Panopticon
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I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most.
My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn’t be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure nothing bad happens. Security. Of course, nothing bad ever does happen, but maybe it’s because people know there are cameras, people know there’s a man like me watching these screens. Security theater, they call it. Look it up.
People feared me. Bad people feared me. I guess that made me a good man. But the most interesting thing to me, was knowing firsthand what could make a good man be so bad. Maybe being good was that one thing I couldn’t see in my infinite vision of the company I worked for. At some point, I even forgot what the company peddled. My work wasn’t directly tied in with what the company sold. And we were in a nice neighborhood – my work wasn’t even tied in with crime prevention anymore. Human beings are busy creatures – you need something to do, to stay busy. Otherwise, you just might go crazy.
That’s when people became my work. It started innocently enough – pattern recognition was the first step. The company boss would take his lunch earlier on Tuesdays. One man would go to the washroom without fail at 10:30 every day and stay there for about six minutes. Day in and day out, all I did was watch these cameras. My duties extended beyond that, theoretically, but never in reality. I was never called to patrol the roof, I was never called to talk to people. Do your job. Do your job. This was my job. Sitting, watching people.
People became videos, unfolded before me. Videos became stories. Stories became fantasies. Do your job. I began looking a little closer at the screens. They say the closer you look, the less you see. Soon, one by one, the other screens blurred out until I could only see one at a time. Ten became too many. Two became too many. Only one screen mattered, and that was the screen that had Clara on it.
Sweet Clara. Clara became an interest of mine. Interests became fascinations, fascinations became fantasies. Do your job. Had Clara and I ever met on the street or at the club before the day I found her, I don’t imagine she would have been my type, nor I hers. But we weren’t meeting in the club. We were meeting at the office, and she didn’t even know. How romantic. Her mannerisms stuck out for me first – they way she twirled her hair when she was bored, the way her shoulders would bounce when she giggled. She was so casual. She didn’t take work too seriously. And yet she wasn’t overly flirty, never making the office boys pant after her like a teasing user. It helped that most of the time I was getting a good look at something – her frame grew on me, as if getting to know her made her body more beautiful by itself. A nice shapely ass encouraged constantly by her choice of clothing, a bust that left nothing to be desired. But I was an overachiever – I desired nonetheless.
The real sell for me became the eyes. I couldn’t quite see them at first, but as soon as I knew Clara had caught my attention, I knew I had to see her eyes. And I had the perfect tools to do so. Enhance. Enhance. With a zoomed-in camera, her deep hazel eyes penetrated my soul for one fleeting moment when she turned around in her chair. There was a certain something to her look – a longing. A desire. A lust. I had picked my fascination well – Clara had the power to seduce with just her eyes. She was practically a gift – perhaps even a god-given reason for me to be here. I now had an excuse to come to work. Excuses became reasons, reasons became objectives, objectives became my focus.
Pattern recognition played in heavily here. I began to number the Claras that I saw. Clara #1 was the Clara I saw at work. But then there was Clara #2, The Clara who was just off work, exhilarated to get out of the chair, stretch, and leave her cubicle. For a while, the bouncing between Clara #1 and Clara #2 became my pastime, my favorite show. On a very special episode, I got to see Clara #3, the Clara that got angry when her computer started acting up. I almost got out of my chair in surprise, in response to seeing the new Clara. Clara was no longer a show, she was her own person with feelings and aspirations. Sonder, they call it. Look it up.
The more I saw Clara #3, the more I wanted her out of the way to make room for Clara #2, the happy Clara. I wanted to be the one there for Clara. But I wasn’t stupid, I was never stupid. I was invisible to Clara, all three of them. I was the eye in the sky, and Clara only looked towards her screen, just as I did. I needed to escape my position over Clara more than she needed to escape her position under me, trapped in a prison of security where I can see her but she can’t see me. Panopticon, they call it. Look it up. I needed to find a way to worm my way in, to become an active part of Clara’s life instead of a passive one, to become a player rather than a spectator. I was sick of cheering from the bleachers, I wanted to get on the field myself and show the crowd what I had in me.
I came equipped, of course. All of the equipment was there at my disposal. The cameras I controlled were there for me to use. Do your job. Enhance. Enhance. A business card on the desk. Clara Jackson. I had a full name. I also had Facebook, and knew exactly what to do. Enhance. Enhance. I smirked the first time I found her profile – Facebook’s security theater hadn’t won her over. Maybe I did a little research. Maybe everyone has done a little research before on Facebook in this way. But everyone stops after a bit because they feel guilty or awkward. After all, it’s only healthy. Besides, it was still an early point, and I was still running the Panopticon.
Not running it well enough. Audio. I needed audio. I made a phone call to my superiors, the first time I had done so in a while. Now, what happens when they say no? No becomes ‘it’s needed.’ ‘It’s needed’ becomes ‘yes.’ ‘Yes’ becomes ‘immediately.’
Suppose I take a night shift, and some people break in. These are bad people. Good people. Good at what they do. They just lost sight of what it means to be good. Or rather, lost hearing. They took out the cameras, yes, but as they stole some documents, they shouted a bunch, and that’s what alerted me to them. Suppose they only barely got away, and left nothing traceable. Suppose the audio could have been the only clue. That’s when no becomes yes. After all, these guys were good. Very good. They knew exactly how to hide themselves, maybe they worked in security before or something. The documents? Of little value, but it was a matter of principle. Besides, the documents weren’t hidden at this point, they were burned, but no one knew that, so they’d be chasing after nothing for a while. Tomorrow, the microphones would be installed.
A few days later, I find out Clara doesn’t care. She posts a lot of her feelings to her Facebook wall, and the new microphones weren’t mentioned. She’s still Clara #2 under that mask of Clara #1, and I haven’t seen Clara #3 in a while. But now, I’m not just seeing Clara, I’m hearing her. I’m getting the full three dimensions of Clara. Hearing becomes understanding, understanding becomes feeling, feeling becomes wanting. Do your job.
The air of desire exists in Clara’s voice as much as her eyes. To the untrained, her voice means nothing, but the highness of her voice is deliberate. Seductive, delicate, urging you to come closer. The way her breath shifts when she talks about something she likes, the way she holds on to her vowels just a tad too long, nothing escapes the Panopticon. There’s a note of lust to her voice, she invisibly begs for someone to come and take her in her high, teasing voice. The head register, they call it. Look it up.
