Marilyn With The Hots
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As a gift to you loyal Marilyn fans at FictionMania, I present to you the ?lost? Marilyn. This story was co-written with a good friend of mine, Ebonerosgoddess, who doesn?t normally write within this genre. (If you wish to check out her work, she posted at LitErotica. We met after I complemented her work. As a result, she discovered my work, and we developed a relationship. During May of this past year, we decided to collaborate on a work together featuring our characters...
Marilyn goes to Hollywood As soon as the door closed behind them, James grabbed Gillian and hugged her tight. He found her lips and gave her a soft kiss, thrusting his tongue gently into her mouth. Gillian pressed herself to him as he ran his hands over her breast feeling the growing bulge at his crotch. "James, stop. I'll take care of you, but stop." Gillian dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans. She took him into her mouth and sucked at him furiously. This was not the slow...
As we peer through an open door, we she a beautiful woman busily at work. She is wearing a very classy white suit that is knee length and has a slit at the rear, roughly twelve inches long. Her blouse is of a fine silk with a lacy tie, and her shoes are white six-inch stilettos, with a chrome-spiked heel. Her name is Marilyn, and she has long strawberry blonde hair, which she has pulled back and up in a banana clip. She is also wearing glasses, and all of this gives her a very professional yet...
Eroticoriginally submitted 8 years ago by retired user eremiti Marilyn Goodge studied herself carefully in the mirror. "Am I getting old," she mused as she stroked her face, studying her high cheekbones with the close scrutiny that only a very beautiful woman could do. She was still a knock-out and she knew it, it was just that earlier on that day she had witnessed something which had shocked her profoundly and had caused her, for the first time, to wonder if she was getting old.The voluptuous 35...
Introduction: Enjoy. It turned out a big longer than I anticipated, but I have broken it up into sections so feel free to enjoy it in one viewing or over the course of multiple viewings. Yes! Urphm, GOD Yes! Huh, huuuhhhhh, FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEeeeee! screams Marilyn as she throws her head back and tosses her shoulder length black hair back out of her face. She arches her back, grabs the back of her thighs and yanks her knees up to her shoulders as she wantonly humps her hairy, wet snatch on the...
Her eighteen-year-old fuck-toy del dia slides his large hands under her ass and digs his fingers into her soft flesh. Using his muscular arms to add increased power to each of his thrusts, he forcefully slams his entire 10" cock balls deep into Mrs. Willows searing hot cunt before pulling back and thundering it home again and again. "Errppphh. Fuck. Me. Ughhh. YES. Carlos. Fuck. Me. HARDER," Marilyn grunts in staccato just managing to get each word out as the air is repeatedly...
Marilyn, A Special Female By Brett Lynn This work of fiction is for the non-commercial use of its readers. Permission to copy and distribute through electronic media for non-commercial purposes is granted. All commercial and non-electronic rights are reserved by me, the author. Please do not read this story if you are offended by adult material, reading this material is illegal in your legal jurisdiction or, if in the United States, under the age of 18. It ain't like this...
As we peer through an open door, we she a beautiful woman busily at work. She is wearing a very classy white suit that is knee length and has a slit at the rear, roughly twelve inches long. Her blouse is of a fine silk with a lacy tie, and her shoes are white six-inch stilettos, with a chrome-spiked heel. Her name is Marilyn, and she has long strawberry blonde hair, which she has pulled back and up in a banana clip. She is also wearing glasses, and all of this gives her a very professional yet...
As we peer through an open door, we she a beautiful woman busily at work. She is wearing a very classy white suit that is knee length and has a slit at the rear, roughly twelve inches long. Her blouse is of a fine silk with a lacy tie, and her shoes are white six-inch stilettos, with a chrome-spiked heel. Her name is Marilyn, and she has long strawberry blonde hair, which she has pulled back and up in a banana clip. She is also wearing glasses, and all of this gives her a very professional yet...
