One Month of Chuck Steve an Alternative ScenarioChapter 27
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Adults only warning: This story contains scenes of violence and explicit sexuality, and is not meant for children or the sensitive. If such things offend you, don’t read this story.
This story is very loosely inspired by the plot of the opera “The Flying Dutchman” and by an old Twilight Zone episode whose title I have forgotten. Nearly all of the roles are played by professional wrestling characters such as the Undertaker, Triple H, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Paul Bearer, but that is not essential to the point of the story. It is a tale of violence, damnation, and lust, but it ends in a kind of hope. If that sounds like a queer juxtaposition…well, that’s the story of my life as a writer. It’s got a lot of story to go with the sex, but there is plenty of sex! I wrote this one in the summer of 2001, and I still enjoy re-reading it.
Summary: The Hellrider roams the lonely roads, a terrible task hanging over his head for eternity. Can he find salvation in the arms of a woman as damned as he?
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Deathbed
by Madame Manga
Part One
“Oh, hell,” I said, and kicked my shredded tire. The compartment for the spare was empty. I had forgotten that Roy had had a flat the previous week, and this was his BMW–I’d taken it instead of my car for no particular reason that I could remember. Earlier that morning, three hundred miles east of here, I hadn’t been thinking very clearly about such things, of course. I’d never thought to check whether he’d replaced the spare.
I sat down in the driver’s seat of the BMW and closed my eyes both in exasperation and against the glare of the afternoon sun. A hundred and fifty miles to go to Papa’s house, and it might as well have been the dark side of the moon without a working car. But it was a miracle that the blown tire hadn’t sent the car completely out of control, I had been driving too fast for my ability since I was in such a hurry, and the abrupt left-hand curve had taken me by surprise. Someone else had been taken by surprise as well, since he had spilled some of his load of used lumber, complete with big bent nails sticking straight up like police roadblock spikes.
The thought of police did nothing to ease my mind–if they were after me by now, I had no way to run. My right front tire had instantly exploded and sent me veering off onto the right shoulder. The ditch beside the road could have flipped the car on its roof if I’d gone in, it was sheer chance that I had stopped in time, though I had panicked and stomped on the brakes so hard that they had locked in a terrifying screech. There had been a rough jolt and a flash of light and an impression of tearing apart, but when I’d come to my senses I had been sitting on the shoulder, my skid marks still smoking. I looked at the four white wooden crosses set against the bank of the ditch to mark where a fatal accident had taken place. Someone had been watching over me, because by all rights, I should have been dead.
Dead. The realization sent a thrill through my body, centering between my legs, hot and fluid like blood or sex, such thoughts always affected me that way.
Perhaps it would have been best if I *had* died…a quick shock and all my troubles would have been over, out of my hands, forgotten. Death could have meant peace, I liked the idea of traveling an unknown road with death my only companion. Though where I might have ended up after taking the easy way out might have made the most troublesome life look like paradise. “Speaking of hell…” I muttered to myself. I’d once been a devout Catholic, but I told myself I didn’t believe in such things any more.
Well, as long as I wasn’t dead, I realized I had better call Papa to tell him I’d be late. Leaning into the car and reaching for my purse, I felt for my cell phone. My fingers first encountered the stock of the .32, since the revolver crowded the other contents aside as if to make itself manifest with a mind of its own. I pulled the gun out and put it on the passenger seat, removed a Snickers bar to get it out of the way as well, then found my phone and turned it on, pulling up the antenna. It beeped for a moment as it attempted to find a signal and failed. This was a country road that ran between hills, far from any town, and of course there wasn’t a cell tower in transmission range.
I jammed the phone back in my purse and swore. Papa wasn’t expecting me for another three hours or so, I hadn’t seen another vehicle on this road in thirty minutes at least, and since I’d taken this detour for the express purpose of avoiding the well-traveled freeways that crossed the state line, no one knew where I was. Even if Papa backtracked to find me, he wouldn’t realize I had wandered fifty miles north of my usual route, since I hadn’t told him my exact plans when I had called him that morning, I had been frantic to get on the road and had told him nothing but the bare facts. I was well and truly stuck unless someone stopped to help.
