Choto Temple Ch 13
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Here’s Chapter 2 (of 14, altogether). I really appreciate the feedback, whether by voting or by dropping me a line. Hope you like Chapter 2!
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‘I love Japan, and so many things about Japanese culture, but the lack of furniture drives me nuts,’ Zerzinski said, as he sat down on the couch.
‘Why don’t they all get back problems from sitting on the floor all the time?’ he continued. ‘I don’t know how that works.’
He had a warmth about him that I hadn’t expected. I had never met him til now. But the way he was generally depicted back when he was in the news cycle was as a difficult, taciturn kind of guy with all sorts of questionable motives.
The vibe he gave off to me, though, was that of an upbeat, relaxed guy. And it would seem that he has plenty to be upbeat about.
He proceeded to act the way one would expect a convivial host to act, asking me how my trip to the mountain was. Of course he knew there’s no direct way to get there without a private jet or something. So the journey is always a bit of an adventure.
‘Shall we get started?’ I asked, after what seemed like an appropriate amount of small-talk.
He breathed deeply. More like a sigh.
‘Sure.’
‘Giving interviews isn’t your favorite thing to do?’
I hoped he knew I was referring to the sigh with that question.
‘You haven’t given an interview in ten years?’
He paused before answering.
‘Before I started teaching high school, I was playing a lot of music. I did a lot of seat-of-the-pants touring. With bands that were always falling apart after a few months and such.
‘But anyway,’ he went on, ‘what can happen after an interview is a lot like what happens after you play a bad note. But with amplification and an audience. Well, good or bad note. It’s amplified. The effect is much bigger than it would be if it stayed in your bedroom.’
‘As a musician and a journalist myself, I completely understand your point.’
But I was still waiting for his answer, and he knew that. He sighed again.
‘They say when you start meditating, don’t mention it to anyone for the first five or ten years.’
He paused before continuing. ‘I was a pretty level-headed, self-confident guy before the diagnosis, I like to think. But I think most people would have a challenging time with what happened to me, and, well, I did, too. I didn’t see the point in talking about these things with journalists anymore, so I stopped.’
I looked at the MP3 recorder to make sure it was working properly, and opened my notebook to where I had been outlining interview topics to cover.
‘Can you say in your own words, where are we? What is this place here on this mountain in rural Japan?’
Zerzinski paused again. He was clearly a bit hesitant, if not tense, since the interview part began. I imagined eventually he’d loosen up. At least I hoped so.
The expression on his face reminded me of the expressions on the faces of many politicians I’d interviewed over the years, who are always so careful about how they phrase things. Lest someone out there read into something a meaning or attitude they didn’t want to communicate.
‘Well, one thing this place is,’ he said, ‘is a pretty impressive example of the adaptability of Japanese culture.’
‘Did you teach social studies when you taught high school?’
There was something distinctly teacher-ish in his delivery, and I had to ask.
‘Yes, for many years.’
He smiled, and looked a bit sheepish.
‘Sorry, please continue. How does this place exhibit this adaptability?’
‘Well, they’ve taken a modern problem and a modern solution, but found a way to interface between these two things in what is in many ways a very traditionally-oriented process.
‘They formed a temple, involving different kinds of training, service, and rituals. They’ve taken what could potentially be a very uncomfortable or inappropriate, taboo kind of thing, and made it honorable and even exciting.’
‘Exciting for you?’ I asked.
‘Undeniably, it is exciting for me. And I’ve never said otherwise.’
He was sounding somewhat defensive, but I went on with my line of questioning.
‘All the women of the world wanting to have sex with you is basically a positive?’
‘Not all,’ he corrected. ‘But a hell of a lot. Yes, there’s quite a silver lining. But it comes with challenges.’
‘What sorts of challenges?’
He breathed deeply before answering, and paused to take a sip of the sparkling water that was making a faint bubbly noise. I imagined the sound of the bubbles I’d hear later when listening to the recording, as I also took a sip from my glass.
‘I guess mostly the same kinds of challenges involved with winning a really big lottery jackpot. Or having a massive, runaway hit in the Billboard charts.’
He paused thoughtfully.
‘Well, more like winning the lottery,’ he continued. ‘Because the fact that this happened to me is completely coincidental, it has nothing to do with talent. Which is another one of the challenges involved.’
