The TGI Chronicles Part 2 Dave s StoryChapter 9
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I drove home that Wednesday evening, having dropped Lucy at her house, with mixed feelings. A wild sex evening with Lucy and TJ would be just like old times, and finding a woman who actually wanted dirty, kinky sex was a rarity. But, as I thought of how I had to protect Davinia from this episode, I felt dirty. I guess that's why it's called that sort of sex. I felt like a moth, I couldn't help the feeling of being attracted to the flame of all that Saturday night promised, but I also felt it could be bad for me, not what I should be doing, not even really what I wanted to be doing. But, it's too late for that. I've set it up, and TJ deserves it.
On Thursday evening, Davinia came round and I cooked hot 'n spicy. Well at lunch time I'd found that my favourite greengrocer had just got in a stock of four different types of chillies. So I couldn't resist having an excuse to use them.
We then spent the evening planning a Champagne dinner. We had all my recipe books out, and went through them choosing recipes. It was fun, we were both crawling around on the floor, trying to find recipes that we had only read half an hour before, but which we'd already lost. By eleven o'clock the dinner was beginning to take shape, and was looking good. I promised to talk to Tim to agree a date.
I also talked to Davinia about TJ coming to stay. She really seemed pleased to be meeting an old friend on mine. She didn't seem to mind that we wouldn't have our Saturday evening date, but that she would come to lunch on both Saturday and Sunday. I covered Saturday evening as just a boy's night out, in fact she told me of a pub that she'd heard of in Sheepen that had strippers and a comic, I didn't like to tell her that I knew it well.
I met TJ at the station. I was shocked at just how he looked. He had let himself go to seed, and certainly gained more than a few pounds. His hair was showing more than the early signs of receding, and he had it cut in an old fashioned and unflattering style. But what really worried me was his unhealthy pale puffiness, I guess gained from a very unbalanced bachelor diet. I had been thinking that I hadn't seen him for about a year, now I realised that it was nearly two years.
I took him to the Black Swan for a drink, it wouldn't have been fair to join the usual TGI drink, too many faces for TJ to remember. At the pub he went down another step in my estimation, he wanted to drink lager!
I couldn't resist showing my disgust, "Since when have you drunk lager? Fucking traitor to the cause."
"Oh, I just took to it about eighteen months ago, and it slips down easily and has the same effect." I think he was genuinely surprised at my attitude.
I didn't want our first real conversation in two years to be an argument, but I thought I could pull his leg, and remind him a little of how he's obviously let thinks slip, "You look as if you've been letting too many lagers slip down. Trousers a bit tight these days?"
"OK. So you've obviously worked hard, probably half starving yourself, to keep the same waistline as you had at college. Me? I see it that thirty is going to arrive bloody soon, and it's fair to relax a bit. Gyms and stupid little lettuce leaf diets are for wimps."
"I'll rise above that." I smiled and drank some real beer.
And then he took another step downwards. He got out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and lit himself one. I watched, "And since when have you taken up smoking? And for God's sake why?"
"Yeah, it's a bad habit. I don't really know why I started, I guess I found it nice when that bitch Gayle walked out. So that's what? Two years?"
"But you're twenty eight. How stupid can you get to start smoking at that age? It's fucking suicide."
"Piss off, Dave. So I smoke? So fucking well what?"
"Well I'll tell you now, my place is a no smoking zone. Understood?"
"Yeah! Whatever! Fucking puritan! I'll only smoke in the bedroom, I won't foul up your clean air."
"No, you won't smoke in the bedroom. You won't smoke anywhere in the flat. You'll go outside if you must." I stared at him until he dropped his eyes in defeat.
We sat and drunk in silence. This wasn't what a reunion with an old and dear friend should be like.
I broke the silence, "Gayle leaving you really broke you up, didn't it."
He looked at me, a bit sullen, and then he sort of smiled, "Yeah, well. My own silly fault really. I got a bit to friendly with one of her office friends at a company do. And she sort of found me. I hadn't got my trousers round my ankles or anything, but I would have if she'd come along later. I think it was the last straw really."
