Diary Of A Sick SIck Bastard
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After wading through several menus on each card company's answering system, she learned that her cards had indeed been frozen, because there had been a flurry of purchases over the last day and a half that had taken her over her credit limit. All but two of the purchases had been at men's shops and sporting goods stores that she knew her husband Gerry liked. How irresponsible could he be? The last two charges scared her. One of them was to a property management firm, which the...
Introduction: The following is an entry into the CALLING ALL WRITERS PT.5 challenge on the Sex Stories forum. See the following thread: http://forum.xnxx.com/showthread.php?t=196466 Maya was out shopping with some friends from work one day. At her favorite boutique, she had to endure the embarrassment of having all three of her credit cards declined. Red-faced, she mumbled an excuse about card security services perhaps having frozen her cards due to a security breach, and went outside to call...
Introduction: Kyles relationship gets intense in ways he couldnt have imagined. hey guys this is my second story so again i really welcome any and all criticism and suggestions. also this story involves sex between gays and a minor (at least in america, not where i live) so if you guys have a problem with that, dont keep reading, but if youre into this sorta thing than happy wanking ???? I woke up with Tim still asleep on top of me, I thought it was going to be a good day, boy was I wrong. I...
"You know, to make things easier, you could just do my homework for me," he says, with his arrogant smirk on his face. "And if I did that, how are you ever going to learn?" I retort. "Why would I need to when I have you as a tutor?" I hate the school for assigning me as his personal tutor. Stupid jocks. Stupid football players. Arrogant bastards who think they run the school and can do anything they want. "I won't always be your tutor, Adam." "Oh, but you will Alexxa," he says smoothly, as...
ReluctanceCopyright© 2005 There was a young lady from Spain Whose face was exceedingly plain, But her cunt had a pucker That made the men fuck her, Again, and again, and again. Grandfather was a right old bastard! There isn't a person alive, or dead for that matter, that would argue that statement. Especially in my own family! Grandmother and mom seemed down right scared of him - even shivering when his name came up... unwilling to discuss even the most innocent of things about the old man......
Mark, Maren and Gyges had left so suddenly, which had them worried, but they were also eager to participate in catching the bastard. Now that everyone had wrist devices, they had begun using them more, but they didn’t want to contact them via their wrist devices, just in case they ended up distracting or compromising them somehow. Angela informed them that there was a shuttle at the palace and that she could pilot it, if they wanted to go out there? The group agreed and walked off through...
Farber, Underwood, Carruthers, Kinshaw, Young, Oswald, Updike is its city's first openly transgendered firm. Follow the lives of its partners, associates, staff and clients. Today we learn the history of one of its members. GLADYS By Eugene Webber "Have you called the agency, Heloise?" John Farber asked his office manager. Heloise Farber, John's sister, older by three years, was taking a week off to visit their parents. Their father had retired eight months earlier and...
Author's Note: This story is something like an unofficial 'part two' to 'My Sister' by Anon Writer Down with the Sickness By Lynn LeFey When was the precise moment? I can't say. Finding the CD sleeve? Finding the home-made CD? Listening to it? The moment I head the harsh, feral screech, that awoke the memory of the past... somehow coalescing all my long days of loathing and anger into determination? If you've come here for some hot, lusty tale of a he-she forced into a life of...
Copyright© 2003 Edited by Big D, circa 2005 There was a young girl from Annista Who dated a lecherous mister. He fondled her titty, Got one finger shitty, Then screwed up his courage and kissed 'er. The shrill scream of the phone violently wakes Ron up from a deep contented sleep. The darkness is total and his eyes see nothing, but with the familiarity of years of living in the same home and with the same layout, he turns upon his bed and fumbles for the receiver. It seems to...
