Misha Grace
- 3 years ago
- 20
- 0
I was contacted by Roy to write a story based on his (supposedly) real life experience so am obliging. This is not my story so please forgive me if I get carried away a bit. Roy’s sister Misha (23) is married to Sri, an engineer in PWD, Sri happens to be one unscrupulous fellow, he has the appetite for taking bribes and using his power to get to the people. He had been exploiting the machinery for over 2 years and was in no ones good books. But that didn’t deter him from asking for bribes from...
Id had the most amazing night so far with my little sister and her hot friend. I had never imagined my visit would have resulted in a sexual revolution. As I sat in the hot tub with these two nubile young girls I had just plowed, there was some noise coming from the driveway. It was the hunting dogs at the lower house, something had set them off and they were barking up a storm. Misha and Grace looked at each other with a surprised look on their faces and before I could ask them what was...
There was nothing as sexy as seeing his elder sister. Her bedroom seemed dreamlike as he pulled himself back whenever he was free. Her new outlook and teasing game set her face aglow. Without speaking, just with charm and naughtiness, Misha urged him closer. She was also desperate to see his young face all the time. She couldn’t really believe it; she was doing this to her younger brother. After dinner that night, he went into the kitchen to help with the dishes. Her elder sister...
Misha had always admired Hethans heavily sported bulge. Despite being small, he loved the way it almost looked inverted. She always looked so hot walking down the hallways with a tootsie roll in her pants. Misha had almost forgotten how small it was, when Hethan walked by and winked at him. He came in an instant, almost as if Hethan had imprinted him the last time they slept together. Misha would never forget that day with their daughter meth, may she rest in peace. They hadn't spoken in almost...
The same routine went on for the rest of the week, once her hubby was on his night duty; she called her young brother to her bedroom for their task. Lost in the quietness of her cozy chamber, the young brother was feeling like the prince to witness how her elder sister’s beauty brightens his boring night. Misha opened her blouse slowly, twisting each button with her thumb and third finger, then running her finger along her breastbone, her shirt finally fell open, he studied her. Then, he...
Holding his result in his hand, he rushed home impatiently. Rahul was desperate to share the good news with her sister. Without her constant support, he would never have attained it. Rahul hadn’t tried his best for the exams because of the unknown surprise gift that Misha did promise him but rather to reduce her sister’s stress and burden. It was well-known that Misha loved her younger brother more than herself and was always anxious about his future. Taking birth...
Once in the middle of June last 2013, I first give the man a half months have passed. Transgressing the line because of which there is no return, I learned to live with this new idea, the thought that I was fucked. Experienced by me that night forever changed me. Conflicting feelings overwhelmed me: on the one hand - I could not believe that I still decided on this, on the other - somewhere in my town lived a man who ****d me, and I liked it, despite all the confusion of the meeting and small...
Finally, college was virtually over with only finals and graduation remaining. My parents had visited and loaded most of my things in their truck. I had my bike and they would return for graduation and collect the last of my bits and pieces.I stood looking at the near empty room. Everything that had made this a personal dorm, including posters on the walls, had gone. But I had memories. The memories of where I’d met the love of my life, where I grew into who I am now. The room was where it all...
College SexIt was more of a small gathering than a party. Eight friends hanging out in one house for the night, to enjoy a a late night hockey game. In the mean time, the living room stereo system played the local electronica radio station, while the small group enjoyed various activities. One, however, was not having a good time at all. Skye sat in the upstairs bedroom, her back to the door, her face buried in her hands, getting soaked by the tears that feel from her cheeks. She could hear the argument...
CrossdressingSkye The Vampire Huntress By Girly Boy Part One Skye stood in front of the mirror completely nude. His naked body was thin, petite and shaven (except for a tiny patch of hair above her six inch cock). Everything about him was extremely feminine, from his soft pouty lips to his long, shapely legs. He stood at about 5"9, fairly short for a boy but fairly tall for a girl. He put on his favorite wig (platinum blonde and chin length) and slipped on a pair of white, bikini-cut silk...
Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 4: "Submission with Skye and Summer" By humbleslave I am attempting to make these stories stand-alone as well as make sense in a series. If you like this, make sure to read my other stories. Think of your votes and comments as your contribution to my stories! Thanks! After the week I'd had so far, including my most recent ordeal at the softball fields, I didn't figure it could get much worse. Today I had been promised to Mistresses Skye Blue and Summer...
Kurz Vorweg: Bitte an die Chyoa Hausregeln halten. Mitschreiben ist erwünscht. Aria sollte die Hauptperson bleiben, es steht aber jedem frei frische Szenarien und neue Chars anzulegen. Die Geschichte startet in Erzählersicht und dies sollte ( wenn möglich) beibehalten werden. Alles andere sehen wir dann... Lieben Gruss, Lisa aka Steffi Aria ( Vampire Art) Spitze Zähne, tropfende Lust Wir schrieben das Jahr 1736 Die Nacht war am entschwinden. Nebel der in den engen Gassen lag, hüllte zwei...
FantasyBryce obviously knew it was inevitable that every man around her neighborhood wanted to be with Aria ... not just be with her but be naked with her. On many occasions he had noticed horny young men and boys as well as much older hard well hung men and even a few horny women such as her family, neighbors and friends staring at her gorgeous and naturally sexy long legged body and perfect ass and tits as if they wanted to undress her (or maybe already had) or go down on her delicious pussy or get...
Her eyes. That’s the first thing that caught my attention. Aside from the earth-shattering smile, they were the thing that made me approach. They were literally teal. Her eyelashes were long and black, her eyebrows thick. She had lips that curled around her teeth when she smiled in a way that said, you don’t know me, and you never will. She was enticing. I wanted to get to know her more. Her hair was a dark blonde, but her eyebrows were darker. I always wondered if she had dyed her hair, but...
Hearing Samantha’s somewhat plaintive complaint, Jax had smirked. He stopped fucking Meghann for a moment, wanting to exert more control over the whole scene, and walked over to the patio door. “Get over here cunt, you want my cock, lets continue while I call my lazy sister” Waiting as Meghann stood up, wobbly and moved over to where he stood, her body a bit of a mess, her hair in disarray. Pointing to where she should stand, he opened the patio door, and hollered into the house, “Robin!!”....
It was a typical fall November day at Fort Riley, Kansas with the temperatures dropping and the winds blowing. The dust was really kicking up in the motor pool area. 2nd Lt. Bob Lacey was in the motor pool doing an inspection of some tank maintenance logs and dreading how the dust was going to play havoc with his newly acquired contact lenses. The Motor Sergeant came up to Bob and told him that the Battalion Adjutant wanted to speak to him. Bob was told to report to Battalion Headquarters...
It was just past 9 o'clock when I heard the faint "tap tapping" at my window. I recognized the secret code which was now pushing against my window. A rock landed just outside my balcony door and I smiled a little. How could I not know who it was? It was Andy, my best friend.I walked over to the door and opened it. "What are you doing here Andy? Won't your parents notice?"He gave me a simple snicker "They're properly already asleep Skye, and I was bored. Can't blame me for that." Andy was the...
ReluctanceIf you have seen Skye Blue showing off her bodacious bod, you’ll wish you had her. She’s ready to tempt you over on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu, and even her name invites you to see what’s inside. I don’t know if she wants you personally, though. That sounds kind of like a fucking tease to me!But you won’t care when you see all of the amazing fucking content that is posted on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu every single day. It will keep you coming back for more if you’re a fan of this porn star...
Twitter Porn AccountsSylvia wound down the window on the Mercedes station wagon. “Bye Harry, goodbye Tom, bye Bub.” Cliff said. “What’s for dinner?” He asked Sylvia. “Moroccan chicken,” his wife replied. “I won’t be late,” he said, before watching as the Mercedes commenced the journey back to town. “Well played Cliff,” the club secretary noted, as he passed by Cliff’s truck to head for the Pavilion. 'Old Errol loves his beer,' Cliff thought to himself, as he walked around the back of his polo truck....