Where was the next house or ranch? I’d never driven this way before, so I had no idea, but probably the nearest people were miles away–I’d last passed a driveway and mailbox three quarters of an hour before doing seventy, and there were no fences or cows in sight. Nothing but rolling brown hills slashed with an occasional ravine, the black strip of road winding along a dry creekbed before ascending one of the lower hills some distance to the west, my direction of travel. It might have been the Sahara Desert for all the signs of life or settlement I could see.
Getting a map out of the glove compartment, I studied the route. No towns were marked along the road for twenty miles to the east and fifty miles to the west. I had two choices. I could stay with the car and hope someone came along before dark, or I could start hiking in the hot sun under the cloudless sky with no water and not much idea of my destination. I decided to stay with the car.
More than five hours later I was beginning to regret that decision. Not a single car had come along the road in all that time. The sun had declined to a point almost directly level with my eyes as I stood on the shady side of the baking-hot black BMW, it would set in less than thirty minutes. I would not only be stuck, I would be stuck after dark with no food or water on a lonely road without even the option of hiking out. I might have been a little scatterbrained that day, but I wasn’t stupid enough to walk a road I didn’t know in the dark of the moon without a flashlight. I could stumble straight into one of the ravines and never be heard from again. But I was hungry, having eaten the candy bar from my purse three hours before, and I was very thirsty, not having had a drink since I had left home. Was I going to have to stay here all night? It certainly looked like it.
A few Canada geese flew overhead, honking. I checked my watch for the fourteenth or fifteenth time: 7:30 P.M. and only a little bit of daylight left. The sun kept declining and touched the crest of the western hill, just where the road came over the ridge, my spirits sinking with it.
At that moment, at long last, I heard an engine. A faint sound approaching from the west, though still a long way off on the other side of the hill. “Thank you, God!” I said to the sky. It was probably a ranch pickup with a dog or two in the back and a guy with a cowboy hat driving–he could give me a ride to the nearest phone and maybe even something to drink. I was so thirsty my mouth had gone nearly dry. The sound of the engine suddenly increased in volume and something topped the ridge, centered in the disk of the dying sun.
Squinting against the light, I tried to make out what the vehicle was, but as it started down the slope towards me, it fell into the shadows on the eastern side of the hill. All I could see was a moving blotch wheeling
with the sunspots in my vision, the engine growing louder and louder. Deep, throaty hammer of pistons, I blinked into the twilight at the blotch. It wasn’t growing larger at a quick enough rate–too small for a truck. A compact car, or…a motorcycle. Yes, it was definitely a bike, since now I could see the blotch had only one headlight, and my ears could make out the distinctive throb of a Harley. I hadn’t had entirely good experiences with guys who rode Harleys, so the sound sent a wave of prickles over my skin.
I got into the still-hot car and glanced at the revolver on the passenger seat. It was unlikely that a man who rode on remote routes at dusk was a predator–how many unaccompanied women was he likely to encounter? Probably just a farm kid on his way home for dinner, I wouldn’t want to frighten him when he pulled up.
The sun slipped behind the hill and twilight spread over the valley just ahead of the approaching bike. I had a strange idea that the rider was bringing the shadows with him. I closed the car door and put the gun under the floor mat where it would be accessible just in case, and straightened up to look out the windshield at the rider, turning on my headlights to show him that there was someone in the car. He was about a quarter of a mile away now, rapidly approaching, and he had grown larger with proximity at a rate faster than that of his bike. It was a big bike, but he was a bigger man. No helmet, just a black bandanna tied over his forehead.
I flashed the brights a couple of times as a distress signal and the rider slowed, his head cocking at an angle as if he were sizing me up. I could see he had long hair under the bandanna and wore a black leather coat and jeans. As he braked to a stop on the gravel shoulder ten yards in front of the car, spotlighted in my headlights, I bit my lip with the beginnings of apprehension.
Part Two
He wasn’t merely a big man, he was huge. Shoulders like an eight-lane highway, enormous hands in black fingerless gloves, muscular legs that went on for miles. As he sat upright in the saddle of the big pearl-white Harley, his feet planted flat on the ground, his knees bent at enough of an angle that his thighs pushed up the folded flaps of the coat. How tall was he? He cut his engine and left the keys in the ignition, then flipped down the kickstand and dismounted with a deliberate swing of one of those endless legs.
