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*** I’m still in shock. Major league, brain-cell frying disorientation type shock! Fact is, I have now a whole new slant on the education system or at least, the home education system. Problem is, I now have to make one crucial decision. It would doubtless come as no surprise to all but the voluntarily cloistered few, that at some stage or...
Introduction: Amazing what a simple cappuccino can lead to! At the request of many readers, I re-publish this story on XNXS *** Im still in shock. Major league, brain-cell frying disorientation type shock! Fact is, I have now a whole new slant on the education system or at least, the home education system. Problem is, I now have to make one crucial decision. It would doubtless come as no surprise to all but the voluntarily cloistered few, that at some stage or other, the average father...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Beauty comes from pain, Louisa. A proper young woman does not present herself unless she is properly coiffed, properly made-up, properly attired and wearing the proper accoutrements. That, Louisa, is what 'proper' means." Of course, I tried to argue. That is, after all, what an adolescent is supposed to do, but my mother would just purse her lips, shake her head in disgust and repeat that one sentence that she spoke most frequently...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport' ~ "The day of Miranda's wedding was cloudy and overcast, so perhaps Aunt Ada had been correct. Perhaps God would not waste a beautiful day on a wedding that would lead to a loveless marriage. Instead of using the vast tents that had been erected on the lawns at Golden Bluffs, everything was moved into our grand ballroom, which was large, but could not accommodate everyone who'd been invited. So, tables were also...
Sloan’s visits were always good fun. We’d go club hopping and party up a storm at all my favourite venues in the city, where the house music would pump all night long. I didn’t get to do this as often as I’d like since my husband and his friends were ‘past the party stage’. Nevertheless tonight had been fun. We had now settled in on the couch and talked for what seemed like ages about everything and nothing. His job as a surgeon made for some interesting chats as he was so passionate about the...
CheatingChapter One She wore a gray pencil skirt with a matching jacket, tailored just enough to help lead the eye away from a voluptuous figure. Her long, dark hair was pinned back from her face and neck, with a small gray pill-box hat perched on top. Black, silk stockings with a seem up the back of her leg and a pair of black leather heels with square toes completed the ensemble. With stoic poise, she made her way through the church toward the gleaming wood of the confessionals. Entering the...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The summer of 1890 was to be the start of my new life. At fifteen years of age, I was to be presented to society and I had expected that I would then be considered an adult. That, at long last, I would have a say in my own life, my own destiny. That was not to be, though. I was still just a doll to be dressed and used as decoration in the home of my powerful parents. I was made up and dressed and used to impress the visitors who came...
I hit the garage door opener and started to pull my car into the stall. Damn, there was a metal lawn chair in the way. I got out of the car to move it. This puzzled me for I knew I hadn't put it there. Then I saw what looked like the heel to a woman's shoe under it. It was a high heel with some glitter on it. This gave me pause and I stood there looking at it before picking it up and turning it over in my hand. Where in hell had that come from and why was the chair where it was. My garage...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The week prior to Miranda's wedding was a hectic and crowded one at Golden Bluffs. All of our relations came to Newport for the event and many of them stayed with us. Unfortunately, we also had many friends and business associates staying as well, which did lead to some difficult choices. Father was a self-made man who had family he wanted in attendance, but they were from a lower rung of society. So, since the rooms were assigned to...
From The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper ~ "The July Fourth holiday was always a huge event at Golden Bluffs, as it was at all Newport estates. Most notables of Boston, New York and Washington would vie for invitations to spend the holiday at Golden Bluffs, The Breakers or The Elms, and Independence Day in 1890 was grandest that anyone could ever recall. Despite the social stature of most of our guests, the holiday was dominated by a handsome bureaucrat from The United States Civil...
We arrive at the penthouse a short time later and Bud escorts me to the penthouse but doesn’t get off the elevator. I exit and head to what has now become my room. Lucifer let me have a few photos of friends and family to make it more personal as well as pick new bedding and a few accessories. I’ve found that Lucifer isn’t too bad as long as you don’t cross him and I never plan to do that. There’s a knock on my door while I’m getting ready to change clothes, “Come in”. My personal guard...
