A Week of Harmony
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These are modern times. Times in which women can stand on equal footing with men. If you surveyed most women in the Western world, you would likely find that very few of them are looking for a white knight in shining armor to rescue them. The concept of a ‘damsel in distress’ no longer exists, I am sure most women would tell you that. Javier James King would never have thought of himself as a knight. In fact, he was a bit terrified of horses. The first (and only) time he had gone riding as a...
Harmony and Melody By Cal Y. Pygia Harmony and Melody were lesbian lovers. Their real names weren't Harmony and Melody, but Gretchen Smart and Cynthia Howard. However, Harmony and Melody were a duet, and, as such, they thought, as did their agent, Mindy Swanson, that the duo needed stage names with more pizzazz. Like their same-sex orientation, their stage names added appeal to their cute faces and curvy figures. The fact that they actually could sing was almost an...
(Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts Castle) John sat in the Headmaster's Office across from a Furious Looking Harmony Ashcroft, which was justified in her defence. He did afterall Enchant her Quill to right obscenities on her tests, and cast a temporary illusion over it to make sure that only she saw what she had thought she had written. And he had of course Swapped out her Wand with a Fake one. But one could hardly blame him for a juvenile antics, unless they knew of the bad blood between the...
I recommend you read the first 3 parts to understand this relationship: So a few weeks after our last hot sexual interlude I received word through the g**** vine that Harmony was pregnant, either by me or her husband Matt is to this day still unknown, Harmony want to believe it is from our last encounter together. Fast forward 15 years, I had lost contact with harmony over the intervening years, and I had all but put our relationship into my memory archives which I droped into on some of those...
This story is pure fiction from my perverted imaginationNot long after university, I went touring round America in the summer relying on getting lifts. When in Arizona I was thumbing for a lift in the middle of nowhere when a big old Buick stopped. He wound down the window and I clocked that they were an old couple, she was maybe in her late sixties and chubby, he was not much older. But what struck me as strange was that she wore a low-cut sleeveless shift short dress that hardly hid massive...
Harmony Junction was a prosperous town, everything considered. We had finally gotten rid of the last of the carpet baggers, and, except for slavery, things had pretty much returned to the sleepy pulse of life before the War. One big advantage we had now was that the Comanche wars were a thing of the past. Most of our problems, at least the ones that I was officially interested in, were confined to White bandits or White idiots. Among the idiots are those that can't seem to have fun without...
I settled back into my routine and things went along their quiet way until fall came around. I had been on the job for 15 months, and I was well adjusted to the unsettled hours and moments of pure panic that went with this job. Mostly, though, living was pretty easy, as we all used to say. I spent most of my time being social with the merchants and other townsfolk, and taking care of the occasional fight in a saloon. I hadn't had any real dust up in about six months, so I expected something...
It all started during Desert Storm in Kuwait, I was I was wounded when the vehicle I was riding in took an RPG hit, My crew and I took minor damage, nothing serious I had a broken wrist the some cuts and bruising, we were evacuated to a field hospital for treatment. I was met at the facility by a young medic who was to be my attendant during my treatment, Her name was Harmony, she stood about 68 or 69 inches tall, had nice brown hair and hazel eyes, and a sweet smile that could melt the...
We had arrived. One hundred and sixty very excited women and twenty kids disembarked the Fortune. We had docked up to one of the naval ships that patrolled Delta space. They were the guys that my younger brother Rick, wanted to join, the Delta Space Police Force or DSPF. We women ranged in age from eighteen to thirty-four years. We were all different shapes, heights, races and religions. The two things we had in common were that we were female and single. About fifteen of the women had kids...
I am a 55 year old mother of one, divorced for several years. I have largely waited for my Alex to go off to Uni, leaving me alone in the house much of the time, before I got startedon my sexual adventures. This is NOT one of those.Alex was recently back for the weekend. I went out to do a food - shop for Alex to take back to Uni with him. When I lefthe was alone, but unbeknown to him I had ordered the shop via click and collect. This is a service where you order on line, they get it all...
