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Elle soon had reason to regret having made the requested to be properly wooed. Flowers were arriving at work by courier each day and the women at reception were generating the rumor that Elle must be spreading it around as no one male would be that devoted, even to someone as glamorous as Elle. Hannah had been over the moon when arrived home that evening of Elle’s return to see her again. Donovan had dropped Elle off at the apartment to have a long sleep to reduce jet lag. The hugs and...
Every day Donovan became more aware of the impact of Elle, which was the very reason he hired her, an action that had surprised even him for its high-risk and probably by some people its apparent absurdity. She’d not been engaged as a forward planner, just as a sheer visionary with no responsibilities other than to transcribe her thoughts into electronic reports. What had amazed him was his mother taking to Elle so instantly. His mother was conservative and tentative about making new...
On the afternoon Donovan had his near collision with that huge man carrying the water jars as if they were pint bottles, Elle had been checking on Hannah about progress on ditching her married lover. ‘It’s done, within an hour after you left the apartment. I met him in a nearby park – I had to do it face to face. ‘I lied about us starting up a lesbian relationship, and found how easily it was to tell him that, I guess because I accepted it was an easy way of affecting a clean break,’ Hannah...
Hannah’s wait for Elle to arrive home ended with a sigh, easing great state of excitement that threatened to boil over. ‘Your mail,’ Hannah said, hands shaking. Looking down at the envelop she’d torn open without paying much attention, Elle found she was holding her ‘Green Card’ — only it wasn’t green. The document confirmed she was entitled to live and work in the United States lawfully as an immigrant. Elle dropped her precious card in shock as the moment had been so unexpected for her....
Jealousy ripped through Elle’s breast as she glimpsed the man she admired but until now had not attempted to claim. Donovan Seymour, sprawled in his office chair, widened a crooked smile at the woman who was unzipping the back of her dress as she fell on to her prey and kicked the door shut with her trailing foot. It was a display of remarkable dexterity. That woman ought to be in a circus with those skills, fumed Elle Jamieson, nails bending into her palms unfeelingly, masked by adrenalin...
As the aircraft’s descent into LA began, Elle started to fidget. She was so revved up and agreed with Donovan when he said he’s never seen her so agitated over nothing. Then she disagreed. ‘But it is something, it’s something of immense interest to me – I want to see Hannah’s face when she catches sight of the ring and it dawns on her that I’m to be her daughter-in-law.’ ‘What about me?’ he protested. ‘Am I relegated to second-base after serving as the means for you achieving that end?’ ‘No...
In the earlier story, eighteen-year-old Elle McBain, a top teen fashion model, was accosted by thugs working for Manny Francisco, King of Porn in Manhattan.Elle was literally fucked into signing an exclusive contract with Manny and Black Onyx Productions. One of Manny’s leading men fucked Elle as Manny fed Elle his monster cock, thereby spit roasting her. The session was topped off by Manny’s assistant Gayle lapping the cum from Elle’s well fucked pussy.The top teen fashion model eagerly signed...
HardcoreWillow, Autumn, Dakota & Elle In on an airport’s pick-up area Willow and Autumn stand with their luggage, as a car pulls up, and Dakota sticks her head out. “Oh, my God!” she squeals, “You’re so grown up!”Behind her, Elle gets out.“Not as much as her!” Willow jokes.“Oh, I know, my baby sister just shot up overnight. She could carry me now!”Elle goes around back, and opens the trunk, and her and Autumn load the luggage in. “Did you just get that cut?” Elle says, referring to Autumn’s short...
Elle McBain was a teenage model much in demand in the fashion world of New York City. She was first discovered at the age of sixteen and soon caught the eye of Manny Francisco King of the porn world in Manhattan.Elle began posing for clothing ads in the New York Times. But, was soon high on the list for the better Fashion Houses. Her work kept her so busy, she dropped out of high school. She promised herself and her mom she would make sure to obtain her GED.As she was leaving a photoshoot, she...
HardcoreLisa told me the rest one night, she knew I really wouldn't feel that jealous about her relationship with Elle as long as she kept me in her life, and we were already involved in a partnership with the voyeur video project, we had 12 hours of tape already! A few days later, Elle phoned Lisa. "Oh, yes, Stacy mentioned your might call me, when do you want to come over to model?" "You, you mean you don't want to meet me first, to see what I look like?" "I trust Stacy. And, I can only...
