Aunt Sadie s Secret
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Shannon and Sadie are a set of twins that are in my class. These girls are some of the sluttiest girls in the entire state. I bet they have given as many blowjobs as there are men in my class. Shannon and Sadie were nearly identical in every way, except for the birthmark on Shannon’s cheek that was the basic landmark for telling the two apart. Other than that you had a 50-50 shot at guessing correctly. They were fairly short with B cup boobs that weren’t very big but they sure did know how...
By the time Emily hung up the phone and started to call her dad, a patrol car was already in the driveway waiting. Emily knew that it was Uncle Eddie coming to get them. Emily hustled some clothes on the still half asleep Sadie and got her downstairs. Eddie was off duty and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He hurried the girls into the back of the police cruiser, made them buckle up and then sped for Wailuku to get to the hospital. They arrived with a nice lady waiting at the door to get...
We’d only been married two years and I thought we were happy -- planning a future together, talking about having kids, maybe getting a dog, the whole nine yards. Then I got a text. My wife had left me for her boss. And it was over.In the middle of a fucking pandemic she’d walked out on me, deciding she’d rather go into lockdown with her asshole boss instead of me.Angry, hurt, and so fucking confused, I didn’t know what I should be feeling. Tina was my whole world, and now she was off...
MatureForewordHello readers, sorry to delay the storytelling, this is just a short note about why I wrote this story. If you page down to the Prologue now, you won't miss any of the story.The creator of Sherlock Holmes – Arthur Conan Doyle – is possibly the world's most famous author of short stories, and these days erotica is the literary genre now most commonly presented in small, delicious portions; so the marriage of the two was too enticing for me to resist. I own (and treasure) a paperback...
Inspired by various Sherlock Holmes modernisations. *** "Shelley Holmes, huh? Are you meant to be some kinda female Sherlock, lass?" "I'm not a private investigator, I'm a consultant detective," Holmes pulls the badge from the policeman's hands. "Europol. Says that right here." The squinting Scot in the high-vis jacket peers bemusedly at the woman. "Europol, eh? What feckin' jurisdiction you got here? This is Edinburgh. We can handle our own business, thank-you-very-much...
"Shelley Holmes, huh? Are you meant to be some kinda female Sherlock, lass?""I'm not a private investigator, I'm a consultant detective," Holmes pulls the badge from the policeman's hands. "Europol. Says that right here."The squinting Scot in the high-vis jacket peers bemusedly at the woman. "Europol, eh? What feckin' jurisdiction you got here? This is Edinburgh. We can handle our own business, thank-you-very-much lass.""No jurisdiction whatsoever, Constable. I'm here to advise and observe. I...
My wife, Mary, and I had married in our twenties after dating for a couple of years. We both wanted children and were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. We loved the name Sadie and decided that would be what we'd call our beautiful angel. Being her parents became the greatest joy of our lives. Watching her grow up and turn into a bright, beautiful woman filled us with great pride and happiness.~~~Our twenty-year-old daughter, Sadie, has long blonde hair just like her mother. I know all...
IncestHis fingers dug into her fleshy hips as his cock slipped between her thighs. Her tightness gripped his shaft as her back arched as he entered her. Joan could not help but moan as Holmes invaded her most intimate part.Her breasts began to sway as he pumped hard into her, his stomach slapping against her bubbly ass as she bent over the back of the sofa. She had wanted him to take her for so long. She could feel her orgasm begin to boil inside her.“It's six a.m. in Atlanta, time to rise and...
Quickie Sex"Don't wait for me, darling."Watson bent down to peck his wife of two months on the cheek. She turned her blue eyes onto him exasperatedly, lowering her book to her lap. "What does he want now?"Watson glanced at her. "It's nothing." He said airily. "Don't worry.""There's really no sense in our being married if you spend every waking moment running back to him." Mary said coolly, watching him don his coat and hat.He did not look up."John. Please." Mary said with an edge of irritation to her...