Welcome to the latest installment of my tales of pure, unadulterated lust. Wait a sec, I've just adulterated it. Oh well. I'll keep it short and sweet. After all, I have enough problems with people bashing my work. No disclaimers. If you don't have the good sense to realize that this my work, and that if you're gonna make money off of it, it is my legal right to ask for a cut or shut you down, you're hopeless. Oh, and send comments to [email protected]. Enjoy! Marilyn: Going Your...
Other than writing about my neighbor Marilyn, I haven't told anyone in my personal life about her. I preferred to remain discreet. Before we got together, I'd get hard just fantasizing about her but after two remarkable sexual encounters with this lady, I now get hard if I see her car in her driveway. Ever get an erection from looking at a Honda Civic? I have. What I find tantalizing about this older, married hottie, who doesn't know she's a hottie is her wonderful curvy body. I have...
With her foot up on the chair for leverage, Marilyn reached up and down her left leg, smoothing her black silky nylon. She pulled her skirt up slightly to readjust her garter and then straightened up. She was ready for her next patient. The leggy raven-haired beauty took pride in her professional appearance. Her hair was braided and rolled into a tight, matronly bun. Her suit, while very tight on her willowy body, did not reveal any of the lushness underneath. Although Marilyn was tall and...
So, after about a bit of a hiatus, the shemale that you love is back. Well, at least I love her. After all she is an alter ego for me. Now if I could parlay that into some cash, I'd be good to go. Anyway, it's good to be back in the saddle, especially the way college has been getting to me. This story, and the next few I plan on writing, will be stroke stories, meant for some happy action fun time with yourself? I might do another series, but it depends on buzz for the next few...
CHANGE HERE FOR MARILYN MONROE By Charlotte Dickles I guess that in the light of the events over the next couple of days, those few words of the announcement at Dorton Station might have been declared apocalyptic. 'Change here for Marilyn Monroe...' the announcement said, and the end of the announcement was virtually inaudible, as most people on the train stood up and started yelling to their travelling companions to get off the train quickly, before it pulled out of the...
With her foot up on the chair for leverage, Marilyn reached up and down her left leg, smoothing her black silky nylon. She pulled her skirt up slightly to readjust her garter and then straightened up. She was ready for her next patient. The leggy raven-haired beauty took pride in her professional appearance. Her hair was braided and rolled into a tight, matronly bun. Her suit, while very tight on her willowy body, did not reveal any of the lushness underneath. Although Marilyn was tall and...
TabooMarilyn was another recommendation from Barbara. Marilyn was a hair stylist at the salon where Barb visited frequently. Marilyn was also a close friend too. They shared many secrets about their personal lives. Marilyn was a few years older than Barb and kept in pretty good shape. A few extra pounds but still very attractive. The years working on her feet have been catching up to her and she seemed to be getting a lot more tired standing all day. Not like it used to be in her youth. So one day...
The story begins now. Marilyn Peterson had always been the darling in whatever she did. When she was little, she looked absolutely radiant in a cute little jumper with her beautiful blonde hair pulled up in twin pigtails. As she grew older, she grew taller and more lithesome. Marilyn became very popular in school. In junior high, she was elected vice-president of the student body and earned a spot on the cheerleading team. That was important to her as she liked to be involved in sports not...
I suspected Barb and Marilyn had been talking about their sessions with me. In a way they were somewhat alike as far as sexual experiences. Barb was in a sexless marriage and Marilyn had been without a partner for more than ten years. They both craved something different. Barb had never received or given oral sex, Marilyn hasn’t had any for many years. One day at her salon she described to Barb how great it was and one thing led to another. Soon after, Barb came to me to fulfill her oral...
During the summer, I scored a big contract with the town school board and began working with an architect on a new school design. It was to be a departure from the conventional school configuration and I was, for the first time in a long time, really excited about something. On top of that, although the contract for materials would go through the bid process, local suppliers would be given preference. I was pretty sure my employer would get a better than even chance to win what would be a...
