Dogwoman Susan Sloan
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While the Gibraltar Triumph still warms the cockleshells of the heart, a certain Birdie Brewster doesn’t rest his laurels when it comes to work. My personal Motto is Buckle Down, Cockleshells Be Damned. And, quite frankly, I was relieved to re-straddle the career grinding wheel again. At home, dinner table voiciferations were revolving around wedding matters far too much for one’s comfort, chatter-wise. While I’ve been waiting for the Ms. Sloane Miracle, my mother, my auntie, Wandy, Trish,...
One is rarely pleased when the entire f. side of the Universe conspires against you. That damnable streetcar video! And then The McGovern having the brass to share it with her mother. My displeasure would have had me tossing and perhaps even turning that fateful night, but Trish, sensing my despair, did indeed dispense succor. Three times ... manna from ... well mouth-manna, I suppose one could call it. I drifted off dreaming of that modern, phallic-shaped streetcar instead of the Gibraltar...
Chapter 1 Mandy Because I had been under so much pressure in the city I used the death of my favourite aunt as an excuse to take a sudden, but well earned holiday and decided to spend a couple of weeks in the country town where she had lived for over half her life and I had spent many happy times with her as a young boy. Driving into town and seeing horses grazing in almost every paddock reminded me that she’d always said that the place had more of them than it did people. Having left as...
The afternoon sun cast the big Harley’s shadow across the simmering asphalt. Not a breath of wind rustled the gnarled mesquites and thirsty creosotes dotting the low hills. A few cottony clouds drifting above the distant mountains spoiled an otherwise ocean blue sky, but their presence heralded the coming desert monsoon that would break the June inferno.The bike’s pillion creaked as Claudia leaned back with her left boot planted on the parched ground and her right leg extended with her heel...
Straight SexMs. Sloane called for me and I obeyed the norms of office society and to-and-froed my way up the rear staircase in a timely manner. “Shut the door, please, Birdy.” Some blighters, and you may have noticed this, simply shut the door. A rather casual, cavalry way, don’t you think? I assigned my full attention to the task, turned the knob counterclockwise — or is the other way? — to insure safe passage. Realigned the handle, tugged to make sure the portal was secure. Professional tailors have...
Ms. Sloane, in her attempt to extracticate me from what Trish McGovern was telling her friends was, “Engaged to be engaged,” was doing what Peggy and Pru did when soliciting new business for BB. They do extensive research. Study the history and background and backdrop, that sort of thing, of the company they’re after. The company and the industry. Auntie Pru often disappears behind a closed office door for a week or two, sometimes longer. She and my mother work with the Creative Director and...
It should come as no surprise to regular readers of this Chronicle, that Froggy Attenborough and I have rigorous intellectual discussions even when The McGovern isn’t around. Back in our salad days of yore, Trish was usually an hour or so late for our after-school Mouseketeer meetings. Piano lessons, she was always doing extra stuff — chess, debate, like that. But this was earlier on, when she’d just explained the facts of life and boobs and stuff. I remember that particular afternoon...
I wouldn’t say my Gibraltar presentation rehearsals were a disaster. Until I saw the video that Cora had shot. Then I would say it — my Gibraltar presentation rehearsals were a disaster. Ms. Sloane seemed non nonplussed. But then she usually did. “Some room for an upgrade, Birdie. But, plenty of time. It’s not until Tuesday.” “The Sisters?” “Agree there’s an opportunity for refinement.” Gulp. “Now, what are you to focus on?” “Naked people.” “What!” “It’s The McGovern elixir for the...
Now I rather resent the absurd notion that I was to the manner born. And I do go out of my way to avoid any hint of favoritism at work. Some chaps, having access to a key executive — to wit, i. e., for e. g., one’s mother — might take advantage of that insider connection. Birdie Brewster, for the record, took no such shortcuts. I waited until dinner, “Mamacita, you know how old school Louise Lane is...” She held up her hand, much like a school crossing guard, “Birdie, BB needs you to take on...
