Leda and the SwanChapter 4 Zeus and Leda
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I have a different schedule from my wife. So a have the days to myself, for part of the week. This morning I got up had some coffee, and noticed my 7in cock was very horny. It just kept staying 3/4 hard while I started to get some pastries out for breakfast. I forgot to mention I enjoy lounging around in the mornings completed naked. I also leave the bay window blinds open in the kitchen breakfast nook, just in case some of our sexy neighbors might be home for the day. I like the thought of...
MasturbationRick carried a paper sack to the apartment and rapped on the door. "It's open," he heard Brenda reply. He stepped inside and she greeted him in another peplos, this one made of a sheer, gauzy fabric. "How many of those outfits do you have?" he asked. "You've seen them all. They have no shape, so they fold flat. I have a box of fabrics from Mom's store and I keep them in it." She handed him a piece of off-white cloth. "Here -- I made toggles to fasten it at the shoulders." She...
The Mysterious Case of the Vengeful Lothario The changing rooms were empty now all except Laura Robson, the Captain of the hockey team and it was time to make a move. Laura was in the shower and was singing the latest Rita Ora song completely out of tune. That alone might not be a reason for this, but it certainly added to her crimes. She took off shoes and then undid the zip at the back of her skirt before letting it fall to the floor. Slowly, deliberately she undid the buttons of...
When Chef turns the pump on you wish the drugs were stronger. Getting your stomach pumped is unpleasant even with anesthetic. When it finishes all you can think about is thanking Chef. He seems so concerned about the condition of your body. You feel bad for making him worry. He lifts you onto the table, fingering your soppy, loosened asshole while he does it. You discover that the table is heated. It's so warm and comfy on the black stone surface. You feel sleepy just lying there. Chef...
Chef retrieves a large shiny tray from the cupboard. Your breathing gets slow and heavy, as if you're having a panic attack. Chef seems to sway and twist as he walks back towards you. The tray is on the floor. You are on the floor. You are on the tray. The drugs are wearing off. You are on the tray. You are food. The pain and nausea hits you from the stomach first; a sickly, nauseating, embarrassing ache. Suddenly you're back in preschool for a second, unable to find the courage to ask to go...
James was six feet tall with light blonde hair. He’d breezed through school collecting high enough grades to guarantee his place in college, and had spent the rest of his time hanging out with the ‘cool’ kids and going to the beach to drink and surf. James was a chef, just like his father and his father before him. As a matter of fact, James’ ancestor cooked the celebration banquet when Napoleon conquered Naples! Six generation’s had kept a culinary secret, a combination of spices that gave...
I could feel the sweat trickling slowly down my back, snaking its way between my shoulder blades as we worked. It had gotten so hot that even the waiting staff had noticed, pulling at their tight collars as they waited by the hotplates. We were an hour into service and the only thing keeping me going was the knowledge that Alex was having an equally hard time, and, for the second time that evening I heard his muttered curses as he caught the side of his hand against one of the stoves’ back...
Dear Molly,I can’t believe I’m writing to you, after all these years of reading your column. I would never have thought that my wife and I would have problems at the table. We have always had a great dining life, despite sticking to relatively vanilla foods. I’m usually the one pushing for us to try delving into some more exotic meals together or going for that fourth course, but Jane usually declines. I never was bothered, because I always figured she was completely satisfied with my...
HumorForeword:I wish to tell you about an observation I have made throughout my life. I have never met a chef with beautiful hands. All the chefs I have ever encountered have the most unattractive hands, in fact, most have really ugly hands.My story:When I was a student I procured a part-time job at a hotel that was renowned for functions. Being in a beautiful location with ample parking, the venue was particularly popular for weddings. Naturally, they were always in need of casual staff as waiters...
Gay MaleIt’s just past one in the afternoon as you sit by yourself in a small corner booth in one of New York’s newest restaurants, ‘Amuse,’ here in the Upper East Side. You’ve worked in quite a few high-end restaurants, but none quite like this - it’s almost intimidating. The soaring coffered ceiling and the refined neoclassical architecture is an elegant refuge from the pace of city life. Custom chandeliers and greenery are spread throughout the dining room along with some impressive pieces of...
