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Gambler Anonymous by Bashful [email protected] George Hamlin was a compulsive gambler. He had a disease just like an alcoholic except, he craved the high he got from winning a bet instead of the oblivion that getting drunk brought. Like most compulsive gamblers, George wasn't very good at it. He constantly lost and then he would take long shots to try to get even. Of course, he never did. Every once in awhile, George would hit a good number or pick the right horse but he...
I was traveling on business and was feeling quite horny. I wanted to pursue a little anonymous sex, but there were not really good glory holes around. I posted to craigslist my desires and asked only for a picture of their cock in return. No description ext. One guy seemed to really love it and had a thick 7inch cock that turned me on. I told him where I was staying and that I would leave the door unlocked so he could be anonymous. I got completely naked, blind folded myself, and laid...
Gender Anonymous Men, women, children, elderly, all four were represented here tonight. I know what the sign says and how this works- I do, but at the end of the meeting I asked everyone and most agreed that it might help someone out there to read this tail of a night at a meeting of people that have one thing in common. "Hi, my name is Brad," I said, followed by an uneven group of 'hello Brad.' Of course I did not slow for more then a second or two- "been forty two days...
Tabitha was at the same time excited and terrified. In the year since moving out to her own apartment for college she'd become very promiscuous, but what she was about to do was on a whole different level. Going back to some guy's room in the middle of a frat party? Didn't even compare. The time she gave head to her roommate's boyfriend in her roommate's bed? Not even close. Nope, today she was going to a glory hole. She certainly didn't need to. She was a beautiful girl, tall and...
There were two events going on in our family during December of 1961. One was getting ready for the Christmas holidays and the other was getting ready to move to a new house after New Years. These two events would come together for me in a way that was quite unexpected. I was just about eleven years old, and like all kids, was looking forward to getting out of school for two weeks. Of course, having the holidays as the reason was the bonus. The anticipation of moving into a new three bedroom...
He'd been wanting to meet me for a while, a long while. The problem was that while he wasn't exactly a friend; Harold was a little bit more than just a casual acquaintance. He was married and had kids so was obviously on the down low but so was I, so that wasn't the issue. The problem was that knowing him, he'd screw things up by opening his mouth or something. It was a lot like dealing with Stifler from the ‘American Pie’ movies. Usually Harold would go away for a while, then weeks later he'd...
Gay MaleMy First Bi Experiance writer: anonymous________________________________________Well I must Say that My First Bi Experiance was Unexpected,....I`ll Make this short as possible,....My husband had his Christmas party at this fancy hotel; to start I`ll tell you a little about me,..I`m 53 now and still firm and sexsuall,...I`ve always wondered about having a fling with another woman,...but never got the nerves to do it,...I`m 5'8" tall weight about 128 lbs,...34B breast with very large and dark...
ever since young brandon lyon was 14 years old he was coding a gif that will put anyone into a deep hypnotic trance now at the age of 18 he finally perfected it and it is ready to use... "Brandon!!" coming mom... yea? "what are you doing?" in the basement "doing what?" just chilling out watching TV. "well go do the dishes and the trash" ok give me around 5 minutes i got a few minutes left on Brooklyn nine nine. i wonder if my gif works? hmm... who should i test it on :an idea pops into his...
Mind ControlPam flipped the black woman onto her stomach. Sarini’s tight butt was like a rich pastry on the table. I took two big handfuls of her ass and spread her cheeks. As soon as I touched her, I was destroyed. Again. “Oh what a prize,” said Pam. She stepped behind me but I could see her from the corner of my eye. Pam was the real prize. My savior. My destroyer. I kept track of her wherever she was in the kitchen. I felt Pam’s presence while I kneaded the black...
BOOK ONE – Addiction ‘Newton?’ I asked my roommate in a puzzled voice. ‘Did you take a bath this morning?’ ‘Why Animal,’ answered the bespectacled wolverine, with his usual smugness, ‘is one missing?’ ‘As a matter of fact yes!’ Approaching the door, he peered into the bathroom to confirm my statement. Not only was the bathtub missing but also the sink, toilet and most of the far wall. ‘Now don’t look at me!’ said Newton. I looked at him anyway. I was about to ask a rhetorical and...