From viewing her Facebook, I understand that Clara is single. From listening to her, I understand that she is wanting. And from watching her, I understand where she goes, day by day. Pattern recognition. I start alternating between looking into her interests online and rehearsing how I could play off of them if we did happen to randomly meet on the street. Then, one day, it happens. When Clara is out grabbing lunch at a place across the street, another man happens to be there at the same time.
This man happens to dress like Clara’s ex two relationships ago, the one she seemed to have a harder time getting over. But this man doesn’t dress exactly like him. Just enough to be unique. This man is also heavily into music, just like Clara. Clara needs only to look at the man, and undoubtedly likes what she sees so far. Enhance. Enhance. She starts going to the same place to get lunch, day after day, because Clara is very into visual cues. The man knows this, he picked up on this in his research. The adaptive unconscious, they call it. Look it up.
Suddenly, I see a lot more. The Panopticon became the Panopticon and the sandwich shop. The Panopticon and the sandwich shop became the Panopticon, the sandwich shop and choice encounters on the street. Never vocal encounters, no – it was too soon for that. Just enough times to see him where he ‘unknowingly’ becomes a part of her routine. Of course, he isn’t unknowing at all. Dramatic irony, they call it. Look it up.
Clara #2 becomes Clara #4, a Clara on the hunt. A Clara that gets emboldened by comfort. Now that she’s seen The Mystery Man on the street so much, she’s more okay with openly looking at him in the shop as he enjoys his sandwich and looks out the window. She doesn’t know he’s not looking out the window at all, but rather at her reflection to make sure she’s looking at him. The man is sporting a modest beard, just the sort of thing she likes, and is reading Kurt Vonnegut, just the author she enjoys. It seems too perfect, but she’s too shy to talk to him first. After all, when he breaks his gaze from the window and looks around the room, she returns to her sandwich.
So Clara thinks she’ll be clever. Clara #4 hatches a plan, a plan to bring a book by the same author and adopt a more relaxed pose as she enjoys her sandwich. The man will be caught completely off guard and want to talk to her. After all, he wasn’t expecting her to like Vonnegut too. Dramatic irony. The lust in her voice, the piercing effect of her eyes, it doubles when she becomes Clara #4. It only comes in small intervals – the breath she takes as she eats, the way her eyes dart from word to word, but it’s there. Enhance. Enhance. Clara #4 is showing herself off. She wants to be noticed.
Just like he rehearsed, the man notices the book and does a double-take. He then looks at Clara for just long enough for her to notice, but not long enough to be creepy, not like he’s stalking her or something. Human beings want to be noticed by those they notice, to be desired by those they desire. But never to they want it to not be mutual. If this man were to make it seem like he wanted her more than she wanted him, he’d be done for.
That’s why he only calmly walks over to her, like he rehearsed. That’s why he only makes a slight joke about her good taste. After all, Clara likes it when men appreciate her wit, and the man knows this. A joke became a back-and-forth, a back-and-forth became a conversation, and a conversation became a ‘may I sit with you?’ Clara is still Clara #4, but only until lunch time nears its end and Clara #4 becomes Clara #1. The man weighs his options and plays it safe, saying he liked chatting with her instead of outright asking when she’ll be there again. After all, the man knows she’ll be back again tomorrow anyway. Clara reverts to Clara #4 and asks if he’ll be having lunch here tomorrow. Dramatic irony. Satisfied with her answer, Clara leaves and the man waits just long enough to leave himself and go back to his job without Clara seeing where the man works.
I’m looking closer at this point, not caring how much less I see. Clara #1 is not fully back, and occasionally Clara #4 breaks through. I see everything. I hear everything. Clara gossips to a coworker, and tells her all about this nice guy she met at the sandwich shop. Sarah. Sarah is a bad person – she warns Clara about meeting strangers, and how he sounds a bit too perfect for her. Sarah is a total bitch who refuses to believe happy accidents can happen. Clara #4 can not be persuaded, but promises Sarah that she will be careful. The Mystery Man could be done for thanks to a bitch like Sarah.
I chose to do some research on Sarah too. Sarah appears to be such a good girl, knowing how much she needs security theater and never daring to be fun like Clara. Of course, Sarah isn’t too careful, and doesn’t read things like Facebook’s terms of service. These things weren’t designed for human beings to want to read them, they’re designed that way. It’s not too hard to imagine that if Sarah doesn’t read that, she doesn’t read up on a lot of the company policies either.
It took only a few hours of reading, a plan here and there, and a clever mind to plant some damnable evidence on Sarah. Sarah became Fired Sarah. Sarah now has a bad reputation around the office, and people know that anything Sarah said is not to be trusted. All the while, Clara #4 and The Mystery Man have met up at the sandwich shop once or twice. The Mystery Man seems a little down one day, and explains to Clara that a friend of his he knew for a bit was fired for doing bad things to the company. He talks about how he really trusted this friend, enough with his feelings, and shrugs, remarking that he doesn’t really know who to trust. Clara can completely empathize. Can becomes will, will becomes does. This man understands Clara. This man is sweet to Clara. Sarah wasn’t sweet to Clara, why should Clara listen to Sarah?
The Mystery Man seems made for Clara. Maybe that’s because almost everything he says is a cleverly disguised revision or twist on something that Clara has said online. Of course, this might raise a few flags with Clara, so The Mystery Man dislikes a choice few things Clara likes. A rehearsed few things, the types of things The Mystery Man knew Clara would find a cute challenge if he opposed her. The Mystery Man thinks Shakespeare is overrated and that Edison was a better man than Tesla, but Clara #4 just wants to hear him explain why. She likes the way he talks. The moment of truth happens, when Clara #4 asks The Mystery Man for his name. For the first time, he feels doubt in himself, fear. The Mystery Man understands why it’s called the ‘moment of truth’ as he gives her his real name, praying she doesn’t recognize it as the man who works security at her job. If he knows anything, he knows she’ll understand what that means. Clara #4 isn’t dumb. Neither is Clara #3, and he isn’t as interested in meeting her.
Luckily, Clara #4 never recognized the name, even after she added him on Facebook. It was a good thing The Mystery Man understood security theater, or she might have found out where he worked. And now, Clara #4 had opened herself up to online messaging, something that she really enjoyed. So much so that conversations with her could end around two in the morning. Luckily for The Mystery Man, it was all too easy to look like you had a sharp wit over the Internet. After all, one could fine-tune what they say to match what the other person wanted to hear. It’s not like The Mystery Man could do that in real life. Dramatic irony.
Soon, Clara was even messaging him at work. Of course, the Mystery Man could never see or hear how she responds to his messages, but his responses were so witty and perfect it was as if he could read her body language and listen for when she remarked out loud her feelings, something Clara had a tendency to do when she was impressed. He tells her what she wants to hear, and she falls for him like he wants her to. They arrange to meet for lunch, and continue the conversation there.