RomanceHere it was, 5 o'clock on a lazy Friday afternoon and all the crew who worked at the ranch were leaving for the weekend. All but one that is, you, my live in chef. You and I shared a special bond. Your grandfather had worked for my grandfather, then your dad for my father before your dad retired to his native country a few years ago. Our families roots were so intertwined it was impossible to separate them. You loved being part of the 'family' and decided to stay here, in Texas, where you had...
First TimeI am studying culinary and pastry;My teacher is a very handsome mid age man from middle estern. Fit, hairy man, green honey big eyes color; tan skin, very manly and a beautiful bubble butt... I always wanted to see his bulge all time and see the size in first, but the stupid apron always covering...Every time at class, at the beginning he welcomes and assist his students with their tasks during the class... I never try to get his attention and do mistakes... At the time that he was between me...
Hello girls and guys. I am Shivang here with another incident of mine. I haven’t submitted any story for long, apologies for the same. For the newbies here, I am Shivang(pen-name), 24 from Mumbai. I lived in Toronto- shifted to Mumbai around 7 months back. Brunda. Please come back. Your feedback is welcome at . So this incident happened on the recent long weekend which we got, thanks to the Republic Day of India. So I ventured out to Kasara, a hill station close to Mumbai. I was alone as I...
Sarah Bell was wondering how she had gotten to this point in her life. How could she be so miserable? And worse, she knew it was all her own fault. Sarah had made her own bed, so to speak, and now she was sleeping in it. Alone. And THAT was a large part of her problem. She shivered from the cold — standing outside on the pier at night in Malibu was cold in February. Even for California! "Brenda," she asked her friend from work who had dragged her out for the evening, "Remind me why we are...
Friday--Chef Duvall "Weekly salary: $1,123. Weekly housing benefit: $980. Weekly fuxeries: Priceless." The alarm flashes... 7:55 ... 7:55 ... 7:55. I groan, curse and--like every morning--think about jacking the nail business, and myself. I mic some leftover coffee. Splash some Crown Royal in it. Fire-up a Camel. Then I remember it's Friday. In sixteen hours I'll be Disco King of the C.C. Again. I could use a shave. Just politics on the news--something...
Summary: A disgruntled employee holds Cleo for two days in her restaurant. Her body is used for his pleasure. Cooking instruments were never meant to be used like this. Keywords: M/F, nc, anal, oral, toys, reluc, humil, bdsm Chapter 1-Late at Night Cleo was on her knees, her legs spread so wide her panties began to tear. Her knees were tied to the base of one of the metal preparation tables with rope holding them pinned to opposite ends. Another rope around her waist held her pinned to the...
EroticRick watched a small U-Haul pull into the driveway of his duplex. A slim man with moustache and goatee stepped out. "Professeur Ogilvy?" he asked. "Call me Rick. You must be Roger Harris -- the new Assistant Prof in Economics." "S'il vous plait, it is pronounced Roh-ZHAY." "Roger," Rick repeated the name, using the French pronunciation. Roger gestured to a young woman with shoulder-length dark blond hair pulled into a ponytail. "Zis is Brenda." Rick regarded her round face,...
Rick knocked on the apartment door and was admitted by Roger. "Ricky mon ami, come in. We have ze snacks already out. Come and sit." Roger led him toward the sofa where a woman with curly, black hair sat. She wore a short, lavender dress cut low to display her ample cleavage. "Zis is Miriam," Roger said. "Miriam, zis is ze Rick I told you about. Miriam is administrative assistant to ze dean of ze Economics department. Ricky I know you have ze perks from your ass occupying ze coveted...
Darkness fell. Rick sat at his laptop reading student essays. He heard a rap at his door. "Brenda?" "Rick -- have you seen Roger today?" "Yes ... earlier." "He didn't come home for dinner." "He hasn't left for his conference, yet -- has he?" "Conference?" Brenda asked. "What conference?" Rick sighed. "An economics conference in Philadelphia. Didn't he tell you?" "No but he always waits 'til the last minute to break news like that. He knows it upsets me to think...
Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved * Sarah Bell was wondering how she had gotten to this point in her life. How could she be so miserable? And worse, she knew it was all her own fault. Sarah had made her own bed, so to speak, and now she was sleeping in it. Alone. And THAT was a large part of her problem. She shivered from the cold — standing outside on the pier at night in Malibu was cold in February. Even for California! ‘Brenda,’ she asked her friend from work who had dragged her out...
