Slave To Seenu
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First it was just an odd dream. Through her jeans, Tara felt a hand on her butt, which was still for a moment, then started stroking in a circle. When she turned, there was no one there. The next night a hand went to her butt while another started fondling her breast. Incensed, she yanked the hand off her breast and turned around -- again no one there. She woke up right after it feeling angry, but in the morning as she recalled it she felt a bit of excitement too.
She was 14, her body was pretty much developed and she'd been having periods for over a year. Some of the boys made her heart beat a little faster -- Steve especially. So it wasn't surprising if she started dreaming about sexy things, right?
The next night she felt an arm grab her around the waist, felt a boy's crotch press against her hip, and felt his hot breath in her ear. His other hand zoomed right up between her thighs and cupped the crotch of her jeans. She wriggled free and shouted "No!" -- though it was silent in her dream. She came face to face with -- Cyrus! She woke briefly. Why was she dreaming of Cyrus, the shy, polite, smart kid? He was very uncool, and not particularly sexy. She drifted back to sleep, but once again she sensed a presence behind her. He grabbed her hips as she stood and began a humping motion against her rear end. It took her a couple seconds to break free, and she shouted a silent, "Cut it out!" Cyrus faded. She had been sleeping on her right side and turned with annoyance onto her left, hoping to leave that sort of dream behind her and just get some sleep. But there he was again, reaching out to grab both of her breasts at once, pushing her back against a wall. Once more she fought free, pushing him away from her roughly.
When she woke in the morning, memory of the dreams came back to her, along with a rush of anger. In French class she was a little bit behind Cyrus and to one side, so she could easily steal glances of him, but he didn't try to look back at her. Half the boys in her class were still little kids, but Cyrus was one of the ones who was growing up. He was taller, he had some zits, and his voice was changing. In Earth Science her seat was a couple rows in front of him, though still off to one side. A casual turn of her head let her steal quick glances back at him. Three times she found he was looking at her, and the third time he shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he looked away. It was definitely more attention than he usually gave her.
Boys looked at her more and more, and she felt pride in knowing she was attractive. She was also a little annoyed when they stared at her chest or her crotch; they didn't think she noticed, but it was sometimes obvious. She made a note of how much they stared at other girls too. Her willowy blond friend Melanie got the most looks, while the slightly heftier, big-boobed Leslie got a lot too. Leslie was super-outgoing, and it seemed her flurry of conversation rarely stopped.
The next night it was more of the same; Cyrus stood in front of her, looking a little awkward, but then reached for a boob. She intercepted his hand and pushed it away, but meanwhile his other hand reached between her knees and surged upward, pressing her skirt out of the way and coming snug against her panties. She pushed that hand away, her loud 'Cut it out!' silent as always. He faded and she drifted off to sleep, but it seemed that only minutes later he was back, moving in clumsily with his face, trying to kiss her, while his arm behind her waist pressed their bodies together. She wriggled free and slept once more. But he kept coming back to her in her sleep, groping, pressing, humping against her. She noticed with dismay that his stiff cock was now sticking out of his jeans as he pressed it against her stomach, and later he was completely naked. In a few of the scenes she was in just her underwear, then topless with a skirt. It seemed like even in her dream world he wasn't going to actually force himself on her, but as the dream kept coming back over and over, his advances were relentless. When morning came she felt like she'd barely slept at all.
At what she judged was the right moment, Tara mentioned casually, "Do you guys remember your dreams?"
"A little, sometimes, I guess," said Leslie. "Why?"
"I keep having this dream, over and over again."
"Yeah? What dream?"
"Well, um, a guy keeps groping me."
"Really?" Leslie asked with excitement. "Is he cute?"
"No! I keep pushing him away, but he keeps after me. Do you, Melanie?"
"What?"
"Do you have dreams?"
"I guess."
"What does he do?" Leslie asked. "How does he grope you?"
"Well, you know, boobs, between my legs, my butt."
"Oooo! Hormones, hormones! You're horny!"
"I am not!"
"Yeah, sure ... Is he naked? With a hard-on? Does he try to do it to you?"
"No! Forget about it, it's just a dream, that's all," said Tara. This conversation wasn't going the way she hoped at all.
That night was the worst ever, then the next was a little better. Then Melanie caught her alone, and said, "You know those dreams you were talking about?"
"Yeah," said Tara. She was exhausted, and didn't really feel like talking much. "What about them?"
"Is it some particular boy? Like someone in our school?"