Taboo“Excuse me, my name is…” My words die in my throat as the first man turns around. “Aria? Hey, it's good to see you. I didn't know you worked here.” It’s Dean! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I bite my lower lip in a nervous habit. Calm down, Aria, keep cool. He’s just your neighbor… your smoking hot neighbor. Damn it, he looks so sexy in a suit.With it being a casual business affair, Dean is wearing a black two piece suit that has a light gray pin striping and both jacket buttons were undone. The shirt...
Love StoriesAs usual, the small coffee shop down the street from my apartment is packed and buzzing with the morning’s rush. Let’s Grind has always been my home away from home with its dark red walls, over stuffed couches, worn coffee tables, and the seemingly ingrained smell of freshly ground coffee beans. A sigh of contentment escapes from me as I lean back into the soft love seat. I can feel the morning rays of sunlight pouring in from the store front window bathing my skin in the most amazing warmth. I...
Love StoriesMila Mynx - her pet’s night out - cuckold Her Pet, also known as Jake, was a successful businessman and dominant in his field. Like many other men, he had fallen for Mila and they had been in an open relationship for a about a year, at least open for Mila. They had met in a bar, he had offered her a drink, a technique he had used often, which she had accepted. What struck Jake from the outset was Mila’s sexual confidence and aggressiveness, something he had not experienced from his other...
Mila Mynx - cum bucket Mila was a libertine and an insatiable one who could not exist without the constant craving of men. She wanted all men and all cocks to worship her, not just as a result of her natural beauty, and she was beautiful, but through the careful calibration of her relationships and communication, so she would always achieve a balance of power that led to her domination over all men. However, there was one true love in Mila’s life and he was her Master. Her true love was a...
This story is written by me, but is based upon a conversation with Mila. She asked me so write it for her and how can you refuse......So, this is a story of how Mila discovered her power over men, something she now uses as a goddess today. Mila enjoyed literature, studied hard and was an excellent student. She could have excelled in anything she put her mind too. But what excited her in those college years was the growing interest men had in her. She knew she was pretty, intelligent, slim and...
“I’m sending Megan across to your hotel. She will hand you the property deeds once confirmation of funds transfer has been obtained” explained my lawyer. I was purchasing a new condo, and looking forward to moving out of this hotel room. About 10 minutes later there was a knock on the door. Opening the door I was very surprised. Standing there was Aria, or at least the young lady that I knew by that name - the young lady that I had encountered at the Red Door massage parlor about two years...
She wasn’t our real mother, or stepmother, but as a foster mother, she made us call her that. Any deviation, for example calling her mom, mommy, miss, or ma’am, was met with a swift reprisal. She was a strict disciplinarian, but never crossed the line and for a majority of the time, she treated us with love and respect. We were clothed, fed, taken to school, and enjoyed occasional vacations.I never could recall what happened to my parents or how I became a foster daughter to Mother. While I...
Spanking“Excuse me, my name is…” My words die in my throat as the first man turns around. “Aria? Hey, it’s good to see you. I didn’t know you worked here.” It’s Dean! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I bite my lower lip in a nervous habit. Calm down, Aria, keep cool. He’s just your neighbor… your smoking hot neighbor. Damn it, he looks so sexy in a suit. With it being a casual business affair, Dean is wearing a black two piece suit that has a light gray pin striping and both jacket buttons were undone. The shirt...
Sandra took another drink of water as Mr. Menlos reprimanded another hapless student for not cueing her in during the aria. After forgetting Mr. Menlos's instructions about being strict to the conductor's indications, Sandra had finally started being particular about following all cues. She would enter incorrectly when given the wrong beat, and not enter at all when the cue was missed. Between that, and the thrill of singing with an orchestra for the first time, she was enjoying herself...
