateral damage.
Sifting through the collection of words, Luke noticed several common strains of thought. The first was the least surprising: he’d waited too long to start confronting the consequences of their choices. On this nearly everyone had insisted form the start, but while they were right, there was nothing to be done about it now. The next was something he still struggled to understand, despite the ubiquity of the advice: that it was up to him to make the best possible case for pursuing their relationship, or ending it when his work was finished. Yesterday’s revelation that Kathryn was at least considering leaving Bill had come as more of a shock than he expected. I wonder if I was afraid to take action because, subconsciously, I never believed that this was a struggle I could win. And now I know there’s at least a chance that I can. So what am I going to do about it?
However he was failing her by being away so much, most people agreed that Bill was suffering far more than he deserved, and couldn’t be used as a tool or stepping stone to bring Kathryn closer to Luke. The primary outlier was Irina, who placed more blame on his shoulders than anyone else. Luke wondered if this was lingering resentment over Bill romancing Kathryn away from her, but he eventually dismissed the notion. Despite her feelings, she’s too clear-headed for that. I agree that he doesn’t deserve what we’re doing to him, but Irina knows him and their relationship better than anyone except Bill and Kathryn themselves; if she sees fault in him, she’s likely right. Kathryn’s defense of their relationship is probably as much about her as it is about him, and through the lens of her own guilt I can’t blame her. Still, all that does for me is point out that the fractures in their marriage are real, and that this isn’t just about our bacchanal or the excitement of someone fresh and new. But it also means that I can’t directly exploit it. His shortcomings exist, but repeatedly pointing them out isn’t how I’m going to win her.
All concurred that Kathryn’s love for Luke was obvious and strong. It was, for him, the most heartening aspect of his analysis, for it affirmed his belief that there was no lie in their professions and promises. Almost everyone observed that Kathryn viewed herself, openly or tacitly, as “his” whenever they were together ... especially Alejandro and Faith, who had a perspective on their dynamic no one else had. Still, the lone holdout was a rather important one: Kathryn herself, who had frequently expressed the sentiment in the past, but was, of late, rather forcefully resisting it. Luke wondered at the change. Was it the result of something we did, or something I said? Or was it an inevitable transition; a shift from total immersion in an exciting new relationship to the delicate balancing act we’re engaged in now? When it comes time to make a decision, will she remember all the times she told me she belonged to me, will she assign that role to her husband, or will she instead insist — as she did in the forest — that she belongs to no one but herself?
On the other hand, there was an unwelcome counterargument — one made more than once by both Wendy and Irina — that the two of them ending up together might not be the best of all possible futures. Unfortunately, this was a doubt to which Luke was all too susceptible. There were so many barriers, so many negative consequences — even aside from the immediate and obvious pain they would cause people — that he often despaired that their love was accompanied by too much ancillary sorrow. Usually, all it took to cast those doubts aside was Kathryn’s presence. But the last two weeks had sown an entire field of fresh doubts, and he was no longer floating in a warm sea of satisfaction and surety whenever he was in his red-haired goddess’ arms. The gap between what he wanted and what he felt was right seemed wider than ever.
It’s time to put this away for now. My mind’s starting to spin, and I need a little distance and perspective. In any case, it’s time to start preparing for something about which I’m vastly more certain.
“I was beginning to think you’d fled to higher ground in hopes of escaping all the manmade disasters around these parts. Not that you could’ve gone all that far, of course, but I’ve been sitting here for a while and was starting to worry.”
“Well,” Luke responded as he ascended the steps, “I wasn’t the only one who disappeared.”
Kathryn was sitting on the sofa with a book in her lap. She was wearing skin-hugging tights with a surprisingly thin sleeveless shirt that showed, even for her, an unusual amount of cleavage. I wonder if she’s trying to seduce me back to normality. Because if so, it’ll probably work. It was also clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Still, something was different. Though she was as impossibly beautiful as ever, there was an impenetrability to her aura that he’d never seen before, as if she’d somehow armored herself against the probability of damage. “I needed some time to think. I imagine you did as well.”
“I did, and I took advantage of it. In fact, I did a lot of thinking, and...”
“Luke...” she suddenly cried, leaping off the couch and wrapping her arms around him. “I’m so sorry. I’m not handling any of this well.”
“Neither of us are. But now’s when that starts to change,” he said with more confidence than he felt, returning her hug and reveling in the unsurpassable satisfaction of her luscious curves pressing against him.
“How?” she asked in a tired, tremulous voice.
“By doing something we’re exceptionally good at.”
“Sex?” she asked in a tone that sounded more hopeful than seductive, though she was grinding her hips invitingly.
“No. Don’t get me wrong, I certainly hope sex is on the agenda sooner or later. And we’re going to have to eat at some point, especially because I haven’t. But no, I mean the other thing at which we’re so accomplished.”
