Totally Unexpected Lucy To Be Home
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I think I'll take a couple of days rest in Albuquerque, Dillon thought as he rode into the town. It was pushing two weeks since he left Amarillo; he, Buck, and Buddy the pack horse had covered a better than 20 miles a day. Dillon hadn't pushed the animals too hard; he wasn't in a hurry. About every third day, he'd ride Buddy and let Buck take it 'easy' carrying the pack saddle and gear.
One reason he had been able to make 20 miles a day, day after day, was that he'd followed the Santa Fe Trail most of the way from Amarillo. The Trail wasn't like a road but was easy going because of the number of wagons, settlers, and freighters that used it. Almost like the roads back in Richmond, Dillon thought with a smile. Where the Trail turned northwest to Santa Fe, he continued west.
Albuquerque isn't a small place, Dillon observed as he rode through the town; the sign on the outskirts said there were six thousand people living there. He found a livery stable on the west side and gave instructions that both horses be bathed, brushed, and fed a grain mash in addition to the sweet hay. They had ridden through some dusty alkaline areas and the horses hadn't really had a chance to take dust baths to clean themselves.
Dillon found a small boarding house nearby and arranged to stay for two nights. If the horses deserve to be pampered, so do I he thought. He'd checked in just in time for supper and joined the other guests after stowing his gear in his room. As he sat at the table looking around he hung his head, smiled and chuckled.
"Something amuse you Mr. Gallagher?" Mr. Jenkins, the owner of the house asked. He was curious about Dillon's smile.
"Just remembering the last boarding house I stayed at," Dillon replied still smiling. "I enjoyed that house very much."
"I hope our place can give you the same service."
Don't hardly think so, Dillon said to himself but responded, "I'm sure you will Mr. Jenkins." Turning to Mrs. Jenkins he said, "This is a fine meal, ma'am. Thank you." After supper, Dillon went to his room. In spite of not riding hard, two weeks on the trail had worn him down some.
The next morning after breakfast he decided to walk around the west side of Albuquerque and explore. He found a general mercantile and replenished some trail supplies and bought a pair of heavy whip cord work pants. Some his fancier clothes from Wichita Falls were showing some wear.
That evening he decided a visit to a saloon was in order. Although he didn't drink much, a beer or two sounded like a good idea. He had to smile when he walked into the saloon; it was doing a good business and a lot of the customers had the look of cowhands letting off steam. It was a familiar sight to Dillon.
He was standing at the end of the bar with his back to a wall; putting his back to the wall was a habit he'd developed when visiting the saloons as a deputy marshal. There was a cowboy standing to the side of Dillon looking at him intently. Dillon ignored the man's stare and continued drinking his beer and watching the big room.
"Ain't you Deputy Gallagher from over to Wichita Falls?" The cowhand asked with slurred speech that showed that he'd had more than enough to drink that night.
"I'm Gallagher, but I'm not a deputy anymore," Dillon replied without looking at the man.
"My name's Jake Summers. You arrested me and my two brothers one time."
For the first time Dillon turned and faced Summers. "Don't remember you; I arrested a lot of cowboys when they got out of hand. If I did arrest you, you needed to be arrested," Dillon said in a cold flat voice.
"Getting arrested put us on the wrong side of our range boss. He made our life hell all the way to Abilene he did. The high and mighty Mr. Carl Jones fired us when we got to the railhead," the man complained.
"I remember Mr. Jones. You must be one of those boys that gave Pastor Jennings a bad time." Dillon couldn't help but smile thinking about the incident and the aftermath.
"You ought not to have arrested us Deputy. We were just havin a little fun with the reverend," Summers whined. "Maybe it's payback time."
Dillon started to explain the difference between fun and bodily assault but decided it would be a waste of time. Summers' was drunk and angry; the facts weren't going to change his mind.
"You men were lucky to just go to jail; I almost shot all three of you that night. Don't push me too far Mister." Dillon stared at the man with cold dead looking eyes. He pulled the oilskin duster he wore back away from the pistol at his hip. "Walk away and let me be."
"You're gonna pay for that night," Summers shouted. He started to pull his gun. Before he could clear the holster Dillon drew his own pistol and shot; hitting him high in the shoulder.
The bar room became deathly quiet with everyone there staring at the man on the floor and the big man standing over him with a smoking pistol.