Strangers became friends, friends became close friends, close friends became casual daters, but I was still an overachiever. I was still thinking unclearly. I didn’t just want to talk and laugh with Clara, I wanted Clara.
Enhance. Enhance. The Mystery Man is looking her in the eye and has a slower, more meaningful tone to his voice when he meets her now. At first, she’s caught off guard, but as she gets used to it, she likes it. The advances continue, with the man controlling his voice like he rehearsed while sitting at his job, watching her. His voice lowers and he uses choice words that throw Clara off her game. He uses different motions with his hands, until his hand accidentally brushes hers. Seeing through the red-hot wave of lust he experiences, he continues the conversation as if nothing happened, noting the look in her eyes. He brushes her hand again, then a third time to be safe. Then he rests his finger on hers.
Enhance. Enhance. In the next few lunch dates, The Mystery Man talks about his emotional side, making sure to make it less abundant than Clara’s on Facebook. During the next few Facebook conversations, he goes over his past relationships and what he did wrong. Clara #4 is impressed with how honest he is, and it overshadows the things he did. Clara trusts him more now. Clara is sure about his intentions. Clara knows she has to jump to Clara #5 and make the first move, now that she knows she wants it.
But it has to be in person, so the next Facebook conversation is surprisingly dry. Clara knows The Mystery Man is wondering if he did something wrong. Dramatic irony. During their next encounter at the sandwich shop, after talking about how much they have in common and how fortunate they are to have found each other, Clara #4 shyly asks if The Mystery Man wants to skip work and hang out at her place. The Mystery Man acts surprised, just like he rehearsed, and asks about her. Clara #4 slips into Clara #5 and naughtily giggles, saying she can claim a half sick day. That’s all the convincing The Mystery Man needs, and soon the two are walking to her studio apartment downtown. Do your job.
People are seeing me. People see me walking close, very close to Clara. None of them know me, or know how much of a Good Man I am, even though most would label my actions as that of a Bad Man. I looked too close, and forgot to see myself. Was what I was doing bad? I gathered information and used it, it’s not like I’m doing this to someone against her will. If anything, she was the Bad Woman. I was now reading Vonnegut, sporting a beard, and liking her Facebook posts because it was needed. I had taken it to the extreme. I had become the role I was set to only play. Method acting, they call it. Look it up.
This was not helped when Clara opened the door to her place and I looked to my left, right into her bathroom, right into her bathroom mirror. I could not recognize the man staring back at me. Who was he? What had he become, and why? Was I looking too close? Pattern recognition. I was looking in mirrors a lot over the past few days, but never truly asking the question until now. There was no question about it, Clara was a Bad Woman. And bad people feared me. Did Clara fear me? It felt a little nice to fall for such a Bad Woman, maybe I was becoming a Bad Man myself.
But Bad Man was first and foremost The Mystery Man, and The Mystery Man had rehearsed for a shy flirty Clara, Clara #5. Clara #5 wasn’t a Bad Woman, she was a Good Girl. And I had rehearsed for everything from the shy introduction to eventually asking her what we were, to making the first physical move until she shyly admitted how good it felt.
The introduction became an invitation to sit down, an invitation to sit down became a deep conversation. The Mystery Man had rehearsed for this. He was saying everything right, everything Clara wanted, and Clara was responding.
Clara was responding more than The Mystery Man had intended. His rehearsals were getting farther and farther away from reality as Clara #4 became not Clara #5, but Clara #6. An overly flirty Clara. A hungry Clara. A Clara that suddenly breaks into a grin and informs you she knows what you want, and if you can keep up.
The Mystery Man tries to keep up. He refuses to believe Clara knew about his plan to seduce her. Dramatic irony. Even as Clara crawls across the couch over to him, he still stutters. He’s suddenly seeing barely anything. The Panopticon became a state of near blindness. He looked too close, and cannot see ahead.
Clara #6 is not letting up. Her hands wander across the body of The Mystery Man, the body she’s secretly wanted for so long. Human beings want to be noticed by those they notice, to be desired by those they desire. But never to they want it to not be mutual. Clara wanted him as much as he wanted her, and The Mystery Man had rehearsed only the scenario where he wanted her more. He was done for.
Her hand rested on his crotch, my crotch. Clara #6 was not one for words, but words were all that were rehearsed for The Mystery Man. The only words she used was to ask him if he liked this, and wanted her to continue, as she moved her hand around over his pants, teasing him. All the Mystery Man could do is admit he liked it and plead for her to continue.
Enhance. Enhance. The Mystery Man now has his back against the wall, and #6 isn’t acting like the Good Girl that is Clara #5. No, Clara #6 is definitely a Bad Girl, purring as she sits on her knees in front of The Mystery Man. The subtle lust in her voice has lost all subtlety. Clara #6 is a slutty Clara. Her submissive yet authoritative eyes look into those of The Mystery Man as she slowly, teasingly unbuttons his pants, releases his cock, and gives it a hungry lick.
My job? I couldn’t tell you in that moment. I was so caught up in the initial surprise of Clara #6 emerging that I had no plan. No rehearsal. No vantage point. The Panopticon had come down, and now I could look all around if I so wanted. The only thing I gazed at was Clara’s own look, her lustful eyes locked on mine as she took my cock into her mouth for the first time. I moaned, and Clara took her mouth off of my cock to give me her classic laugh, the laugh she gave me when The Mystery Man had turned up the charm and started flirting with her. Soon, she was back at it, bobbing her head back and forth as I could only moan and pull my head back so far it hit the wall. Another laugh. Do your job. I grasped the back of her head and started to pull her into my dick, becoming more forceful with every thrust down her throat. Clara #6 was still such a Bad Girl, she only giggled in obedience. Clara #6 knew what she was doing, Clara #6 had done this before. Swishing her tongue this way, swishing her tongue that way, pulling the cock deep into her throat for a second before coming up for air. The Mystery Man still is paralyzed with no course of action to take. He tries to improvise, but he can’t find the ability to rehearse on the spot.
All he can do is keep his hands on her head, trying not to mess up her perfect hair as she keeps going. The little sucking noises and deep moans Clara is producing drive The Mystery Man wild. She only takes her mouth off for a moment to jack off The Mystery Man as she winks and asks him if that feels good. It feels more than good, it feels great. Intoxicating. Enough to drive a man crazy. Enough to turn any Good Man into a Bad Man.