"Well, I don't know, I can't tell who it is," she lied.
"I think I'm having something like that, the last couple nights. But I know who it is. Cyrus! Can you imagine that? Why am I dreaming about Cyrus?"
"Really?" whispered Tara, eyes wide.
"You do know who, right?" said Melanie. "You just didn't want to say. It's Cyrus for you too?"
Tara nodded. "He keeps coming at me over and over. I can't sleep!"
"Is he weird with you at school?"
"No, nothing!"
"This is so bizarre."
They lapsed into a brief silence before Melanie spoke again. "Do you, you know, like him at all?"
"No!"
"I mean, even a little?"
"No! Do you?"
"No ... He is so smart, though. And funny sometimes."
That was all true, Tara realized, but he was most definitely not cool! "You like him?"
"No! I said I didn't. It's just -- well, he is a boy, you know!"
"I thought you liked Carl."
"I do, I do! It's not like I like Cyrus, I told you."
In Earth Science, Tara turned to see what Cyrus was up to. He was looking at her kind of dreamily and didn't look away instantly as he usually did. Tara glared; Cyrus looked away quickly and turned quite pink.
The next day the two girls exchanged groggy greetings.
"Same thing?" asked Tara.
"Yeah -- worse," sighed Melanie. "I know what you mean about how he just never gives up. Why are we dreaming about him? He's nice -- I mean, he'd never try to grope a girl for real."
"I think he knows what's going on."
"You're kidding! How?"
"I caught him looking at me, and I stared back, and he got all flustered."
"But he'd do that anyway if you stared at him."
"Not like that."
That night Cyrus invaded Tara's dreams once more -- then the next thing she knew, her alarm was ringing. She realized she'd slept soundly for the first time in ages.
At school, she noticed at once that Melanie was smiling to herself, and when she caught Tara's eye she gave a conspiratorial grin.
The first chance they had to talk privately was at the end of lunch period.
"That was so funny!" Melanie said, shaking her head.
"What? I slept well for the first time in ages."
Melanie smiled to herself for a moment more, then looked up. "You did?"
"He came to me once, then the next thing I knew it was morning."
"Oh ... My ... God! It makes sense."
"Why? What?"
"I decided I'd just see what happened. I mean ... You won't tell anyone, right?"
"No."
"Not even Leslie?"
"No, of course not! What?"
"I kind of thought about it before I went to sleep. It's just a dream, so what's the harm, right? So in my dream, I kind of knew what I'd been thinking and I just let him. And he did. I mean, he was like an animal."
"Did he just keep on and do it to you?"
"Oh, yeah! We'd both been naked in my dreams the night before, and this time I just laid back and opened up, and he ... he went right in. Zoom! Unnnh!"
"What? ... Huh. Did it hurt?"
"Huh? No, it didn't hurt. He was in me all of ten seconds or something. But he got deep -- way deep." Melanie smiled.
"Did he, like come in you? Or -- wait, it's just a dream."
"He came all right. He gasped and cried out, though I couldn't hear him, then he just kind of collapsed as he pulled out."
"This is so bizarre."
"I know. But you said you slept well, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, he got his rocks off and then he left us both alone for the rest of the night."
"This is creepy. So, was it disgusting? I mean letting him do it?"
"I felt a little scared in my dream, but I kept saying 'It's just a dream, it's just a dream!' And it was pretty exciting too! I mean, I can't get pregnant, and no one can call me a slut ... And it didn't hurt."
"Huh."
As Tara looked over at Cyrus during French, a couple times he seemed to be smiling to himself.
That night Tara slept well the entire night, without a single visit from Cyrus. She finally felt rested again.
The next night, Cyrus appeared in Tara's dream again. He was naked, with his cock stiff as anything. All she had on was panties. She was lying back on the bed, and he leaned over her, panting as his mouth approached her small breasts. She pushed him away and he disappeared, but something stirred in the back of her mind -- what Melanie had said.
Cyrus appeared once more, dove for her nipples, and this time she didn't push very hard. He hesitated a moment and glanced up at her, and she decided to let it go. The wetness of his mouth on her breast was a little weird at first, but also a little exciting. She was letting a boy suck her nipple! And then it started feeling good in the dream.
She felt his hand on her panty crotch, rubbing for a second, then trying to get his hand inside. She instinctively reached down to pull his hand away, then hesitated. 'It's just a dream, ' she told herself, then lifted her hips and pulled her panties down and off.