Rebecca and Marilyn (A Lesbian Tale)From the 27th floor window of her office, Rebecca looked out over the city. She could even see the airport and the bridge. She was having a slack day. Her rushes were seasonal. Fashion was like that, at least her part of fashion. It was nearly lunch time and she was hungry. As Regional Director, she was top dog in the branch. She could come and go as she pleased. She was mid-forties, an attractive brunette and single, which in that industry meant lesbian. She...
"How nice of you to come and see me," Marilyn Goodge said a little nervously to hernephew Peter. She was still embarrassed from the sexual encounter she hadwitnessed with young Jenny Phillips and didn't know quite how to act around herattractive young nephew. It was almost as if she were seeing him for the first time,she had only thought of him as a little boy, but now, having seen him suck Jenny'snipples so expertly she was beginning to see him in another light."I brought you a little present...
Chapter 3"How nice of you to come and see me," Marilyn Goodge said a little nervously to hernephew Peter. She was still embarrassed from the sexual encounter she hadwitnessed with young Jenny Phillips and didn't know quite how to act around herattractive young nephew. It was almost as if she were seeing him for the first time,she had only thought of him as a little boy, but now, having seen him suck Jenny'snipples so expertly she was beginning to see him in another light."I brought you a little...
The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy By VI This story is based on my favourite piece of TG fiction, which was written by the author Sarah Barndt. If you have never read 'The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies' then please do so, as it is an imaginative and well told story. Thanks very much Sarah. ************************ I had been performing ballet since I was eight, and for the last six years had been with one of the American ballet companies. I think the fame...
The sun was setting as Ronnie Goodge pulled his car into the driveway of his house;he came home, as he left, thinking of his sister-in-law Marilyn, he just hadn't beenable to get her out of his mind all day long. In fact, he hadn't really been able to gether out of his mind since she had called him about the incident with his son Peter.The more he thought about it, the more the attractive forty-year old man realized thathis sister-in-law was horny, and like a good Samaritan, he had decided that...
Here's something quick I dashed off to get the writing juices flowing again. And I didn't forget my promise to stick you in one of my stories. I just gotta have time to write it, OK? Enjoy! 'Brett' -------------------- Well, here's another installment of my wonderful Marilyn's adventures. I thought I was tapped out of this story for now, but fan support (and a needed break from writing) have brought the fire back. Enjoy this one. Oh and by the way...too young, too offended, too...
Monday morning came quickly, too quickly as far as June was concerned. Roger would be leaving this morning to present a proposal to a firm in Buffalo. Yesterday, June had convinced him to change his plans from coming home this evening to early tomorrow morning. Ordinarily, she would have liked him to return home on the same day, but not this day. This day would end with her final party at Alice’s, and keeping Roger as far away as possible was necessary lest he discovers the activities planned...
Marilyn Perry lives contentedly in a "Haight" brownstone as the yuppies like call it, having managed to purchase it after a brief affair with one of the Microsoft wonder kids led her to buy cheap and sell high as it were. The Haight is a wonderful place for the adventurous with its many boutiques, galleries and eating establishments and Marilyn is surely that. It's 8:15 in the morning and she is looking out the picture window down Asbury Street past the house where members of The Grateful...
Peter Goodge had only meant to let his friend Seth Roberts listen to the tape of hiswild session with his aunt, but somehow his big mouth had gotten the better of himand he had found himself boasting to Josh Harding.Josh was thirteen and very much Peter's superior and in a way Peter was afraid ofJosh. It was a kind of one-upmanship that caused him to suddenly blurt out hissecret to his older friend and after that, Josh made his life a misery until he hadactually revealed the tape to him.Now as...
My thanks, as always, to ErikThread, for this excellent work and helpful suggestions. Any errors or omissions are mine alone. * More often than not, things don’t work out the way you plan them. The unexpected pops up to surprise you. Such was the case with Molly and Marilyn and me. The Pickled Pumpkin has a very nice new location. It re-opened a few months ago, nestled among the fir trees at the base of a mountain. It used to be housed in a dark, sprawling building across the street, but the...