Dillon walked to Summers and picked up his pistol. Turning to the bartender and giving him the pistol he said, "Better have someone send for a doctor and the law."
The bartender ordered his swamper to fetch the doctor first and then find the marshal. "It was self defense Mister. That man," the bartender pointed toward the wounded Summers on the floor, "kept pushin you. He tried to kill you."
"Be obliged if you tell the marshal that when he gets here," Dillon said.
It was a few minutes before the doctor came into the saloon. Seeing the man on the floor he began to tend to his wound. After a few minutes he asked a couple of men to get Summers over to his office. The doctor stepped over to Dillon. "You the one that shot him?"
The bartender spoke up and said, "It was self defense Doc. That cowboy was yelling at this man and then pulled his gun."
"I'm Doctor Reynolds. Your .44 sure tore up his shoulder. He won't have use of that arm for a while, Mister... ?"
"Dillon Gallagher, Doctor. The .44 usually makes a mess of whatever it hits. But he got off lucky."
"How so Mr. Gallagher?"
"I missed my shot; I meant to hit him in the chest," Dillon answered with a grim smile.
"Well from my point of view, I'm glad you missed your intended target. If you'd hit him in the chest, we'd be calling the undertaker."
As the doctor finished speaking, a large man wearing a marshal's badge on his vest entered the saloon. Spotting Doctor Reynolds he came to join him.
"I heard there was a shooting here, Doc."
"There was. I had the wounded man taken to my office," the doctor said. "Marshal Taylor, this is Mr. Gallagher; he's the man that did the shooting."
The Marshal turned to Dillon and asked, "That right Mr. Gallagher?"
"Yes sir, that man's name is Summers and he tried to kill me. I got him instead."
Again the bartender stepped in. "It was self defense Marshal. That Summers feller kept pushin and proddin at Gallagher here. Then he started for his gun; he never cleared leather."
"Why'd he have it in for you Mr. Gallagher?"
"I arrested Summers and his two brothers while I was the deputy marshal for Tom Ryan in Wichita Falls," Dillon said. He told Marshal Taylor the story of the Summers' brothers and Pastor Jennings. "I thought I was doing them a favor keeping them out of jail; I guess he didn't see it the same way."
"You worked with Tom Ryan?"
"Yes sir, Tom and I are good friends," Dillon answered with a smile.
"You looking for work around here Mr. Gallagher?"
"No I'm not looking for a job. I'm on my way to Arizona."
Marshal Taylor looked at Dillon for ten seconds or so. "If you see or write to Tom, tell him Bill Taylor said hello please. Tom and I rode in the war together. Take care of yourself Gallagher and good luck on your journey."
Dillon nodded and left. As he walked back to the boarding house he thought about the events in the saloon trying to think if there was any way he could have avoid the fight. Short of letting Summers shoot me, I don't think I could have done anything different he decided. I'm getting too good at shooting people; it's not a talent I want to cultivate.
At daybreak Dillon packed his gear on Buddy and saddled Buck. Time to ride on he thought; before I have to shoot any more people.
The previous trek from Amarillo to Albuquerque hadn't been like a Sunday afternoon ride. It had been almost two weeks of riding from sunup to sun down. Possibly for someone, like Dillon, it was the isolation that was the most difficult part of the journey.
To make the trip easier and pass the time, Dillon fell back on a habit he'd picked up during the war; he talked to his horses. During his service with the First Virginian he would often talk to his horse before a battle. It wasn't that Dillon was crazy, it just helped calm his nerves so he could focus; it seemed to help calm his horse too.
So several times during the ride Dillon would talk to Buck and Buddy. Sometimes he quoted poetry to the animals and had one sided discussions about what the poems meant. Sometimes it was the politics of the War Between the States and how the war could have been avoided. Sometimes he would talk about what he wanted to find. And sometimes he told Buddy of his travels and adventures since leaving Richmond; Buddy hadn't been with he and Buck during that time. Neither horse were very good conversationalists but they were both excellent listeners.
As boring and as tiring as the trip to Albuquerque had been, the ride to Arizona was more difficult. The distance from Albuquerque to Prescott meant another week on the trail. A lot of the trip was across desert and high chaparral with fewer water holes; more than one night he made a dry camp. He carried three large canteens on the pack saddle plus his personal one hung on his saddle.
