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JOANNA SMITH – SEAMAN APPRENTICE By Sailor 861 JoAnna Smith, 34, looked out her living room window with "harley anddavie," her very chatty parakeets, at the sheets of rain pelting downon a grey, muggy mid-September Sunday morning in downtown Philadelphia andglumly summed up the year in five words: fate, discovery, incident, interlude,introspection. Her shoulders, breasts and sex still ached from a B and D session gone terriblywrong a month ago. But she was slowly recuperating, her mind...
Joanna very carefully parked the car at the top of Brunswick Street, deep in the heart of the red light area. It was 1.45 on a Saturday night. Before getting out of the car Joanna checked her makeup, made sure that her cock was pulled right up into her crutch really tight with the little white thong that she was wearing and smoothed down her dress. One last check and she was out of the car. She slowly walked about twenty yards down Brunswick Street and stopped in between two large stone gate...
Joanna stood on the street corner and casually shifted her posture from one leg to the other. So far it had been a quiet evening for her with few punters around. Not many girls were plying the streets either. She’d had one customer earlier. He had been an Asian guy in a Toyota who’d stopped asking for business and after she’d explained the she was a cross dresser and he had readily agreed to anal sex .He was young, quite handsome and had treated her with kindness and respect. They’d driven to a...
My overseas trip back was uneventful: we flew through the night, I had an opportunity to work and blow my cock under the blanket; the seat beside me was empty. Returning home meant a heavy workload; however I managed to spent time on my hobby, photography. I have been taking landscape and portrait photos for a while now and, although not top professional quality, still quite good (from what people tell me…). The photo business has the tagline: “Professional – Friendly – Privat” and has worked...
JoannaHungover from the night before, Chris stumbled out of the shower and headed downstairs towards the kitchen, in search of orange juice. If nothing else, the OJ would quench his first - even if it could do nothing for the pounding in his head. The living room had been a tip the night before, at least, that was how Chris last remembered it. At some point in between then and now, the s**ttered bottles and empty cans had been scooped up. Good, Chris thought dimly - perhaps we can sort this out...
Ah yes, she's here again - the girl. I've been watching her for several weeks now. She and her friends hang out at the pool where I live. Several of them must be sub-letting for the summer because there's no way a college student could afford to live here on a regular basis. Then again, who knows? Parents give their k**s everything these days. Of course, I like to give them things too. Just not the things their parents give them, or would likely want them to have. Like the best oral sex of...
Joanna was the Assistant DA who was in charge of prosecuting my case. She was a tall with legs that seemed to go on forever. A neat dresser, she wore tailored suits with skirts a few inches above the knee, collared blouses with a pearl necklace and stockings and heels. All heads in the courtroom turned to watch her when she entered the room or got up to speak during the trial. She was more than just a pretty face and I have no doubts she would have seen that the jury would have convicted me...
This is a follow on to Luciana. It would help if you've read that. Can someone who is not who they were be trusted? Will retracing your steps solve anything, when nothing is the same... and should you try? It is not always possible to walk away even if you want to. The past is always there. There is some darkness, violence and general nastiness... so as before, be forewarned. Apologies if the Italian phrases are not exactly correct. Blame Google. This is a work of adult fiction. ...
Can George trust Naadiah, who he has just met, enough to forsake a weekend being Joanna at Dragon*Con to go to Toronto with the promise that he could transition and always be Joanna? Being Joanna A 14 Chapter Fanfic of 'Being Erica' (The CBC TV series that concluded 12/2011) By Sasha Zarya Nexus Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this...
RIDDEN BY JOANNAPART 1 - RIDING AND SEXMy ex-girlfriend, Joanna, was a professional rider. Horseback riding, pony training, even horse breaking at times were the pleasures she enjoyed much. For a girl born in Montana, having a huge horse farm, that was somewhat natural. Her mother, as well as her younger sister, Ann, were successful equestriennes too. Myself, as a guy born in a huge city, passion for horses was a completely strange feeling. I had no talent for riding and I hated doing things...
