B J Jones the Story of My Life Book 2Chapter 31
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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?”
I said, “Okay, those are valid concerns. I can honestly tell you that what I am doing is not illegal. There is nobody involved besides the two of us, and you know your side of it is completely clean. I don’t think I am hurting anybody here, but yes, I do have an unfair advantage.”
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Incest“Damn it, Monica ... you’ve got a seriously sweet ass!” Emmett declared as he humped Monica Lewinsky with considerable ardor. “You like this booty, eh?” Monica teased him as she pushed back at him with her hips and buns. “It’s a fantastic tush! A seriously yummy butt!” Dr. Edwards exclaimed as he continued pounding hard in and out of her slippery slit. “Your cock feels pretty awesome, too, especially the harder you thrust!” Monica moaned as she felt the big dick take her roughly. It was...
(This is dedicated to my Princess, my encourager and my editoress.) * Some people would say that Paul Steele was destined to become a mechanic – or something of a similar nature — from a very early age. If I tell you about him, you’ll see why…. Imagine the horror of his parents when their little three-year-old took the new toy car they had given him as a birthday present – and dismantled it! Actually, it only had four parts and while they were discussing what to do about their offspring, he...
I have been thinking about putting a llittle story on here for a while now, so here is a short story...........I would walk up to you my little slave and tell you calmly what I am about to do to you. Tie your hands behind your back and let you watch me as I reach down and slap your little joke of a dick for already being hard before the game even begins! Slap it again and tell you what a pathetic fucking piece of shit you are. You're not really even worthy of licking my pussy, much less...
The next time I went over to the neighbors, it was not to meet my sweet girlfriend Lisa. Actually, I waited until seeing her leaving the house, before I casually strolled over the lawn to run into her aunt, Mrs. Wilder, who was again harvesting berries in the garden.When I sheepishly asked for Lisa, Mrs. Wilder smiled deviously and said in her chesty voice, “Tough luck, boy, she is gone, but you are welcome to help me again.”I was proud of my diplomatic skills, picked up a basket and started...
SeductionI'd been looking forward to a good night's sex with my boyfriend Sam, but when I got to his flat he'd smoked so much dope he was out of things. After a few minutes trying to wake up any part of him, I decided to cut my losses and go watch TV in the lounge. I wrapped myself in his robe and went through.In the lounge, Sam's flatmate Lee was sitting watching a video. I went and slumped down next to him and he instantly went to change channels, when I looked at the screen I saw why, he was watching...
"Come with me, Kiki," and be quick about it." "Yes, ma'am," the shy eighteen year old japanese girl replied softly. Melinda Clanton opened the door of her chauffeur driven Lincoln and waited impatiently for the young Asian to climb inside. Once on their way Melinda scolded, "You seem to be preoccupied, dear, let's not make it a habit." "I'm sorry, ma'am," Kiki replied, "I guess I'm just a little nervous, that's all." "Howard, stop the car!!!" she snapped to her driver. Once stopped Melinda...
InterracialI was probably the only person in #4 section that greeted 'reveille' at 0600 with any sort of enthusiasm. I was eager to get to grips with my task but the rest of the lads were hung over and shagged out. Although four Bugsy Girls had been reserved for the section's exclusive pleasure only four of us took advantage of the girls' considerable expertise and charms. I had remained celibate, while Chaz Bowyer, Doc Watson, Tabby Catesby, Fin Wayke and Budgie Finch had local girlfriends, who not...
This story is not real and not about meWe were a newly married couple, I was 20 and my pretty little wife Helen was only 18. She had been listening to older women chatting at the hairdressers about wife swapping and had been turned on by it. She eagerly told me all the gory details that she had heard and seeing that I was turned on as well, asked me if we should try it. Well the thought of being able to get my hands on lot’s of other women seamed a great idea. I hadn’t really thought about how...
I’d like to thank michchick98 for her help in editing my story. Any grammatical errors found in the story are purely mine. Present day Anna and Ramone were eating ice cream in her apartment whilst reminiscing of their time together. They’d been friends for 20 years now and although life had pushed them into different directions, they remained the best of friends. It was November and they were discussing their plans for Christmas. They’d both turned 30 in the course of the year and were...
The first time I got a blowjob was from the girl next door. I was in my garage one day after school playing with my horny cock. I loved jacking off and did it every chance I got. While I was flogging my meat and groaning as the pleasure was building, I heard a noise behind me. I turned around to see Melody, the cute blond from next door, watching what I was doing and smiling. I said "hi, when did you come in?" " A couple minutes ago," she replied, "what are you doing with that lovely...