The sun was shining, and the air was calm, over all it was a very pleasant day. So you might wonder why I was standing in a grave yard, pissing on a head stone. It's ok; it is my wife's headstone. My name is Vinnie Pergolizzi and I'm a mob boss. I tried to trace the letters of her name, but my bladder ran out first. Marlene Pergolizzi is a long name and I'm getting older. Lower capacity you know. I looked at the stone, it was a double. It was designed for a husband and wife to rest in...
My name is Shelly Cooper, nee Sterling, and I had the misfortune to have married Ronald James Cooper. Why misfortune? Because today, since I was off due to summer vacation, I decided to surprise my husband of 22 years with a treat for lunch ... me. We have been kind of stale in the boudoir lately. I'm not exactly sure why, but I thought a nooner would perk him up. Well I now know why we have been a little lacking at home. He is getting his quota at work. Let me explain a few things. First we...
Like the other noble bastards I was sent to learn the sword at the young age of six. We only saw our mothers during the seventh day which was a day of feasting. My mother was beautiful and desired by many of the nobles. They gave her rich gifts and dressed her in the finest clothing. What they would not do was marry her, she was a registered consort. I had other half brothers and a sister. If the girl was illegitimate they went to a convent or became a maid for nobles. I saw my father rarely...
Paul sauntered into the lounge; his full ass hung out and jiggled as he skipped to each of the guys. He handed out the cocktails and stood waiting for instructions. Michael swigged his drink down and his expression turned to one of disgust. ?What the fuck is this faggot???Err a margarita Sir??He spat out the remainder of the liquid onto the floor and slammed the glass down. ?More like fuckin shit you mean.? He pointed to the glass. ?Everyone else’s drink ok? Riki, Sean?? The other two followed...
Clever Tamara fakes a cunning sickie but does her step dad Steve have a superior repertoire of tactics to get his male way in her bedroom.....I needed one of those Ferris Bueller days because there was a monster fashion sale at my favourite up market boutique and I wasn’t going to miss it.Mum was dead easy to negotiate. I said I had a slight temperature, sore throat and nausea. She was caught up in her morning rush to work... she had her own florist shop to run... she left with the completely...
It was just past noon and I was on my way home when I met Trent. We knew each other from a summer festival in the city a month earlier, where we both had been working as volunteers. We'd had a lot of fun during the three days of the festival and so it was great to see him again. Within minutes it was like no time had passed and we were making the same kind of silly jokes we had done during the festival.After some time Trent invited me to his house for a drink alongside his pool. I happily...
BisexualIt was just past noon and I was on my way home when I met Trent. We new each other from a summer festival in the city a month earlier, where we both had been working as volunteers. We'd had a lot of fun during the three days of the festival and so it was great to see him again. Within minutes it was like no time had passed and we were making the same kind of silly jokes we had done during the festival.After some time Trent invited me to his house for a drink alongside his pool. I happily...
At about 10:45 Alex came into work. This time he was only 5:45 minutes late, but drunk off his ass. He stumbled into the little nick-nacks shop and stared at Julie in the way only a drunken horney bastard could. Alex was the store co-manager and was allowed to do just about everything the manager could do except fire people. He was 25, blond, with blue eyes and handsome. He was extremely athletic and played football with his friends. Usually afterwards he had a kegger and then sex...
Looking out the back window of her house realizing just how beautiful the day was going to be, Jen begrudgingly got dressed for work. Things at the office had been very stressful as of late and her boss, Mr. Stone was constantly on her case. "I need this yesterday, Jen!" Every fifteen minutes, he needed something, at least it seemed that way. He was completely annoying and could be quite rude at times, it was a real shame given his good looks. Catching another glimpse of outside through the...
SeductionCaroline was the quintessential hippie: long black hair, petite dancer’s body, and tan lines that were more pronounced on her cute, tight, little bubble-butt than on her small, sensitive breasts, indicating that she had spent more than a little time in the sun going topless. She had a daughter by one of the men she lived with, and when he took off, she set out to raise her daughter on her own. She got a good job at a telecommunications company, and did well. Her daughter was raised in a...