BB, the advertising agency, is avant-garde, social responsibility-wise. From the beginning, Peggy and Pru hired indiscriminately — no preference given to gender, sex, skin pimento, nothing like that. Now Ms. Sloane had only been in town for a couple of weeks or so, but already had an office at BB. I don’t mean a cubicle like mine, but a door, two windows, the real deal. I’m definitely going to start ordering more fish. Boiled Finnin-Haddie, say. Steamed muscles. “Come in, Birdie.” The sun...
Another summons. Another heel-and-toe up the back stairs to see Ms. Sloane. Being well versed in the art of social conviviality, I shortstopped the impending business discussion with what, in the higher corporate circles, is called an ice breaker. “Ms. Sloane, I’m thinking of having my shirts monogramed. Spiffy, no?” “No.” “Huh?” What’s wrong with Bertram Owen Osgood Brewster? She handed me a pen, “Write the monogram out, Birdie.” Done. I gave it the double-o, and it took but a mo,...
So, a major day at BB for yrs. truly. On Thursday, I’m to meet Meg Gibraltar for the first time. First time I’ve met any of our clients. The occasion? Louise Lane would be unveiling two new Harvey radio spots — 15 and 30 seconds. Ms. Sloane explained, “They’re spinoffs of our social media spots — geared for an older demographic.” “Of course.” During our pre-meeting prep, Auntie Pru had suggested, “Listen and learn, Birdie.” I nodded. She leaned in and whispered, “And keep your fucking...
'Would you like me to suck your cock?' I asked my sexy Uber rider.It was out of the blue but I was so horny and he was just too sexy not to ask. Besides we’d been flirting since he got in my Honda.'I would love that.'Without hesitation I was making the slide into the back seat that I’ve become addicted to. In a fluid motion I was landing next to him, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock like I the practiced slut I am.My rider took a sigh and sat back as he played with my ass while I...
…That was until he met Justin Desmond. It was strange, really, the way Alex thought of Justin. He would find himself sometimes staring at Justin during class (he had most of the same classes with him). Alex had to admit he was attractive, with raven-black hair that flowed from his head in a sort of messy way. They shared the same athletic build and he had noticed that they seemed to be the same height as each other. Alex knew he was an attractive young lad, and he also knew that girls wanted...
“Froggy got off a corker last night.” Ms. Sloane smiled, “Oh?” “What’s the difference between mashed potatoes and pea soup?” “Anyone can mash potatoes.” “You heard it?” “In third grade.” “Oh.” As per his habitual habit, yrs. truly was modest re: the Gibraltar Triumph. “Piece of cake, Trish. Of course Ms. Sloane was helpful. Rather useful, in fact.” In our basement Lair, The McGovern had me in one hand, Froggy in the other, working -- with her favorite vanilla lubricant -- her...
The Horse Rider. True My gramps had come to Australia in the 50’s to set up a food processing line for an Australian company but within five years had formed his own company. My dad had taken over when gramps retired and the business boomed. Then my mum died of cancer – my dad was devastated and after a couple of years decided to go back to Wales and asked me whether I wanted to run it. I was 28 at the time. No I told him I am an engineer and not a business minded so he sold the company to a...
Hi Y’all,A quick story of a Uber ride I just gave yesterday and some fun I had with a rider. I was over in Juanita which a part of Kirkland, WA when I accepted a ride from a guy living in Juanita village. It’s a new condo/apartment/shopping center style place. He got in my car and I knew right away he was the exact type of guy I’d love suck the cock of. He was fit, well groomed, handsome and smelled great. He also was very friendly and had me laughing in no time.He was heading to work on the...
This happened today and it shouldn't have but I’ve been feeling free and feisty recently. I was at work when my boss — the lesbian that isn't interested in me, or so she says — asked me to run an errand and I instantly thought it was a way to get out of the office. So I said yes, even though it was beneath my work status. I had to go into Boston to pick up some piece for a machine they use to work on teeth. Salem is chaos this time of year so I took an Uber. The driver was silent the whole...
CheatingBut I'd like to tell you anyway. Imagine: Moscow, a bar. It's smoky, dimly lit. In the far corner, just over there, you can see two men playing pool. That one on the left, he's Mr. Salvastor. Very rich merchant banker. Foreign. I don't quite recall the other one's name, but he's likewise rich. The music is just a touch too loud, and it's all about 7 years old. But, the atmosphere is good, and drink is cheap and of decent quality, and -possibly something to do with the condition of...