She delicately licks the underside, enjoying every shiver she gives The Mystery Man. she stands up and practically slides her way up his body, giving him little kisses all the way up his neck until she gets to his lips. My job? Accepting. I’m seeing the whole of Clara now; I’m not looking too close. Clara had me. The Mystery Man was caught so easily off-guard. Maybe she had rehearsed this before. The Mystery Man couldn’t even tell when Clara #6, slutty Clara, had grabbed his hands and put them on her perfect breasts.
The Mystery Man couldn’t even tell when he was following suit by almost ripping off Clara’s shirt. Clara’s job? Accepting. She only giggles like a hungry slut as her shirt gets taken off and she unsnaps her bra. The Mystery Man is not as interested in her breasts as her ass, but he’s such a Good Man that he kneads them for her as he kisses her deeply. She accepts, and pulls his body close. She’s grinding her body into his, as he desperately rehearses in his head what happens next.
What happens next. What happens next. She’s taking off her pants, and replacing his former position against the wall. Clara #6 almost becomes Clara #4 as she slowly peels her panties down her shapely, perfect ass. Before she’s done The Mystery Man can’t resist playing a little with her ass, kneading it, kissing it, licking it. Clara #6 is definitely enjoying being his little ass-slut, and moans her approval. Do your job. What happens next. Intercourse, they call it. Look it up.
He lines up his cock with her pussy, and he’s such a Good Man that he asks if she wants it. In her sluttiest voice, Clara begs for The Mystery Man to give her his thick, meaty cock. Enhance. Enhance. The head of his prick pushes slowly into her pussy, and Clara gasps. This is a new sensation. She knows she wants him, so badly. Human beings want to be noticed by those they notice, to be desired by those they desire. Finally, it was fully mutual. The Mystery Man was truly a Good Man again, now that Clara #6 was nothing but a dirty slut that wanted more of this man.
This Good Man needs no more persuasion. She has let him know where he stands. He thrusts fully into her, earning a sharp shriek from the shivering she. Clara #6 is a loud girl. She’s a Loud Slut. An Eager Slut. The Mystery Man wastes no time and picks up speed, grabbing Clara’s hair and yanking it as he leans in close and asks if she likes it rough. Dramatic irony. Of course she likes it rough. Do your job. What happens next.
Clara #6 answers anyway, begging for it faster and deeper. She wants to feel well-used, and why would a Good Man deny her such a thing? But he’s not done yet. The Mystery Man wants one more thing. He wants poetic justice. He first found her because she was on display, so it was only fitting he would take her on display. As he informs her of the plan, Clara only emits a devilish laugh, walks across the room, and takes her new position. The Mystery Man pushes her against the window, lines the head of his cock against her sensitive pussy, and thrusts forward again.
Now, Clara #6 is on display. She’s pressed up against the window, getting her pussy fucked from behind, for anyone who looks at the window to see. She’s an Exhibitionist Slut, a Public Slut. She can feel the cool glass pressed against her nipples and a hard, thick cock in her pussy. She must be in heaven. With the hand that’s not supporting her against the window, she lets go of the glass. After finding her balance, she reaches down to her clit and starts rubbing in circles. The Mystery Man is pumping in and out of her as fast as he can, grabbing her one leg and hoisting it up. The angle is everything. He wants to make sure she’s a Comfortable Slut. Even so, she asks him to fuck her like she’s a Cheap Slut, a Worthless Slut. Clara #6 is a silly Clara – she always has worth, always to The Mystery Man.
He can feel tension building below the waist. Anyone would. Enhance. Enhance. He knows that he’s addicted to Clara – gripping her skin, the feeling like hot silk. Listening to her screams and moans, the most seductive sound on Planet Earth. The song of the Siren. The grip of her pussy, as if her body was tailor-made for his. As if her body had rehearsed for this moment. Thrusts became poundings. Poundings became drilling. Drilling became a non-stop motion as both parties felt the inevitable rising. Clara moaned and bit her lip and cried out that he was the best fuck she ever had. She encircled her clit the other way and savored the feeling of the glass pressing against her body, and prayed she was being watched, and envied, in the moment. Finally, her eyes shot open, her exhilarated, excited, exhibitionistic eyes becoming blind to the world as she cried out in orgasm. The world blurred out to her – she could see only pure bliss, pure passion. The closer you look, the less you see.
The Mystery Man shoved his body into hers as he couldn’t take it anymore – the two shared a connecting of the mind, soul and body as they moaned together, cojoining in euphoric bliss. And Clara was a Bad Girl, not waiting for The Mystery Man to put on a condom. Now she was getting what she had aimed for the whole time. Dramatic irony. She was a Filled Slut, a Procreating Slut, a Lost-in-the-Feeling-of-Accepting-the-Cum Slut.
Breathe. Breathe. Do Your Job. The two leaned against the window for what seemed like forever before The Mystery Man gingerly lifted himself off of her, and allowed her the space to move. Clara #6 became Clara #7, an embarrassed Clara, an overly shy Clara. A Bad Man would feel bad for this elaborate plot, and how he essentially tricked her into thinking you were a Desirable Man. A Bad Man would see the overly unsure Clara and realize he manipulated a girl from work to make her an easy target to fuck. Good thing The Mystery Man was a Good Man. He knew Clara had her own agency. Each Clara had their own agency. After all, she enjoyed herself, even though she didn’t know his plan, or have a counter-plan. Dramatic irony. And he knew from the get-go that he had this in the bag, that this exact event would happen. Nikhedonia, they call it. Look it up.
Shy little Clara, Clara #7, apologizes for the noise and how crazy she gets. The Mystery Man is a Good Man and talks with her about how he enjoyed it and liked it, and how he can’t wait to see her again soon. She doesn’t know how unsure he is about seeing her again, and whether it’s a good idea. She doesn’t know he’ll be watching her over the next few days, deciding how he feels. But that’s okay since he’s a Good Man to her Bad Girl. And he’s such a Good Man that he shows remorse that he has to go when a few minutes and conversations pass. He reassures her he’ll see her again, and that they’ll talk on Facebook. And he leaves.
What happens next.
The job the next day feels a lot more monotonous than usual. He did it. He completed his goal. I completed my goal. Clara was no longer a far-away fascination – she was past tense. Or present tense? Was she still a fascination, did I want to pursue her long-term? I didn’t know. I couldn’t see the future. The closer I looked, the less I saw.