Introduction: The following is my first submission here so please be nice. To begin to understand what you would allow yourself to do, you have to understand what most foster homes are like. People often think its a good thing to be taken from a bad parent, whether there is abuse or neglect but what they dont think too much about is the people who take in foster kids. Now thats not to say that there are not good homes out there because I guess there has to be, but the majority of the homes I...
I guess what I want you to understand is that at a minimum most foster homes are there simply to collect a check. Typically they pay little attention to you and look to spend as little money on you as is possible. You’re A#1 store for shopping is the Goodwill store or Salvation Army store. You are fed the least expensive food money can buy and of course are signed up for every government food plan in existence. Typically you spend most of your time in your room, with another foster kid...
The memories that I block the most have to do with anything that they did with me. Even worse about those memories was the fact that I remember her being in the room with them and me and telling me to be quiet and behave. All while her “friends” would do things to me that should not be done to a little girl. While most of it is blocked out I remember being touched, tickled, and pinched anywhere on my body. Its odd cause when I think about those times I start hearing kids songs in my mind....
Introduction: This is the forth chapter in my Foster Care series as our heroin continues to struggle to believe if this is a good home for her or not. Judge for yourself. Besides the homes with the neglectful foster parents that exist there is an even worse alternative, at least in my eyes, that thank God I only had to experience it once. That home is called a group home. A group home is run like a business with the adults coming on and off duty like in any job. A group home is where they can...
The Foster Mom's New Daughter - Part Six By Katherine Day (Copyright 2007 by Katherine Anne Day) (Dedicated to and inspired by Angelo, of Rome, Italy) Synopsis: Orphaned at age 14, Angelo is a delicate boy, and after a miserable year living with his aunt and her family, he is placed in foster care with a woman who has always wanted a daughter. Angelo finds comfort in often living and dressing as Angela, a lovely 15 year old girl;...
The girl that seemed in charge in my group was a girl named Erika. Erika had beautiful black long hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin was a natural beautiful olive color. It didn’t take me long to realize she was in charge because she told other girls what to do. Within moments of me being there she met me at my bed and gave me my new name. “So Blondie, what do you have there in your bag that belongs to me,” she asked. Now I was stunned by this question as I had just arrived so I...
The Foster Mom's New Daughter - Part Five By Katherine Day (Copyright 2007 by Katherine Anne Day) (Dedicated to and inspired by Angelo, of Rome, Italy) Synopsis: Orphaned at age 14, Angelo is a delicate boy, and after a miserable year living with his aunt and her family, he is placed in foster care with a woman who has always wanted a daughter. Angelo finds comfort in often living and dressing as Angela, a lovely 15 year old...
Introduction: Chapter 2 in this saga. I can not remember a time where my biological mother was not using one drug or another. I remember being hungry a lot and learning how to get food from school and other kids and neighbors and even the trash sometimes. Sometimes I think I was more the adult then she was because not only did I manage food for myself but I usually managed to make sure she ate something too. I think part of this is why I was always very small for my age compared to other girls...
The Foster Mom's New Daughter - Part Three By Katherine Day (Copyright 2007 by Katherine Anne Day) (Dedicated to and inspired by Angelo, of Rome, Italy) Summary of Parts I and II: Angelo was 14 when his mother died, leaving him with an aunt whose family taunted him mercilessly for his delicate, tender body and gentle nature. A year later, Child Protective Services rescued him, placing him in a foster home with a woman who...
But it doesn’t take a kid long to figure out that the grass is certainly not greener. I think most people would think that being in a home with other children is a good thing. But let me tell you, especially if the kids are their own birth children it can be a nightmare. You as the foster kid are always the one who gets the blame and the punishment. Now foster parents do know that they can not leave a mark on you, but it doesn’t take them long to find punishment that hurts but doesn’t...