"But I thought you loved her? This was the one who was right for you, after Carol and all that."
"Well, you know. A year into a relationship, the rules sort of change. You want some variety, the same old scenery every night gets a bit boring. You should know that, you've never been bored in your life."
"But this wasn't me. You split up from Carol because you wanted a mortgage and kids, and she wasn't ready for that. Then you find Gayle and she's the one. That's what you told me, 'This time Dave, I found Miss Right' I remember you saying it. And then in a year you're screwing around on her. But, by the way she's driven you to smoking and letting yourself go a bit, I guess you regret it."
He looked up, hurt but aggressive, "What d'you mean 'letting myself go a bit' I told you, I just can't be bothered to keep as trim as I once did, that's all. I'm getting to old for all of that. It's got nothing to do with that fucking bitch."
"Why is she such a fucking bitch? Because she couldn't live with you playing around on her? I've found that most women seem to object to that sort of thing, it's one of the rules of the game."
"Well there you go then. They're all fucking bitches. It's bred into them. I thought that was your philosophy Dave. Isn't that why you've never let yourself be dragged to the altar?"
"My God, you really do sound bitter, TJ. You should watch that, it isn't a pretty way to live. And, no, I don't think all women are bitches. I used to think that however hard the guy tried, they would fail in a long term relationship. But lately, I've even begun to doubt that. I reckon they're like us in some ways, scared to get hurt; getting hurt even when we don't mean to hurt them; hurting us guys when they didn't mean to. Just trying to get it right, like us guys, and not always getting it right." I sighed.
Again we sat in silence. I was thinking about Davinia and where she fitted in my philosophy of life. TJ brought me back to the present, "So, what's this about tomorrow night, then? What you got lined up for me?" he seemed a little too keen.
"Before that, I want to talk about my girlfriend, Davinia. Now..."
"Davinia, that's a posh name. You screwing class ladies these days, then?"
"Dav is a nice girl. Now I want it clearly understood, she is off limits to you in any bloody way whatsoever. Don't even think about it. Understand?"
"Yeah. OK. But don't tell me you've gone all lovey dovey with some tart who doesn't know about the real Dave Finch."
"Well, we ain't lovey dovey as you put it. We've only been together for a couple of months, but she's a nice straightforward girl, who doesn't have any interest in any of your dirty suggestions. And, she doesn't need to know about some of the more broadminded things we got up to at university. Understand?"
"What you mean I can't tell her how we used to sandwich that bitch Carol?"
"There you go again, Carol wasn't a bitch. She had some funny ideas, but she wasn't a bitch. And, no, I don't want Dav knowing too much about Carol. I don't mind her knowing that I was a bit of a stud, but she doesn't need the details of Carol and you and me. OK?"
"OK. I can keep a secret. But what about tomorrow night?"
"Go and get another round in, and I'll tell you. Mine's the guest ale, Fugg's Summerlight I think it's called."
And he went off to buy another round. When he returned, he sat down and lit another cigarette, I watched him.
"So?"
I looked at him, and I wondered, "When was the last time you had a woman, TJ?"
"It was Gayle, so that'll tell you." he admitted.
"Not for nearly two years? Your right wrist will get RSI! But I guess it's hard to pick up women if your belly is hanging over your belt and you smell like a chimney!"
He looked at me, but didn't rise too my barb. "So what's the story?"
"Lucy is a nice girl at the tail end of a lousy marriage, with a husband that's screwing around on her up in Scotland. She wants to get out, but on her own terms. In the meantime she wants a night of real dirty sex so as to prove to herself and to him and the world in general that she can still do it and do it in a big way."
"And you've been helping her! With all of your lovey dovey talk about this Davinia, you've still got yourself a piece on the side. That's my man! I knew I could rely on you. You had me worried for a moment, but the greatest stud Maxwell College ever saw is staying true to his calling."
And that set us off reminiscing. And we were back as we should be, old friends with a lot of history. And laughing and joking and the story telling and flights of fantasy lasted us until closing time. By which time we were gently wasted.
