Autumn in New York
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"God, I want to fuck you!” Michael whispered. She glanced down at his nakedness and then felt her body respond. A gush of moisture at first, and then drips of her own juices began flowing out of her. He wasn’t shaved, but was trimmed and his cock was cut, long and thick. It throbbed up and down and then stood straight up nearly touching his navel. He had been completely naked under those track shorts. “Oh my dear God!” she moaned loudly. Michael reached down and grasped his shaft with his right...
Straight SexAutumn Falls is a unique pornstar for me. I've watched this big titty Latina rise through the porn industry ever since her first video hit the web. If you know Autumn's work as I do, you might also remember some of her early porn content. This is a Latina with fat fucking titties and a pretty juicy ass. She is into so much and it just deals with her being this young cutie. She knows how to work social media and all these different avenues for her porn.As far as her Twitter goes, Autumn has over...
Twitter Porn Accounts“You’ve made one hell of a mess in here.” I looked around; everything was out of the cabinets, true, but I was in the middle of cleaning. I had accidentally knocked over a can of Comet when I was pulling things out, but I was going to clean that up… “I’m sorry Daddy; I’ll clean that up,” I offered. “What do you think that is going to do to the rug?” “I can wash it—I’m sorry.” “I didn’t ask you if you were going to wash it, Autumn; I asked you what you thought that was going to do to the...
In the beginning, every time when we played, Paul didn’t even take his cock out. Once I discovered it and he explained it to me, I could tell he was hard every single time, but he just wouldn’t let me see. Some things I didn’t understand, and this was one of them. When I asked, he usually said that it just wasn’t a good idea. At first, I thought that maybe he didn’t like me as much as I liked him, but then I realized how silly that was; sometimes he did nothing but tell me how much he...
As I stood looking out of the bedroom window I could not help wishing I had a man in my life, I had not long finished a relationship which had been hard and tedious and was happy to be free, yet, I still missed the company of a lover. A chill ran down my spine, as I shivered I wrapping my arms around myself, I looked over at my bath robe but could not be bothered to get it, as I stood naked at the window I thought how at last the long hot days of summer were over and done with and the cool days...
NEW YORK By Sailor861 Michelle (Witchie) Murrin, 32, looked out her living room window at the earlyspring countryside of eastern Prince Edward Island that April weekend and nearlywept. CBC Radio 2 was playing Saturday Afternoon at the Opera, livefrom the Metropolitan Opera at New York City's Lincoln Center, and the gorgeousarias of La Boheme had swept her imagination off to Parisand Christmas Eve, 1830, as she listened to poet Rodolfo (Luciano Pavarotti)sing his way into poor, consumptive...
My adventure, if you can call it that, began just over twelve months ago when I was flying to New York to start my new job playing the clarinet in the Metropolitan Opera orchestra. I was in my early thirties with no romantic connections having broken up with my girlfriend three months earlier, so when my agent mentioned that the Met were recruiting I jumped at the chance.I was travelling business class courtesy of my father’s senior position in a major broadsheet newspaper — a perk I didn’t...
FetishMy trip to New York was ace. The city is frantic, the shopping was fantastic and the food was brilliant. I even managed to get in a couple of discrete fucks while I was there. It was most unexpected, but incredibly sexy to say the least. A nice set of genuine intercontinental one night stands. I was fucked by total strangers on another continent. How it all came about was I met this guy from England in the apartment Kitchens. The kitchens were communal and I was making some coffee as mum was...
MONA TURNS TO BE THE SEX QUEEN OF LONG ISLAND, NEW YORKTHE WILD SEX STORY OF MONA (SARA ANSARI):Mona (Sara Ansari) is the younger sister of my wife. Before moving to New York she lived in Pakistan - while I was living in Europe. I was fascinated by her as soon as I saw her first time at the occasion of my marriage. And a few months later I had told her that I was so fascinated by her. Even at that time she gave me a welcoming response, though nothing moved further during that phase. Next year...