The Foster Mom's New Daughter - Part One By Katherine Day (Copyright 2007 by Katherine Anne Day) (Dedicated to and inspired by Angelo, of Rome, Italy) Chapter One: A New Home Mary Elizabeth Dayton was surprised to see her foster home placement worker on Monday afternoon. "You weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow, Anna. What's up?" "Oh, Mrs. Dayton, this isn't a home inspection visit. We've completed that and...
The Foster Mom's New Daughter - Part Four By Katherine Day (Copyright 2007 by Katherine Anne Day) (Dedicated to and inspired by Angelo, of Rome, Italy) Synopsis: Orphaned at age 14, Angelo is a delicate boy, and after a miserable year living with his aunt and her family, he is placed in foster care with a woman who has always wanted a daughter. Angelo finds comfort in often living and dressing as Angela, a lovely 15 year old girl...
Miss Foster was my home room teacher in the seventh grade, and she also taught English. She was twenty seven years old and was unmarried, although I'm sure that she had received many proposals, because she was slender and beautiful. She had dark hair, and at school she always dressed conservatively. Still, one could see her bare calves and lower arms, which were so perfectly shaped that one could imagine, as I did, that she was perfect all over. She had modest breasts, and when she wore a...
Mila was fit and worked out regularly. You could tell, just by looking at her. Her skin, always so fresh, lightly tanned and smooth, so smooth... It was a Saturday, she enjoyed going for a run followed by yoga session as always to cool down and stretch. The groups were mixed, the way she liked it. Mila is an exhibitionist and craves male attention. She wouldn’t have to look, but she knew that the guys in the class were partly there for her. To watch her move and stretch. Whilst she always had a...
Mila knocked on the door. Inside the businessman was pacing up and down, unable to relax, nervous. He had just poured himself a glass of wine to sooth his nerves, but she was now already at the door. He checked in the mirror that his hair and tie was straight, a method he used daily to prepare for meetings, to give him that extra confidence. A successful businessman by day, but today was not business, he was meeting a Mila, someone he had only known for seven days, online. The business man...
But she was beginning to have her doubts about Jason Bennett. She had been doing everything she could to tempt him, but he never showed even the slightest interest. She never gave him a direct invitation of course; instead she did small things that could easily be explained as accidents, always mindful of the time, not wanting Margi to be around. She had found that the women of the house were always very quick to catch on to her if she risked her stunts in their presence. Margi ran her own...
It was just past 9 o’clock when I heard the faint ‘tap tapping’ at my window. I recognized the secret code which was now pushing against my window. A rock landed just outside my balcony door and I smiled a little. How could I not know who it was? It was Andy, my best friend. I walked over to the door and opened it. ‘What are you doing here Andy? Won’t your parents notice?’ He gave me a simple snicker ‘They’re properly already asleep Skye, and I was bored. Can’t blame me for that.’ Andy was...
A couple of cycles ago, Subrina Skye lived a simple life on her peaceful homeworld of Freeboria on the edge of the Sapphic Sector. That was, until the Galactic Empress discovered her planet and swiftly conquered it with her legions. Since then, Freeboria has been subject to the Empress' cruel subjugation. Many of its citizens were displaced, and those that weren't live under a draconic, outright sadistic empire. One after another, Skye's friends found themselves whisked away to remote prisons,...
BDSMThe Foster Mom's New Daughter - Part Two By Katherine Day (Copyright 2007 by Katherine Anne Day) (Dedicated to and inspired by Angelo, of Rome, Italy) Synopsis: Orphaned at 14, Angelo is a sensitive, shy boy, and is placed with a foster mother who had wanted a girl. She accepts the boy into her household, quickly finding out that he feels comfortable sleeping in a girl's bedroom and wearing lovely, frilly outfits. Before...
Ms. Troy sighed heavily. Sarah had been brought to her four years ago. Her mother had died of a d**g overdose and her father was nowhere to be found. Even at that young age, Sarah had seemed very mature, making her seem older than her thirteen years. Ms. Troy had thought it would be very easy to place such a well-mannered girl, but Sarah had proved to be more of a problem than she had first expected. Every family she was placed with eventually called, asking that Sarah be taken away, with no...
