Part 2 The Myra Chronicles
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Myra's Pantie Corselette.This is a true story,happened a few years back now,when I was a bit younger about 18,19 years old if I remember correctly.Anyway Myra Ogg was the mother of the girl I was going out with at that time,now Myra would have been in her early 40's and her youngest daughter,the one I was seeing was my age 18/19 years old.Now Myra was not a tall woman about 5 foot 5 and quite chunky with it,but she did have massive tits,huge huge titties,and at that age I found them...
Hi friends this is my first story. If any female from bangalore want to have sex mail me on Chalo story start krta hu Jese aap sb log jaante bachelors k andar kitti aag rehti h sex ki vesa he mai hu myra room 2nd floor pr h. Myre room k bilkul side mai 5 bhabhi rehti thi jo k aksar light jaane pr room apni apni nighty mai bahar aa jaaya krti thi unko dekh k mai lund hilla liya krta tha.voh bhot sexy toh nhi lekin achi dikhti thi unmea se ek thi jo bilkul shaant jaada na bolna chupchap rehna...
I sat there in shock at what I was seeing. The camera angle was a little weird. It had obviously been put on a flat surface which had line of sight to the bed and was tilted a little to the right, but the content way over shadowed the position and angles of the recording device. The question is how did it end up with my other tapes? The unlabelled tape was supposed to have been a program I had recorded last week for later viewing. I'd sat down expecting to be entertained and what I got...
To start with, she was my waitress at a Sushi restaurant. I had taken a date there, naturally, and not paid her--my waitress--that much attention. But for whatever reason, she kept popping into my mind, time after time. So I took a different girl there, trying to impress her with the hot chicks I dated. She wasn’t my waitress this time, but I made a point of saying hello to her, on the way to the restroom. I don’t think she remembered me. Or at least acted like she didn’t. I noticed her name...
BDSMI told you about Myra. She was my girlfriend for two years and I learned what GFE means from her. I would not say she was an enthusiastic cocksucker. She never took the lead. I literally had to have her put her head on my shoulder and move her closer. Gradually I could get her head on my belly. She would not open her mouth but I knew she was close to the head of dick. She took her hands and with fingernails, caressed the underside of my balls. By that time I was rock hard and my cock was...
During the summer of my fourteenth year, my mother and four of her friends rented a cottage up on Sylvan Beach, a small resort about a hundred and sixty miles from home. They were all bridge fanatics and their plan was to play as much bridge as they could, going at it day and night. Mom had hired a daughter of one of her bridge cronies to stay with me while our two moms went upstate. Myra was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. She drove over early the morning my Mom was...
The next week, after paying for a movie I would never remember—although there was a nude scene in which Myra leaned over and whispered in my ear that she’d like to see my big cock fucking the actress–there I was again, nude, cock hard, my hands tightly gripping the sink, determined that I wouldn’t let go this time. While I stood there watching, Myra and Nicki took a bubble bath in their big tub. It took a long time, and I half enjoyed it, half wanted the waiting to be over. This was the first...
So, in a few minutes she left and I'm left wondering just what all this is about. I mean, I know that I'm getting some pretty good sex out of all this but what a weird situation. Naked all day with a girl who now was fairly scantily clad as well, even naked when we showered. Hardly what Mom had in mind, I'm sure. Oh, Mom, if you only knew. When she comes back, she has several bags, two from a grocery and one from a Walgreen's. "I got us some cookie dough ice cream, hope you like that...
You are Myra. Fresh out of high school and ripe with the education that will keep you alive, you face a new day: Following is a portrait of the crucial points in your life, which you will remember eternally, or possibly not--if you fail to survive. We start at age 18, but life is filled with many years. How long you live depends on your ability to make the right decisions. The scenarios will be specific; e.g., if you are attending school, or working at a job, the means on achieving those things...
To start with, she was my waitress at a Sushi restaurant. I had taken a date there, naturally, and not paid her–my waitress–that much attention. But for whatever reason, she kept popping into my mind, time after time. So I took a different girl there, trying to impress her with the hot chicks I dated. She wasn’t my waitress this time, but I made a point of saying hello to her, on the way to the restroom. I don’t think she remembered me. Or at least acted like she didn’t. I noticed her name was...
