Sherlock Holmes and the case of the Virgin Bride
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His 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...
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,...
LesbianPalmerston'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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Part II : Annie It has been a day since Sheyla saw her dad fuck her sister. She couldn’t believe it, her dad fucking her 14 years old sister, it was unbelievable. She was wondering if the opportunity arrised, would he fuck her too. She was the only virgin of her class. Most of the girls at school were little sluts who fucked older men. There was a friend of hers, her name was Annie who fucks almost every girl’s dad. She was a 5’4 brunette with a tight little ass and C cup breasts. She acted...
Part I : Cassie “ Oh yeah DAAADDDDYYYY!!!! Fuck me harder, fuck your baby girl like you’ve never fucked a woman before.” That was what Sheyla was hearing in her room. The moans where coming from her sister Cassie’s room. She couldn’t believe it, her 14 years old sister was getting fucked hard by their 32 years old dad. Well, let us start with some details, Sheyla is a 17 years old girl, with long blond hair, a very nice ass that any man wants to grab and play with and a 32 DD boobs...
The tan skirt of her business suit had ridden far up her leg, exposing most of her chocolate thighs. By a slight turn of the head, Nathan cautiously caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. Peeking at her long, sexy legs was a temptation he could not resist. Nathan’s heart began to race as he felt the sweat building up on his forehead and around the collar of his shirt. He loosened his tie in an attempt to get some relief, but no matter how much he concentrated, he could not avert his eyes...
The tan skirt of her business suit had ridden far up her leg, exposing most of her chocolate thighs. By a slight turn of the head, Nathan cautiously caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. Peeking at her long, sexy legs was a temptation he could not resist.Nathan’s heart began to race as he felt the sweat building up on his forehead and around the collar of his shirt. He loosened his tie in an attempt to get some relief, but no matter how much he concentrated, he could not avert his eyes...
InterracialHello everyone, my name is Nik, I’m a 19 year old btech student currently in Bangalore. Since puberty,I’ve been one of those people who have a high sex drive. My mind is constantly on sex,and being bisexual, my dirty mind doesn’t spare anyone ;) However I’ve never met anyone for real until this incident which is a true story.. This happened a couple of weeks back when in an extremely horny mood i decided to post an ad of me as a male escort along with my photo on locanto. This story is 100%...
With the rest of the staff working over at the hospital to get the Taubett up and running, Cassie and Julie had the department to themselves. Eve spent most days working at her apartment, and only came into the uni for meetings. Stefan began sending Julie data from the scanner in the USA by the end of that first week. This seemed remarkably fast to Julie, but there were many problems with the initial data sets. The first scans were only of small regions of the body. The Taubett could only...
With the rest of the staff working over at the hospital to get the Taubett up and running, Cassie and Julie had the department to themselves. Eve spent most days working at her apartment, and only came into the uni for meetings. Stefan began sending Julie data from the scanner in the USA by the end of that first week. This seemed remarkably fast to Julie, but there were many problems with the initial data sets. The first scans were only of small regions of the body. The Taubett could only...
LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES. WISCONSIN! Maya felt a little queasy as she watched the women tugging at each other's hair in a desperate attempt to overpower their opponent. Everyone was cheering them on, as usual. She often wondered how much Hershey's syrup the club used every Thursday during this event. The two women where covered from head to toe in chocolate, you couldn't even see where their bikini's ended and their skin started. Maya was startled for a moment when the...
It was a beautiful fall day, sunny and unseasonably warm. My wife and I decided to go for a hike at our favourite spot a few miles from home. Julie and Randy were doing some gardening in their front yard and we had our usual neighbourly chat with them as we headed towards Debbie's car. It was close to three weeks since I had had a front row seat to a voyeur's wet dream. I was trying to be cool but as we talked, my mind's eye kept stripping off Julie's clothes to reveal her perfect...
VoyeurI had a gf for over a year, very gothic, short, long black hair, a nose ring, tats, and the cutest b cups I have ever seen. she was very open, bi sexual, very much so. Dana over the years had told me stories of her woman adventures always with a smile. One night we got to talking about sexual adventures and She wanted to have a threesome with her best friend whom she had already slept with. I said sure we could try, meet have a few drinks. She agreed get comfortable with each other etc. so she...
The next day when I got to work, I found out that I’d be traveling for business starting tomorrow and lasting a week. I called Kathy and told her. I told that since we always do things together, she should not see Pat without me there. She said that she would call her mistress and let her know that we always did everything together and she’d have to wait until I got back. When I got home, my wife said that her mistress was OK with waiting a week. I left the next morning heading for the ...
It’s a warm day of early summer. The sun’s shining and occasional perfectly white clouds glide in the sky. The beach is a large, isolated one with birch trees lining the sand. We arrive at the end of a dirt road that leads to the beach, park the car and hop out. There are a few other cars, I count five. I look at my watch, it’s six thirty. “We’re right on time.” I grab the towels and icebox, you the food. We make our way through a winding path between the black and white trunks and see the...
Author’s Note: It has been a long time since I wrote my first story. Life tends to get in the way. But here I am, and I hope you, the readers, will like this story. Also, a hat tip to Robertdoc and MeanBlackJack. They are the authors who’ve inspired me to write. As always, a writer craves feedback. Please rate the story and send in your comments, regardless of whether you like it or not. Anyway, on to the story. ***** ‘Daniel!’ She called as she wore her earrings. ‘How much time do we have...