Tesco Tart - Part Four. Chapter Eight - Becoming Michelle. David had quite a night to himself. Immersing himself in the femininity of Michelle after his unwillingly self exposing shopping trip, he had decided to both seize and savour the opportunity to dress fully as Michelle for the remainder of his precious weeks holiday from his relentlessly unsatisfying employment. That night his shame, confusion and self anger had cascaded into sweet feminine indulgence as he had greedily...
Tesco Tart - Part Five - Chapter Nine - Michelle stays for the weekend. Michelle woke around noon the next day. Finding herself still fully dressed from the previous nights feminine indulgence she found herself instantly aroused. Tracing her hands down over the cool feminine form of her white satin blouse barely containing her B cup breasts she quickly slipped the black pleats of her skirt up to get hold of her waking erection. Replaying her dreams of secretarial servitude as...
I heard footsteps behind me, running. I turned to look and was grabbed. A hand came round and clamped over my mouth, the other one circled my waist. He must have been hiding behind a bush in one of the front gardens.I wriggled and struggled, but the arm round my waist was just too tight, but I had one arm almost free. I remembered a few self-defence lessons I’d learnt and I knew I should use my free arm to try to startle and wind him. I dug the heel of my hand into his ribs with all my...
MatureHe showed me into the room next to the one we were in. I should think it was once a dining room. It was as he had described it. The lighting made it feel comfortable, even cosy.“I’ll leave you to undress and put on the gown that’s hanging over there. I’ll be back shortly.” He went out and closed the door behind him.When he came back, I had done as he asked, but I said to him “I’m not going to pussyfoot about with this thing if you don’t mind,” and shed the gown.I saw him swallow hard, and then...
MatureYou might want to read the 1st two posts of how harmony and I met and fucked: After Desert Storm all units were returned back to their respective "Home Base" as it were. Harmony's unit was sent back to California, upon return I was reassigned to the army signal school as an instructor for two years and lost track of harmony. After my stint as an instructor I was sent to Alaska. I processed in and had to report to the TMC (Troop Medical Clinic) for my physical after I was poked and prodded I was...
In the previous tale I described how Harmony and I met and started our relationship in the Saudi Desert, After our second meet and the great night actually fucking this lovely, our units went their separate ways, We lost contact with each other until the actual liberation of Kwait took place, After the Iraq forces were chased bck to their country things settled down and the army started its draw down and returning units home, My battalion arrived at the port to have our vehicles and storage...
We spent three full days packing, two days shopping in Brisbane, one in Sydney, two in New York and three in Paris. We also visited about thirty other places in the two weeks as we did a worldwide tour of Earth. The longer stay in Paris was just because Crystal and Pearl wanted to go there at least once and they wanted to hit the fashion shops. Us blokes were outvoted. Apparently, Crystal and Pearl had three votes each to our one. I have a feeling they were trying to hoodwink us, but Mike...
Tesco Tart - Part Three. Chapter Five - Prelude To a New Self. David's Monday morning start back at work had actually began on the previous Thursday afternoon on waking from his deep, post night shift sleep. He woke refreshed and after a quick shower realised that he should savour every hour of his remaining week off as it would be back to the grind on Monday. His thoughts were full of making a fresh start with the female staff at the store and so, over a light 'breakfast'...
All writings in this series are purely works of fiction and any reference to companies or people are fictitious for the purposes of this fictional writing. Tesco Tart - Part 9. Michelle took her seat again in the now vacant canteen which, void of the lively chatter and gossip was a clinical and lifeless place. As she took mental note of the time displayed on the ominously ticking clock she sat in quiet solitude as she considered her new reality in the stores workforce. In...
Sue was lonely. Thirty five and divorced she felt her life was a wreck. John said he still loved her but she’d had a skin full of his alcoholism and having to bail him out of his money problems. She discovered to her lament that was the worst thing ever she could have done to help his problem. He just kept drinking and there was no hope. Finally she through in the towel although she still loved him but without the warmth of love she began to lose all hope for the future and her hopes to have...