Part 1: The Hunt Myra crept through the thick brush one careful step at a time. Rain had recently fallen and the slope she was descending was as slippery as it was steep. She was all too aware that one wrong step would send her sliding down to the bottom of the gully and give her presence away. Reaching a tree about halfway down the slope, she leaned against it and held her breath, listening to the sounds of the forest. The birds had gone silent and it seemed even the sounds of the insects...
It was a horribly long week. Nearly as long as the week I was in jail. And she made it longer. And worse. She called me about every other day, and asked me if I had been good. And surprisingly, I had, even though my cock was hard for most of my waking hours. Some of the sleeping ones, too. I could not get the feeling of her hand on my cock out of my head. She’d call and tell me to take it out of my pants and make it hard for her. Tell me how to rub it, and with which hand. On Thursday, she made...
Note by the Author (The Sleepy Fairy): This is here to warn you that the story can get very confusing not just because of my own crappy experience at writing, but also because the store plot is can seem very complex, although you won't see too much of it here in the first part. Another reason is because this is literally a story within another larger story which you won't see here on the site, as it only passively uses TG elements, so some plot points will be left open. In fact,...
The story starts from a metro where I and my neighbor amyra were traveling together. Hii I am viplav age 24 athletic and my neighbor is Amyra( Amrit kaur , she prefers amyra ). She is 28 and very beautiful and sexy. So coming back to the story. I boarded the train at rajiv chowk. There was a lot of pushing. I was being pushed into the back of a girl who was holding her luggage. My chest was rubbing her back. i Tried to push back but to no avail. Soon we entered the coach and luckily I got a...
Hope you enjoy, Myra Foil. Myra's RL rapedate Dec 4 2010 Whole day I was feeling very horny. It's saturday Dec 4 and I had to do some RL groceries. It was cold outside and there was about 2 to 3 inches of snow so I had to put on warm clothes which isn't very sexy. After I got home I turned up the heating and took off most of my clothing. I needed pain so I put crocodile clamps on my nipples and shoved an inflatable dildo up my ass. I inflated the dildo to it's maximun size to...
Friday November 5 my Master called me to keep Saturday November 13 free because he had a special treatment for me. He didn't say what it was and only told me to be ready by 3 pm and the session would last until deep in the night. I had to be naked, only wearing my long coat and heels at my feet as usual. The coat and the shoes were only for the transfer from my house to the car. The session would last until deep in the night. This Master is experienced and, just like me, into very hard...
The people who know me know that i'm into all kinds of dirty, kinky and perverted sex. One of my fettishes is rapeplay. I love to be 'raped'. Just one or more guys, grabbing me, tearing my clothes off and fuck the shit out of me only thinking about their own pleasure. Abusing me like a slut. Well i have a friend who 'rapes' me regurely. Met him a few years ago in a bar and came to talk about our fettishes. One thing we had in common was rapeplay. I really love it, being raped, abused...
Part 1: The Hunt Myra crept through the thick brush one careful step at a time. Rain had recently fallen and the slope she was descending was as slippery as it was steep. She was all too aware that one wrong step would send her sliding down to the bottom of the gully and give her presence away. Reaching a tree about halfway down the slope, she leaned against it and held her breath, listening to the sounds of the forest. The birds had gone silent and it seemed even the sounds of the insects had...
Fantasy & Sci-Fi"Gobble, Gobble, Gobble." "Wahbo, Wahbo, Wahbo." "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble." A month ago I would have been yelling at them to keep quiet or to find something else to do or to go to their room and play. God knows I'd heard it enough times over the last three days. But they really weren't bothering anyone and they were all playing together. And they were happy. This time it had been Laurie who initiated the game and my two who followed but each of them had started it countless times...
I followed John from Perlione's over to his house. As we pulled into the driveway, he rolled down his window and motioned to the left. I noticed that the driveway was made of bricks, like a chimney and there was an additional section where he was pointing that was not in front of the garage. I pulled over to the left as he drove straight into the garage. As soon as he got out, he placed a call on his cell phone and disappeared through a door in the back. I let the kids out, then we went...