We went off for an Indian curry, where the good humour continued, and we finished the job of getting drunk, then we went back to our beds at my place.
On the Saturday morning we weren't up very early. Eventually, I roused myself to get a glass of orange juice and some aspirin. I then had a shower and dressed. I shouted for TJ, he appeared from the spare bedroom in his boxer shorts, smoking a cigarette.
I grabbed it from his hand, "Not in this flat. Thank you."
"Fucking Nazis!" he said, but he half smiled and took it well.
After TJ was showered and dressed, I phoned Davinia and invited her round, she turned up half an hour later. When she turned up she looked gorgeous. I realised that she had made a special effort to look casual but sexy, so that I could be proud of her with my best friend. I introduced them and Davinia offered her hand, TJ used it to pull her in for a kiss on both cheeks.
"I see Dave has maintained his high standards of excellence in his taste in women. I congratulate you Dave, this one's your best ever." He smiled, and I saw that Davinia took it with good humour.
Davinia challenged him to tell her all about my previous girlfriends. I was in two minds, I fancied making a cup of decent strong coffee to chase way the remnants of my hangover, but I didn't want to leave TJ with Davinia to tell her things that I wouldn't be able to defend myself against. The coffee won, but no damage seemed to be done in my absence.
Having drunk coffee, we all piled into my car and I drove out to a country pub for lunch. It was good. We sat and chatted with me sitting next to Davinia, and my arm around her shoulder. She really was good at this, I'm sure TJ found her as easy to talk to as I did, and she rode over the few of TJ's comments that may have been seen as bad taste. But as I watched him, and listened to him, I became more aware of his bitterness to life, especially to women, and to his own lack of self-respect that had let him slip into being this unhealthy slob.
After lunch I dropped Davinia off at her parent's house, with her promising to be at my flat by twelve o'clock tomorrow. I suggested to TJ that we go round to the gym, I felt I could do with some exercise, and I could sign him in as a guest. He would have none of it, so I then parked at the bottom of River Meade, outside Tim and Beth's apartment, and took TJ on a walk along the river, with the dog walkers and young lovers.
"She seems nice, too nice for you." was TJ's comment on Davinia.
"Yes she is, and I hope not." I replied.
"You hope not what?"
"That she's too nice for me." I wanted to change the subject, "Have you ever seen Carol after your divorce?"
"No. I would have thought she would more likely come and find you, Dave"
"What? Why the hell would she do that?"
"Because you're the one she really loved." he said with real malice in his voice.
"Fucking Hell! You've got absolutely no reason to say that." I exclaimed, with genuine surprise and total innocence.
"Oh yes? I used to think it was she liked the three way sex we used to have, but I reckon that in the end it was you. That's why I invited you on that holiday in Spain, to prove it, and I did."
"You've got it all out of proportion TJ. Remember she was just a casual girlfriend of mine to start with. And then, that once, when you turned up at my room, we had that threesome, it just happened, it was one of those things. And after that, I didn't even discover she was two timing me with you for some weeks. You didn't have the decency to tell me, and she certainly didn't. I guessed she had a thing about you. I could have got very uptight about that, but I didn't. You were my best mate, and there was nothing special between myself and Carol. So, as long as she was happy to go with me once in a while, I was happy. We were students, free and easy sex was what we were meant to do. And I always made sure you knew whenever I went out with her, which is more than you ever did for me. Then other women sort of took over in my life, except for that one time after that party when she seemed almost anxious to have another threesome, and we did. And that was it. So what the hell makes you think she was still hankering for me some three years later?"
He looked at me, "You may not have cared about her, but I reckon she cared about you, I reckon she was in love with you all the time."
"Well she had a funny way of showing it, two timing me with my best mate, and then marrying you. It just doesn't make sense TJ. You've got a funny way of looking at things if you think that... After we graduated I never saw her, or if I did it was when you were there, for three years, until you arranged that weird holiday, in that villa."