Every water hole he found he made sure all the canteens were full before leaving. His packs contained food for the horses, a mixture of dried oats and corn. Dillon would add a little water to the feed; it helped the horse get some moisture as well feeding them.
Buddy was a big surprise; he was very good at smelling water. Four times he found water holes that Dillon and Buck would have bypassed. The troop wouldn't have died without Buddy's help but his discoveries made the hard journey a lot easier.
As he got closer to Prescott the elevation change, mountains, wooded hills, and grasslands became the normal landscape. Pretty country Dillon said to himself; it looks like a good place to raise cattle and horses. Three weeks after leaving Albuquerque, Dillon rode into Prescott, Arizona. Riding into town he saw large holding pens for cattle close to the railroad tracks; Prescott's another cow town he thought.
He found a livery and stabled his horses, making sure the animals got a bath and special feed. The stable owner told Dillon about two good boarding houses nearby; Dillon preferred boarding houses to hotels. At the hotels all you received was the room; sometimes with noisy drunks in adjoining rooms. At the boarding house the cost included two meals a day, breakfast and supper. Usually the guests were more interested in resting than raising hell.
Dillon walked to the nearest boarding house and paid for a week's stay. As he stowed his gear he thought about his money situation. He had about four hundred dollars in gold coins with him and a bank draft from the Wichita Falls bank. Dillon's expenses since leaving Richmond hadn't amounted to much.
When he worked for Creed Taylor in Texas back in '65, in addition to his wages he got room and board. Dillon wasn't one to go to town and raise hell every month when he got paid so he saved most of his wages. He spent even less while in Mexico. It was an inexpensive place to live and he made very good money as a payroll guard. He'd gained a reputation of getting the payrolls through and was offered a lot of jobs by different mine managers.
In Wichita Falls his room and board was a work benefit as the deputy marshal so again he had few expenses. Even his ammunition and a shotgun were provided. His only real expense was his more elegant way of dressing. As he remembered Mrs. Boudreaux's boarding house and the 'special benefits' he and Emma shared, Dillon laughed knowing he'd never have something like that again. It had been a wonderful part of his life.
Marshall Tom Ryan, his friend and boss, convinced Dillon to open an account at the bank. Tom said one of the few good things about Northern Reconstruction was that the banks were more solid and you could do business from town to town and bank to bank. That's why Dillon had a bank draft for his account instead of carrying gold coins. People were still skittish about paper money but everyone trusted and accepted gold.
I've got a little over three thousand dollars, Dillon thought. That's enough for about three years, even staying in a boarding house. He decided he'd take a little time to see what opportunities were available in Prescott. Dillon wasn't the type to sit around; he needed to put his hand to something. Maybe I'll become a poker dealer in one of the saloons, he thought. No I don't guess so; it'd turn something I like as a past time into a job. I wouldn't get the same enjoyment out of it.
Dillon had learned to play poker while at VMI and he'd become very good at it. He'd honed his skills while working for Creed Taylor and later in Wichita Falls. Several times on his nights off, at least before Emma came into his life, you could find him at a poker table in one of the saloons. He developed a system in Wichita Falls that kept him from losing his shirt during a bad run of cards.
On payday Dillon would take $10 from his wages as a poker stake for the month. At the end of the month anything over the $10 was put into his bank account. He would take $10 and start over again. If he lost his stake he quit playing until the next payday. Dillon usually added money to his account every month. Of course when he and Emma started keeping company the number of evenings spent at the poker tables were drastically reduced.
Dillon's first day in Prescott he went to the barber shop and got a shave, haircut, and a bath. When he was on the trail he usually didn't bother shaving; the water was needed to stay alive. When he did find a good water hole if he had the time he would bath and shave but those times were scarce. He came out of the barbers completely clean and groomed for the first time in almost three weeks. I smell as sweet as lilies of the valley, he said to himself.
His second day he spent exploring Prescott and surrounding country. He wanted to get a feel for the area before he decided if he wanted to stay and what he kind of work he wanted to do. Dillon found out that he could get a job as a stage coach guard or ride guard on freight wagons. He wasn't really interested because it meant a lot of traveling; he was tired of traveling, at least for a while.
His third evening in town he visited one of the saloons. Dillon didn't drink a lot but he wanted a beer and a saloon was a good place to gather information about Prescott. Truth be known he wanted a little company and thought he would try his hand at playing some poker.