While the Gibraltar Triumph still warms the cockleshells of the heart, a certain Birdie Brewster doesn’t rest his laurels when it comes to work. My personal Motto is Buckle Down, Cockleshells Be Damned. And, quite frankly, I was relieved to re-straddle the career grinding wheel again. At home, dinner table voiciferations were revolving around wedding matters far too much for one’s comfort, chatter-wise. While I’ve been waiting for the Ms. Sloane Miracle, my mother, my auntie, Wandy, Trish,...
One is rarely pleased when the entire f. side of the Universe conspires against you. That damnable streetcar video! And then The McGovern having the brass to share it with her mother. My displeasure would have had me tossing and perhaps even turning that fateful night, but Trish, sensing my despair, did indeed dispense succor. Three times ... manna from ... well mouth-manna, I suppose one could call it. I drifted off dreaming of that modern, phallic-shaped streetcar instead of the Gibraltar...
Ms. Sloane called for me and I obeyed the norms of office society and to-and-froed my way up the rear staircase in a timely manner. “Shut the door, please, Birdy.” Some blighters, and you may have noticed this, simply shut the door. A rather casual, cavalry way, don’t you think? I assigned my full attention to the task, turned the knob counterclockwise — or is the other way? — to insure safe passage. Realigned the handle, tugged to make sure the portal was secure. Professional tailors have...
Ms. Sloane, in her attempt to extracticate me from what Trish McGovern was telling her friends was, “Engaged to be engaged,” was doing what Peggy and Pru did when soliciting new business for BB. They do extensive research. Study the history and background and backdrop, that sort of thing, of the company they’re after. The company and the industry. Auntie Pru often disappears behind a closed office door for a week or two, sometimes longer. She and my mother work with the Creative Director and...
It should come as no surprise to regular readers of this Chronicle, that Froggy Attenborough and I have rigorous intellectual discussions even when The McGovern isn’t around. Back in our salad days of yore, Trish was usually an hour or so late for our after-school Mouseketeer meetings. Piano lessons, she was always doing extra stuff — chess, debate, like that. But this was earlier on, when she’d just explained the facts of life and boobs and stuff. I remember that particular afternoon...
I wouldn’t say my Gibraltar presentation rehearsals were a disaster. Until I saw the video that Cora had shot. Then I would say it — my Gibraltar presentation rehearsals were a disaster. Ms. Sloane seemed non nonplussed. But then she usually did. “Some room for an upgrade, Birdie. But, plenty of time. It’s not until Tuesday.” “The Sisters?” “Agree there’s an opportunity for refinement.” Gulp. “Now, what are you to focus on?” “Naked people.” “What!” “It’s The McGovern elixir for the...
Now I rather resent the absurd notion that I was to the manner born. And I do go out of my way to avoid any hint of favoritism at work. Some chaps, having access to a key executive — to wit, i. e., for e. g., one’s mother — might take advantage of that insider connection. Birdie Brewster, for the record, took no such shortcuts. I waited until dinner, “Mamacita, you know how old school Louise Lane is...” She held up her hand, much like a school crossing guard, “Birdie, BB needs you to take on...
BB, the advertising agency, is avant-garde, social responsibility-wise. From the beginning, Peggy and Pru hired indiscriminately — no preference given to gender, sex, skin pimento, nothing like that. Now Ms. Sloane had only been in town for a couple of weeks or so, but already had an office at BB. I don’t mean a cubicle like mine, but a door, two windows, the real deal. I’m definitely going to start ordering more fish. Boiled Finnin-Haddie, say. Steamed muscles. “Come in, Birdie.” The sun...
Another summons. Another heel-and-toe up the back stairs to see Ms. Sloane. Being well versed in the art of social conviviality, I shortstopped the impending business discussion with what, in the higher corporate circles, is called an ice breaker. “Ms. Sloane, I’m thinking of having my shirts monogramed. Spiffy, no?” “No.” “Huh?” What’s wrong with Bertram Owen Osgood Brewster? She handed me a pen, “Write the monogram out, Birdie.” Done. I gave it the double-o, and it took but a mo,...
