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Joanna very carefully parked the car at the top of Brunswick Street, deep in the heart of the red light area. It was 1.45 on a Saturday night. Before getting out of the car Joanna checked her makeup, made sure that her cock was pulled right up into her crutch really tight with the little white thong that she was wearing and smoothed down her dress. One last check and she was out of the car. She slowly walked about twenty yards down Brunswick Street and stopped in between two large stone gate...
Joanna stood on the street corner and casually shifted her posture from one leg to the other. So far it had been a quiet evening for her with few punters around. Not many girls were plying the streets either. She’d had one customer earlier. He had been an Asian guy in a Toyota who’d stopped asking for business and after she’d explained the she was a cross dresser and he had readily agreed to anal sex .He was young, quite handsome and had treated her with kindness and respect. They’d driven to a...
My overseas trip back was uneventful: we flew through the night, I had an opportunity to work and blow my cock under the blanket; the seat beside me was empty. Returning home meant a heavy workload; however I managed to spent time on my hobby, photography. I have been taking landscape and portrait photos for a while now and, although not top professional quality, still quite good (from what people tell me…). The photo business has the tagline: “Professional – Friendly – Privat” and has worked...
JoannaHungover from the night before, Chris stumbled out of the shower and headed downstairs towards the kitchen, in search of orange juice. If nothing else, the OJ would quench his first - even if it could do nothing for the pounding in his head. The living room had been a tip the night before, at least, that was how Chris last remembered it. At some point in between then and now, the s**ttered bottles and empty cans had been scooped up. Good, Chris thought dimly - perhaps we can sort this out...
Ah yes, she's here again - the girl. I've been watching her for several weeks now. She and her friends hang out at the pool where I live. Several of them must be sub-letting for the summer because there's no way a college student could afford to live here on a regular basis. Then again, who knows? Parents give their k**s everything these days. Of course, I like to give them things too. Just not the things their parents give them, or would likely want them to have. Like the best oral sex of...
Joanna was the Assistant DA who was in charge of prosecuting my case. She was a tall with legs that seemed to go on forever. A neat dresser, she wore tailored suits with skirts a few inches above the knee, collared blouses with a pearl necklace and stockings and heels. All heads in the courtroom turned to watch her when she entered the room or got up to speak during the trial. She was more than just a pretty face and I have no doubts she would have seen that the jury would have convicted me...
This is a follow on to Luciana. It would help if you've read that. Can someone who is not who they were be trusted? Will retracing your steps solve anything, when nothing is the same... and should you try? It is not always possible to walk away even if you want to. The past is always there. There is some darkness, violence and general nastiness... so as before, be forewarned. Apologies if the Italian phrases are not exactly correct. Blame Google. This is a work of adult fiction. ...
Can George trust Naadiah, who he has just met, enough to forsake a weekend being Joanna at Dragon*Con to go to Toronto with the promise that he could transition and always be Joanna? Being Joanna A 14 Chapter Fanfic of 'Being Erica' (The CBC TV series that concluded 12/2011) By Sasha Zarya Nexus Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this...
RIDDEN BY JOANNAPART 1 - RIDING AND SEXMy ex-girlfriend, Joanna, was a professional rider. Horseback riding, pony training, even horse breaking at times were the pleasures she enjoyed much. For a girl born in Montana, having a huge horse farm, that was somewhat natural. Her mother, as well as her younger sister, Ann, were successful equestriennes too. Myself, as a guy born in a huge city, passion for horses was a completely strange feeling. I had no talent for riding and I hated doing things...
My friend Joanna doesn’t actually qualify as a “Neighborhood Milf” because for one, she doesn’t live in the neighborhood, having moved to Florida right after high school, where she has lived ever since. Two, she can’t really be considered a “Mom I’d like to fuck” because she isn’t a mother. Joanna came out of the closet years ago, and has lived with her lesbian partner for almost thirty years. You would have never never figured this back in high school, where she went out with several guys, and...
