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"Aunt Madge's Fetish Persuasion" Tommy and three of his friends stood on the front steps at Madge's front door, Tommy scuffing the concrete step with his tennis shoes. "Can Timmy come out to play? We need another guy for a game," he said while another young man tossed a football up and down while he waited. "I'm sorry boys. Timmy can't come out and play today. He's been misbehaving and has been grounded and sent to his room for a few days," Madge said sternly as Timmy's friends...
PROLOGUE: Abilene, Kansas - 9:18 p.m. Shelley Hanel had just gotten into her car, which was sitting idle in the Parking Lot of the theatre as she watched the stage play, and she had only begun to fish around in her pocket for her car keys when she suddenly remembered the time. She was eighteen minutes past the time when she usually called her husband. She kept in touch with him at least once, if not more than once, a week. Lawrence Hanel had made a surprise visit a couple of...
Corky dreamed he was flying. Green, hilly countryside slipped away beneath him, heady excitement filled him. His mind reached upward and his frame followed without effort, proceeding with the effortless grace of a great fish of the open ocean. Gaining in confidence, he slid downward until he was brushing the treetops, banking from side to side for the sheer joy of his motion, reveling in the wind on his face, the gentle heat of the sun on his back. Then, with a jolt, he was brought up short....
I make it look easier than it really is. Shaping the world around me didn't come naturally. I was in college when I learned about quantum mechanics and the importance of observation. It was completely counterintuitive - on a quantum level things exist in probability flux until they're observed, at which point they collapse into a solid answer, then flip back into a big fuzzy blob when you look away. The simple fact of looking at something could change it from one state to another (admittedly on...
Mind ControlI was driving us home from the party. Barbara was unusually quiet and pensive. She looked out the window at the streetlights, arms crossed over her chest, not talking at all. I left her alone, knowing that she would eventually say what was on her mind. As we crossed over the river, she turned toward me and said, ‘Are you attracted to younger women?’ I glanced at her lovely, intense face and said, ‘Yes, of course. Sometimes.’ She looked back out the window. ‘Why?’ she asked, simply. ‘Well,’...
The first time I went to the little church in Georgetown, Guyana, I felt more than a little out of place. There were only about twenty people there and they all clearly knew one another. All but two of them were women.And all were black, because Guyana is one of those countries where slavery was everywhere and when it was abolished in the late 19th century, many of the plantation owners eventually left, but the workers stayed.They had been brought in chains from Africa, and Guyana was where...
InterracialThis happened in December, 2002. My first semester at Clinton State University was nearly over. Most of the kids had already gone home for the winter break, but I was stuck with a final exam scheduled on the absolute last day of the term. I guess I didn’t really mind the peace and quiet which was a nice alternative to the 24/7 party atmosphere that had permeated the dorm hallways from pretty much the time I’d moved in.I was never really great at parties. I didn’t really like to drink or do a...
Mind ControlI’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weekends so it didn’t bother me. And who says we didn’t drink? Security was notorious for having a scotch or two while on the job. And staffies...
InterracialSaying I was pissed was an understatement. Being in the presence of such ignorance and stupidity made me literally boil with rage. I kept telling them that the sedative was going to hinder my data and corrupt any theories that I could draw from this little experiment . But no they just ignored me and finished placed all the sensors and monitors on the male wolf test subject. His fur was black where he wasn't shaved to make room for the pads that needed a flat and smooth surface to stick...
Mind ControlI find us a place for you to sit/lay down, and after locating some lotion, I'd start rubbing your feet for a while, working my way up to your ankles, onto your calves, the lotion making sure I don't give you an Indian burn. Gently and slowly working my way up till I can feel your thighs in my palms, tracing circles at this point, making my way to the insides of your thighs, I stop just shy of your sweet spot as I motion for you to turn over onto your stomach... You oblige, and my hands go back...
Cindy fresh out of the shower stood glazing at herself in the full length mirror admiring her gorgeous married figure like she has done so many days before. A natural blonde gifted with large natural full breasts. A thin waist most women would die to have and full round hips with an adorable round ass. She loved to flaunt her petite body and enjoyed the attention she received from other men. Married for nine years to a wonderful man that adored her, provided for her and gave her anything her...