So, a major day at BB for yrs. truly. On Thursday, I’m to meet Meg Gibraltar for the first time. First time I’ve met any of our clients. The occasion? Louise Lane would be unveiling two new Harvey radio spots — 15 and 30 seconds. Ms. Sloane explained, “They’re spinoffs of our social media spots — geared for an older demographic.” “Of course.” During our pre-meeting prep, Auntie Pru had suggested, “Listen and learn, Birdie.” I nodded. She leaned in and whispered, “And keep your fucking...
In The summer of 1864 Florence Harper found employment as housemaid for a well to do family in the Lincombes area of Torview South Devon’s prime resort for many of the Victorian upper classes. Florence, a very attractive girl, had everything going for her – but ironically that would ultimately be her demise. Her future was in jeopardy when she found herself trapped in a situation where she was damned if she did and damned if she didn’t Her family was on the breadline and given a mean wage...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Langdon Beech-Thorndyke III was 'a catch.' Mother and Father thought that he would be a perfect match for me. He was twenty three and I was fifteen. My parents hoped that we would become betrothed that summer and then a grandiose wedding would follow in three years after I turned eighteen. This was my sister's summer, though. Miranda would be married in August to a Vanderbilt cousin who she barely knew. The opulent affair...
THERE IS another reason for his nickname. He’s not effeminate in the least, even if he is a beautiful boy. He is not a girl. He gets attention from other boys and men but he takes it all in and doesn’t appear to worry about it, even when it seems more than friendship is offered. More than once he’s ... OK, perhaps it’s better if I let him talk about that. I first called him “Julia” when I found him browsing through my lingerie drawer one Saturday morning a year or so ago. Unlike what I’ve...
ON THE road to S-- Julian and I doze in the back seat in happy exhaustion. In truth I am a little sore from our vigorous explorations over the last three days. Julian suffers as well. His enthusiasm matches my own and we threw ourselves happily off the metaphorical precipice in consummating our love. We mounted each other almost until dawn this morning, and I watched the night sky turn grey while Julian held my hips and pinned me in front of my open window. The lightest of cool breezes...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional! This is primarily a "group sex" tale but due to the occcasional "incestuous elements" present, has to be classified "Incest" to comply with the webmaster's rating preferences. It is the story that began the Harper Valley series which was later published as a twenty-one chapter book, details of which can be found in the author profile. ** I'm still in shock. Major league, brain-cell frying disorientation type shock! Fact is, I have now a whole...
Incest“Froggy got off a corker last night.” Ms. Sloane smiled, “Oh?” “What’s the difference between mashed potatoes and pea soup?” “Anyone can mash potatoes.” “You heard it?” “In third grade.” “Oh.” As per his habitual habit, yrs. truly was modest re: the Gibraltar Triumph. “Piece of cake, Trish. Of course Ms. Sloane was helpful. Rather useful, in fact.” In our basement Lair, The McGovern had me in one hand, Froggy in the other, working -- with her favorite vanilla lubricant -- her...
Introduction: Whatever can be accomplished on land transfers admirably to sea. Authors Note: This was the nineteenth episode in the series: We all knew it! Harper Valley was taking over our lives. It wasnt so much that anyone was getting bored with sex quite the reverse in fact. We could barely pass each other in the hallway now without having to resort to some minor indecency. A hot little spank, fondle of a breast even a full-on quickie up against the wall if the coast was clear. Admittedly,...
Unlike Froggy and me, Trish McGovern moved out on her own as soon as she came back home from college. She lives, with three other girls, in a top floor apartment on the Country Club Plaza. Ritzy. It’s the Robert Louise Stevenson building and handy to a variety of bars and eateries. I overheard Auntie Pru talking with Trish’s mother, yclept Megan, “At least yours is an adult.” I later puzzled it out. Froggy and I continued to live at home. Odd definition of maturity — defenestrating oneself...