'Tickety tick, tick, tick, tick.' The Morse stream from the earphone was barely audible. The two men leaned closer to the radio set, frowns on their faces. "What do you make of it?" asked the taller of the men to the harried Radioman. "The hand's not experienced, like amateur," he replied in halting Norwegian. "The signal's faint... I think running low on battery power, maybe?" "Where are they?" asked the bearded, stooping, older man. "I think no more than 12 kilometres to...
Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled When I awoke it was dark. The door was open and the fluorescent light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel room ghastly white. I looked at the clock and groaned. "9:20? Fuck me.." The best-looking whores would all be gone. Having made their quota early they'd be home or off clubbing somewhere, but that didn't bother me much.. my mind was festering and my body so agitated it was doing a slow boil, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vivacious...
There once was a time in my life when I would have considered a man who liked watching other men fucking his wife a depraved degenerate asshole. How quickly things can change. It all started when my best friend and I were discussing the sad state of my marriage. The wife and I got along fine, but the passion was gone. We only occasionally had sex and when we did it was like both of us were doing it because we each felt that it was our duty to each other. Anyway, I was telling John my...
RFS Dupetit-Trouars lay anchored some 100 metres or so from the shore. Her anchor chains were coated in a thick green slime of tropical algae. Her hull, once gleaming white, was streaked with rust. The tricoleur flag draped lifeless from the staff on the stern. The cruiser's shafts had not turned for almost a year and very little maintenance had been done in that time. It was now little more than a floating headquarters for the French Pacific Squadron. Nearby lay RFS Linois, an antique,...
Joanna Cries out" What hell we was watching that". "No youuuu was watching that were sleeping, you expect us to come over just to watch some chick flick" "So what do want us to do" Now here's my opening to start things off to lead to some more explicit moments. "why don't we play spin the bottle" Liana jumps up" I'll get the bottle" Of course she with it the little freak. "now I don't want this to be regular spin the bottle I want to mix in some daring (fuck the truth). Since...
Joanna Cries out" What hell we was watching that". "No youuuu was watching that were sleeping, you expect us to come over just to watch some chick flick" "So what do Want us to do" Now here's my opening to start things off to lead to some more explicit moments. "why don't we play spin the bottle" Liana jumps up" I'll get the bottle" Of course she with it the little freak. "now I don't want this to be regular spin the bottle I want to mix in dare fuck the truth. So I came up...
RFS Chasseur didn't depart her pier at Atuona until the afternoon. Her port engine was causing trouble, a transfer pipe between the intermediate and low pressure cylinders was leaking steam badly. In any event, Commandant Krusenbourg decided to sail using just his starboard plant. This limited the torpedo boat's speed to 10 or so knots. It would now take them a good three days for the trip North to Eaio to uplift the American castaway, Hiram Willens. To compound matters, the Chasseur's...
John to Joanna Hi you guys out there. This is the story of an innocent man, a fool with a problem. Yes I say a fool, but by no means an idiot. From a young age I enjoyed wearing Mum's clothes, then when that was not enough and when I decided that my own taste mattered, I bought whatever I wanted. Yes, everyone speaks of the embarrassment of going into a ladies store and buying intimate clothing. I have been doing that since I was about 13 and there is no doubt that the...
Day 1 Dear diary, My knock on the carved oaken door was greeted by a smiling English woman who motioned for me to come in. I thanked her and smiled back, happy to finally have started my sabbatical. After a tough year fighting through a divorce with my husband and winning several new clients for my department, I was absolutely exhausted from worry, legal proceedings, and emotional stress. I'd been here as a teenager and college student, studying the local language and doing some missionary work...
Mind ControlAs Joanna sets off for her apartment to get ready for me I finish my coffee and wish the next 20 minutes would pass. As soon as it had, I crossed the road and made my way to number 12. I straightened my clothes, put on some new tart red lipstick and rang the bell. The door opened instantly and I was greeted by a totally naked Joanna. She looked stunning, her big breasts were hanging at the perfect position I have seen for a pair of breasts. Her nipples were very erect and a lovely dark brown. I...