Dillon walked into the West Branch saloon and immediately felt at home; it reminded him of the saloons in Wichita Falls. There were several cowhands celebrating the end of a cattle drive and a few of the locals having a week ending drink. He got a beer and walked over to watch one of the poker games.
He'd been watching for about a quarter of an hour when one of the men at the table spoke to him. "Either sit down and play with the men or go away. You bother me standing there like a vulture."
Dillon returned the man's look for a few seconds and then took an empty chair. When sat down the other four men at the table welcomed him and introduced themselves. The loud mouth said, "Good, another chicken for me to pluck."
"My name's Gallagher," he said to the four men, ignoring the man that'd been making the insulting comments. Dillon had heard the others call the man Jim Knox. He looked at Knox, thinking I've seen your kind before. The man was tall at 6' 3; Dillon guessed he weighed over 225 pounds. He was drinking hard, refilling his glass from a bottle on the table. Jim Knox had a red face and a belligerent attitude, probably from the whiskey Dillon thought.
The game was five card stud or draw poker and it didn't take many hands for Dillon to realize that Jim wasn't a very good poker player. He chased hands in spite of bad odds, called when he should fold, and raised when he should have called at best. Jim won a few hands but Dillon won more. During the whole game Jim continued making remarks about Dillon and the other players. Dillon had gained a small profit and decided that this would be his last hand. Jim had just made an insulting remark about drifters, looking at Dillon as he said it.
Dillon didn't get angry, he seldom got angry. It's only hurts your chances in bad situations, he believed. He'd learned during war that anger clouded your vision and slowed your reflexes. Even during the gun battles he'd been in since the war, he wasn't angry. Dillon became a cold, calculating man during those times of stress.
The hand was draw poker and Dillon had an inside straight draw. No one had raised the opening bet so Dillon stayed in; it wasn't something he'd normally do but it didn't cost much more than his ante to call. When he saw the card he drew he thought, my luck's good tonight; the card was a seven and filled out his straight.
Up to this point the game had been mostly small stakes, with $30 dollars considered a large pot. The first two men checked and Knox made a large bet of $20. Knox had drawn three cards and Dillon figured he had at best three of a kind so he raised the bet to $40. Two men dropped out and it was up to Knox; he raised another $20. The last two men dropped leaving just Dillon and Knox in the hand.
Dillon had $40 in front of him, "Here's your bet and I raise my last $20."
Knox smiled and said, "Here's you $20 and I raise $50."
One of the men that had dropped out complained, "It's table stakes Jim, you can only call his last $20."
"Shut up Clancy. I say I can raise," Knox said with his hand on his pistol butt. Turning to Dillon he ordered, "Dig for the money or fold your hand drifter."
Dillon felt a cold, calculating calm come over him. It wasn't the money that concerned him; it was the insults and direct challenge from a boisterous drunk like Knox. Maybe I should just walk away Dillon thought, but then again I've never walked away from trouble. Why start now?
He pulled a draw string bag out of the inside pocket of his oilskin duster and asked, "How much you got in front of you Knox?"
Knox looked at Dillon suspiciously, counted his money and answered, "$200 and some change. Why?"
Looking Knox straight in the eye, Dillon said, "Here's you $50 and I raise $300." He counted out the gold double eagles and pushed them into the pot.
"But I don't have $300," Knox said.
Dillon replied, "Dig for it or fold your hand."
Knox was shocked when Dillon threw his own words back in his face. He looked at the other players but they were laughing at him. He finally slumped in his chair, knowing that he had to fold his hand.
"Tell you what Knox, I want to be fair. Call for what you have in front of you," Dillon said. He'd made his point.
Knox looked at Dillon for a few seconds and pushed all his money into the pot. "Three kings drifter," he said turning over his card and gloating.
"Good hand," Dillon said and when Knox reached for the money he added, "But not good enough. I've got a straight to the nine." He showed his cards and smiled at the look on Knox's face.
With a look of disbelief, the big drunk moved his hand toward his gun. "You damn chea..." Knox started but Dillon interrupted.
"KNOX," Dillon said with a loud strong voice. "You're about to make a big mistake. Stop and think about your next move." Dillon pulled his duster away from his holster pistol staring at Knox with ice cold blue eyes.
"That's enough boys. Just stand easy," a voice from behind Dillon said. He didn't turn his head, keeping his attention on Knox.