Warren knew his marriage was in a mess, now more than it had been, it was now so toxic that mere words could develop into a major row. He put a lot of blame on the latest downturn on the 'religious' that his wife was becoming more involved with and although sexual relations had been going downhill for many years, the recent months it had become so bad that a mere touch could result in an almost mini war; not that it would have mattered much for the constant refusals of his wife in that area...
Copyright© 2002-2003 I dined with Lord Hughing Fitz-Bluing Who said, "Do you squirm when you're screwing?" I replied, "Simple shagging Without any wagging Is only for screwing canoeing." Mom turned into a ball away from me and sobbed loudly, "What have I done", she repeated over and over. She was hiding her face in her hands, as if hiding from the reality of my bed. Me, I was breathing deeply, trying to relax my sweaty quivering body after such a surprising and enjoyable fuck. I...
I think that this story is borderline to the kind I ought to be writing, but I am going to do it anyway. The background for writing this tale is that last weekend in Copenhagen, a 30-year-old girl was raped by a group of teenagers (two of them under 15). Indeed I should point out that I feel a lot of sympathy with the poor girl, and that this story in no way suggests that she provoked the situation. The reason for writing this is that I have been intrigued by what might cause a group of young...
"You do realise that I'm putting a deal of trust in you Mr. Hacker?" The change in tone from the friendly banter and the using of his Christian name to the more serious tone and the use of his surname said as much. "Absolutely Estelle and I promise not to abuse it. After all I, we--" he turned to Carol and smiled "--count Justin, and his girlfriend Vikki, as very good friends. And," he smiled again, "it's not just for the sex." "No, indeed it isn't just for the sex," said Carol...
The one sided exchange was two days long. When it ended, Yurnal left got up, briefly look at his son and Mernug before concentrating his gaze at Supreme Ruler Ar Yen and then leaving. Another two days later, Elijah got up from his crossed legged sitting position and met with Supreme Ruler Ar Yen. Yimin and Mernug were in an unconscious state, compelled by Supreme Ruler Ar Yen’s soul technique, which only affected the latter because it was enforced on him by direct contact. “Well, was it...
Austin, Texas June 7, 1984 They moved about the stage, their motions pulsing, frantic, as they closed out Almost Too Easy. As the last beats were hit in a carefully timed crescendo, Jake, Matt, and Darren moved backwards, entering the safety perimeter that would keep them untouched by the coming explosion. By now they were well practiced in this maneuver and there had been no mishaps. The last beat was hit, the last strings strummed, and the two canisters detonated, sending a boom and a...
That night, after eating the dinner Manny had prepared for him — something with an unpronounceable French name that was made out of chicken breast and rich white wine gravy — Jake walked into the office of his new place. There, beside the computer desk and the filing cabinet was a black case that had been moved from his apartment in Heritage to his apartment in Hollywood to a storage house during his first tour to his first condo after it to another storage house during the second tour and...
"I'll tell you what it is with me," said Sharon Pettibone. "O.k., Sharon," said Angela, "you tell me all about it." "Don't be so sarcastic," said Sharon. "It's not nice. I have something sexy to tell you. You listen and you just might learn something." "That ought to be good," said Angela. "Me, a black girl, learning something from you, a white bitch. I mean really. And about sex, to boot. Really, Sharon. You Pettibones are just too fucking much." The black girl rolled up...
Chelsea By Sissie Maid Cuckold "Chelsea! Come here this instance!" Chelsea knew that mother was mad. She did not raise her voice unless she was. She was, after all a lady and proper lady at that! "Yes Mother?" Carrie Williams was out of patience. "I did not see a curtsey young lady!" "Yes Mother." Chelsea hated to have to curtsy. It was so, so childish and girlish. Oh, why must it be done? But Chelsea knew better than to challenge mother. Soon the hem of the pretty yellow...