First TimeJade Nile, Karla Kush, and Kimber Woods are super excited while getting ready for Comic Con, but little do they know, they are all dressing up as the same slutty kitty! Not really sure what comic character they are trying to imitate, but clearly there is very little originality in this bunch of comic nerds. To solve the problem, they ask our stud to be something of a costume judge. Whichever girl looks most like a cat gets to keep her costume. He tells them to show him how well they can act...
xmoviesforyouAfter Marcie hung up on me I decided I needed some exercise. That's when I met the groundskeepers. I was coming back from my tour of the neighborhood when I spotted them pulling up in an ancient pickup truck. They were dressed identically in bib-overalls with the legs cut off at the knees, yellow T-shirts and work boots. They both wore their hair in a ponytail, but that is where the resemblance ended. The one that introduced herself as Cecile reminded me of Barbara, the shortstop I was...
Sentiment about Corinne DeLoie broke down into two clearly definable groups: those that were firmly in her court, and those that were completely opposed. Those that were in her court were supportive of her actions to protect herself from someone who was abusive, power-mad, and amoral. Those opposed to her felt that she should have felt grateful to have a job, and that she should listen to whomever was in charge, because that was just how things are done in the world. If the job changed...
Hi I am Neha and this is my real story. It happened when I was in my college. If you like the story you can share your feedback on my email This story is the continuation of my previous story (link on top) Before the story I’ll tell about myself. I was 22 years old and my vital stats are 34c 26 36 with 5’7” height at the time of this incident. I am pretty fair with very good looks.I woke up after 2 hours of very good sleep and realized that I have to go with boss for a party. Then I went to...
T here is a knock at the door. You are exactly on time, down to the minute. As expected. I let you wait a short while, thinking of how the anticipation must be affecting you - as it is affecting me. I open the door and smile at you, taking in your beauty. For a moment it is tender as I gently grab your hand and lead you inside. As the lock on the door clicks into place behind you, though, I can no longer hold back. I grab you by your hair and push you against the wall. "Did you follow all the...
BDSMDisclaimer: This story is not intended for inappropriate audiences. If you are too young to be reading this or this story is illegal where you live, then please do not go any farther. This story consists of sex between consenting men. This story is copyrighted and should not be copied or distributed, all rights reserved. Any feedback would be welcome; I do ask that all criticism be constructive as I will ignore all flames. In case you didn't pay attention to the categories, this is a...
That demonstration did it, my reputation was now made as a superlative teacher of pistol shooting. I now had more students than I could handle in a single class. Based on my experience with those three boys, I needed to expand the class to three weeks and raise the price to $75. I set the class hours from 10:00 AM to 3:00 PM, with an hour break for lunch, which we provided. The gunsmith in town wanted to know if I would object to him moving his shop to be adjacent to my range. I told him to...
The morning of the final debate, Donna woke up with a hangover. It was something she was becoming accustomed to. Her new campaign manager, DeeDee, had very limited ideas about campaigning. Actually she had only one idea--drunken orgies in Donna's ritzy home, all comers welcome. So that's how she had spent the past three days and nights. Not that she was complaining--she'd performed every sex act imaginable in that time, her favorites several times over. She was being the best slut she...
A group of college students throw a party at a friend's house, and it turns out to be a lot bigger than expected. Choose one of two people to take through this party and find out what lies in store for them. Party Girl Raychel is a hardworking college student and hardly ever strays far from her studies. One of her friends convinces her to have some fun for once, and come to this party. She is 18 and rather shy, at 5' 6'' and 115 lbs her Asian background shows her truly timid nature. While she's...
InterracialA few days after my first oral experience with a man, I decided I needed tits like a real woman. I went online to a few cross-dresser sites looking at their breast forms. There was quite a large variety. I looked through the few bras I had to see which size fit and looked best.The 32B was cute and seemed proportional to my small frame. I ordered a pair of symmetrical forms and a pair of asymmetrical forms in a 32B size along with the medical adhesive to attach them. The confirmation noted it...
CrossdressingShe ran an exacerbated hand through her shoulder-length auburn hair before sliding it down to massage her protesting emerald eyes. She really didn’t feel like dealing with this today. Freshmen always had this side to them, but she had assumed the worst was behind her now that they were a couple months into the university's fall semester. “Haven’t you seen the news, professor?” Asked her star student, Zoey, as her ever-curious azure eyes suddenly bobbed up and peered at Sarah through...
Chapter 4 Meeting Brian’s friends and his family. Ginny Driver Stapleton was not your typical widow. She didn’t have any gray hair, her skin was wrinkle-free, and she didn’t pal around with other widows. Once she stopped wearing the silver band signifying that she had been married, she looked like any other single girl, carefree and happy. She didn’t try to hide the fact that her boyfriend was younger, and a college student. She insisted that I accompany her to teacher functions and never...
I was just laying in bed thinking of a hot co-worker of mine, Louis, who I’ve wanted to fuck for a while. He’s a tall, well-built guy dripping with sexual energy. I’ve not been shy about showing him how hot I think he is, but I hold back the fact that I think about having his cock in my mouth every time I see him. I want to go into his office, close and lock the door and walk over to him where I sit on the edge of the desk, slowly pull my skirt up to give him a good look at my cleanly shaved...