341 a day in the life of…J.A.M. Tart, Fellow of the school of skiversIt was a Wednesday, James, Albion, Martin, Tart, (one of the Yorkshire branch of the Tart family,) known to every silly bugger as ‘Jammy’, hated Wednesdays, well it was neither fish nor fowl, it was a long way from the coming weekend and a drag from the last and Jammy lived for weekends. The rest of the weekdays was a drag for him, and Wednesdays were the worse. He was waiting for the post, out of work he had tried (at least...
Other than the fact that Linda was a dark haired twenty two year old female with long legs, a generous bust line and a sexy Mediterranean look, she bore a striking resemblance to Joseph Stalin. She had been told this many times and actually mistaken for him twice. “I know it sounds retarded, but if only I could be tart again. If only I could be somehow retarted, I would be so gosh golly happy.” Linda decided to call her friend Pricilla on her cellular phone. Pricilla was...
All writings in this series are purely works of fiction and any reference to companies or people are fictitious for the purposes of this fictional writing. Tesco Tart - Part 8 "Hi Miss Havlin, welcome to the store." Claire didn't even reply. She didn't have to. Miss Baxter continued, "That's better David. I've asked Miss Havlin to sit in on our meeting this morning as I feel her previous experience in Human Resources and opinion could be valuable in what could be a...
After our first amazingly intense night of fucking each other's brains out, and then getting off in the ski tow top station the next day, Cathy asked me could she stay with me each time she came to the mountain. Of course I said “Yes that would be great”, she arrived the next Friday evening, looking excited, eyes sparkling. Her light brown curls, fair skin and freckles, were set off by a mid tone reddish brown lipstick and her favourite white jacket. My room mates stared at her in rapt...
English Suburban Naughty Secretsthings started to get more horny and exciting for Mrs Nasima Patel. Hello I am Nasima . I'm 32 from Yorkshire moved to London when I married Omar and As far as I know, Omar has always been a faithful BF and I have no reason to believe that he has ever cheated on me. I, on the other hand, cannot say the same about myself. I am a good Indian girl use to wear the hijab innocent Muslim girl my old white boss and company directors ask me to change my dress code.So...
Old man George was a horny old man. His wife had been dead a while and he mostly jacked off these days. His one enjoyment was to spy on his sexy neighbor’s daughter and to flip through his dirty magazines.Sasha was a tart who liked to strip in front of her window and give anybody who was watching a cheap thrill. She did other things if she was drunk. Sasha was a tease and was good at it.She had long red hair and a pair of tits you just wanted to touch. She had creamy white skin and the...
TeenI spent the Christmas and New Year split between my grandparents and the Alvarez family. I was reasonably well received by Marianna’s parents, probably because Donna also vouched for me. I wasn’t surprised to find that several of the Alvarez family were musicians and New Year’s Eve was nothing short of a blast. With guitars, trumpets, Donna’s base fiddle, a couple of tambourines and a lot of hooting and hollering, it was the most fun I’d had at any party. By the end of the evening, well...
“What do you think?” my wife asked, turning her head sideways and giving me a look that was both shy and teasing.“I like it. I like it a lot,” I replied as Karen turned her attention back to the full-length mirror in our bedroom. She tugged at the hem of the red dress she had just bought. It was a couple of inches shorter than she would normally wear and ended well above her knees.I should explain that it had been bought for a specific event. For some years, my wife had been involved in a group...
SwingersJust graduated from the British School of Aerospace Navigation, I stared at my new ship, HMS Harmony. Being a pilot was my life long dream, and today I am living it. "Hello Captain Valentine." A voice echoes through the controll room as I enter. The synthetic voice sounded like a sweet secretary rather than an A.I. program. "I am Blossom, your personal A.I. system for helping pilot. Please state your full name."
