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I remembered it was my thought that the history textbooks that I was given to teach high school students at a recent point in my current-day past were sensationally slanted in ways that were both subtle and innocuous.
I had finished a book that I had written covering the period of 1492 (When Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue) to 1892 (a year of no other significance except the fact that it was the four hundredth anniversary of the beginning date). The title of this book was called appropriately, “The 400 Year War”. One of my hopefully unbiased conclusions was that the conflict was only “accidently” genocidal rather than intentionally designed like so many in the past in different places by other less altruistically minded people.
That is why when I moved south with my dangerous force of just over three hundred killers that I thought of the poorly described conflict between the Native American Indian tribes and the European settlers. The Indians in my entourage were for the most part grizzled veterans of the French and Indian Wars and they had been supporters of the English settlers against the incursions of the French and their Indian allies primarily into the Hudson River Valley complex with some spillover into the Alleghenies due to French future designs on the Middle American colonies. It was hard for me to imagine the confusion in the Indian mind about the “in-house” squabble between the British King and the settler children in a far distant land. Still, it was natural for them to fall into the category of supporting the fight for freedom because they knew the settlers at least knew the territory and the unique factors that needed “boots on the ground” to form an alliance with an indigenous people that revered the land as their mother and mentor.
The fact was that the strength of the regular British Army was in fact its greatest internal enemy because the discipline needed to form up in the face of enemy fire was counter intuitive to the instinct of survival and one that most Indians and settlers alike would find ludicrous and without merit. That same sort of blind mentality stayed European in nature right up to the “trench warfare” of the War to End All Wars that destroyed the flower of European manhood for a full century. Of course, it was the follow up war in the next generation that sealed the deal of humankind folly and led us into the current millennium with tentative understanding of the struggle between good and evil. That underlying conflict is the reason for my time travel adventures into the midst of the American Civil War, the American Revolution and the final stages of World War II when the globe was involved in global warfare on a scale never seen before.
Right now, my unit was moving at a fast pace ever southward in a leapfrog tactic that I had learned at an early age making retrograde movements away from far superior opposing forces.
The town was in an out of the way backwater in the foothills of the interior mountains and it had been subjected to several raids by the British forces along with their Indian comrades with an eye to gathering rations and fodder for their animals as well as putting the Patriot militias off kilter on their sense of a secure base from which to operate in repulsing the redcoat assaults.
In their enthusiasm for extracting information from the populace, the less scrupulous British Officers, no gentlemen, to be sure, had used the threat of rape to scare the females into divulging their secrets about the location of the enemy positions and any other plans or plots that presented a threat to her Majesty’s deployed field forces.
Into this volatile mix, came Mary Reilly and her beautiful sister Helen with glorious red hair that tended to annoy most British Officers because they resented any reminder of the Irish people that often gave them pause to reconsider their military superiority.
The two girls were placed in a holding cell that had no less than six female prisoners in various stages of undress and being ogled by the rank and file with obvious relish in the hope that the officers might throw them a bone or two.
Mary watched poor Rebecca Cummings being subjected to dreadful blows on her rump by a Major’s riding crop that not only reddened her skin but actually drew blood in several locations like she was being torn apart by beasts on a battlefield. Of course, Rebecca was sobbing in an uncontrollable manner. Mary knew it was because of the display of her naked bottom and not from the pain of the whip because Rebecca was a fanatically religious girl with modest views about love and romance that kept her from engaging in any sort of sexual conduct that would be viewed with disapproval by her devout mother already widowed by the conduct of the war against the Crown.
In fact, Mary knew that Rebecca was quite likely a virgin in reality and not just words from a less than truthful mouth. On the other hand, she was fully aware of the fact that both she and her sister could not say the same because their nasty older brother Hank had done the both of them behind the barn robbing them both of their cherries and telling them to keep their mouths shut if they knew what was good for them.
She had been filled with a sense of revenge and would have gotten it except for the fact that he was killed by the British in the very first raid and he was gone and forgotten from both their minds and better left unmentioned if the truth be known.