Driving along, Fran heard a motorbike coming up behind her. She pulled over slightly to allow him to pass. Then looked on with pleasure and a little lust as she saw a very sexy looking guy on his Harley. “Mmmm” she thought, “he could park that in my garage any time and not necessarily the bike.” “Hell why don’t I ever meet guys like that.” She was heading to her friends house in the Sunshine Coast hinterland. She thought she would surprise her with a visit as they hadn’t seen each other for...
I was walking along a old railway line which is now a public footpath when I heard a horse behind me getting really close So I moved over to one side to let it past, The female rider thanked me as she pasted by,I have always had a thing for women on horses must be the tight jodhpurs,boots & riding crop! She had blond hair which was tied back in to a ponytail,white blouse and brown very tight jodhpurs & black boots,she was about early 40’s & very fit. As she disappeared round the corner her...
She jumped with a start and screamed out loud when thunder crashed a mere hundred feet above the roof of her restaurant. Then she laughed at herself for still being scared of thunder and lightning. Her bulldog barked and walked towards the wind battered door. The restaurant was empty. The storm had kept the tourists on the island, indoors, in the safety of their hotel rooms. It was a freak storm and wasn't going to last long, according to the weather reports. Her bulldog made his way to the...
InterracialI was walking along a old railway line which is now a public footpath when I heard a horse behind me getting really close So I moved over to one side to let it past,The female rider thanked me as she pasted by,I have always had a thing for women on horses must be the tight jodhpurs,boots & riding crop!She had blond hair which was tied back in to a ponytail,white blouse and brown very tight jodhpurs & black boots,she was about early 40's & very fit.As she disappeared round the corner...
Unlike Froggy and me, Trish McGovern moved out on her own as soon as she came back home from college. She lives, with three other girls, in a top floor apartment on the Country Club Plaza. Ritzy. It’s the Robert Louise Stevenson building and handy to a variety of bars and eateries. I overheard Auntie Pru talking with Trish’s mother, yclept Megan, “At least yours is an adult.” I later puzzled it out. Froggy and I continued to live at home. Odd definition of maturity — defenestrating oneself...
Our Meyer Boulevard house, the basement part, had always been sort of the unofficial HQ for the Three Mouseketeers. It was centrally located, the house, between Froggy’s and Trish’s. Plus Wandy always had snacks for us. And a welcoming manner. I won’t say Trish was the Brigadoon General of our operation, but Froggy and I usually ended up doing what she wanted. It’s probably because of the maturational thing with the females of the species. Anyway, she progressed from Doctor’s Office to more...
Sloan’s visits were always good fun. We’d go club hopping and party up a storm at all my favourite venues in the city, where the house music would pump all night long. I didn’t get to do this as often as I’d like since my husband and his friends were ‘past the party stage’. Nevertheless tonight had been fun. We had now settled in on the couch and talked for what seemed like ages about everything and nothing. His job as a surgeon made for some interesting chats as he was so passionate about...
DEDICATION: This story is dedicated to Brett Lynn, an author on this site, and to all the people like Tony Blair (the British PM) who turned a punk rock hobby into something slightly more estimable. Rider Blue [Part One] By Jacquie Windsor JAN 2003 1. Perry reluctantly moved into the ground floor of the old rooming house at Stern's invitation. His father, a cop, and his mother, a municipal clerk at the courthouse, disapproved of Perry's radical music and teenager's...
"He's starting them early? And such short notice? You sure you're telling the truth?" Another asked. A few girls muttered agreements. They didn't believe this little gossip. "Just ask one of the adults." She replied with a wink. The second girl called over one of the older women who was also working in the field. The entire time, Lumina remained silent and stayed to her work. This would probably turn out to be one of the common field girl lies that this girl had overheard. "Is it...
