Detective s Blues Chapter Two
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[Sunday, June 22nd, 1986]
I woke again to the sunlight coming through the window. Looking at the alarm clock showed me it was almost 7 am. I got up and took my morning shower. After getting dressed for the day, I headed out to the car and made my way to the nearby diner. While I drank the coffee that Carol had poured for me, I considered the menu.
Carol soon came back and asked, “So what can I get for you this morning?”
I replied, “I think I’ll go with a short stack of pancakes and a side of sausage, please.”
As she went to place my order, I grabbed a copy of the newspaper to read. I set the Sunday Comics section of the paper to the side to enjoy later and opened up the Business section. I couldn’t help but notice a large add for Charles Schwab discount brokerage taking up almost half the second page. They offered 24/7 access to trading accounts over the phone, along with considerably smaller fees for trading transactions. The number (1-800-257-1234) looked pretty easy to remember.
I would have to call them and figure out the process for setting up an account. I might very well have found a socially acceptable career for myself that would fit the lifestyle I wanted to have. I didn’t think day traders were a thing yet, but I could easily see how to make that effectively work for me with minimal hassle and effort. I didn’t want to spend all my time watching stocks, but I wouldn’t have to do that to make this idea work.
If I wanted to, I could very easily spend a day doing fun temporary things that I knew would be lost. Hell, maybe I can take up fishing. Any enjoyable hobby would work to pass the time. After the market had closed for the day, I could spend a little time researching and noting the most appropriate stocks for the day and then roll back to the morning. I could place the orders with a phone call. Another phone call at the end of the day to close the position, or perhaps I could put in a sell order at a given value, and otherwise just go about living the “real” day. Essentially, just make doing it twice part of every workday.
That method could work for my wealth, as well as potentially managing the funds for the charity. When Carol delivered the food, I asked her if she could lend me a pen and maybe something slightly better than a napkin to write on.
She said, “How about one of these?” as she gestured to a blank order sheet from her pad. I nodded with a smile and said, “Perfect.” She gave me one along with a pen. I thanked her and jotted down the 1-800 number and put the folded sheet into a back pocket. With that done, I tucked into breakfast while enjoying the comics.
After tidying the newspaper back up and paying for breakfast, leaving Carol a nice tip, I headed out to the Credit Union. The ATM let me withdraw 200 dollars, and I headed back to the house. When I got home, Mom, Michael, and Anne were heading out to go to church. Mom asked me if I wanted to go, and I respectfully declined.
I spent some time getting a backpack that I had used my Senior year ready for use. I emptied it of all the garbage and then made sure the bag had a few pens and a couple of basically unused composition notebooks. I also moved my address book into it, so I would have it if I needed a number while I was out. I entered the 1-800 number for Schwab to the address book and tossed the sheet I had used in the trash. Lastly, I grabbed a light blanket from the closet that didn’t get used very often and added it to the backpack. It was getting pretty warm in my room, so I made my way down to the first floor.
I spent some time watching TV until 11:30 am, then I headed out to the sandwich shop and got a large grinder with pastrami and swiss cheese. I also bought a six-pack of Sprite, and some sour cream and onion flavored Pringles potato chips from the convenience store next door, then put them all in my backpack too.
I made my way to the park where I had met Sam. I parked in the same area I had used before, but Sam was nowhere in sight. I got out of the car, grabbed my bag and a pair of sunglasses, and went to find a spot in an open area of grass.
I laid out my blanket and sat down to eat one half of the sandwich. If anything, the views had improved compared to my visit the last time through. There were several groups of young ladies using the park to catch the sun. One group of six girls and only two guys even had a volleyball net set up. I should have worn shorts. I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of playing in jeans while everyone else was in swimwear for the most part. Tempting as that was, I was here for a different purpose anyway.
I packed away the second half of the grinder, leaned back on one elbow, and sipped on a Sprite while watching the crowds. About twice as many people were jogging on the paved running paths, but a larger percentage were men this time. Still, the eye candy was delicious indeed. I don’t remember hanging out at this park very often on my first time through. It has been nice discovering this place again.