I got my things arranged and helped the kids. It had seemed like so much stuff when we were packing it but it was little different from moving into a cabin for a two week vacation. Oh, I guess there were a few more toys, DVDs and books. One thing I knew we were going to have to do was call Alex. You see, kids are shorter than most people and the housing industry rarely takes that into consideration. The first problem I saw was the closets. None of the kids were tall enough to hang up their...
I released the intercom and turned around to see three pairs of eyes looking up at me. My daughter broke the silence. "What can we do?" I could make a couple of cans of tomato soup and a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches with the equivalent of one eye shut and a hand tied behind my back. But when I looked down, there were three little people who were counting on me not to. They wanted me to find something for them to do so that they could help; something to make them feel useful. Jill...
The soup pot looked clean enough to hang back over the stove. Posie's snout was covered in tomato soup orange/red when I picked her up and pulled her away from it. I got a paper towel and wiped off as much of the mess as I could. She made it difficult, wriggling and trying to get to my face to lick me the whole time. John said to me, "Is Billy going to be all right in the tub by himself?" "Shoot! I didn't even think about him having his own bathroom." I put Posie down and hurried...
There's a lot of false glorification in the world. Some people call it hype. Jerry used to call it B.S. Thanks to Madison Avenue and its penchant for making each new product sound like the answer to everything that has plagued mankind since the creation, the bar has been lowered across the board. People who don't deserve it are touted as something special. I'm not saying it's evil or malicious or anything like that. But when a particular brand of lipstick is supposed to solve all problems...
A nurse came into the room to check Jamie's IV. She said, "Just a couple of minutes," and sat down on the bottom of the bed, careful not to disturb the three girls. "Did you know that Rita and Jamie have been taking the bus and walking for a couple of blocks in the dark to get home after Jamie's treatments?" John asked her. "No Sir, I wasn't aware of that." "We're taking them home tonight, but it bothers me that after tonight they'll be right back to walking home in the dark....
I gasped as the garage door started to open and I saw a couple of objects glowing red, in the back, near the door into the kitchen. Like something you'd see in an old horror film when they broke into a pyramid. Or a newly discovered mummy, just after everyone's turned away and the camera's still on it. "What's that?" I gasped. "It's Posie," said Laurie. "She always waits for us when we get home." Sure enough, the overhead light came on and there she was, sitting on the rug,...
I lay on the bed, naked, eagerly waiting for my boyfriend Nick to come and make love to me. He was in the shower, and was taking his sweet time. He loved to keep me waiting. As I waited there, I started playing with my nipples, pulling and pinching them. Slowly I reached down to my throbbing pussy and started rubbing my clit, then ever so gently I slipped in my middle finger into my love hole. ‘Ahhhh,’ that felt good. I started playing with myself, feeling the pleasure run through my...
Lois lay curled in a ball on her bed, listening to the beat of her heart. She lay awake like this most nights, playing with the shadows that would slowly climb up her wall, dancing against the light as the hours wore on and the gentle moonlight and humid heat slipped through the open doors of the balcony with the sound of a lonely car somewhere far away, somewhere she longed to be too, she thought. Groaning in defeat and clenching her fist against the sheet, she spun up out the bed in an almost...
BDSMI roll out off the couch in only slightly more than a sleepwalking state. Only roused to even this state by a dog howling maybe 20 yards from the window I was dozing under. As my faculties slowly return to me I pick up my phone and realize it’s 2:30 in the morning. I mutter under my breath about the damn animal waking me up as I know undoubtedly my parents will be having sex at this very moment. Lucky me I drew the short straw and got straddled with the bedroom next to theirs and have been...
IncestA wide, happy grin creeps across my lips as I dance for the cheering crowd. My face has been made-up with thick stage make-up, making me look a lot older than my thirteen and a half years. My shoulder-length blonde hair has been tied into a bun, and a white, feathered headdress has been pinned to my hair- but none of this compares to my costume. I'm wearing a brilliant white tutu with thin shoulder straps and a stiff net skirt that sticks out several inches from my narrow waist....