-is there something interesting where your hand stoped? its firm, almost cold, i can feel your pressure and now its fondling my ass, stop that imediately!- there is no chance i can feel a tatoo? i mean its absolutely out of the question to be a bit wild and scratchy?- no, its an old one.she was feeling very embarassed. i could tell that easyly and she was so vulnerable.but my hand couldnt resist the heat.i liked that she talked about me stoping but she didnt moved away. the yellow panties was...
After her recent divorce, my wife's older sister, Riley, and her 19 year old son, Brian, came and stayed with us for several months. Her ex-husband was the quintessential asshole. None of us had liked him, and god knows we all tried. He was a redneck, white supremacist, owned too many guns, and basically believed the federal government was one giant conspiracy theory. Fortunately, to our knowledge, he had never physically abused Riley or Brian. Although, the mental abuse may have cut...
I am a girl, a female, I have tits and a pussy, and I love porn. OK we have that tiny piece of gender out of the way. I like to try to please, and to those men I shall never meet, I want to seduce you with my words and dirty thoughts, just to show you we girls like a bit of fun too.Admittedly we are the receivers, we let you put your cocks inside us and thrill to feel your seed try to impregnate us, it's a big gamble but it's a big part of the dominance theme, to allow a man to 'Bareback' you,...
Okay, so yes I sorta had the feeling that during our marriage she had been laid more than a few times by various other men, and again that actually turned me on and in time that turned out to be truer than I could have imagined. She’d been very discrete, but I’d spotted a few signs in the more recent months. Then a few weeks before this incident; in bed, after sex; I had jokingly suggested that I’d like to watch her with another guy; she’d looked at me seriously for 5 seconds or so, then she...
Copyright© 022106 It was un seasonably warm, hot to not put too fine of a point on it. And sweaty. She could feel the moisture of her own perspiration under her breasts and between her thighs. Sitting in front of the fan, naked and sweaty, only managed to increase her already elevated libido. When her man came home she thought that she just might have to rape him or at least rip off his clothes and have her wicked way with him. No - he was never in the mood it seemed... Her back was to her...
Sleep came eventually despite her mind flickering back to all sorts of raunchy images and thoughts. Muddled and nonsensical, she found herself in a variety of strange situations. In one scene she was riding a horse, but the saddle was a man lying down, so she had to mount him cowgirl style ride and ride him in a race for her life. In another scene she was being chased by mini panda bears wearing nutcracker uniforms wielding dildos. They kept catching her, but then she’d jerk one off and...
It was the summer after i had turned 18. I had moved in with my aunt to go to college in the fall. Enjoying a free open summer with nothing to do gave me much needed rest and time to just lay around and swim and tan in her pool. Once day snooping around in her room i found a dresser drawer fill of her toys. I know i was blushing as i took out a few looking at them. There was a few dildos in different sizes and and a couple vibs. I pulled out one very real looking dlido that had to be 9" and...
Charlotte Stokely and Lily Adams are in Lily’s bedroom. Charlotte asks Lily how the bet is going. Lily is sheepish. Looking away from her friend, she admits that she lost the bet. Lily! Yells Charlotte, hitting her with the pillow from the bed. Was Lily even going to tell her?? Of course she was, Lily responds, she was just embarrassed, she couldn’t even go two weeks without going on a date with a guy. She just couldn’t help herself. Well, was it worth it? Asks Charlotte, was...
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Chace McCartson - Part I (Prologue) Her insides were soft, warm, and damn tight... But what was really making me crazy was her shaking body... Or her whimpers, her wails, I couldn't say for sure. Nah, it was the way she was helpless, the way I was the master of her body. The way I owned her. The only two things she could do, the only things I allowed her to do, were scream and feel what I wanted her to. Erika's little body was struggling below mine, her thin wrists cuffed to the...
Batman: Personal Punchline by Nikki Jenkins The light flickered, casting an eerie light over the abandoned office. Papers lay scattered across a well-worn mahogany desk, intermittently scattered by an errant breeze from an open window. Snow flurries drifted past a lone, dark figure crouched in the opening. A long, black cape draped itself around his shoulders while a cowl disguised his face. A strong, square jaw...
Greetings to all readers of this site. I am a big fan of this Indian sex stories site and read almost all stories of it. I have been attached to this site for last many years and posted many experiences of mine. Let me introduce myself: I am Aryan from Delhi NCR and currently shifted to Noida to a good society where my expedition started again. I have been living a normal life since last incident long time back.Office to home and home to office but two months back I have been approached by a...
I always considered myself straight and definitely acted the part. However, when I was learning about sex and started looking at porn online, I would find myself searching for guys as well as girls. Something about comparing my cock to another guys interested me. I would get glimpses in the locker room and shower, but I was so nervous that I'd get caught looking that I never was able to take it all in. Early on I noticed a pair of my sister panties in the laundry room. It was a white lacy...
February 11, 1989, Chicago, Illinois Our drive from Syracuse to Chicago was mostly uneventful. There was some construction on the Ohio Turnpike that slowed us down, but otherwise, we listened to music, mostly alternative rock, and talked. The bulk of the conversation had been about my history with my sister, how it had started, what I thought had happened and why, and how it had progressed. I knew Jessica was extremely uncomfortable with the situation, but she’d agreed that we could work...
On a cool clear Autumn Saturday night, I decided to go downtown to the local watering hole and check on the action. It had been a few years since I’d been in our local tavern, and I was curious to see if there were any brand new faces among the old crowd. My small town was established in the seventeen hundreds and is part of the historical Civil War grounds. All the buildings downtown are very old and the tavern is no exception. It’s part of one of our oldest restaurants, The Spring House...
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