Hanging out for about half an hour after eating, I eventually saw Sam. He was strolling through the park on one of the paths and soon found a bench to use. I picked up my blanket and packed it away in my bag. As I moved over towards where Sam was, I tossed the empty Sprite can in a trash bin. I checked the time, and it was just after 12:30 pm.
As I approached the bench that Sam was on, he turned to look in my direction. I nodded my head in greeting, and when I was close enough, I said, “Hi, mind if I join you for a minute?” Sam told me, “It’s still a free country, last I heard.”
I had to smile at that. It was what I remembered Sam saying the first time we met. I replied, “So far as I know, it still is one.” I sat on the bench, and we both scanned the area a bit more. I said, “You know, I’ve lived in this general area since I was born, but I don’t remember the scenery being quite this nice before.”
We both watched a pretty girl serve the volleyball to her friends. Sam replied, “It sure has its nice points.” I told him, “I have to agree.” I smiled and stretched out my right hand to him. “John Turner,” I said. He replied, “Folks call me Sam,” as he shook my hand firmly.
Sam asked, “So what can I do for you, John? You look like you have something in mind.”
I told him, “Yup, I do. If you are open to the idea, I’ve got a few questions, and I think you have the answers. I’d be happy to pay you for your time if you are willing to hear me out and give me honest answers where you can. It shouldn’t take very long.”
Sam said, “Okay, I might be interested. What kind of pay are we talking about?”
I told him, “How about $20 and the other half of my Pastrami and Swiss grinder? I’ll throw in a Sprite too.”
Sam smiled and said, “Deal. Let’s grab a table in the shade over there.”
We picked up our stuff and headed to the picnic table that was not very far away. Again, we both got on the same side to share the view. I handed over the sandwich and a Sprite, then dug out a can of Sprite for myself along with the Pringles.
I said, “Go ahead and dig in if you’re hungry, the questions can wait a while. Want some Pringles with it?” I gestured with the tube. He nodded and took a small stack of chips and handed the sleeve back to me.
I munched and drank in silence as Sam dug in appreciatively. As he ate, he did ask me how we would handle questions where he didn’t know the answer. I told him I was paying for his time and willingness to answer honestly, not the answers themselves. After a while, he said, “That was a fine sandwich. Thank you.”
As Sam finished off his chips, I said, “You’re welcome. Well, if you’re ready, we might as well start with the big one. I would love to hear whatever parts of your story you are comfortable sharing. If something I ask is too personal, just let me know. I won’t hold it against you. My first question is about why you choose to live the way you seem to do.”
Sam asked, “So you want to know if you are dealing with a crazy homeless person?”
I grinned and said, “Maybe so, but truly, I’m not here to look down on anyone, Sam. I don’t mind if someone is a little different, and sometimes being homeless is just a fact of life. I just need to know if I can work with you on a project I have in mind. To make an intelligent decision, I need to find out a little more about the kind of person you are. Your unconventional living arrangements just seem like the best place to start the conversation.”
Sam considered my response as he drank from the Sprite can. When he finished, he told me the same basic story I had heard the first time through. I asked a few questions to clarify the symptoms and exceptions. Sam answered with examples that didn’t shed any new light on what I already knew.
I clarified his age and that he had served. He explained how he found work and that he traveled a lot. We talked about driving in cars and his inability to travel by bus anymore. I asked, “Are you planning to be around this area for a while?”
Sam told me, “Probably for another few days anyway, in my experience, staying in one place too long is just asking for the locals to start hassling you.”
I said, “Well, I’ll be honest with you, Sam. I was hoping to find someone interested in working with me through the rest of Summer at a minimum. Lets put a pin in that for now and get back to a few other questions that could be deal-breakers.”