Elle sat as if paralyzed for a moment as the shock of the moment seeped into her. She could see it clearly. The emotional upsets between Donovan and her revolved around reality, misunderstanding and faulty assumptions and basically that amounted to failure to seek clarity on matters relating to their personal relationship. They were both responsible for their lapses in interpersonal communication and were stubborn about being quick to seek realignment. She was fully aware of what he was on...
They pulled up outside Elle's house in a taxi, he was in the passenger seat, Elle was in the back seat with Kath. Kath was passed out and had her head in her mother's lap.Following his dance, with Elle, they had returned to the bar and found Kath downing shots of tequila with several of the bridesmaids. It hadn't taken long for her to start feeling the effects of the alcohol, and so the three of them had left the reception. He had to hold Kath up as she couldn't quite manage to stay upright on...
Oral SexRobin Four By Robin Y. My name is Robin and I am a male (at least I was born that way) who lives as a woman. In my business I meet a lot of people, most of whom are quite wealthy. Most of the people I come into contact with through my business are women and I would like to tell you of a recent conversation I had with one of these women. I will call her Martha, (although I am changing the names of all the people in the story to protect their privacy)....Well, Martha comes to me one day...
Elle ran away from home when she was fourteen. Tired of the way her mom and dad always yelled about the way she dressed, she decided she move to Hollywood and become a star. That would show them. Blonde and petite, hourglass figure and pert breasts, Elle was an expert cock-tease in school even though she had yet to actually see a dick. She just knew that when she flashed her big blues or twirled her locks, the boys in school and the male teachers tended to do what she wanted. Elle was bored at...
He drove Kath and Elle to the wedding reception. The ceremony in the church had been quite pleasant, but his mind was preoccupied with the lust filled images that he was constantly imagining of his dick and Elle, his mother in law's ass.She was wearing a black dress that went down to her knees, a pair of black 3 inch high heels and a cardigan that covered her otherwise bare shoulders. She was heavily made up, with dark purple lipstick, and the smell of the liberal amount of flowery perfume that...
Seduction"You doing okay?" Kath asked."Just fine, thanks," he said, as he drove their black sedan into the driveway of Kath's mom's house. In truth, he was in a pretty terrible mood. It was nearly midnight, the drive had taken about an hour longer than the usual six because of construction on the highway, and he had been forced to leave work later than planned even though he had told his boss about the out of town trip at least two weeks in advance. To make things even worse he was about to spend his...
Straight SexJess turned and walked away, leaving me to collapse against a nearby locker and get my bearings. How much time had passed? What had my body been up to? Okay, first thing first. Where am I? I was in the hallway at school, outside Mr Malbridge's chemistry classroom. There were a bunch of other year 12s banging around and getting their books, so it must be between lessons. Next. How long was I out for? That was an easy one, I looked down at my watch- and found my wrist bare. Ben...
I woke late up the next morning. It was about 10am, the sun was shining brightly, and I could faintly hear the sounds of somebody fiddling around in another room, probably my brother. I felt fresh and well rested, which was a welcome change after yesterday's adventures. After Sarah had left, I'd forced my aching body through the motions of getting dressed and cleaning up. I had tried to remove the small receiver from the back of my neck, but I couldn't figure out how to get it off --...
"I'm not sure Sarah, I'm not that desperate," I said. "Come on Elle! Aren't you at least a bit curious?" Sarah whined. Body Rentals had been around for a few years now, but only recently had the price and portability of their control unit's dropped low enough for regular people to afford them. Regular people like Sarah, who was now sitting on the floor of my room desperately trying to get me to let her try it on me. "Curious, yes," I said. "Keen for you to take control of my body?...
“I’m not sure Sarah, I’m not that desperate," I said.“Come on Elle! Aren’t you at least a bit curious?” Sarah whined.Body Rentals had been around for a few years now, but only recently had the price and portability of their control unit’s dropped low enough for regular people to afford them. Regular people like Sarah, who was now sitting on the floor of my room desperately trying to get me to let her try it on me.“Curious, yes, ” I said, “Keen for you to take control of my body? No.”“Why not?...