"Jim slowly pull your gun and put it on the table," the voice ordered. When Knox complied the voice added, "Now you Mister, put yours on the table too."
Dillon hesitated, knowing that the man behind him probably had a gun trained on him. "I'd like to know who's giving the orders before I comply," Dillon said without emotion.
The man walked to the side where Dillon could see him and the badge on his vest; he also saw the double barrel shotgun the man was carrying. "I'm Charley Jackson, the Sheriff in these parts."
Dillon nodded and slowly laid his pistol on the table. He smiled to himself at the shotgun; guess a lot of lawmen use one, he said to himself.
Sheriff Jackson picked up both pistols. "Jim go home, you're drunk and about to get yourself in trouble. You're damn lucky you didn't get yourself killed. You can pick up your gun tomorrow when you sober up."
Knox looked at Jackson, then at Dillon, and then at the money on the table. Finally he turned and left the saloon, stomping out in anger.
"Now who are you and what are you doing here?" Jackson asked Dillon.
"Name's Dillon Gallagher. I just rode in a couple of days ago. Plan on finding a job and staying for awhile."
"Why did you warn Knox instead of drawing on him? You give the impression that you know how to use this hog leg," the Sheriff said hoisting Dillon's .44.
"Well I'll tell you Sheriff. Even since I left Wichita Falls seems like one person or another has tried to draw down on me. To be honest I'm getting real tired of shooting people."
Sheriff Jackson looked at Dillon in surprised disbelief. "You don't impress me as someone that'd turn the other cheek Gallagher."
"Didn't say I was. I'll defend myself and not lose a minute's sleep over it but it don't mean I have to like killing. If I had my way I'd never pull that .44 again," Dillon answered. He exchanged looks with Jackson and then added.
"As far as Knox, he wasn't much of a threat. He was drunk and I don't think he's as good with a gun as he thinks he is. So I thought I might shock him out of doing something both stupid and deadly."
Jackson smiled a little and nodded. "Yeah, Jim thinks he's John Wesley Hardin and Wild Bill Hickok all rolled into one. Truth be told, he's lucky he hasn't shot off his foot."
Dillon laughed and paused for a few seconds. "Sheriff, could I have my gun back now. I don't plan on using it tonight but I feel sort of undressed without it."
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Introduction: A fantasy about a plane trip ok, we are on the plane, getting ready and situated and comfy..hubby is groggy from two Dramamine and getting a pillow which forces us to rub and touch each other..the sexual chemistry is thick between us. as we look at each other and look each other over quickly and exchange sly smiles. he snuggles down and leans against the wall and falls to sleep. the plane hasnt even left the ground yet and he is out like a light. Im reading a Cosmo that someone...
Hi all. Story goes back to my day of marriage. Brief flashback: I was fanatically sex craze with my cousin from my teenage and we had good relation and understanding. Mostly I used to tease her by patting/pressing her Butts or find ways to touch her heavily protruding Breasts. STOP. Now coming back to my marriage, it has been a total flop from day 1. To put in context, complete confusion and misunderstanding. So after tying knot, I ran into Cousin (I call her Putt) climbing down the stair and...
100% fiction! My mom was a loving wife at late 30's. My family was my dad , mom and me. Dad was a working man and was at his workplace. He was home only once in a month or so. Recently he got a transfer to a distant place. Now he will give up visit only in festival times. Once or twice in a year. My mom was left alone with me in that large house. Mom was a plummy lady with saggy tits and ass. My mom always wear traditional saree with blouse and skirt. She do not wear a bra in house as i had...
IncestSo learned at a very young age that I liked dressing up in hose and heels and making guys cum (see any of my previous stories :-). I met Dusty when we were 13. He moved from another state. He towered above all of the other boys in our class at 6' 1". He was so big we called him Dusty Mountain. He had a full five o clock shadow and probably outweighed every other guy in the class by 60 or 70 pounds. There was an empty seat next to me and the teacher sat him there. I soon learned that he...
The Big One Part Three Nikki didn't realize immediately that she and David had lost sight of one other; she was momentarily distracted by a strange S and M scene that was in progress a just few feet away. A trio of tall, dark-haired women dressed in dominatrix gear, leather, high heeled boots, slicked back hair and carrying whips, were tying a blindfolded man to a makeshift flogging frame. They then began to whip his back with eerie, slow motion movements, as if everything was...