Cyrus had a dopey but excited look on his face as he crawled up into position. Might as well spread her legs, she thought. Seconds later she felt it. First a warm bump on her pussy lips. Then an insistent press with a blunt knob, then a very insistent press, her girl flesh pressing inward -- and then her tissues gave way and the knob was inside. It hurt, in a dream-like way -- sort of like hurting in theory but not in practice. And then he shifted upward, pressing hard, inward, filling her up. She had no idea her pussy could stretch like that -- this humongo tampon, but so unlike a tampon in every respect. Hot, insistent, self-propelled. It glided on something, which must have been her dream lubrication -- she'd read about lubrication on the web. Cyrus was pumping away like a crazy man, filling her over and over again, bumping against her pubic bone, his face contorted and distant. He kept going and going, and she started feeling something good. Somehow the parts of her body that can make a girl feel good were doing their job. The idea of getting stuffed and humped was both exciting and disgusting, but now it actually felt good, a warm glow of pleasure. Then Cyrus held his breath as he pumped furiously, then collapsed on her. That must have been his orgasm. He looked up to give her a goofy grin before he faded away.
Tara woke from her dream and smiled to herself. Melanie was right -- it was like a free chance to experiment. No disease, no real pain, no pregnancy, no bad reputation -- Cyrus was hardly going to boast to his pals of having a wet dream! That is, if he had any pals he confided in. And it felt right somehow. She'd known ever since she'd found out the facts of life that sex was in her future. First it was totally unthinkable, then it was something to think about but incredibly gross, then she could kind of see why maybe someday she'd want it -- and now she'd done it! At least in her dreams. And a big chunk of the "gross" part was gone, she decided. She explored with her hand inside her panties. She was warm down there, and even a little damp. She stuck a couple fingers in her pussy and could tell her hymen was still there. She'd lost her virginity in her dream, but not real life.
"Let me guess," said Melanie. "You let him do it to you!"
Tara hadn't thought her smile was that obvious. "Yeah," she said sheepishly.
"Which explains why he didn't do it to me until after it was already light. He did it to you first thing, probably, right?"
"Yeah."
"And how was it?"
"Pretty nice. Really pretty nice."
"Yeah. Did he last longer with you?"
"Yeah -- and it started feeling good."
"You mean the idea of it?"
"No, like sexy feelings."
"Really? I've never had that."
Leslie approached her two friends. "You aren't avoiding me, are you?"
"Oh, no, of course not!" said Tara.
"You're always whispering."
"Yeah, sorry, but it's nothing to do with you."
"Is it those dreams?" Leslie asked, more quietly than usual.
"Huh?" asked Tara. She wasn't eager to broach the subject of dreams with Leslie again.
"Yeah, I started having them too," said Melanie.
"Oh, really?" said Leslie. "You know, I had one last night. At least what you were saying sounded like what happened to me. Oh -- by the way, I couldn't make out who it was. Do you guys have particular boys in your dreams, like from school?"
"Yeah," said Melanie. "It's Cyrus -- for me," she added, with a quick glance at Tara. Tara hoped she could become as confident as Melanie some day. To admit that a not-cool boy was pawing her over in her sleep, and then not to 'out' Tara at the same time.
"Cyrus, huh," said Leslie.
Tara expected a stronger reaction than that. She would have expected something like a wide-eyed "Cyrus! That's so gross!"
"What about you? Was it someone we know?" asked Tara.
"No, I couldn't see who," said Leslie.
"Cyrus, by any chance?" Tara asked.
"No, not Cyrus."
They got a strong hint later as class was about to begin, when Walter said, "I dreamed about you, Leslie." His voice cracked and squeaked on the "Leslie" part.
"Well, I don't want to hear about it!" snapped Leslie. That wasn't like her, if all that was involved was Walter's own dream. He was one of the more clueless boys around, and his skin now had that oily look to it, matching his changing voice. Cyrus might not be cool, but he was smart. Tara was glad it wasn't Walter who was coming to her at night.
Tara also noticed that Cyrus was especially attentive to the exchange.
In her dream, Tara knew how it was going to go. Cyrus was going to go deep, pump a bunch of times, and shoot his wad. By now it was exciting, but a little frustrating too.