My earliest recollections of things sexual are of what I think must have occurred some time between my age of five, and eight years. I tell of them just as I recollect them, without attempt to fill in what seems probable. She was I suppose my nursemaid. I recollect that she sometimes held my little prick when I piddled, was it needful to do so? I don't know. She attempted to pull my propuce back, when, and how often I know not. But I am clear at seeing the prick tip show, of feeling pain,...
So far, I’ve visualized a gathering of people at a large house. I’m upstairs on an upper landing and I see you right away. You’re wearing a long dress, emerald green (a colour that I think suits your hair colour and complexion), with a low-cut bodice that shows your curves off to my advantage. You are having an argument with a man who storms off and leaves. I get the sense from you that you are relieved and are not going to leave the party and are going to have a good time while you’re...
(Heads Up: This story makes attempts at humor and fantasy with actions and attitudes the writer does not condone beyond the realm of fiction. Everyone is equal, and deserving of respect. This story for its part is often misogynistic, toxic, and a little fucked up.) “What? You’re not serious.” “I’m dead serious. I don’t care what my dad does anymore. It’s worth it. She’s worth it.” “But... She’s your mom, dude.” Outside on the patio dining area of Leonard’s Pizzeria three young graduates...
IncestVic and Marie had been married 8 years. They had 2 kids together and both worked full time jobs. Both in their mid thirties, they stayed in shape by going to the gym a few times per week and ate healthy. Their sex life was once very robust but was down to 2-3 times per month. It wasn’t that they weren’t attracted to each other. They just were both busy and tired by the time they found alone time. They both knew they had to do something different but weren’t sure what. Vic found his outlet in...
I started chatting back in the early nineties. My wife and I had been married almost twenty years at the time. I was forty-six and she was forty-five years old. We had a nice house in a nice neighborhood in Sacramento, California, USA.We both worked and were happy in our jobs. We socialized with friends going out with them from time to time. Life was pretty normal and mundane.My darling wife, Laurie pretty much lost interest in sex over the last five years of our marriage.Then things began to...
HumorBarry prepared to descend to the street and as he passed the door of Miss Sanders, the delectable lady stepped into the corridor. "Good evening, Miss Sanders ! . "And where are you going tonight ?" . "Thank you, Mr. Clark, I plan to take a walk in the park, perhaps a taxi, I do things like that you know." She was utterly beautiful and Barry promised himself that he would do something about her tomorrow night. Just then Dudley Barrow's car drove before the entrance and in another minute the two...
"Am I a stalker?" I said outloud to myself as I sat outside in my car down the street from Lani's house. I might be. It's not your typical rhetorical or hypothetical question. I miss her. Really, REALLY miss her. But I can only blame myself for my misfortunes. Sometimes you can only appreciate something after it's gone. It's a very painful price to pay.As you may have figured out, Lani is my ex-girlfriend. We dated for three very good years. Then I got comfortable and caught a case of the...
So far, I've visualized a gathering of people at a large house. I'm upstairs on an upper landing and I see you right away. You're wearing a long dress, emerald green (a colour that I think suits your hair colour and complexion), with a low-cut bodice that shows your curves off to my advantage. You are having an argument with a man who storms off and leaves. I get the sense from you that you are relieved and are not going to leave the party and are going to have a good time while you're here.You...
Quickie SexI spied the taut body of a ponygirl chained by each limb, face-down, to a post in our barn. She was sleeping softly. Slowly I crept up and hummed gently next to her ear. Her eyes flew open and her leg shot out wildly only to be being caught by the chain. Not only was the chrome sparkling, but her oiled legs were gleaming as well. The pert ass sitting atop them was a fine sight so early in the morning, so I spanked it. The chains rattled a bit and her excitement ebbed.A few high ivory clouds...
Do you want to know what is really happening in college toilets, girls are going crazy, caressing and rubbing each others’ pussies, read and get really hot and wet!Diana likes the taste and smell of an excited woman. Maybe it sounds dirty but that’s the truth. Why lie to yourself?.. We all get aroused from such things.Diana is exceptionally skillful in sex. Tender lips, a hot mouth and a teasing tongue. As no one else in the world she knows how responsive the scarlet nub between girl’s thighs...