Dear Willow and family, I've never thought of my becoming a Civil Service Officer as part of protecting people, but I suppose that it is exactly that. I think that it is why I have concentrated on inventing weapons and armor to improve your safety while you're on the battlefield. That is my desire to protect you focuses that way because I can't think of another way to protect you while you go out and kill Sa'arm. The unfortunate fact is that I can do nothing about interpersonal...
So, what to wear; will he want or maybe expect girly or is that a clich?? Somewhere a little on the girl side of middle will have to do. The idea for this has been rolling about a while. Various things I've read mixed with some personal experience and no, I haven't had this particular interview. One of these days... This is a work of adult fiction. No resemblance to reality should be inferred or expected. Copyright KLS 2008. ...
"The Story Thus Far" Wednesday, December 20th, night As the two lovers lay there half asleep, the phone rang. Dave heard it but did not have the strength or desire to roll over and actually answer the phone. The phone rang six times and then voice mail answered it. "Why didn't you answer that?" Mishy asked. She had dozed off but the phone had woken her up. "Didn't have the strength," Dave told her and kissed the top of her head. "What if it was important?" "I can't...
I got stripped a couple of months back by a gang of girls. I was walking home along a wide alley where garages backed onto houses one dusky evening. I thought it was quiet when I looked down there bearing in mind it runs for a good quarter mile but generally there’s no trouble. It was quiet until half way when a group of these girls appeared from a side gate ahead of me. Loud music came from their house so I’m guessing there was a party in full swing. There were five of them in all,...
I looked at the plane; it was shiny, sleek and big. It was bigger than the C130-30 and twice as big as the Bombardier 200s we owned. I could stand in the air inlet to the engine. I was impressed. When I looked away from the engine there was a group coming towards me; six of our pilots and six of the flight attendants - including Paula, Andrea and Lea - were walking towards me. I guessed that everyone that was off wanted a ride on Lorrie’s new toy while there was still a new smell. “Howdy...
When Gina Valentina has to raise money for college she figures the best way to do that is with a summer job. When she calls her step-sister down to the living room she unveils her plan: massaging clients right out of their living room. Kenzie Reeves is confused. Is Gina gonna have strangers come over to the house? Gina says it’s no big deal and asks her sister to be her first client. After all, she’s gonna need to practice to get good at massaging. But Kenzie doesn’t want a...
xmoviesforyouJordan was gone to get a room and Danielle held me to her gently while we kissed. The thought that kept rolling around in my head was Jordan’s advice to show Danielle that she was wanted and desired. I couldn’t argue with what I was doing. It felt good to kiss Danielle, to be pressed against her like I was, but I didn’t want to push things too far. The real problem with having our lips locked together was that we couldn’t talk. For her part, Danielle made no move to pull away or push me off...
I am seemi naz, from pakistan. Ye meri 1st story hai iss pe umeed hai aap ko pasand aay gi, Ye story meri aur mery chacha k bete k sath hony waly milan ya saaf lafzon main sex ki hai, wajahat mere chacha ke bete hain iss wajah say hum ek dosry sy bila rok tok baat kersakty hain, wajahat mujh sy 5 years bary hain tool hansum and good lucking hain. Aur main 36-27-36 hon jo k akser lerkon ka ideal hota hai..hon bhi buhat attractive age 23 hai. Ab main aapko apni story pe lati hon…, huwa kuch yon k...
"So, how long have you been fucking my daughter?"I damn near choked on my beer at the question that my cousin Dave had asked so nonchalantly, "What?"Without looking up from his half empty beer he asked again, "How long have you and Kelly been fucking?""Dave, what makes you think that Kelly and I are", I searched for the right word but settled on the obvious, "fucking?" Suddenly I was very aware of our surroundings, the way a fighter is aware of the ring, this could get ugly and subconsciously I...