“Which is?” she asked, running her hands up and down his back. He shuddered at the contact, which grew more intimate by the moment.
“Avoiding the problem.”
A few moments later she was convulsing in his arms. He released his hold and she took a step back, practically crying with laughter. “We really are, aren’t we?”
“Indeed. I’m going to dig around in the cellar and find something delicious and uncomplicated. Fill a Champagne bucket with ice and cold water, then grab some glasses and mosquito repellent. We’re headed to the rock.”
“Are you going to get me tipsy so we can make out by the lake, Lucas Bronson? Because I have to warn you that I’m not that kind of girl.”
“I absolutely don’t promise to keep my hands off of you, but no. We’re going to talk. Not, “ he added as her face began to cloud, “about us. About you. Me. Religion. Food. Politics. Travel. Wine. Gerbils. I don’t know, and I don’t care... anything but our relationship and our future. Tomorrow we’ll start on the hard stuff. But today I want to drink wine and talk to the woman I love. A woman I’ve missed more than I can possibly say.”
“Are you sure you’re not just trying to sweet talk your way into my unmentionables?”
“Do I need to try?”
“No. Never. Not you, Luke.”
How long is “never,” I wonder? “Alright. Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.”
“ ... and so that’s how I spent the final night of my first trip to Europe: shivering in an unheated fleabag hotel in a sketchy Roman neighborhood because all the hostels were full, hoping I still had enough money to get to the airport. Which I did, but only just, and it left me with nothing for breakfast. Not even an espresso. Once I was on the plane, however, the flight attendants took pity when they saw me inhale my breakfast as if I hadn’t eaten in days. They let me hang out in the galley and fed me a spare first class meal. The ironic thing is that, if we hadn’t been on a plane and they weren’t working, they might’ve gotten lucky in the way the men from the night before didn’t. I was that grateful, and a couple of them were really hot.”
“I can’t believe you turned down not one, not two, but three separate invitations to spend your last night in Rome with a dashing young bachelor at his private villa. What’s Italian for ‘heartbreaker?’”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure I heard it more than once. Probably some less pleasant names as well, though I doubt it’s anything compared to what they called me after I left. All three of them managed to suggest that I was a ‘tease’ in perfectly clear English, though,” she chuckled. “I suppose I can’t blame them; I was flirting quite a lot, but none of the three got more than five or ten cumulative minutes of kissing.”
“So why didn’t you? I mean, from everything you just told me, you hadn’t exactly spent the rest of the trip in self-imposed celibacy. Why not have one more adventure?”
“Looking back on it, I don’t really know. At the time, random hookups in clubs and such felt like pure, innocent fun. Well, maybe not innocent, but you know what I mean. The men at that party, though ... they seemed so much more serious and significant, even though I knew that they were all spoiled and predatory man-children out for a conquest. I walked in and was the immediate center of attention — something I was already used to — and, in fact, those three suitors could easily have been thirty if I’d allowed it, but instead I deviously encouraged their attentions to deflect the others. Plus, I knew I would’ve been just another dalliance to be collected, discarded, and bragged about, and that felt more than a little hollow. Still...”
“I can hear it in your voice, you know. You wish you would’ve done it anyway.”
“You know me too well. Yes, I do. In retrospect, I think part of the problem is that there were three of them. Even after winnowing the field, I left myself with too many choices. If it’d been just one man wining, dining, and romancing me, I probably would’ve pretended to give into the seduction and taken him up on the offer, though of course I’d only ever have done it because I wanted the experience. I would’ve gotten a comfortable bed, some lovely orgasms, a nice breakfast, and a ride to the airport in a really expensive car. And since most of the sex I had on that trip involved trying to be absolutely silent in bathroom stalls or overcrowded hostels, it would’ve been refreshing to be able to be noisy for a change. Plus, I’d have a much more interesting story to tell than this one,” she chuckled, self-deprecatingly.
“All three of them were devastatingly handsome — they knew it, of course, which is yet another reason I resisted — and I distinctly remember that one of them was hard the entire time we were together. Talking, dancing, drinking ... about three hours’ worth of erection, or at least it was always that way when we were together. Isn’t that when you’re supposed to call a doctor? Anyway, it was pretty stimulating for me while we were slow-dancing, and I’ll admit that if I’d gone through with it he’d probably have been the one, just because I felt a little sorry for him,” she laughed. “I hope he took good care of himself when he got home, and that he was thinking of me the entire time. I know I was thinking about his cock while I did the only thing I could think of to keep myself warm at that horrible hotel.”