The room was poorly lit with a low ceiling and open floor plan broken only by support columns in two rows of three down its length. It was mostly used to store folding chairs and tables, a dozen of the former and one of the latter set up. The chairs were in a circle in the center of the open space. The table was up against one wall with a carafe of coffee, cream and sugar and cups next to it. There was also a box of Dunkin’ Donuts sitting half empty next to the carafe, another box under it. The...
April 11, 1988, Chicago, Illinois Jessica, Kara, and I were standing outside the ER early on Monday morning. “Ready to go back to work after your vacation?” I asked. “Yes! I feel so much more relaxed and refreshed. Of course, by tomorrow morning that will likely change.” “Just keep your eye on the end of May, Babe.” “June 10th - when I finish my last Board exam!” “Have a good day!” I said. “You, too! Are you going right to work?” “Yes. Mine has been backing up, unlike yours!” The...
This conclusion is a fictionalization of a real incident. I am writing it while adding and adjusting the real life situation to prevent identification of the reader and spouse who was kind enough to share a soul wrenching experience with us. The two beds turned out to be the best idea Early had. My husband swore he still loved me, along with the feelings of hate and betrayal with which my behavior had filled him. We made it a rule to go to bed at the same time. Actually Early made the rule...
Babies and Dollies Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I was walking around he house swaying, my swollen belly full of new life. I was ready to have the baby at any time and go back to normal. My breasts were full, also in anticipation of the baby. My feet were sore and my back ached and I had to use the bath all the time, even when the baby wasn't kicking my bladder. My husband could not help much, it was something all women go through when they are pregnant, which they...
I did my best to alter my voice. She asked for a same day appointment willing to pay double, and I told her 4pm would work. The 30-year-old, was a redhead with very long hair. Her name was Scarlett Hansson. We had a great time, she was a talker, but not too loud. With the passage of time, I knew I would have a nice sized load for her. Afterwards, she went into the bathroom, I pulled on my boxers, and she came out to say, “Do you think I could be pregnant, Richard?” “I suggest we have at...
A knock on my door woke me up. I glanced at my alarm clock, it was only 11pm. “It’s Dad.” “Quiet down, come on in.” Getting inside my room, he said, “I’m sorry Matt. I didn’t realize you would take it so personally. Are we OK?” From the bed, I said, “Yeah, we’re fine.” I got up off my bed and went to give him a big hug. I think it made him uncomfortable, so I let go after only a few seconds. “Speaking of sex,” he said, “Do we need to have a talk?” For a split second, I thought of...
After our shower, which was almost as fun as our on-the-bed frolicking, we got dressed and she went with me to my appointments. She would keep my appointments straight and organized, while I only attended to the interview and actual lovemaking. Getting to the hotel, she got a chair to sit outside the room, greeting and announcing, by text message, who was here. My first appointment was a last-minute friend of Ella’s named Shirley, also 19. She arrived on time, and after alerting me, Sylvia...
“My new girlfriend. Mom wants to meet her, and I know it’s too soon for her still.” “Did you two do it today?” she asked getting a bottle of water from the fridge. “That’s rather personal, isn’t it,” our mother said. “He told me last night they have made love four times so far.” “Really?” my mom said. “The way you just said that, sounds like you are jealous or something.” “That’s the same thing he said to me last night. You sound like I want to jump my own brother’s bones.” With that,...
At breakfast the next morning, Dad dropped a bomb on us: “They’ve got us middle managers all scheduled for a week in Dallas, TX, starting the day after tomorrow, Wednesday. They are offering it to spouses and significant others. Want to go with me to Dallas, Katie?” I saw the gears working in mom’s head, and she asked, “Are there any events to keep us busy, besides a bunch of motivational talks eight hours a day for seven days?” “Katie, you’ve been to these before, you know how it works....