My friend Joanna doesn’t actually qualify as a “Neighborhood Milf” because for one, she doesn’t live in the neighborhood, having moved to Florida right after high school, where she has lived ever since. Two, she can’t really be considered a “Mom I’d like to fuck” because she isn’t a mother. Joanna came out of the closet years ago, and has lived with her lesbian partner for almost thirty years. You would have never never figured this back in high school, where she went out with several guys, and...
'Tickety tick, tick, tick, tick.' The Morse stream from the earphone was barely audible. The two men leaned closer to the radio set, frowns on their faces. "What do you make of it?" asked the taller of the men to the harried Radioman. "The hand's not experienced, like amateur," he replied in halting Norwegian. "The signal's faint... I think running low on battery power, maybe?" "Where are they?" asked the bearded, stooping, older man. "I think no more than 12 kilometres to...
Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled When I awoke it was dark. The door was open and the fluorescent light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel room ghastly white. I looked at the clock and groaned. "9:20? Fuck me.." The best-looking whores would all be gone. Having made their quota early they'd be home or off clubbing somewhere, but that didn't bother me much.. my mind was festering and my body so agitated it was doing a slow boil, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vivacious...
There once was a time in my life when I would have considered a man who liked watching other men fucking his wife a depraved degenerate asshole. How quickly things can change. It all started when my best friend and I were discussing the sad state of my marriage. The wife and I got along fine, but the passion was gone. We only occasionally had sex and when we did it was like both of us were doing it because we each felt that it was our duty to each other. Anyway, I was telling John my...
RFS Dupetit-Trouars lay anchored some 100 metres or so from the shore. Her anchor chains were coated in a thick green slime of tropical algae. Her hull, once gleaming white, was streaked with rust. The tricoleur flag draped lifeless from the staff on the stern. The cruiser's shafts had not turned for almost a year and very little maintenance had been done in that time. It was now little more than a floating headquarters for the French Pacific Squadron. Nearby lay RFS Linois, an antique,...
Joanna Cries out" What hell we was watching that". "No youuuu was watching that were sleeping, you expect us to come over just to watch some chick flick" "So what do want us to do" Now here's my opening to start things off to lead to some more explicit moments. "why don't we play spin the bottle" Liana jumps up" I'll get the bottle" Of course she with it the little freak. "now I don't want this to be regular spin the bottle I want to mix in some daring (fuck the truth). Since...
Joanna Cries out" What hell we was watching that". "No youuuu was watching that were sleeping, you expect us to come over just to watch some chick flick" "So what do Want us to do" Now here's my opening to start things off to lead to some more explicit moments. "why don't we play spin the bottle" Liana jumps up" I'll get the bottle" Of course she with it the little freak. "now I don't want this to be regular spin the bottle I want to mix in dare fuck the truth. So I came up...
RFS Chasseur didn't depart her pier at Atuona until the afternoon. Her port engine was causing trouble, a transfer pipe between the intermediate and low pressure cylinders was leaking steam badly. In any event, Commandant Krusenbourg decided to sail using just his starboard plant. This limited the torpedo boat's speed to 10 or so knots. It would now take them a good three days for the trip North to Eaio to uplift the American castaway, Hiram Willens. To compound matters, the Chasseur's...
Mia hatte den Mini an den rechten Straßenrand gelenkt und das Radio leiser geregelt. Malte hatte ihr den neuen Wagen erst letzte Woche vor die Türe gestellt und sie fand ihn keineswegs praktisch. Mia hatte den alten verbeulten Golf geliebt und mit diesem Hochglanz-Mini musste sie nun vorsichtig sein. Dabei hatte das Auto jede Menge Sensoren und Extras und piepte beim Einparken praktisch pausenlos. Natürlich war der Wagen sehr schön, aber eigentlich benötigte sie gar kein Auto. Von der großen...
Mia sat in the Resident Adviser’s office with her laptop open. Since Jesse was working all weekend they couldn’t exactly make plans to go on a second date, so she decided to keep him company on one of the evening shifts. She stared at the screen trying to find some inspiration for her assignment that was due on Monday, but reading her news feed on Facebook wasn’t exactly the source of information she needed. Jesse was on the phone taking calls. It wasn’t a busy night for him, but like Mia he...