“If the same thing happened to me now I’d probably try to talk the three of them into sharing me, but I’m sure that would’ve been a disaster. Handsome and wealthy though they might’ve been, they were still man-children and would’ve spent the entire night preening at each other rather than satisfying me. And, even at that relatively tender age, I think I would’ve been too much for them if I really let myself go. By the way, what you’re doing with your fingers is making me extremely horny, so you should probably consider whether or not you’re going to do something about it.”
Three bottles of Huet Vouvray Pétillant were chilling in an ice bucket, and one was only a few ounces shy of empty. They’d started their conversation tentatively, trading amusing travel anecdotes of no real import, but whether by intention or out of some subconscious need, they’d gradually fallen into a surprisingly detailed recounting of their romantic and sexual histories. If either of them found it odd to be sharing such stories with each other, they showed no sign. Luke wondered if it was an attempt on his part to restore some sort of balance to his perception of her, which of late had veered so wildly between the relentless intensity of their relationship, her unspeakable past, their wild liaisons with others, and her inconsistently successful detachment while Bill was home.
His tales were fewer and much shorter than hers. Part of that was the difference in their ages, but most of it was because of Kathryn’s extremely active past; a quantity and variety of experiences that quite frankly stunned him, even though he’d justifiably surmised that she’d had a fair number of adventures. He also felt that the majority of his stories were terribly prosaic compared to hers. Yet she seemed interested in them anyway, so he pressed on.
After filling in the few remaining blanks regarding Liz — theirs wasn’t a relationship with much complexity, aside from the intricacies of sexual choreography — he jumped back and forth through his relatively tender years. Kathryn was especially delighted by the unexpected threesome after his Savoy retirement party, and assured him that, given his reputation, they’d likely gotten more mileage out of that story than he had; a supposition that made him blush as he recalled the night. I hope I performed well enough to make myself look good in the recounting.
But the only liaison that really seemed to grab her attention was one he didn’t talk about very often: a year-long, off-and-on relationship with a French pastry chef named Véronique. Kathryn listened with great interest as he recounted their slow ascendancy, their frequent difficulties and many temporary breakups, and their abrupt end. It was an outcome that he regretted to this day.
“Unlike everyone else you’ve told me about,” she observed as her head settled into his lap, “that was a real relationship. She liked you more than she let on. A lot more.”
“That’s what I always thought, and that’s exactly what Wendy said after they met. Though she never agreed to return to BTG, which I always found frustrating. Anyway, you remember what I told you about how most relationships work these days, right? I made a pretty concerted effort to ... well, it’s an archaic word, but it fits ... court her. Or maybe woo her, as long as we’re speaking in Old English. But it was always Véronique who vehemently insisted that we continue to see other people. At first I didn’t think she was serious, so I didn’t. But when I realized that she was actually doing it herself, I figured it was stupid to wait around for her to change her mind. That’s the period during which Liz and I got together the most, because there was never going to be any commitment involved, and Liz wouldn’t be bothered in the slightest if I suddenly told her that we had to stop because Véronique and I were going to make a serious go of it. And, given what I’ve already told you about Véronique and her hangups, Liz was the perfect sexual partner at that time. She really didn’t say no to anything.”
“Smart girl. Still, I can’t believe you broke up because she wouldn’t agree to anal sex. Although...”
“ ... although that wasn’t why we broke up. That’s what you were about to say, right? And you’re correct: it was the argument that grew out of her refusal that broke us up. Anal was just the catalyst.”
“You’re turning me on.”
“I know,” he grinned. “It was, like her periodic assertions that we shouldn’t be monogamous, something that ebbed and flowed. I’d like to blame it on her being French and moody, except that she wasn’t moody about anything except our relationship. Sometimes she seemed to really enjoy me playing with her ass ... only during sex, though, and a fingertip was the most she’d usually allow. But there were exceptions. For example, it eventually became a regular accompaniment whenever I went down on her, and it got to the point that I could play around for a while, pull out and circle her entrance, then trigger a louder-than-normal orgasm by slipping my entire finger inside.”
“Seriously, you’re really turning me on.”
“Patience, love,” he teased, though he didn’t object when she moved his hand from her stomach to her breast, at which point he discovered that her arousal was indeed quite elevated. “At other times, though, she’d absolutely freak out if I touched her there. If she sensed the approach of anything else, no matter what sort of mood she was in — more fingers, my tongue, toys, me — it was a sure way to bring an immediate end to sex.”
“So, anyway, one night we’d had what I thought was a pretty spectacular few hours of sex, and it was one of those times when she seemed to be particularly into me fooling around back there. She was on top of me, I was inside her but not moving, and the full length of my finger was slowly thrusting in and out of her ass. She’d been experimental and frisky all night, and her moaning suggested that she was enjoying the finger, so I decided to be bold and just barely brushed her entrance with the tip of a second.”