And I saw Clara. I almost held my breath when she first popped up on my video feed. Enhance. Enhance. Pattern recognition played in heavily here, as I noticed she was acting a bit off. My breath caught in my throat when she waved everyone off for lunch, but didn’t go herself. She wasn’t going to the sandwich shop. Did she know The Mystery Man wasn’t planning to go?
It was just Clara on the floor. She was the only one on the feed, so it was just she and I. How romantic. She looks around, a naughty smile blooming on her face, and opens Facebook.
She sends me a message. Hey. I don’t want to be rude, so even though I could ignore her, I reply immediately. Hey. We chat about how much of a nice time she had last night. Chatting became flirting. Flirting became planning to meet up again, and I say I’ll be busy for the next little bit. Oh, is that so? I think that her reply has a sad tone. Dramatic irony.
Clara gets up from her chair, and looks around the room again. Then, out of nowhere, she slowly lowers her pants. Clara #1 jumps to Clara #6 as she becomes completely naked from the waist down, putting one foot on her desk so I can get a better view. I can’t help myself. Enhance. Enhance.
She messages me again, still one leg hoisted up. Remember this position? Are you sure you’ll be busy? My mind is a whirlwind. Out of nowhere, a memory reaches me. A few months prior to meeting Clara. A company party. No one paid me any attention, except one girl who asked me what I did. And I answered, barely looking at her, thinking how much of a waste the party was, and only looking down at the floor. The closer you look, the less you see.
Clara #6 starts playing with her clit as she keeps messaging me. I think you remember me now. I like your new beard, just how long have you been going to the sandwich shop? It certainly was clever how you seduced me, just how could you have managed that? Dramatic irony. I was never the one seducing Clara, any one of them. All of the Claras, they resided within a Clara #8. A goddamn genius.
She doesn’t give up her messages. So, bold choice not to use a condom if you were never going to see me again, but I think you’ll be seeing me a lot more. After all, I might be pregnant, and don’t you think we’d make a great couple? A great family?
Baffled became astonished. Astonished became impressed. Impressed became utterly in love.
The voice went on. "There is an imprediment. The b ... bride is my wife." Everyone turned around in shock. The complainant was a thickset, red-faced man in his thirties. He didn't seem to be too steady on his feet. Millie gasped white-faced. "Allan!" He didn't make any move to move further into the room and I was preparing to go and sort this out when I felt the hand of the registrar on my arm. "Leave this to me Mr. Hammond, it is my duty to sort this out." He addressed Millie's...
My Jennifer is a total fucking slut whore! I know it - she makes no bones about it. But that is what first attracted me to her, and I actually think I like the fact that she is as easy to lay as a throw rug! I have never chased after her - I never had to. She always comes to me when she is horny (which is most of the time) and I never turn her away. Jenny was and still is the sexiest girlfriend I’ve ever had and I’ve had several very attractive girls in my dating life. She is a ten in anyone's...
Love StoriesIt'd been about three months since Dennis Hunter could say that he didn't believe in the supernatural. He'd grown up in a fairly progressive household, and even then, the more laid back Christian teachings from his parents had never seemed to stick. Luckily for him, he'd avoided having any kind of edgy atheist phase during his high school years but he could remember clearly when he was 5-years-old telling the guy playing Santa Claus whom his mom had taken him to see for pictures that he knew he...
BisexualKen and Sensei were sitting across from each other in seiza position. The advanced students would be here in a half hour or so, but at the moment, the two were alone in the dojo "What alerted you to their presence?" asked Sensei. "Not sure," said Ken. "I was kind of on alert anyway -- it isn't the best of neighborhoods. Even so, the guy was pretty close to me by the time I realized he was there. It would have been nice to have noticed sooner." Sensei shrugged. "You had all the...
Hi guys, in this part I am going to share what happened after Impana asked me to come to her house. Impana went home. I also reached home and told my parents that I am going to a friend’s home for studies and will come next day evening. I took a pair of clothes and books. While getting down Sharu met me near the gate and asked. Sharu: What darling? You’re getting busy day by day? Me: Nothing much, Sharu. Exams are near and I have 2 backlogs from the previous semester so preparing hard. Sharu:...
Cynthiamae went to the head, did her business and waddled to her stateroom. She was there a lot lately. Last Tuesday she looked bushed, “I’m tired,” she said. “You’re tired all the time,” I said. “You try lugging around a 16 pound bowling ball. One that feels like it’s knocking down pins with its feet...” she winced. “All the time.” And she looked at me. “My turn next,” I said. “Well ... before Zoe, anyway,” she winced again. She rapped her watermelon with her knuckles. “You in there...
Picking up where I left off, I decided to follow Jay into the shower. After the blowjob he’d just given me I was horny as hell and ready to blow my load all over again. As I entered it was almost as steamy as the sauna, as someone had left one of the showers on. I was about to turn it off when Jay grabbed me from behind, rubbing his hands over my sweaty chest, pinching my nipples. It felt amazing and I moaned in pleasure as he began kissing up and down my neck. He then turned me around and...
Just five or six miles more thought Angela. The huge snowflakes swirled over the bonnet and hit the windscreen, where it built up outside the area swept by the wipers. Twice before she had stopped to clear the screen as the wiper arc got smaller and smaller. The driver found herself mesmerized by the snow's movement, having difficulty in seeing beyond it. The speedometer informed her - 10 miles per hour. Face close to the windscreen she peered forward, it was difficult to see beyond the...
Reluctance"Come with me, k'winny," the stroppy little devil girl ordered. "Fuck off," Jackson retorted. Pihanga pulled out a gun and shot him in the face. From his position on the floor of the factory Jackson looked up and saw a white number--forty-four--floating up into the darkness beneath the roof. Oh yeah, computer game physics. Boy was he glad for those stupid role-playing game physics. It meant he could be shot right in the face with a gun and it do nothing so long as the damage was less...
(Kenshin splashes the marker with water, offers flowers and incense, and prays.) Hiko: Visiting the grave after so long... You've neglected her for ten years. What brings you here now? (Sanosuke and Yahiko are walking through the ruins of Shishio's hideout.) Yahiko: When I was fighting that Ten Swords bat guy, it was like I was in a dream. I didn't understand anything. After the fight, I thought about it a lot. (he holds up a fist) I won! I'm the best! (letting it drop) But, were we...
It's not to far away and my summer vacances will begin oh my will i ever be so happy!!!This will be our first real vacation that we will take total advantage off at 110%!!!It's been way to long that i've been dreaming about getting licked and fucked by two guy's gone totally wild and i love every minyte of it.It will be our first group sex with a man...i will be the 1 and satisfied girl for hours on end and just can't stop dripping my juicy pussy watching my bf and the mystery man suck their...