Now, both she and Helen were prisoners of the British and their brutish fumbles at interrogation dismayed her more with its ineptitude rather than its lack of structure.
They had even allowed one of the enlisted men to address poor Rebecca from behind with his dubious looking shaft as if he was a grand inquisitioner in the underground recesses of the Pope’s domain in Rome. She saw with relief the young girl had subsided into a coma of sorts that would likely do her in good stead during the next few minutes since the skinny fellow looked a bit on the pale side from fright. He probably knew all of the enemy civilians in the room were marking him as the perpetrator rather than the rowdy officers laughing at the poor girl’s amusing distress.
Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Story....I was pushing my bike down the stairs into the subway station. I swiped my Metro card as I carried my delivery bike over the metal barrier. I had been making deliveries all day. I was hot and a little sweaty. I was wearing just my tight bike messenger’s uniform. A pair of black lyrica biker shorts. A tight black lyrica matching top. I had unzip the top just a little to let in the warm air. It was close to 10pm when I heard the brakes on the subway train get...
I was pushing my bike down the stairs into the subway station. I swiped my Metro card as I carried my delivery bike over the metal barrier. I had been making deliveries all day. I was hot and a little sweaty. I was wearing just my tight bike messenger’s uniform. A pair of black lyrica biker shorts. A tight black lyrica matching top. I had unzip the top just a little to let in the warm air. It was close to 10pm when I heard the brakes on the subway train get closer.I walked into the last subway...
by mypenname3000 Copyright 2013 The Devil's Pact Side Story: Mark and Mary Eat at Subway Note: This takes place in Chapter 17 while Mark and Mary have lunch after recruiting Willow. After Mary's OB/GYN appointment with Dr. Willow WolfTail, and our subsequent fucking of said doctor, we were both hungry. I had parked on Division around the corner from the clinic and started driving down the hill when we saw a Subway restaurant on the corner of Division and I street. “Subway's...
A few years back when I was 19 years old, I was a college student studying tourism. I never really had girlfriends because I was too busy studying, working out, and hanging out with my friends. I was also freaked out by the fact I was physically attracted to a few guys in college. Not knowing how to deal with this situation, I certainly didn't want to talk about it with them, because I knew they would laugh and probably reject me.Everyday was the same old routine; take the bus, take the subway,...
As so often happened on her subway rides, Julie hunched over her phone screen. She had pulled up a dirty story to read in secret. It made her feel naughty to hide her smut from prying eyes, though today the car was empty. Julie wriggled her plush thighs together, pressuring her heated pussy. She gazed at her phone screen, watching the inky text drip and unfurl into images. First they were still, but they sped up, like an old projector getting up to speed with a film reel. The protagonist in...
People always say your life can change in an instant, but I thought they meant something drastic had to happen, like a car accident, or maybe a blood vessel burst in your brain. Or it could be that something really lucky happens, such as being spotted by a talent agent, or winning the lottery. I didn’t know that your life could change in an instant but that it would not instantly change. What I mean is, something could happen, something subtle, and you may not realize it at the time but it...
I felt his cock pressed tight against my ass and he felt huge I could not budge and inch as the subway car was filled beyond capacity and as the car bumped and swayed along I felt my short skirt riding up on my ass now I have a really nice round bottom and great hips from all the aerobics and work outs I do to stay in shape and that cock of his was nestled between my cheeks rubbing up and down up and down I began to fantasize about it what it would feel like in my pussy or even my ass OMFG I...
I felt his cock pressed tight against my ass and he felt huge I could not budge and inch as the subway car was filled beyond capacity and as the car bumped and swayed along I felt my short skirt riding up on my ass now I have a really nice round bottom and great hips from all the aerobics and work outs I do to stay in shape and that cock of his was nestled between my cheeks rubbing up and down up and down I began to fantasize about it what it would feel like in my pussy or even my ass OMFG I...