I had just divorced my husband of 10 years because of his infidelity, and the fact that he was having an affair with my best friend, certainly did not help. That was not a nice thing to find out, but it happened. We had no children together and I guess in a sense it was a blessing not to have a young child or young children feel the pain of parents separating and then a divorce. Friends of mine seem to always want to get me out of the house. Most of my girlfriends are single by choice, and...
July 20, 1986, Chicago, Illinois “What are you going to do in New York City for the next few days?” Jessica asked as we cuddled with Kara in bed on Sunday morning. “Probably be chased by Lyudmila!” Kara teased. “I’ll have dinner with Colonel Anisimova and her husband tomorrow night. On Tuesday she’s taking me on a tour of the United Nations building and I’m having dinner with Josh and Mary Harrison. They’re driving down from Boston. Josh is going to the Kennedy School in the fall, and...
We were standing at the airline counter, redeeming our tickets to New York. The clerk was going through his list of canned questions, looking up only to snatch glimpses of the Grand Canyon--the 16 inches of Millie's creamy-white cleavage (I measured it while she giggled). She was wearing a shockingly short microskirt and an incredibly low-cut T-shirt top, with a stretchy sling bra that offered very little support for her swaying, wobbling football tits. Actually, they're bigger than footballs....
ExhibitionismAt 35,000 feet over the Atlantic, my mind was so full of the reason for making this one-day trip, I knew I would not be able to avoid the other memories of the intimacies and joys of our life together.Was Leah, my daughter, right in telling me I was crazy? “Hell, Dad, you’re eighty years old. Why would you want to go back to New York at your age?” I knew the whole family, were thinking I was showing the first signs of dementia. Jack Spright with dementia? That was far from the truth. Alright,...
MatureCopyright© 2007 Victor Echo This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's disturbed imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, undead or mostly harmless, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Truth be told, my first visit to New York was in the early 1970's when I was five years old. I do not remember any of it. I barely remember my second visit near...
 Yvonne was once again awestruck. Ricky's hard cock was worthy of the Greek gods themselves. It was thick and curved and the tip was flushed a bright red like a juicy berry begging to be placed between her lips She'd been in New York for 2 days now, her feet were sore from walking, it was 40 degrees above - way too hot for comfort and her friend’s flight over had been cancelled at the last minute. She'd exhausted the number of things a single girl can do in New York by themselves and had been...
First TimeAnd yet, she did not struggle. Her hands hung limply at her sides. She simply stared at him with her big, hazel eyes. All she could see of him was his white teeth grinning at her from under the hood of his cloak “I forgot how much you enjoy this.” You have no idea… She said nothing, only licked her lip and let her eyes shut. He chuckled and let her go. She fell to the ground, not daring to move without his order. He nudged her with a boot. “Get up.” She...
I will just call her Autumn, because she deserves to remain incognito. My aunt and uncle would have me over every summer, and a few times throughout the year to hang out with my cousin Autumn. She is a year and a few months younger than me, and was very much an athlete, everything from field hockey, soccer and tennis, to my favorite gymnastics. From as early as I can remember, she was a gymnast, and obviously, as a red blooded boy, I enjoyed going to her meets, watching all the hotties in...
I will just call her Autumn, because she deserves to remain incognito. My aunt and uncle would have me over every summer, and a few times throughout the year to hang out with my cousin Autumn. She is a year and a few months younger than me, and was very much an athlete, everything from field hockey, soccer and tennis, to my favorite gymnastics. From as early as I can remember, she was a gymnast, and obviously, as a red blooded boy, I enjoyed going to her meets, watching all the hotties in...
This is my first submission, and my first work of fiction. I have attempted to create a piece that is sweet, positive and fun, and I hope it is worthy of Fictionmania. "A Wonderful Night in New York" I pulled the wig on, and there was Laura, staring back at me in the mirror. I brushed her long, shoulder length black hair. It was soft and straight, and I put a simple black headband on to pull it off her face. Her face smiled at me through those beautiful, full red lips. Her...