Here it was, 5 o’clock on a lazy Friday afternoon and all the crew who worked at the ranch were leaving for the weekend. All but one that is, you, my live in chef. You and I shared a special bond. Your grandfather had worked for my grandfather, then your dad for my father before your dad retired to his native country a few years ago. Our families roots were so intertwined it was impossible to separate them. You loved being part of the ‘family’ and decided to stay here, in Texas, where you had...
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The Platinum Chef: A Tale of Delacroix by Chefness Author's Note. I do not own the setting of Delacroix, Delacroix High, Delacroix Blue Devils. Nor do I own the Characters Faye, Lust, and Nick. I would like to thank Red_Elise and Amy K. for allowing me to use this setting and these characters. Ch. 1 Some people learn the hard way. They either live their lives in such reckless pursuit of pleasure, that they never take responsibility for themselves. Yet others deny most of the...
Chapter 15 Bobbie was a little grumpy, but felt lighter than she had recently. Despite cramps, she smiled some, happy to see Beth and Amber who had joined them for lunch to talk about the cupcakes. "Cooking is all science, really. I mean, there's the art stuff, too, but the physics of it... Those were so good. I was wondering if you could make some for the bake sale?" "Bake Sale?" Bobbie asked, Beth's expression mirrored Bobbies. "Yeah, we do the big musical in the spring. We...
Amber had her jeans on just so, while the green top's scoop neck showed just enough to let the imagination fill in the rest. She was off with Kurt, he had excitedly told her about tickets he had gotten to a local acoustic set played by local artists. The town center was lined with local businesses. Taking a lap to sample wares, Kurt and Amber split a huge Shawarma and laughed at the unusual sights. "So, how'd you get the tickets?" Amber asked. "I...umm..." Kurt looked down. "I used...
Chapter 88 Everyone agreed to meet at Daily Grind that morning. Heather and Kim wanting to hear about everyone's night once they left the prom. Gilda's newest experiment; the Borgia, sat in Kim's hands. "How is that?" Beth asked. "Really good, There's an orange in here. Like a whole orange slice, but it tastes like cocoa." Kim looked into the cup as she lifted the lid. "Bet there's enough caffeine to kill a small elephant in there." She sipped again. "Goes great in the morning....
Black Man’s White Pussyboy Story from the perspective of a white pussyboy who gets fucked and dominated by a couple of nigger bucks. He also meets another pussyboy but ends up getting fucked by everyone. Good dialog. I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom, furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped to rent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time to some maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at...
Black Man's White PussyboyStory from the perspective of a white pussyboy who gets fucked and dominated by a couple of nigger bucks. He also meets another pussyboy but ends up getting fucked by everyone. Good dialog.I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at...
Black Man's White PussyboyStory from the perspective of a white pussyboy who gets fucked and dominated by a couple of nigger bucks. He also meets another pussyboy but ends up getting fucked by everyone. Good dialog.I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at...
Black Man's White Pussyboy Story from the perspective of a white pussyboy who gets fucked and dominated by a couple of nigger bucks. He also meets another pussyboy but ends up getting fucked by everyone. Good dialog. I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked...
Story from the perspective of a white pussyboy who gets fucked and dominated by a couple of nigger bucks. He also meets another pussyboy but ends up getting fucked by everyone. Good dialog.I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at therental application he had...
I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at therental application he had filled out just a minute earlier. From the datelisted as his birth date, he was 22 years old, three years younger than I.I watched him, explaining about the living room area and kitchen, as...
All good things come to an end and the six-week Reduced Operations Period at HMS Chelmsford ended on 15th January 1974. The Wrens and Leading Recruits were very busy as that day approached. The Depot needed to be de-winterised and preparations made for the return of the Ship’s Company, the other Recruits, and the Wrens from their leave. Even Petty Officer White sobered up for the last week to oversee things. Knocker was wary around Leading Recruit Jones and the other lads and ran things...
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I've always been the type of man into really feminine boys. I like skinny little twinks who want to be fucked and roughed up by a real man. Nothing makes me harder than a pussyboy begging to ride my hard cock and moaning "Daddy" as I slide in and out of his tight hole.I'm 6'-2", solid muscle and proud of it. Little fag bitches go weak when they see how big my arms are and picture how hard I could fuck them. When I finally get them on their knees and my hard 9" thick cock is in front of their...