Every man remembers his first time. That first access to the warm juices of a woman's secret place. In spite of my forty or so years in my present business, that first time, and its consequences will live with me forever. Because that first time was the point at which my future life was changed forever.For one thing, I had waited so long, being such a shy, mother-dominated eighteen year old on the fringe of going to University seeking a business degree. I'd had little real experience of the...
First TimeSadie Hawkins by Annie James To most younger persons today the name Sadie Hawkins means little. They do not remember cartoonist Al Capp's famous comic strip Lil' Abner with its characters drawn from the mythical backwoods hamlet of Dogpatch. Among the innocent inhabitants of Dogpatch, Capp drew one character as the ugliest girl in town. Sadie was so ugly that even in Dogpatch she had no chance of landing a husband. To cope with this situation, her father, the mayor, decreed that...
It was a foggy morning in the small Atlanta suburb of London. Joan, walked down the wet sidewalk to Holmes's house. As she opened the squeaky gate, she noticed one dim light coming from the office area of Holmes Manner. She kicked the morning paper into the pile on the edge of the walkway as she approached the door.She sighed as she fumbled through her keys. It was a shame how a house that just months before had been filled with joy, was now so dark and gloomy. She attempted to open the door,...
LesbianI got to Pippa's house early as requested on the 16th. I still had her front door key and as I let myself in I heard music coming from the kitchen. It was in there that I met Sadie the Sluttish Sexpot, the only one of Pippa's alter egos I hadn't yet come across. "Hi Des" she said "My name's Sadie. Pippa has told me all about you; I've got your Bacardi and bitter lemon all ready." She spoke in a West Country accent which was not far removed from Wurzel's Somerset burr, but I...
Series 6, Episode 18: Sadie Gonzalez (45) from Motherwell We fade in on a drone shot – flying over the middle of a small town ... Not too pretty, low rise, tightly packed ... Then panning around over a large, craggy area of parkland, before coming to rest on a large old-school factory. We hover over the factory for a moment, then cut to... Outside the factory ... Ground level. Our hostess – in a low cut top that shows off her fake boobs and chest covering ‘DOGWHORE’ tattoo – and tight...
Palmerston's brougham pulled into Hounslow Manor shortly before dusk. As we three stepped down to stretch after the jarring ride from London and the footmen unstrapped our bags from the rear of the carriage, I heard the door to the manor open and I turned to discover the most divinely radiant vision I have had the pleasure to experience. Lady Palmerston – or Victoria, as I still think of her – stood at the top of the stone steps with the last dappled light of the day shining through the...
I was driving to my girlfriend's, realizing that I was making better time than I anticipated. She wasn't supposed to be off work at Starbucks until 2:30, but it was only 2:10. I decided I'd swing by and say "hi". I could tell by the parking that it was busy inside, and when I walked in, my suspicions were confirmed. I joined the line for the register, pondering what I was going to grab. While waiting, I watched her as she worked. Seeing her move about without realizing I was there felt like a...
My senior year of high school was filled with college apps, schoolwork, and spending most of my time hanging out with my friends, especially since we all would be going our separate ways when we went off on our separate ways to college. One day during lunch, my best friend Anthony invited all of us to the annual Halloween party his parents threw. The previous two years, I had been busy so I was often unable to go. However, this year I really wanted to go and get a chance to spend time with...
My dad left when I was just fifteen. I never knew why till three weeks later my moms friend Sadie moved in our house and into mom's bedroom. I could hear them at night moaning and I had to go peek. Both were naked laying on top of the covers and Sadie was sucking mom's tits and then went down to her pussy and spread it and began to lick it. My mom then started moaning and twisting loud. I would sneak and watch them every night. I loved seeing the two women having sex and loved them fingering...
The case began as so many do: in our rooms at 221b Baker Street. Holmes was in a dark study and was teasing a melancholy strain from the strings of his violin. Under normal circumstances I would beg him to desist, though having just endured an hour-long tirade on the dearth of intelligent criminal activity in London, I was disinclined to interrupt him lest he resume that broken thread. The sound of hooves on the street below roused me from my study of the newspaper and I moved to the window...