I’ve cancelled my business, have lots of money to show for it, and my mother and sister were anxious to be my partner. After talking to them and explaining my personal limitations, they agreed to a schedule: MONDAY – MOM/SYLVIA TUESDAY – KELLY/SALLY WEDNESDAY – MOM/SYLVIA THURSDAY – KELLY/SALLY FRIDAY – MOM/SYLVIA SATURDAY – KELLY/SALLY SUNDAY – FIRST CUM, FIRST SERVED! I had an open-door policy, letting anyone come in and watch, and with the approval of who my official partner...
Four articles by the venerable science journalist Sebastian Shaw, from the years 2030, 2040, 2055, and 2070: January 7, 2030 Facetweet Times "Detecting Genetic Defects Earlier Than Ever" Sebastian Shaw To learn more about the latest reproductive screening technology, I followed a woman I'll call Aspen on her visit to the Obstetrics and Gynecology center at Mass General Hospital. A 33-year-old professional, she arrived four days after she ovulated. A technician wielded a device the size...
Here I sit, overlooking the manicured grounds of my beautiful home, and watching the sun set in bright reds over low hills. The previous owner had taken out all the trees to the west so that I can see just the setting sun and nothing else to block its wonders. My name is Frank De Quisto and I am a 39 year old bachelor. As you will see I am successful and I have never been married. My first priority is my family. I am the head of the family, I am the oldest male that is why, and I have all the...
The Awakening of Toni "How much do I owe you John?""Nothing it's on me.""You can't keep doing these jobs for me and not charging, you must take some payment. You have spent all the afternoon repairing that leak." "I'll have a cup of your special coffee and a quick shower then." He said smiling at me. "It's hot and I could do with freshening up."I filled the kettle and plugged it in. "Your wish is my command." Was my reply as I spun around to face him.John stood in front of me in just a pair of...
THE UNKNOWN ARTIST AND THE CRYPT OF ANONYMITY Furthermore, I soon realized that I would need to ‘learn’ the highly personnal vocabulary with which the Unknown Artist conjures up a world. And He said : All around passagers, faceless, nameless, Mister X, unspeakable news in brief, c***dren of the night (protect them), night a****ls (protect them), discreet avengers, anonymous photographers (yes, you are), burlesque, broken houses, grotesque, clandestine souls, invisible walkers, please come into...
THE UNKNOWN ARTIST AND THE CRYPT OF ANONYMITYFurthermore, I soon realized that I would need to "learn" the highly personnal vocabulary with which the Unknown Artist conjures up a world. And He said : All around passagers, faceless, nameless, Mister X, unspeakable news in brief, c***dren of the night (protect them), night a****ls (protect them), discreet avengers, anonymous photographers (yes, you are), burlesque, broken houses, grotesque, clandestine souls, invisible walkers, please come into...
Jo sighed with frustration as she made her way towards the checkout. She’d taken the day off work with the specific intention of purchasing some desperately needed summer clothes and all she’d managed to find were a couple of packets of her favourite biscuits from the Food Hall. Perhaps, she mused, idly picking off the nail varnish from her fingers, if she wasn’t so keen on biscuits, more of her older clothes would still fit her. Her breasts had definitely increased in size recently, although...
I had some time to kill. So, I decided to go to a nearby adult store to have a look around. I had been there before. I wandered around and checked out the different items there. I had a look at the movies on DVD. The usual things a guy does in a place like this. And, I noticed they had an arcade. So, I bought some tokens and wandered on in. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the subdued lighting. There were several short hallways with doors on either side. It was at this point that...
I had some time to kill. So, I decided to go to a nearby adult store to have a look around. I had been there before. I wandered around and checked out the different items there. I had a look at the movies on DVD. The usual things a guy does in a place like this. And, I noticed they had an arcade. So, I bought some tokens and wandered on in. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the subdued lighting. There were several short hallways with doors on either side. It was at this point that...
First TimeThank you for all those wonderful responses, everybody. BJ Chapter 17. Girls On Film When I crawled into the kitchen I saw Eliza strapped into my pink highchair - well, her old highchair, really - and Aunty Mandy had a spoonful of tasteless baby food jammed between the writhing girl's lips. Her lavender-edged bib was smeared with blobs of beige paste and her face was a sticky mess. Obviously she'd been resisting the baby treatment, trying to fight the humiliating spoon-feeding....