"By then I was convinced she loved you, or some memory of you. That's why I invited you to Spain. It wasn't coincidence that I rented a villa with two bedrooms, so that I could suggest you come along to take advantage of the spare room."
"And that's all I thought I was doing. I thought I was going to Spain to find my own women, I didn't think you two would mind if I brought some girl back for the night, it suited me."
"So why were you so lovey dovey with her then? It was because you wanted her, I know. And she wanted you."
"I wasn't lovey dovey with her. She was an old friend, my girl friend before she even met you, and she was now married to my best mate. Of course we could talk and had our own relationship, but I made no move on her until after you said you wanted it to happen."
"No? I know what I saw. That's why I suggested it, that we recreate that relationship we all had at college, I thought we might as well have it out in the open and have some fun. I thought I could live with it, and it would be better, more honest."
"Then you should have said so. You said I was to treat Carol as if she was my woman as much as yours for the rest of the holiday. And that you wanted some threeways. Carol didn't ask for it, I didn't ask for it. Of course I took advantage, I'd known Carol for years, and she was good looking. It was there for me, why should I go and prowl the nightclubs and bars to find it when it was freely available at the villa? But I never intended it, and nor did Carol. She told me that she was only doing it because you wanted it. She didn't love me, she didn't need me. She only fucked me because she thought you wanted her to. You got it so wrong, TJ. You were wrong."
"No, I know what I saw." He sounded sullen.
"So tell me why you two broke up. What was it in that holiday, when we did what you wanted, that was so terrible it broke you up?"
"Because she loved you more than she ever loved me."
"You're wrong TJ. Carol and I never loved each other. Not at college, and not afterwards. You fucking idiot."
Just then my phone went, it was Lucy. "Yes, Lucy."
"Tonight, Dave, it's not on."
"OK, do you want to tell me why, what's changed?"
"I don't know. Pete's just phoned me, and told me he's coming home next weekend, for Easter. He said, 'make sure you're there', that's his exact words. I don't know what he's thinking, it seemed as if he thought I was going to run out on him. As if he'd care!"
"So?" I prompted her.
"Well, I just don't think it would be right, not 'til I know what's going on. Say sorry to your friend for me."
"Yes, of course I will, and you must keep me in touch, let me know what happens, Lucy. Look after yourself."
"Thanks Dave. Maybe next time, hey?"
"Maybe, we'll see." and I rang off.
I looked at TJ, "That was Lucy. Tonight's not on."
"Fuck! Fucking typical! Another bitch that winds us guys all up and then kicks us in the balls."
"Well don't worry, we can still have a good night. What do you fancy? I can take you out to some of my good haunts, and you can see what you can pick up. Or we can go up to Sheepen where there's a decent pub with a stag show. Whichever you prefer."
"What I can pick up? What's happened to you? I came up here to get laid by some woman you'd lined up. That was the deal, Dave."
"Well, I'm not in the mood. I'm happy with Davinia, and I'm not going to make my life any more complicated than it already is. But you can find someone, you never know, she may turn out to be the love of your life."
"Forget it. Let's just go to that pub."
"OK, I'll see if I can get a few of the lads to join us, it'll be more fun if we go as a crowd."
I really didn't want to be just TJ and me for the whole evening. He was bitter, angry and not the fun guy I seemed to remember. And it would be a chance to show Drew that there were no hard feelings towards him, if I invited him and a few of the others to join us.
So, later we took a taxi up to Sheepen for the evening. I started by taking TJ to a little Italian restaurant that did some of the best pizzas I knew, and did a good range of Italian beers, which I thought might interest TJ. They didn't. The rest of the evening was much as imagined, Drew and two others joined us, and it was raucous, beer swilling, loud and fun in parts. I found myself wishing that I was just back home with Davinia, cuddling her, watching television, just talking to her, and with the promise of some good sex later when we went to bed.
We stayed until closing time, when we took a taxi home. Sunday morning started much the same as Saturday, except, as far as I knew, TJ honoured my no smoking rule.
