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Sitting on the back patio, I mulled over work. Since returning from New Orleans, my workload had dropped to almost nothing. I had some old parchments that needed independent validation for a client before he’d buy them. Wasn’t interested. He could wait. Clouds drifted across the sky. When they obscured the sun, humidity intensified, then the sun reappeared and burned with radiant heat. I considered taking the boat out for a spin to cool off, or go for a swim in the ocean. I’d developed an...
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO RORY? CHAPTER ONE The wall fronting the main entrance to Penelope’s estate was an imposing fraud. Built of undressed stone thirty feet high and twenty feet thick, it ran for only a hundred yards on either side of the gated archway which gave entrance to her estate before petering out in the forest. One of those Gothic follies so popular in Victorian times, it had stood for nearly one and a half centuries,...
I don’t care what people say. Sexual tension really is a physical presence in the air. It adds an edge to relationships that you feel. It changes the way you behave. It changes communication. Small looks are replete with unspoken words, exciting thoughts, promises. Sexual tension takes over your mind and words suddenly have a double entendre, risqué and suggestive. It’s an exciting time in any relationship - on the cusp of something wonderful. I’d experienced it before with other women. It...
The next four weeks passed far too fast. I achieved little at work. Rory was far too distracting. She was happy, as in very happy. She flourished and matured as if overnight. It showed in small but subtle ways, her confidence in our relationship growing. While before, she’d ask to do things, she now told me to do things; handing me a grocery list and telling me to shop; directing my diet by taking much beloved Doritos away as I snacked in front of the TV and replacing them with fruits; and...
I watched Rory and her friends on the beach as I set up a portable gas barbecue. Rory had cajoled me into taking her friends for another beach picnic today, Sunday, hinting at all the sexy things she’d do for me if I did. I’d capitulated rather quickly. The boys, four of them, were playing Frisbee along the water’s edge. Music started. I turned my attention to the girls. They’d brought wireless speakers. Pop music blared. I recognized a Drake song. The four girls laughed, then started...
Rory passed the second cooler to Ethan. He took it and strapped it down. She started loading the other supplies they’d need for their two day trip up the Gulf coast; food, water, Coke, beer and wine, and clothes packed in two backpacks. With everything stowed, she untied the mooring ropes. Ethan started the engines. The boat taxied away from the jetty. She joined him in the cockpit under the solid awning. He adjusted the throttles, keeping the speed down, barely enough to hit plane. It was...
Baldev Singh ki girlfriend Sobia Marshova se zayada khoobsurat koi larhki puray school mein nahi thi. Voh dono koi last 5 maheenay se steady relation mein thay. Sobia apnay dad ki side se 3rd generation Russian thi. Sobi ki mother bhi buht khoobsurat thi aur Baldev kay tamaam dost undoubtedly ousko milf of the year vote kartay thay jiski heritage, African, English, American aur Serbian thi. Baldev Singh Chima ka naam agarcheh Indian sounding tha magar ouski family ka India se relation tootay...
Rory was still asleep when I eased out of bed in the morning. She was gone to the world, her hair a mess, and sprawled on her front. Two climaxes yesterday had taken it out of her, I thought with a smile. Before leaving the bedroom, I paused and admired the sight of her in my bed. I loved it. I was so lucky. It did something to me; an ache in my chest. An hour later I’d finished reading the news, consumed two coffees and eaten breakfast. Still no sign of her. I went to check. At the...
Consciousness arrived slowly. First, I smelled her, then I felt her. I was spooning her. She was curled up, asleep. Dawn was just breaking. The sound of light rain came through her open windows. It was Monday and I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to work. I wanted to cuddle with her all day and hide from the rain. Something felt different. I pondered it. It hit me. I didn’t have an erection. I wasn’t horny. Pure affection suffused me and it felt wonderful. For the next half...
Sun was dropping towards the western horizon turning the sky purple and royal blue when I piloted the boat to the jetty. We were back in swimming suits, but Rory had complained when putting the top on. Apparently her boobs were sun burnt. While she lugged the cooler and garbage bag up to the house, I set about rinsing salt off the boat. Rory informed me she was going to shower and treat the sunburn with aloe vera. After lunch, Rory had suggested some more kissing lessons and I’d declined....