I realized my heart was beating like a sledgehammer, I swallowed hard with a dry throat and nudged the revolver with my foot. A trickle of sweat ran down my cheek because the car was hotter than hell inside after sitting in the sun all afternoon, and I wiped it away. If I was going to get the gun out again I had better do it now, because the rider had tucked his sunglasses into his coat and was walking towards my car, his boots crunching on the gravel. He stood well over six feet–no, he stood well over six and a half feet. Close to seven feet tall, and the long leather coat lent him the air of a caped highwayman, the flaps swinging with his lengthy strides.
I wondered if I should open the door at all–I tried to remember articles I had read on what women should do if they had car trouble. What kind of man was he: honorable or otherwise? Could I even tell from his outward appearance? His face was large-featured and fair-skinned, marked with a reddish goatee and mustache a little darker than his collarbone-length hair, the edges of which glowed flame-colored against the sunset sky. Something about that face frightened me aside from its owner’s size, though its expression wasn’t overtly cruel or degenerate. It was set and grim and…indifferent. Indifferent to what? I couldn’t quantify that face, and I had little time to think it over. The rider had reached my car.
He tapped my hood with the fingers of one hand and glanced at the engine badging and the ruined tire, then came around to the driver’s window and put a hand on the roof. He had to bend a long way down to look through the window at me, nearly squatting on his haunches, and I met his eyes.
Narrow and penetrating under light brows, they looked strangely acid green, but that was probably a trick of the fading light, I thought. Their gaze held mine through the glass for a long moment, then moved over the interior of the car and my body, the rider finally meeting my eyes again as I examined him. He might have been in his late thirties, about eight or nine years older than I. An open denim shirt showed the upper contours of his pectorals and he wore a gold chain around his neck. His face was either too heavy-boned and Irish slope-nosed for beauty, or its virile irregularities fell together into a strangely compelling mix–I couldn’t decide on that aspect of it either. It wasn’t a clean-cut face, or a simple face. The mind and personality and experiences behind it had been shaping and battering it for a lifetime. The rider raised his brows slightly as if to inquire whether I was planning to roll the window down any time soon, and I flushed and rolled it down.
The outside air was growing chilly and somewhat damp, moving the evening’s scent past my face, I caught road dust and engine smell and something even warmer from the rider’s body: sharp saltiness with a musky undertone. It was like worn leather or dried meat, something neither alive nor dead: in arrested decay. All the muscles of my thighs and pelvis tensed for a moment. I’d always noticed that if you liked a man’s smell, the rest might not matter much. He could be a pipsqueak or a gun control advocate and still he could do just fine in bed if you liked his smell. And the rider wasn’t a pipsqueak by a long, long shot.
“Evenin’,” he said.
“Uh…hello,” I replied.
“You’ve been sitting here a long time, girl.”
My eyebrows went up–how did he know? “Your engine’s cold,” he said by way of explanation. Looking at me very carefully, he took a deep breath through his nose, I had the impression he was evaluating my scent the same way I had his.
“Oh. I got a flat about two this afternoon. See that lumber there, with the nails? I almost ran off the road and I’m not sure how I–” The rider silently asked a question again and I said, “There’s no spare and I don’t know this road, so I thought it was better to stay in the car. I might have tried to walk out if I’d realized how little traffic there is along here. You’re the first person I’ve seen since I…”
Again my muscles tensed, the flutter in my stomach probably visible through my jeans, because admitting how alone I was seemed dangerous. I wished I had put the gun in my pocket, though a dinky .32 might not have made much impression on a near-seven-foot monster like the rider unless I hit dead center. I knew how to use a gun, of course, but I wasn’t a hand-to-hand fighter, and even if I had been, my potential opponent’s size advantage alone would have defeated me before I ever got started. A gun was an equalizer, the only one available to a small woman like me.
“Blew a tire on the curve and almost ran off the road.” His voice was low and measured with a strong taste of Texas in it. I saw his brows crease and his tongue ruminatively push out his cheek, and he looked up and down the road and at the skid marks and the car and me as if he were visualizing what had happened. Glancing at the four white crosses, he seemed to come to a conclusion and nodded slightly to himself.