He paused again, clearly thinking about how to explain his thought better. I waited silently, patiently. Often the best interviewing technique is to say nothing, while looking attentive and interested. Let the silences happen.
‘All kinds of moral quandaries,’ he finally went on. ‘I’m just glad this didn’t happen to me when I was any younger.’
‘I don’t know how many of the Billboard hits have to do with talent,’ I interjected. Then I asked my next question.
‘Some people say this place is a cult. What do you say to that?’
He chuckled a little. ‘I love that phrase, ‘some people say,’ that’s a good one.
‘I don’t know what qualifies for cult status. I’d say the Catholic Church is much more of a cult than this place. If this is a cult, then I don’t know who the leader of it is. Cults usually have charismatic gurus, don’t they?’
‘You’re not the leader?’ I asked.
‘No,’ he answered decisively. ‘They formed this Purification Temple, and later also the Choto Temple, basically as a direct consequence of my diagnosis.
‘But if someone else had the same kind of unusual chromosomes as me, they would have put them at the center of the thing. I just ultimately decided it was too good an opportunity to pass up, for a lot of reasons.’
I was somewhat expecting to meet an emotionally distant, self-important narcissist. But Zerzinski still kept striking me as an intelligent guy who had given a lot of thought to a lot of stuff that most people never have to think about.
‘OK, let’s backtrack. Let’s start at the beginning,’ I announced. It’s often a good place to start, I find.
‘To when I was diagnosed?’ he asked.
‘That’s the beginning for you, isn’t it?’
‘Well, I certainly have tended to see my life in terms of Before the Diagnosis and After the Diagnosis, that’s for sure.’
‘Understandably enough,’ I said. ‘But I was thinking of BD.’
Zerzinski nodded.
‘I’d like to get a picture of what your life was like in the decades before the CDC anointed you the sexiest man in the world.’
He smiled, or grimaced, I couldn’t tell which.
‘What were you into as a kid? What were your early relationships like? Let’s dwell on that for a while.’
‘I was a geeky kid. Spent a lot of time alone in the woods. Or home reading comic books. Or spending all day and night on a given weekend obsessively playing Dungeons & Dragons with my few, geeky friends.’ He paused. ‘They were all guys,’ he added.
‘There were no girlfriends in the picture?’ I asked.
‘The whole concept was just alien to me, though something I desperately wanted. In retrospect, desperately wanting something you don’t understand while at the same time totally ignoring it and obsessin
g over role-playing games is overall not a good sexual strategy.’
‘You found better sexual strategies eventually?’
‘Yes. Learning to talk to girls like they’re fellow human beings helped. And playing the guitar. Well, actually the combination of singing while playing the guitar, really. The singer in the band always gets laid the most.’
‘I’d have to concur with that observation,’ I said.
Next question. ‘Can you tell me something about your earliest sexual experiences?’
This clearly wasn’t the first time he’d encountered that one. His answer sounded rehearsed.
‘They could generally be characterized by their brevity, and by premature ejaculation.’
‘Any lasting relationships?’
‘Not until I was 19. I guess I kind of got the hang of it after that. The lasting relationship thing. They didn’t last long for the most part until I was a bit older.
‘I was a pretty arrogant, know-it-all kind of hippie kid. But I guess there were attractive enough aspects to me, since there was only a few months during my twenties when I wasn’t hooked up with someone.’
He paused. ‘Though at the time it seemed like an exceedingly long few months, I remember well. I was despondent.’
‘I wonder if you could talk about the contrast between your general relationship with sex BD versus AD? I think this is among the things that really interest readers. And editors.’
‘Sex.’
He paused again and let the short, potent word hover in the air before continuing.
‘What can I say, it’s a little like night and day. Though thankfully maybe not quite that much.
‘I mean, I often wonder what it would have been like if I had been one of those really awkward guys who never got laid, never had relationships, and then this happened to me?
‘It might be too much to handle. It already has been, for me, too, at various points.
‘Though I know,’ he added, ‘that may be hard for some guys to digest.’
He looked at me before continuing. I tilted my head in a certain way that almost always successfully communicates I understand, please go on.
‘When I was younger, I got into a number of wonderful relationships with a variety of women, some few of whom I even stayed friends with after we broke up. We experimented with polyamory with varying degrees of success.