It was a beautiful sunny day in late August in New York City. I am a tourist and you are showing me your city. We browse the shop windows in the Soho district, eventually wandering down a tree lined street. I never dreamed that New York City was so beautiful. Even the bustle of New Yorkers pressing past does not impede on my pleasure. Nothing could improve upon this moment as I commit the picture of it in my mind. I turn to look over my shoulder at you as we walk along the New York street, we...
By Marc Rollins Tannia. I first met her at work. I worked at a pizza parler in New York, near my apartment. I won't give the address or the name, but it was a popular place for the kids to hang out. We both worked in the back, making pizza, cutting pizza, and all of those other little tasks people like us did. The first day I was there she trained me, showing me the ropes. She was about 5 foot tall; give or take, i never really asked, just guessing. She had the longest jet black hair i...
For Friends and Family Part 15 - Fairy Tale of New York I make no apologies for using this title at this time of year, it just seemed so right! I finished brushing my hair, I was totally naked, really enjoying the sight of my breasts gently jiggling as I brushed my tresses, after the talk with mum I was far more settled in my mind. After the 100 strokes, my hair was shining; I put on a peach silk nightdress with spaghetti straps and climbed into bed. I woke around eight the next...
The autumn night air was cool and crisp. They felt the chill as they disrobed each other. There was only the sound of slightly rustling clothes in the moonlit woods. Though both near thirty, they felt like high school kids. A mixture of nervousness and curious exploration overtook their brains. She slipped his sweatshirt off his head, taking her time to rub his sides and his hard nipples as she removed the garment. She unbuttoned her sweater and let it fall to the ground beside the sleeping...
High pitched shrieks and giggles carried through the soft, cool autumn air as the village children were shooed into their homes. Doshenvale was a small, quiet village, peaceful and homey in the brightly painted golden sunset. Nothing mysterious had ever happened here, but still matrons gathered their babes into their arms and hurried into the cottages flanking the ready to harvest fields. Everybody knew what could happen to a child left alone in the hungry darkness of the night. Seth swiped at...
Introduction This is the third of four chapters in this story. The introduction to chapter 1 explains how this story came about. ————————————————- Part 10 I start the massage by spreading her legs and placing separate small bolsters under each ankle. ‘Are you comfortable Nina?’ ‘Yes, thank you Victor. I will tell you that I’m just a little bit nervous.’ ‘Just remember that you can stop me at any time. This is for your pleasure. I certainly don’t want to do anything that upsets you. ...
We begin our adventure quite early in the morning. Even though we agreed to head out midday things have worked out in our favor for once. We’ve been trying for months to get away like this and despite the many hiccups… it’s finally happening and you can’t wait any longer. As we begin our rapid paced ascent up into the higher elevations you’re more and more captivated by the scenery. You’ve seen the many pictures I’ve sent from my vacations but pictures truly don’t capture the true beauty up...
I wait for Nina to emerge from the room. She’s been resting from her massage for quite a bit longer than usual. But of course the session was quite a bit longer than normal, and all the intense sensuality and intimate erotic touching and her orgasms might have overwhelmed her so that she needs more time to recover. I’m almost positive she enjoyed everything. But I could be wrong, perhaps she’s decided that she let me go too far and doesn’t know what to do and is afraid to come out. But the...
I look out the window as the sun sets behind the mountains. The cool air is causing the leaves to change, and the golden color glows in the evening light. I feel his stare before I hear his steps. He runs his hands along my arms, gently holding me in place as he sears a kiss into my shoulder. “You think too much.” I can hear his worry. And his intent of distracting me. I simply nod, my voice absent. “Let me help,” he whispers before brushing the hair off of my neck and running kisses from my...
SeductionI always liked Quebec City. It truly is a beautiful town. It’s North America with French flair. Conversely, you could think of it as France sans the bad attitude. The Old Town, vieux-Quebec, feels like a town in the old continent, populated by nice Canadians. After you’ve been there a while, you understand why Quebecers want to preserve their culture, even to the extent of being treated differently than the rest of Canada. They are different, and they have plenty worth preserving. I’m sure...