“She absolutely exploded with rage. Completely out of the blue. Yelling at me for always pushing her to do anal, and so forth. The thing is, though, I never did. Never once did I verbally campaign for it, because it seemed far too fraught. I always let her tell or show me where her limits were, I never deliberately brought my dick any nearer her ass than her other hole, and I never asked her if she’d like to try, much less cajole or push her into acquiescence. Usually, she’d be mad for a while and get over it, but that night the argument just went on and on — I never raised my voice, but she certainly couldn’t say the same — and so I finally just came out and said what I was really thinking, hoping that it would somehow defuse the situation. ‘Look,’ I said, ‘it’s something I’d obviously love to do with you, and if you agree I’ll take as much time and care as necessary to make it good for you, but I’m perfectly content if you don’t want to. I just don’t understand all the mixed signals.’ And then I made my big mistake, adding, ‘I don’t just mean when it comes to anal, either.’ She stared at me for about a minute, as stunned and disbelieving as if I’d struck her, and then she got dressed and stalked out without another word. I haven’t talked to her since. Every time I see her, she glares at me for a while and then turns away. Anyway, I hear she’s got a new boyfriend, so however it ended between us, it’s definitely part of my past.”
“Commitment.”
“Hmmm?”
“Her ass represented commitment.”
“Her ass was a lawyer? Isn’t the reverse usually true?”
“So clever. My amusement is infinite. I assume she wasn’t a virgin when you met her?”
“No way. She was skilled and eager when it came to everything else we did, though I wouldn’t necessarily call her adventurous.”
“Right. So let me explain something about women that you may or may not fully understand. There are women who hold on to their virginities for religious or moral reasons, of course, and there are those who wait until they’re experiencing ‘true love’ or whatever else they require to unlock the holy hymen, but even for those of us who are horny and unwilling to wait, sexuality is still laden with symbolism in a way I don’t quite think it is for men. Your first kiss, the first time someone touches or kisses your breasts, the first person to see you naked, your first handjob, your first finger-fuck, your first blowjob, the first time someone comes in your mouth, the first time you swallow, the first time someone goes down on you, your first orgasm, the first time someone else makes you come without having to be told how — for women, that’s a really, really big one that often leads to relationships, healthy or otherwise — and so forth. All milestones. Obviously, I don’t have many left to offer given my cluttered sexual history, but even I’ve eagerly given you three extremely important ones: my first group experience involving a man, all my double-penetrations of any sort, and my first fully immersive submissive experience with someone I’m deeply in love with. Which was everything I always hoped it would be, by the way. Of course, this means I’m just about out of cherries,” she added with a laugh, “unless you want to get really kinky or call in the Marines.”
“Anyway, I think she was physically willing to try — no one lets their partner keep poking and prodding back there without being at least theoretically open to the idea, whether or not they end up liking it or wanting to do it again — but she saw it as representative of a huge step in your relationship. Agreeing to try anal sex was giving you something entirely your own, which would mean that you were special. I bet she struggled in a similar way with her actual virginity, or perhaps she regretted surrendering it to someone with whom she didn’t have a committed or stable relationship. She used anal as a convenient excuse to avoid a commitment she wasn’t prepared to make. That, by the way, is also why she wouldn’t go back to BTG. She knew Wendy would see right through her. Or, more likely, that she already had.”
Luke nodded, deep in thought as he stared across the lake. The late afternoon sun rendered its waters an intense, brilliant blue, though with Kathryn at his side, all colors seemed especially vivid. He wondered if that was a result of the light or his mood. And I wonder how much of her analysis should be added to my accumulated data regarding our relationship. She’s “given” me so many things, and all of them were given because she was ready. As Wendy suggested, she’s been sure of her footing from the start. Whereas I’ve given her so little in return, and the one thing I tried to give her turned out to have unintended but dire consequences. Does that mean that I was the one who wasn’t ready? If so, am I finally ready now? Because if I’m not, I need to figure it out damned soon.
It was at that point that Kathryn took over the conversation, recounting story after story from her romantic and sexual pasts. To his surprise, none of them caused him a single twinge of jealousy, though quite a few led to a stirring in his shorts. He’d been softly circling her erect nipple with his thumb as she arrived at the end of the Roman narrative, and her declaration of heightened arousal spurred him into mischievous inaction.
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Sunday was quiet. We finally got to do all the things we had planned for Saturday. Jenny did not seem worried about the subpoena so I did not dwell on it. An exercise routine was developed for Jenny with diminishing exercises as her stomach grew. We researched every fitness source we could find for pregnant women until we were satisfied and she was satisfied with the program. Sunday afternoon we went shopping with her for new clothes that would hopefully cover any baby bulge for a couple of...
All of us were happy for Zoe. After a couple of tense years, living on an emotional roller coaster, she finally came out to her mother and her step-father the weekend before. And now she invited all her friends, including the straights like Kate and me, to come to this ‘rainbow’ bar, Likkks it was called. Now it was our turn to be nervous in the hours leading up to meeting at Likkks. Kate didn’t know what to wear. She tried getting Zoe on the phone, but it was always busy. Finally she called a...