Remix, Chapter 4 : Harmony. By Brevdravis Wardrobe was beginning to become a problem for James. Dejectedly, he tried pair after pair of his pants, noting how each of them reached the same point on his legs before they became uncomfortably tight. They were not too long, since he had not lost a centimeter of his height, but the crushing sensation about his hips made the garments virtually unwearable. Admitting defeat, he retrieved the pair of sweatpants that he had worn...
The Retirement Home Lessons Learned - Harmony Achieved As Kathy arrived home for the night, she couldn't help but to wonder what Pete had in store for her. She went ahead and got ready for bed as instructed, and hoped that Pete would be able to remove the lock from her special panties, so she could be free of the nasty pad she had dealt with all day long. She was happy that this was not something she had to experience on monthly basis, and considered how lucky men and...
The food is getting cold ?Men are not good,? ?????????????????????????? ??Men are not evil, ? ?????????????????????????? ??Men are both good and evil,? ?????????????????????????? ??Achieve both, ? ?????????????????????????? ??and you will achieve harmony? ? The Path of Man The food is getting cold. Where the hell is that idiot? Jill berates herself for thinking such things, but facts are facts. Everyday, Jill would rush home from work and cook dinner for her master. The dinner which...
Jess "The Snake" Hawkins and the rest of the Copperhead Gang were prominent on several wanted posters. They were mostly known for bank robberies, but they had been know to hit trains and stage coaches, too. They were vicious cut-throats who had no pity for any of their victims. I could only assume that they were here for our two banks. Neither of the banks held much, alone, to interest a gang of bandits, but the two banks, together, were a different story. I couldn't ignore this, but how...
I This story is partly autobiographical. It's my first attempt so don't be too hard on me, please But I would appreciate genuine criticism.. * Be Careful of Tarts and Vicars by Joanne Barbarella I will never forget the day when she came into my life and changed it (and me) in ways I never dreamed of. At that time I was 17 -just- and a skinny nerd with an inferiority complex a mile wide. I had just left school and was looking for a job, so far without luck. Anyway,...
It was the first time that Karen had worked from her bosses’ home. Late Friday night the urgent contract was still unfinished so at nine o’clock they called it a day and she agreed to do overtime the next day. However, since the office was in town and they all lived in the same village for the two of them to go to the office didn’t make sense.Whilst they were working Liz wandered in to offer them coffee dressed only in a dressing gown. Liz was Ron’s wife and professional partner. Karen knew...
hi me and my wife of 10years are a horny cpl always fucking well i try my best but never realy been enough 4 her realyeven throu i had her from a young ageshe was well advanced.she always makes me finish in seconds when she confessers he past.as she says she was a four fingerd virgin her first time was shit as most is but her second time is a horny long summer she fucked 5 lads reguley most of the time in the same night shed get drunk wit themthen one by one thered fuck her senceless in...
Janice and I had corresponded for many years, sending each other videos, then dvds of our antics, plus any other similar material we could find, of other OTT TVs in sexual situations, like Lady Tina, Barbi Satin and Alexis Divine. Usually with a smoking fetish theme, along with heavy makeup, and PVC and rubberwear. Jan lives in Oxon, but I got a chance to go and meet her, eventually, to do some filming together. She's 6'2", without heels, and such a horny tart. Her films always got me horny....
My makeup was perfect. Well, I say perfect, others would disagree. My red lips glistened with 4 coats of shiny lipgloss. Outlined in black liner, overdrawn to make the lips look large, and inviting. Heavy red blusher outlined my high cheekbones. My eyes were coated in a mix of eyeshadow and vaseline, giving the pink and white segments a shiny wet look, below the two inch long, heavily mascara'd eyelashes. The back combed platinum blonde wig, piled high above large diameter, dangly hoop...
Tesco Tart - Part One. David's new reality began with a simple Tannoy call on an otherwise unremarkable day in his unfulfilling but necessary role in the supermarket giant's workforce as a shelf packer. "Staff announcement....David Wilson to the Manager's office.." Chapter One - David David was gutted at every stage of his attendance at the job that paid his mortgage etc, although with careful budgeting it also left him enough in his pocket to actually have a life of his own...