‘I had a lot of good sex, but that’s all relative. I mean by some standards I was maybe a bit of a Casanova. In a typical year, especially when I was trying to make a go of it as a musician, I was often in some kind of sexual relationship with five different women in different parts of the world.’
‘A girl in every port, as the saying goes?’
‘Well, that’s the idea, perhaps,’ Zerzinski said. ‘But really, no. Five – that’s maybe five ports. Or more if they’re mobile.
‘But it’s a totally different situation to now. I mean five, that’s a lot more than zero. But a lot less than 365.’
‘Point taken.’
‘But those five – they wanted me for who I was. I mean maybe they liked me because I played music, but at least that’s a skill that I learned over many years, you know? Not just some exotic chromosome I happened to be born with.’
‘Hm, that sort of takes away your sense of agency, doesn’t it?’ I asked.
‘Indeed it does,’ he replied immediately. ‘But I’m more or less at peace with that, now, and able to just enjoy life, for the most part. It’s a good life.’
‘It seems like there might be some positive aspects to it,’ I joked weakly.
Next question. Editor’s choice.
‘Robert, when I say the phrase, ‘especially memorable sexual experience from your youth,’ what’s the first thing that comes to mind?’
He looked a bit distant, as if trying to pull an old memory out of a part of his brain he hadn’t accessed in a while. Then he smiled.
‘I’ll call her Eva. Wellesley College. Our first night together is etched in my mind like it happened last week.
‘It was all so real, so unusual back then. I didn’t feel like I had to remind myself that I’m not living in a dream. It was a dream, and it was real, and just electric. Well everything seemed more real back then.
‘The band I was trying to keep together at the time was all in Philadelphia. They had driven there from Connecticut the day before, like sensible people, to have a little time in Philly before the gig the next day.
‘Me, I went north instead, where I was featuring at a little open mike at Wellesley College. Which is in the suburbs of Boston.’
‘Yeah, I grew up in New England, too, actually, near you, in Connecticut,’ I interjected. ‘Sorry, please go on, Robert.’
‘Right on. What town?’
‘Westport.’
‘Ah, the Gold Coast. I grew up in New Canaan, among the bankers.’
‘Ah, yes, I know it well. There’s a train station there. OK, so you’re at Wellesley…’
‘Wellesley, yes.’
He continued where he had left off. ‘So I’m doing this little open mike feature. Which was totally not worth bothering with from a financial or professional perspective.
‘Except that I had been exchanging flirtatious messages with a student there who I met the last time I had a gig at the college. I invited her to come to Philly with me for the weekend, and said she could just come with me after the open mike. She agreed, which was thrilling.
‘I barely knew her, so I figured we could have some time to talk while driving. Since I needed to be in Philly the next day, I figured it’d be better to drive at night at least part of the way.
‘So we were having a good time talking and sharing stories about childhood. Though for her that was essentially the year before, and it was a bit disconcerting for me back then each time she began a sentence with, ‘last year, in high school.’ But she was clearly not a kid anymore, anyway.’
He was sounding perhaps a bit apologetic. He continued.
‘We were enjoying the drive and the conversation, both, I thought. Then we were through most of Connecticut, and I was thinking, it would be good to start looking for a motel or something. But by the the time I had that thought, we were on the fucking Gold Coast.’
‘And everything’s twice as expensive,’ I added helpfully.
‘Right, and I was living pretty hand-to-mouth at the time. So I thought, we need to get to the other side of New York City, well into New Jersey, before the prices get reasonable again. But by this time, there’s something unexpected happening in the passenger seat.
‘Eva would interject in between other topics of conversation, ‘are we going to stop soon?’ And every time she’d say this, she would unbutton, unsnap, or unzip some article of her clothing.
‘In between unbuttoning things, she’d be caressing her body, putting her hands in various places under her clothing. And otherwise behaving in an extremely distracting manner.
‘By the time we got to the George Washington Bridge, Eva was completely naked aside from her panties and socks. As I was driving down the New Jersey Turnpike I was really trying hard to pay attention to the road.
‘Though I was also thinking, I’m sure I could just stop anywhere and Eva would be into fucking in the car or something. But I didn’t want to fuck in the car. I wanted to get to a motel.
‘But there are no fucking signs for lodging on the New Jersey Turnpike! This was before GPS’s. I couldn’t believe it. I was going nuts.