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I led Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at therental application he had filled out just a minute earlier. From the datelisted as his birth date, he was 22 years old, three years younger than I.I watched him, explaining about the living room area and kitchen, as...
I led Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at therental application he had filled out just a minute earlier. From the datelisted as his birth date, he was 22 years old, three years younger than I.I watched him, explaining about the living room area and kitchen, as...
Mom forces Me To Take CockIf you don't already know, I'm a pathetic 31-year-old pussyboy son who is regularly dominated by his whore mother. Today she stood towering over me. I was on my knees in front of her, my nose pressed against hard against her skirt, in-line with her pussy. It is very prominent pussy with big, fleshy fat pussy lips and a large swollen clit and I love the fact that her pubic hair is now so sparse and thin that it looks like a shaved pussy. I am a slave to her magnificent...
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Ich bin Andrea eine 40jährige Blondine, mit gut schulterlangen leicht gewellten Haaren, ich kann mich jedoch durchaus auch als 25jährige vorstellen, ich habe eine Traumfigur, bei 1,76 wiege ich 62 kg und habe feste nicht zu große Brüste, eine Wespentaille, einen knackigen wohl geformten Po und lange, schlanke Beine und ich bin noch immer im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes bildhübsch. Ich hatte leider viel zu früh geheiratet, mit 25, und genau den falschen Mann, und so war ich seit gut 2 Jahren,...
After the second day with Jay when I agreed to the reduced rent, I waskind of in a state of shock over what I had let him do to me. I was evenmore shocked by the fact that I had been a willing participant. However, Idecided that would be the last of my encounters with him of a sexualnature. I dated women. I fucked women. I'm not gay. I couldn't keep letting a guy useme like that. With my new resolve, I didn't call Jay and even avoided thebuilding in which he lived as much as I could. Wednesday...
After the second day with Jay when I agreed to the reduced rent, I waskind of in a state of shock over what I had let him do to me. I was evenmore shocked by the fact that I had been a willing participant. However, Idecided that would be the last of my encounters with him of a sexualnature. I dated women. I fucked women. I couldn't keep letting a guy useme like that. With my new resolve, I didn't call Jay and even avoided thebuilding in which he lived as much as I could. Wednesday...
A long time ago, I had the dubious honor of working as a cook at Sugar’s. The club was billed as a gentlemen's cabaret, although even back when the neighborhood was more prosperous the joint was always a bit seedy. Any building without windows and smoking allowed inside can’t help but turn into a den of ill repute. The kind of place you’d see a midget cock slapped in the face by a giant lemon horse dick.I myself was just another face back in the kitchen, where I started as a dishwasher and...
Chapter 4 Robb had drained about $1200 from the bank card that bore his name. He bought a backpack at a thrift store. He broke the card in half and threw it away. He walked and walked, and walked... ...and walked. During his internet musings he discovered the idea of the Walkabout. Walking until you meet yourself, considering the events of the week, that seemed like the most likely thing in the world. He knew that there wasn't an explosion behind him. He also knew that he wasn't...
Chapter 8 "WAKE UP, BRO WE'VE GOT SOME WORK TO DO," Kim's voice ripped through the velvety blanket of sleep. Bobbie thrashed, gasping. It was Kim, pouncing on her. "Kim, wha..." "Mom's at work today, so I thought maybe I could give you a crash course in a few things," Kim said. Bobbie smoothed her hair and yawned. "You've got the rest of the week, and there's things I'm sure you'd rather not ask Mom," Bobbie stared blankly. "Meet me downstairs," Kim bolted out of the room and...
Chapter 12 Friday night in Delacroix. Like most middle sized towns, there were pockets of inactivity. Large swaths of suburban living gone dark for a night out on the town. Then there were the parties. This one was like most others, loud and busy. Grrl Army was playing. Somewhere around the fourth song, "C'mon Eileen"(Heather felt more comfortable with the Save Ferris cover.) Bobbie lost track of Beth. Bobbie started looking around, and found her... Talking to a boy? "There you...
