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'Waking up' with a beach outside your bedroom door can have a major impact on your world view, especially when you live at the base of a small mountain range 80 miles from the nearest ocean. Having your teenage son lead you out onto that beach with your daughter and her best friend waiting for you can be a bit of an eye-opener. Getting a hug from an eight-year-old girl you've never met but that you know is actually a 20-year-old woman in a coma -- that tends to put big dents in your skepticism. Meeting Amy was the final straw for my mom. She could deal with me "waking her up" in a dream, taking her someplace she's never been; walking on a beach she's never been to with her family. All of those she could rationalize. But when Amy shook my fathers hand then threw her arms around my mother's waist and begged her to let me help her sister, well that was it for her. What mother could say no to that? Not mine, that's for sure. As usual Amy could only stay a short time. And without a word, we all knew when it was time for her to go.
I stepped out of the shower the following morning with a strong sense of relief. I no longer had to hide from or lie to any of the people I loved. Mom was sitting at the table sipping her coffee when I reached the kitchen. She watched as I dropped my usual 2 slices of bread in the toaster and started it; waited patiently as I poured my orange juice, and then patted the spot next to her for me to sit down.
"That was the most amazing experience I think I have ever had," she said. "Bob was right, you can tell yourself you believe, and I really didn't, but then to actually have it happen." She shook her head and when she turned to me something had changed.
"That means the rest is true too, doesn't it?" She didn't wait for a reply. "All of it; the FBI, the murders, everything. Jimmy, it scares me to have you involved with these things."
Mom never calls me Jimmy. "I know, Mom. It scares me, too. But..."
She cut me off, "I know. You have to do it. I don't like it, but I know you have to do it. I didn't sleep a lot after we got back from your little island. I spent more time talking to God last night than I have spent in a very long time. I don't know why He chose you for this Jimmy, but Bob was right there too, I don't know too many people I would trust with something like this, and it makes me very, very proud to see how well you're handling it. To know that you are putting it to good use and not doing the kind of things that most anyone else would do. And I promise that I will try to be understanding and supportive. No guarantees, but I will try. Just promise me you will be careful. Please, don't take chances. I know it sounds awful but let Rebecca take the chances, that's her job."
"I know that, Mom, and trust me, I have no intention of doing anything in the real world that I don't have to. It makes me nervous every time I think about how many people already know about what I can do. I've learned to be very careful anytime I find myself in a new person's dream. Mostly I just observe and leave things alone. I rarely have to actually do anything, and then I try not to do it as myself. As far as reality goes, I don't think Rebecca would let me anyway. She knows what is at stake if the wrong person finds out. She doesn't even want to see me when we're awake. As far as anyone knows, she is playing cat and mouse with the bad guy and we're doing everything we can to keep them thinking that."
In the second week of the New Year of Our Lord, Eight Hundred and Seventy Eight, The Danes broke out from their winter camp at Gleawanceaster and once more assailed the Kingdom of Ælfred. The King was at Cippanhamm for Yuletide when the Danes descended out of the snow on the small Saxon host. Ælfred and his companions were taken utterly by surprise. They tried to stand at the river but were overwhelmed. The fighting was fierce and bloody and the waters of that unhappy stream ran...
Jim Kirk is now Janice Lester in both universes, while on a backwater planet Spock climbs a mountain seeking answers concerning recent troubling events. An epilogue to 'Star Trek: Mirror Universe Turnabout'. STAR TREK: INTERLUDE ON ARAGON IV by BobH (c) 2014 This contains spoilers for all my Star Trek tales to date. Most characters herein are the property of Paramount Pictures * The trail up the mountain was well worn and its slope...
Interlude between parts 5 and 6 of Ann's Afflictions.The day after I recieved the video clip was one of Mom's days off. She worked on the computer doing her homework. I stayed away in my room to think. I needed to go over all this and put more pieces together. I went back to our holiday in my mind.It had started just like any holiday abroad, enjoying the sights and getting to know the town. We made friends with a married couple in their early fifties I'd say, from New York. mom had many chats...