Hello,, I am Deenu age 22 From Uttrakhand now in delhi, Main aaj apko apni story batana cahta hu jo maray santh uttrakhand may huwi thi ye aaj say 2 sal pahlay ki baat hai jab main 12th ki padayi ker raha tha or unhi dinu maray uncle ki sadi huwi thi or hum logon nay bahut enjoy kiya tha or humaray goan may hardly 20-22 gher hai .mari aunty thodi sawnli(light black) thi but figer unka ansa ki koye bhi apnay hosh kho day. After 18-20 maray uncle wapas aa gaye fir mujay jab bhi moka milta main...
Caroline – Part 2, Ch. 5.01 Caroline’s story: (Hi, If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you’ll know what to expect. It isn’t strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won’t make sense if you don’t so I hope you will!) We are three! We were both up with the lark on Sunday, both happy and looking forward to the day. After breakfast we had a bath together, laughing and playing. I think we were both quite horny already but we resisted touching...
The candles that surrounded the summoning circle flickered, illuminating the dark living room in their orange glow, the pale skin of the Seirim reflecting the light as they stood nearby. It was the middle of the day, but the grime that covered the windows blocked out most of the sunlight. The deep shadows that were cast by the dancing flames gave the cabin an eerie vibe, and it was making Ryan feel like he was standing on the set of an Evil Dead movie. He eyed one of the mounted stag heads,...
It was 6:40 p.m. according to the clock behind the bar at the Pasture. I was a little early. I wanted to get me a drink before I had to look at the woman who was once the love of my life and was now my singular worst enemy, Penelope Hardy. I already had my manhattan in front of me and it was half empty. I saw her come in. Maybe she needed a drink too. I smiled inwardly at the thought. Guilt can be the cause of any number of psychological reactions. She saw me and waved. I did not wave back....
Jack was a great captain, and he and Jose earned their tips each day. For the next few days we were there, we became the main suppliers of fish, and Dave would fix us dinner. During that time, I found that Diane was real fun. She used the time on the boat to relax, and recharge, and when we returned to the hotel, we used the bed to get rid of our stress and frustrations. It was a mutually beneficial association. The following week we flew back to the states. There was no question that we left...
It was Sarah's Birthday and after spending the day with family she was looking forward to going out at night, with here best friend Thelma. She got changed and and came down stairs… It was Sarah's Birthday and after spending the day with family she was looking forward to going out at night, with here best friend Thelma. She got changed and and came down stairs with a short dress on and high heels, black stockings etc, my cock was rock hard and she sat down on my knee and opened her legs...
CuckoldYou can’t know what it’s like unless you’ve experienced it. Imagine like your whole world has narrowed to pinpoint clarity and that for a moment you can forget everything and know everything at the same time. Maybe it’s like what enlightenment is supposed to feel like, or perhaps what Eve felt when she first bit into the apple. Like Eve’s, my downfall was also delivered to me by a snake. Fat sixteen-inch snake that dwelled in the jock pouch of Aaron Black. And I wanted nothing more then to...
Yesterday's Panties - Part 2 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- - From Yesterday's Panties- Part 1: Tabitha took her hand and put it on my left breast and began to massage it. She pinched my nipple and looked longingly in my eyes. "Maybe you could start sharing bras with me too, then," she asked as she pinched harder and sent a shock of excitement through me. "Baby, I don't think I have the parts that it takes to fill out your bra. ...
The Hi-School Girl ------------------ Part 1 The black van was parked at the side of the small road a good distance from Kawasaki High School. It had tinted windows, and it was difficult to look into the van from outside - not that anyone would want to do that, for the van appeared to be a normal delivery van. A man sat in the van, a camera with a powerful zoom lens on his lap. Very soon, he spotted his quarry - a pretty girl was walking down the road, dressed smartly in her school uniform...
Hey ISS readers. I’ve been a big fan of ISS for years. This is Sameer (You can call me Sam) from Chennai, here to pen down my first story (not fake). I’ve have had my fair share of sexual adventures, though this was not my first time I wanted make this as my first story and I’m sure you guys will get to know the reason as the story unfolds. I will most definitely share the other encounters based on the response. The names are changed for obvious reasons. Pls do ignore grammatical errors if any...
With a name like Filth Flix, I knew right away I wasn’t going to be tuning in to family-friendly cartoons or SFW viral videos of dances, challenges, and stale jokes. Filth is kind of a funny word, because it takes on different connotations depending on how it's used. If I tell a woman my bedroom is absolutely fucking filthy, she probably ain’t going to come back with me to spend the night. If I tell a babe I want to do filthy things to her in my bedroom, well, my chances go way the fuck up....