I walked into the last subway car. I could see a few people in the train cars in front of me. I had about a 2 hour ride to my stop. I pushed my bike against the back wall. I then sat in the small chair next to my bike. There were about 20 hard plastic chairs in the subway car. 5 metal poles were down the middle of the car. There were a few straps from over head to hang onto. The subway was known to toss you around at a few stops. The next two stops were about the same. A few people got on....
Jane was wearing a dark long flowing dress, spaghetti straps, open from the neck line all the way down to the small of her back, six white buttons down the front. She wore black Steve Madden Deja Vu platform shoes, red lipstick and a splash of smokey grey eye shadow.She was quickly walking down the street, as if she was late for an appointment. She was clenching her small purse in one hand and a ticket in the other. She walked down the stairs into the subway station. She could feel the warm air...
That autumn day I had left my car at home because its engine had failed.Then I had had a very long day at the office and in the early evening I was going back home using the subway.I was counting the minutes to arrive my station, when I felt his cock pressed tight against my ass cheeks and he felt real huge…I could not budge and inch as the subway car was filled beyond capacity. As the car bumped and swayed along I felt my short skirt riding up on my ass. I could feel that hard dick nestled...
I'm so excited! I've been homeschooled my entire life. Since I just turned 18, my mother finally let me attend school, an all-girls private high school on the other side of town. For my whole life it's been just me and my mother at home. She's my best friend and a good teacher, but she never leaves the house. She lets me run errands such as grocery and clothes shopping. I've been out of the house many times, but it's a struggle to fit in and feel "normal" in the outside world. Most of the...
© Copyright 2002. This story was written while chatting online with Magdalena. The conversation continued until we began to fantasize about the subway. The story line was taken exactly as it took place online, with very few changes. The online chat took about four hours to complete. I hope everyone who reads this story, enjoys it as much as we did writing it. She is a 26-year-old girl named Magdalena from Stockholm, Sweden. She is currently engaged. Her hair is the color of honey (every...
My name is Lori Janus. I just turned twenty years of age, grew up in a suburb of St. Louis, MO and usually attend St. Louis University where I recently completed my second year of study. I say usually because this summer, and for the next semester as well, I am taking part in a "study abroad' program in which I get to live, study, and work in Japan. My excitement level for this is about as high as anything that I have experienced so far in my life. It wouldn't take much to make that claim,...
My name is Amber. I was an exchange student in Tokyo in the summer of 2009. I was attending a college there on a soccer scholarship. My billets told me the stories about the subway gang groping were fake and not to worry. I had ridden the subway several times and never had a problem. Tonight was a little different. It was about midnight and probably too late for a blond little foreigner to be out by herself. I caught the train for a my billets residence. It was going to be a 1...
I watched Alicia get off the subway and almost didn’t recognize her at first. I was expecting to see her in her professional clothing, but she had on dark jeans, brown boots that stopped just below the knee, and an orange top that was shaped like a triangle and hung off one shoulder. ‘Damn, girl. You look hot!’ I whispered, as I hugged her and gave her a quick kiss. Then I pushed her back to arm’s length to get another look at her. She smiled and said, ‘I changed clothes after work.’ ‘I would...
It had been a full week since the first time Alicia hugged me. Now I planned my day around those few seconds when I might see her. I didn’t have anywhere else to be, but I wanted to be sure I was at the station when she got off the subway. The note I held in my pocket said hugging me was the bright spot in her day. Somehow that made it feel like I had a responsibility, but it wasn’t one that made me feel like running. Alicia needed a hug every day after work and I got to be the one to give it...
I was out at a dance club with some friends on Saturday night. Clubbing isn’t really my scene though, and I soon found myself very bored. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was almost 1 o’clock in the morning. I was having an awful time, and if I didn’t leave then, I would miss the last subway train and have to take a $50 cab ride home. So I said goodbye to my friends, and caught the very last train home. The subway ride from the club was going to be around 40 minutes. At first, the car was...
I found this online thought it was interesting so here you are.My wife often takes the subway when attending seminars in the city. She says that fondling of women takes place constantly, but unless it gets out of hand or if there's no police around, then most women simply endure it and chock it up to everyday life and let it go. I have told my wife that the thought of strange men touching her legs and *** and even her **** without her permission is wrong, yet I tell her that the thought of her...