***** Edited by AsylumSeeker, a true joy to work with. Thank you again, for helping this dreamer bring life to these words. This is a simple kiss, told in precisely 750 words. It is an interlude, as the relationship (already more unusual than either can imagine) between these two young women changes and their feelings for each other deepen into previously unimaginable areas. This interlude occurs between chapters 3 and 4 of This Most Unusual Sister. Very soon, we’ll be meeting more members...
ANN'S AFFLICTIONS - AN INTERLUDE.THE BEGINNING, AND HASSAN!Interlude between Parts 5 and 6.The day after I recieved the video clip was one of Mom's days off. She worked on the computer doing her homework. I stayed away in my room to think. I needed to go over all this and put more pieces together. I went back to our holiday in my mind.It had started just like any holiday abroad, enjoying the sights and getting to know the town. We made friends with a married couple in their early fifties I'd...
Interlude Master is making me write an update about our daily lives and tells me I need to apologise for taking so long between chapters. So to all that enjoy the stories I am writing but get frustrated at the pacing I am sorry but I have a hectic life. It got a lot more hectic after I met Master online. Naturally I was very apprehensive about this and for a number of years in denial about my sexuality and of course my submissive desires. To compensate for this I would chase after...
Interlude #1: Ryou's Tale Interlude #1 I love nightclubs. I love dancing. I don't get to go often — my employer isn't fond of them. But occasionally, he's in the mood to indulge his lover's preferences and he takes all his friends some place loud and wild and expensive. My 'employer' as I typically refer to him is my patron's eldest son. My Patron is Kaiba Gozaburo and I am his Taikomochi — a male Geisha. I am only one of half a dozen certified Taikomochi. I studied at the...
The order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, Case of the Executed Evangelist series, The Swap series. Interludes 6-9 Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and...
Interlude 2 – Fetishes – Shaving CreamFor someone who has used a non-electric razor maybe a handful of times in his (long) life, I sure have gone through a lot of cans of shaving cream!I don’t know which came first, my smoking fetish or shaving cream fetish. (For smoking fetish, see Interludes 1 post.) They are similar, in that they both involve large quantities of white fluids being ejected from a small opening. Of course, there are more differences than similarities, but you know the ad men...
Constant in All Other Things First Interlude by Fakeminsk ([email protected]) Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent -Much Ado About Nothing From her position behind the one-way glass overlooking the octagonal operating theatre, she stared down at the body. The harsh florescent light did nothing to...
Mid- to Late-September 2007 I'll stop describing the details of my Voyage of Discovery in order to devote some chapters to a "Social Interlude". I'm sure you understand that I - 8B, the just arrived minds - need R&R (Rest and Recreation) even more than I want to experiment with my special abilities, as required by my job as the Voyager. That's especially true for the minds that had rolled the twelve 6s to start the Voyage. R&R and experimentation were both good reasons to pause...
This is not a typical chapter. It is an interlude which takes place on Thursday night, parallel to Chapter 5. I am taking this special opportunity to do something a little different: a collaborative writing. I want to thank SpacerX for all of his wonderful assistance, advice, ideas, inspiration, proofreading, and permission to play in his universe. And I hope that you all, both his fans and mine, will enjoy this little excursion. The music was soft, simple, and relaxing. Pan flutes were...
As I watch you lying there, naked and trembling before me, I cannot help but become aroused at the sight of you. Though you willingly submitted to the restraints, the blindfold that now keeps you in a state of constant awareness was a bonus you weren’t expecting. I know you were aroused by it though; the soft moan that escaped your lips as I slipped it over your eyes a dead giveaway. I know your body as well as I know my own; every contour, every flaw as familiar to me as my own face. I know...
Eighteen He is in a rather swank hotel room, unpacking his suitcase after the 9 hour flight across the pond. The business trip to London was going to be a bitch, 5 days of bullshit meetings with bullshit customers, but that was what the job was about. What was most unfortunate was that the scheduling conflicted with Hers, and there was no way to coordinate time together in England. Just before leaving the office yesterday, he had received a small package. He opened it, found another, smaller...