Davinia turned up on time, looking great again. I was so proud of having such a girlfriend. TJ just sat in an armchair reading the Sunday papers, which he had allowed me to go and buy but didn't need to join me in a walk to the shops. Davinia helped me in the kitchen, not that I needed a lot of help in cooking a straightforward traditional roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Or even the apple pie to follow. But it gave us a chance to have a little kiss and a cuddle, and a few words in private.
"How's it going? You don't look too happy, Dave."
"Oh, I don't know. I guess distance has led enchantment to the view over these last few years. He's had a rough time, I guess. A broken marriage and a failed second relationship. But even then, he seems so bitter and has such a twisted view of the world."
"Poor Dave," she came and put her hands around my waist and pressed herself against me, "It must be horrid to feel that an old friendship has gone sour."
"Yes, it is. But there's not a lot I can do about it. Sorry to lumber you with him." And I kissed her.
Lunch went well, but I was a little surprised at the amount TJ was drinking. I knew he had sunk three beers before lunch, and he was the main cause that I had to open the third bottle of wine at lunch. But it was up to him.
After lunch, Davinia volunteered to clear up the kitchen, I settled into an armchair to read the paper. I felt myself slipping into that pleasant well fed, sleepy state. I don't think I actually dozed off, but I was aroused by Davinia's voice in the kitchen, "No!"
I was concerned, as I came through the kitchen door I saw that TJ had her trapped against the sink, his arms around her, trying to kiss her, he looked up as he heard me, "Come on Dave. Let's teach this bitch the pleasure of a threesome, just like the old days."
I saw that Davinia was pushing as hard against his chest with her hands, as hard as she could but she couldn't break his hold. In two steps I had him around the neck and dragged him off her, "Get off her, you fucking pervert!" And I flung him sideways with all the force I could muster.
He dragged Davinia with him for a bit and then let go of her, but such that she fell down. TJ hit the fridge as I let go of him. I bent down to help Davinia up. She was shaken, but OK. TJ was saying "What the fuck did you do that for? Dave! She's only a fucking bitch. It wouldn't hurt her to put out a bit for your best mate. What's the upset?"
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The previous installments of this story line are republished under the heading "Witch Chronicles". WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1 WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 2 WITCH CHRONICLES 006 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 3 WITCH CHRONICLES 007 - Dark Beginnings WITCH CHRONICLES 008 - Prelude to War Now,...
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WITCH CHRONICLES 005 I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 2 by JRD Author's Note: Here's the fifth part of the Witch Chronicles. The previous installments of this story line were originally published under different names. Here are their original titles: WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1 WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage...
WITCH CHRONICLES 006 I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 3 by JRD Author's Note: Here's the sixth part of the Witch Chronicles. The previous installments of this story line were originally published under different names. Here are their original titles: WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1 WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage...
This is a story I wrote a while ago (3rd story I ever wrote actually). Truth is I never intended to even write a sequel to this story, but it has turned out to be a story that started a series of stories that I have collectively titled "WITCH CHRONICLES". Here is the series and the titles they were originally published under: WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES...
Hey everybody! This is Arshad here, from Mumbai, continuing my story of the Hungry Housewives – Milf Chronicles. About me : people describe me as a jolly, fun-loving and eccentric guy. I’ve been called a ‘Gentleman on the streets, Tiger under the sheets’. You can contact me at : Also, quick thanks to ISS for providing a great platform to express ourselves here, and get mingling with great like-minded people. Now we quickly get to the story. Please read the first part (if you haven’t) before...
WITCH CHRONICLES 13: AFTERMATH By JRD Lois and her two "sisters" walked into the bar. Even though she and one of her siblings were obviously too young to drink, no one in the bar cared enough to run them away. They sat at a table, and a woman who might have been pretty when younger came up and asked, "What'll you have?" Lois said, "Scotch." The woman nodded to Lois's sisters. "And them?" The two had already started fondling each other. "They'll entertain themselves." The...