Psychlone 2107 If it hadn't been absolutely necessary, Psychlone would never have left Exeter. It was where he'd been to university and where most of his friends lived. But this was exactly what he'd been forced to do when an outbreak of Hen Flu closed down the entire city. His only other alternative was to suffer an indefinite period of effective house arrest in a city now designated as being in quarantine. It was only because one of his mother's old boyfriends happened to own an...
Chapter Sixteen ‘Demure,’ the woman who had once been Glade’s mistress replied hesitantly in the Knights’ language. ‘Not Lady Demure. I no longer have a title, just as I no longer have an estate or a husband.’ Glade crouched down beside Demure under the shade of a palm tree. The appearance of both women had changed in the intervening years. Their hair was much longer and fell over their faces. Although Demure was as elegant as ever, there were small scars on her knees and ankles that hadn’t...
Chapter Four Ivory threaded the pubic hair through her front teeth where it had lodged and then buried her face back into the rich aroma of Glade’s vulva. Above their naked bodies the Sun shone high in the sky, but not as high, Ivory knew now, as the Sun climbed in Glade’s homelands far to the South. She huddled up against her lover’s warm body, hoping that this would compensate for the biting chill of the wind. Every day these days, Glade and Ivory would leave the village just before dawn...
The warmth coming from the hastily assembled camp fire provided the only comfort for Ivory and her mostly silent companions as they anxiously awaited the outcome of the Chief’s conference to which Glade was the only woman other than the Chief’s wife who was privileged to attend. They had been gone for such a very long time and Ivory, like everyone else, hoped that whatever came of their discussions would at last bring direction and purpose to the villagers’ wandering. Ivory’s only distraction...
When Chief Cave Lion and his party reached the top of the ridge above the Mountain Valley after their first ascent, they could now look across a wide vista of valleys and hills peppered with bushes and thickets. There were patches of snow that had fallen earlier in the season but hadn’t properly settled. Horse and antelope galloped over the coarse-leafed savannah. It was a glorious sight for hunters who’d seen so little game for so long, but as Glade reminded Ivory as they huddled beneath the...
It was the time of the year to travel south. Everyone knew it. It was less than half a moon since Ivory’s village celebrated the Autumn Equinox with traditional solemnity, but the snow had settled at night and not melted, the mammoths were restless, and the sky was thick with flying geese. ‘Tomorrow!’ announced Chief Cave Lion. ‘Today we gather what we need for the journey. Tomorrow we leave.’ Ivory was as reluctant to leave as anyone in the village, but the chief had spoken and the auspices...
Chapter Twenty Glade was by far the villager least visibly upset by the discovery that the winter route was blocked. While the chief and his most experienced hunters spent the rest of the day and all the next exploring and evaluating the few limited options available to them, she was preoccupied in checking the health and well-being of the woman and children. While Ivory anxiously gnawed on the last morsel of aurochs meat when the village gathered around the fire at the end of the day, Glade...
Chapter Twelve There was at first a sense of cheerful bravado accompanying Glade and her company as they paraded across the savannah with the Knights’ village receding ever further into the distance. They were sure that once they were back under the canopy of the great forest, their ordeal as slaves for the shaven-headed warriors would become nothing more than an unpleasant memory. However, as one day followed the last and there was still nothing on the horizon ahead that resembled the forest...
Chapter Twenty Four Glade couldn’t recall a time when she’d ever felt more despair than when she was finally certain that she’d never be able sail back to her lover across the choppy waters of the billowing sea. Was there any point in even being alive without Demure? It was only after many hours of weeping and cursing the spirits of her now extinct tribe that she at last returned her attention to the mundane but no less urgent task of staying alive. She was still adrift on a raft that was...