After last week's disaster in my pants, I wanted to be able to control my feelings a little better this week. My preparations besides taking a normal shower meant sexually relieving myself before this massage to give me extra stamina in case this erotic massage session turned into the ultimate and intimate penetration. It was another beautiful sunny Sunday. When I arrived at Marilyn's, she had just gotten out of the shower and answered the door with her still wet hair and wearing a light...
Marilyn and the Gym Teacher By Brett Lynn Author's Note: OK, here we go again. So far the feedback from my first story is good. Orgasms are plentiful, my style is apparently distinguishable from the poorly written estrus that runs occasionally through the newsgroup sex story scene, and it's familiar enough to people that people are comfortable soaking their hands reading me. My debut is a smash. So here's the deal: in my little series, there are gonna be a couple more stroke stories....
That night we watched Saturday Night Live. I don’t normally watch it, since I thought the first cast (Chevy Chase, et al) was the best, and anybody since then had been downhill. Still, I knew after all the comedy this week they were going to have to do something about Marilyn in jail. Marilyn wanted to go to bed, but I insisted we watch. I knew something crazy was going to happen. Darrell Hammond (as me): (In a command post, surrounded by generals and admirals.) “Are we ready for the...
During the summer, I scored a big contract with the town school board and began working with an architect on a new school design. It was to be a departure from the conventional school configuration and I was, for the first time in a long time, really excited about something. On top of that, although the contract for materials would go through the bid process, local suppliers would be given preference. I was pretty sure my employer would get a better than even chance to win what would be a huge...
Marilyn Goodge studied herself carefully in the mirror. "Am I getting old," she musedas she stroked her face, studying her high cheekbones with the close scrutiny thatonly a very beautiful woman could do. She was still a knock-out and she knew it, itwas just that earlier on that day she had witnessed something which had shockedher profoundly and had caused her, for the first time, to wonder if she was gettingold.The voluptuous 35 year old woman had just stepped out of the tub and havingtoweled...
Chapter 1Marilyn Goodge studied herself carefully in the mirror. "Am I getting old," she musedas she stroked her face, studying her high cheekbones with the close scrutiny thatonly a very beautiful woman could do. She was still a knock-out and she knew it, itwas just that earlier on that day she had witnessed something which had shockedher profoundly and had caused her, for the first time, to wonder if she was gettingold.The voluptuous 35 year old woman had just stepped out of the tub and...
A short while back I wrote a story I called, She's Moving Away, that you may have read on this website, about the incredible, serendipitous, sexual adventure I had with a sweet, neighbor lady named Marilyn. Sweet Marilyn is an older woman on whom I've always had a crush. For years I would secretly gaze at her, from my house, as she worked in her yard and often fantasized various erotic scenarios that included the two of us being wonderfully naughty. I'm happy, for me anyway, that as I...
She was gone. I thought briefly of pulling on some clothes and chasing after her, but I knew it wasn't going to change anything. She was going back to Chicago. Back to her whirlwind lifestyle. A lifestyle that now included stimulant diet pills. I could see what Molly was referring to when we talked earlier that Spring. She had lost more weight since we had finished the program. I could see it in her face and in her torso. Her ribs and hip bones were more defined, her face more chiseled. As...
We fucked for a long time that night and she fell asleep in my arms. When I awoke the next morning she was still there, and she had a blissful smile on her face. It felt real good to wake up with a beautiful woman in your arms again. She stirred, and kissed me softly. She took my hand and placed it on her breast and put her hand over it. We both fell asleep again. Anna's voice through the intercom woke us up about an hour later. "Larry, I need you on the bridge. Can you find Marilyn? I...
Marilyn was all in favour of my becoming self-employed as an independent expert. I was dubious, concerned that the call for my expertise would not be sufficient to bring me a good income. I will give Marilyn her due; she never actually came out and said that she could support us both. She knew full well that I would not accept being a kept man. What she did say was quite diplomatic. "Dal, since you have been living here, you have contributed to the running costs and saved me a lot of money....