Dave stood up from the sofa, allowing me to swap places with him.I sat with my legs apart, with my painfully hard cock pointing to the ceiling, as Dave kneeled between them. He shuffled forward slightly and smeared the last drops of cum from his cock onto the head of mine, then in one single smooth and wet movement, sucked the length of my shaft into his willing mouth.I gasped as I felt the back of his throat prevent any further progress, but he bobbed his head back and forth, saliva flowing...
Introduction: This is part one of a series of stories called the Isabelle Chronicles ************************************************************** This is part one of a series of stories called the Isabelle Chronicles. Some of these stories are real, some are semi-real and some are just fantasy. Can you guess which is which? *************************************************************** It was a Monday night in the middle of a sizzling summer and I had only one thing on my mind: you. The...
Untitled Document The Chronicles of Jerry O?ConnellThis is the second part of an intended chronicle detailing the works of a ratherunpleasant man by the name of Jerry O?Connell. ( the first part being ?The Objectof His Affection?) Jerry is a physician, of sorts, who deals in the art of women,modifying them to suit the needs of his clients. He has a long and sordid history,which should be detailed in future installments. Some installments of this chronicle,such as this, will feature Jerry as a...
Madam Snow opened the mini fridge in her office and extracted a bottle of liquor. She smiled, observing the familiar crystal clear bottle with it's thick orange lettering near the top spelling out the brand name. It featured thin, black, cursive *********** down the center describing its delicious contents. It was Absolut Mandrin, 80 proof; her favorite variant of the popular vodka. She only ever opened a bottle on special occasions like this. “This vodka is flavored. Mandarin Orange. I hope...
In truth, he'd exaggerated the knowledge and accomplishments on his resume more than a little. At this stage, Josh had no choice. He'd been looking for gainful employment for almost two years after college with only a handful of interviews to show for it; none of which panned out. In recent years it had become much more difficult to establish a career, particularly for young men. Women were ascending in every field; especially a certain kind of woman. Vanessa, the head of IT, was one of...
Author’s Note: While this is another chapter in the O’Connell Chronicles it is intended to stand alone. For those unfamiliar with the O’Connell Chronicles I would direct you to the first story in the series ?The Object of His Affection?. For those hoping for another tale in extreme body modification – well, this is probably not the story you are looking for. Just the same, it will likely hint at future tales (providing I can manage sustained inspiration and figure out how to bring my ideas to...
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...
It had been an interesting six months that led Andrew here. While home for winter break, his parents announced he wouldn't be returning to college. His mother, in particular, had decided the investment was no longer worth it. His father supported her decision wholeheartedly. Andrew was told that new opportunities for young men with no degree were opening up in their area. He had no idea what kind of jobs his parents meant, but he took them at their word. Mother allocated him a weekly stipend...
Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better! ******** The smoldering ruins of the Choi village were like a fine wine tasted with relish to Warlord Kresh as he strode down the main thoroughfare. Two naked young women, their wrists bound with rope in front of them, were yanked along by leashes attached to makeshift rope collars, the end of each leash...
This is the fifth edition of my Teen Titans’ Chronicles series. If you haven’t read the first four parts of the series, you might be a little lost at this point. I would suggest that you at least go back and read parts 1 and 2 before you read this addition. This story is set on the Monday after Parts 1 and 2, which happened over a Saturday and Sunday. Parts 3, 4, 5 are occurring at around the same time, with all of them starting on the same Monday. Please note that my Teen Titans...
Here's that Christmas Story I mentioned. Actually I had two other ideas for Christmas stories, but thinking about it, I determined that the story ideas would work better as more fully fleshed out stories, non-seasonally oriented. I was almost going to skip it and move right into Witch Chronicles 12, but this idea popped into my head. There's a lot going on in the Witch Chronicles world not directly revealed in those stories. So I took an idea from the first story and wrote this,...
They say life is full of uncertainties. You never know what might happen the very next moment from now and sometimes we get so lost in our past that we just ignore our present and our future. We keep digging into our past more and more, forgetting what a beautiful life we have ahead of us and what amazing opportunities lay in front of us. Well I was in that state of mind too before I started reading Malvika’s stories on ISS. It was like a complete turnaround for me. I never knew that a lady can...