Tesco Tart. - Part Two. Chapter Four - In for a penny... "Bit tight on top maybe" David unconsciously said out loud as he felt the fabric and cut of the Checkout Supervisor's smart navy blue suit. After a quick check of his watch and, seeing that he still had at least forty minutes alone in the store before his night shift colleagues returned from their outside 'lunch' break he set about fulfilling his perverted sissy ambition. He still couldn't believe the luck of his...
All writings in this series are purely works of fiction and any reference to companies or people are fictitious for the purposes of this fictional writing. Tesco Tart - Part 6 All of what had occurred in David's time off work slipped into the distance as he prepared for his Monday morning back at the store. Michelle's clothes were washed, dried and ironed and hung neatly back in her wardrobe. Only her black basic housekeeping dress remained unwashed, stuffed into the washing...
All writings in this series are purely works of fiction and any reference to companies or people are fictitious for the purposes of this fictional writing. Tesco Tart - Part 7 David took his usual seat in the staff canteen and quietly considered this new development in the Store Management team. Sitting alone was the norm for David for several reasons, some his own choosing and some the obvious decision of his colleagues both male and female. In David's mind he was happy not to...
All writings in this series are purely works of fiction and any reference to companies or people are fictitious for the purposes of this fictional writing. Tesco Tart - Part Ten. Claire watched with smug accomplishment as Michelle dutifully and obediently responded to her new Supervisor's command and stepped out of her office, respectfully closing her door softly behind her. Her modest Checkout Supervisor's office was one of two doors off of the main checkout office, the other...
All writings in this series are purely works of fiction and any reference to companies or people are fictitious and for the purposes of this fictional writing. Tesco Tart - Part Eleven. Michelle's first day on the Checkout Staff passed in a blur of beautiful sissy humiliation. Some subtle, some not so subtle as she carried out her allocated tasks. It seemed she was the busiest girl on the staff as she was called constantly back and forward between Miss Havlin and the Checkout...
All writings in this series are purely works of fiction and any reference to companies or people are fictitious and for the purposes of this fictional writing. Tesco Tart - Part Twelve. Miss Havlin had her own priorities. It was, after all a new role for her also. Her's as Checkout Supervisor and Michelle's as an idiotic, delusional sissy crossdresser with a Checkout Girl fantasy. First impressions had been made with her Checkout staff but relationships had yet to be...
At home, I’ve been needy all day, so I make sure you can see me as I slide my leopard print thong up my bare legs and under my short black skirt so it presses snuggly against my already wet lips. I keep glancing at you over my shoulder, as I make sure you and everyone at the bar later will be able to see the curve of my big braless tits, always smiling when I catch you looking. I press myself against you, lifting up on my tiptoes to kiss you and feeling the bit of bulge in your pants before...
OutdoorAt home, I’ve been needy all day, so I make sure you can see me as I slide my leopard print thong up my bare legs and under my short black skirt so it presses snuggly against my already wet lips. I keep glancing at you over my shoulder, as I make sure you and everyone at the bar later will be able to see the curve of my big braless tits, always smiling when I catch you looking. I press myself against you, lifting up on my tiptoes to kiss you and feeling the bit of bulge in your pants before...
Swingers[August, 1678] Oxford, Oxfordshire SANDRINE WAS EXPECTED, but her blackness clearly surprised Heathcoate and Mistress Geraldine. The latter was, initially, plainly skeptical and uneasy about Sandrine’s presence, but she was superficially welcoming. Even as Sandrine and Amélie began their work in the shop Geraldine remained withdrawn and circumspect in the presence of Sandrine. For her part Sandrine kept an open and pleasant attitude around the printer’s wife. She was used to being the object...