Our cuddles were warmer, no more TV watching, just laying together in that special hour before bed. She knew, yes she had to know. I know she didn't want to go down this path, I think she had been resisting stepping on it for a long time and here I was slowly holding her hand and leading her along it and she couldn't resist it any longer but was still not making any moves herself. Evening after evening we sat there touching each others breasts, stroking our fingers in each others hair,...
Do You Like My Pussy I was twelve years old at the time and we had a duplex house with half of the house being an apartment. Dad had recently rented it out to a young married couple. The wife was eighteen and fresh out of high school. The husband was twenty-one and fresh out of a two-year college. He worked at the local packaging plant where Dad was a boss. I had seen Jill just a couple of times but she always seemed to be coming on to me. I told my mother about it and she told me...
you awoke to a loud, robotic beep. greeted by the cold and plain metallic ceiling of your captain quarters. you sighed as that beep rung again, only sounding a lot more whiny and urgent. after a loud sigh, you pulled off the thin blanket from your body and slid your body to the did of your bed. looking down revealed your strangely altered body. you where a human, one of the last few in the deep reaches of the universe. not you remembered being one. as anyone could tell by the long ridged lines...
Fetishyou come home from a long day of work as I notice your back is hurting your feet are hurting . your wore out from a long day I cant help how tired you look you come to sit next to me to tell me your day as I tell you about my day of work, I stand up and stand in front of you and reach my hand out to you. you look up into my eyes with a smile on your face. I slowly walk you to the bedroom as I know your in pain and I open the bedroom door for you as you notice a candles lit with some music and a...
March, 1983, Chicago, Illinois Katy was quiet as we walked down the street to the coffee shop and went inside. We sat in a booth and the waitress brought us coffee and offered menus, but we declined them. As was my practice in Milford at Frisch’s I’d just leave a larger tip than usual so that the waitress wouldn’t be harmed by us each drinking a 75¢ ‘endless’ cup of coffee and not ordering food. “Katy, we need to solve this problem between us,” I said. “What problem?” she asked. “You know...
Tips for getting what you (and your partner) wantBe confident – There's nothing more sexy than a woman who knows what she wants. Erase your insecurities. Revel in your sexuality. Make sure he knows that you're in love with who you are.Tell him what you want – Your most powerful tool is your mouth. Tell him what you want him to do to please you – and do it daily. Don't wait until you're in the bedroom. Whisper it in his ear as he leaves home. Tuck a note in his pants pocket. Call him at work....
I’ll start by describing myself. I’m 5′ 5,” 145 lbs., with Brown hair, Green eyes. I measure 44-34-38 ( I can be described as Rubinesque ). My breasts are huge as you can tell and they are very sensitive. I have above average body hair. I keep my pussy hair well trimmed, although I sometimes let it, as well as the hair under my arms grow. I love the sight of a women with lots of hair under her arms. My Kinkiest sex experience involves a women I met at work named Kim. She...
I wrote this story as a narrative and I made it into a 45 minute audio story. The Interview: Come in, I've been expecting you. I had a long talk with your boss the other day and it seems that you have a little fetish for women's underwear, isn't that right? In fact-you've been caught stealing things from the other girls lockers. Mostly their panties and pantyhose. Is it just too hard to be the only man at an all girl company? Do you want to be more like the other girls? Is that the problem...
CrossdressingThis is a true story that took place in mid August. I had been very horny for quite some time. My wife felt like sex once or twice a month was plenty. It had been several weeks since the last time we’d had sex. I was starting to look at more porn and read more stories. Then one day I was looking at Craigslist and came across the casual encounters section. I started reading through the ads but nothing caught my eye. I decided to post an ad myself. I posted in the M4M section to see what results...
There I was laying in bed, I could hear that either mom or Kim was down stairs cooking breakfast, I was feeling rather anxious and needed to relieve some stress, so I got my laptop and started to look up some porn, I found this video of this guy with two women who were sharing his cock, one was sucking the shaft and the other was working the balls, I quickly reached one hand down and started to jack off, the video was really hot, the women looked like they were mother and daughter, right...