Natalie finished getting ready for what she hoped was going to be an exciting night,they usually were when she decided Dave was going to be cuckolded.Whilst he was a good lover and actually was all man,sometimes she liked to show him who was the boss and keep him on his toes This was a regular thing for them-and they both got a kick out of it,although she suspected more her than him.She wore nothing except a long black coat,black holdup stockings and black high-heeled shoes,always a good look...
The Skirt Chaser Chronicles: 2. Sara's Story: Part Two: You will recall in the first part of my story how I tricked my boyfriend Paul into becoming a transvestite and a stripper called Paula. I was pleased at how I had been able to undermine his conservative public school values with some small items of women's clothing and release his inner woman. I was fairly sure that Paul was not a transvestite nor had any intention of becoming one before I helped create Paula. I believe...
Hello All, This is a purely personal story and for the first time ever on this site though I have been reading here for a long time. However, I find that the quality of the stories have been degrading by the day. In that view, I have decided to give it a try by myself. My story – I will try to make it a series. The reason is simple. This is a narration of multiple events that occurred and in which I was involved with a woman for more than 4 years. Hence, there will be a lot of details that will...
The Telepath Chronicles Part Two:-Above All Else Do No Harm By Hypatia I had asked for your views as to continuing this story in the introduction to the first one?but due to other responsibilities, proofing has taken a little longer than normal. Authors take note here those people we rely on ?The Proofers? are real people, with real lives. Send them a note to say how much you appreciate them?go on they deserve it. Anyway, to get back to my introduction, I began to listen to...
Welcome back everyone to the last chapter of The Runesmith Chronicles: Oni and the Farmer! I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I have written a book ... gotta say, it feels pretty damn good. I should start posting chapters for book two in a few weeks as I’m still working on outlining and planning right now. Just want to say thank you all for coming along on this wild ride with me! Keep an eye out for updates on my blog over the next couple of weeks, I am...
The Mangini Chronicles Volume 1 (blackmail, humiliation, pictures, M/F, M/fff, F/Fff, n/c, bdsm, oral, anal, teen, high school) The Mangini Chronicles Volume 1 (blackmail, humiliation, pictures, M/F, M/fff, F/Fff, n/c, bdsm, oral, anal, teen, high school) Description:This is the first volume of what I hope to be many about High School Head Master, Eric Mangini.? In this volume Eric begins the manifestation of his dark desires by entrapping and blackmailing a student into sexual...
The Kristal Chronicles - Story I: The Birth of a Hot WifeChapter 4 - The Shared WifeWith Krystal clearly ready for another round of fun, I nodded to Roger, and said, “you’re up again, she drained me and I need to recharge.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, pondering the next activity...and then the light turned on, and he broke out in a big smile. He took Kristal by the hand and led her to the sofa. He sat her down, spread her legs apart, and then knelt down in front of her. I knew where this...
Hi, I know I say this with a lot of my stuff, but sorry about the gaps between my writing. I haven't got much of a defence, except that I get easily distracted by other stuff and it takes me a while to get back to doing this. I did get halfway through another story in this series, however, my computer crashed and I lost everything. I will be re-writing this story in the future, with some improvements. I have decided to put my The Big Bang Theory series on hold and keep going with my...
Sissy A Flame -From the Bitchmaker Chronicles SM-BLACK1st off, this is a story for sissies everywhere who adore and worship big black cock. If you can’t hang with that shit, move the fuck on. 2nd. I’ve tinkered with these events to protect the innocent, the not so innocent, and definitely the guilty. These stories are a blend of fiction, intermingled with actual experiences to present the powerful energies that connect dominant Nubian / Black alpha males with totally sissy, beta, omega, fem,...
The Youth Counselor Chronicles Part 1 im branching off slightly from the fucking and sucking Elizabeth series, but dont worry im still writing it, i just wanted to try my hand at different stuff, please tell me below if you would like me to continue this series and if so please leave a rating and a comment thank you. ****************************************************************************************************************** It had been a long day at water park even longer since I had to...