Chelsea Starts School By Sissie Maid Cuckold A moment of reflection - before I begin this next story I want to share with you, my dear readers, about my writing. Those of you who know me know I type with two fingers, can't spell and do not know sentence structure. But for whatever reason I love to express my experiences, knowledge and thoughts on paper...go figure??. Most of you tolerate my many shortcomings which I appreciate very much. I dearly love to read your comments and take...
Chelsea and Jessica go Uniform Shopping By Sissie Maid Cuckold Knock, Knock, Knock... "Oh hi Jessica, won't you come in," said Carrie Williams, "what do we owe this pleasure to?" "Oh, I'm here to take Chelsea shopping...shopping for some maid's uniforms, is she here?" "Oh, yes, I see, well yes she is down the hall in the laundry room ironing her new maid's uniform, she is obsessed with that thing if you ask me. Go ahead down and see her." Jessica smiled and proceeded down the...
Chelsea Starts to Work for Ms. Jessica By Sissie Maid Cuckold "No, you may not wear your formal Uniform Chelsea. You know it is only for serving at formal get-togethers. Now get changed into one of your morning uniforms and report to me immediately!" "Yes Ma'am, right away Ma'am." Chelsea curtsied and hurried to her room to change. A room that she had just been assigned by Jessica and had only finished putting away her uniforms minutes ago. Chelsea loved wearing the Formal Maids...
Chelsea Gets CuntrolledChelsea Gets a New Room?Chelsea, we need to talk.? The eighteen-year-old pretended not to hear him, her head still down, her ear buds blaring Scrillex into her ears. God! Fucking nerd! The all-wise ?Engisneer of the Year? wants to fucking talk.Straight raven-black hair streaked blue shielded her face as she rolled her eyes and sneered. Her father held out the brochure for her and tugged an ear bud free, ?Chelsea, we need to talk.? She glanced at the brochure petulantly...
Chelsea begins training for marriage By Sissie Maid cuckold "Sylvia...this is Jessica..." "Yes dear, how are things going?" "Well...that's what I am calling you about. Some things have happened and I am not really sure how to handle them and I need your advice." "Oh...tell me about what's going on, nothing bad I hope?" "No nothing bad...well at least I don't think so. Well anyway Chelsea has told me he loves me and I can tell he is truly in love with me." "Does that scare...
Chelsea is Enrolled in Sissy School By Sissie Maid Cuckold "I think you should send Chelsea to Ms. Stern's Sissy Maid school," said Sylvia. "What is a sissy maid school?" asked Jessica. "It's a school for pansies like Chelsea that teaches them proper maid, sissy and cuckold things." "Are you serious? They really have such things?" "Yes, they most certainly do. There are a lot more women than you might think that have a sissy husband, boyfriend or son and many of them...
“Oh Damn” said a female voice, “Not again!” “Is it snowing again, Crystal?” said another girls’ voice. “Yea” Crystal said. “Another fine day created by mother nature!!! Now I’m stuck here! I’m gonna be late getting home, again! It’s all your fault, Chelsea!!” “ I know, I know. Another day, more snow.” “I’m gonna go upstairs and try to call my parents” Crystal and Chelsea had been best friends ever since their parents had divorced and their mothers had become friends, some 18 years ago. Crystal,...
MasturbationIt was a Thursday morning and John had another day of work from home planned. There had been a problem with a couple of shipments arriving from out of state, and he was going to have to make a few phone calls to his clients to sort things out. He really wasn’t looking forward to it! Chelsea, his 18 year old cleaner, came by on a Thursday. Since taking her virginity a couple of months ago, they fucked nearly every time she came over. They both really enjoyed it- she made him feel younger and...
Bob reflected that the message in the ad said little about Chelsea. Bob called her, left his phone number, and said, “Call anytime.” It was two days later that she called him. “Hello, this is Chelsea,” “Hello, how are you?” Bob responded, thinking her voice sounded nice. She said, “I am fine, how are you?” “Fine. Can you tell me a little something about yourself?” Bob asked. “I am single, and I work as a veterinary assistant,” she sounded proud of the job. Bob suggested, “That must be...