First TimeMia felt the cold breeze of the air-conditioning make the hairs on her arm stand on end. The warmth from the setting sun was still beating down outside the car. Looking over to the driver seat through drowsy eyes, she smiled inwardly at herself as she admired the view of her boyfriend Jesse. They had already crossed quite a few state lines as they got closer and closer to their spring break retreat. Daytona Beach was the destination and they were planning to stay for the full week. Mia relaxed...
NovelsIt was almost dinner time when Mia got back to the apartment after Jesse dropped her off and brought in her luggage. Since he was working that night so they couldn’t really get the opportunity to hang out, but it gave Mia the chance to unpack and get settled back in. Patrice was back already, but Norah and Kris weren’t due to arrive until the following day. Mia felt a little apprehensive thinking about Norah’s arrival. She was waiting to tell her in person her decision to try things out with...
NovelsFaceva un gran freddo quella mattina.Il vento, fuori, sembrava non volere più fermare le sue raffiche impetuose.Dal caldo del mio letto diedi un’ occhiata annoiata al termometro che segnava 2 °C.“Cacchio che freddo !!” esclamai ancora assonnato, e mi rimboccai le coperte fino al naso beandomi di quella giornata di ferie.Dopo una ventina di minuti però, la voce imperiosa di mia madre mi costrinse a superare il momento di torpore e ad alzarmi dal letto.Ancora in stato di semi incoscienza mi...
Mia has always suffered from Clinical Depression and been in treatment since she was an infant. She is a troubled girl and difficult for our mother to control. Mia had tried suicide several times by the time she was 17. She had times when she was nearly normal and fun to be around. I remember her saying if there was just a cure, just any cure. Mia is a small woman, she stands 5'3" with a slender build, curly dark hair frames her pixie face and she is very attractive. Mia is older than me,...
“Hey, Lazy-arse, are you getting up yet?” “Hmmmmm,” Frankie groaned as she felt Mia give her shoulder a shake. It felt way too early to be getting up from sleep. “I thought you’d still be the one sleeping in since your body is used to Boston time.” Mia shook her head disapprovingly at Frankie’s lame excuse for a lie in. She placed a glass of water down on Frankie’s bedside cabinet and handed her a couple of headache tablets. It had been a boozy evening the night before and the party season...
Novels(Note from the author: Without giving too much away this chapter does not contain any 'sexy' material. If you have been following the story then you will know why. This chapter is pretty much damage control. That said hope you like and lots of cool stuff to follow. H xo)Two weeks and two days, sixteen days, just over a fortnight. It didn’t matter how she put it, at that moment it was the same amount of time since the evening she spent with Jesse and until the day she would be going home for the...
NovelsChapter 4 – Boys’ Night Dear Frankie, I know, I know – I’ve been so busy. The work load is nothing like back home. Here, there’s a bloody class test every couple of weeks and few surprise ones thrown in there too for good measure. Also, if I hear the words finals and turn paper again I may have to kill someone. As for that I can’t actually complain. Not too many changes in the social scene. Patrice has been using some of that Quebecer charm on the ladies here in Boston. I’ve been joking...
BisexualFor Jesse, ‘Boys Day’ turned out to be some of the best fun of Spring Break so far, even though he was reluctant at first to even leave the condo after his escapades in the shower with Mia that morning. After the first hour with the guys, Jesse was glad to be spending the day with them. Mark, his flatmate from university, goaded him into cutting loose for the day, suggesting water sports and cruising the beach. Jesse wasn’t stupid though – it was mostly a tactic for him to be Mark’s wing man...
Novels"Oh my gosh, Mia, you are crazy!" Christopher says, laughing as his friend Mia Matsumiya shimmies her slender body inside a circular metal wastepaper basket standing almost as tall as she is. The two pals are visiting The Container Store in New York--a shop specializing in selling various sized containers for almost every need. They've just had a nice lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant, and drifted inside the shop, intrigued by the store's title. Standing at an adorably miniature...