Chapter 11. Punishment and Reward. "Now Baby Candy," Aunty June began in her most reasonable voice, speaking loudly enough to be heard over my pitiful cries. "Let's remind ourselves exactly why we are here, shall we?" She ignored my infantile blubbering and continued, "You were supposed to ask for the potty like a big girl - but you didn't. Did you?" At first I didn't think she expected me to respond, but a sharp warning smack from the paddle focused my attention. CRACK! "Did you,...
Sorry for the long gap between posts. My mum died last month, and there's been a whole lot of family stuff to attend to. It's been busy. Chapter 19. Mummy Melody and Baby Candy Brenda giggled and walked out, leaving me alone on the lounge for a minute. I took the opportunity to grab the front of my bulging baby panties with both hands and urgenfly caress my rock-hard tool through my thick fluffy nappy and my crackling plastic panties. I wriggled about on my back like an excited...
Thank you for all those encouraging comments. Please keep posting your responses here. I love to read what you think. BJ Chapter 18. Melody and Cindy. It was only a three-block walk - I mean waddle to Melody's house, although with the thick wad of cloth stuffed between my legs, it seemed to take half the morning. It was another perfect mid-west Summer's day - hot and dry, with barely a hint of breeze. That goodness every street was lined with towering eucalyptus trees, providing...
Chapter 9. Fun in the Playpen When Brenda strolled out a short time later, she was carrying a cold drink in one hand and a small bundle of books in the other. I spat out my dummy and glared up at her like a cranky toddler. "You didn't tell me I was supposed to ask for the potty," I complained, whining like a sulky two-year-old. She walked past the playpen to the swing seat at the far end of the veranda and placed her drink on the floorboards and a thick paperback novel on the...
Chapter 4. Bedwetting Baby Candy Mandy switched off the overhead light on her way out, but she left her bedroom door open a crack, so the room was partially lit from the landing. As I lay there alone in the semi-darkness dressed in my feminine finery, I felt the familiar erotic feelings wash over me. The ruffled little-girl panties and slippery nylon nightie were really turning me on, especially after having been dressed and treated like little girl all day! My arms and legs felt...
Chapter 8. Baby Won't Learn. We were still a block from Aunty June's house when I realised I needed to do a poo. I felt a painful clench in my lower gut, warning me of an impending bowel movement. I gazed at the humiliating pink potty in my arms. Somehow knew that if I confessed my need to Aunty, she would have no hesitation in pulling down my baby panties, unpinning my wet nappies, and thrusting me on the shameful toddler potty right there on the sidewalk. I clenched my bum cheeks...
See how easy that was? You post some responses, and I post another chapter. Simple, huh? BJ Chapter 16. Playing Babies. When I finished colouring-in two pictures of Barbie, I closed that book and opened the 'My Little Pony' booklet. A few people wandered along the sidewalk past our house, and most of them turned to stare at me in my playpen but kept walking. I kept my eyes on my colouring books and tried to ignore their curious glances. After filling in two pages of...
Chapter 7. Dirty Little Girl. Aunty June made me sit in the back seat of her old Ford Statesman with the overflowing plastic bags full of girls' clothes and stuff sitting on the bench seat beside me. She buckled me in like I was incapable of doing it myself, patted my bulging plastic panty crotch in a condescending manner, and then she climbed into the front seat behind the wheel. We drove in silence for a few minutes, until I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to fart. I knew my...
Chapter 10. Harnessed and Reined. Aunty's spacious back yard was bordered by a high plank fence made from old grey hardwood, which gave me a false sense of security when I hesitantly waddled outside. Brenda pointed in the direction of the rotary clothesline mounted in the middle of the yard at the end of a concrete path. There were rows of fluffy white hourglass-shaped nappies drying in the gusting breeze, and several pairs of crackling plastic panties flapping on the line. Brenda...