Sam said, “Okay,” and I asked him, “Do you have any problems working for someone my age? I’m going to be running the show, and that can rub some people the wrong way. I want to head off that issue upfront if I can.”
He said, “No, I won’t have any issue with that at all.”
I said, “Alright, do you have any moral issues with the idea of underaged gambling or gambling in general for that matter?”
Sam said, “Nah, I grew up playing poker and making bets on sports with family and friends. Nobody cared how old you were, and as long as you were gambling with money that you could afford to lose, it was fine. I still believe that’s the way it should be.”
I dug a $20 out of my wallet and handed it to Sam. I said, “Thank you for your time and for answering my questions. I do have a proposition for you if you are interested.”
Sam said, “I do think I’m interested, but of course, it would depend on the details.”
I said, “Well, as you probably have guessed, I want to do some gambling. The law prohibits me from doing it, so I need someone over 21 and willing to place the bets I want in my place. That would be your job if we can come to terms with the split or fee you want. Do you have an idea of how you would want to work it?”
Sam said, “I think it would depend on a few more things that I don’t know yet. For instance, what kind of gambling are we talking about?”
I said, “In the long term, it could be many different things, but I can’t imagine it would be anything you would find unpleasant. For the next few weeks, I simply intend to do some gambling at the dog track. Do you have any issue with that?”
Sam said, “No, I think that would be fine.”
I said, “Okay, first, for the sake of this conversation, let’s assume that I will be successful in my gambling. If not, then it’s all a moot point. Now, let’s get back to that idea we put a pin in before. What kind of money would make it worth your while to stick around the area and be available to work with me? Let’s assume we are talking about two hours of effort per gambling session and an average of two sessions a week.”
Sam said, “For a couple of hours of work, I would like to see $20 to $30. If I made something like $100 per session, that would make it worth my while to change my plans and stick around to do it again a few days later.”
I said, “I don’t think we are talking about the same kind of numbers here, Sam. I don’t want to have you feeling like you were cheated later. How about we agree to make your cut either $100 or 25% of the profits, whichever is higher. As I said, I’m looking at the long term here, and I want my employees to be happy. I don’t want you looking at me sideways when we clear three or four grand in profits some sessions.”
Sam said, “So if you make four grand in profits, you are going to want to give me one grand of it? That seems like too much to me. I wouldn’t feel like I had earned that much money in just a couple of hours. Let’s change that to 10%.”
I smiled and said, “I don’t think you are very good at negotiating there, Sam. You’re working in the wrong direction. How about we go with 20%?”
Sam smiled back and said, “No, it’s you who doesn’t understand. I am not negotiating. If you want me to do the betting, then we will have to agree that it will be $100 or 10% per session.”
I laughed and said, “I was wrong; you are very good at negotiating. I was just on the wrong side of the table for that one. You’ve got a deal. Are you interested in starting today?”
Sam nodded, and I looked at my watch. It was almost 1 pm.
I told Sam, “Okay, the afternoon session at the dog track starts in just a couple minutes. We can be there in about 15, so we should only miss the first couple of races if we head out now.”
So that’s what we did. Both of us grabbed our bags, and I lead Sam to my car. We both put our bags in the trunk for safekeeping. As we drove there, I filled Sam in on the betting process and educated him on what Win, Place, Show, and Trifecta bets were. We also spoke a bit about his code of ethics.
I said, “So tell me, Sam, why were you so adamant about only getting 10% of the take?”
He told me, “It is vital to me to live my life a certain way. When I die, I want to be able to honestly say that I’ve lived my life following a certain code. I won’t lie, I won’t steal, I will earn my keep. It’s amazingly difficult to follow those three simple rules, but I’ve managed it for a long time, and I mean to continue.”
I was quiet for a bit, then I said, “That’s very impressive, Sam. I don’t know if I could do it.”
When we got there, I handed Sam $100 in the form of five $20 bills.
I said, “We don’t want to be exchanging money inside this place. The idea is that while I might be advising you on things, you are the one making all the bets and handling all of the money. We’ll split the winnings when we get back here in the car.”