There's no denying that my mother is a very beautiful woman.At 45 years old, she's able to turn more heads touring my college campus than women half her age. And for good reason too, because simply put, she's hot. I couldn't blame anyone for checking her out because of how busty she looked with her voluptuous breasts and her shapely rear end. And as a real estate agent, she would always dress in tight fitting professional business outfits which brought out her curves even more. Her long wavy...
Jack went into the pub where he had seen the girl before hoping that she would be there again, if nothing else for a dodgy East London pub they did a nice single malt Scotch. Previously he had been home on leave and needed some company Charlie was a call girl but Jack found her fun as well as good in bed. In all he had seen her four times. Trouble was he had lost her number and the mate he got it from had left the marines and they had lost touch.As Jack sipped his double, he saw he was in luck,...
Si my boyfriend had been looking forward to this Saturday night, it was Mike's stag do and this meant it was going to be something with a twist. Well with Mike it always is and this instance it was a joint stag and hen. These 2 were so in love and we all had the same group of friends so made sense. The only thing holding Si back was the theme. As usual every stag & hen needs a theme and this was Vickers and Tarts. Yep the girls as Vickers and the boys as Tarts. Si had been trying to ignore...
Fiona Cali was casted for the lead role in an upcoming lesbian flick. Linda Perkins, the proprietor of Safemme Studios, lusted after her. Hence, she lured Fiona by offering her a handsome amount and invited her at home to sign the contract. At Linda's residence, Fiona gave in to her sexual advance. And she was definitely gratified by her erotic maneuver. Cast of Characters: Major Characters: Fiona Cali: Protagonist. Linda Perkins: Lesbian proprietor of Safemme Studios. Minor Characters: Ralph...
LesbianYoung, slender Becky Larson had been, as ordered, secured over the top of the large oak table in my private dinning chamber. She was dressed in a crisp catholic schoolgirl uniform consisting of a starched white blouse which buttoned up the front, a short plaid skirt, white knee highs, white cotton panties/bra and her hair had been put up in little schoolgirl pig-tails. Becky was tied with her shapely smooth legs pinioned with narrow black leather straps at the knees, her ankles bound...
We had been invited to a Tarts & Vicars party which was being held to raise funds for a local rugby club, now as we were happy to support local things and thought it might be fun we agreed to go.Gill dressed in a black wetlook basque with no cups so her tits hung free. Stockings suspenders and high heels. She covered her massive tits with a white opaque blouse and short pleated skirt. We were stood in a corner watching a group of middle aged women all dressed like tarts dancing in the...
Two Tarts in a Kitchenby oggbashan©From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:Two C's in a K (for "two cunts in a kitchen"), is slang used within the advertising industry for a type of television commercial and other advertising. Generally, the commercial shows two women in a domestic scene, discussing, using, or otherwise portraying the advertiser's product in a positive manner. This method has been typical for advertising targeted at women, such as commercials for household cleaning products,...
l had been invited to a Tarts & Vicars party whichwas being held to raise funds for a local football club, now as l was between girlfriends and l didn't have much of a sex life l agreed to go.So there l was standing in a corner dressed like a vicar watching a group of middle aged women all dressed like tarts dancing in the middle of the dance floor, as virtually everyone was in a couple l was thinking of leaving and going home when suddenly the DJ annouced that the next dance would be one...
********************************************************************************Disclaimer:Original Story belongs to cuckoldtony...this is just another favourite i have posted i changed it a little to incormporate my personal interest in how the story should go as for my erotic tasts..the oringial story characters and everything else belongs to cuckoldtony. visit his page at literotica.com/stories and enjoy!*******************************************************************************Watching...
To be honest, I never actually considered this to be a fetish, until I met Kathy anyway. I think most guys (and some women too) enjoy squirting, cumming, watching their spunk spurting against a pair of luscious breasts. They don't have to be large one's either, just breasts. And not like it's an all the time thing either, just once in a while, that dirty, naughty, somewhat kinky mood hits. And you want to squirt on a pair of nice looking titties. I'd done it a few times, like most I'd...