Fantasy & Sci-FiHe opened the washing machine and rummaged around inside for a moment before pulling out a pair of unwashed, black women's underwear. They were full coverage granny panty style, which made sense because they belonged to his fifty-seven-year-old mother in law.Elle was a tall brunette who had been as slender and attractive as his wife when she was twenty years younger, but who had since let herself grow a little heavier, due in no small part to the breakup of her marriage.He turned the panties...
MasturbationHe awoke close to 7 a.m. that morning. Daylight was beginning to stream into the room through the half-closed window blinds. He reached down and adjusted his dick through his boxer briefs. He had a raging case of morning wood, and he casually gripped his shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. Kath was till fast asleep beside him.After spending a few moments remembering fondly last night's love-making with his wife, he grew restless, and his bladder felt uncomfortably full, so he decided to get up....
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A Perfect Fit "Elle a chaud cul!" By Juliette Lima Theosophists put faith in a mystic mediumistic seer Animist worship fauna, pray to lions, wolves and deer In face of all that happens whether normal, staid, or queer We all believe in something, I believe I'll have a beer. Part 4 Wednesday ? Murphy's Law was written by an optimist. The shrill tone of the phone jarred both Lanfords from the erotic reverie the morning's encounter had left. Jerry rolled on her side and answered...
It was a lovely sight. Two attractive recent high school grads getting an all-over tan in Elle’s back yard. She had been named for a grandmother. It was old fashioned but unique enough nowadays to be cool. It was also a palindrome. She liked playing with words almost as much as with cocks. I’m Elle, a tall brunette with short light brown hair, a slim body, and nice b-cup tits and was sipping some of dad’s beer with my best friend Maira. Quite a contrast, the short, slightly pudgy Hispanic girl...
The woods held a special place in her heart. Since she was little, she could feel it calling out to her. Like someone constantly calling her name. There was a siren song to it that drew her thoughts back to the woods all the time. These tall, majestic oaks surrounded their little village, like stalwart protectors that held the wilderness at bay. An unmoving wall of trees that would stumble even the strongest army. Unfortunately, not many in her village shared her outlook. To them the woods...
Jack lay exhausted on top of Ellen, his cheek resting on her wet mound of pubic hair. The two lovers breathing slowed. The air in the room felt cool on his sweat covered skin. Jack heard the shower in front of him turn off; he lifted his head up in time to see his best friend's tight beautiful black ass exit the shower room. Jack was disappointed that his buddy was leaving; he still wanted to fuck his tight black ass today.Jack grabbed the sides of the chaise lounge and pushed himself up off...
MILFA Tan and Sandy Silence Rent Crisis Roger, my housemate and tenant was, yet again, behind with his rent. This was partly because he had spent most of his income from working at his father’s chicken farm a couple of villages away in the pub near the farm and gambling on the one arm bandit in the rugby club in that village. He had frittering away his money on things that he couldn’t afford such as taking Tracy, his long-term girlfriend, to Ibiza for a holiday with TwentiesAction Holidays. He...
Aruni knew very little about the world. She knew what she learned up until the fourth grade, and to her, that felt like an awful lot. She knew how to spell all of the states, what a verb is, and multiplication tables. She knew how to work the DVD player, and how to jump rope to 137. But Aruni still knew very little about the world. Aruni had thick auburn hair that shined like copper in the sun. She didnt like the way ponytails felt, so her hair was always tussled wildly on top her head. It...
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Jay lived in a quiet neighborhood where not much happened. He had a nice big house with a swimming pool that he and his neighbors enjoyed. Jay's favorite neighbor was Arielle, a teen girl that lived next door to him. She was a few inches taller than 5 feet, she had long dark hair, and a nice athletic body from her years of playing softball. Jay had watch Arielle grow up from when she was younger and only recently he began to notice her womanly figure start to blossom and...
It was in the weeks before Christmas, on a fairly cold evening, when I realized that Nelle and I might have a future. We were driving back to the city for some holiday shopping after work, and as we drove over the bridge, with the city lights gleaming in the background, I reached across the seat and slipped my hand into her lap between the folds of her coat. Her thighs were warm and soft, below the swishy fabric of her dress, and familiar too, since we had taken the train out...