Holmes sat, and thought. The more he thought, the more maudlin he became; eventually he emitted a deep sigh. Almost in resignation he opened a locked drawer in his oaken desk; with care he slid it open and unfastened the tin that lay within. For a second he stared at the dried leaves, then as if motivated by some alien desire his left hand scooted across the leather desktop and snatched the oldest of his pipes. He needed clarity, ultimate focus, his friend was in danger. He, Ned Holmes, had...
Holmes for once was fairly contented; he sat carefully cleaning each of his pipes in turn. The resemblance of his pipe rack to a rifle rack did not escape him, nor did the dutiful act of cherishing a precise machine. His mind started to drift back to his days in the Sudan... "Beggin' pardon Mr 'Olmes, but Mr 'Ove is here and 'es somewhat impatient to see you." Ned's eyes refocused on Nancy. "By all means bid him in..." Nancy walked back to the door softly cursing her vacant-eyed...
1865 MacNeal Peter Holmes stood in the paneled bar of the Willard Hotel, his dark suit, fancy weskit, glowing boots and silk cravat helping him blend in with the dozens of prosperous-appearing men about him. The room was thick with tobacco smoke. He touched the diamond-looking stickpin at his breastbone and sipped his watered brandy, patiently waiting for his drinking companion to find the end of a muddled story about some inebriated duck hunters on the Eastern Shore. "So," his young...
Ned, Forty, Brighton and Emily made their way back to Baker Street in silence. Upon arriving at 221b, Ned unlocked the door and then settled Emily and Fortescue into their temporary accommodation. He then returned to the library whence he had asked Brighton to wait for him. "So Brighton what have we observed?" Holmes asked, as he reached out towards his pipe rack. "Well, that we can break the enthralment of the victims by removing the 'keep-sakes' from them." Hove replied. "Hmm,...
Brighton strode along Bow street with Ned and Sergeant Smythe, his step keeping in military time with theirs. Hove turned his head briefly to stare at a Black Maria, after a little while he spoke. "So this fits the pattern then Holmes, what say you?" Ned grimaced, "I say we wait and examine the evidence Hove, it is better to act once one is more fully informed." Holmes cocked an eyebrow, "Would you not agree?" "Ah, yes of course. Quite right!" Hove replied. He then glanced downward...
I was greeted at the front door by a bubbly very attractive young lady. “This must be Sadie” I thought as she showed me in. She was a carbon-copy of her mother Erica - tall and slim with curves in all the right places. She was beautiful. She instantly took my hand and drew me into a hug which pressed her substantial breasts into my chest. “It’s good to finally meet you, mummy has told me so much about you”. I wondered just how much that Erica had shared with her daughter. Sadie was...
This story begins with an inappropriate and i*****l sexual experience for two people. I"m not putting it up here. You will have to imagine it!"Oh, god Colie, that feels so fucking good...""Wow" was all she said. She quickly reached over, got a bit on her finger, and put it on her tongue..."Daddy, you better not get me pregnant.." Giggling like mad, she tasted the semen :"Eeeeeewwwww. oh, that is gross...see you later, alligator.......thank you daddy...I love you..." She kissed my forehead and...
Chapter 1 It happened -- I couldn't believe it. Anita had called and asked me to be HER date to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Oh no!!! No way, no how!! You've heard of the Sadie Hawkins dance, right? That's when the girls get to ask the guys for a date to the dance. The point is that the girl asking the guy out usually is NOT the cutest, sexiest or most likely girl for the guy to go out with and some of the more homely and ugly girls in the school get a chance for a date with the guy of their...
Palmerston had secured a private compartment for Holmes and me on the return train to London. "Well, Watson, an unusual case," he smiled at me around his pipe. "Though not one that should probably ever see print in your infernal memoirs." "Very true, Holmes," I smiled ruefully. "Though I may still write it up for my own records." I considered the case silently for half a minute, enjoying the anticipation of reliving the experience in writing. "It was an interesting diversion for a...
sharleesisterboyYes, Sadie, I am a 'Lil Slave Bitch' for My Big 'brother's Cock use, when He and His friends get in the Mood for Young Sissy Boy meat to strip and abuse on the livingroom floor, inside the 'Big House'! I'm f******n and have been His Secret Sissy, Piss-Whore Slave since He traded for me five years ago when I was Nine! He KEEPS Me Locked Up in a rusty, smelly old trailer, parked inside a dark, Old Red Barn. I'm Locked up inside and I sleep on an old, Urine Smelling, Stained...