‘Eventually I just pulled off at a random exit, and there were a bunch of motels there. Somehow or other I got us a room, and we were fucking within about five minutes of going through the door.’
Zerzinski paused, as if lost in thought.
I waited a moment before saying, in what I hoped was a playful tone, ‘don’t stop just when we’re getting to the juicy part.’
I was trying to say something encouraging. It seemed to work.
‘Ah, how to describe these things…
‘ He collected more thoughts before continuing.
‘Just transcendent. Amazing. She was the very image of African beauty. She had grown up riding a bicycle and acting in Georgia. She was my height, but much thinner. Lean, though endowed with incredible breasts, the size of small watermelons. And just as firm, and impossibly pert. The kind of pertness only possible when you’re 19. The only other part of her body that had any fat in it was her gorgeous ass.
‘And her whole body, mind, her entire person that night was obsessively focused on nothing but her desire to fuck me. It was so complete.
‘Her skin was so warm and velvety, and she smelled so good. There was no question about what variety of sexual intercourse she was ready for that night – just everything I did was met with total approval. Interspersed with shuddering, full-body orgasms she’d have every ten minutes or so.
‘Yeah, wonderful night, but probably particularly memorable because of the build-up. Those hours of anticipation stuck in a car on the turnpike while Eva got undressed in the passenger seat.
‘And it’s memorable because an impossibly beautiful young woman wanted to fuck me so much, just because she liked something about me. All very memorable, because it didn’t happen every day, partly. Not like things since the diagnosis.’
As if on cue, there was a gentle knock on a door, and one of the walls was sliding open, revealing a beautiful young woman. After a moment I realized it was the same woman I had seen before, standing behind Zerzinski. Now her hair was in a neat little bun, and she was more fully dressed.
She said something in Japanese and Zerzinski translated. ‘Would you like something to drink? There’s an espresso machine. The only one for miles around.’
‘A cappuccino would be great,’ I said, and the woman repeated, ‘cappuccino’ and then some other things I didn’t understand, and she closed the door behind her.
‘Can you tell me about her?’ I asked Zerzinski.
‘Her name is Mariko. She’s a member of the Choto Temple.’
‘What’s the Choto Temple?’
‘Geez, it’s all on Wikipedia. Don’t you guys do research before you interview someone?’
‘Sorry, my memory is like a sieve,’ I admitted. ‘But it’s great to get this in your own words, anyway. All I ever hear about is the Purification Temple.’
‘Yeah, that’s the main thing. The Choto Temple is more an offshoot, an improvised addition to the original plan.’
He breathed deeply. ‘Sometimes it just randomly hits me how completely crazy and surreal all this is.’
He took a thoughtful sip of bubbly water before continuing.
‘The people on the council in Fukushima originally came up with the Purification Temple idea. Providing young women from the area with a ritualized structure for them to receive this inoculation.’
‘By ‘inoculation’,’ I interrupted, ‘you’re referring to sexual intercourse, correct?’
‘Exactly,’ he replied, with a slightly perplexed expression that communicated his keen awareness that he’s in a strange situation. ‘So that’s the basis of the Purification Temple. The Choto Temple, well, you have to understand the numbers first.’
Zerzinki looked at me with his fairly piercing brown eyes, making sure I was following him.
‘There are tens of thousands of women who qualify for the Purification Temple. Of those tens of thousands who qualify, there are many thousands who sign up and get on a very long waiting list, since there’s only room for 200 of them in a given year. So to add some more surreality to the already surreal, some fairly spectacular women started up the Choto Temple.’
‘And how does it differ from the Purification Temple?’
‘They’re volunteers, they’re not part of that arrangement. They sort of do their own thing within this context,’ Zerzinski explained.
‘So,’ he went on, ‘the Purification Temple visitors come in the evening. During the day, members of the Choto Temple are around. And, well, I hang out with them. And we engage in various activities that are all set out by the Temple.’
‘What does that involve, generally?’
‘It’s no secret. ‘Choto’ is a play on words. Lots of ironic humor here in Japan – you find that out when you actually learn the language. ‘Choto’ means ‘a little,’ but it also serves as a mild admonishment, like what someone might say to someone else who’s acting a little inappropriate.’