“Yes, that’s what I said. So I guess that I’ve–”
“Been waiting just for me?” he said, straightening up without even the ghost of a smile. “Come on, get out.”
“W-what?”
“Get out of the car, girl.” He rapped on the roof with a note of mild impatience. “Fancy set of wheels, but it’s not going anywhere right now. I’ll take you where you need to be.” Pointing his chin at his bike, he looked down at me. I didn’t move. How could I put myself into the hands of
a man like him, a formidable stranger whose trustworthiness was entirely unknown? He smiled slightly, the first time he had done so. The expression improved his looks considerably–all the angles of his face realigned, and my heart jumped. “Now, this is assuming you don’t want to sit here until someone else happens to come this way, tomorrow or the next day. I could be wrong.” When I didn’t immediately reply he shrugged slightly and turned, heading back to his bike.
I made a quick decision and scooped up the .32 from under the mat, inserting it into my purse out of his line of sight, then unlocked the door and rolled the window up again before getting out. I turned off the headlights and put on my jacket. The rider had already started his Harley and rode it slowly up to the side of the BMW as if he’d known all along that I would agree. I locked the door and looked around.
The rider’s eyes were directed at my rear end, but again I had the impression of indifference. “’Least you’re dressed all right for a bike. Get on.” I slung my purse over my shoulder and pulled it around to my back to avoid banging the gun against him and betraying its presence, then stood up against the bike and put a tentative hand on the saddle. The rider looked around at me. “You ever ridden before?”
I blushed a little, I knew I didn’t look much like a biker babe, though I wore (designer) jeans and an (expensive) leather jacket. “Uh, yes. A while ago. With a helmet.”
“Sorry, don’t have one.” He cocked a brow at me. “You could just say a prayer and trust that I’m the one to keep you safe.”
I didn’t feel the least bit safe with him, not in any respect, but I didn’t have a lot of choice, so I put a foot up on a piece of chrome and struggled to mount the high back of the saddle, I was only five foot four in three-inch heels and obviously this bike hadn’t been chopped low, not with a rider nearly seven feet tall. He turned and picked me up, lifting me effortlessly into place and flipping out the passenger foot pegs. I gasped a little, both in in awe at his strength and in disturbance at his touch. Those hands were so large they completely spanned my admittedly small waist.
“Hang on,” he said, pivoted the bike and took off in the direction from which he had come.
I grabbed him around the waist and hung on as he told me. Into the reddening sunset he rode, his hair whipping in the wind far over my head and the leather coat bellying like a spinnaker. “Where were you aiming to go, girl?” he asked over his shoulder, raising his voice to be heard above the roar of the bike.
“My Papa’s house. I was supposed to be there by four, so I’m hours late. He’s probably tracking me with bloodhounds by now.”
He grunted, which I felt more than heard, as I was pressed against his back and embracing his body with both arms. “Yeah? Where?”
“He lives more than a hundred and fifty miles southwest of here, so I’m not asking you to give me a ride there. All I need is to get to a phone.” This sounded ungrateful. “Um, thank you.”
The rider grunted again. “No, you don’t need to get to a phone, you need to get to someplace to spend the night. No one’s sending a tow all the way out here until morning, girl.”
At the age of thirty, I thought I had outgrown being called ‘girl’, no matter how small I was. “My name’s Irene.” It wasn’t, but I felt the need to introduce myself although he hadn’t asked me to. I wanted to know his name in any case, though I wasn’t willing to tell him mine for a number of reasons. “What’s yours?”
“You can call me Deadman,” he said after a moment’s consideration. He pronounced it like two words run together, not like a surname. I laughed a little, a name like that must be a biker handle. He seemed to feel the laugh the way I had felt his grunt. “No, it ain’t my given name. But that isn’t yours either.”
“Huh? How’d you know?” I felt my hands tense around him.
“I knew.”
“Oh.” This was not a guy who let anyone put anything over on him, obviously, not even minor details of fact. “Well, ‘Irene’ is going to have to do.”