Top Premium Porn SitesI’m 22 year old young male. I was 18 years when this incident happened. I look fair and sexy. Men usually get attracted to me. While I walk around public places I usually happen to see some men staring at me. I know an old man who lives in our neighborhood. He is single. He was a respected man in that neighborhood. He is a fun loving man who usually spends time spending time with children. He at times kisses children and invites them to their home. He was also very fond of me. I used to call...
LIFE OUT OF JOINT by Crazy Baron Chapter 2/7 -- Cordially Invited Synopsis: The party is finally at hand, and the partygoers, some more excited than others, have a chance to show their skills at both socializing and portraying their characters in a roleplay. Not everything goes according to the organizers' plans, though. ***** I both looked forward to and dreaded the next Saturday. When it finally came, I wanted it to be over as soon as possible, but as I watched...
You are Jennifer Beasley, codenamed Agent Aphrodite. You work as a field agent for the Bureau of Obscured Operations Begetting Subversion, or BOOBS for short, a secretive semi-private intelligence agency working to obstruct the plans of national and international evildoers. You are twenty-seven years old, a natural blonde and have to keep very fit because of your job. Right now you're in a seedy nightclub with your partner for this mission, Bobby Bartek. You're here because you've recently...
Chapter 1 I had been going out with Bonnie Robinson for almost a year. She's seventeen, like me, and the youngest daughter of very devout Catholic parents of two older sisters, Debbie, eighteen, and Kati, twenty, and a brother, Kenny, who was nineteen. We were both in the high school band, she played clarinet and I played trumpet. On our first date, I had suggested that we kiss each other goodnight using the lip formations we each used with our band instruments. It was good for a laugh and it...
IncestThoughts of a WitchI am sitting huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light from the full moon pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know will die soon. I have confessed under the torture, I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more....
A Quiet Strength By Anon Allsop -One- The young man stretched out on his bunk, pulled deeper into sleep by the constant hum of the ship's powerful engines. As the welcome sleep began to claim him, a electronic beeping pulled him back into the land of wakefulness. "Shit!" he groaned as he swung his feet outside his bunk. "Hang on, I got to get some clothes on!" He called out to the unseen visitor outside his cabin door. Once he had himself covered up, he called out to the computer....
Hi all,l thank you for iss and friends for feedbacks. This time it was with me friend neha again after two days again we meet and had once again about she is north indian housenwife age 37 staying with his husband in hyderabad we meet both meet and fun she 37 slim with good body. Any female or couple like to meet me or contact me means mail me on ping me to get good fun. Coming back to experience after our first fuck we talking in phone and chatting after two days she called me and said me to...
I shifted in the wheelchair, trying to get more comfortable. It was a direct flight from Germany to Fort Benning, Georgia, where the 75th Rangers were headquartered. I was going to muster out from there, 'cause that's where my residence was. It was still a long flight though, and my ass was sore. In the time I'd been in Germany, I'd learned to hobble about on crutches, and I started my therapy with the Mistress of Pain, Captain Marjorie Fletcher. She was the original 'No Pain, No Gain'...
Tea at my house was a quiet affair; something my mum had striven to achieve. She insisted that we eat as a family at the dining table and always prepared a good, wholesome meal with dessert. Dad moaned as usual about the dessert and how it was affecting his figure but still polished off his portion promptly. I didn't have any problems with eating what was put in front of me. After the meal I dumped the dishes in the dishwasher and cleared away the rest of the waste from the kitchen before...
It was a Sunday morning my parents and my sister were going out for spending the day at a family friend’s house. I some how convinced my parents and stayed back by telling them I have studies to do. I actually had something else in mind, for the last 3 days I had a crazy desire for sex. I didn’t know what would cool me down. Lot of my friends has been with sluts but I personally don’t think it is safe because of the fear. So my parents left and I thought a good porno flick should work things...
IncestAfter I had sex with my Landlord he wanted to come by often.I told him to always leave a note in my mail box so I would not have anybody there when he came by..most of the American where still in Grafenwohr traning area so had a lot of time on are hnds I always went home early but then as a SGT.. I could do that..one day I went home early took a shower got dressed upand somebody knocked at my door,it was the girl from next door I invitedher in.. got her a coca cola and a beer for my self and we...
“So, you changed your mind about vaginal sex with Rain, babe. Not that I mind, as it’s between you and Rain, and I think that it’s rather sexy, anyway, but what prompted that? Just the knowledge that Rain has meekly accepted his lot and will be a loyal husband to you? I wouldn’t go so far as to call him a cuckold in the typical sense, more that he’s very feminine, practically a girl himself, and yours is closer to a lesbian relationship than any I have seen between two members of the opposite...