Carl was not a bad guy and Maggie was also a good wife to Carl. They had just drifted apart. Maggie was a very busy CPA and Carl was a civil engineer. They were both very conservative and somewhat boring people and they both needed a change, as they had gone through the normal process of dating and marriage and raising a child, but there was never a spark in the romance department. There was not any cheating with other people involved with their breakup. They were going to sell the house,...
The British continued to harass us, pressing us back in our retreat. My company was usually doing rear-guard duty. One day, a week or so after my enjoyment of the girl in the barn, a pleasure my aching cock still recalled early in the morning, we swooped down on the supply train of a Redcoat regiment and were deep into pillage and plunder when a bunch of dragoons appeared out of nowhere, and we had to fight for our lives and then flee, every man for himself. They ran off our horses, and I...
“I hate you and you’re the worst person I know,” I cried out in fury at my foster sister, Samantha.She was my closest sibling and we were practically best friends. When we were both seventeen, I spent far more time with her or around her than anyone else. We were not blood, but we sure acted like it at times. With her being merely weeks older than I am, it tended to lead to disagreements between us. This anger and contempt I harbored against her wasn’t out of hate or rage but stemmed from...
SpankingCopyright Oggbashan May 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ********* At dawn, in a couple of hours from now, I have to fight a duel. Major Simon has chosen pistols and he’s a deadly shot. I will die. He insulted my wife by calling her a whore. I challenged him to a...
Note from the author: The story is in Italian as I realized it is too hard for me to keep writing in English, but I will probably translate it later on. ---------------------------- Capitolo 3: Rachel Matt sedeva al tavolo della cucina di Steve. Una massa indistinta di capelli viola le ondeggiava davanti al viso ogni volta che si muoveva. Indossava ancora il pigiama prestatole da Chelsea. "Non riesco proprio a credere di aver avuto bisogno di un...
The Seventh AriaBy Brewt.BlacklistSeptember-October 2011The ObservatoryIT WAS as busy a day as usual, but that didn't stop me from stopping to gape. I couldn't believe what, er, whom I was seeing. It was The Trips. Right here. I didn't think they could even be alive by now, but large as life itself, here they were here in the diner. At my table. Together. I thought at the very least that by now, they would completely hate each other."Good morning, ladies. What can I start you out with?""Coffee,...
To that small group of Disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you. I’m sitting sullenly in the back seat of the car, trying to act like I don’t care. That’s my way of coping I guess. I let the world know I don’t care. Nothing they do to me has any effect on me. I’m worried, though. I’m being driven to my third foster home in less than three months and each one seems to be worse than the one before. My parents were arrested three months ago for a long...
Jason was sitting behind his desk in his large, corner window office. His construction company owned a large building in the middle of the city; his office was on the top floor, facing southwest. The rest of the top floor held a large drafting room for when he personally worked on the plans for a building, a conference room for dealing with clients, and a simple bedroom that held a small bed and a single bathroom, for times when he had to work overnight.He sat behind his mahogany desk,...
Tran looked adorable, kneeling in the middle of the rest stop bathroom. I had placed a pad on the hard tile floor for her knees; it was going to be a busy night, from the looks of things. I leaned against the wall, nonchalantly off to the side between the sinks and the urinals, watching the action in profile. I may have appeared disinterested, but I stayed alert, ready to protect my baby at a moment's notice. I was also collecting the money, of course: one hundred dollars a go. The first in...
A jack-o-lantern glowed on the corner of the desk next to a basket of ripe red apples. A vase of mums completed the autumn vignette. Marian’s head was bent over a pile of books she was sorting, hoping to have them back in place on the shelves before it was time for her to leave. Every October it was the same thing. Just about every book of “true” ghost stories was taken out of the library, and returned by Halloween night. Her thoughts were interrupted by “Trick or treat!” Marian looked up and...