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Billy and I were always hanging out together. Because we lived close by, it was easy to see each other. We originally met in elementary school but we grew closer in our early high school years. We spent tons of time hanging out at the neighborhood pool, riding bikes, and doing my paper route together. Like most young teenagers, we were slightly mischievous, curious, and it seemed we could turn any conversation sexual in nature. I had just turned 18 in the summer before senior year of high...
The four of them laughed. They laughed uproariously, conspiratorially. They were like college chums who had known each other for years.Not true, they’d only met today. The two married couples were seated together in the aircraft’s 3-4-3 seat configuration. Charles and Nicole, plus Prudence and Tom introduced themselves and found they had a few things in common.The first couple were returning home to Miami from a vacation out west. They were fit enough to hike in Death Valley heat; were touristy...
Wife Loverswhen i was about 13 i went to a school for kids that learned faster than others. i really didn’t have many friends other that my friends from church and from scouting. i had beed a scout for a long long time and really enjoyed it. but when i first started, a kid named alex, i never had much nerve to talk to him, mainly because he was always with the cooler kids, and always dad some crazy ass things. but in 7th grade, i saw alex again when i went on a school church trip. it had been about 4...
Then she tried with her old boy friend and then with Mr Vijay Kumar to have a child but all her efforts were fruitless as ever. Then she went to Her sister who was blessed with a baby girl to assist her in raising her baby. In her quest to have her own child she visits a ashram to take a special treatment. In Part 11 you Read Zeenat: Okay I am ready. But Sanjeev was saying to take a bath before the diksha... I could not complete as Nirmal interrupted in between. Nirmal: Yes Madam,...
I woke the next morning to the sounds of thumping and music. I stretched my arm out and was surprised to find an empty bed. Last night had been most energetic. I had thought Elyse would still be sleeping. The music and thumping didn’t seem to be stopping, so I rolled out of the sack and staggered to the door. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I opened the door and stared at the sight before me. Elyse, dressed in an exercise outfit, was jumping and twitching in front of the...
This is a work of fiction. More importantly, this is a work of erotic fiction. Even better, this is a work of erotic transvestite fiction. If you are under the legal age in your state, country or planet to obatain adult literature, STOP READING NOW! The Sitter by Sissy Demi It was Friday afternoon and I was on my way home. It was only a half day of school that day. Parent/Teacher conferences or some bullshit. Who cared I had another half day that I didn't have to be in that crummy...
When she says his name, you know immediately that you have to return home for the summer. "I'll come." You say into the phone. "And--" Your mom pauses at the interruption. "What?" Clearly, she thought she would have to keep persuading you for another hour at least before you saw things her way. "Oh. Well. Great." "What time should I be down?" "Meet us at the house a day before we plan to leave out. I'll be at the campsite with your aunt and uncle to help set things up but your sister will be...
IncestHi every body, its sam again for the iss. But the story is very good, hope u all like it. This happened few years back when i was in college. My aunty is very pretty with creamy white complexion, great pair of boobs, soft and round ass with ultimate sex appeal. She was around 35 years of age and i was 21 at that time. In the middle of june, during the summer vacations, my mother went to my maternal uncle’s house with my sis for one week. I and my father were alone in the house, i heard the...
IncestNote : This story is completely fictional! Prologue He looked deep into the eyes of the two women, searching for sympathy or even empathy – anything at all that would spare him from his humiliation. Instead, there was the mocking smile on the lips of his wife, almost a sneer. It was expression he had grown to know so well over the previous eighteen months. There was no sympathy to be found in her cruel eyes. The housekeeper watched him carefully. Her face was expressionless but her cheeks had...
FetishKnot What I Bargained ForFor many years I had shared intimacy with my pets and indulged in their desire to please. From a fragile little c***d to a bold and quizzical p*****n I was so curious about my body and everyone else’s. I wanted to know how everything worked and what felt good to me. I had so many questions I couldn’t ask and I found myself frustrated at times because fear held me back from trying the things I desired the most.I had crushes on boys and opportunities to explore but I was...