CHELSEA?SF CHELSEA?S?? F. N. P.C. By Charles E. Campbell CHAPTER 1 THE NEW INITIATE This is, of course, a work of fiction, from my mind only, no inferences should be drawn to real people or places. It was written, and is posted here, solely for the enjoyment of the reader. ??? Chelsea Waverley was a stunning girl. Sixteen. 5' 6". Long straight sun toned honey golden hair. 105 pounds. Full thick pouting lips. Her 32C chest always enshrouded in some delicious Victoria?s Secret push up...
Chelsea and Ronnie: 2 Horny NerdsRonnie Braxton was like my little brother – he’s 3 years younger than me. He and his family live across the street. My stepmom and I live at 530 Tyson Lane, and they live at number 527. His family and mines are the only blacks for almost 5 miles.My name is Alexandria Rhodes, but everyone calls me Chelsea (my middle name). Me and Ronnie have been friends ever since we were k**s. If you’re reading this, you’ve already figured that I’m gonna tell you about how me...
Thin prisms of light break free from the cloud cover, dance through the north-facing windows of an old English inspired Tudor, bounce off the carved crystal bowl resting atop a marble table across the bed from me and come to a check-mate style stand off right there. The swirling energy of light, throbbing and pulsing against it’s constraints, all dressed up with no-where to go, rouses me from my dreaming tree. Silent and dim, save the puddle of brilliance above me, the room goes lacking....
It is like being in apace. It is like floating around a never ending universe in our own snug space pod. We are away from the trial and tribulations of living on this crazy planet. We have each other and that is all that matters, because we are as one and each time we make love something goes ‘ting!’ and we are lost in the pure magic of all that our love can stimulate. You are my space girl, my Lieutenant and I am the captain of our craft. We just shut off the communications centre for peace,...
For the last three years this was Marcella Walden’s daily ritual. The young and pretty co-ed was studying interior design ever since enrolling in the college after graduating high school and leaving her hometown of Colby, Kentucky to come out to the big city. The product of a lower middle-class family, Marci’s budget was very tight. She was barely scraping by and had limited funds especially after paying her student loans every month. She always splurged on a nice cup of morning coffee...
Ok so Sergeant Miles is pretty good at what he does, tending to my pool on a weekly basis. But honestly I need more, so we need to talk, I mean this is the last month of our contract. I mean he must offer a package deal! So I came right out pretty much & asked for a few things. One, that he takes care of any of my plumbing issues. Two, that Sergeant Miles, himself, comes everyday at the same time, when my husband is not home. Three, no paperwork, I’ll just pay for his services the...
xmoviesforyouI knew what I was going to find on the other side of that door, but I still didn't have the guts to open it. Sonja had just come into the kitchen saying that there was someone in the shed, and considering the strange phenomena that had been happening to me lately, the circumstances of this stranger's presence were obvious. But I knew I had to face this new trial. Behind me were Momo and Sonja, Momo's ears twitching from her curiosity and Sonja growling and fighting her instincts to bark and...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Hello, my name is Chris and I am going to tell you about the best year of my life. I come from a large family, two sisters, a brother, and my beloved mom and dad. My father is 45 and mom is 38. My mom talked my dad into getting her plastic surgery to make her feel better about herself. She got her tummy tightened, breasts enlarged to an oversized D from her B cup, and an ass lift. You better believe every guy noticed her wherever she went and my...
IncestJohn Allen Lucy Allen Seabolt / Martin and /Rita Jerome Morris the director of vocational education for the Cleveland school system Bobbi James the radio personality Amos Hardee deputy sheriff Lori Moore deputy sheriff Marcus hostage taker Sara Thomas newspaper writer Everett Martin the current leader of the Cleveland meetings of Freebird. Mark and Happy Jones swingers. Jethro Morris murder victim. James Western the second murder victim. ----- When I went into the house on the night of the car...
I was traveling down a very popular roadway in my college town, when I spotted this handsome young man in a pair of short pants jogging along the sidewalk. I quickly turned my car around and approached this magnificent young nubile body and watched as his butt bounced and muscles in his legs tighten and relax. The young thing went on to the local high school athletic field, I found an entrance and park. I got out and went over to the fence and watched as this beauty jogged around the quarter...