The relatively balmy, but still chilly, days of Summer gradually gave way to those of Autumn. As the oak and ash foliage changed hue, Ivory’s life settled into a pattern as deceptively stable as Glade’s had once been. She wasn’t pleased that she’d become the chief’s concubine, but the duty brought with it the benefit that she no longer had to accompany the other women in their daily woodland forage. And however jealous she was of Glade’s love, she’d grown to accept her lover’s occasional...
"Demure," the woman who had once been Glade's mistress replied hesitantly in the Knights' language. "Not Lady Demure. I no longer have a title, just as I no longer have an estate or a husband." Glade crouched down beside Demure under the shade of a palm tree. The appearance of both women had changed in the intervening years. Their hair was much longer and fell over their faces. Although Demure was as elegant as ever, there were small scars on her knees and ankles that hadn't been...
As the moon cycled through the winter season, especially on those days when snowstorms kept the villagers shivering inside their shelters and unable to venture out into the deadly cold, Ivory often returned to her memories of Glade. The shaman's apprentice remembered her not only as a lover, but also as the woman revealed to her by the stories she'd told her of her life. What puzzled Ivory most was why Glade had chosen to abandon her husband and two children. Ivory couldn't imagine that...
Recently, back in 2003 I went to Bangladesh. It was early June and extremely hot, and hot weather can make you do things which in normal conditions, would seem depraved. It did not take me long to get well acquainted with my village boys, most of whom were my age. I would spend countless hours watching them working whilst I smoked an infinite number of cigarettes, 5 star to be exact, a widely smoked brand of Bangladesh.. I would watch, in the searing heat as they ploughed the fells, with their...
Gay Male‘I hate the bastards!’ growled Mimosa the following day, employing the worst insult available in the Knights’ language. Illegitimacy was the ultimate stigma in a society that attached so much importance to child-bearing. Glade paused from shaving her fellow slave’s crotch. She was aware of the vehemence of Mimosa’s remark. ‘I hate them too,’ she said, although by now she’d got so accustomed to being a slave in their society that she’d almost forgotten what life had been like before. ‘They...
The warmth coming from the hastily assembled camp fire provided the only comfort for Ivory and her mostly silent companions as they anxiously awaited the outcome of the Chief's conference to which Glade was the only woman other than the Chief's wife who was privileged to attend. They had been gone for such a very long time and Ivory, like everyone else, hoped that whatever came of their discussions would at last bring direction and purpose to the villagers' wandering. Ivory's only...
I was home sick and my best friend told his mother. She came over to help me get better and boy did she make me feel good. "What's wrong Jack?" "It's my best friend Ed, Mom. He's home in bed sick. His folks are on vacation and won't be back for another week." "How sad. He seems like such a nice young man. Would it help if I went over and helped him?" "I don't think it would hurt anything. You don't mind do you?" "Of course not. I'm willing to do anything for your...
It was every Autumn of her life that Ivory and the rest of her clan made the same trek south. Every Spring she returned the same way. She reasoned that the journey would seem less arduous as each year came by, but this year the wind was colder, the snow heavier and the ground more treacherous. Ivory wondered whether the migration only seemed worse because it was the first time her mother wasn’t there to accompany her, but Glade was as good a companion as her mother had ever been and in certain...
‘What was your mistress’ name?’ Ivory asked the following day, while she and Glade prepared elixirs and drugs from what they’d foraged in the woods. ‘Demure,’ said Glade. ‘Or Lady Demure, as she was known then. At first, I didn’t know that was what the name meant. It sounded like nothing more than a short yelp. It took me quite a while to learn the language of the Knights of the Savannah. The names they gave themselves expressed the qualities that they believed were desirable. The men were...
There were very few Ocean People who welcomed Demure’s presence in their village. But those few included all the elders and older marriageable men. And amongst these few, Demure was respected if not necessarily liked and recognised as someone who made a voluble, perhaps even valuable, contribution to the village’s debates. Glade was sure she wasn’t the only one who recognised that much of Demure’s patronage by the elderly and influential in the village was directly related to her intimate...