Twenty Four Ode to Green and Black He looks like he is in shock, sitting there on the sofa. His eyes are fixated on the football game displayed on the 60′ screen, but she doubts he’s even aware of who is playing. It has been a hell of a work week for him, and he is just above catatonic as he tries to unwind. They had planned on a night out, a great steak followed by some quality time at their favorite local club. When he walked in the door, however, she knew that wasn’t going to happen. To...
Interlude 3 The hotel encounter was 4 weeks in the past. She had recovered from the evening, at least physically. Her head was still wrapped around what happened, and she found herself day dreaming back to that evening far too often… She wonders what, if anything, is next. It is Thursday afternoon, back at the office after another boring lunch. She checks her email. There’s a weird one. Opening it up, its from Southwest Airlines. It’s her confirmation for a flight to New Orleans Friday...
Interlude I: The Promise of Sand Sand lies underfoot, silent, unknowing, windswept. Sun streams down on vast reaches of sand, it’s journey complete. Silent sand, caressed by sun, warmed by the indifference of chaos, sand drifts along the boundary between land and sea. Between what was, and what is. Between being and becoming. Sand drifts just in silence, it’s passage measured in heartbeats, it drifts on wind-borne currents. Rhythms of an ancient dance define the random thoughts of drifting...
Introduction: Husband finally sees wife after two day absence Interlude This is a bit of a look into our life. This is a true story, short, but honest. I was horny as hell, no other way to soften the expression, horny, wanting to pounce and pound my wife with reckless abandon. But as is usual with me I didnt want to cum fast, I wanted to draw out any pleasure, keep things going as long as possible so that my mind is swimming in the experience. I also wanted to make sure my wife cums first....
Maid to Order -- Interlude (Part 3)"I was sort of hoping you might help me out tonight," Kayla said. Herquestion didn't seem directed at me."What did you have in mind?" Marisa responded."Well, since so many of your "gurls" can't or won't, I was hoping youmight fuck me with your strap-on tonight. I need it bad."Marisa laughed. She glanced over at the alarm clock. "We might have tocombine our activities," she said. "I don't have time to wait for you tofinish round two with Stacey." I came to the...
Interlude - Fetishes – SmokingFor as long as I can remember, I have had a smoking fetish. Let me properly define my particular parameters of the smoking fetish as I experience it. I am sexually aroused by feminine females and feminine-looking crossdressers smoking cigarettes. Men smoking are a turn-off. Cigars are a turn-off. Pipes are a turn-off. Non-white cigarettes are a turn-off. “Cork”-tipped cigarettes are a turn-off, they must be all-whites. Length must be at least 100 mm; 120 mm are...
Midnight Interlude----------It was well after midnight when the taxi pulled into the driveway of the farm. The barn and main house were dark. The young woman, Kelly, stepped out of the cab with a single bag clutched in her hand as she paid the driver. She looked around toward the house hoping someone was still awake, but there was no movement to be seen. To the side of the barn were dimly lit path access lights leading off into the darkness. She glanced at the confirmation sheet and followed...
Back when Paul1952 published "Sultan's Choice", I asked if I could set a story in the Tabloid Tales universe. He was kind enough to say yes. He was also kind enough to read this story before I posted it and correct some mistakes that I had made in my use of British terms. Thank you, Paul, for your time, your kindness, and your stories. Ellie Tabloid Tales: Memphis Interlude By Ellie Dauber Copyright 1999 The Wheatsheaf Pub -- Wapping London -- October '99 It was...
Agents of Gor: Interlude A Girl Considers her Situation in the Morning Light by Albedo This is a fan-fiction based in the Gor universe. All rights to the characters and situations of the Gor universe belong to John Norman. This work is written without his express permission. This story is explicitly not to be reposted on any pay sites. The author, Albedo, authorizes the readers to archive it themselves. No other dissemination without the author's permission, please. ...