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A day after his return from Birkenhain, Pelle uncovered the kiln. He found the coal of the usual good quality but he felt no satisfaction, only apprehension. Secretly he dreaded his next trip to Birkenhain. What if Ingeburg would take a liking to her new life? What if she, living with the Baron's family, felt shame at being married to him? If he stayed in the forest he could hope and dream of her at least. If he went to Birkenhain a cruel reality might just crush those dreams. Nevertheless,...
Leaving the castle after visiting with Ingeburg, Pelle strode for Tilke's forge. He found his friend and the mason Wenzel waiting for him. For the next two hours, Pelle tried to explain to the mason what he wanted and how he wanted it to be built. It turned out that the master mason had seen permanent kilns in his young years when he had been a journeyman mason in southern lands. They compared what they knew, and agreed on a construction similar to an oversized beehive. Pelle wanted to have...
Once they were on the high road, Pelle related Ingeburg's greetings and suggested he take Tjark to Birkenhain more often for him to have some fun in his life. That was when Tjark cleared his throat. "Pelle, I have question. Do you think I may help you more often with your charring?" "Why?" "I've been thinking lately. You seem to lead a good life in the forest. You have the right to hunt, you have clean spring water to drink, a sturdy cabin, and now even a wife. They pay you good...
"Come in, friend Collier," the baron invited Pelle. It was six weeks after Pelle's weeklong stay in Birkenhain. He had just delivered coal when the chamberlain found him and ushered him into the castle and into the baron's study. Pelle could not quite shake the apprehensions when around the baron. After the weeklong stay and the baron's return Pelle had to stand in another time with a drunken Lieselotte kneeling on the bed. It had been awkward too, but this time Lieselotte was warned....
As Pelle had promised, the Saturday was spent doing work around the cabin. He helped Ingeburg fire the baking oven and the young woman spent time kneading some dough of wheat flour, sweetened with dried berries and honey, to bake biscuits. This was something she knew well and she worked hard at it. The dough had to rest for some time before she could form biscuits, and she used that to clean the cooking area and the copper pots and pans. Pelle was busy splitting firewood for their use, and...
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It was almost noontime when they approached the drawbridge over the water-filled moat that encircled the walled town of Birkenhain. The sentries knew Pelle, and the tale of how the poor collier had to marry the haughty daughter of Greta had made the rounds. At the gate, Pelle's friend, the Corporal Gebhardt, grinned at him. "Holla, Collier!" he greeted Pelle. "How is married life for you?" In spite of his mocking tone there was admiration in the soldier's eyes as he regarded...
Riding a few paces behind the Count of Rennenberg, Pelle had some time at his hand to reflect on the last hour. The Count had left a score of men in Lemdalen as guard for his daughter and grandson, allowing Pelle to bring a half score of Birkenhain's soldiers. Pelle was wearing the coat of arms of the House of Birkenhain, thus giving any actions of the count legitimacy. The forge master Tilke was also riding with them, for he claimed to know a hidden sally port near the forge. The plan was...
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Twitter Porn AccountsIt was two weeks after his quarrel with Greta, a Sunday, and like the rest of the village, Pelle stood in front of the new church. The baron, having recovered a year before from a severe bout of the Mumps and attributing this to the prayers of his priests, had pledged to build a stone church in Lemdalen to show his gratitude, and now the new church was finished. When the baron rode into the village in the tenth hour, followed by a train of retainers and soldiers, all the people watched on...
They returned to Pelle's clearing and to an amply laid table. As attested by Luise's fawning around Tjark their marriage had started well. They all sat and ate their supper. Matthias and Tjark were both getting their share of good-natured teasing which they received in good humour. Afterwards plans were made for the week. They had to hurry with their latest kiln before it was too cold to dig up the clay for the coating. It was decided that both young women would help out to add more hands...
I’ve been talking to an extremely horny friend of mine recently, and aside from a couple of incessantly hot phone calls and banter, he has encouraged me hugely to be more communicative on here. Mostly he has inspired me to continue writing blogs due to the bizarre and somewhat scary situation we find ourselves in currently. I would love to think that I am doing something positive to lift the spirits (and delicious cocks) of the guys that read what I post and have posted in the past. Therefore...