Interesting things started happening from the moment I left Zerzinski’s house, to walk down the trail to my place. The first thing was only notable in retrospect. Another beautiful Japanese woman was walking toward Zerzinski’s place as I was leaving, as usual. She appeared to be a member of the Choto Temple. At least, most of the women who were older than teenagers seemed to be Choto members. And this one looked to be in her late twenties perhaps. Her face was lacking the usual...
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The diary continued for quite some pages. I was looking forward to reading more later. But there was a schedule to keep. I grabbed my notepad and recorder and headed toward Zerzinski’s place. ‘The thing is,’ Zerzinski said matter-of-factly, ‘if I heard some of the things I have said to you when I was younger, I would have thought I was an asshole.’ ‘Even if you understood the context?’ I asked. He smiled. ‘I was a pretty ideological guy, before… I don’t know. I’d like to think with enough...
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Shane finished his final touches of getting ready in the hotel room. He made sure the gingerbread candle was lit. He lathered himself with cocoa butter and sprayed some perfume. The five-foot-eight-inch, one-hundred-forty-pound batty boi was so ready to see him.Driving his silver 2012 Nissan Armada out of the parking lot on his lunch break, Chris headed towards the motel where his paramour was spending the night. He was barely a half-inch taller than Shane and weighed close to the same although...
To friends main ranjit mishra,hazir hu phir anuja meri sali,adhi gharwali- part 2 lekar, ha dosto to anu aur mai hum dono dukan me dakhil huye,aur anuja ne bras aur panty dekhne shuru kiye.. Lady-what would u like sir and mam? Anu- actually i wanna buy undergarments for my self. Lady- yes sure! Your bra size mam? Anu- its 36.. Meri taraf dekhkar anu hansne lagi.. Me- hmm jaldi karo,i hv some patients lined up in clinic… Jb anuja ne choose krna start kiya to lady ne kaha aap ki wife bahot...
I'll try to keep this short and sweet because I cant type very well or spell for that matter, but I have to tell this! A little over 2 yrs ago I was just getting into bed around 1:30 am after a night out with girlfriends. My doorbell rang and scared the shit out of me because I did'nt know who to expect. I went to the door and looked thru the peephole and saw my neighbor girl standing there. I opened the door and she stumbled in and almost did a face plant on my floor but I reached out and...
When she woke up, there was nothing rude to interrupt her. It was nice and calming for a few seconds, but soon grabbed her attention as something terribly wrong. She hadn't woken up without an alarm or some other noise in months. Before she could worry about whether or not she was going to miss her morning chemistry class, a realistic concern considering she had to rely on the sketchy bus system, she opened her eyes. It seemed that she was in more trouble than just a simple case of forgetting...
Mind Controli am abhi...and this is my story.i am a lecturer. "actually my story is different from urs.... u know why? coz i had my first sex encounter after i got job.... even i was also attracted towards guys from my childhood...but not that much....i never did anything in my childhood so my first gay sex encounter actually start on that day... i went to our collage loo.it was saperate loo for staff... when i enter in the toilet for pee...i saw our senior proffesor mr.karlekar was there.... actually he...
GayAs I came out of the shower, I watched my stepdad standing in my room near the window. “Dad, what are you doing here?” I asked, adjusting the white towel wrapped around my naked body. “How was your exam?” he asked, as he stared at my breasts. “It went quite well,” I told him. I waited for him to leave the room, but he said, “Good,” and came closer to me. “By the way, last night I came to your room. I thought you might be studying and needed a cup of coffee,” he said. “But…” I got a...
TabooFaith is sitting in her living room, on the soft, warm rug, her back leaning on the sofa, a glass of white, semi sweet wine in her hand. Slow, gentle music is playing in the background. Her eyes are drawn to the bright flames licking the firewood, and she’s lost in her thoughts, seemingly forever. Sipping some wine she almost misses the refreshingly sour after-taste, when the doorbell rings. She jerks, nearly spilling some of that delicious wine, a frown forms on her pretty face. She isn’t...
None So Blind by Paul1954 Well it would soon be over; the nightmare I had endured during the last year would soon come to an end and I would have to live with whatever the fates decreed. I had met the conditions. The nurse has just injected me with the anaesthetic and I can already feel my eyes starting to get heavy and maybe I can risk closing my eyes at night from here on in! I still regret that night, when on a visit home from college I decided to let my hair down and...