Young MILF Lina Luxa is filling her pink pussy with a massive black dildo when shes interrupted by one of the Black men moving furniture into her new house. Of course, Lina planned the entire situation out and aims on replacing the black dildo with two real Black cocks. As soon as the moving man sees Lina with her legs open, hes powerless to do anything but place his BBC inside of her holes. Minutes later, the second moving man who also happens to have a BBC joins the fun, and soon Lina is...
xmoviesforyouResearch & Development Kelly rushed over to Dave who was now on his second coffee. "Sorry, Dave." She said, "Professor Higgins wanted a chat." "Oh," Dave replied. "Hope the thesis is going well. Coffee?" "Yes, please," Kelly said "I need a moment to calm down." Kelly was just 24 years old, the same as David and doing her Masters in Sociology. She was 5'2" tall, 115 lbs. heavy and fresh faced without any makeup. She was a natural beauty with sparkling blue eyes. Her long...
Well Happy Hallween Season to each and everyone of you! I'm excited I've been pretty busy lately. Released Open Wide! Last week, this week we have the conclusion to One Villain. You might remember the story from last year https://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID =157194233349608785 I had written the story late in the Halloween season. Usually I would write a story for my Patrons on Patreon, and then release it publicly a month or two later, but since I wanted to...
Year: 2026 CE (Common Era) The white-coat laboratory technician barely spoke a word as she strapped you down into a pod shaped sleeping unit, apparently designed to hold your body in perfect stasis for up to one full year. At least, that's what the techs told you. You almost don't care, when the military came to you and offered you a way off the streets you didn't hesitate - you and your daughter have lived off the scraps of the big corporations and petty elite for far too long. Anise... She's...
Like the minister before him, the alderman provided shelter and food for my mother and me. In return she gave him conversation and sex. The conversations became less and less and the sex went from bad to worse. He treated her as his whore. Even sexually the minister and the alderman were opposites. Causing my mother to orgasm excited the minister and gave his own greater intensity. When she wanted to give back, to suckle on his penis until his semen filled her mouth, he had to be sure she...
by BrettJ © 2010 As she tidied up her daughter’s room, Karen Shower was perplexed. The 38-year old blonde was at a total loss as to what she could give her daughter Crystal for Christmas. Now that she was Assistant Manager of the Bank, she could finally afford to give the 16-year old anything she wanted, but Crystal hadn’t indicated there was anything she wanted. Not yet, anyway. There had been a lot of lean years for Mother & Daughter both, as Crystal’s dad had vanished when he...
It was a Saturday afternoon and I was super horny. My son was away at school and it had been a couple of months since we had sex. I missed his big cock. He knew I had other sexual partners and I knew he was fucking different girls at school. I was thinking about who I could call. I decided to give John a call to see what he was doing. John is a young black guy that works out in our distribution center warehouse. He is a 26 yr college student. He lives in an apartment near work. We have had some...
It is almost midnight on a Saturday night and I am waiting for your call. This all started six weeks ago when you caught your idiot of a boyfriend cheating on you. I happened to be in the neighborhood bar where you wanted to cry and get drunk. You sat next to me at the bar and got yourself a cranberry juice and vodka. I just happened to be there because I needed some human company for the night. I could tell you were holding back the tears and when I asked what was wrong, the dam burst and you...
Broderick and Son by Pamela ([email protected]) Bill Broderick, CEO of the fortune 500 Laston Corporation, and a major force in corporate America, was surprised upon entering his bedroom, to find his son Jimmy with his hand in Jimmy's mom's lingerie drawer. He and Jimmy's mom, Sara, had come back early from an awards banquet because Sara had been feeling a little queasy. "You like the ladies clothes?" Bill said to his son, causing Jimmy to jump a foot in the air and turn...
Paul led her into their next class. It was history with Mrs. Brooks. The teacher began by announcing that today they were going to talk about slavery. "What does slavery make you think of?" she asked. She got the usual answer about slavery of Africans in the U.S. and slavery in the ancient world. "What about slavery in the modern world?" she asked. Most of the students didn't know. She continued by asking them what it meant to be a slave. Then she called on Jennifer. "Jennifer, come up...
It was a Friday afternoon as I sat in my office, looking over the dossier of my newest employee. A picture of the gorgeous Mina Lari stared back at me. The five-foot-nine Indian girl with long black hair was an employee most companies would absolutely love to have working for them. Twenty-five years old, an advanced degree in Economics, top of her college class, and single. For most jobs, she would be the ideal worker. Unfortunately for her, the company I own isn't like 'most jobs'. Sure, the...
BDSMChapter 7 - (Last night at the hotel, Becky met Derek at the bar and was really turned on by him. Later in their room, Ben tied Becky to the bed, blindfolded her, and fucked her, making her think it was Derek the whole time. This is Becky and Ben's last night in the hotel.)I had to work the next day. Becky was just going to hang out at the hotel and sleep in, hit the gym, go shopping, stuff like that. I wondered all morning what she was doing, where she was, and WHO she was with? 'What if she...
Wife LoversMonday, February 20, 2006 I rose high enough to find a large collection of lights, then headed that way, dropping down to 450 feet when I got close so I could use a sight blob to read the signs. I was in St. Paul, Minnesota. I didn't know where Fort Dodge was within Iowa, but I knew Minnesota was north of Iowa, so I'd been going north rather than east to Washington DC, or south toward warmth. I found a large, open gas station close enough to town that someone walking in wouldn't be...
My time with the Governor was quietly seismic. Though no one said anything, it was clear the ground had shifted. On one side of things, FD Consulting was soon turning down business. I hired a full-time secretary and a 24-hour message service. It still was not enough. My reputation with Paroles and Pardons soon expanded into sentencing issues and similar criminal law concerns. A law firm contacted me about a bill with an upcoming vote. In case it was not obvious, legislatures pass laws....
Author’s Note: This chapter will introduce a new character who I need to address preemptively. I’ll try my best to do so without spoiling anything. Everything that I’m about to say will be quite confusing until the character is encountered. This character is one that had always existed in its current form before my submitting of anything to this site. There is nothing significant about this character beyond that which is suggested in the story. Any connections that you will no doubt have...
The only difficult thing for Martha was making sure that the two visitors, both of whom visited her irregularly, did not meet. Evenings when Alan was not with her, he was often at home. His staying there all evening was then assured by the need to look after the child if Sandra was out, so he probably wouldn't walk in on them. Sandra had other mothers nearby who were friends, so that if Alan was out at some event or other, she would arrange a minder and try to visit Martha. Alan lied a lot...
