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Over ten hours later, Aaliyah and I are at Stephanie and Louis’s house. I haven’t been home since I shut the door on Ethan’s face. As dinner is being made, I ponder for the thousandth time today how my morning started. After Nicole took her shot, I was ruthless on her. At the time I didn’t care, and the memories I have of her face haven’t diluted at all. If only I had blacked out, I wouldn’t have vivid images of her bloody face running through my head. Good God, and my behavior after that...
Straight SexJust as Jim returned behind the bar and started counting the money for the thirtieth time, the forty-two-year-old barman watched a car pull into the parking lot. A few moments later, a five-foot-two brunette dressed in a white halter-top that conformed to the modest swells of her breasts and hip-hugging jeans walked into the bar and sat by Jim’s register. “Hi there, can I get a vodka cranberry, hold the vodka?” Jim chuckled and grabbed a cocktail glass and started pouring the cranberry juice,...
A Man of Singular Talent – Ilona Bialik & Harper Shelby —– The second of (hopefully) a series of shorter tales featuring my mind-controlling protagonist. If you want to read about the protagonist and how his powers work, seek out my longer stories. As always feedback is welcome. —– All characters and events are fictional. Many are illegal, immoral and/or impossible. Never try this in real life. You do not have mental powers. —– Nowadays I avoid Hollywood. Sure, I’ve had a lot of fun...
Dogwoman Susan SloanBy susan sloan (the main doggy character in the story)PART 1A rich, middle-aged businessman’s submissive young second wife is methodically transformed into a pet dog by her husband’s teenage son, with the full knowledge and consent of the dominant boy’s dad.She is trained and permanently dehumanized by the sadistic boy, her stepson, who subsequently takes full and legal ownership of her on her husband’s untimely death.This is her story.? [email protected] sloan,...
*** 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...
Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.It was Saturday morning,...
IncestNow 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,...
This Story was not written by me.I do not know if there is any Copyright. If this is so than please inform me and I will delete it immediatelyA family affair John came in from soccer practice, threw his backpack in the den and went to the kitchen. He saw his mother standing at the sink and, with a large smile, said, “Hey, Mom, what’s shaking?” Anne didn’t look up, but she smiled nonetheless. It was their own private greeting – one which John had used for years every time he got home from ...
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...
A Family Affair by jo199 part 1 "Eat me baby! Oh god. Yes, there. Harder. That's it, suck it. Right there! Ohhhh! Yessss!" Arianna clamped her legs around Steve's ears. He loved the way she nearly crushed him, holding him there with surprising strength. His face was smothered in her beautiful pussy, the only drawback being his struggle to breath. After awhile her trembling subsided, and Arianna sighed, her legs relaxing. Released from his heavenly prison, Steve...
People Crackers II: A Family Affair by Troy "MMMM" said Jerry, "I love animal crackers." as he noticed what appeared to be a box. However, on closer examination he saw it was labeled People Crackers. "Shapes are shapes, it's the taste that counts." he reasoned. He decided to take them home to share with his family. Jerry got home and saw his older brother, Mike. They started to talk and Jerry showed him the box he had found. Mike was intrigued. "I have never heard of people...
I joined the company in the month of May year 2005. After a tumultuous time at a BPO – where we learnt that there are no nights to go home, only late evenings and then early morning. Food so pathetic that the taste buds went for a toss. Only thing that kept the eye open were the ladies on and off the floor (standard term for a place where calls are taken) or probably the supervisor shouting after just getting pummeled by an early riser in the States. Ma continuously pestering me to join...
***** Chapter 7 - Family Affair BEEP... BEEP.. BEEP. I awoke as my alarm started going off. I blindly reached for my phone that was on a nightstand and pressed the snooze button as my eyes slowly opened. My head ached, my body weak, and both my vagina and butthole felt sore. My mind was foggy as I tried to remember what happened last night. I then noticed a huge, heavy, and hairy arm hugging my stomach and a body pressed against my back while I laid on a bed, naked on my side. It has been a...
Of the Adventures of John and Holly Part 47: A Family Affair I had previously met Holly’s parents, but that was when we were boyfriend girlfriend. It’s a little different when we are engaged. Meet the Parents comes to mind, so I as hoping against the disapproving in-laws. To start our post college lives we put our resumes out there, and decided to take a few months off unless we got good job offers. We spent a week at my house, letting Holly and my parents become better acquainted. No...
Introduction: john and holly head to her parents house after they become engaged… Episode V Of the Adventures of John and Holly Part 47: A Family Affair I had previously met Hollys parents, but that was when we were boyfriend girlfriend. Its a little different when we are engaged. Meet the Parents comes to mind, so I as hoping against the disapproving in-laws. To start our post college lives we put our resumes out there, and decided to take a few months off unless we got good job offers. We...
Brain and Vickey has known each other since high school. Thirty-three years later, they were still friends but had chosen different life paths. Brian was married and Vickey was divorced but moved back into the area they grew up which was in Northern California. They both had their fiftieth birthdays in February of this year. Back in high school, Brain was a football player and captain of the wrestling team. His dreams were to go to law school and become an attorney one day like his father. ...