In her dream, Tara rubbed her own pussy as Cyrus approached her. As he tried to mount, she held him back -- she didn't push him away, she just held him off while she rubbed, feeling those good feelings accumulating. Cyrus saw what she was doing and didn't disappear. He waited a few seconds and then began moving into position. Once more she held him back. This time he wouldn't be denied, and he struggled into position. Tara sensed that her choice was to reject him entirely or let him do it. She let him do it. But as he moved in, she grabbed his cock and rubbed it back and forth over her vulva, getting her clitoris. But Cyrus could tell his cock wasn't going the right way, and in exasperation he grabbed it from her and lined it up where it really went and shoved. As usual, it felt nice to Tara -- nicer than usual, in fact. Pleasure built, but seconds later Cyrus lunged and froze, and it was all over.
He came to her again, and once more she held him off a little. Her fingers worked busily, getting her excited. But the third time he wouldn't be denied any more, and he lined up and plunged in. After a few strokes, Tara seized his butt and held their pelvises firmly together. Her clitoris felt a restful sort of glow from that. Cyrus was annoyed that his thrusting had been interrupted. Scowling at her, he moved his own hands to her hips, and then he had the leverage to get himself out-strokes regardless of how she pressed. She let him thrust, and it felt great. He moved his hands up higher again, and as she felt him getting excited, she gripped his pelvis to her once more. Once more she felt a sort of restful glow, a calm before the storm, perhaps. Quickly he clutched her hipbones and resumed his fucking motion. This time he didn't let go of her hips, but stabbed into her with greater depth and speed. Her pleasure was almost there, almost. When it looked like he was about to come, she wiggled to one side, then the other. It felt good, and it threw him off his rhythm. He regained control and resumed his fuck then, and she felt something happening. It was going to be all right, she knew. He was going to fuck her harder and faster, more and more, and -- there it was! She felt waves of pleasure, waves of ecstasy. And above all she felt satisfied. There, for once she was satisfied too! She even had time to hug him before the dream faded.
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Andersonville 4 - Fallen Star by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to the volunteers and workers of AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) and other related, drug rehab programs. Fade in... I couldn't believe I was sitting here. Twelve years ago I was at the top of my game. 'Mack the knife' the fans use to call me. They gave me that name because I would slice through the defense of any team in the NFL. My team, the Cincinnati Bengals, was 14 and 2 going into the playoffs. We...
Flashback - Three months earlier... Judge Jasper opened up the chamber door with such great force that he almost ripped it from its hinges. Behind him followed Andrew Marshall (Mars), Pete Akins (Apollo) and Ashlee Gang. Jupiter slammed the crumbled note down on his desk in rage and faced his two sons. "This is intolerable!" he almost screamed. "A few months ago it was just one person, today it's two. What's he going to do the next time, bring in a busload?" "Father,"...
"Good morning, Crius," Dennis Butz said. "And to you - 'brother'," Crius replied with just a hint of sarcasm. The Titan God was seated on the back porch of his new residence having breakfast. He was dressed in his traditional long, white robe with an oversized hood that was common before the war with the Olympians. Nearby sat Lucus, who eyed the director carefully. Dennis gave him a frown and sat down. "Where's the suit I got you?" Dennis inquired. Crius grunted as he...
Ann and Danica went with me on Monday when I returned to work. I placed both in jobs to learn their duties from the people who did the same work. I left at eleven to drive Anita to the truck stop. She wasn’t in there long when she came out telling me she was starting work the next morning. She would be using Ann’s car to go to work. I asked, “Do you want to return to the store now or may I take you to lunch?” “I think lunch if you have time.” We went into a small diner and sat in a...
Introduction: This work of fiction is based on a theme suggested by regular reader TexasDave14. The story is completely fiction, although the characteristics of the featured individuals are based upon real people. In 1985 we moved to Charlotte from Raleigh when I took a new job at a civil engineering firm. Connie had been an office manager at an insurance company before we moved, but decided to take the summer off before looking for employment again. However, we were soon to become involved in...
Introduction: submissive girl finds out who her true love is Bye Billi Jo lifted herself up, caressing the back of Dereks head, as they made sweet little kisses. Bye&hellip, he replied. She could hear her roommate gagging in the background. She did not care. She had moved to the city three weeks before, ready for college and a new life away from her boondocks family. Dont mind her. Billi Jo said as Dereks hand moved over her plush curves. She tried to remain still, hating the thought of him...
"Bye…” he replied. She could hear her roommate gagging in the background. She did not care. She had moved to the city three weeks before, ready for college and a new life away from her “boondocks” family. “Don’t mind her.” Billi Jo said as Derek’s hand moved over her plush curves. She tried to remain still, hating the thought of him thinking she was fat. She was fat, as far as she was concerned and nothing like her stick of a roommate. “Mmmm… I love your big ass.” Derek said as he...