Ivory threaded the pubic hair through her front teeth where it had lodged and then buried her face back into the rich aroma of Glade's vulva. Above their naked bodies the Sun shone high in the sky, but not as high, Ivory knew now, as the Sun climbed in Glade's homelands far to the South. She huddled up against her lover's warm body, hoping that this would compensate for the biting chill of the wind. Every day these days, Glade and Ivory would leave the village just before dawn and tramp...
[Threesome, Eighteen, Red head, Bad boys]Young Verity doesn’t trust guys following a breakup. Two opportunistic groomsmen in her deserted mother’s florist shop quickly position her agile body more creatively than any ikebana arrangement in her nubile life. Running a small business Saturday afternoon after four o’clock should be a breeze for anyone. It’s only a matter of waiting for five o’clock and packing everything up and getting ready to lock the place and leave. It was so quiet in the...
As the moon cycled through the winter season, especially on those days when snowstorms kept the villagers shivering inside their shelters and unable to venture out into the deadly cold, Ivory often returned to her memories of Glade. The shaman’s apprentice remembered her not only as a lover, but also as the woman revealed to her by the stories she’d told her of her life. What puzzled Ivory most was why Glade had chosen to abandon her husband and two children. Ivory couldn’t imagine that she...
The voyage north that Glade would make across the Great Sea wasn’t one she’d planned and most definitely not one she would have chosen, although it was true that she and Demure had often sat together on the shore and looked over a sea that stretched towards the North rather than the West. And they’d often speculated whether this water stretched to the very end of the world or whether there might be land beyond. ‘The further North we go,’ observed Glade, ‘the further we are from the Sun. And...
"I hate the bastards!" growled Mimosa the following day, employing the worst insult available in the Knights' language. Illegitimacy was the ultimate stigma in a society that attached so much importance to child-bearing. Glade paused from shaving her fellow slave's crotch. She was aware of the vehemence of Mimosa's remark. "I hate them too," she said, although by now she'd got so accustomed to being a slave in their society that she'd almost forgotten what life had been like...
There were very few Ocean People who welcomed Demure's presence in their village. But those few included all the elders and older marriageable men. And amongst these few, Demure was respected if not necessarily liked and recognised as someone who made a voluble, perhaps even valuable, contribution to the village's debates. Glade was sure she wasn't the only one who recognised that much of Demure's patronage by the elderly and influential in the village was directly related to her...
Glade was the only one of the captive Mammoth Hunters who knew what to expect. It was much more startling for the other expedition members when at last, after trudging for most of the day through the fresh snow across a long flat plain, their captors brought them to the Cave Painters' settlement by the mountainside. This comprised of the mouths to several caves scattered about the base of the limestone hills around which were gathered dozens of Cave Painters all attired in their superior...
Glade believed that she’d arrived at the point in her life where events had directed her. The trials she’d endured from the time her tribe was reduced to slavery, her travels across the southern and northern lands, her marriage to Flint, and, of course, the ever-present shadow of Demure: all of this was destined to culminate where she was now. The pinnacle of her life was to be a peripatetic shaman in the company of her black lover in the white glacial foothills of the Great Mountains. What...
The noisy festivities that had continued through the day were well over when Glade eventually returned to her tepee. The village was now silent apart from the muffled snores of the Reindeer Herders asleep in the chill open air and the occasional howl or bark from distant nocturnal beasts. Ivory stirred as Glade rustled about. Her bleary eyes fixed on her lover. Glade was weary but her fatigue was quite different from that which had overwhelmed her apprentice. "Have you... ?" asked Ivory....
Glade was by far the villager least visibly upset by the discovery that the winter route was blocked. While the chief and his most experienced hunters spent the rest of the day and all the next exploring and evaluating the few limited options available to them, she was preoccupied in checking the health and well-being of the woman and children. While Ivory anxiously gnawed on the last morsel of aurochs meat when the village gathered around the fire at the end of the day, Glade seemed...