Sam told me he understood, and we made our way to the entrance. When we got there, it was pretty busy inside. We didn’t go in very far, but we could easily see that the crowds were kind of unruly. Watching Sam, I could see he didn’t like it as soon as we entered. I stopped us and said, “Let’s step back outside for a minute first.” Sam agreed, and we headed back out the door we just came in.
When we got outside and moved away from the doors a bit, I told him, “That was pretty ugly in there. You looked distinctly uncomfortable to me.”
Sam told me, “Yeah, not a place I would be comfortable spending a lot of time. If dealing with that is going to be necessary, I’m not sure I will be able to do this for you.”
I told him, “Okay, wait here, and let me see what our other options are. We should be able to find another way.” Sam agreed.
I made my way to the Management office and asked Gail about speaking to someone about a special needs customer. She got Jack for me, and we went through the same basic conversation, minus the joke about not calling him Shirley. I asked if we could try out the VIP area, and he said that would be fine, but he was a little busy with the active racing going on. However, he was happy to call someone to show us around. An assistant manager named Gary agreed to escort us when Jack called him. Jack told Gary that if we felt it would work for us, he should add us to the VIP list for the rest of the month.
Gary and I met Sam and then made our way to the VIP stairwell and up to the lounge. As we climbed the stairs, I told Sam we would proceed directly to the balcony first and see if he was comfortable there. We could see the entire area from the balcony, and Sam was much more optimistic about it working for us. We waited for things to calm down after the race finished, and Gary led us up to one of the teller windows to get us added to the VIP list.
When Sam showed his ID, I noticed for the first time that his name was not actually Sam. It was Nathan Samuels, and his driver’s license was from Florida. I could see how he would get used to being called Sam. That kind of thing happened all the time in the service. I didn’t say anything about it, figuring it was nobody’s business but his.
We both thanked Gary and headed back out to the balcony. I asked Sam if he would be okay in one of the private booths if we decided to go that route. Sam gave it some thought and said, “I think it would be alright, especially one of the end ones. I won’t know for sure until I experience it. Also, some days are worse than others, so that might be fine one time but not another.”
I said, “Well, we should have asked Gary first, but since this is about seeing if things suit our needs, why don’t we try this end one out briefly and see how it feels. There don’t appear to be any locks on the doors, and it’s empty right now.”
We stepped into the lounge area and then over to the door to the first private booth. The door opened to my pulling on it, and we stepped inside. I told Sam to make himself comfortable. There were two rows of four very comfortable looking seats with more than enough room to walk around each chair. It was tranquil in the space, you could hear some soft murmuring from outside in the lounge area, but it was very subdued. Two TV screens were visible in the upper left and right corners of the front of the room. I thought it was very nice.
Sam told me, “Yeah, I think it’s safe to say that this will usually work. Maybe if there was a rowdy crown right next door, but I don’t see that happening.”
I said, “Cool, let’s get out of here before we outstay our welcome.” We went back outside on the balcony. The next race started, and the dogs flew around the track. Looking inside, we could see this was the 6th race, and when it was official, the winning dogs were 3-6-4. The #3 dog was an underdog and was getting 15-1 odds. I jumped into the tunnel.
I moved back to when we were just leaving the teller and focused on the scene. I quickly found myself back into my body.
I turned to Sam and said, “While we are here, let’s go ahead and make a bet. I like #3 in the next race.”
Sam said, “Ok, how much?”
I told him, “Let’s say $100 to win.”
Since there was no-one in line behind us, Sam turned back to the teller and said, “$100 on #3 to win.”
She took his money and handed him a ticket stub. We headed back outside to the balcony to watch the race. I asked Sam to let me see the ticket, and it showed $100 for #3 to win, and he was getting 16 to 1 odds. I watched the screen and saw the odds fluctuate between 16-1 and 15-1, where they stabilized right as the race started.