An Early 21st Century Love Affair This story was written and dedicated to my firt www.xhamster.com friend, hope you enjoy it. The sound of rain hitting the window was the first thought in my mind as I woke in the dim predawn light. I had slept so soundly that it seemed that I had not moved a muscle, yet I felt as if I had run a race and needed to stretch to get my joints limbered up. As my mind began to clear from the deep sl**p the reality of the changes in my life began to come back to me. ...
An Early 21st Century Love AffairThis story was written and dedicated to my firt www.xhamster.com friend, hope you enjoy it.The sound of rain hitting the window was the first thought in my mind as I woke in the dim predawn light. I had slept so soundly that it seemed that I had not moved a muscle, yet I felt as if I had run a race and needed to stretch to get my joints limbered up. As my mind began to clear from the deep sleep the reality of the changes in my life began to come back to me.I...
Brent Blake is a happily married man, both proud and satisfied with his wife of four years and she indicates satisfaction with him. But is she proud of him? He suspects not, she’s given him the impression she’d married less than top shelf – or beneath herself as it used to be called. That’s why Brent Blake considers himself a happily married man without indicating he’s in love with his wife. It’s difficult to love someone you suspect doesn’t really love you. Wife Rachel is a librarian and...
At just a few months past her 18th birthday, Noriko was about as on top of the world as she could be, though in her mind right now, she was anything but. Her birthday had been awesome, her present, also her grad present, a silver souped up convertible mustang sat in the driveway. The grades she was worrying about, she'd made with a decent margin, and her soccer team was a shoo in for state, her own performance enough to have garnered the notice of the university she was so worried about being...
TeenThe story is written below, but first... (Virginia T. Watson is a pen name for erotica. This story and all others posted by us are our copyrighted material, published on Amazon and all other major book sites.)Leah is a hot, horny, cum hungry slut and wants to be seen as much as possible. She loves making guys' cocks rock hard and women's pussies soaking wet! Leah's hot, full pic gallery topped 15,000 views and is still going strong. See it here......
Family AffairDon Abdul (c)For a 20-year-old, Damian looked a lot more mature. At 5'10'' tall, he had an athletic figure, which he kept in good shape by playing baseball and working out in the neighborhood gym. Although he acted just like any twenty-year-old in many regards, there was something different about him, he had fantasies about older women. His fantasies about the mature woman were a lot more intense than most boys his age would ever feel. Damian had a burning desire for one particular...
IncestPart 7 ? Family Affair On Friday, Mrs. Monet had a surprise for her sissy stepson. "Your father called this morning and won't be home for another week, aren't you lucky and today I called you off school to do your laundry!" she said. "Oh, but I don't know how to do laundry" cried Caroline. "You will learn just like you learned to suck cock and guess what my sister Maryann and my Mother know about your little perversion!" "Oh, know you promised not to tell anyone!" cried Caroline....
Misha just turned 31, had three kids, and a husband that works far more than he earns. She was telling me his boss was taking advantage of Bert’s work ethic, ‘do the job until it’s done’. I thought she was hinting for an influx of cash but I couldn’t help, not much anyway, “Ah, sorry Misha, I don’t have a lot of spare cash right now, with Connie furloughed.” My sister looked at me surprised, “Oh, no, Pat, I didn’t mean it like that. We are fine that way, I just don’t like how he is with...
I received an Email from a lady name of Emily about one year ago. The note promoted a rush of memories of events long past but that seemed as fresh as if they had occurred days or weeks previous. I have had only one extra marital affair during a long marriage, and Emily was the ‘other woman’. Along with the romantic and erotic memories that returned, I also recalled my deep sense of guilt and the terror of being found out. I was very surprised to hear from her given the unpleasant parting...
An Innocent Affair By Elrod W. Tom Haskin was all smiles as he stepped off the elevator. And why not? His older son Bobby had done pretty well in T-ball last night, and his wife had helped celebrate - especially after the boys went to bed. Tom had every reason to feel good. The presence of Miranda Barajas in his office dampened his enthusiasm a bit. She was seated across the desk from his chair, her short skirt riding up her thighs seductively. Miranda smiled when Tom walked...
What a difference a day makes Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain (Lyrics by Renee Olstead) WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES By Ginger Collins I knew that I had to hurry because my dad would be home soon. Although it was a Saturday morning, his workout at the local YMCA only lasted so long. He usually returned shortly before noon. My watch read 11:44. Thus, I reluctantly bid a farewell glance at my image in the...
The Affair Myles phone gave a beep which announced an incoming ext. He hurriedly grabbed it and with growing excitement read the new message. 'Excelsior hotel 12.30, don't be late' He quickly cleared his desk and went out into the reception area. "Stephanie I'm just off to that meeting with Mr. Walters," said Myles Rogers as he headed towards the door, "I think I'll be at least 2 hours." "Okay Myles, hope it goes well," said Stephanie Morton. "He seems awfully jumpy, I hope...
Hi to ever one this is Uma Saha for all of you I was 32 years old a married woman with having a sexy finger 34 32 36 now I want to share my experience to all after from last tow year I realized that my husband’s interest in me getting down we are not doing sex 2-3 weak whenever I ask him about sex he just doing it and got sleep he does not take any interests in me. I am getting in a depressed mode soon and in between these days and I get attracted towards a young boy which I meet me in a my...