The Dinner Party - Chapter 1 Special note to my friendsin the Writer's Block: Thank you for your help in editing this story. For fearof missing someone I will leave names, addresses and phone numbers out of mythanks. Also, I promise that my late night calls to you all will taper off alittle bit. Know that, without your helpful comments, this story would havebeen much longer in seein ghte light of day. Also, your keen insight helpedme see certain errors common in my writing. Finally, I thank...
HARD PASSION: The Chronicles of Erica Bradson.Chapter 1 : Huge Change!My name is Erica Bradson, I am 48 years of age and I have been happily married to my husband Daniel for 23 years. I have three c***dren, Emma the oldest is 19 years old, my son Brian is 18 and my youngest Peter is 14. We have always been regarded as the perfect family, my husband Daniel worked at a Pharmaceutical company called Binarex Implants & Co, my oldest daughter Emma left for college when she was 18, my son Peter...
The Gladden Chronicles By Carleton Vincent Ethan finds himself enrolled at Gladden Academy, the strange school on the Northeast side of town where boys are forced to wear girls' clothing. He is a clever boy, but is he clever enough to get around the rules. Note: this some minor edits have been made Chapter 3: To Spite My Face The electronic whining of my alarm jarred me awake abruptly at 6:30 am. I sat up...
The Gladden Chronicles by Carleton Vincent My summer has been busy and it's been hard to find time to sit down at my computer but here it is at last--another chapter in the story of Ethan Mullery's attempts to try to cope with life as a student at Gladden Academy. Chapter 4: Before you leap "You're walk is improving," Melvin noticed as we made our way towards the main entrance. "You're moving in a more feminine...
THE SAMANTHA HEWITT CHRONICLES PART ONE - HOW TO BECOME FEMALE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING It was all an accident waiting to happen. I was going to see my shrink for help with my drinking problems. I was only 15 then and my parent's divorce had put me through the emotional wringer and only drinking had helped, but the divorce went on for over two years and by the time the divorce was settled I was an alcoholic. My name was Sam Hewitt and I had an appointment scheduled for 9.30 am. ...
Joy emerged from his room with an envelope in hand and entered my bedroom and came out with a smile of relief on his visage. “Ma, it was a great relief to write all my feeling for that unique lady. Read it with patience and tell me what you feel. You might get angry but all I have been is bluntly honest. Whatever will be your next step, I’ll accept it gladly.” “Why do you think I might get angry?” “Well, it’s not the matter mother and son usually talk about.” “I told you, dear, I won’t get...
Incest“ARRRGGHHHH!!!” Ana smiled as an especially brutal lash whipped into the back of her naked, shivering submissive. He was shackled to a St. Andrew's Cross and naked, aside from the metal cock cage imprisoning his shriveled manhood. His back was covered in welts. Some were old. Many were new. The canvas of his body was growing more raw and red by the second. Anastasia was a skilled artist with a bullwhip and she enjoyed painting the skin of powerful men most of all. *C-CRACK C-CRACK...
*WHIPCRACK* "ARRRGGHHHH!!!" Ana smiled as an especially brutal lash whipped into the back of her naked, shivering submissive. He was shackled to a St. Andrew's Cross and naked, aside from the metal cock cage imprisoning his shriveled manhood. His back was covered in welts. Some were old. Many were new. The canvas of his body was growing more raw and red by the second. Anastasia was a skilled artist with a bullwhip and she enjoyed painting the skin of powerful men most of...
These four stories are all written about my dear friend Emma JThe Emma J ChroniclesChapter OneEmma hadn’t been able to concentrate all day. She still found it uncomfortable to sit, even though it was now Tuesday and the party had been on Saturday night.She stretched her long nylon clad legs under her desk and raised her bottom off her chair, “God I am still so sore”, she said to herself.Just then her iphone rang, the ringtone identifying her husband Mark. She picked up, “Hi hun what’s up”, she...