When thirty-three year-old Matt Foxx entered the family room, his thirty-two year-old wife Holly was binge-watching re-runs of Glee. Plopping down on the couch next to her, he viewed the show in silence for a few moments before commenting, "Oh, yeah. I remember this episode. The girls are asking the guys to a dance." Nodding her blonde head without looking away from the fifty-five inch flat-screen T.V. mounted on the wall, she replied. "We used to have those back in college, remember?" A smile...
Back a few years ago, I should probably say, quite a few years ago, there came a girl to our quiet little Mississippi town reputed to be a star performer in the world famous Florida-based circus side show that visited almost every little town along the mighty river’s shores at least once each and every year. It was probably the highlight of the year for the youngsters in our rural town and I was one of the devoted aficionados of the gaudy affair as far back as I could remember. I remember...
Hallo. Ich würde mir wünschen das alle Leserinnen und Leser sich gern an mich wenden, über Kommentare oder direkte Nachrichten, was ihr euch in die Geschichte wünscht oder welche alternative Wege es geben soll. Auch wenn ich einen der Fälle weiter ausbauen soll. Wer selber Kapitel schreiben will kann es sehr gerne machen und sich im Zweifelsfall an mich wenden. Ich wünsche viel Spaß. Vorerst zu mir. Mein Name ist Helene Watson. Mein Studium der Medizin habe ich in München abgeschlossen. Ich...
I brought my chair over to the edge of the bed and guided Victoria to lay back down. Incredibly, she chose not to pull up the sheet and left her breasts exposed for me to gaze down upon lovingly. It would have been the simplest matter to lean forwards and kiss them as I had fantasised doing; to take a nipple between my lips and feel it harden beneath my tongue while I cupped the other tenderly in my hand and teased the same response with my fingertips. "Shut your eyes please, Lady...
I have to admit I was a little embarrassed, even though there was really nobody around to see it. This woman, who I'd thought would be such an easy touch, was turning out to have more on the ball than I had expected. That she'd just call the cops like that, even though I KNEW she had dope in the house, suggested she was either crazy or had an in with the department somehow. I'd seen stuff like that before. More than one bad cop has stolen "product" during a bust, and then turned around...
Journal of an Agent: Chapter 2 – Katie Holmes "Dean, call on line 3," buzzed in Julie. Her call had awoken me from my day dreaming. "Take a message. I’m…busy," I replied. "That’s bullshit and you know it. It’s pretty important, you should take it. It’s Katie Holmes," she replied, hanging up the phone. Sometimes I swear the only reasons I keep Julie around is because she looks so good and that she knows what the hell she is doing when I don’t. Today I had to restrain myself again...
Paw tole me "Iffen ya wants yer own man ya gots to be ready to get off the pot and find him by ya lonesome." Ya'll kin call me "Sadie" even iffen my Christian moniker be Drusilla. I never abided by that silly name cause it sounded so evil-like. Us'en Hawkins folks are unusual strange and that's a fact. None of my kin has got any book-larning like the normal folks down in the holla cause us'ens scarce leave the mountain. That's the way of it and that be no lie. My mam looks powerful...
Mindy Holmes: EpilogueMindy did find success in the corporate world. She rose to prominence quickly… first as a scholar with acknowledgements from many renown universities and intuitions that she had attended and then received degrees and citations of honors from… all proudly framed and displayed throughout her large corner office in the penthouse suites of her fathers corporation. She was the undisputed Second In Command and the heir to the kingdom when the appropriate time came. She was in...