Except for having mentored her teenage son through puberty, Ellen Firestone was a mature widow who at the age of sixty-six had enjoyed sex with just one man. In the last three months, she had sex with Tony, the son she had mentored—now in his mid-forties—and Duffy Manahan, by reputation “the Don Juan of Albuquerque.” Though she embarked on that undertaking with trepidation it came off more naturally and wonderfully than she would have anticipated. When Tony had encouraged his mother to let...
Tatiana’s disclosure of the next chapter in our erotic adventure had the predictable uplifting effect on my battle scarred dick. Throughout our long lunch, the girls kept switching the subject of conversation to sex. I tried to talk about the relationship of Russia and Ukraine, they twisted ‘relationship’ into the benefits of mutual masturbation. Global warming became a discussion of whether a girl’s pussy became hotter as she got older. They drew the most ridiculous parallels intended to shock...
SeductionThe badge clipped onto your shirt pocket reads "Lewis Smith", and a not-flattering-but-not-unflattering picture of you is next to your name. Underneath is written the text "Junior Laboratory Worker". Your job is largely grunt work; you mix chemicals, prepare injections, handle paperwork, and generally do whatever you're told. You have always wanted to work at DICO, but now you're here you find yourself feeling increasingly underwhelmed by it. As far as your appearance goes, you're 5'10" tall...
FetishThe Darkness Part one: the gatekeeper falls: "Won't you share the darkness with me?" - Irish saying It must have always been there, when the light gave way, hidden in the shadows. Those same shadows grew longer now as the sun disappeared. They crept across the playing fields on the edge of town, covering the ground first, then climbing up the bramble encased fences of the houses that bordered the playing fields and across the small patches of grass that were called back gardens up...
Avevo 18 anni ed ero ancora in calabria la mia terra di origine.All'epoca frequentavo le scuole del mio paese ,un piccolo paesino medioevale ai piedi della Sila.Gli studi andavano abbastanza bene ma a volte in alcune materie un po'ostiche x me avevo bisogno di aiuto e spesso con due care amiche di scuola ci vedevamo x aiutarci a vicenda negli studi. Le mie lacune in materia di lingua italiana a volte parevano insormontabili ed Elisa una cara amica di studi mi aiutava a superarle con non poche...
Friday It was early evening. As the sun tracked its way slowly down, and weary commuters headed for home, the hostess was making her final preparations prior to opening the club. She issued instructions to her staff and completed some outstanding paperwork. Then she walked around the club for her usual last minute inspection, stopping for a quick word with the statuesque and muscular women guarding the entrance. Back in her office, she locked the door and drew the blinds. Quickly she...
The idea was wicked, so far from everything I had ever allowed myself to ponder that it left me breathless and wide-eyed. It was forbidden, crazy; if I was totally honest with myself, it was not something I should ever be contemplating. Yet there was this guilt that had wrapped itself around my heart like a wet, cold blanket and made my insides shiver, and I had been unable to shake it off. So I had confessed what I had done, trembling with fear that I had ruined the most precious thing I had...
CuckoldHello friends..!! This is Rakesh Again… After a good response for my stories I decided to write about another encounter of mine. It was a secret between me and her but I am posting this experience to her knowledge. To new readers this is Rakesh, pursuing my B.tech in a government college in Odisha. I m bit fair, slim but a healthy body, 5ft 7… This happened when I was in my 12th. A distant cousin of mine got job in our town so my parents asked her to live in our home. We are a family of 3. Mom,...
IncestThe last time Duke and North Carolina played, Allie and I placed our usual bet - winner gets to tell the loser what to do for an entire day. Duke won on a buzzer-beater so I decided to get a little payback for Allie’s bullshit the previous season. You see, she had me whisper “I just hate wearing panties” in my sluttiest voice to an older guy at the bar. I’m no prude but it was kind of humiliating. So when Duke won, I finally had my chance to get her back and raise the stakes. You could say...
ReluctanceAnother contribution from Sharkfin Two cannibals stranded on an island. They ate every living thing including vegetation to survive. Finally, with nothing left to eat one cannibal said to the other “since we are going to die, we should do as we lived. We should eat each other till we die.” The other agreed and the laid opposite each other and started at eating each other’s feet. The first stopped and asked, “How you doing?” The second replied “Having a ball.” The fist said, “Slow down...
We’re almost there now. Sun is getting lower, right alongside this uncomfortably small craft. For a moment I let my mind wander away from this plane, and from Harriet. Fantasies of the upcoming months take me to wonderful places through beautiful visions. I can’t wait to be on that beach, showing my perfect, soft, beautiful body to everyone there. I can’t wait to get to work, either. The videos he sent me of the parties look incredible, and they go until morning. Deep in the center there...