It was just another glorious morning in Southern California as I made my way to the local gym in Toluca Lake, North Hollywood. Fortunately for me it was well before midday and the private sports club appeared to be deserted for the most part. With the entire place to myself, I hit up the weight room almost immediately and started on my daily regime when I glanced across the way and noticed a very attractive brunette running on the treadmill by herself. Watching her for a few minutes, I had to...
EIGHT MONTHS LATER A gentle knock on my door wakes me from my slumber. With bleary eyes, I stare over at my alarm clock- 8:05am. "I'm good, thanks," I yell through the door. Getting up before 10am on a cold December Sunday morning? I don't think so. "Okay," Charlotte replies, leaving me in peace. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling for a bit before swinging my soft, hairless legs out of bed and padding over to my bathroom. I stare at my cute reflection in the mirror and...
THE FOLLOWING DAY I open my eyes and stare around at the strange room. It's undoubtedly a man's room- very formal, with hardwood wardrobes and chests of drawers lining the walls. For a moment I don't remember where I am, but all of a sudden, yesterday's events come flooding back to me. With a sigh, I throw back the covers and walk into the en-suite bathroom. I smile as I look at the package waiting for me on the counter. the label has a very simple message written on it- 'with all my...
FIVE MONTHS LATER "Oww..." Charlotte moans as I pull the laces of her corset ever tighter. "Whose stupid idea was this again?" "Yours," I laugh as I give the laces one final pull before tying them in a bow. "I wish I had less imagination," Charlotte laughs as she pulls on the remaining layers of her elaborate Victorian-style ball gown. "Is it at least closed at the back?" "Of course," I say with pride. "If your corset-maker is to be believed, we're both now proud owners of 20...
Charlotte, a very nice looking 22yr old girl, wasn't sure why she was going to see Vera today, other than because Vera told her she should come back. She certainly didn't look forward to these "appointments", if that's what you could even call them at this point, and her back was feeling much better. Yet here she was, walking slowly towards Vera's house for another treatment that she didn't really need or want. Charlotte wondered if perhaps she did like the treatments, but simply wasn't willing...
#A super hot brunette model! An epic gangbang!Charlotte left early because she was afraid of being late and she wasn’t too familiar with the football stadium on campus. However, it was a nice day to take a stroll, and she enjoyed the walk as she neared her destination. When she arrived at her destination and entered the stadium, Charlotte found a helpful security guard and was able to locate the locker room without much trouble. She stopped abruptly just then, having reached her destination....
"Happy Valentine's Day!" I say happily, clinking my wine glass with that of the sexy guy opposite me. I'm dressed in a short, slinky black dress, translucent seamed stockings and extra-high heels (much to my boyfriend's chagrin), whilst the handsome man opposite me is wearing a smart suit with a bright white shirt and a plain grey tie. "Happy Valentine's Day," Stuart says, sipping his wine with one hand whilst his other hand links his fingers with mine. "This is...
My fiance and I been dating for all of three months before we decided to get engaged, and with the big day slowly approaching we decided to finally visit her folks over the holidays and announce the big news. I was nervous to say the least considering it would be my first time meeting the family, and also because our relationship was not what you would consider conventional, in the sense that she was almost five years my senior. Nevertheless, I agreed to accompany her back to her hometown where...
My fiance and I been dating for all of three months before we decided to get engaged, and with the big day slowly approaching we decided to finally visit her folks over the holidays and announce the big news. I was nervous to say the least considering it would be my first time meeting the family, and also because our relationship was not what you would consider conventional, in the sense that she was almost five years my senior. Nevertheless, I agreed to accompany her back to her hometown where...
I should start by saying I began dressing when I was 9 or 10, wearing my mothers clothes and most nights I'd taken to sleeping in one of her slips, she had a red, silky one that I absolutely loved wearing. But I'd never gone any further and certainly had never fully dressed or worn makeup. When I was younger I used to visit an Aunty and Uncle of mine every Sunday, probably started around the age of 13. We talked football (I was a keen Newcastle United supporter in those days) and just...