Mera naam trinsic(name changed) hai. (throughout the story real names are not revealed, sorry). mai jab 9th class me tha tab maine pehli baar apni aunty, jo ki height me karib 5ft7inch, gora rang aur patli kamar ki thi, unhe chua tha. patli kamar par gand ka gajab curve hai meri aunty ka. gulabi raseele hont, pyari si ada wali muskan aur gori si perfect size ki chuchi. unhe dekh ke agar kisi ko chdne ka man nhi kare to wo mard nhi chakka hai. THE START- baat us waqt ki hai jab mai 18+ ho chuka...
2: Slumber Party by Micaela Reynolds as told to BrettJ © 2009 * I hope I don’t screw this up, but goodness, I’m exhausted. I just spend a night with my daughters and my wife, a 4-girl lesbian orgy that left me not wanting to go to work this morning. I guess I’m fortunate Deb’s a bit more responsible than I am, having not grown up with money. She kicked my butt out of bed around 9, although the incentive of showering with my stepdaughter didn’t hurt. Christina absolutely loves sex in the...
“Darling, get yourself dolled up and ready, we are going somewhere nice tonight. Get the babysitter to look after the kids.” I told her over the phone. I am Zach Andrews and I have been married to Beth, my college sweetheart, for 10 years now. We are in our early thirties and have 2 beautiful kids. As my job pays well, Beth was able to stay home and look after the kids and the household. As our wedding anniversary was just a week away, I booked us a table at a nice restaurant, which was...
Sarah knew she was lucky to have a husband who made so much money that she could stay at home and didn’t need to work, but sometimes she got bored. There were only so many lunches with the ladies of the rotary club one can attend. Also, her husband Stephen worked so hard that he frequently was too tired to have sex. So there she was, a bored and horny housewife, a combustible combination. It was a warm day in late September when northern California got it’s annual heatwave. Sarah used to call...
Cuckold“She’ll see you now,” the secretary smiled as I approached the office of the vice principal.I shuddered for a moment, and with a great sigh, I entered her office. The secretary made sure that our secret meeting was kept confidential, as she rose from her desk and checked the hallway. The last thing I saw before I closed the door was her head peering down either side to see if the coast was clear. She turned back at me and nodded as I closed the door behind me.Mrs. Baker, our thirty-something...
SpankingHi, my name is ramesh kotari i am 19 years old and i live with my parents my dad’s name is rajesh and he works in an indian company and my mom’s name is sunita and is a housewife. We stay at pune. This incident i am going to share is when i was 14 years old. One day during my summer vacation i was watching tv when mom called me and said to accompany her to the market. Mom was wearing a red colour saree and a matching blouse. Now to describe mom looks, mom was 38 years old at that time and her...
IncestSam was pointing me to the replicator when I stumbled out of the master bedroom in search of life giving elixir. She had somehow, I do not know how but I will be eternally thankful to her, gotten hold of a decent coffee profile. I was the first up surprisingly and when the time that the women had been forcing me out of bed came and went I decided to check on them. Anna was doing her cat routine and was curled around a pillow and snuggled under the sheets. Mari was spooned behind her with...
"The weirdest thing I've done?" echoed Amy, giggling into her alcopop. "I don't know," she said in defeat. "Come on," pressed Megan, slumped on the couch next to Amy. "There has to be something that stands out." "Well," Amy admitted in between drunken laughs, "I've probably done a few things with my last girlfriend that would shock you." She took another sip of her drink. Megan took another swig of her beer. "Yeah, like what?" A sly grin was beginning to emerge on her...
Recently my co-worker King sent me an email with a Sex video where this hung black guy made loveTo this slim white lady in front of her husband. As I checkedOut the video my wife Susan walked over beforeI could close the clip. I was shocked that she liked Seeing a black guy bareback fuck a married white lady in frontOf her husband. Half way thru the clip Susan was Giving me a world class blow job. Susan was actingLike a totally different person. I didn’t say anythingBecause I was afraid that...
We left the greenhouses and continued our tour of the farm. The only thing really unique about the place was the water system. I had to give it to old Hassan, he might have been a miserable excuse for a human being, but he was a hell of an engineer. The source of the farms water was a very deep Artesian well. The well was tapped by a four-inch continuously coupled black iron pipe over eleven hundred feet long. Since Artesian wells are under pressure from the rock around them, there was no...