While lounging outdoors in their summer garden, French hottie Cassie Del Isla reveals to her man Dorian Del Isla that she has some kinky fetishes that she wants to explore. No more vanilla sex for this glamour pornstar. She wants to delve into the dark side of the BDSM world filled with spanking and bondage. Watch this 4K House of Taboo premium porn scene unfold as Master David Perry joins the couple to help make the brunette beauty’s dreams cum true. The Master opens up his suitcase...
xmoviesforyouHello all! This is my first attempt of writing a story. I have read so many of yours so far; I just had to add one of my own. I hope that it is not my last story. Most of all, I am one of the world's worst spellers, so please forgive me on any mistakes that I do make. Thanks and enjoy! Allissa Wondering Eyes Chapter 1 He let out a soft moan. The bedroom was dark and the only person in the room was Albert. Albert was a cross dresser. He had just finished pleasuring himself as...
Jack and Carol lived in a quiet neighborhood. When Ryan and Tia moved in next door ,they all became fast friends. Tia wasn't able to have children, so they doted on Jack and Carol's two kids. They even took the occasional vacation together.Tia was a beautiful woman with her long dark hair, substantial breasts and narrow waist. Ryan kept himself in great shape too, by running a 5K loop four times a week. They made a striking couple. Unfortunately, during one of Ryan's runs, he experienced a...
Straight SexI arrived in the parking lot of the local adult bookstore. Inside was a maze of dark cubby holes, booths, and gloryholes. Outside it was bright and the lot was filled with cars. I was ready for some action, cleaned up inside and out. A dialup of Vaseline in just the right place. I paid for admission and entered the arcade.There was a crowd alright. Several men leaned against the walls close to the entrance. I checked the first row of booths. The two with the gloryhole are full. I move on to the...
Summer Secrets By Varian Milagro http://varianm.blogspot.com/ Chapter 27 On Monday I decided to tell Patricia about Daniel. Now that Jill knew I could think of no reason not to tell her. She'd been through this before so perhaps she would have some sympathy. While she had sympathy her answer was not the one I wanted to hear. "I agree with Jill," she said. "You have to tell him or stop seeing him. He'll find out eventually and if he finds out on his own he may become violent....
The Bet Ralph, Tyrell and Jerome were in Ralphs garage drinking beer and in general just hanging out. Ive got to piss said Jerome. Jerome go in the house and piss already Ralph replied. Tyrell looked as Jerome went inside and laughed. Whats so funny, asked Ralph? Tyrell started to explain both he and Jerome had been blessed or cursed with very big cocks, 11 and 12 inches respectively. The problem was neither of the mens new girl friends would or could take more the half before they were...
This week we had this fine asian chick show up at the pawn to sell her family’s sword. Apparently her grandfather is sick, or some bullshit. All I cared about was how I could convince this fine Chinese beauty to fuck me for money. She talked on and on about her sword and her family blah, blah, blah. This chick was demanding 5k for the sword. I ain’t never paid somebody that much at this pawn shop. So I offered her the best deal I could offer, two thousand dollars for the sword and 600 dollars...
xmoviesforyouI consider myself in good shape. I lift four days a week and do cardio the other three; I won’t win any Mr. Universe titles but you can see each of my abs. I am strong and toned at about six feet tall. I weigh in at a lean 175 with short brown hair and 28 years of age. I have never had problems with the ladies either. I had a serious girlfriend of about two years at the time of that night. I was on my second day of a long business trip in an unfamiliar city. On some trips, my girlfriend came...
EroticI had gone through a very stressing week at my desk and finally Friday late afternoon came; so I could get rid of Barbara, my slutty Boss, and leave the damn office for the whole week end…My beloved hubby was out of town so; instead of going directly to home, I decided to spend a while to relax at the sauna room located in the gym…I left the sexy business woman outfit inside my own locker and wrapped a long towel around my naked body. Once into the dense steam inside the sauna room, I put down...
Thanks to a reader from here who helped me with this idea, Bob this is for you..Her mind was in blur as she left. Claude was happy. Molly was happy. Now just a few silly pictures then this was all over! She had been blackmailed into covering for a store worker who had been bitten by her beloved dog. The bite had been caught on the store’s external CCTV and she had been told in no uncertain terms that the manageress wanted to go to the police. Only Erica's pleading had saved her dog and hence...