Our Meyer Boulevard house, the basement part, had always been sort of the unofficial HQ for the Three Mouseketeers. It was centrally located, the house, between Froggy’s and Trish’s. Plus Wandy always had snacks for us. And a welcoming manner. I won’t say Trish was the Brigadoon General of our operation, but Froggy and I usually ended up doing what she wanted. It’s probably because of the maturational thing with the females of the species. Anyway, she progressed from Doctor’s Office to more...
My hot little redhead, Ann, and I have fucked in some of the most unusual places. The woman is generally insatiable when it comes to her sexual appetite and she certainly doesn’t get it sated at home. Her executive husband never has time to take care of his wife’s needs but she also figures that he’s fucking his secretary anyway. He certainly has made life convenient and “satisfying” for me. The sight of those perky, firm little tits, those overly sensitive hard nipples and that...
ExhibitionismSloan’s visits were always good fun. We’d go club hopping and party up a storm at all my favourite venues in the city, where the house music would pump all night long. I didn’t get to do this as often as I’d like since my husband and his friends were ‘past the party stage’. Nevertheless tonight had been fun. We had now settled in on the couch and talked for what seemed like ages about everything and nothing. His job as a surgeon made for some interesting chats as he was so passionate about...
My hot little redhead, Ann, and I have fucked in some of the most unusual places. The woman is generally insatiable when it comes to her sexual appetite and she certainly doesn’t get it sated at home. Her executive husband never has time to take care of his wife’s needs but she also figures that he’s fucking his secretary anyway. He certainly has made life convenient and “satisfying” for me. The sight of those perky, firm little tits, those overly sensitive hard nipples and that...
There are three of us, best pals since childhood. Credit due, Trish McGovern is the successful one. Froggy flogs used cars at his old man’s Cadillac shop. I’m on the way to the top pier of the advertising industry, but with still some ways to go. But Trish, well Trish defies consumption. She graduated from the Yale Architects’ School, which is rumored, a priori, to be top shelf. Sometimes all lessons aren’t learned in school. In fact, should you live in the Brewster Household, more...
Trish was just back from a family trip to Ireland with her mother and two uncles. Just back and much welcome. Down in our Lair, she was sitting comfortably between Froggy and me. (As an aside note to scientific ... um, scientists, The McGovern is equally proficient with both her hands. By that, I mean right and left. Froggy and I are quite content to sit on her right side or her left side. I guess years of training with us has made her ambi ... ambi ... something to do with sexterous, you...
We all knew it! Harper Valley was taking over our lives. It wasn’t so much that anyone was getting bored with sex – quite the reverse in fact. We could barely pass each other in the hallway now without having to resort to some minor indecency. A hot little spank, fondle of a breast – even a full-on quickie up against the wall if the coast was clear. Admittedly, the latter was usually with Kylie, who had no qualms whatsoever about getting down and sexy with me anytime, any place! When a hot...
Crystal smiled, and kept up appearances. While there was joy to be had in the annual Harper family Christmas gathering, the sting of what happened simply wouldn’t allow her to fully enjoy the festivities.As everyone rose from their seats to adjourn to the kitchen to play Hearts, Crystal’s mother asked, “Are you going to play?”She kept a smile on her face as she shook her head and stood. “I think I’m going to turn in. I’m still jet-lagged from the flight.”“I’ll walk up with you,” her mother...
SupernaturalCora, I know what your secret is and i plan on telling everyone else unless you do as i says? Ryder you can't do that. That's blackmail and i wont go a long with it. Oh But i think you will go a long with it. See i made several files on this secret about you and plan on using it to make sure your loyalty to me is good Please Ryder Don't do this. You know that I'm not happen about you being the pathfinder ok. But doin this to me and blackmailing me is not the way to earn my Loyalty at all. I...
Crystal smiled, and kept up appearances. While there was joy to be had in the annual Harper family Christmas gathering, the sting of what happened simply wouldn’t allow her to fully enjoy the festivities. As everyone rose from their seats to adjourn to the kitchen to play Hearts, Crystal’s mother asked, “Are you going to play?” She kept a smile on her face as she shook her head and stood. “I think I’m going to turn in. I’m still jet-lagged from the flight.” “I’ll walk up with you,” her...