Wife LoversWith a sudden jerk the train pulled out of the village of Unlle. I looked back at the glass and metal, bus shelter like, constructions that represented the railway station. Better than nothing, I thought, especially if it was raining. Functional without any character was the best description that came to mind. I looked around the crowded carriage. It was the usual mixture of Saturday morning passengers. An elderly couple sat in one corner reading their newspapers, his liberal Guardian...
Life tends to be full of surprises and is much the better for it, some of these are good and some are not so good. I have been traveling extensively for business for the past f******n years and when I discuss my job with friends they always seem to think that I lead a glamorous lifestyle, little do they realize how hard and boring in can be. When I started traveling I thought I would be meeting exciting people, especially women, how naïve I was. For years nothing major happened, until one...
I was walking down a busy street in New York City. The hustle and bustle a far and distant cry from my own corn-shucking surroundings. Knowing that everything was an option for me now, I went walking down Broadway hoping for the off chance that I might bump into someone worthwhile. I had dressed comfortably, but more revealingly than I would have normally done. I wore a thigh length skirt that hugged my derriere and a deep purple blouse that revealed a great expanse of cleavage from my more...
When you wake up, the morning sun is peaking through your bedroom curtains. The smell of breakfast seeps through the air vents and you can hear your family going about their morning ritual of yelling about the news, laughing uncontrollably, and altogether being as Italian as possible. For a moment, you question why Mother didn't wake you up at seven as she always does, but then you remember: today is your birthday. You crawl out of bed and slip on a pair of underwear. Normally, you'd go ahead...
GayI was walking down a busy street in New York City. The hustle and bustle a far and distant cry from my own corn-shucking surroundings. Knowing that everything was an option for me now, I went walking down Broadway hoping for the off chance that I might bump into someone worthwhile. I had dressed comfortably, but more revealingly than I would have normally done. I wore a thigh length skirt that hugged my derriere and a deep purple blouse that revealed a great expanse of cleavage from my more...
18/male/slave seeks mature mistress in New York Columbia student, works out regularly, intelligent, somewhat shy, the guy next door type except for my interest in rope bondage, discipline, and pain seeks mature mistress who will make me her slave and instruct me in how to satisfy a woman sexually. ?PM me telling about yourself and why you want to be my mistress, include a photo. ?If we seem to click we will arrange a meeting in a public place of your choice in the city....
The flashing silver Lear Jet flew high above the giant city. Nikki couldn't believe her eyes; she had never imagined a city so large. All she could do was look down at it and wonder. Truly America was the land of opportunity, and this strange city called New York only proved beyond doubt that this was so. Growing up in a tiny village in the middle of the huge Zukov forests was no preparation for a sight like this. Ten minutes after spotting the east coast of Manhattan, the agency jet was...
A Fairytale of New York by Circe The full moon was low in the cloudless evening sky as the horse and carriage meandered through Central Park. Far away, yellow cabs honked their horns and festive music was piped out onto bustling streets. Here, the only sounds were the clip clop of horses' hooves and the sound of snow turning into slush underneath the faded red wheels of the carriage. The driver of the carriage glanced back at his passengers, under the pretense of checking a corner...
Hi ISS Readers. First of all thanks for your reviews and appreciation about my stories. I am so glad to know that you guys like me stories. I am back again with a new true story. As you know I am New York these days. I am going to tell you the story about one of Guajarati girl. Who is living in USA with her family, her two sons, her husband and parents? Her name is Lucy (name changed). Let me explain first how she looks like. She is only 34 yrs old girl with 36DD boobs and beautiful ass. One...
Life tends to be full of surprises and is much the better for it, some of these are good and some are not so good. I have been traveling extensively for business for the past f******n years and when I discuss my job with friends they always seem to think that I lead a glamorous lifestyle, little do they realize how hard and boring in can be. When I started traveling I thought I would be meeting exciting people, especially women, how naïve I was. For years nothing major happened, until one...