Agents of Gor: Part 7.5 - Second Interlude A Girl Reflects on her Night of Service in a Paga Tavern by Albedo This is a fan-fiction set in the world of the Gor novels. All rights to the characters and situations of the Gor universe belong to John Norman. This work is written without his express permission. This story is explicitly not to be reposted on any pay sites. The author, Albedo, authorizes the readers to archive it themselves....
Interlude by Justine duMonde Justine did not know when she had fallen asleep, but she did know it was after incredible sex. Sex with Lulu was always incredible. And waking up with Lulu cuddled next to her? That made her smile. Justine watched Lulu breathe for a few minutes. She smelled of Dior Addict, champagne and afterglow. Justine gently kissed Lulu on the cheek, heard her moan softly, then crawled out of the huge bed. Walking on stockinged feet as quietly as she could in the...
Maid to Order -- Interlude (Part 3) "I was sort of hoping you might help me out tonight," Kayla said. Her question didn't seem directed at me. "What did you have in mind?" Marisa responded. "Well, since so many of your "gurls" can't or won't, I was hoping you might fuck me with your strap-on tonight. I need it bad." Marisa laughed. She glanced over at the alarm clock. "We might have to combine our activities," she said. "I don't have time to wait for you to finish round two...
Interlude, Day 1 I have the opportunity for a full 48 hours as Kim. Even though I am working on my other story, Yankee Swap, I started by journaling the events of this time. Will it stay autobiographical or wander off into fantasy? Tell me in the comments section what you think is real, and what is illusion. No prizes, but kudos to those who guess well! Dear Reader, My wife and I have worked out a truce of sorts over the years about my cross-dressing. First, I get to do...
TRANSFORMATIVE INTERLUDE It is a beautiful day, still morning. I am sitting in a parked Lexus in China Town with my mentor, beautiful, glamorous Suzi. I'm in something of a daze, a blissful daze, gazing out the windshield while listening to Suzi explain the stages of my transformation and the training that will develop my escorting skills so that I can fulfill my commitment to my new employer. Everything is becoming clearer to me now, as my memory is coming back. I gaze at Suzi...
Afternoon InterludeCeleste looked at her watch. It can't be only 9:30am. Celeste has been counting the minutes until she could sneak away for an early lunch. She had an order from Dom Adam to meet at the Hotel Mirtle around the corner at 11am sharp! Celeste began to heat up just thinking about that order. Her boss was gone for the day and would not miss her for a couple of hours. Tick Tock. That clock had never moved so slowly before today. Celeste tried to concentrate on her menial accounting...
Desert Fun. Norm deals with an associates wife's indiscretions firmly but gently.She swept into the Casino like an old time film star, a vision in white and cream, immaculate grooming her blond hair cascading over her shoulders. Conversation diminished as men turned to stare and women scowl with jealousy. I stood and she changed direction to glide towards me, "Mr McGuire" I kissed her gloved hand."Ah Mrs Stephens, you came". "Was it not, as they say, an offer I could not refuse."...
Author’s Note: I’ve been working to create a version of the Stupid Boy stories for a wider distribution. One thing that was pointed out was that the stories were too long. To that end I broke them into smaller books. At the beginning of each I’ve added an Interlude to introduce the readers to a more in-depth look at different characters. Kara Tasman is featured in the next chapter, so I thought you might enjoy reading about her. Note that this is from the Freshman Year timeframe, right after...
The Herald was back in a holding cell aboard the same space station he had been freed not so long ago. This time he was not in a stasis field but from his head down in a clear plastic material suit with a metallic collar. No matter what he had tried, the material not only slowed down his every move, it resisted his diamond hard needle sharp claws. Right now the suit had bonded with the wall and he could not move even a few centimeters. He decided to research this more once he was free again....
His new aide alsdo a Commander came into the office of the Admiral and said. “I am unable to raise the Commander or the Midshipman. The local police found the Laboratory empty, but found the flier of the Xenobiologist 3 miles away near the mountains. No sign of the two. There is a piece of ground burned by TKU before a cave entrance.” The Admiral leaned back and pointed at the file he was reading.” I was reading up on the Big Bone Mystery and I wonder why we never put more efforts in this to...