NOTE: To aid in the visualization, check out the "Mia Matsumiya: How To Be A Good Girl" thread in the Sex Stories section of the forum. Trust me, it'll be worth it! Mia Matsumiya, a 24 year-old beautiful Japanese violinist, is on the last leg of her tour in France with one of the avant-garde bands she plays with. This is a rare night off from playing though for the petite, 4'9" beauty, who by chance ran into a couple of friends--Lisann and her husband Rob--at an outdoor cafe earlier...
"Mr. Timmons?" the female voice asked on the phone. "This is Greg," I answered. "This is Mia. I'm in your wife's group." "Hi, Mia." After the youngest of our two children moved out of our single-story, four bedroom house a couple of years ago, Michelle ramped up her home business. My wife sold Superware, the handy-dandy, seal anything, leak proof storage containers. Once she kicked it into high gear, she advanced quickly to a district director. My wife almost every evening now had...
For a description of Mia and Martin and the formation of our relationship please see Mia & Martin – Party of the YearMy name is Martin, I'm 35 years old and have recently found myself with a great deal of time on my hands. I thought I would reminisce about life during my sophomore year in university. While this story is true, certain details have been changed or left obscure to avoid identifying anyone involved.The year was 2005.At the start of sophomore year Mia rented an apartment off...
John to Joanna Hi you guys out there. This is the story of an innocent man, a fool with a problem. Yes I say a fool, but by no means an idiot. From a young age I enjoyed wearing Mum's clothes, then when that was not enough and when I decided that my own taste mattered, I bought whatever I wanted. Yes, everyone speaks of the embarrassment of going into a ladies store and buying intimate clothing. I have been doing that since I was about 13 and there is no doubt that the...
For a description of Mia and Martin and the formation of our relationship please see Mia & Martin – Party of the Yearand Mia & Martin – Beat the Clock.My name is Martin, I'm 35 years old and have recently found myself with a great deal of time on my hands. I thought I would reminisce about life during my sophomore year in university. While this story is true, certain details have been changed or left obscure to avoid identifying anyone involved.It was the fall of 2005. Mia and I were 20...
Mia was always horny. She wasn't always thinking about boys, she just knew that when she did think about them, she'd get horny. And when she got horny, she just had to do something about it. Usually she went somewhere private, where she could slide her fingers inside of her damp panties, and rub her hot little clit until she felt the sweet release of her orgasm. Then her panties would really be wet.Mia is a very pretty woman. At twenty-seven, she wore her chestnut hair in soft waves that fell...
PART 1: THE REUNION It's been 8 months since Stan fulfilled his fantasies of raping Mia Matsumiya, the beautiful young Japanese violinist, in the dingy restroom of a bar. To his surprise, she hadn't called the cops--or at least, he had been lucky enough that they never found him, if she did. It took him four months to work up the nerve to show up to another one of her band's gigs, where he took a seat in the rear so he could watch her play, wondering how she'd do on stage; if she...
This is my first time writing anything of length, so any feedback would be much appreciated. All the characters are of legal age (18 and older). Happy reading. ********* The alarm blared and Mia jumped awake, grabbing at the big clock that had startled her out of her sleep. For the life of her she couldn’t understand why her mum had bought her something so deafening. She closed her eyes and continued to lay in bed, buried under the duvet, listening to the sound of dishes downstairs, and...
One such guy, Stan, sits toward the back of the crowd tonight at the dingy little dive bar where Mia and her band are performing. He's never been an avant-garde fan, can't stand her band's music...but the first time he ever laid eyes on Mia was at another performance months ago when he was at another bar and her band came onstage. He hated the music almost from the second the band started playing...but seeing this tiny little 4'9" beauty in her little grey top, grey skirt and shapely...
Against her better judgement, Mia allowed Stan to come back to her apartment, since he already knew where she lived, and had been secretly stashing monthly child support payments in her mailbox, out of some twisted desire to prove himself as a good father. Once there, he forced himself upon Mia once more in spite of her protests, spooning with her on the bed and gently fucking her in the ass. However to her own surprise, Mia found herself more receptive to him this time, and not only...