Dave’s departure from Hollidaysburg, Pennsylvania, took a week. He’d forged a loving relationship with Mariah St. Clair and her daughter Skye. Much of the week had been spent in bed with one or the other, and then both of them as they began to loosen up to the challenges that he gave them, some of which involved incestuous sapphic sex. The challenges also included dressing sexy, omitting underwear, walking around the home naked even when a delivery or arrival was expected, and using earthy,...
I watched the people as they walked through Times Square. I followed his instructions to the letter. I am wearing a black bolero sweater silk blouse, grey, his favorite colour and I am minus my 36-C bra (per his request), a size 8 black pencil skirt that falls just below my calf and had a back split up to my mid-thigh (sans panties again another request), black stockings and 3-inch open toe pumps to show off my perfectly pedicured steel grey polished toes. My caramel skin is glowing and my...
I watched the people as they walked through Times Square. I followed his instructions to the letter. I am wearing a black bolero sweater silk blouse, grey, his favorite colour and I am minus my 36-C bra (per his request), a size 8 black pencil skirt that falls just below my calf and had a back split up to my mid-thigh (sans panties again another request), black stockings and 3-inch open toe pumps to show off my perfectly pedicured steel grey polished toes. My caramel skin is glowing and my...
First TimeMartin Parker had been Roger's first baby. Martin had been the reason why Roger had married a girl he didn't love. Years later, on that December 5, Martin was 25, beautiful, and in love. Her name was Jill Davis. She was a knockout. She was more than beautiful. She was stunning. She was blonde, with a fantastic pair of blue eyes and a big pair of breasts to match. She was tall. And she had fantastic legs. Jill was the most beautiful girl Martin had ever seen. Or almost. She was as pretty...
I avoided both Siobhan and Uncle James the next day, pleading a headache and eating breakfast and lunch in my room. I was both despondent and elated at the same time, trying to sort my feelings from all I had heard the previous night. I had not slept a wink since then. Could Uncle James truly have feelings for me that were more than those of an uncle for his niece? And if so, was Siobhan correct in believing that I had similar feelings for him as well? I allowed Siobhan to bring me down to...
Well, I know a lot you guys don?t find Janeway hot and sexy but I happen to do ?Well, I know a lot you guys don?t find Janeway hot and sexy but I happen to do. Well when I was a younger man and she was younger. But I still find her kind of sexy for a mature woman. So sue me for using my talent to have a little fun with what I consider a hot older babe. I enjoyed writing it. How you enjoy reading it.???????????????????????????????? ??? ??????????????? CAPTAIN JANEWAY CAPTAIN?S...
Friday morningAutumn has blown in with a vengeance early in the week. Cold, squally winds and heavy cold showers are yellowing the leaves and ripping them from the trees to be trodden underfoot.My partner, Jen decides that walking to the station is no longer an option. Normally she dons sneakers with her business suit and walks the fifteen minutes down the country lanes to catch her train. She always says it’s quality thinking time to prepare for the day or week ahead.It amuses me to see her...
LesbianThe first month of fall on Cape Cod hosted by Debra, his only aunt and her husband Gene had come as one of those invitations only a newt would decline, so Danny Fellows quit his job as a financial consultant and headed for the US, figuring to stay in for six months — spending the other five months wandering around. Entry was no problem because although he was a New Zealand national his parents were American, his mom had traveled to Debra’s home then in San Francisco to ensure Victoria was...
Introduction This story came about through email exchanges between me and a woman I met through Literotica. We live about 1100 miles apart, have never physically met, and probably never will. We decided to write a fantasy together by exchanging emails. I wrote a section, then she responded, and this back-and-forth continued. Please excuse the frequent lack of explicit cues as to who is saying what. It was always clear to us, but you’ll have to figure it out for yourself. This entire story is...
Introduction This is the second of the four chapters of this story, and will read better if you start with the first chapter, which also explains how this story came about. —————————————— Part 6 I lay on the table for a few moments reflecting on what had just transpired. I was so aroused, my nipples hard, my pussy dripping. My mind was spinning. Victor’s response to my decision to have an undraped massage brought as many questions as it answered. As I thought about this, my hand travelled...