The rest of Sunday morning was taken up with chores. Rory attacked the cyclone-hit disaster of her room, collecting dirty clothes for laundering - her job. I mowed the lawn, front and back, then set about cleaning the interior, vacuuming and dusting, washing the kitchen, and washing the bathrooms. It was mindless work I enjoyed. I liked a neat and clean house. And it let me think about Rory. She made me smile. She was bouncing on her feet, full of energy and smiles; altogether, a very happy...
Bending over the manuscript on the lab counter, I tried to concentrate and yet again, I couldn’t. For the last week, I tried to hide in work. I tried to avoid Rory without being obvious. She busied herself going out with her girlfriends or having them over, the house full of laughter and brightness and music. Occasionally, when on her own, she’d knock on the office door mid-afternoon and finagle me into taking a swim with her when the sun was at its most intense. I did. I behaved. And we had...
I WAS FEELING THAT special lethargy I get from a day of sun and water. Slouched on the sofa, feet up, the television on some nameless sitcom, I sipped beer and thought about the day. It hadn’t gone quite as planned. Rory seemed to be having fun but, at some point in the afternoon, she wasn’t. Despite her laughs and smiles, I knew her too well. I could tell something was bothering her. Was it Peter? He’d been focused on her and obviously attracted to her. Yet Rory hadn’t responded in more...
The news played quietly on the television. I listened to another incomprehensible statement issued by the Oval Office and wondered how people couldn’t see how the current occupant of said office appeared to be out of his depth. Being a CEO didn’t automatically qualify someone to be a brain surgeon, or a President. For the first time, I wished I was a Canadian. Justin Trudeau was so much better. At my side, Rory leaned against me, her head in the crook of my shoulder. She was sound asleep....
I opened the envelope and pulled out the paper that was folded inside. The letter was from a wealthy gentleman north of town named Mr. Ettington, I didn't know his first name. I began reading the letter. Dear Mr. Alucard, I hope this letter finds you well. I would like to request a special breed and I understand you are quite skilled in such matters. I would be delighted to have a female women bred with a horse that would produce a, not sure how to say it, horse woman. That is, the...
Before I start this, the final chapter of Knox County, I’d like to make a few comments. First, my most sincere apologies for taking so long to get this out. Yep, six months is inexcusable, but funny how life gets in the way sometimes. Second, thanks to all who have read and commented, both good and bad. Hey, even bad criticism is better than none at all. Third, this is a first for me. I have tried to tackle some tough subjects and do so in a compelling, believable manner. To do so, I have had...
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...
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...
NovelsMia 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...
NovelsI got the idea from Archie Knox. * * * Amanda At twenty two, she's blonde and beautiful. Her skin is flawless, her breasts firm, high, and round (even when she's on her hands and knees, with my cock deep in her firm, tight ass). Her waist is narrow, like her hips, and her legs are long. She's smooth all over, from head to toe, except for her goldilocks, that is, which are long and straight. When I fuck her, she rocks back and forth, biting her lower lip and...
Chapter 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...
NovelsFor 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...
"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 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...
Dawn and I were both a little surprised as we walked into the house to be greeted by Kay and my brother John.Kay introduced John to Dawn and accentuated that he was only 33 years old and single. They said their hello’s and Dawn excused herself to the bathroom ,”I need to clean up” she said, telling them she needed a shower. I didn’t know what plans Kay had up her sleeve by bringing John home with her ,but I was pretty sure it was sexual. I also didn’t notice when she left that she was...
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...
"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...
NovelsOne 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...
Four 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...
NovelsAgainst 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...
Finally – 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...
NovelsN.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...
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,...
AnalChapter 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...
IncestMy 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...
I 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...
“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,...
TabooRainy cold Tuesday morning, I just dropped off my brother for a minor outpatient surgery. Once he was checked in, I really wanted a cup of coffee. I stopped at a coffee shop down the street and stood in a short line to place my order. A woman turned from the counter and looked at me. I politely smiled at her and her glance shifted down from my face.“Did she just check me out?” I asked myself. I checked my zipper to confirm it was secured, it was.The woman, I will call her “Mia’, turned and...
Part One - Too close for comfortShe was the sort of girl who simply did your head in. Mine at least! Part of it, of course was that I had known her almost all her life, she was after all only a month younger than my eldest son and had lived next door since she was eight months old. She was in effect the daughter I never had. I had watched her grow and was almost as protective of her as her father, my very good friend and neighbour, Pete. Mia was almost sixteen and a half and although she...
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