"Dean, call on line 3," buzzed in Julie. Her call had awoken me from my day dreaming. "Take a message. I'm... busy," I replied. "That's bullshit and you know it. It's pretty important, you should take it. It's Katie Holmes," she replied, hanging up the phone. Sometimes I swear the only reasons I keep Julie around is because she looks so good and that she knows what the hell she is doing when I don't. Today I had to restrain myself again from asking her out, for she looked...
Sorry, there is no sex yet… I will get there, but I need to build up the story first! As always, comments are appreciated and constructive criticism is even more so appreciated! Thanks for reading! ???? -WonnderWoman >,<,>,<,>,<,>,<,>,<,>,<,>,<,>,<,>,<,>,<,>,<, 2:20 p.m. within the last 10 minutes this was the third time I had looked up at the clock, hopeful for English to be over. I usually enjoyed the lectures, but that was until the seating chart...
We meet in a hotel room. I knock on the door, you shout ‘enter’ and I walk in. You are standing in the middle of the room dressed in a tight black pvc waspie, matching thigh boots, collar, arm length gloves, a riding crop in one hand and a wide slave collar in the other. You are wearing a large black strap-on and on the bed are various sex toys, dildo’s, butt plugs, etc. You tell me to strip and place the collar around my neck – tight. My cock and balls are already tied tight with my latex...
“Sadie Meets Oronjelo”By Denuded Man-berriesI have always had to have a loud growl to keep the boys from thinking I am a pushover just because of my small size. I also have trouble with people thinking I am much younger than I actually am. Sometimes I will go months without having sex because people think I am u******e, and what makes it worse is that most who don’t mind really do think I am that young and it’s creepy.So a lot of times I end up alone, but then I met Oronjelo. It was a crazy...
Naked RevengeBy sadie dark©Act 1. Jane has fucked me. I gave her myself, my love, my respect and she pissed on it all. She betrayed me with Alice and she's cost me my job and my reputation. Act 2. Before she leaves me and my shattered reputation, I must punish her. And it must be a revenge that is unforgettable, painful and utterly satisfying for me. So I'm visiting her as usual, pretending I don't know about her betrayal. But before I arrive I call on Julie. We talk, she understands, we...
Looking for Holmes By Miss Anonna I was looking into buying a new house and had a few in mind so I called a realtor and asked him to show me a few. He sounded young on the phone and I had asked him how much experience he had. He told me he had just received his license and I would be his first sale if he made one to me. He had asked me if I wanted a more experienced realtor that his colleague would step in but I assured him he would do just fine as I knew what I wanted. He agreed to meet me...
So how would this begin, so many different ways to unleash the wild and very scary obsession and love, almost endless passion that my, "NiNNa" Sarah Holmes, has for me before any other man. Well it would have to start way back, back in the time, I would say the year was 2003, the summer of the beginning of the true HipHop Evil Empire, that would be when my Musical business partners in crime Jimmy Iovine, Dr. Dre, Eminem, and 50 Cent, was controlling the Airwaves, music scene, and the entirety...
Looking for HolmesBy Miss AnonnaI was looking into buying a new house and had a few in mind so I called a realtor and asked him to show me a few. He sounded young on the phone and I had asked him how much experience he had. He told me he had just received his license and I would be his first sale if he made one to me. He had asked me if I wanted a more experienced realtor that his colleague would step in but I assured him he would do just fine as I knew what I wanted. He agreed to meet me that...
MILFAt my request, Palmerston fetched Victoria's hairbrush from her dressing room. Wanting to explore and enjoy her svelte body outside the confines of the bed, I drew her down to the bear-skin laid before the hearth where she knelt in front of me; a slim hourglass silhouette with her naked bottom perched on her heels. Working from the tips, I untied the glossy blonde rope of her plait and began to brush it out, savouring the silky texture of her hair and including more than a little sensual...
November 1978 Friday wasn’t a good day. The story of Melanie’s accident swept through the school. I didn’t hear any rumors of suicide, which made me feel a bit better. After my second period class, I went to the pay phone and called the number at the hospital that Mrs. Spencer had given me. They called her to the phone, and she told me that Melanie was doing better and that she was awake. Mrs. Spencer told me that they planned to move Melanie out of the ICU late Friday if there were no...