When #3 won by a full body length, both Sam and I were cheering for him with fists pumping in the air. We waited for the official results signal then checked the teller area. The lines were reasonable, with only a few people talking to tellers. I followed Sam as he went to cash in the ticket, making sure nobody crowded him.
When we got back to the balcony, Sam was still smiling and said, “Whew, that was a rush.”
I told him, “I just had a good feeling for him. I’m glad it worked out.”
While we waited on the next race, I took off the watch on my left wrist and put it in my pocket for a minute. I spent a little while massaging where it usually was with my right hand while looking at it. I wanted to be able to find this point in time again soon.
We watched the 7th race, and the #6 dog won. He, too, was getting pretty good odds.
I moved back to the scene of me, rubbing my wrist, and focused on the scene. I quickly found myself back into my body.
Since we were alone on the balcony, I told Sam, “I like #6 this time, but let’s just make a $100 bet for him to Place.”
Sam said, “You’re the boss,” and went to go place the bet. I let him go on his own this time. Things looked very peaceful there. I was confident he could handle it without assistance.
We spent the rest of the session at the track doing minor variations of that same process. We made mostly Place bets, but I switched it up now and then. I even had us lose a few, making bets for dogs to Place that only Showed. I stayed away from the Trifecta bets for now. In the last race, we had put another hundred on the winner. Sam cashed in the winning ticket, and we headed out to the car. It was almost 3:30 pm.
When we settled into the car, Sam asked, “Okay, that was amazing. But there is no way you should have been able to do that. You were rarely wrong, and I suspect the only ones you lost were intentional. Nobody’s even close to that good. What’s the deal?”
I gave it some thought and said, “You are right. There is something fishy going on, but I’m not sure if I want to tell you about it just yet. We have just met after all. Is not knowing going to be a deal-breaker for you right now?”
Sam said, “I don’t want to be involved in anything illegal. Is there someone else involved in this? Is it some type of scam?”
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Straight SexWhen I was in my mid-twenties, I moved into my first apartment and got settled. I took my morning bike rides around town and never had anything happen that would be considered out of the ordinary. That is, until one fateful morning... I started my bike ride and as I went along, a woman yelled out as I went past - "Hey, Babe!" I thought she said my first name, so I turned around and rode back to her. When I got up close, I realized I did not know this woman. She came over as I was still standing...
MasturbationLike with many couples, our sex drives did not match, and they changed constantly. When we married I had, on average, a stronger more frequent drive. The difference is gradually shrinking, we figured it will flip before we hit 40. The fluctuations within an given month? That will be with us always. Our two brightest sexual memories were some we consider semi-public. One was in our late 20’s, we made love at 2 AM on the side of the road, parked in a SUV, because we were both feeling horny...
Just as my last post, this is true with no embellishment. You can see the photos of my Wife's HUGE ASS, and gaping poop-chute in my photo and video galleries. She enjoys anal activity, she does not deny it. And if I'm ignoring her backdoor during sex, she will ask for a finger, Toy, or cock up her ass. But that's not what this story is about, I'm just establishing "slut factor". This story is about FARTING. First I want to say the best thing about my wife's flatulence... her big round ass RIPS...
It was dark, rainy and cold here in New York City. I hated it. I had been living in Honolulu for the last 8 years and gotten used to the beautiful weather there. I also objected to the fact that I was sitting in the back seat of a dirty taxi making my way from Kennedy Airport to a hotel in midtown. But what the hell it was only for two weeks and then I could return to paradise. I could put up with almost anything for two weeks. I was ordered by my publisher to attend the awards ceremony and...