Hey guys, This is Rahul from Bangalore . I’ve been reading stories on Indian sex stories for the past couple of years and finally stand narrating my very own sexperience. Since this is my first story , a real story which happened a week ago and I would appreciate all the feedback I receive …please do write to me on my email – A little about myself , I am fair , on the slim side, fair , a diehard football fan, with a height of 5’9” and a tool length of 6.5” and a girth of 3” The girl of the...
Am Samstagnachmittag ging ich daran, einen diabolischen Plan umzusetzen...Ich musste nur im Keller den Wasserhahn für unseren Strang absperren... Und dann kam es so, wie ich es mir gedacht hatte: Meine Frau wurde hysterisch, weil wir kein Wasser hatten.Zum Kaffee kochen und Zähne putzen holten wir uns Wasser von den Nachbarn auf dem Flur. Aber zum Duschen würde das nie reichen. Natürlich hatte die Hausverwaltung nur den Anrufbeantworter an, und deshalb war mir klar:Vor Montagnachmittags wird...
The next morning I was with Gladys in Clive’s old pickup as we made our way across the island. “What happened last night?” I asked her. “I might ask you the same question.” She countered. “You knew Gwyneth was in my room, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to be alone with Clive.” I said. “Are ye jealous?” she asked playfully, putting a hand on my thigh. “Are you?” I replied. “Of course I am.” She said, weaving around some sheep. “It’s part of being human. I’m jealous of the way Ava...
The Arcade Mark finds himself at the mall again on another slow and quiet Tuesday night. Twenty-five and he's hanging out at the mall and that's mainly because has nothing better to do. If he drank, had friends, or a life for that matter, he'd have something to do. He sighs as he steps onto the escalator and rides it down to the food court, knowing that he's going to end up seeing another movie. Another Tuesday night and another movie. He smoothes out his blue shirt as he watches the...
Part 11 It had been a while since my last time as Missy. I had been doing some jobs for people, nothing special mostly working on decks and mowing lawns for neighbors to not only keep up appearances so as to not give to much suspicion of where my money was coming from. This continued for what seemed like 2 weeks before and started to wonder if my fun as Missy had ended. I walked in the door to find mom on the phone. I decided to go to get a drink before I got in the shower to cool off so I got...
Introduction: Last chapter of series 3. This is about the first third of chapter 6. Because of the nature of the story, its a lot harder to continue here on sexstories.com. I always knew that there was a possibility of this so it has not come as a surprise or anything. Regardless, at the end of this preview, Ill write down where the rest of this chapter as well as the ensuing series will be. Thanks. Ill still do my best to read and comments and suggestions here so please leave them if you wish!...
The breakup part is never easy for me. I usually go through a whole series of thoughts in my head trying to figure out how the breakup could have been avoided. Then my mind goes through a whole series of trying to win the girl back. In the end, I usually end up doing the same thing: pouting for a while, then having a gay fling. Yup, that’s right--I have a gay one-nighter and usually move on to the next female lover. It started with my first girlfriend. I went out with a male friend of...
Gay MaleAnna felt bad about abandoning Jordan like that. She did think that they would be able to have a spa day together. She had no clue they would separate them like this. As she walked with her stylist she confided in her. "My sister is just a little nervous about who works on her hair, and face. We're new around here and she just doesn't want anything real drastic done," Anna explained. "Could you just pass that information along to her stylist so that she'll feel a little more...
Hey guys it’s Aditya back with another story. So for starters who don’t know me I am 18 years old and just finished my 12th about 5’6-5’7 in height and average physique with an 8.5inch in length and 6inch in breadth cock with a brown complexion and about my Mami her name is Pooja(name changed) she’s 5’5 in height and a plump physique with around 38-30-36 figure and a really light complexion. So now everything started when my 12th board exams got over and i had a lot of free time at my hand i...
Incest100% Fiction My sister and I had moved back into our parents house at age 23 we were both college drop outs but we worked to make up for it.Today was my day off and I had gotten extremely horny around mid day right around the time my sister goes to work. God what a body she has Long red flowing hair,glasses perfect lips,gorgeous face and smile, hips and curves,large plump supple ass and double d cup breasts.I knew she stashed pictures of her naked on her computer profile. I had walked in on her...
IncestThis is a real story and happened years ago when I was 28. Its a great memory which was stirred by some pictures of a beautiful big busted German girl I saw on here.Her name was Sharon (name changed)and she was the girlfriend of one of the lads I played Rugby with and all of us if truth be known would loved to have played away from home with her. She was 19 , very pretty with fair hair and had a pair of tits that looked so large but firm. She would hang around the clubhouse when we practised...
It was Monday morning, so I went home to an empty house. Jenny had left for work long before I got home. I had some more questions that Jen could research for me. I would send her an e-mail before I went to bed. I put on a pair of shorts and headed down to the basement gym. It was time I got back into an exercise routine. I worked out for an hour, then fifteen minutes in the hot tub. I sent Jen an e-mail. "Jenny, do you have any way to find out how many sex offenders there are in a twenty...
It had been a particularly stormy argument. My mother had accused me of stealing from her purse and I was getting pretty pissed about having to defend myself on no evidence whatsoever. I couldn't believe it. I'd never stolen anything from her in my life and now she comes to me with these bullshit accusations because she's a few bucks short."I had over $50 in my wallet before I went jogging, Micheal!" she screamed at me. "It couldn't have just vanished by itself!"I was furious. Ever since Dad...
Hi this is Pabby again with my 1st experience with my classmate and her elder sister If any gal, lady or group of females or any couple want to be in touch with me my e-mail id In the college we have to take up project work to gain experience in handling realistic projects. A major part of this involves doing literature research and writing a thesis. Our project team had two members that included a girl classmate, Penny. We were writing the report and for this we decided to work undisturbed at...
Even though the sun is shining bright outside your window and the children are happily playing in the streets, you can't seem to muster up the energy to put a smile on your face. Today is the day that you are going to be forced to grow up and leave your childhood home, only to go to the Facility, where you are going to be forced to find a mate to breed with. You're not happy about it because, if you don't find one within the year you stay there, you have no choice but to mate and bond with...
My nice girlfriend Helena called me, saying she was having some troubles with her vagina. Any cock inside caused her a great pain.I joked her, saying her problem was she loved to be used and abused by big black cocks…She laughed at me, saying even my hubby’s cock was causing her pain… So Helena asked me to go with her to see a doctor that somebody had recommended her, to see if he could find out what was going wrong.As we went there, we found the recommended doctor was an old mate from our own...