Pain I see you sitting there with a great look of despair What could be so horribly bad to make your face look so sad I see your hand resting on a knife are you thinking of taking your life if you are I want you to see just how great life and love can be you may not know but I'm your friend I'll stand by you to the very end come now and take my hand with a friend life won't be so bland a good life we together could seek if you like take a little peek together we go hand in...
To Someone Special Consider this as a Birthday gift from my freaky little mind lolI hope you all enjoy.With no phones or any type of communication from the outside world, I set up for one hell of a night for you and me. The sitting area is setting up for a seduction session fit for a king. The lights are dimmed just so right. The house is surrounded with candle light and soft music. When you knock on my door and I greet you wearing a see-through babydoll nightie with a sexy bra and panties set...
Food Court Frolic----------It was Friday afternoon; very warm temperatures had kept most people inside except for the die-hards. I checked with Dad to see if he minded if I went shopping. He seemed happy to let me take some time off to relax for a change, so I quickly ran into the house, changed into a clean low cut blouse and a short blue jeans skirt. I had my favorite half-top red, white and blue cowboy boots on and my matching flag handbag, grabbed the keys to the truck, rolled down the...
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...
11:52pm Baby has spent the day filling Cunt in on the rules and her new daily routine and duties. I watched them off and on all day via the hidden video cameras in each room of the basement. Baby had Cunt change in to an official slave outfit, which is plain cotton panties, a matching t-shirt, and a pair of socks. This is all slaves are allowed to wear. They may pick from several colors, but they must match, and nothing else may be worn. She also taught Cunt how to "assume the...
Like most normal men, I've had fantasies about having sex with my mother. They began as a kid. Mom was a pretty woman and she had that certain something which we refer to as sexuality. There was something sexual about her. My friends always seemed to have the hots for her and, as I grew older, I noticed that lots of men found her attractive. My fantasies about her sort of went on the back burner as I grew up. After I had my first experience with an older woman, those fantasies returned. I'd...
A man named Phil was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed at home. Sometimes he would come home tired and depressed, and when he would tell her how he felt, she would turn around and tell him how hard her day had been. Well of course Phil, being a man, could not believe that getting to stay at home, not answering to bosses and other employees, etc. could be all that hard. After all, he reasoned in his head, my wife gets to send the k**s to school, so she is free all...
Totally true story.Coming home a bit drunk, and as usual very horny, one summer night, I went by two guys peeing at the park. I looked at them and they looked back when they noticed me. I kept walking slowly but could feel them looking at me as I would glance back at them, they didn't seem upset or anything so I glanced directly at their peeing cocks. And kept walking. They said hi and asked if I was heading somewhere as they finished peeing and approached me. One was not too tall and a bit...
Hi ISS readers, i am Raj, 24 yrs well built guy working for Indian army. My family lives in ooty. My father being a retired military officer wanted to settle in ooty to relax, lives there with my sweet little sister, Priya 18 yrs. I have lost my mother 8 years back. I was getting trained in dehradun for army, and i got a leave for one month after four long years so i thought of going to ooty to meet my family. I felt happier for getting leave than for the reason i am meeting my family because...
IncestThe earlier rain had cooled the meadows and with the sun still behind heavy cloud it made for a chilly day to be out riding. “ Is it far to this Lodge then Guy?” Shelia asked as she rode behind him. “Just a few minutes more now. See that clump of trees ahead, it’s in there.” Having arrived it surprised Shelia how little light there was in the copse. They dismounted and tethered their mounts. “Where on earth is it then Guy?” He chuckled, “OK, better take my hand because it’s down a little...
It has been some 3 months since the last time I had sex with aunt D. My uncle have not taken any trip outside Manila lately and I'd been so horny. That weekend was a local festival and some of the crew who runs uncle's 5 cargo trucks were in their house for celebration. They were drinking and watching old boxing fights. Aunt D serve them with wine and food. She was wearing shorts and a white shirt with no bra underneath. The outline of her very nice tits and sharp nipple, and her perfectly...
George slept rough that night. Tabitha was broken after leaving Steven’s, so switching back to his normal self the man figured it would help to ignore those awful feelings. But it didn’t, they remained there and the remained as strong as ever. Thankfully Genzo seemed to be occupied, entertaining another woman. Tabitha went to school, even though she felt like not going, but just as George was keen on finishing high school and going to college, he is just as determined to do the same as...