I was out at a dance club with some friends on Saturday night. Clubbing isn't really my scene though, and I soon found myself very bored. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning. I was having an awful time, and if I didn't leave then, I would miss the last subway train and have to take a $50 cab ride home. So I said goodbye to my friends, and caught the very last train home.The subway ride from the club was going to be around 40 minutes. At first, the car was...
Tokyo Subway NOTE: As much as I’d like this to happen to myself, this is completely fictional! ----NeedForSex Damn, I swore to myself as I forced my way to the front of the line through the gigantic crowd of people. But that was to be expected in a subway station at rush hour in downtown Tokyo. I was already lucky, being nearly 7 foot, towering over the majority of people. Not to mention that I owned a car, being a successful businessman, though sometimes I still had to take the subway while it...
VoyeurThat long week I had gone to my office using the subway; because my nice car had been some days staying out of order at the mechanic workshop. On Friday I was really tired when I was coming back home and worst of all, I could not even budge and inch as the subway was filled beyond capacity.Suddenly I felt something hard pressed tight against my ass cheeks and it felt like a man’s cock. It was huge and I could not move away from it.As the subway car bumped and swayed along, my short tight skirt...
SUBWAY SUBWAY The subway is a daunting place at any time of the day. The cold harsh lighting provided by overhead lamps, half of which have been vandalised and no longer work, forming pools of dark shadows in? several areas.The once white walls now a dirty cream, much of that covered with graffiti and aerosol paint. The trains themselves, once new and immaculate, now the playground of vandals and subway gangs, the seats badly cut, and more graffiti bear evidence to the inability of the...
(This is my first foray into writing out one of my fantasies into story form. Please let me know what you think.)I get onto the NYC subway late one night after going to a sex club or play party. I’m the only woman in the subway car as the train heads uptown from lower Manhattan. I’m sober but a bit disheveled and I reek of of sex. A group of seven men get on at the next station and one of them notices my appearance and how I smell. He tells his friends in a normal, conversational tone that I...
The Subway©Shyblueeyes1968 2016(Interracial, gangbang, FMMMM, oral, anal, voyeur, reluctant, birthday surprise)Summary – it’s a warm summers evening, the sun as just dipped below the horizon, and in the twilight, a woman stands at the top of some concrete steps that lead down to a subway. Sara is a woman with dark desires that leads her into dangerous places in search of fulfilment.Sara paused at the top of the concrete steps, which led down to the subway. She glanced around and shivered, her...
I walked back to the apartment feeling the heat in the air and the warmth in my pocket. I now had Alicia’s picture and phone number safely tucked away and I felt like I had a little piece of her with me. I reveled in the awareness of how much my life had changed recently, but I also had some pretty serious problems to deal with. Right now I needed to find out if Jeff paid his rent. As I walked up our stoop, I saw Thomas gingerly coming down the steps, holding the railing looking like a...
Steven Rodman had been a teacher for almost ten years now. He was an "old hand" in the public high school system and had survived several cutbacks without any problem. Today was a different story. He was informed by his union rep that his name was on a short list for layoff. It seemed almost unbelievable to him. He had never been in any trouble during his decade in the system. Sure the demographics were bad; too many middle class families were fleeing the district. It was inevitable that...
It was the last night of our trip to New York City. After all the nights hitting the bars and clubbing, Kristen and I had decided to just go out for a nice dinner, have some wine and go back to our hotel and have a good night's sleep before heading home the next day.Kristen, my wife, is simply stunning: 25 years old, slender, long, red hair, round arse and beautiful C cup breasts. Although I don't look too bad either, I consider myself the luckiest man on this planet for having such a beauty as...
My class schedule is different on Tuesday and Thursday so it is not necessary for me to ride the early commuter subway. By Wednesday, my confidence had returned and I boarded the "sleepy time express" as if nothing was amiss. If anything, it was hotter and stickier outside than it had been the previous week, and I wore another tee shirt without giving it much thought. It was hot enough that the subway train system was having some sort of mechanical problems that caused the train to stop...