The ‘spurtin’ at Camp Starkers that Bill Snypes, the groundsman, was predicting did come but not immediately. Once all the visitors had taken the Reverend Unsworth’s lead and taken their clothes off things seemed to just proceed in an ordinary fashion like any other Summer Camp - apart from the fact that everyone was walking about in the nude. That was a very new sensation for this church group but one that they seemed to take to much more easily than anticipated. For the naked Jessie Harper...
The woman walked up the scrub-brush and sage covered hillside, from a distance it was apparent she was having trouble walking up the loose shale and gravel that covered the modestly steep slope. She had a walking stick, a whittled cedar staff really, that she used assiduously to pick her way up through the rocks and brush that peppered the hills and bottom-lands of Montana’s Paradise Valley. For all her apparent effort, however, the woman appeared happy as she whistled old show tunes – her pace...
Hi doston main apka Deeak Kumar fir se hazir hun ek naye anubhav ke sath meri 1st story apne padhi aur mujhe mails bhi kiye uske liye thank you aj main apni ek friend ka anubhav apse share karne ja raha hun. Ye uski real story hai jo usane mujhe batayi aur mere kahne par who ise apse share karne ko taiyar hui. Ab main apka jyada smay kharab na karte hue seedhe story par aata hun. Meri friend ka naam Simran hai and she is from jaipur age ki story Simran ki jubani. Ye story aj se 1 saal pahle ki...
For context you should go back and read "Dating Danielle" it was posted three times as I tried to get rid of the editor issues, and was finally successful. Look for "Dating Danielle - repost fix (I hope)." Without further ado, here's part II The following Monday at the store I spoke with Tracy and asked if Danni had had a good time on Friday. She said Danni was glowing and went on and on about the good time she had had and was hoping for a repeat. I said that I felt that way too,...
Assh Lee runs around her block and gets followed by Slim Poke before she invites him in. He checks out her great big ass for a good while before he spreads oil all over it. Assh Lee has one of the best asses in the biz and DAYUM! It looks good. Glad she invited Slim in to suck on his big dick before riding him. She rides him on cowgirl where she gets her pussy fucked before she ask to get her ass fucked. YES! we get to see her getting her big juicy ass fucked from multiple angles until she...
xmoviesforyouI’m in New York City for just two days, here to see and review an Irish band called The Passion. They are big in Ireland and Europe, but they are about to break America so the record company have flown me to NYC to write a review of their first gig. They are four nice guys, I’ve met them before, talented and fun. And very good looking, too. The record company have booked me a suite in a hotel called The Pierre. It’s fucking luxurious to say the least. I call Lauren from my room right after I...
Nipples, Pools and Bellybuttons "Preserve my passion. Desire me like no one else. Shelter your lust in my garden. Nibble softly on my fruit until my peek surrenders all over your love trail", she chanted gently in my ear. ‘‘‘‘Who’’’’, you ask? Well, really no one. To make a story up sounds a lot better than the truth of my sexuality and the erotic notions of love making. Honestly, the sequence of sex was worse than watching a lit candle burn. Emotions always took a back seat when engaging in...
As I woke up that morning, I turned to see if S. was still here by my side. She was there, fast asleep, her head buried in the pillow, her beautiful eyes closed. I looked at her with tenderness, remembering the evening before, and the intense and passionate lovemaking that had left us both breathless. I must confess that it had not been long for me afterward to fall into a deep sleep.But now, looking at her sexy curves and smelling her perfume mixed with her feminine scent I realized that my...
For Mia, the customer requested that she'd be completely naked and trained to lick her soon to be mistress' cunt and asshole. Insuring this was easy enough. Whenever a slut finished being fucked by their abuser, we would drag Mia along and make her clean out their fucked holes with her tongue. At first the young southern blonde found doing so deeply humiliating and would often treat us to tears of degradation but eventually she became rather good at licking out cunts. She even pleasured...