Ήμουν στή αγορά όταν έλαβα ένα μήνυμα στο κινητό μου: «Δεν θα έρθω σπίτι, εσύ όμως θα πας να ντυθείς σαν πουτάνα και θα έρθεις στο σκάφος στις οκτώ το βράδυ». ήταν από τον 60´άρη πού τραβιέμαι. τον έxω μάθει τωρα και μονολόγισα. τι έκπληξη με περιμένει? σύγουρα πολλά καυλιά!να Με ξεφτιλίζουν...Ανυπομονούσα να έρθει η ώρα να πάω στο σκάφος. Πήγα σπίτι, φόρεσα δικτυωτές κάλτσες, ένα φόρεμα το οποίο ήταν κοντό, στράπλες που έπιανε κάτω από το στήθος μου και άφηνε τα βυζιά μου έξω, εκτεθειμένα,...
I'd forgotten my damn key again. And my wife was taking forever to answer the door. What was she doing in there? I was mildly irritated by the time she finally opened up, but before my lips could even form the words to some smart-assed remark about how long I'd been standing there, my senses were overloaded with the sight before me. I gave her a once over -- I swear, my wife could make a pimple look sexy. If she farted while we were having dinner with the president, my first reaction would...
Fat. Fatty. Fat. Fat. Fatso. Fat. Fatima. Why had her parents christened her that? Surely they knew that in an English Language culture it was a name that could always be used to mock her. Especially as they knew from their own corpulent frames that their daughter was unlikely to be svelte, slim or slender. And as second-generation immigrants themselves, not even especially religious ones, they understood enough English to know just how her name could always be used as a stick to beat her with....
LesbianMera name Varun hai me patiala me rahta hu Punjabi University me pdta hu jab se mujhe sex ke bare me pta chala me sex karne ki koshish karta rahta mujhe aunty or bhabhi buhut acchi lagti h kyuki unhe experience buhut hota h me pados me ek aunty rahti men unhe pahle baar dekha toh me pagal ho gya tha or unhe chodne ke bare me sochne laga me buhut hi sundar dikhne wala ladka hu. Meri age 23 years h mere lund ka size 8 inch h or un aunty ka size 32 30 34 h unhe dekh kar kisi ka b lund khada ho...
Your name is John Doe, a average guy who is married and have a daughter. You had a lot of luck in your life because you were smart, patient, diligent and had good contacts during college. You were somewhat different during your college time, not wanting to think so much into forming a family and focused only on studies and the work, you never had much experience with love, holding it deeply when dating only to find yourself suffocating your partner and being alone again not much time after....
(CONCLUSION) Sir Harrison (Harry) Tremayne dawdled not fully comprehending the reason why he was thusly anchored, except that he found the friendly young girl a welcome change from the assortment of damaged female goods usually found in these squalid neighborhoods of ordinary common folk. She was exceptionally well blessed with sensuous assets and her level of intelligence was rare in the lower classes. His thought was that with a little bit of “polish”, he could make her into an obedient...
Ellen was preparing herself a light lunch when her husband called on the kitchen phone. Dick called to suggest that Ellen go and invite Walt and Betty’s son, Jack, to dinner. Betty and Walt were her and her husband’s best friends, and next door neighbors. The women have been close since they were pregnant with their first children together, that was eighteen years ago. Just last month both families celebrated Jack and Michelle, Ellen’s daughter, graduating from the Chicago Predatory Academy. In...
Hannah did not know what time she fell asleep, but she did know that despite her fatigue it took her at least a few hours. She cried the entire time too. She kept waiting for Tank or one of the other bikers to come in and rape her some more, but it never happened. Eventually she somehow was able to fall asleep, and she dreamed of simple pleasures like being back at home with friends and family throughout the night. “Wakey wakey slut!” Tank exclaimed, slapping Hannah in the face hard and...
I will never forget that fateful day; it was my first year in junior highschool, and I discovered a lot that year; not only about friends, but myfamily and myself, as well! My name is Daniel; I just turned 18 and I livewith my parents and two older brothers, Todd and David, in a small town inNew England.It so happened that swim practice had been canceled, so I got home earlierthan expected. I knew Mom and Dad wouldn't be there, and both my brotherswould be out with some friends, or still at...