Linda was humming to herself as she readied herself for her debut at the spa, after being absent for sooo long. In spite of her life in Germany, all the people she had met, all the things she had done and seen, and, above all, the men who had filled her life, and her pussy, she had missed this. Her true, in her mind, home, and the many friends she had had. She was sorry that so many of them had moved on with their lives, maybe never to be seen again, but hoped that they would do well, and,...
Although she was only a back-up singer, Maya was feeling rather worn-out after the concert. She scanned the backstage area hoping to find a decent-looking guy to spend the night with. "Wonderful," she thought. "Not a single male groupie."Disappointed, she got a beer out of the cooler and sat down on a nearby loveseat. She gazed jealously as she saw every other band member (all guys of course) chatting up some dumb-looking chicks. As she put the bottle to her full, painted, lips; she made eye...
My super innocent stepdaughter, Nala Nova, is always looking at me with those tender blue eyes. So, when I catch her skipping school and masturbating with a videogame controller, it’s my chance to finally see what her mouth feels like. It’s hard to focus on school when your brain is always fixated on sex, so I whip out my cock and let her work out her all her curiosity on me. She masturbates, rubbing her soaking teen clit and bringing herself to orgasm while she has my cock in her mouth. And...
xmoviesforyouThe Sundress Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The dress fit me almost perfectly because of the padding I was using. The mint green color was fantastic, and with the low white heels and the modestly short hemline, and combined with the pantyhose, made my legs look very shapely. The dress flowed over my breasts and hugged my waist perfectly with a slight flair, and my hair was brushed out and my makeup was as good as I could manage. I thought that I looked...
*NOTE* All characters depicted in this story are considered to be at least 18 years of age or older Continuing on down the road, the truck is still silent. Nothing but the rumble of the engine can be heard. Janelle who now sits up in the middle of the front seat next to her daddy Tom who’s driving the rig and fanny to the right who is trying her very best to stay awake. Giving a double hand job and a glorious slut suck job to her grandson and his best friend has really tuckered her out....
This is a chapter from my books The Swinging Villagers and The Students, The Mother, The Daughter and The Villagers Were it belongs between the chapters ‘The Trial’ and ‘The Orgasmafest ‘ Warning: Extremely explicit sexual scenes and consensual sex. Published by Staubig Studio Publishing at Smashwords Copyright 2017 Johann von Staubig Author’s Notes: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously....
Als mich der Zauberer f?r eine Weile allein gelassen hatte wurde ich sofort von einem gut aussehenden Mann aufdringlich angebaggert. Seinen l?stigen Ann?herungsversuchen konnte ich mich nur durch einen Gang auf die Toilette entziehen. Auf dem Weg dorthin nahm mich der Zauberer zur Seite und sagte mir, dass er das ganze beobachtet h?tte. Ich sollte wieder zu dem Typen zur?ckgehen und mit ihm flirten. Dabei sollte ich mich so feminin wie nur irgend m?glich geben und meine Reize zur Schau...
Saturday night. “Guess my name,” she replies playfully. “Hmmmmm, let’s see, Mary?” I say. “Nope,” she smiles and kisses my chest. “Martha?” I guess again. “Nope,” she smiles and kisses my lips. “Meghan?” I try again. “Nope,” she smiles, “You’ll never guess Gil. I’m too worn out to wait for you to guess.” M exaggerates an exhausted sigh. I playfully slap her bare ass and keep my hand on her ass cheek. “OUCH!” she cries out, and giggles. Her giggle does something to me. It...
Introduction: Michael wants clarity in their relationship Dear Readers, Heres another one just on the heels of Club Cane… Enjoy and let me know what you think. ll add anyone and I post special update there now that I know how… Add me and come check me out. I also post pics of outfits the girls may were and other pics that you might enjoy… Notice to you spammers, if you add me and spam my page I will delete and block your loser asses. Join Fet.life or something if you wanna hook up, not my...
There I was a sissy bimbo dressed like a slut in a short black micro mini skirt, spike heels, lots of junk jewelry, huge platinum blonde wig, shoulder strap white fur purse and, of course, perfect make up. I had never been to this video theatre before and was nervous at first, but I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and then moved into the theatre area. Screen five was recommended to me by the door girl, who I knew from other theatres. She knew I was a cross dresser and a bimbo slut...