Sexy babes Kristen Scott and Sierra Nicole are back for another round of unscripted fun with Tyler Nixon. Today the trio takes on the slopes once again with a break for hot chocolate before heading back outdoors. Now that she’s refreshed, Kristen can’t wait to put something else nice and hot in her mouth, so she pulls Tyler off to the side of the mountain and wrap her soft lips around his big stiffie. Her excitement is obvious as she licks and sucks and strokes to her heart’s...
xmoviesforyouHey guys, I am back after almost a year to share a new experience with all of you. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Vikrant from Pune. I’m 5″10, 20 years old with an athletic body and a 6-inch long tool. I have a huge appetite for sex and love to try out new kinks and fantasies. I’ll start with the story now. The heroine of this story is Khushi. She is an absolute phataka and a treat for the eyes. She is almost as tall as me and has a voluptuous figure. I think it is 36-30-36. Her skin...
It was Saturday night, and my parents were going out with friends for a night of food, drinking, and probably swinging. I’m Steve, a 17 year old about to enter my senior year in high school, and like most high school boys, I cherished the times my parents vacated the house. It was still fairly early in the evening, my cell phone showed 7:15, but it felt much later. I woke up around five this morning to get to work, and didn’t get home until after six. I was sore in multiple places, and...
Hello everybody. I am Sujith, want to pen down my experience with Deepa aunt. I am using simple Indian spoken language so as to reach maximum number of readers you can mail me your opinions on my experience to I am 5.8 height handsome, well maintained going regularly to Gym. I am fetish about voluptuous women especially aunties in the mid age with massive ass, because most of them will be neglected at this age. I believe that for love or lust age has no bar. I like women wearing sari and...
It’s been a long day. One of those ones where you work all day and feel like you got nothing accomplished but you know you did because you had a lot to do. And people are so taxing that it takes all the patience and energy you possess to maintain your composure and not blow them up. So I get home, go to the gym, shower and have a glass of red wine to help unwind but what I really need is to fuck viciously and without remorse or regard and let go of the tension. I have another glass of...
My father left me and mother when I was young, he worked abroad, on an oil rig. One day he got careless and never returned. I don’t remember much about him, just his funeral. The rainy day, the red rose my mother placed on his coffin, sobbing through a web of tears. Explaining to her 4 year old son why daddy would never be warm again. Not much to remember, and not much to talk about. My life was the same, I lived until I was 20. I had a flutter of girlfriends throughout my years of education,...
My vision reduced to the few inches of screen. It should have felt restrictive but it was infinite. For so long I’d repressed it, but my body’s sexual appetite could now be free. My chest was wound tight, my world was wound tight. My heart beating so fast that my beats blurred into one immense momentum revolving in my heart: I was swept up. I felt my hands hover over the keypad - just do it.“16 Cadzow Place” appeared as if watching someone else type.2 minutes...“Postcode?”“EH7 5SN”2 minutes......
Despite the forty year old French couple being the only remaining representatives of the family who resided in the Chateau, the middle of four generations, and the size of it, it couldn’t quite hold everyone who visited. Even with the large playroom transformed into a dormitory for the several kids. And Cheryl forgoing her room to be one of the women sleeping with Joe on the huge bed. Shawna and her partner, the last addition to the group, took it. Perhaps if Sandy’s group were intimate...
Our romantic weekend didn’t start so well for my wife and I. On the Friday night after checking in to the hotel I had booked, she seemed pretty pissed off that the hotel wasn’t as fancy as I had led her to believe. ‘Boutique’ is what it had said in the info. ‘Grotty’ is how she described it, ‘Fucking shithole!’ she added. We went for a meal and spent the evening bickering while deciding that we would try to find another hotel for the Saturday night. Waking up after a sexless night’s sleep, I...
I arrived on time and was a little surprised when Lucy came out before I even had my seatbelt off. 'Let's go, ' she said the moment she sat down before adding with a laugh, 'unless you want the third degree from my parents.' 'On my way.' She grinned, 'thought that might be the case.' I was half expecting a nervous silence on my first date in years but Lucy's natural exuberance and my happiness ensured that was not to be. The conversation was more personal then at the fayre, more...