Introduction: girl learns to be submissive to her brother Bye Billi Jo lifted herself up, caressing the back of Dereks head, as they made sweet little kisses. Bye&hellip, he replied. She could hear her roommate gagging in the background. She didnt care. She had moved to the city three weeks before, ready for college and a new life away from her boondock family. dont mind her. Billi Jo said as Dereks hand moved over her plush curves. She tried to remain still, hating the thought of him...
"Bye…” he replied. She could hear her roommate gagging in the background. She didn’t care. She had moved to the city three weeks before, ready for college and a new life away from her “boondock” family. “don’t mind her.” Billi Jo said as Derek’s hand moved over her plush curves. She tried to remain still, hating the thought of him thinking she was fat. She was fat, as far as she was concerned and nothing like her stick of a roommate. “Mmmm… I love your big ass.” Derek said as he...
Author's notes: Permission to use the names of my fellow authors (and good friends) was obtained before this story was written. Any negative events that happened in this story were explained before consent was given. Fade in... There was no doubt they were in love. My brother was lying on Sally's lap while she ran her long, delicate fingernails through his hair. Steve's injuries were healing nicely, and the doctor had said that he should be able to walk without his crutches...
Gillian's Justice By Michele Nylons Chapter Four - Objection! Gillian Dixon's trial had been running for four days and Annabelle Creighton was steadily building her case. A succession of witnesses provided the jury with evidence that Gillian had the motive, the means, and the opportunity for her to murder Lord Edward Beaumont. It was alleged that she and Lord Edward were alone at the club and his body was found in Gillian's office with her in attendance when the police arrived....
My name is Danny, if have a beautiful wife (Beth) and two children (Lori and James, twins) and live a normal life in a busy city. Both of our kids attend the same private school in our area and are head of their classes, everything is good. Lori and James are the kind of twins that look nothing alike, James took after Beth with his brown hair and dark eyes while Beth favored me with her blonde hair and blue eyes. With them sharing a lot of interests they had always been inseparable, even...
It was a perfect Saturday morning in Peace River. It was warm, but not too warm, and I was out taking a stroll around the town trying to get a feel for everything here. Connie had offered to go with me but I declined, saying I needed some time alone. I hated to admit it, but I was missing my life back in Andersonville. As I walked past Shady Pine Cemetery, I spotted Ashlee Gang laying some flowers on a grave. She didn't seem upset, rather the look on her face was comforting, as...
Fade in - Andersonville Cemetery 50 years from now. Gently I placed the flowers on the grave of my beloved husband with much sorrow. Three long years had past since his death, and yet I missed him as much as the day he had died. Close by were the graves of my parents, also having long ago gone to their reward. The Anderson's hadn't been my biological parents, but I had called them my own just the same. Next to my parents was the final resting-place of my brother, Steve, AKA...
Coucou, Hihi! Je voulais vous raconter quelques petites choses intimes de Milla la travestie soumise en formation pour devenir salope.Il y a quelques temps, Milla fait la rencontre d'un homme séduisant sur un réseau social. Plus la discussion avance, plus l'excitation envahit Milla. Et plus elle se livre à une soumission de plus en plus complète. Lui, apprécie beaucoup les propositions et encourage la soumise à dépasser encore davantage ses limites. Elle mesure 5'6 avec un poids de 150lbs, 28...
Gillian's Justice By Michele Nylons Chapter One - Gillian Dixon TRANS MADAME ARRAIGNED IN EARL OF BEDFORD MURDER CASE Gillian Dixon, a transgendered woman and alleged Madame of an exclusive London 'Gentlemen's Club' will today stand trial for allegedly murdering Lord Edward Beaumont, Earl of Bedford. No stranger to the criminal courts, Ms Dixon has previously been charged with offences relating to drug distribution, blackmail and solicitation but the cases were quashed when prime...
Gillian's Justice By Michele Nylons Chapter Two - Fleur De Lis Andrew Dixon continued to drink scotch during the one hour drive to Lord Chelmsford's country home. He became a little handsy with his niece but Gillian she figured he'd paid out thousands of pounds for her breast augmentation surgery and for her wardrobe so she shouldn't be too annoyed with him. Besides he would usually have one of his trout-pout bimbos accompanying him who would undoubtedly have given up any...