She was gone. I thought briefly of pulling on some clothes and chasing after her, but I knew it wasn’t going to change anything. She was going back to Chicago. Back to her whirlwind lifestyle. A lifestyle that now included stimulant diet pills. I could see what Molly was referring to when we talked earlier that Spring. She had lost more weight since we had finished the program. I could see it in her face and in her torso. Her ribs and hip bones were more defined, her face more chiseled. As...
Marilyn Goodge could hardly believe the turn her life had taken since she hadopened herself sexually. At times she felt she was running a den of inequity as sheshuffled her time between the three boys and Ronnie Goodge. She found now thatshe could deny herself nothing, she wanted Ronnie, yet she still wanted the boysand she realized, much to her surprise, that she had enough energy for all four ofthem.The boys had been sworn to secrecy, of course they knew nothing of her affair withPeter's...
In the days after i first slept with Connie, Marilyn`s !9 year old daughter i was worried things might be different in our friendship. We had been friends for a long time and had sex regularly for most of that time but really were friends and i was affraid they had time to think it over it may change. Well i had no need to worry in fact it was lighter and more relaxed with everything out and both of them seemed happier. Connie was so much more loving toward me now, hugging me more and talking...
"How nice of you to come and see me," Marilyn Goodge said a little nervously to her nephew Peter. She was still embarrassed from the sexual encounter she had witnessed with young Jenny Phillips and didn't know quite how to act around her attractive young nephew. It was almost as if she were seeing him for the first time, she had only thought of him as a little boy, but now, having seen him suck Jenny's nipples so expertly she was beginning to see him in another light. "I brought you a...
Marilyn had offered to cook me a breakfast which I declined. My travelling had opened my mind and now I would usually breakfast on rolls with butter and a preserve and coffee or tea. The traditional English breakfast of bacon and eggs no longer appealed. She agreed. "Yuck! All that grease. I used to get sick in the hotel with the smell of bacon and eggs at breakfast time." We sat down to fruit juice, granary rolls with butter and apricot jam. We ate with one hand only, my other hand was...
Marilyn and i have been close friends for 8 years and we seem to just work together very well. Since she moved back here 6 months ago and started over after a terrible marriage fell apart. She tried over and over to save it but her ex just wouldnt or couldnt. She was well employed and in her new home and her daughter Connie now 19 and in college were happy and it made me feel good after i had helped her any way i could. Marilyn is petite, 5 ft 3 and 100 lbs nice little 32 B breasts and a...
I was 18, just engaged to Christine and waiting on responses for jobs I had applied for. In the interim I had a part time job at Spar’s warehouse down near the river Mersey. At first I was on a truck moving goods around, but when they discovered I could add more than two numbers with no calculator ,I was moved to the Office checking orders. The boss was big Jim and apart from me there was just one other clerk a lady called Marylin. She was no great beauty but her figure was easy on the eye, I...
So me and Dawn we're laying out in the sun by the pool catching some rays, as it was getting closer to 2 o clock Dawn was looking to start getting ready for work, she picked up her things and said I'll be down in a bit with the plan of taking her to work, when she went upstairs to get cleaned up and changed her mom Marilyn sad why don't you stop by on the way back, I'm really in the mood in which I told her I would. I drove Dawn torque and dropped her off and headed back towards the house. As I...
"Marilyn, I have to tell you, that it's just beyond me, why on earth did you allow thoseboys to fuck you in the first place?" yelled Ronnie Goodge, beside himself with rageafter having discovered the fatal tape in his son's bedroom only an hour ago."I was lonely, I don't know how it happened, except that Peter came to me to tell himabout the facts of life and we just ended up doing it. Oh don't yell at me Ronnie, I'mscared enough as it is," sobbed Marilyn."You should be Marilyn, do you realize...
Marilyn Goodge could hardly believe the turn her life had taken since she had opened herself sexually. At times she felt she was running a den of inequity as she shuffled her time between the three boys and Ronnie Goodge. She found now that she could deny herself nothing, she wanted Ronnie, yet she still wanted the boys and she realized, much to her surprise, that she had enough energy for all four of them. The boys had been sworn to secrecy, of course they knew nothing of her affair with...