Fornication, damnation and hell fire. Those were my topics – in that order -and variations thereof were my main message. I had probably preached the same sermon – with slight variations – a thousand times in my days as a circuit riding preacher. Because I was a circuit rider my audience varied from week to week and since I served from six to eight churches I only had a to make variations every six or eight weeks. If I sound cynical I was and, admittedly, that’s not a good attribute for a man...
I had just moved back to Ohio from Florida, into a small town by the lake, needing to keep in shape I joined a gym and started working out, there's quite a few ladies but only a couple that are naturally attractive, two of them work there, and another one is a member, and they are all pretty hot.It was a Wednesday afternoon , I was at the gym getting my cardio workout when in walked an incredibly sexy and flirtatious red head, named Iris skin like alabaster with piercing eyes of green and soft...
Authors Notes: This story contains scenes of child abuse, human sacrifice, and other nauseating things. If such offends, or if you are prohibited by age or location from reading such, then don't read it. For those in Arizona, I hope I got the information correct. I apologize in advance to any of the readers who are of Indian descent for any offense they may perceive in this work. No slur is intended against Indians or any racial group. If you want to read what has been written so...
The Rider by: ExtremeDom The boy, a slight fellow, just turned 18 years of age, looked over his shoulder to see if the vehicle was still coming his direction. He had set out on his own after another fight with his father. The man who he hated because he had never been able to live up to his expectations. Being of small size,the boy had never been the athletic star his father wanted. He had tried of course, sitting on the bench for 4 long years through highschool. Tonight had...
The Belly Riders of The IslandsIt had been a little over sixteen years since Harry and Jean had been down to Brazil and he worked for the Alfalla ranchero, crop spraying and Jean won the derby for belly riding that year. Things had changed drastically for them, but mostly for their good. The had bought the two hundred fifty acre island, and built a log home, stable and eighteen hundred foot landing strip. Added a riding path all the way around their land when they returned from South...
by Vincent Part 1 Every spring I take the ferry from Osaka to Tokushima to let loose my Ducati Hyperstrada on the winding mountain roads of Shikoku. I look forward to this trip all year. It's pure "me time." The roads of Shikoku are kept in excellent condition as a way to support rural communities, even though very few cars use them. The scenery they travel through is stunningly beautiful, steep pine covered mountains and snow fed lakes. Spring adds the extra element of wild cherry...
COPYRIGHT (C) 2006 Dairenn Lombard The air was crisp with a light breeze through which the autumn leaves fell to the sidewalks of Sunnyvale in November. On a partly cloudy afternoon, a silver Volvo V70 station wagon waited at a residential intersection with its left turn signal flashing. Once another car passed in the opposition direction, the station wagon came around, and parked in front of a small apartment building. The engine was turned off, and after the brake lights went out, the...
When Lorena had been about eighteen months old, her mother had insisted that she be taught to ride a horse. At that age she had not had to do very much except to sit on the horse’s back and be led around. To begin with there had always been somebody in the saddle to hold her but as she grew and got stronger the other person had been displaced and would walk beside her to stop her from falling. By the time she was three Lorena had become quite a little horsewoman, able to ride and control...
Chapter 14 And Night When Mandy returned from the bath-room the sight of Ros calmly relaxing in her unusual face-mask brought on a brief fit of the giggles, then turning to me, said. ‘she’s marvellous, isn’t she.’ ‘In more ways than one.’ I agreed. ‘I’m so glad you gave me the opportunity to get to know her, I don’t just mean sexually, but as a person too. I’m sure we’re going to be good friends.’ ‘I’m sure we are too.’ Ros mumbled through clenched teeth and barely moving lips. ‘Very...
Chapter 6 A Riding Lesson At least I was right about there being no mice in the loft, and even though everything in it was incredibly dusty and only after she was sure I’d checked it thoroughly she insisted on following me up in to the treasure house of memories, memories triggered by the innumerable assorted objects we found there, many of which had been mine. Amongst other things I found an old cowboy hat and as I shook the dust off it I smiled, remembering the Christmas my aunt had given...