"Good morning, Mrs. Stover. I'm Mark Merrick and this is Vickie Marshall. We're here to drive you to your appointment." Mrs. Stover looked carefully at the two people standing outside her door. They were both dressed in uniforms that medical people typically wore these days. Unfortunately Mrs. Stover had seen too many doctors and nurses over the past couple of months to know that. They smiled, and she felt at ease with the strangers. "I'm sorry you had to drive all this way for...
"OK, folks, listen up. We've had a couple unfortunate incidents where my girls have disappeared without a trace. We've completely lost touch with both Monique in Charlotte and Debbie in Raleigh, both in North Carolina. Let me remind you, if our people are injured, it means entire regions of the country won't get treated. Thousands who we could save will die needlessly. We realize how dangerous things are now. We've also lost touch with our contacts in Hilton Head, South Carolina, Palm...
Hi friends, I hope all readers are fine and happy, am a regular reader of iss, my name is sebi of 32 age, belongs from Kerala, working in a Pvt it company. This story happened when I was 26 yrs.This is my first story here. Any way lets come to story , this story in between me and my neighbor seena she is very rich and 41 years old at that time me at 26 only. She is white in color and married having one child, her huss is working in Dubai in it company. Am not married at that time. Appa, amma...
“Ryanair flight Foxtrot Romeo five-one-four you are cleared to land runway one seven over.” The Boeing 737 that had taken off from Stansted curved onto the final approach, the pilot engaged another 20 degrees of flap and the undercarriage lowered with a hum and a clunk Three greens lights lit up on the panel in front of the pilot to indicate the wheels were down and locked and at just after ten to four in the afternoon the tyres hit the tarmac with a squeal and a puff of smoke. The airbrakes...
Tilly was speaking to her mother about her day's activities at school, when she heard her father pull into the driveway. She glanced at her watch. He was home early. The front door opened then slammed shut. Her father appeared at the kitchen doorway. Tilly immediately noticed that he was not happy. So did her mother. "What's up love? Was it a bad day at work?" Tilley's father was a policeman. Most days were a bad day at work. Steve looked at his wife then turned his gaze to his...
Famille Vendue By chabaLa vie r?elle et nos fantasmes constituent deux mondes distincts et qui doivent toujours le rester. Texte tr?s cru et histoire tr?s hard (violence / inceste). Merci de passer ? autre chose si vous n’?tes pas certain d’avoir envie de lire ce genre de r?cit. Commentaires bienvenus/comments welcome sur [email protected] 1 - La capture.Le monde d’Evelyne s’?tait effondr? il y a deux semaines. Deux semaines depuis leur enl?vement et le d?but de l’ignoble dressage. Et demain, on leur ...
Me and Milly had been fucking around for about a month now, we had had some good long sessions where I had actually stayed over and slept with her, sneaking around wasn’t too bad either. It had started to get harder as Julie was beginning to ask more questions about where I was. But they weren’t too difficult to fend off. But I didn’t know if I could do it for long. Mine and Milly’s relationship was also developing nicely too. She was sweet and loving, and when we went out of town to do things,...
Jills Fire Chapter 1 Like A Shooting Star by roccodadom44 [email protected] Swear I wasnt one of those, you know preying on your teen daughters friends, yuck, it was different, really. Sure I had fantasies, all guys have that fantasy, tagging the nubile teens...
Chapter 1 I'd always looked up to Willie, but that was nothing unusual in itself. He was two years older than I, and he was my brother. He had just turned thirty two when he started having pains under both his arms and a tightness in his throat. Having never had a real illness before, Willie did his best to ignore things in the hope that the discomfort, whatever it was, would soon go away. Two months passed by, and still the pain under his arms remained, and the throat tightness got...
Gillian's Justice By Michele Nylons Chapter Three - Cecelia Flick The oak-panelled courtrooms had been purposely designed to look imposing and foreboding to those appearing before the Justices at the Old Bailey but Gillian Dixon confidently strode into the dock looking like she owned the place. "Any chance you're going to show a little respect and servitude?" her barrister Brian McCaffey hissed into her ear before he moved to the front benches and took his seat. Gillian just...
I owned a bit of land, to the rear of my house, having no use for it myself I rented it out to a local woman and one her daughters to keep their pony on. Sarah was a short woman, broad in the beam, what you may describe as a “country girl”. Jilly, her youngest daughter wasn’t anything like her mother. Although fairly plain looking she was a ponytailed blonde, very slim, 15 years old but had a rack of boobs far too big for her small body frame, it seemed to have appeared overnight! I often...