Part 2 of: My First Lesbian. Once she had calmed down from her orgasm we packed up our stuff and got dressed and headed to the train station to go back to my place. We walked hand in hand to the station and of course this gave us a lot of stares and whispered conversations behind our backs by those who don’t understand. We didn’t care, we just kept walking and giggling about what we had just done on the beach. When we got to the station we boarded the train, we found a seat towards the back...
He invited me over and asked me how I expected him to look as he answered the door? I knocked on the door and sure enough he was in heels, holdup stockings, a dress that only just covered the lace tops of the stockings, some makeup and a long black wig. I wanted to drop to my knees in the halway and get straight down to it but I resisted temptation as in sure that the sexy one in front of me would want to see me dressed the same. We had a chat and then I was shown through to the bedroom which...
It was a very beautiful afternoon, sunny and warm but not hot.I had been at home all day making some housekeeping.It was so boring and I was horny as hell since I had not been able to masturbate all day. Worst of all, my loving husband was nor fucking me good during the last weeks. He was so stressed at work…After finishing some housekeeping, I decided to go sit out in my back yard. I was wearing a lime green tank top with a loose pair of white string shorts, with no underwear...As I sat on...
Slave- Please arrive at dinner ten minutes late completely naked Your Master Stephen Williamson P.S. That is of course with the exception of your chastity belt.Jennifer could not believe that Master Stephen expected her to come to dinner in only her chastity belt on the night her parents were coming to dinner. She knew that they would find out about her special relationship with Master Stephen eventually, but she had hoped to do it in a subtle way. She knew that her parents would not...
A little story about the Landlady's friend :) Vivian's AdventureVivian had been Diane’s best friend for nearly twenty years. She had seen her go through a divorce and adjust to being over fifty and single. She had tried to help her out by introducing her to a few eligible bachelors she knew, but nothing ever worked out. Viv always thought Diane was different than most women. She never acted her age. Diane didn’t complain about the things everyone else her age complained about. Di had never...
Charley spent the whole three-day weekend awake looking at options for housing (and finding none). On Sunday, Poindexter and his three roommates invited Charley over for lunch, ‘We’d be willing to let you move in.’ ‘That’s sweet. I’ve been up since Friday at dawn, and I was hung over then. I’m in no condition to make a financial commitment.’ Victor (the aparent spokesmen for the group) began, ‘Our lease allows for house guests for no more than 5 nights in a row. Spend this school night and...
"Searching, according to all information I have on all ship movements and battles I would have to say no but I feel that Conner may have more information than I, at the present moment," Shelby answered. "Thank you Shelby I'll take this information under advisement," Derrick replied deep in thought he had to get all the ships synced up so that all the records were somewhat the same on all the ships. Sighing Derrick thought this damn hunt and peck he was having to do to get information...
Felix's group had been days out on the sea to circle the Osenia continent once again. When Sheba decided to follow Felix on his journey, she'd had no idea they'd be traveling this much on sea. The seafaring was easy at least. They had probably the most powerful ship in the world, and Felix kept the ship safe with his Psyenergy. The sea monsters kept at bay, but it also made traveling less exciting. Since the ship was also controlled by Psyenergy, the party didn't have to resort to tricks, or...
“Okay girl.” She replied, she was practically asleep on the full sized bed laying next to me. I was spending the night for her 15th birthday, but I still had a few months to go til it was my birthday. I got out of the warm bed and stepped across the cold wood floor, 11:30pm shown in red on her clock. I walked down the small hallway to the bathroom, but the door was closed. “Ugh, of course.” I said to myself. I walked to the kitchen around the corner. I stood in front of the open refrigerator in...
After a little while of sitting and me fingering your tight pussy, I kissed you. My hand held the right side of your face, and pulled you at first reluctantly into the kiss. Soon you were kissing me with as much passion as I felt for you.I nibbled your bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth, and kissed your chin, down to your neck. I kiss up to your ear, and nibbled your ear lobe.Reaching down, I pulled apart the top of your blouse, your bra already loosened, both breasts beautifully exposed. I...