Charlotte had never felt so alone since she’d arrived in Northern Ireland. It had been three days since the party and there had been no word from Emma. Charlotte had contemplated calling around but given how Emma had told her to fuck off, she wasn’t sure of the reception she might get.Deirdre was still in Spain for another week and Fergal was helping his Dad for a few days and said he was too knackered in the evenings to do anything but sleep.The only high note on the horizon was that she was...
Novels"To Viks!" The five of us toast, clinking our glasses of champagne (or in Charlotte's case, non-alcoholic champagne) together. "Seriously, you guys," Viks complains, "my birthday isn't until tomorrow!" "Yeah, but we've got to share you with a BOY tomorrow," Hannah giggles. "Tonight it's all girls, girls, girls!" "And on that topic," Mary giggles, "Jamie, where the hell did you get those amazing nails?" I laugh as I wave my extra-long fingernails for the girls, highlighting the...
"Wake up!" I hear a voice shout, startling me out of my slumber. "Huh?" I ask, blinking my eyes to try to focus them in the glare of the late August sun. "We've still got plenty to do," My husband says softly, waking me further with a gentle kiss before helping me lift my bikini-clad body off the sun lounger. "You know most 25 year olds DON'T spend their free time dozing off in the garden?" "Oh- shut up, you," I moan, before giggling as Stuart wraps a strong arm around my tanned...
"Beautiful, Jamie," the photographer calls to me as I turn my head and look off into the middle distance, giving the photographer a perfect view of the necklace and earrings I'm wearing- not to mention the exquisite white wedding dress! The dress is strapless, but doesn't show off too much cleavage, and hugs my curves beautifully. I have incredibly long fake nails- extending over an inch from my fingertip- attached to each digit and my make-up is applied flawlessly. My long blonde...
After the conversation I had with Mike's Mum on the phone, which brought her to an incredible orgasm, I was left feeling so aroused, I couldn't think straight. I discreetly adjusted the erection in my pants and made my way back to the bar counter. I handed over the telephone to the bar maid, Who was told by Liz in a call to the bar, that it was my Mother who needed to speak with me 'urgently.' "Is everything ok?" She asked. "Yeh. It was Just a domestic incident, between my Mum...
“ So Charlotte,” Mrs. Denver repeated, “Now I need to deal with you my girl.” “ Yes Mrs. Denver,” Charlotte replied timidly. Charlotte walked up to Mrs. Denver’s desk and tried a smile that wasn’t returned, so stood waiting. Charlotte was nervous and Mrs. Denver saw it. Mrs. Denver enjoyed watching her assistant struggle, looking so young, and in fact so attractive. She had often had whimsical thoughts about the girl, sexual ones, although doubted they would be returned. The age difference...
Spanking"Tighter," I order, eliciting a cry of exasperation from the person behind me. "It's already closed at the back, it won't go any tighter!" Charlotte sighs in desperation. "Are you sure?" I ask, gripping my dresser for support as I gasp for air. "Positive," Charlotte replies. "If it went any tighter you'd probably faint mid-meal! Of course, if that's what you're going for..." "This is date number three," I explain as Charlotte ties off the laces on my tightest under bust corset....
"I am the resurrection and the life,' says the Lord. 'Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die." I take a deep breath through my nose and stare over at my mother's tear-stained face as the priest continues speaking. "We are gathered here today to pay our last respects," the priest announces, "and to celebrate the life of Joan Mary Woodgate, beloved wife, mother and grandmother." I smile as I feel Stuart grip my...
Charlotte’s mind was a whirl for the next few days. She found her thoughts drifting between Dortz, the guy she’d met in the bar and Fiona, Emma’s older sister who had kissed her and made her cum later that night. On Monday morning, she sat in the school art room with her two new friends, Emma and Deirdre, and relived the weekend with them. Occasionally, they did some sketches of the stuffed duck that stood forlornly on the desk in front of them. Deirdre was describing how she’d had to sneak a...
Novels‘This is officially the worst day of my life.’ Charlotte paused and lifted her pale blue eyes from her diary. She looked around her room, Robert Smith staring down at her from every wall. She smiled slightly as the opening bars of ‘Fascination Street’ began to reverberate around the room.Charlotte had not taken the news that her dad had got a new job well. She was pleased until she heard it involved uprooting her from her school, her friends and her life in Liverpool to go and live in some...