It was the morning that I returned the book about the American Revolution to the small library in our neighborhood that it came into my mind the best way to replicate my travels into the past was not to ride the subway endlessly like some addicted junkie looking for a fix, but to search within my own core for the trigger that would sent me on my way. I looked at the book one last time before I returned it to the librarian for placement back on the shelf for another reader. It was right at...
Subway Heat By billy69boy My name is Tori. I’m a 26 year old medical researcher at General Scientific downtown. I usually keep my private life private, especially my sex life. But I recently experienced the most extraordinarily erotic encounter I’ve ever had, and I can’t seem to stop thinking about it. So, I thought if I wrote about it, and shared my story with other people, perhaps I could finally get beyond it, and go about living the rest of my life in peace. I usually drive to work, but...
Subway Heat By billy69boyMy name is Tori. I’m a 26 year old medical researcher at General Scientific downtown. I usually keep my private life private, especially my sex life. But I recently experienced the most extraordinarily erotic encounter I’ve ever had, and I can’t seem to stop thinking about it. So, I thought if I wrote about it, and shared my story with other people, perhaps I could finally get beyond it, and go about living the rest of my life in peace.I...
I'm a heavy man weighing around three hundred pounds. I don't eat much but I do like foods that are high in fat. I see this guy on television saying that he lost over one hundred pounds eating Subway subs. I have always wanted to loose weight but lacked the enthusiasm. Something told me to begin doing what this guy did. It was a hell of a sandwich. I lost over a hundred pounds and still going. This is how I did it. It began with my first Subway sandwich. I walked into the store and saw this...
EroticI was much impressed with the defensive posture of Cornwallis at Yorktown. I thought this must be due to extensive experience in European style warfare in direct confrontation and meeting engagements on open fields of battle. That sort of warfare was really a place where reality was replaced by toy soldiers on a flat playing board in a child’s game with no blood being spilled in copious quantities. It would be totally unlike a deadly duel in the sun with actual firearms and sharp swords that...
The so-called Indian Agent was a blustering Irishman from Boston called Murphy. He was about the most mean-minded individual with a soul filled with blackness that I had ever met. I could easily understand why he kept a pair of Johnny Reb deserters always close to his person because he made enemies left and right with little effort. I made it a point to have the least amount of interaction with him as possible because I was sorely tempted to lift his hair and say it was a wandering...
I felt his hard dick pressed tight against my butt and it felt huge…I could not budge and inch as the subway car was filled beyond capacity and as it bumped and swayed along, I felt my short skirt riding up on my buttocks.That hard cock was nestled between my butt cheeks, rubbing up and down. I began to fantasize about what it would feel like in my pussy or even in my asshole…I was getting myself horny and the bastard smelled great too…I knew he was a black man, a very huge one…Then, my skirt...
My brother rolled his eyes like the grump he was, "No-go by yourself". He paused and shook his head, "And stop calling me 'Nii~Nii' we're not even Japanese!" I crossed my arms in a pout, "But Gamestop is too far to walk...Please I need this game! There's Hentai in it!!!!" I blurted because to me...that was a big deal. Nii~Nii threw his arms up, "Ew-okay stop! I don't need to know these things...take the subway there! You'll be alright. Just don't talk to...
It was a hot Toronto summer Sunday evening when I was headed back home from spending an evening downtown with my friends. As 23-year-old junior college students we were enjoying the much-needed break from our semester exams. I was about six subway stops past the Bloor-Yonge line in an empty cart, I was seated near the doors having a perfect view of the empty seats opposite of me. The humidity was getting to me so I decided to unbutton three of the top buttons of my silk white shirt. My black,...
I had made a huge mistake, slipping into the subway car just before the door closed. It took a second or two for me to realize my predicament, the sour smell of the car became overwhelming. I grimly held my breath until the next stop when I ducked out and ran to the next car. The relief of escaping that smell made me smile as I hung onto the rail. As usual, I glanced around the car, seeing a mass of humanity. Young, old, pretty, not so pretty. I found, as I often did, a pairing that I could...