Changes Pt 2The CallIt had been two weeks since my, shall we say ‘little adventure’ with Abram. On more than one occasion Paul my Husband, had mentioned that I had a glint in my eye and had a glow around me.I felt guilty on occasions but I also realised that I had really enjoyed the sex it had set me on fire, I had a couple of great sex sessions with Paul as well so maybe my infidelity was having a knock-on effect.I had a couple of text from Abram to ask how I was and to say how much he enjoyed...
ACT OF PURITY Hail My King- My Masculine, Virile, Absolute Ruler, You are my God. The only God existing in the universe And in my life. In Your presence and in Your absence I vow to maintain my purity As the only appropriate condition To Your divine status. Every second of my day I will not look or even think About other men, I will not conceive impure thoughts In my mind, I will not touch myself inappropriately When performing my bodily functions, When cleaning my...
When she opened her sleepy eyes just before daylight the next morning, the captive white girl Margaret was bothered by the fact that it was so deathly quiet all around her in every direction. She didn’t even hear the measured breathing of her captors or any of the other women they had stolen from the French traders looking to make a nice profit on the sale of the remaining white women. She could still see the stars shining down from the blackened sky and the faint rays of daybreak off to the...
Thank you, readers, for your likes and comments on my previous post. I’ve decided based on your reception to share some other memorable experiences I’ve had. This one is from long ago, while I was beginning my undergrad and was extremely attracted to an aunty in my neighborhood. Megha aunty would go about on her evening and morning walks just like all the uncles and aunties in the neighborhood. Only, she would always walk either by herself or with her dog and rather briskly. While nearly...
To Bake a Christmas Cake A fictional story, written by REIF DISCLAIMER: This is adult fiction with heavy transgender elements, if you find that in any way offensive then stop reading NOW. No character in this story is meant to resemble any actual person living or dead. Please respect the author and don't steal. Comments and feedback may be directed to [email protected] Chapter 1 There are few sounds more unique than that of snow crunching underfoot, it...
Zak’s hair brushed against her cheeks as his tongue completely dominated her mouth. Her head spun, and if it weren’t for the red-haired reaper holding Alluna’s waist from behind, she would have fallen to the floor in a swoon. Out of all the people onstage, Zak’s presence could not be denied. He was like a god amongst mere mortals. She missed his taste when he finally stood and backed away. Alluna didn’t miss the looks of hatred and envy cast her way from those surrounding her. Amaranth...
‘Cocksucker’ When my wife used her new pet name for me, I always felt a pulse in my crotch. It was dirty, and dangerous, and so freeing, especially when she said it. The promise of pleasure that it held hinted at ecstasy. It meant that she acknowledged it, favored it, desired it, and wanted to see it happen. I was happy to oblige. It was a part of myself that I had suppressed for a long time. Ever since sucking my first cock with a teenage friend, I knew that I wanted a hard, spurting cock in...
Linda had always been the one to be the submissive type, wanting to please me whenever she could, that didn't hold true when it came to sexual activity, she still had her boudries which were non negotiable. Some time ago Linda had agreed to breast implants, this had been bourne outof her insecurity that they were sagging and were losing volume. She had a few sizes/shapes to choose from and we had finally opted for ones which she had thought would be too big for her frame, but which to my eyes...
In my first story I explained how I met Robert at the age of 13 and how he stayed in touch with me.My first sexual experience was being gangbanged by a group of older black men. Robert, who picked me up and invited me to his condo also was kind enough to drive me home early the next morning. He wanted to know where I lived so he could stay in touch. On the weekends my parents were out of town for work, he'd continue to pick me up and take me to his condo. He owed some money to a bookie so he...
Original story by Frankel Cindy stood in the aisle waiting to do the new safety instructions as the plane prepared to take off. The new instructions were very complicated and she was worried that she would not remember them all. The captain had only just shown them to her in his hotel room before the flight. To tell the truth her jaw ached a little from them and she wasn’t sure how she would be able to do it in a real emergency. “Gentlemen,” said Cindy. This flight was a charter...