It was Saturday night and she always went out. This night was like every other Saturday night. She was out dancing, Again. She was so tired of it all. All she wanted to do was settle down. Settle down with someone who can please her every need and desire. Someone that knew her better then she knew her self. She had heard about this new club from all her friends. They where raving about it. She had to give this new club a go. No one told her this was a club for the people who walked the night,...
It was hard to believe that by chance I,d met a famous female actress in November, 1968 in Grand Forks, North Dakota and spent a night of passion with her. I was still pinching myself to notbthink I was dreaming thevday I returned from my remote Missile site a few days later as I checked into the orderly room back on base. “Hey Joe. There,s a female at the Main Gate that,s asking for you. Better make your way there.” One of the sergeants warned me. I made sure I was fresh from my shower and...
"Excuse me, is that seat taken?" The husky female voice was speaking in English. The monotonous vibrations of the train barreling along its tracks had lulled me into a dozing state, but hearing someone talk in my own language definitely got my attention. I opened my eyes and turned my head towards the compartment door. The speaker was a young and rather tall woman, with long brown hair that fell freely onto her back. She peered into the compartment with squinted eyes and a frustrated...
I was camping and planned to stay in an RV park for several weeks. I knew it was time to wash the roof of my RV, but I wasn’t looking forward to the work. I had been chatting with an old-timer RV’er (Josh) who said, “There’s a kid living in that trailer (pointing to an older rig) that did a great job washing my roof, and he washed and waxed my whole rig. He’s a nice kid.”I had returned to the RV Park from grocery shopping. Making my way back to my RV site, I looked over at the trailer where...
SeductionSarah Jordan settled comfortably into her seat and buckled her seatbelt. She was aboard an airplane flying into an uncertain future. She was sure of her decision, but unsure where it might lead. Still, this was something she had to do - and suffer any consequences from it later.Sarah had been born and raised in Blaine, Nebraska – a small town of around twenty-five thousand people right in the middle of corn-farming country. She had led a typical small-town girl's life; been head cheerleader of...
BDSMThere was nothing for him to do. Sure, he could go for a run, which he did almost every morning. He ran the nearly five miles of beach to its end in North Wildwood and turned around and ran back to the Coast Guard Station and then back to the condo. When it was needed, which wasn’t very often, he cleaned the condo. There was no mail to speak of; his publishing company had all but written him off as a burned out author. He had used the last of his inventory of unpublished works over a year...
Dave's turn: Hi! My name is Dave and I'm going to Hell. At least that's what a lot of organized religions would say. Others would say 'meh... ' I just opened the door and let my Carlita into OUR house. We've been sailing with Pat and Brindy, and I have been DONE. And Carlita says we need a new bed. King-sized. I know Pat has a king-sized bed. She and I shared it for a crazy week. If she hadn't been my sister and this wasn't our hometown, I'd still be in that bed with her, but...
After the New Year’s parties and celebrations that I was requested to attend as a representative of the administration, life took a different turn. The President was in the final year of his second term and was not able to run again. With former Vice President Mason out of the running because of his health, there was now a free for all in the candidates for President - and there were plenty of them. I was being pressed to endorse one of the party candidates and campaign for them, but that...
The first summer after I got married to my husband Mike is when it happened. My little sister Hayley was fifteen and asked if Mike could help her drive. I worked from 1pm to 9pm. During that time Mike and Hayley spent together driving. Later I was told everything that happened. The first day they were on the back roads going to the creek and Hayley had to pee badly. They pulled up behind some trees where nobody else could see them. Mike waited in the car while Hayley took a leak. The next time...
Emma Starletto just loves running her fingers all through her thick blonde bush. Pulling on her hair while she fingers herself getting so worked up and wet for Brad Sterlings cock! She wants to feel his tongue on her clit and feel how hard that cock of his is in her mouth. Fuck her now; she can not take any more of that teasing. She wants to feel it in her pussy thrusting so hard and deep. Passionately, rough… she will take it all. She loves riding Brad in reverse cowgirl while she pulls...
xmoviesforyouImmersion Author’s note: This was a co-written story, written by two Lush lovers... We hope you love reading it as much as we did writing it... Ariane & Yazzam Part 1 - Warming up Beccy stood, poised with one foot firmly fixed on the soft bathmat. The other hovered over the water, testing the temperature with the tip of her toe. It had been a long day at work, and she had to admit, the quality of systems in her workplace was not something she found deeply inspiring. The bath however, now that...
Love StoriesVictor sat in his comfortable padded chair on his terrace under his patio umbrella, enjoying the October afternoon sunshine. The garden was still full of autumn colour – not his work, but his gardener’s: Victor was not a gardener, but enjoyed his garden immensely. It was unseasonably warm, and he was making the most of it before the cooler days arrived. His thoughts meandered aimlessly and eventually touched on Susan, who had been his protégé. He employed her on a whim because she was a...