It was late in the day. I was sitting alone on the front steps of my apartment building, the cold cement numbing my ass and sending a chill down my legs. The wind blew and in the midst of the rattling autumn leaves I lifted tremblings fingers to my mouth and drew deeply on a smouldering cigarette. Acrid, smooth smoke filled my lungs, triggering the release of endorphins. I paused a moment before exhaling slowly, the white cloud that flowed over my lips disappearing into the hungry wind before I...
I figured this would be a cake walk. I mean, how hard could it be to talk an old woman out of a pair of roller skates that she didn't use, which were gathering dust in some closet somewhere, or maybe that garage Ronnie had talked about in her soliloquy. Mom had no use for them—her daughter wanted them. Parents want their kids to be happy, right? And, I'm an intimidating looking fellow, I'm told, so if just asking didn't work, I'd intimidate the old bat a bit. That's why I didn't plan...
That trip back to Chicago would make a story in itself, but suffice it to say that twenty-four hours later I was sitting in my office. My cracked ribs were tightly encased in what made me look like a practice mummy or something, where the lesson of the day was "Cover the torso and wait for the instructor to check your work." I was three hundred bucks in the red, and it was only that much because I drove myself to the hospital, instead of taking an ambulance. The emergency room doctor had...
Plan D involved a visit to Melody Hartwig, who was a family law attorney I knew. I'd done a couple of surveillance jobs for her and we had chatted about the law on an informal basis. I gave her my discounted fee both times. She worked in a rough part of town and was a do-gooder. I knew she didn't gouge her clients, but I also knew that whatever I charged her would be passed on to the client. I have a little do-gooder in me, too, though I try hard to control that impulse. Melody welcomed me...
I actually only had one other idea and it didn't involve any associates. In fact, it didn't even involve going to Ohio again. Plan E required that I spend a day—and it took all day—limping carefully from one pawn shop to another, until I found a pair of white leather roller skates with red wheels. They were a little worse for the wear, but that was to be expected of something at least fifteen years old. I didn't know how old these skates were, but they looked like they could be more than...
I HAD thought about her case and I DID have another plan ... sort of. I admit I was a little desperate at this point. Having been given a reprieve for trying to pull a fast one, and knowing I would have at least one more chance to make her happy, I had been thinking about what had gone wrong during my earlier abortive attempt at burglary. I didn't feel bad about trying that. The way I was thinking about it, those skates belonged to Ronnie, Melody's complicated musings be damned. It...
My cover was blown. There was nothing I could do about that. But it wasn't illegal for me to be there and it wasn't illegal for me to watch her through a periscope on public property. Even if she called the cops, they had nothing to hold me on. She'd destroyed the only crime scene she could claim I was involved with when she moved all those boxes outside. They might try to hassle me, but it wouldn't go anywhere. Even if I wasn't licensed in Ohio, I still had the right to be where I was,...
I called Ronnie and suggested we go out for dinner. I wasn't thinking of it as a date. It was more to get her into a setting where the food might ease the disappointment of failure. She sensed something was wrong. "What happened?" she asked. "I can't just ask you out to dinner?" "Bob!" she warned. That bullshit meter of hers was SO sensitive. "OK, things didn't turn out very well ... again." "What happened?" Her voice had that tired quality to it that is so often there in a...
The ride back to Chicago was different in many ways from what Peaches and I had gone through only hours before. The general atmosphere was different, for one thing. Ronnie sat there, with those skates on her lap, stroking them and humming. She was staring out the windshield and not saying much. That was OK, though. Most people try to fill a silence when they're together, but this silence was comfortable. In fact, I'd say the atmosphere in the car was just plain comfortable. The ordeal was...
There are situations in a man's life when time gets all fucked up. The first time that happened to me was in the very first football game I was a starter in. I was a normally second stringer and was used to sitting on the bench. Then the guy who played end got hurt, just before an away game, and suddenly I was out in front of all those people and the team was depending on me. I don't remember there being any time during that game. I was either playing or standing on the sidelines watching...