Chapter 19 "Here." Tim said, giving an envelope each to Beth and Bobbie. Looking inside, there were two crisp hundred dollar bills in each. "It's your share of the profit. Wouldn't be fair if you didn't get something." "Oh, Heather and I can go shopping..."Beth asked, peering into the envelope. She looked back at Tim "What did you do with your share?" "I bought Bobbie's gift, and a couple of pizzas." He smiled at her. "The rest I'm putting back into the bakery. I wanna open the...
Chapter 23 With school out, Bobbie had been going to Heather's under the guise of being her model. Heather's mother, Betty; had come home with wild tales of New Zealand and bad stitching. Heather, while happy to see her mother, seemed a little annoyed after the first day. While standing in yet another blue gown with Heather affixing pins to the hem, Bobbie found out why. "You are such a beautiful girl, Bobbie. You have a boyfriend, right?" Betty asked. Bobbie got timid. "I ...I...
Chapter 25 Kim's thoughts were like the internal contents of a food processor, with said food processor flying through a hurricane. She couldn't control herself; Roxx was doing all the talking. Kim moaned and allowed the shockwave of orgasm take her. Roxx slithered up, casually licking a nipple on her way to cradle her head on her ample bosom. "Mmmm, Roxx. Just when I think it can't get any better..." She craned her neck up and kissed Roxx's neck, then reached over for the pipe....
Chapter 29 The bakery had been open for all of a day before Tim realized the problem with running a food business. Waste. He kept the ones he didn't sell that day and sold them for a reduced price the next. Even then, once his costs were covered, there wasn't much left in the way of profit. The door bell rang and Tim looked up from the assignment he was working on. He saw the flash of crimson and knew who it was. "Hey, Tim," the voice purred. "Umm... hi, Roxx," Tim said, their...
Chapter 33 Heather put Kim(the bass guitar) back on the rack. She was still so mad at Kim, torpedoing the band like that. She was no good at playing the thing. Luckily she could work around the missing instrument, playing a keytar had its advantages. Since Beth and Tim had asked if Grrl Army could play at the grand opening of Cheepskates, she had been finding herself missing band practice. Not the frozen pizzas they ate, but the music. The Spring Musical was set to go on this Thursday,...
Chapter 36 Bobbie was fighting the urge to clean Nick's car as they drove. "So, Bobbie," Nick said, trying to make small talk. "What's your story? Study cupcakes under the French masters? Sell your soul to Satan for the ability to bake?" Her eyes tumbled downward. "Apparently, just a girl who seems to have bad luck lately. My mom threw me out, and..." Bobbie's voice broke as she started to cry a little. "Hey, we all have bad luck. My parents and I aren't exactly close." He put...
Chapter 40 Faye was frying potatoes in bacon with onions and heating the oven, The eggs and zucchini were ready and the bread was ready to go into the toaster. Bobbie woke up sweaty. And her hands were... engaged. She looked around, touched her ample breasts, and relished her own touch. Rolling out of bed, she grabbed another pair of the frilly panties Faye wore so often, and grabbed a shirt that barely covered her chest, the bottom of the shirt dangling in the two tails meant to be...
Chapter 45 Myka sat quietly in the room, there had been some sound a minute earlier. The buzz in her ears had started last year, just after the accident. It was so hard to think through it. Some days it was just easier to sleep on the couch. There was food, though she would be hard pressed to remember much of anything. Tim was alive and taking care of himself... At least she hoped so. There was that noise again. It meant something. "Mom!." Tim huffed. "Didn't you hear the...
Chapter 49 Bzzt,Bzzt. Bzzt,Bzzt. Bzzt,Bzzt. Nothing again... C'mon Fay-fay, where are you? Rach couldn't remember the last time she'd been so hard to get to on the phone. It made her wish she could cry over something so trivial. Rach felt her eyes dampen. She knew it was the painkiller they'd given her. She got all emotional the last time they gave it to her; which, oddly enough, was due to a completely different snowboard injury. They'd gotten her out on the snow, fitted...
Chapter 52 Bobbie was taking a shower while Faye was looking through her email. She laughed at the irony of all the emails she got promising to make her penis bigger. "Who in the hell is Mike Sobol?" She asked to the impassive screen. She clicked on the message because of the attachments and the familiarity that existed in the first line of the preview. She scrolled past the message and looked at the attachments. There were the pictures from the shoot. Bobbie stood there in poses...