Swybar lounged in the comfortable chair behind the conference table aboard the Red Dragon. Soon the requested supplies would arrive and make him a very dangerous man. The table was laid out with a light dinner. Both of his associates had joined him and both of them had been very respectful and lauded his genius. Swybar loved it when others realized just how smart and resourceful he was. Even the disguised Kermac treated him like an equal, as it was proper. He was no fool however and knew...
Interlude: a possible future From Amanda’s diary: How was I going to live without Fiona? Gods, I missed her so. I was crying my eyes out at the airport when we said good-bye. She stood there, upright and serious, with a stoical expression on her face. I couldn’t tell if she even cared about leaving me for months. She hugged me and let me bury my face against her. I hoped I wouldn’t stain her clothes with my silly tears, but I couldn’t help it. It was all I could do to go on breathing...
“What are you watching?!” “Them. My sister. Him.” “How can you watch that?” “Because it’s beautiful. Because it’s right. Because I can feel it when he moves in her.” “How is that possible?” “He’s making love to me, not her.” “Does she know that?” “That was her plan when she first saw him. He said my name as he entered her. That’s what she wanted.” “Is she the one to watch over him?” “Maybe. I can’t see the future. Not now, though. Now that’s me down there. Later, maybe, if they...
Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestMother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...
Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
I awake and turn my head sleepily to see you next to me, sitting up in bed, your long red hair in a halo around your face as it fans out across the pillow. You are writing on a pad, your brow furrowed in concentration. I can feel my renewed erection pressing against the mattress and seeing you like this, deep in thought and distracted, makes me want to possess you, to have you completely. We played our waiting game, and what a delicate and satisfying game it was, but I no longer want to wait. I...
I awake and turn my head sleepily to see you next to me, sitting up in bed, your long red hair in a halo around your face as it fans out across the pillow. You are writing on a pad, your brow furrowed in concentration. I can feel my renewed erection pressing against the mattress and seeing you like this, deep in thought and distracted, makes me want to possess you, to have you completely. We played our waiting game, and what a delicate and satisfying game it was, but I no longer want to wait. I...
AnalThe next morning I woke up to see Kathy smiling at me. "Good morning. Oh I loved what we did last night. Are you guys staying today?" "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself – so did I ... and I suspect we'll find that the other feel the same way." And with that I reached for her and gave her a big hug. "As to your question, I think the three of us need to get back to my place as we've got to spend some time talking about what needs to happen when we get back to Euston." I paused for a long...
Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading! Saturday, September 21st, 2013 – Randolf Cummins – Paris, Texas I sat at my desk in city hall, nursing my scotch, worried sick about my baby girl. Darleen hadn't come back from her dance class. Her car was still parked behind the school, and it was like she had just vanished. Which wasn't like her. She was a good kid. Straight A's, never in trouble, always home before her curfew, and helping out around the house. Which was a blessing since her mom had...
Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
As Betty recounted the events of her last tryst with Bill, Joanne’s mind wandered. Images of him swam in her head. Those images were clipped from afternoons he’d spent at her pool with Sarah, her daughter. Evenings he’d stayed for dinner. And then there were the memories of Sarah’s moans and cries as Bill fucked her senseless in her bedroom. The bedroom next to Joanne’s. Joanne couldn’t hear every breath they took. But she heard enough to know that Bill was nearly insatiable. Bill had...
"You need to know my story," Joan told Amanda as Dawn and Eve led Amanda into a small room. The floor and walls of the room were cushioned. The door slid shut behind Joan. "This is a secure padded cell, ideal for our use. Would you rather hear about how I met Hank and became a woman for him or--" "Make love, Mom," the twins chorused. Amanda was feeling like a bloated cow beside the three women. All three had golden tans and perfect skin. About the only thing Amanda felt she had over...
Chapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...
edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...
PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...
Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...
Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...
Vintage Porn SitesI should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...