SRU: Honesty By Heather St. Claire From the time I was old enough to walk and talk, my mother and father always taught me the importance of honesty. I listened carefully, and tried to put their teachings into practice in my life. I usually have, by the way. I'm not claiming to be a saint, but can say I've lived a basically honest life. Too bad my principles deserted me when it came to the most important opportunity of my life. As a result, I almost let the chance to realize my...
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This is an old story my husband wrote on Literotica after we did a roleplay. Hope you all enjoy it.._____________________________First off, I'll be polite and I'll introduce myself. My name is Rick. I live in a little dingy floating on the banks of the Seine. I used to work as a trash collector in my thirties and now I'm pretty much unemployed after I was fired because one of the guy's who's thrash I used to clear had me fired for doing something that him and my employer both found pretty...
For me life on Earth ended at a small country music concert. My friends had suggested that I might enjoy a night out to forget for a short time the terror everyone was feeling now that the dangers of the Sa'arm were well known. To be honest the concert was more than a bit dull. The musicians clearly did not have the same passion as the bands that were played on the radio, and about halfway through the first set I found myself spending my time by looking over the crowd. The sight of several...
The Transformation Chapter 1 ¬ The IntroductionI met Robyn and Amber about a month ago at a local sports bar. They were both very attractive and young. Robyn the younger of the two had long blonde hair down to the middle of her back and Amber was a strikingly beautiful brunette with a very short hairstyle.I'm Bill and I live down on 5th and Broadway, just a short walk from the sports bar where I first met these two gorgeous bombshells. I am thirty-two years old, and I am a free-lance...
CHAPTER ONE GOODTIME CHARLEY "I think it's something we have to try," said Charley Bunkers. "We've been married a while now and I think we could use a little experimenting." Susan winced at the idea. She put down her cup of coffee and inspected her husband's face to see how serious he was. His broad shoulders and hairy chest caught her eye. She looked at his curly dark hair and his dark eyes. He was smiling. "Charley," she said, brushing back her own blonde mane, "just because we've been...
Sean finished reading the books supplied by the coach, and was on the football field before the class was half over. He had mastered the skill of speed reading many years before. Sean's reading speed with near total comprehension ranged between eight hundred and a thousand words per minute, depending on the complexity of the text. He did not consider football rules complex. Sean jogged to the field, and stopped beside the coach. The PE class and the football team were scrimmaging...
2005 It was a hot, gritty night. The kind you experience only on the high desert. The long, flat highway rolled-out ahead as would a path through a mountain meadow. Except that here the peaks were rising towers of mist, the valley, sand, wind-blown off the desert floor across which the blue/gray Navy hearse was forced to crawl at snail-speed. A cloud enshrouded full moon did little to help either, unless you’re one of those strange souls for whom the spooky factor gets high marks. Under normal...
Note : This story is completely fictional! This all happened around four to five tears ago. I was 28, and she was 22. And one night I was sitting at my computer talking to some chick online, and told her without thinking that id send her naked pics of me and my ex fucking and sucking. She said she didn't care who was in them as long as I was. So when I started looking for the pics in my computer I couldn't find them anywhere. I started getting really pissed because I realized that I never saved...
IncestSidney #1An hour on the road, Jerry and Rock watched Sid's ass cheeks glimpsing as she walked ahead of them. The rain remained steady but decreasing winds helped. “You really banged her this morning”, Jerry giggled, “yeah, I fuck her as much as I can but I'm sure she could use more”. It opened the door for Jerry to say, “do you think I could do her, if you don't mind”? Rock knew he was already fucking her but replied, “she's your mother now ask her, she could use it. It wouldn't be the first...
While still living at home with my parents and sister I used to like to go around naked when no one was home. This happened during one of those times.We have a pool in the back yard and with the trees and fence no one can see into the back yard, except from the house. I got up a litle late on Saturday and found myself alone at home. My parents had gone to visit friends and would not be back until late and my sister was at a girlfriends house for a slumber party that was to last all...