Chapter 10 Afternoon Delight Once outside Ros took my hand and led me back towards Moira’s shop. ‘Where is this flat?’ I asked. ‘Above the shop, so we don’t have far to go. Isn’t that handy.’ ‘Very. But Moira’s not likely to pop up and see how we’re getting on, is she?’ ‘No of course not, but would it worry you if she did?’ ‘No, I suppose not. It’s just, oh, I don’t know. Let’s forget it.’ I muttered, quickening my steps in order to avoid having to try to explain the irrational thoughts...
Chapter 18 And Plans The next hour or so was spent making final preparations to the meal and then sitting down to eat it. To an onlooker we must have at first seemed like a couple of love-struck teen-agers, spending a lot of the time touching, staring into each other’s eyes or simply grinning like idiots. But after a while we both brought our emotions under a little more control and, as Ros had originally suggested, when we sat down to eat we began to talk. Although it wasn’t what I wanted...
UM-3/ Avalon Hills of snow were melting as furious Gale slowly abated and the continent passed into Sede. Kray and four others in the squad he’d drawn from the company, Harley, Amhatiens, Elroy, and Booster hunkered down behind a low hill running alongside a beige, fibrocrete river that meandered across the bombarded, cratered landscape- the vehicle access running from Freeport to Solstice. “Command knows what they’re doing here,” Booster complained and scratched at his neck. “They can get...
Finding them isn't the hard part. It's getting in that is impossible. Untill about a week ago. His name is David. And being 17 in the post apcocloptoc world means your a full grown man. He has no ties to anyone.He ran away from his father who was always shit faced and looking to beat someone just for fun. But that's all behind him now. But a boy has to eat right? So he would scavenge and look for useful stuff to sell in town. Radios, car parts, guns and ammo. It's wasn't but about a...
  I felt the gaze of several nobles trace me as I crossed the field. This time, a barren wasteland had been choosen for the fighting grounds. You wouldn't be missing any action from the stands with this environment. But the noble's gaze continued to haunt me. I knew that seeing field girls compete in the arena wasn't very common. We weren't trained to use magic like those from other cities. Another reason why they might be watching me, was because my hair color, a bright blonde that...
"Finally, slowpoke." she teased. Alex shook his head. He was fourteen as well, and he was incredibly well developed. Of course, that's because he was a teenaged spy. All of his life, his uncle had taken him on excursions and adventures that kept Alex is peak physical form, and after Uncle Ian's death, Alex found out the truth: His uncle was a MI6 spy! The British intelligence agency had almost immeadiately saw Alex as a potential resource to use in covert operations; each one nearly...
Just then she turned around for me to see a beautiful face with green cats’ eyes, full lips, high cheek bones, and a perfect nose to top it off. She looked to be in her early to mid twenties. Then my eyes fell to her chest and my cock went hard. She had a perfect D-cup chest but was wearing a bikini top that was way too small, she had tit hanging out on every side of the top. She looked over and saw me setting in my truck and made a bee line for my cab. I thought to myself if she is a lot...
She drove down the interstate, doing way past the speed limit when she saw a motorcycle coming up behind her. He had to be doing 20 or so faster, as he flew by her. When he went by, she looked at him and smiled sweetly. She waved and blew him a kiss as he pulled ahead of her. They were coming up on a off ramp to a rest area, as she seen him motion for her to turn off. She pulled up to the rest area and stopped. He was getting off the bike and taking off his helmet. His sexy smile and eyes were...
She caught my hand and began to lead me to the back of the bus. I followed her wondering what was going on till we got to the very last row. I was kind of surprised as she unzipped my jeans and reached into play with my cock. A quick little shove and I was sitting in the last row. I looked up into her face expecting to see nothing but sheer naked lust. I was surprised however when I saw something more. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised I was already pretty sure I was in love and that...
The afternoon sun cast the big Harley’s shadow across the simmering asphalt. Not a breath of wind rustled the gnarled mesquites and thirsty creosotes dotting the low hills. A few cottony clouds drifting above the distant mountains spoiled an otherwise ocean blue sky, but their presence heralded the coming desert monsoon that would break the June inferno. The bike’s pillion creaked as Claudia leaned back with her left boot planted on the parched ground and her right leg extended with her heel...