N.B. All information is fabricated, and anyone engaging in intimate relations is of legal age (18). I know it’s been a while since I last posted, which may be why my writing reads as somewhat scattered – I have no idea where this is going anymore! If any of you have any input, then please do let me know, it would be greatly appreciated. Happy reading! **************************** ‘I don’t think we should see one another anymore…’ Caleb leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his...
------ Shifting his position on the couch, Shane re-adjusted his laptop on his legs. Laying his head back on the arm of the couch, Shane sighed happily. In just fifteen minutes, his parents would be out of the house, and away for a week. He’d been planning what to do for months, and was looking forward to it. As soon as they were at the end of the road, he was calling a bunch of mates to come round and stay over. It would be utter bliss to just have a week where he had to do absolutely...
As you might recall from the story of the Silver Dress, my wife, Carole and I liked to have a few cocktails and dinner out on Friday nights. We both worked hard during the week and it was a really nice time to focus on each other and unwind together. We had met Mia had a cozy piano bar where her brother was playing. She was wearing a very inviting short silver dress that she had borrowed from the store where she worked. Mia is tall, slim, and brunette built very similar to Carole. On a dare,...
Anal"This is fine; just helping a buddy out," Jesse assured himself as he made sure all the electrical outlets were switched off around the apartment. He was also giving Mia plenty of time to get ready for bed. He knocked his bedroom door and waited for her to give him the okay to enter. "Holy shit she’s just made that t-shirt the sexiest thing I own!" Jesse endeavored to contain his excitement as he watched Mia, who was now only dressed in one of his baggy Toronto Maple Leafs' tees, perch...
NovelsChapter II knew what my life was missing.I had never been a fan of porn, though the subject didn’t bother me. I had had a few relationships in the past, but they had never turned into anything serious, and by the time I had turned 21 I was still a virgin. This fact didn’t bother me, though my friends often chided me about it – I took the ribbing, even joked back a bit, but the idea of having sex with a woman who I cared nothing for had never interested me; to be honest, it appalled me. My...
IncestFour hours had passed since they arrived at the Kappa Pi Epsilon party and the running tally was: Kristopher: 2, Norah: 3, Mia: 2 and Patrice: 5 “Couldn’t we have just made it how many shots we could do in a night?” moaned Kristopher. “This is getting embarrassing.” “You’d still be losing!” laughed Norah. “Yeah but I’d never thought Patrice would be winning this. You and Mia maybe... not him! Where is Mia anyway?” he asked looking over all the heads of the party goers, but unable to see her...
NovelsFinally – this shift has dragged in! Jesse thought to himself as he hurriedly left the HQ for Campus Accommodation. It was early Saturday evening, but with his flat mate gone for the weekend and the soccer season over he was looking forward to chilling out on the sofa and watching TV. He was half way to his apartment when he heard an all too familiar voice call out his name. “Jesse! Wait up.” He turned around and saw the delightful brunette that he had been no-so-secretly pining for over the...
NovelsI would not see Mia for another 6 months. However, during that time she wrote me 3 letters (this was before texting) and called me on the phone a month before I would see her again. In the letters she told me how much she enjoyed being with me during her last visit. Even though, Mia and Tia were identical twins, I was soon finding out how much different they were sexual. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed having sex with Tia, but she was not raunchy or nasty. Even in her letters, Mia would...
Group SexN.B. All information (ie phone numbers) are fabricated, and anyone engaging in intimate relations is of legal age (18). I appreciate some of you thought the last instalment was categorised incorrectly, and I’m not sure this belongs in the same one, but it seems the most viable option. Happy reading! ********** Caleb made it to school just in time to get settled and ready for his form class. He was uncertain as to whether leaving Mia alone in his home was a good idea or not, but he couldn’t...