The other actors all freeze on stage as the music starts to play. Maurice changed from a piano sound to an organ sound a few rehearsals ago and I liked it a lot. MARILYN “Everybody hears me talk, but none of them actually care, I’m trying my best to rehearse all my lines, While someone is doing my hair.” “This whole damn movie business is really hard to stand. The lights, the cameras, the lines and the people, Have all become so grande” “All I want is a drink. A little scotch and soda All...
My report went to the M.D. who was happy with the outcome. We could lay off part of the compensation to the Mill that had woven the fabric, so the cost to us was not too horrendous. Marilyn even wrote to thank the company for our prompt attention to the problem and for settling it so easily. She indicated that as she would be re-furnishing the rest of the house, she would look first at our products to see if there was a suitable design and colour. After that letter the M.D. called me in to...
Jane, my ex wife had by coincidence re-married at almost the same time to Roger. Why after all the years she had been living with him she should decide to marry I couldn't fathom. However it was none of my business. It was some months later that I noticed Sarah had started to make acerbic comments about her step-father. Later her language was almost vitriolic. Marilyn noticed this as well and tried to draw Sarah out. One Sunday evening Marilyn broached the subject. I had just got back after...
Part 10 - Stepmother's Sissy Mrs. Monet put another knee high on the exhausted sissy and got an open toed spike heel with a very small opening in the toe of the shoe. Mrs. Monet forced the shoe on the sissy's limp dick, which started to harden within the shoe. "Come on sissy, just three more milkings, I know your balls ache and your sissy stick is red and sore, but you promised to hump my shoes!" his stepmother cooed. Finally, Caroline's sissy stick got hard enough for the just the tip...
Act Two Scene One As the curtain opened, the music started -- Audrey and I started this scene with the Johnny/Norma verse of ‘Why?’ I was aware that the audience would give an appreciative applause at first sight of the traditional buxom, eye-dropping, gorgeous creature known to me as Audrey but to those 800, she was Marilyn Monroe. Maurice was told about my expectations as he just kept vamping, as the wolf whistles and applause happened. I sang my verse, and as the vamp started up for her,...
16087 characters 1739 characters Role Play, Up skirt, Flashing, Hardcore, Taboo, Pregnant, Kink, ExtremeMarilyn sat sipping a very strong "Tom Collins" as she tried to comprehend what seemed to be coming together since Henderson, her deceased husband had predicted.It was nearly 2 decades since Burton aka "Bird" was born. A decade had passed since the CDC and Surgeon General announced repercussions from required vaccinations had caused a shortage of female births. The general public had noticed,...
It was 11.35 and I rushed toward the tube station, desperate to catch the train on time. Embarrassingly, I tripped on the last step into the underground and was sent hurling forward into a man clutching a briefcase. I damned the high heeled shoes I was wearing under my breath and looked up curiously into the face of the man I had just run into. ?I’m so sorry? I said apologetically, only to find him laughing at the situation. ?That’s ok? he said cheerfully, ?It’s not every day I find Marilyn...
Men are supposed to hate shopping. I am ambivalent about the pastime. I went shopping for a purpose, to buy food or clothes usually. I know what I want and go straight to the shops that will have the goods I need. For me the pleasure in shopping was the success of getting exactly what I wanted. Women, it seems, shop for the pleasure of looking; perhaps this gives them a better understanding of the economics, and who has the best value for money. I did enjoy the day in Torquay shopping centre....
It has been 8 months since i last saw Marilyn in person . We have talked on the cell phone and stayed in touch. She had decided to try once again with her husband which i understood but at the same time did not understand. He had treated her badly for the 22 years they were married but i admire people who do not give up when things dont go well. Marilyn is one of those women!! She is now 45 years old and still tiny, thin and in great shape if not near to being too thin. I was surprised...