Today I found out that I am pregnant and not by my husband. Let met tell you the story as it happened. My name is Keri; I am 5 ft 7 in, Auburn hair, 36b-23- 37, 33 year old white female. I have been happily married to my husband for 12 years. I had never been with another man, except for him. I went back to work teaching a few years ago and most of the other male teachers are in their late 40’s or fat or both. There has been one teacher, Gil, that in the past few years had been...
I guess I’m the sensitive one of the group. We’re walking down another wide city street, and I want to abandon them. They go from bar to bar, then house party to house party, and I’m just too torn up, or maybe my body is exhausted, or I’m not eating right. I’ve drunk so much that Jake has taken it upon himself to lead me by the hand as the five or six others in the group charge ahead of us. So I can’t break away—not yet. In a moment I will. In many ways, my life is a dream right now, as I live...
College SexA couple of days later I got a chance to talk to the Civil Service concubine, Nikki Holmes. The good news: there was a lot of stuff I could do around the town. The bad news: no buses to drive here. If people didn't want to walk they used transporters for long distance or cycled. It wasn't a complete washout as there were some delivery trucks for moving stuff that was too big or inconvenient for a replicator. She put my name down for that, "With your sponsor's permission," of course. That...
Lois Lynch was sadder than she had ever been before except for that fateful day when both her parents were killed by a madman's bullets in a crazy attack on a peaceful shopping mall. She had gone with them to the mall but was far away in an electronics store with ear phones silencing all outside stimuli. Fortunately, she did not hear the barrage of bullets that descended on the shoppers in the center of the mall and her parents probably didn't even know why they were suddenly departed from...
Ella is desperate for her sons.I received this email some time ago. It speaks for itself. But the exchange ended abruptly. Read on!OMG ...Thank you!I just finished A Conversation Online with Rene and am absolutely exhausted. I've carried a passion for i****t erotica for longer than I can remember hon. I'm married, with two sons, and live in what could be best described as Mayberry West, so it's obvious a fantasy I've hidden from all. Finding Literotica was such a treat and finding so many...
They'd looked everywhere. He wasn't on the streets near the country club, or on the way home, or at the school or at The Dairy Bar. He wasn't downtown or in the park. He wasn't at McDonalds, or Burger King, or Dairy Queen... he wasn't anywhere. They'd gone home and checked twice; he wasn't there. Lori called the kids from school and asked for their help. They'd spread out and looked everywhere. He was nowhere to be found. Lori was at her wits' end. Lilly was staying controlled for...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Since this is my first story, let me tell you a little bit about myself. First of all, my name is Dave; I’m a 19 year old college student. I’m about 5’10”, with a nice, muscular build, short dark brown hair and brown eyes. During the summer, when I’m not at college, I live at home with my parents and my two sisters Nicole, who is 22 and Brianna who is 18. This story takes place just a few months ago this past summer before I went back to school. It was...
IncestI had us get off the bus, while traveling through downtown. We walked into the drugstore together and walked arm in arm, until we saw the 'Family Planning Display.' As we were looking through it, a lady employee came up to us and asked, "Can I help you find anything specific?" "Yes, what's the difference between all these, anyhow—isn't all you need is something that fits?" I asked. Both she and Chrissy giggled. "Actually, this one here is thinner, to give you more pleasure, this...
Ana sighed and stared at the clock impatiently. She twirled her glossy brown hair around a finger absentmindedly as the teacher droned at the whiteboard. Come onnnn….one more period… Ana was your typical A student. Friendly but lacking social skills, she scared most people away from conversation the second she opened her mouth. Adults were the only people she really managed to get along with, and that was because she impressed them with her matureness. Ana sighed. At least in college, she might...
Four full days had passed since my caning from Miss Bush, and four full days had passed since I had last masturbated. This was without doubt my longest period of abstinence since I had discovered the pleasures of this immensely pleasurable, yet sometimes frowned upon, pastime. Being caned naked by a beautiful woman was embarrassing enough in itself, but somehow I seemed to have the fortitude to overcome that. My dear old grandmother often used the expression 'What goes around comes around,' and...
Nick woke up late that night. The women were still asleep. Nick picked them up and carried them to the bedroom. He laid them on the bed. He dressed in the darkest clothes he brought with him. He picked up the bag from the hardware store. He went to his brother's gun cabinet and took out a newer model Ruger .45 caliber army navy pistol. He sneaked out the back door and ran down the beach a ways. He crossed the road and sneaked down the road to the green sedan. He peeked in the car. The two...