TeenSEVEN AND A HALF MONTHS LATER... "Let's just do this, okay?" Charlotte sighs as she wraps her arms around me and moves her body closer to mine. Nodding stoically, I take a deep breath and lean into my BFF, kissing her as deeply as I've ever kissed my boyfriend. "Sixty seconds start now!" Paul laughs from behind me as I close my eyes and turn my head in toward Charlotte and away from the videophone that is inevitably recording my embarrassment. I should also point out that the only...
My hands shake with nerves as I- and everyone else in the vast room- watch the action unfolding on the television with baited breath. "Come on," I whisper. "I know you can do it..." "The winner," the blonde TV presenter announces in her refined northern accent, "of Strictly Come Dancing 2015 is..." A long, agonising pause fills the room as everyone holds their breath, waiting for the inevitable announcement. "...Hannah and Robin!" the presenter says in a happy voice, prompting...
It startled Charlotte when she heard the distant sound of a wagon approaching. Henry was not to be home for another two days, Charlotte anxious for his return, the two month trip too long to be without her beloved husband. Lord Michael had sent him to France for some urgent business, Henry was a much better negotiator than him. Lord Michael loved to win more than reach an amenable agreement. Charlotte looked into the mirror, brushing aside an errant hair from her face, smiling broadly at the...
I kept sneaking glances at her as she sat at her little table, scowling at the menu. I couldn’t help it—she was stunning. She was also darker than anyone I had ever seen in my life.When I checked in, Mrs. James said there was only one other guest. That wasn’t a surprise for a country inn in October, almost an hour from the nearest town. I only picked the place because it was near the gypsum plant I had to inspect that week.“And what would you like for dinner, dear?” Mrs. James hovered over me....
InterracialI kept sneaking glances at her as she sat at her little table, scowling at the menu. I couldn’t help it—she was stunning. She was also darker than anyone I had ever seen in my life.When I checked in, Mrs. James said there was only one other guest. That wasn’t a surprise for a country inn in October, almost an hour from the nearest town. I only picked the place because it was near the gypsum plant I had to inspect that week.“And what would you like for dinner, dear?” Mrs. James hovered over me....
Interracial"Try and relax!" Stuart urges me as I stretch my bikini-clad body on the sun lounger. "It's a nice hot day, you've got a VERY nice, VERY hot body..." I snort a laugh as Stuart takes off his loose t-shirt and sits down next to me, rubbing sunscreen into his hands. A genuine smile creeps over my face as I roll onto my front and Stuart unties the back of my bikini top, before smearing the cool liquid into my back. "Mmm... Soft," Stuart laughs as I remain silent. "Jamie... Please try and...
Fiona parked outside Charlotte’s house when they got back from their trip across the border. Charlotte longed to lean across and kiss Fiona but knew that sort of thing was never going to happen. Not in broad daylight with her mother watching through the living room window.“Thanks for being my model.”“I loved it. And I’ll drop the dress round later.”“There’s no rush. Drop it round any time. I’m heading back to Belfast this evening. Need to get into the darkroom to develop these pictures, and...
NovelsThe Chronicles of Abby: Jeff Babysitting Abby and Charlotte(Abby’s Perspective)Synopsis: This part of the story is a sequel to the episode “Abby’s Birthday Part 2”. Abby’s dad needed to work on a project and he won’t be around to care for Abby. So, he placed Abby under his neighbor’s teenage son, Jeff’s care. Jeff got to babysit his little step sister, Charlotte and his neighbor little Abby.[SEXY COMMENTS APPRECIATED!!!] Jim had just fetched Jeff and Charlotte home from school. Before heading...
"Remember when these lessons used to be just for the two of us?" I ask Charlotte as we tie our shiny satin pointe shoes to our feet. "Barely," my BFF giggles. "Then again, who is it who's always saying 'you can never have too many friends'?" "Yes, yes, okay," I laugh as I return to the barre, flanked by over a dozen of my friends. As we run through the remainder of our steps, I smile as I muse on what Charlotte said, and how right she is, especially at this time of year. In exactly...