Dear everybody, thank you so much for those encouraging comments. I hope you enjoy the ongoing humiliation and sissyfication of our poor Baby Candy. BJ Chapter 6. A Dummy for Baby Candy When we reached Mandy's bedroom, Melody tried to comfort me and crooned for me to stop crying. "Oh there, there, Candy. Don't cry, little one. It's alright. Don't worry, honey. Everything is going to be alright." She suggested in a kind soothing voice, "Maybe if you manage to stay dry for the...
BABY TIFFANY By Betty Noone It was Christmas Eve and Jack Winston and his wife Cindy were relaxing, enjoying the fire in the fireplace after having opened the presents they gave to one another. They have been married for five years and were deeply in love. There were no children, and Jack knew that there could be none before they were married, as Cindy had a genetic condition that prevented her from getting pregnant. Jack was a vice-president and junior partner in an...
Dear readers, the reason for the long gap between chapters 13 and 14? I was waiting for some responses. When only one person posted a response after a few weeks, I assumed you girls had grown bored with my story. Thank goodness a few people responded after chapter 14! If you want to read more, take thirty seconds to post a response. BJ Chapter 15. This Can't Be Happening... "Oh, she's so beautiful!" Annette commented in a sultry voice. I stirred into wakefulness and sleepily...
Baby Powder Scent Players: John and Susan The scent of baby powder often invokes the mothering instinct in many women. For some women that instinct may even overcome a man thought too big for diapers. Of course once diapered there's no good reason not to give him a breast. John eased onto the stool exhausted. Too tired for conversation he simply nodded at bartender Claire. Claire, with understanding and a sympathetic look she nodded back and slipped a frosted glass under...
Chapter 5. Humiliated at the Party The first guests arrived for Kate's birthday party around noon. Brenda and Alison wandered out to the back patio and asked Aunt June, "Mum? Can we be excused? We're way too old to attend a kiddie party like this." Aunt June agreed. "Okay, girls. Mandy and I probably won't need any more help. I'll see you at home this evening," I timidly asked if I could be excused too, but Aunt June snapped; "Certainly not! Especially after Mandy went to all the...
Chapter 12. Alison in Charge When I shuffled into the kitchen babbling around my dum-dums like a useless infant, I found Alison sitting at the table dressed in her baby- blue nightie. She was cradling a mug of coffee and reading the paper, and she glanced my way and sniggered when she heard me crawl in. "There you are!" She cried, like I'd been missing for weeks. "I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you, baby girl." She giggled, "Aww! Listen to you talking like a baby. You...
IT'S ONLY A DREAM, ONLY A DREAM, ONLY A DReam, only a dre........ I felt myself regaining consciousness, coming up from the depths of a deep sleep. I could see a pinpoint of light at the end of a long tunnel and I started towards it slowly and involuntarily. After what seemed like an eternity the light began to grow larger until it suddenly winked out, finally there was a feeling of great discomfort followed by an explosion of brilliance and then I someone gave me a swat on the...
Chapter 14. The Food Court. I couldn't believe how crowded it was in the food court, or how noisy. There must have been a thousand women crammed in the one vast enclosed space, a writhing mass of humanity, and most of them seemed to be engaged in loud conversations. There were lengthy lines for every take-away food joint and every table was full. I gazed around at first, naturally searching for a free table - which was rather difficult from my low vantage point in my stroller. Then I...
Baby Baby by g. p. "Ow! That hurt" "Jeez aren't you the sensitive one. Here I thought you liked it when I nibbled on your nipples." "That was before you got me pregnant you miserable swine. Now as I've started to blow up like a beach ball every part of my body has betrayed me and become super sensitive." Cathy was into the sixth month of her first pregnancy. After having been a well off, self centered yuppie, with a perfectly proportioned exotic dancer's figure before the...
Baby Chloe in his Satin Baby Dress Bag "Hello, Sheila. Come in. Do you want some help with your stuff? Oh my, there's such a lot of it." "Yes, Andrea. Help me wheel everything inside the door and we can leave it in the hall for the time being. Until we've got him ready..." The two women shared a giggle across one of the trolleys. "Is he under sedation?" asked the doctor, pulling the first one inside the door for Andrea to take it from her and park it along her hallway near the...