Alex drove Mia home. She got out of the car and came around to his window for a quick kiss. Alex handed her a small package and told her to open it when she was alone. Burning with curiosity she hurried inside and ran into her room, shutting and locking the door behind her. She ripped open the package and found a short note from Alex at the top, which she immediately read. "Put it in and leave in. I'll pick you up around three tomorrow." That was all the note said. Impatiently, she tipped the...
30 Aug 2010 Dear Mia, Great to hear you are having a great time. Wish I could say the same. I’m getting grilled from my folks about the amount of times I’ve been going out – hello I’m 20 years old for fuck sake. As much as I know this academic year is going to be difficult they don’t need to keep reminding me. They don’t see that I’m using my last chances to come in a 5am then not wake up to like 2pm. But that’s a rant for another day. Actually can’t wait to move out again. I like how...
NovelsMy name is Martin, I'm 35 years old and have recently found myself with a great deal of time on my hands. I thought I would reminisce about life during my freshman year in university. While this story is true, certain details have been changed or left obscure to avoid identifying anyone involved.The year was 2005.I had met an amazing woman Mia the previous semester, shortly after New Year's we started spending a lot of time together. Mia was cool, much cooler than I. She was always the shortest...
“That was something else, thank you Jerry” Lou said as she recovered her breath, I pulled myself off as my cock softened and helped the old lady to her feet, her dress falling back into place she left the room.I got myself dressed and gave Mia my phone number telling her to call me to arrange the fitness program.Lou returned with an envelope and gave me a hug, “Thank you very much Jerry” she said softly and I was simply happy to have helped.After a brief conversation it appeared that Mia didn’t...
I was twenty-two years old and married for nearly two years. I was so happy and in love with my husband and made it my goal to be a loyal and faithful wife. Had I only known what the future had in store.I had been working as a bartender for a year now and I loved my coworkers. Everyone got along and made the environment a fun one. The group of bartenders and waitresses were attractive and fun people. The one that stood out though was Mia.A twenty-nine-year-old gorgeous Latin and black woman who...
ThreesomesChapter 1 - Introductions 10 Aug 2010 Dearest Mia, I’m using the several thousand miles between us as an opportunity to start my letter writing hobby. I think as a generation we lack the romance of a hand written letter being delivered through the post. That being said, it also gives me the chance to perfect my English language skills and feel a bit more Jane Austen-esque. J (Damn it. I almost wrote a smiley face there.) I also think you get more out of a handwritten letter than Facebook,...
NovelsI have to admit that I did have mixed emotions as I looked at the papers I had just finished reading. Ten minutes earlier a man had come into my office: "Mr. Esau? James Esau?" "Yes." "These are for you" and he handed me an envelope. I took it from him and he said, "Sorry, but you have been served." He turned and left and I opened the envelope and found that my wife was suing me for divorce using irreconcilable differences as grounds. I reached for the phone and punched in my home...
A day which seemed normal took a turn for me one Thursday afternoon. I was sitting in class, not listening to the teacher and drawing in my notebook. Time was passing by slowly, and I noticed that Mia was gazing over at what I was drawing. Now I don’t consider myself to be an asshole, but as she was watching I swiftly wrote ‘fuck off Mia’ because I was that kind of person at the time. At the corner of my glance I noticed her immediate response to turn away. I actually felt bad for her, it was...
Mia had been on her phone on Instagram checking out who had been liking and sharing her recent pictures. Mia was a beautiful girl. Mia rarely used any filters unless it was to add effect to her pictures. Mia had a short curly jet black pixie cut with honey almond highlights that looked wonderful with her mocha brown complexion and her wide sparkly dark brown eyes. Mia went by MiaBuddaflyKiss3s on her Instagram and twitter account. Per request from some of her older male followers she had a...
Mia - Part Two - Not close enough for comfortI took my wife’s advice to heart, and between the weather turning cloudy and cold limiting the use of the garden as well as business picking up keeping me away from home for days at a time, it was over a month before I saw Mia for more than a few seconds in passing. Her own life as well as my eldest son’s had also got increasingly fraught with the approach of their exams, and although both had more time at home, most of that was used for revision,...
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