So there I am, right, just riding the bus from work, like I do every night, yawning at the 7:15 PM sun struggling through the clouds, another office worker home from the 9-to-5 grind on a crowded subway car full of other strap hangers. Today was a lucky day. I got a seat, so I opened up the crossword puzzle, whipped out a pen and was ready to waste some time… But then I see her, sitting across from me is a woman…maybe not the most beautiful woman in the world, but there’s something about her....
Dear reader, The following is an RP I did with a friend (name removed ^.^). It contains beast, impalement, cum-swallowing, insertion, brutality, dislocation and anything else you may read that I havent mentioned (~.^). My main reason for putting this on here is to find like-minded people to RP with. I am 23, F, in Florida, so if you like what you read, think you could do better descriptions or have more imagination than my friend simply send me a PM and Ill get back to you! Hope you enjoy, ...
She climb on top of me in bed. Pull ma pants down and stroke ma cock til ma 8 inch stand tall before her eyes. Without sayin any thing to he i jst slept on my back leting her take control of everything. She than suck and lick my dick. After that she gently guide my dick her wet pussy. She ride mi the whole night I cum in and then we had sex again I than she cum. But she still was not satistfied. I told her to stand on all 4s which she did and I got behind her and fuck her slowly. As soon as I...
The phone rang for the third time in the past 60 seconds, and Alex again hit the "ignore" button, without even looking at who was calling. Getting into a phone conversation was the last thing on his mind right now. He and Sabina had been going out for nearly three years, but until they got away together to college, the most he ever got from her, sexually, were kisses and an occasional back rub. Now that they were out from the watchful eye of Jack and Sabina's father, their relationship had...
This is the sequel specifically for the sequence of events that least to this: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Marriage-and-kingdom-building.526456 chapter Growing and learning You are the young Prince William; son of King Tomas and Queen Alisa. You have brown hair, like your farther and green eyes like your mother. You were born at the same time as the Dragon Ling hatched. Adjacent to Your parent’s castle lived 2 dragons in an artificial cave. They were not pets or slaves they just chose to live...
FantasyIt was a warm summers evening as sissy rode around the indoor school on her masters favourite mare her tight white jods were clinging to her as she gripped tightly with her legs urging the mare on with a gentle kick .The mare was proving to be a difficult ride and gave a few playful bucks sissy gripped tighter with her legs and found that she was getting a hard on from the vibration coming through the saddle instead of correcting the mare with her crop she lent foward pushing her cock against...
I wore my tight flimsy top with no bra. Before I walked in the bar I pinched my nipples to make them almost poke through the sheer material. My double D tits are firm and perky and always noticed especially when I wear an almost nude top. I wore a short mini skirt that barely covered my ass cheeks and no panties. I could just imagine a big hard cock sliding into my fuck hole. I really love to fuck and suck cock. I love when his warm cream sides down my throat. I used to feed my last sex toy the...
One day I was returning from my college….. oh sorry! let me introduce myself to you all. Hi… I am karan 21 year old guy with very attractive looks. My height is 6” and 78 weights. I am fair and have a gouty.I am born Punjabi good looking guy. Now let’s begin the story! Main pune k wadia colge me third year me padhta hun. Ek din colge se lote same maine walk karne ka socha kyo k colge se mere Room pass hi tha, aur mausam bhi bhot acha tha. Maine us din apni favorite shirt pehni thi. Achanak jab...
It has been sometime since I last got laid. I am a vagabond content writer on the move once again since past 6 months now. Traveling the coastal region of Eastern India I have met few ecstatic nymphs as well well as few shy honey-pots who needed a little caress before they were to be deflowered. Here is a story of one such incident when I was in the city of Sun-Temple, Konark, Orissa, India. I rode down to Puri and checked into a hotel beside the sea. The place was good indeed with a lot of...
So there I am, right, just riding the bus from work, like I do every night, yawning at the 7:15 PM sun struggling through the clouds, another office worker home from the 9-to-5 grind on a crowded subway car full of other strap hangers. Today was a lucky day. I got a seat, so I opened up the crossword puzzle, whipped out a pen and was ready to waste some time…But then I see her; sitting across from me is a woman…maybe not the most beautiful woman in the world, but there’s something about her....
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