A young girl takes the subway downtown to go shopping. The guy standing behind her has other ideas. I had just turned 18 at the time, and my first credit card was burning a hole in my purse. I decided one day to skip afternoon classes and head downtown to do some heavy. There had been some sort of problems with the subways earlier so it was standing room only in the car I boarded. Let me describe myself. I'm about 5 foot 3, naturally honey blond hair in a pageboy cut. I had on a thin white...
I was working in Japan and daily had to ride the subway trains back and forth to work. It was July and ungodly hot, with humidity levels off the scale. During the morning and afternoon rush hours, the trains were horrible. Always packed to capacity, plus extra people. The subways were so over-worked and over-packed, that they hired 'packers'. During rush hours, these people showed up in uniforms, with little white pith helmets on their heads and did their jobs on the subway platforms. Their...
(Wall Street Plots) I guess that it would be truthful to stretch a point and say that I was brought up in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty. I could see it with my grandfather’s binoculars from the rooftop of our tenement building sitting innocently dwarfed by the hulking Port Authority building with multiple basements hiding secrets still unknown to this day. The “plug-in” trucks of the Railway Express Company dominated the landscape for a full city block. Each day they would venture...
“Fucking son of a bitch!” I yelled as I clicked off my cell phone. Sometimes having an old fashioned phone would be worth it, just for the satisfaction of slamming it down in someone’s ear. Jason stood me up again to go hang with his “bros.” Well, it’s likely he wasn’t going to be getting a blowjob or laid by those bros. Hope he has fun with them. I called up some friends and we arranged to go clubbing together. Several of them had just broken up with their respective partners, so we were ready...
“Fucking son of a bitch!” I yelled as I clicked off my cell phone. Sometimes having an old fashioned phone would be worth it, just for the satisfaction of slamming it down in someone’s ear. Jason stood me up again to go hang with his “bros.” Well, it’s likely he wasn’t going to be getting a blowjob or laid by those bros. Hope he has fun with them. I called up some friends and we arranged to go clubbing together. Several of them had just broken up with their respective partners, so we were ready...
Group SexIntroduction: An attractive older business woman in New York only wants to return to her expensive hotel room, it is almost midnight. She is tired from a grueling meeting, and do to her inattention has gotten on the wrong subway train! Rape in The Subway Station An attractive older business woman after a late night business meeting only wants to return to her expensive hotel room, it is almost midnight. She is tired from the grueling meeting, and do to her inattention has gotten on the wrong...
You've just stood for five minutes in a cafeteria line to get today's version of an allegedly healthy meal -- wilted brown lettuce and tuna that came from a fish tossed onto the boat by its picky peers because it lacked taste. That and a lukewarm cola from the don't-call-it-Coke machine are going to set you back $4.50, if the unsmiling mouthbreather at the cash register ever finishes her interrogation. That all? For here or to go? Cash, charge or on account? On account of you're driving...
I looked up at the subway map and counted the stops.Ugh, twenty more stops to go…I started doing the math in my head as I twiddled with my black clutch that perfectly matched my black leather high heel boots.So like five min between each stop so like an hour to go…. Ugh…The clacking of the subway echoed through the incredibly cramped car. More and more people piling on at every stop while we passed under the centre of the city. The clashing smells of strong cologne and floral perfumes...
LesbianI have had the privilege of working with Gaius Petronius as an editor since chapter 6. He has a very sharp eye, yet sometime I miss his corrections of my typos. I am extremely grateful to him for not only correcting, but teaching this feral writer, all the while reminding me to be true to myself. And because some of you have asked, this story is about half way done. ***** Don and Lenny were both standing on the sidewalk at the jobsite when I got there at 8:20 a.m. There was a refrigerator on...