I flipped over onto my stomach and got up on all fours to shimmy off of the bed. Or so I thought. No sooner had I got on all fours that I felt a stinging slap on my wet ass cheeks. "Fucking OW!" I almost yelled. I wasn't prepared for it and it smarted!"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" I heard L say. "You haven't been properly indoctrinated yet."I turned to face her and she was standing at the side of the bed with a large bottle of lube in her hand a large lube syringe and that strapon...
I got home and both of my kids were home. I told my kids that I had caught their mother cheating on me and would be moving out and getting a divorce. I didn't tell them any of the particulars. Becky cried and said she hated her Mother. "Don't say that Becky. Love your mother but hate what she has done. She has always loved you kids. I don't know why she did what she did but I can no longer stay married to her. I could never trust her again." "Where are you going, Dad?" asked Bryan....
Brad slowly opened the door and Abby hesitantly peered through the opening. “Finally, it took you long enough!” Britney remarked. Ben and the others looked on for any hint of expression from Abby. “Well, so how did you do honey? Don’t keep us in suspense,” Vicky added. Abby couldn’t hide her excitement any longer. As she brought her hands from behind her back, she broke with the biggest smile and shrieked, “I’m going to Toronto!” Amber and Britney jumped up and down for joy, their breasts...
Hi everybody. My name is Osama (changed).studying at an Engg. College in Bangalore and i am very fond of reading and writing. I am about to share true life incidences of my life, whether you believe it or not. Well i am 5-6’.athletic build, not very handsome but girls call me cute. I have a normal 15 cm penis just a bit more than average size(not the 8 inches ones that i commonly read in other stories) My gf is really sexy, if not very beautiful, she is wheatish 5-5’, 32-26-34.she has brown...
Warning: this story is not fiction and any character in this story does not resemble to any real character. Thank you Indian sex stories readers, for reading & commenting on my previous story. It’s been long time since the first story now let’s move on to the next part. I and my chachi were happy about our relationship and most important thing is satisfying our sexual thirsts. As we had just completed only one session now let me tell you what happened next morning. As I woke up I saw my janu...
IncestIn The Kinky Couple, Abella Danger is laying out by the pool, thinking about how she has finally found the right guy for her. Her oily body glistens in the sun as she thinks back on how she ruined her time with all of those dead-end relationships. She finally found a man who understands her and who loves to pamper her every day. As amazing as that sounds, there was still one problem…their sex life was getting a bit repetitive. Abella was looking to spice things up, so when her boyfriend, Manuel...
xmoviesforyouAmanda looked at the clock by the bed and it read 5am. She decided to get up, there was no use trying to sleep when she was this troubled. No matter what she said or did lately, things between her and Douglas, just did not turn out the way she had dreamed they would. She was way past the point of being upset, she was now angry. She was mad, for letting herself fall in love again. When she knew she had not even given her heart time to heal. God, she was doing the same damn thing she did, when...
Love Stories“Fucking son of a bitch!” I yelled as I clicked off my cell phone. Sometimes having an old fashioned phone would be worth it, just for the satisfaction of slamming it down in someone’s ear. Jason stood me up again to go hang with his “bros.” Well, it’s likely he wasn’t going to be getting a blowjob or laid by those bros. Hope he has fun with them. I called up some friends and we arranged to go clubbing together. Several of them had just broken up with their respective partners, so we were ready...
Group SexThese are compliments of J & B Two Rednecks, Larry and Doug, are sitting at their favorite bar, drinking beer. Larry turns to Doug and says, “You know, I’m tired of going through life without an education. Tomorrow I think I’ll go to the Community College and sign up for some classes.” Doug thinks it’s a good idea and the two leave. The next day, Larry goes down to the college and meets Dean of Admissions, who signs him up for the four basic classes: Math, English, history, and...
It was the first cock other than mine that you’ve had in your hand since we’d met 8 years ago and from the look on your face you aren’t disappointed. I was worried that you’d be to shy to carry this through when it finally happened but you appear to be taking it in your stride. The confidence that you’re oozing is mind-blowingly sexy and it’s all I can do to stop myself from erupting deep inside you just from the sexy scene you’re playing so perfectly. Although not porn star huge, the cock...
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