This may or may not follow on from the short story "Stuck in the middle with you". You don't need to read that first but it might help.Yet another weekend on her own, everyone else visiting other relatives whilst she had to stay at home and finish off some work. Work which had surprisingly taken a fraction of the time it should have now there were no other distractions to be had. So half a day into a weekend alone and she had nothing to do. Boredom, as it always does, had set in very quickly...
Ben and Dave were brothers who now co-owned their Dad's old hunting shack in northern Wisconson. Dad was gone, but the boys tried to get up there whenever they could. Both were all grown up, living in different towns and working very different jobs. Dave was married and had two sons, worked 9 to 5 at a legal firm, and had weekends off. Ben, 2 years older, was single, worked shift work at a manufacturing firm, and usually worked weekends. They tried to hunt together at least twice each...
PROLOGUE Autumn 1980. Me and Paul had been mates. Not best mates, but mates nonetheless, and good mates. I was 18 and worked in a bank. Paul was 20 and in the army, stationed mostly in Germany but also doing his stints in Northern Ireland. As such, we only met up when Paul was on leave, and trust me, a good time was always had on those rare occasions! The hangovers were not so good, but hey, we were young - we recovered quickly. But this story is not about Paul, I only mention...
"Mavis, do you feel like taking a side trip to the Falls?" It wasn't the hypnotic lure of Niagara Falls that made Bert suggest it. He'd seen them plenty of times. It was just that it had been a quiet ride in the car—a nervous kind of quiet. He thought it was a good way to stir up some conversation and jog the mood to something more vacation-worthy. He took his eye off the interstate traffic for a moment to glance at Mavis, silent in the passenger's seat, looking out her window. "Niagara...
It was one of those late September evenings of which we get one or two most years. The sun had shone all day, and the warmth remained even after the sun set Cheryl and I had arranged to meet at the Crown and Cushion, a small, intimate and very comfortable country inn just to the west of Fleet, where I was living at the time. As it was a Monday, I hoped that the Crown would not be too busy, and I was lucky. I could hear that there were quite a few in the Public Bar, but the Lounge we had to...
It was late autumn and the bright chilly weather required warm sensible dress for a trip out to the Nature Park. So Jade, my young niece, climbed into the rugged 4 x 4 with me, wearing her long warm red coat; and what we planed to do was altogether bizarre. Jade’s parents at the time, were exceptionally busy in Washington preparing for the forthcoming election; so they had welcomed the idea of her visiting her Uncle Ben. In fact it had been a God-send as my life had become stale of...
She looks at me with love. Her deep blue eyes are a little unsure but she knows in her heart that there is no one but me. I glance back at her giving a small smile. She blushes for being caught staring at me, while a strand of her dark hair falls to her face. She looks down being embarrassed. I take her soft chin in my hand and gently tilt it up so her eyes match mine. I brush the soft hair away so I can look at her completely. We stare deeply into each other for a long time. I glance at the...
LesbianElisabeth Grey - Part 5: Autumn in New York. By Carmenica Diaz True to her word, Angela rang her music teacher and then gave me her address written on the back of an old envelope. 'Her name is Mrs Robinson and she's not far from here, you can walk if you like. I think it'll be a nice day.' 'Sounds lovely.' 'I'm off to get all the information from Sherry and I'm sure I'll come back with loads of gossip. Bye.' Time for a long bath, I told myself, humming as...
Characters from my vignette “OSL: New York” have prominent roles in this chapter. Prior familiarity with them will greatly enhance your reading experience. -- SUNDAY, JANUARY 6, 2008 -- The sky outside was dark and gray, not only because “foggy” is the standard daily weather forecast for San Francisco, but it was still quite early, way too early for any reasonable 23-year-old to be awake on a weekend morning. At this hour, the sun would have just barely cleared the horizon, its rays not...