As their feet transferred from gum-stained subway steps to concrete streets, Julie’s eyes peered around. She’d never been this far out on the subway before, she didn’t recognize anything. The low, dense skyline formed by the buildings obscured any view of her more familiar parts of the city. There were little shops between the walk-up tenements: a fried chicken takeout place; a liquor store; a small market with vegetables at prices lower than Julie had ever seen at the stores near her; a...
Cindi was very happy today. It was the last day of school. This summer she would be visiting her Nana in Florida. She planned to go to the beach every day. She was just finishing her junior year and had turned 17 last August. At 5' 9" tall, Cindi was the tallest girl in her class. She felt she was a little slender to be attractive and weighed only about 125 lbs. The fact that her boobs were not yet developed caused her no end of embarrassment in the gym classes. Cindi felt that the other...
Going with Clarissa was like teaching yourself to parachute. Exhilarating, but also very unnerving. And darn complicated. A friend of mine set me up on a blind date with her, saying I was moping around too much, six months after I'd ended my first "grown-up" relationship -- you know, the first one where the main reason we broke up wasn't that one of us had gotten sick of "our song." Bobbi and I had been together for three years and we'd split when I got tired of asking her to marry...
(Back in New York City) I kept my eyes closed for a long time after I accepted the fact that I was back in my own time once again. Some changes had taken place during the transition that seemed puzzling but in retrospect I sensed that they were the best options for conflicting data. My watch was back on my wrist and the time was only minutes after my shift in time back into the last century in that subway train in Brooklyn. It felt reassuring on my hand like an old friend keeping me...
--- "Fuck me!" Nicole couldn't believe it; she had slipped on the icy path leading up to her house, her ankle had twisted painfully, and then she had heard (and felt!) the crack of her wrist as it hit the pavement. She was overwhelmed by dueling pain sources. "Mom! MOM!" she cried out desperately. Finally her stepmother and stepbrother Cam came out and helped her inside. --- 4 to 6 weeks, the doctor said; that was how long she'd have to remain bedridden unless her family practically...
There had been some sort of problems with the subways earlier so it was standing room only in the car I boarded. Let me describe myself. I'm about 5 foot 3, naturally honey blond hair in a pageboy cut. I had on a thin white ribbed t-shirt, plaid miniskirt, the skimpy bottoms from an old bikini, with no bra. I'm just small enough that I can get away with it. Mom says I'll droop later in life, but right now, I'm high and proud. I had smoked a bowl before I left, so I was flying. My...
Mike and Jill got on the crowded subway car. Mike had closed on a big account four work and they went out to celebrate. Both of them had several drinks and were feeling pretty tipsy. They couldn't wait to get home to ravage each other. They found a spot and Jill grabbed the above head handrail and Mike stood behind her as they took off. Jill could feel Mike's kisses against the back of her neck and his hands trying to move under her skirt. Stop, she told him. People can see. I want you so bad...
(An Unexpected Windfall) The dog days of summer had hit the Big Apple with a vengeance and I was suffering the same pangs of regret as all of those around me at not doing half the things I wanted to do when the rosebuds started to bud. My newfound close companion was the fresh-faced FBI agent from the downtown Federal office and she would often wake up in my penthouse bedroom rushing to get her war-paint on and strap on her seventeen shot sidearm with an authority that astonished me knowing...
I was having the best dream that Alicia was going down on me, actually licking me as I petted her soft hair. Then as I grew hard she took me in her mouth, and as I slowly became conscious I realized I wasn’t dreaming at all! ‘Mmmmm,’ I greeted her, ‘What a nice way to wake up. I thought I was dreaming at first. No wonder I call you Dream-Girl.’ But I think I am going to change that to Best Alarm Clock Ever’.’ Alicia giggled and crawled on top of me and kissed me right by my ear. ‘Good...
Mike and Jill got on the crowded subway car. Mike had closed on a big account four work and they went out to celebrate. Both of them had several drinks and were feeling pretty tipsy. They couldn't wait to get home to ravage each other. They found a spot and Jill grabbed the above head handrail and Mike stood behind her as they took off. Jill could feel Mike's kisses against the back of her neck and his hands trying to move under her skirt. Stop, she told him. People can see. I want you so bad...