MatureHello everyone, mera naam Neil hai aur meri age 22 years hai. Aaj main apna first sex encounter share karne jaa rah hu jo. Ye mere Varsha mami ke saath hua. As it’s my first story, koi galti ho toh ignore kar dena. So jaise ki maine bataya, meri mami ka naam Varsha hai. Woh ek housewife hai aur unki age 35-36 saal hogi. Woh fair complexion ki bhi hai. Bhale hi woh thodi chubby ho par unke figure ko dekh kar koi bhi bina mutth maare nahi reh sakta. Unke boobs ka size hai 36DD hai aur unki gand...
As Emily lay there, her mind tried to take in all that Mike had revealed to her. Her head was telling her that now was not the time to take Mike up on his offer, but her body was screaming for release, and to her chagrin, Mike seemed to know it. ‘You want it don’t you?’ he asked knowingly. Not able to look him in the eyes, she simply nodded. ‘That’s what I thought.’ He stood up, and went over to the door. When he opened the door, Zeke walked in naked as the day he was born, with a smirk on his...
Hi friends, I’m a good reader of ISS. my mail id Coming to my details my name is Sriram 6ft tall fair in color with a good physic living in Hyderabad. And I’m very much interested in women of age between 25-40. Actually the story I’m narrating is my first sex experience happened with my Revathi aunty.she is very hot having 38_28_36 perfect measurements. when I’m studying my b tech 3rd year about 7months ago. Coming to the story I became a friend for an women with an unfortunate call from her....
The hours seemed to crawl by. I could only assume that “dress nicely” meant that he was taking me somewhere that required evening wear. My black dress would be perfect. Layers of sheer material overlapped a simple black underskirt. Together, they complimented each other, but without the underskirt, my treasures were visible. I couldn’t wear a bra with the halter top, so my heavy breasts hung freely. The soft material lightly tickled my nipples, making them stiff and sensitive. I decided to wear...
The rest of November was filled with hockey as Dave played for the AAA team and occasionally was called up for the major midget team. Dave's AAA team was still leading the league but the team's offense usually had to score six or seven goals to compensate for a weak defense and marginal goaltending. John and Dave spent a lot of time together and John joined Dave in his workout routine. Julie commented how Dave seemed to be getting much thicker through the chest and arms. Dave had attained...
It seemed an eternity before Rachel felt the table come to a halt. Through the thick veil of darkness that engulfed her, her heightened senses indicated she was not alone. Her ears detected faint movement in the distance. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the pitch dark environment, her nostril detected the foul stench of death and decay. Slowly she was able to make sense of the shapes and shadows in the darkness. She realized that she now lay in the center of a circular dungeon which was...
Hi dosto, kia haal han? Main iss k regular reader hon or kafi dino sa apni pehli story submit karna k bara soch raha tha. Main pak k ek chota sa city sahiwal sa hon. Pehla main ap ko apna bara batata chalo mere height 6.9″ hai color fair or body healthy hai. Muja girls k tu soro sa he shok raha hai pr main aj tak kase k sath bed share nahe kiya tha sirf oral sex he kiya tha hamsha. Now come to the story…. Main jab matric main tha tu mera sath mera ek class fellow tha jis k naam ehsan tha wo boy...
It was supposed to be ObiWan's month off. He had just completed a 10 month tour....transporting God-knows-what from here to there to here again. Then his boss passed him another assignment.... "ObiWan, the SCREWTOPIA has a faulty TRANSWARP DRIVE. So I have to get you and your crew to stay on work for a little longer. We have a supply of ROBOCOCKS to take to PUSSIO." Well, nice of the boss to tell him so late....he was just planning on a nice holiday to VENUS.....guess it would have to...
... (continua)So I rushed to my house with her matching thong and bra in my head, [I have the same one] kept telling myself, what are the odds, my neighbor next door has a set like mine. I decided to change accordingly, I went to my closet, check my panty's drawer and looked for the same set. What a great rush, I found a pair of khaky pants, a guayavera, some nice dancing a shoes and a light jacket. By the time I got back to Karen's house, she was already "ready," very rare in latin women,...
Shampoo Person Wanted This is the story of how I went from being a successful stockbroker to my current job working as a shampoo 'girl' (person) in a beauty salon. Being out of work for over a year took its toll. I had exhausted my benefits and savings. As a former stockbroker, I had little skills other than sales. Most job offers were commission based, but I needed a salary of some sort to pay my bills. At age 40, I thought it would be interesting to start a different career...
I didn't know what pre-cum was, but I would soon find out.I didn't have it but Bobby did, big time.I'd blown him two or three times but never engaged in forplay before doing it. We were on a double date so to speak.These two girls came to his house to visit us.He was fooling around with the brunette, I was with the redhead.We were having fun in our own parts of the room but I couldn't take my mind off what he was getting that I wanted to do to him myslef.We didn't get far and the girls left,...
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