We were both nice and mellow now, after a hot bath and a few drinks we had decanted to the sofa for some slow sex. It didn't stay that way for long for my wife had decided to spice things up by relaying one of her past sexy secrets. "Jackie, that was my flat mate at the time, well she and I use to do this contest every now and again," she said with a sexy giggle. I've heard that giggle many times in the past two years and I knew just thinking about her past was turning her on. "Oh...
Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others privacy, and also because they don't matter, but otherwise I will try to be as accurate and truthful as possible.I was nineteen when I found the site. Like most male nineteen year olds, in fact like most males past the start of puberty, I had sex on the brain a lot,...
CrossdressingHi. . . . . My name is Rohan. Meri height 5. 8” hai. Mera color fair hai. Mai ek good looking guy hu with my 6” cock. To aap logo ko jyada bore na karate huye apni story start krta hu. . . Ye story ki main part hai Sangita jo ki mere pados me rehti hai. Wo ek angel k jaisi dikhati hai. Unhe dekh k aisa lagata hai mano god ne use apne liye banaya ho magar galati se earth pe bhejh diya. Wo milk se bhi gori hai. Unka figure34-26-36 hai. Hamare area me unke sb hi diwane hai. Unke baare me sochate...
"Everything is settled Mr Doe. Did you enjoy your stay?" "Yeah! It was alright." Alright is the only word that came to your mind both to thank the lovely receptionist for providing unknowingly a fantasy for your daily jerk off and avoid to have to explain that you hate this island. The sun made your skin bright red. The mosquitoes made a free buffet out of your body but most of all you couldn't find a girl to get laid. You think you should have gone to Asia, maybe Thailand or Philippines. You...
Mind ControlThe holiday season brings many chances for a good night out and this year we were hosting a christmas masquerade party at my workplace where everyone was ordered to dress up and be merry, and as always plus one's were always welcome since the more the merrier.My wife and I decided that Batman and a sexy Robin was called for and surprisingly enough the local high street had a decent haberdashery filled with costumes left over from halloween, so 60's lycra Batman and Robin it was and later on...
My girlfriend was supposed to have gotten a friend of hers as Don's date that evening, but something had gone wrong, and the girl had backed out of the date at the last moment. Ginny, my girlfriend, was upset and apologetic, but insisted that she didn't know anyone else she'd be comfortable doubling with, not on such short notice. Ginny and I had been dating, on and off, for the past eighteen months. It wasn't a romance that was destined to go anywhere, and we both were aware of that. We...
Thanks to Homer for the idea of this story! It was such a glorious Friday to be alive! It was a luscious late summer morning that was far too pleasant to waste a single moment of by being indoors. It wasn't too hot and there was a strong sea breeze coming in off of the Gulf (Gulf of Guinea) but without much hint of any later rain. As far as I knew I was a free man today with no appointments so I resolved to get an early start to a long weekend and drive down the coast with Ayoka to visit...
JOALT - chapter 6 - the war of 1812 - G Chris and Daniel head home after their memorable camping trip. The weekend is over, Chris panics when he doesn't see Daniel in School as he normally would. Why? What's up? Post events regrets? chapter 6 - the war of 1812 The morning after was un-eventful. We both acted like nothing had happened, just an awkward smile between friends. We both got up rolled up our bags, dressed, put our dirty things away. Just small chit chat about the...
Here is one special night my brother Mike and I had together."OK, we're leaving," Our mom Sally said loudly.I came to the front door where our mom and dad were, and they were getting ready to leave."Well, we're gonna be out late tonight, so don't wait up," Frank, our dad said."OK, we'll be here," I said.They were getting ready to walk out, but then they stopped and turned around."We know you are a young 18-year-old woman now. So, if you do find yourself with someone, just be safe. Use condoms...
IncestAndy and Lisa had visited twice but made no attempt to return the invitation. I thought that was a bit rude but didn’t say anything. Then one Saturday we met them in the shopping centre. Lisa suggested Christine should come a visit as Andy was going to the football game and I should join him. I wasn’t really into footy but I said ok. I thought Chris would like some socialising. After the game Andy and I went to the pub and I got a bit uncomfortable as he began to offer to buy the drinks and he...