It was Spring Moon when the wall around Lemdalen was finished. Father Ortwinus conducted the inauguration, blessing the wall and the gate tower. The baron sent his greetings. What Pelle could gather from the messenger, Birkenhain was preparing for the Black Death. In Rennenberg lands the pestilence had already wiped out entire villages and the count of Rennenberg had implemented desperate and harsh measures against the spread barring all strangers from entry into town and castle. A week...
Before Pelle went to bed that evening, he loaded his cart high with coal for the Baron's forge. That done, he filled his tub with water from the creek and with hot water from the kettle over his fireplace. He added soap shavings and soaked himself, his tunic, and his pants in the tepid, soapy water. It felt good to be rid of the dust again. He had a supper of venison stew and mashed grains, left over from the day before, before he rolled into his blankets in the roomy cot built on the loft...
While Luise was still locked in the stocks, the baron's party was travelling back to Birkenhain at a comfortable pace. Lieselotte had chosen to sit with her husband's mother and with Ingeburg, and the three women enjoyed the chance to speak freely, for the coachman was very hard of hearing. The subject was one that worried both the young and the old baroness. "I had my bleeding again last week," Lieselotte said sadly. "Did my son perform his duties on you on those special days the...
Pelle rose from the bed when the first sun rays shone over the trees. Awakened by his movements, Ingeburg looked at him as he put on buckskin pants, a wool shirt, and a leather vest. He pulled on boots too and took one of his new longbows from a peg and a quiver with arrows. "Whereto so early, Pelle?" she asked sleepily. He came back to the bed and gave her a kiss. "I'm off to hunt deer, Ingeburg. We're running short of meat, and the Baron allows me a deer each month now. A young buck...
That same evening, Sigfrid Baron of Birkenhain was entertaining important visitors. Rudolf, Count of Rennenberg had arrived with his youngest daughter Lieselotte for whom he was seeking a marriage. He had even brought the girl along and if the negotiations went as planned they would have the wedding before the Count returned to his lands. The haste was due to the fact that the Count had remarried after his first wife's death, and his new wife did not get along at all with his daughters....
Pelle, the collier of Lemdalen, stopped the donkey cart in front of the bloomery. "Hello, Pelle!" the smith's wife greeted him friendly. Rudlo the Smith was one of the oldest customers of the collier; the relationship even predated Pelle's apprenticeship with his stepfather. Hedwig, the Smith's wife, always made sure to welcome him, and oftentimes she would offer him to join the family for the noon meal. "Greetings, Hedwig! I have the two dozen bushel Rudlo wanted. You want I fill...
Another two hours passed during which a steaming Helge spoke the prayers until Father Ortwinus was satisfied. Again, the villagers had returned to their dwellings. Finally even the young men and Margrite resigned themselves to the facts. Meanwhile, Luise was getting increasingly cold. Her knees were numb by now after spending hours in the stocks, and her back hurt terribly. The nagging fear was still there, the fear that once darkness fell, somebody would sneak up behind her without her even...
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25 year old Danny Jewel has been stuck in an unhappy marriage for a couple years, but one day, when his 18 year old sister-in-law, Hellen Bentley, moves in with him and her sister, things get interesting and they fall in love. Not soon after that, they find themselves in quite a predicament and questions start to rise. Claimer: I own these characters, no one else does. Chapter 1 Danny Knock! Knock! Knock! "Babe, can you please get that?" my wife, Wilda, called from the kitchen. Without...
IncestClaimer: I own these characters, no one else does. Chapter 1 Danny Knock! Knock! Knock! "Babe, can you please get that?" my wife, Wilda, called from the kitchen. Without answering her, I went to the door and opened it, and standing in front of me was my wife's 18 year old sister, Hellen, with a suitcase. She was wearing a crop top that showed off her smooth belly and her navel piercing, and junior hybrid dream high-rise shorts which showed off the top of her thighs. Surprisingly, almost...
IncestThe baron with his train arrived by the tenth hour. Pelle welcomed his liege lord whilst a proud Ingeburg stood at his side. She hugged the beaming Baroness Lieselotte who herself was big with child but would not pass on the opportunity to pay the visit to her beloved companion. Pelle felt mixed emotions seeing Lieselotte carrying his child. He had become a little fond of her in the nights spent together, but he feared to show any undue familiarity. The baron was jovial to the point of...