Glade believed that she'd arrived at the point in her life where events had directed her. The trials she'd endured from the time her tribe was reduced to slavery; her travels across the southern and northern lands; her marriage to Flint; and, of course, the ever-present shadow of Demure: all of this was destined to culminate where she was now. The pinnacle of her life was to be a peripatetic shaman in the company of her black lover in the white glacial foothills of the Great...
I’d gone skiing in New Zealand in what was our usual summer, and found myself in Queenstown in mid-July. It was a crazy town, full of young and old enjoying the winter sports season, and some of the thrill seekers who enjoyed the bungee jumping and white river rafting, and much more. I was with my girl-friend, Maggie, a long standing relationship for me of nearly 2 years. She was an experienced skier, having been to many Swiss and Austrian slopes, as well as several in the US. It was her idea...
Group SexUnthankful BastardBy: Londebaaz Chohan Jalal was his name tag on his UPS uniform. He looked to be an Egyptian but Ethan did not ask him when he came for delivering the packages or for the pick-up of any parcels. Ethan had seen him for all of the three years he had worked in that office. His good looks seemed to have enhanced by the brown UPS uniform worn by Jalal. His dark black hair would shine under the fluorescent lights of the office. Same dark hair he had extensively grown on his strong...
I was the last son of my mother and a bastard. The consort had taken a mistress and she had found out. To get even she had thrown his clothes out a window and banished him from the castle. She had taken several men to her bed and had no idea who my father had been. She actually treated me better than my sister and brothers. From the age of five she had several knights begin to teach me. I also had tutors to learn to write and read and count. Although my brothers and sister did not treat me bad...
Amy crossed the parking lot towards her car. As usual, it was nearly vacant. Though the offer of escort by security was available, Amy had been doing this for the better part of two years, and no one had ever had, or been given reason to really be concerned. She hated closing late, but the thought of having the next two days off work was a small little bonus for whenever she had to. Working at a quaint leather goods clothing store, she juggled the package she carried under one arm as she...
If Glade expected her apprentice to be more shocked than she was by her account of the violence that had decimated her tribe she was disappointed. Ivory was more indignant at the rudeness of rebuffing a welcome than distressed by the account of the bloodshed. In any case, Glade was reluctant to give a full account of the horrors that followed. It was painful enough for her to remember the evil and worse still to describe it. Did she really want to elaborate on how so many of the people she'd...
There was at first a sense of cheerful bravado accompanying Glade and her company as they paraded across the savannah with the Knights' village receding ever further into the distance. They were sure that once they were back under the canopy of the great forest, their ordeal as slaves for the shaven-headed warriors would become nothing more than an unpleasant memory. However, as one day followed the last and there was still nothing on the horizon ahead that resembled the forest Glade so...
"The forest where I was born is far, far to the South," Glade told Ivory the following day after her apprentice had returned from foraging duties in the woods and removed her clothes on the shaman's request. "It's a very different land. The sun shines high in the sky. At midday it's almost directly overhead. It is always warm. My people never wore clothes. I never knew what it meant to cover my flesh. The need to do so just did not exist." "It sounds like paradise," said...
"You did well, my dear," Chief Cave Lion told Ivory the following morning as she and Glade lay together on the bed the Reindeer Herder chief had vacated. "Thank you, my lord," said Ivory who still savoured the memory of her lovemaking. She didn't say so but she thought to herself that the pleasure in the duty was all hers. And she would gladly do the same again. "The Reindeer Herder chief has complimented the shaman and you on your lovemaking," continued the Chief, running his hand...
Clouds obscured the stars and moon when Glade and Demure emerged from their shelter carrying as many of their belongings as they could in deer-hide sacks, but more than the dark what mostly helped secure the lovers' escape as they crept away from the Raft People's village towards the Great Sea was that the rest of the village was far more preoccupied with other matters than the fate of the two women. Other villagers were suffering the same humiliation and possibly rape that Glade and Demure...