Background — Phishing From birth your skills and natural inclinations help shape the person you will become. To put it mildly, I was born with some very unusual skills. Some would call it mind control, but it started off in a much more subtle way: if I wanted you to do something, you'd want to do it as well. Over the years I've extended and refined my skills. It started with people, gradually expanded to objects, then time would slow down, and eventually whole dimensions would be created for...
Even before the others had started dinner in the cafeteria, the flashing lights and sirens had appeared outside the defensive shell. They had been preceded by, and were followed by, helicopters of various police and news organizations. Those arriving included: the Fairfax County Sheriff's department, the Virginia State Police, the FBI, and others including local radio and television news reporters. There was a multitude of details to be taken care of before our family would be able to join...
with my mum and cousin in the living room having a drink. You see my dad was in prison at this time and my cousin was staying with us at our flat, he is my dads nephew but he is only 4 years younger than my dad. Now let me take the time to describe my mum, she is 40 years of age now, still has a good body with blonde hair and very nice faetures, at the time she would have been 30. Back to that night, i realised it had been a while since i had seen any of them and was quite quiet. I...
Hi, this is Vinay. I love this site. I know this website from my teens. It helped me a lot (and all of you know what sort of help it might have done to me). Now I wanted to help other people like me. Yes, I am sharing my sexual experience here. Please everyone who is reading my story take time to give feedback to improve my writing skills and narrative skills. You can mail me at for your feedback. The heroine of the story is Honey (fake). I met her in Omegle. She is from Hyderabad. Her sizes...
JANE By Lorna Elizabeth Black CHAPTER 1 - NEW BEGINNING Two years ago, I was, to my mind, in a bad way. My marriage had just ended in divorce and I'd lost my job through redundancy about the same time. So all in all, I was what you might say, in a fairly desperate state. However things were beginning to improve slightly, I did manage to get another job as a clerk in an accountant's office in another town. Although I had spent most of my working career in the insurance...
Today’s a school day, but Eliza Ibarra isn’t feeling in tip-top shape, so she’d like to stay at home. Her parent, Siouxsie Q, loves her so much and just hates to see her little darling all cold and clammy. She wants Eliza to rest up and regain her strength so that she can finish her senior year with flying colors! But when Siouxsie leaves for work, it’s revealed that Eliza’s not feeling sick at all. In fact, she’s feeling positively ENERGIZED for some lesbian...
xmoviesforyouThe bar filled quicker than I imagined it would. I try to slide between the tight pack of bodies on my way to the ladies room. Still, some drunken oaf bumps his arm straight into me and a splash of beer splatters my breast and soaks my bright red dress. I look up to reproach the man, but his red cheeks and toothy grin imply that he probably spilt the beer on me by accident as some kind of misguided conversation starter that only makes sense to drunk guys. Around the pool tables, and down the...
BDSMThis was a big night for Joni. She had been dressing for about a year now, and had been on a few dates with other crossdressers, but that was almost always one on one...and she never traveled while dressed. She would spend lots if time before leaving the house cleaning, shaving, and doing all the things that wouldn't be noticed in public, but dressing, and makeup was done at the motels where the meets were. Tonight was different though. She was going to meet Renee, Babs, Susan, and whoever else...
What surprised me the most was the feeling of the dog's dick growing inside of me along with the speed with which the dog was fucking me. I have no idea how long dogs screw I mean I never watched them do it, I have seen rabbits and they are very fast. I sort of expected the dog to pump me real fast and hop off of my back. I sure did not expect him to give me any pleasure. Feeling his cock swelling and ramming in and out began to take its toll on me. I think I became a babbling idiot. All of...
Rick looked up at his secretary, Paula, as she came into the office. She set down a tray with a glass of orange juice and three aspirins on it."You look like you could use this, Sir," she said, grinning at him. "You must have really tied on a good one after you left my house last night."Rick managed to grin back weakly. He picked up the aspirins and swallowed them quickly, tossing down the glass of orange juice as a chaser. Then he winced. He had a classic hangover this morning."Just buzz if...