OPERATION HAREM - SPECIAL OPERATIONS BY BELINDA On September 11th, 2001, the world changed for the United States. The impossible had happened, New York was essentially bombed. The first time the U.S. was worried was when the V2 project started to work on the New York Bomb. Fortunately, that work was destroyed in a Lancaster bombing raid. "Sir, Osama may still be alive, and we need to stop the network. The special units we have sent are doing their part. But, we need to get closer,"...
You are on time, which is excellent. As I open the door your long coat covers you. I kiss you as you enter, and tell you to be seated on the low couch in the middle of the room. I sit across from you, and watch as you carefully unbutton the coat, and shrug it off your shoulders. You're talking, in that slightly forced jocular manner I know hides a powerful sexual tension. You pretend to be blithe as you throw the coat over the end of the couch, but you're excited. Your braless nipples press...
International airport of Nairobi. Rebecca has just passed the police check and is waiting for her luggage. “Good evening, Miss Johnson. Did you have a good trip?” Surprised, Rebecca turns around. A man of color, very tall and elegantly dressed, holds out his hand. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jason Wallace and I am the executive director of White Inc”., he continues, showing her some papers. “I extend a warm welcome to you on behalf of the company.” Rebecca, somewhat...
It did not seem incongruous to me that an event as momentous as this would be taking place in an undistinguished courtroom, in a nondescript county building, in a bland rural county, in the midst of a featureless Midwest State. As a child, I always thought that history’s major events occurred on a grand stage. I knew that ordinary events happened in small places like in the kitchen at home, in the classroom at school, or that tiny cubicle that my dad called his ‘office’. But things like...
Chapter Twenty-Three LEVERIA “…do you see that?” A nasally voice cut through the darkness. The darkness had been pure bliss, a blanket of nothing to drape over my mind, gently dulling the cruel light of life. The voice was an interloper, a screeching rooster at dawn’s window, rousing me unbiddenly from the deepest of slumbers. “What is that?” Another voice asked. Oh, it was a sweet sound, a songbird’s melody to announce the gentle rise of the sun, its warm rays filtering through my...
This compliments of one of my readers, stupid me never wrote his name ... Sorry but you know who you are. Three girls died and were brought to the gates of heaven. Upon entering the gate, they were halted by St. Peter and his obedient angel. St. Peter asked the girls, "Before entering, you must answer this simple question." "Which is... ?" they replied in unison. "Have you been a good girl?" he asked the first girl. "Oh yes," she said. "I was a virgin before I got married and...
Hi, This is Rahul, sharing my story about meeting a woman and getting rewarded. One Saturday, I was bored at home watching movies, when I decided to go to the mall and pick up a few things, I went down to the underground parking to leave my car, when I got out of my car, I saw something on the floor, when I reached closer it was a woman’s clutch purse lying on the ground. I picked it up dropped it in my car and went to the mall to finish my shopping. When I came back to my car I opened the...
Hi friends main Puja Kaur hu aur main Punjabi hun. Mere ghar mein mere alawa meri mummy, badi didi, aur mera bhai. Jo mujhse bada hai aur didi se chota hai. Mere papa bachpan mein hi hume chhod kar chale gaye the. Uske baad meri mummy ne hi hume paal posh kar bada kiya. Meri didi ka naam Rani hai. Abhi 23 saal ki hai aur woh private job karti hai. Unki salary 8000 rupaye hai aur aj kal unki salary se hi hamara ghar chal raha hai. Kyunki meri mummy aj kal kafi bimar rehte hai. Mere bhai ka naam...
What's in a Name It's a funny world, isn't it? Everything has a name or a title or a description. What's more, whenever some "thing" runs outside the "norm", it is discussed and labeled and explained. That's where I come in. I'm not "normal". I was born a male, but want to be a woman. So I am a transsexual. But, I don't feel the all-consuming need to have my penis turned inside out into a vagina, so maybe I'm a transvestite. Or a crossdresser. I love having breasts and live full-time...