Charlotte and I had been married for a few years, we had both been marriedbefore to very boring and straight laced people, neither of whom had been very adventurous with sex. Charlotte was a really hot curvy woman with large firm breasts and when she got turned on her nipples were like hard bullets, her ass was a sexy round shape. Since meeting we had been making up for lost time becoming more sexually adventurous as trust built between us. Whatever fantasy or sexual adventure either of us...
My heart is racing and my palms are clammy. My mouth is bone dry from not having eaten in 24 hours and I'm shaking like a leaf. "Okay Miss Burke," the doctor says as he injects a syringe into my IV drip. "I want you to count backwards from ten. Can you do that, please?" "Ten," I whisper hoarsely. "Nine, e-eight, um, seven..." My head starts to spin as I find it harder and harder to keep my eyes open. "Six, um, six?" I ask as my brain fogs over and my entire body feels like it's...
CHARLOTTE'S WEBCHAPTER 1.Charlotte was a big girl. No........... not fat. She was what most red blooded men wanted................... A nice big healthy girl with plenty of curves to admire and get hold of. After having two k**s a few years ago she still had plenty of milk to feed them, and liked the way her tits looked and felt when they were full and solid with milk.Short dark hair and with sexy glasses and a cum fuck me smile, she was also a fun person to be with. She liked to party with...
"So... Yeah," I say as the professional make-up artist applies a layer of adhesive to the tops of my ears. "Why, exactly, again?" "It's his favourite show," Charlotte explains. "He's done so much for us over the years, it's only fair we throw him a party for once." "And he's 55 this year, it's as good a time as any," Hannah says. "And the show's celebrating its fiftieth anniversary, it just makes sense, really." "Oh, I get that," I say as the make-up artist applies latex...
"I'm Jamie-Lee Burke, on behalf of Infemme- THE fragrance for women, exclusive to amazon.co.uk!" I grin widely as I place one hand on my hip whilst another holds up a bottle of expensive, branded perfume for the video and still cameras that are recording me. Naturally, my look is perfect. In addition to professionally-applied make up and nail polish, I'm wearing a chic, tight top, a cute black skirt with wavy pleats, opaque black tights, and my long blonde hair has been teased and...
"Jamie?" the young man asks with confusion as he answers his front door. "What are you doing here this early?" "I'm here," I tell the expectant young man, "Because I love you... Stuart." Stuart closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "You love me... But?" Stuart asks, making me smile and roll my eyes at the handsome transman's paranoia. "No buts," I say. "Plenty of ANDs, though. I love you AND I want to be with you. I love you AND I'm IN love with you. I love you... AND I...
Charlotte was in her room. She watched the 12” disc of black vinyl spinning on the record player as Robert Smith’s voice sang the chorus of ‘The Funeral party.’ She picked up the postcard again. The front showed a group of punks with spiky mohicans in front of a red telephone box with ‘Welcome to London’ written in red, white, and blue below it. She flipped it over and read it again even though she had already committed the three sentences to memory. Hey Charlotte, sorry I didn’t write sooner....
NovelsCharlotte In Stitches Introduction: Now, that their lives were finally free of his work and all their family entanglements, Belle and Charles were free to explore the wonders of BDSM slavery within their Master's Heinleinien Line-Poly-Marriage; grandiosely titled: "The Leather Freehold". Within the Freehold Belle was finally willing to let her husband Charles pursue his life long dream of living 24/7/365 as a Woman, and, more importantly; as her sister slave, and hopefully sister...
SIX WEEKS LATER I blink my eyes awake and roll over in bed, only to be stopped by an unexpected face full of blonde hair that isn't my own. Turning my head to the other side, another long mop of blonde hair- again, not my own- blocks my view. Once I've blinked the early morning tiredness- and a moderate hangover- out of my eyes, the previous night's events return to my memory. "Kris," I whisper, gently nudging the sleeping woman on my left-hand side. "Han, wake up!" I whisper to...