After sourcing a new supplier in China named Best Enterprises, I was surprised to find that the company was mostly owned by a Russian named Dmitri Karsov. I would end up doing a great deal of business with this company from then on. My initial dealings via email were with a Chinese woman named Lilly Li. She was highly efficient and I enjoyed buying from them in the ensuing years.B/E was located in a large industrial city in the south of China. The city had initially been a fishing village prior...
Gay MaleSo Lisa, did last night go as you expected? I don’t mean exactly as you planned it, but did it end more or less as you had imagined it would. Doubtless, you would like me to think it all happened by chance, but I know you had it planned from the start. Asking me over, while Rob was out of town, to cast an eye over your CV. You could have e-mailed me a copy, and we could have talked it over on the phone. Besides, you know that Thursday is Toni’s night at the gym. Sorry girl, but there are just...
Wife LoversOut of all the lovers I've had, I miss Michael the most. Michael entered my life when I was 24 and still living in Ohio. He was a 73-year old pianist who played with some of the most renowned orchestras in the world and a respected music professor. He was 5'4, on the heavy side, bald with neatly trimmed gray hair on the sides of his head, wore round spectacles, was always dressed in a suit sans tie (bow-tie if a tie was required) and very kind. I only bottomed when I met Michael and I...
Gay MaleJust got divorced from my wife in 2002 I was 39 I went out drinking one night feeling down horny just a mix bag emotions I was that night. As I was sitting at the bar having a few drinking I seen this tall women with black hair walk in with big tits and really nice ass she stood at 6'1 me I'm 5'9 she sat across the bar from me I kept looking at her and every time she look at me I would look away but she new I was looking at her. She came over and sat down beside me and said how come I keep...
The wet quintet left muddy footprints down the hallway that led to their exit when the re-entered the castle. “I will clear those once I change my boots,” Joseph said. “Else our secret will be known far and wide.” “I will clean it,” Catherine offered. “You will take ages to get mud out of your hair,” Joseph replied with a smile, “and perhaps a few other places it still resides.” “Will you dine with us tonight?” Julia asked. At first, she had been irked that her as-yet-unacknowledged...
Hi friends,yeh kahani do aurtoo ke beech hui baat chit ke baare me hai.baat us samay ki hai jab me gaon(village) me rata tha. Gaon me makan kafi ek dusre se sate hote hai.mere ghar ke thik sate huye ghar me shadi hui thi .aunty sheela sawli lekin khubsurat thi.unki ek nanad beena jo 1 saal se wahi thi.beena bhi sawli thi.uncle ki suhagraat kafi achi hui hogi aisa mera bisvas tha.ab me kahani ki ur le chalta hun.shadi ke 2-3 week baad sheela aur beena bate kar rahe the. Unki baat mere room me se...
Lisa awakened Thursday morning, after having spent most of the night sleeping atop of her new black lover, Jeray. His huge black body had been her bed for the night, and his massive love tool still was lodged deep in her vagina. She noted that Jeray still slept peacefully, and she took a moment to admire his physical beauty. His rock hard torso was sculpted perfectly, with his thickly muscled pecs and wonderfully defined abs. Lisa felt her legs resting atop of his black granite thighs. And,...
The Danubians departed Chicago late Saturday afternoon for Washington. There was a brief formal ceremony at the university marking their departure, followed by an unceremonious trip to the O'Hare Airport and a quick flight to Washington. In the US capitol there would be no official welcome from any Administration officials. The Danubians would go straight to their country's embassy for an official dinner, then spend one day touring the US capitol before Dukov gave his presentation on...
I am a 42 year old lady who has recently gotten into the K9 scene. It had been a fantasy of mine for several years but only lately that my husband, Tommy decided and I decided I needed a dog for me. I am an overweight person who loves sex just as well as the smaller ladies. My 265 pound body needs to be loved and my fat pussy needs to be fucked too, just like a slimmer woman’s does. I have very big breasts and a plump pussy that I keep well trimmed and groomed. I love sex! Anal, oral, or...
January, 1984, Chicago, Illinois Thankfully, Wednesday wasn’t a tough day, and I was home by 2:30pm. I had quite a bit of reading to do, so I made a pot of tea and went to the ‘Indian’ room with my textbooks. About an hour later, Elyse joined me, and Julia came in shortly after her. My mind began to wander and I realized just how much I missed having Stephie around. There wasn’t much I could do about it now, except to adapt to the new reality. As much as I liked and wanted a constant...
Prologue: Being a superhero, it’s every kids fantasy at one point or another. Be there for the world, rescue the beautiful woman, marry her, live a secret exciting life… I wish. I used to be Shade, protector of Castor City, the masked head to toe superhero type you’d see in comics, movies etc zipping around saving the day, rescuing kittens from trees, I’m sure you’re aware of the drill. Now, I’m just Jack Rollins. I don’t do the super hero thing any more. It’s cost me far too much. I don’t...
With the Time Machine Bandit, Clemson, now 'incarcerated'. Alex and the crew of Meridian 12 must now find their Egyptian passengers a new home. What other surprises are in store from the Empress of Time and Space? And is this the last time we'll see Andromeda, Regina and the crew of Atlantis? Copyright 2014: R.G. Beyer Episode 10 "Loose Ends" "Alex? Where did you come from? Is mother all right? Did your...
Hey, guys, it’s been a while, for those of you who don’t know me go check out my stories. So I have been busy trying to finish off my education and get a job and just somewhat sorted now but that is enough about me. This is the pilgrimage continuation with my cousin sister Namitha. I hope you guys enjoy for this is a rollercoaster love story. For context read the first story. Family Pilgrimage turns into sex mania with smoking hot cousin sister I felt my heart drop as I walked away from her,...
IncestStanding at the bar I look around the club, feeling slightly over whelmed. I am new to all of this. My girlfriend had insisted that I join her. While this is not really a "sex club", it is very close. Most of the people are here for only one thing, and are practically doing that "one thing" on the dance floor. Some with many partners. I do have to say it has been an interesting night so far. My girlfriend is out on the dance floor with some of her regular friends having a good time. I am...
Straight SexWhen he awakened early the next morning, Donald Whitfield just kept his eyes closed and took stock of his situation. As he became more alert, he became aware of Marion’s arms still hugging him tightly, and could even feel her engorged nipples against his chest. How on earth can she keep them turgid when she’s sound asleep? he wondered. Next he became aware of her glorious fragrance that had filled his nostrils all night long. When he very slightly moved his left hand which was on her back...