Stockholm revisited
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A long work of both truth and fantasy for KayHaving got the green light on a renewal of a new contract it was time to get it signed off, this time it was decided that Kay would come with me for the trip so we could spend the weekend just chilling out away from home.Once in Stockholm we made our way to the hotel where I had used some of my rewards points to get a small suite, having been shown up to the suite I changed into my suit and told Kay I should only be about two or three hours . Kay...
Kay faced away from me and handed me the shower gel, placing a large amount of gel in my hands I started to soap Kay’s back working from the top downwards to her butt. Kay sighed slightly when she turned to face me and told me to soap her breasts, as I started to work on her breasts Kay’s left hand suddenly wrapped around my cock while her right hand was working her own pussy. Kay removed her hand from between her legs and started to rub the head of my cock up and down her soapy slit, come on...
WifeStockholm Syndrome Part 4 I spent most of that day second guessing my decision to involve Pete in my mess. He was a nice guy who really was just looking for a little casual sex and I wound up putting his life in jeopardy. I assuaged my guilt with the thought that I really wasn't looking to involve him; I was just trying to get laid. It really didn't help so I just put it off to desperate people do desperate things. And with that comforting thought I went running on the beach at the...
Arlanda Airport, Stockholm. You must walk for miles to reach any destination. It gets especially inconvenient when you finally find your bag among hundreds of similar ones. I've heard airports in London or NYC were even worse, but they are yet for me to discover. I've been to Arlanda for a few times already and always had problems. I wish my boyfriend was with me to help me out. Oh, well, I've just dumped him. I had my reasons to do so, and these reasons were strong enough to dump him two days...
NovelsAt that precise moment the lovely Swedish long haired blonde suddenly appeared, and without noticing him hurried up a side staircase to the floor above leaving him to his thoughts again. Evans, despite his years of training and the fact that for British national security and Special Operations Executive reasons, had been told to wait indefinitely as usual until someone would eventually contact him with further orders. Whilst waiting he'd idly thought back to his school days in...
HistoricalMemories Revisited: Teach Your Children Well By Heather St. Claire It was Saturday, and the city was still waking up. Although the stores at the Twin Pines Mall were not yet open, their employees, delivery people, mall walkers and others already had the structure pulsing with life. Inside one of those stores, a clothing shop for plus-sized and tall women, the owner was having tea in her break room with a customer who required special considerations?because he was a man. Eric Madsen...
Memories Revisited: Closing Up Shop? By Heather St. Claire Most people like to think they live well-ordered lives, that they are the masters of their destiny, rather than victims of random fate. Try telling that to Alexis and Charles Boyd?not that they would have any idea of what you were talking about. On the surface, they look to be a perfectly ordinary young couple; as far as they know, that's exactly what they are. Two young teachers at the same high school who fell in love...
As some of you know "Stockholm Story" is half true and half fiction. I had great fun writing this chapter, because a lot of things mentioned here are based on experience, and even though they were confusing to me back then, now they just bring me a dirty smile.*****************Names of days changed but the quality of sex never. There must be something in seduction and climax similar to a drug. After a while, you can't do without. My eyes shone on every Azem's hint about the evening plans,...
NovelsThe story is set in Stockholm in 1940 when Sweden had declared itself neutral the year previously. Nevertheless tensions were high as the British German and Russians already had consulates there, so inevitably there was a considerable amount of spying. ______________________ Commander Richard Evans Special Operations Executive shivered as darkness began to fall, the temperature already well below freezing, yet still no sign of the beautiful long haired blonde Swedish waitress who...
HistoricalChapter 3 In the ensuing confusion and commotion no-one except for Katya saw Richard quickly leaving out of the staff entrance to a waiting car, that immediately disappeared into the swirling snowstorm. The girl still unconscious was quickly carried up to to Katya's room while someone fetched a doctor, whilst Katya herself went down to the bar again telling the manager all that had happened; also checking how the girl was until a doctor arrived and gave the still unconscious girl...
HistoricalMemories Revisited: A Scrapbooking Store By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters took off her scarf and coat and hung them up in the stockroom of her new scrapbooking store, Memories Revisited. It was a crisp, bright early November day. Diane loved the holidays; she was already looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas: the decorations, the gifts, the time with family, and most important of all, the opportunity to give thanks. Just a few weeks earlier, Diane had purchased the...
Memories Revisited: Fixing God's Mistake By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters poured another cup of coffee for herself and her husband David. The morning sun was streaming into their kitchen and glistened from the stainless steel appliances. The kitchen was big, modern and filled with light?every woman's dream. Diane had particular appreciation for it because David had built it with his own hands. His success as a building contractor had made it possible for their family to enjoy...
Old Before His Time Revisited By Cheryl Lynn This story was originally posted by Verna Benson, one of my favorite authors. I have no way to contact her for permission to expand on her story. Vera if you object I will have this deleted. I recently became reacquainted with it and had to stop my work on a new joesixpack.com story to do this. It just popped into my head and had to write it down. Not for the squeamish or gentle reader. The usual disclaimers apply and may be downloaded...
The original three chapters of this story were called simply "The Women's House of Detention". As I explained in my introductory chapter of this continuation labeled (Revisited) the locale of the "Women's House of Detention" was real and existed in the heart of Manhattan. Most of the referenced points of interest have changed drastically over the years. The decline of ornate movie houses, the closing of large faith-based hospitals, even the complete re-vamping of Washington Square into...
Arlanda Airport, Stockholm. You must walk for miles to reach any destination. It gets especially inconvenient when you finally find your bag among hundreds of similar ones. I’ve heard airports in London or NYC were even worse, but they are yet for me to discover. I’ve been to Arlanda for a few times already and always had problems. I wish my boyfriend was with me to help me out. Oh, well, I’ve just dumped him. I had my reasons to do so, and these reasons were strong enough to dump him two days...
Azem was to pick me up from the tennis hall later in the evening. His car stopped just in front of me with squeaking tires. I bumped inside and threw myself at the sexy driver. I licked his chin up to his mouth and smacked his nose. He embraced me to feel my heart’s throb. Not sure if the situation between me and him was exactly what the scientists call a ‘Stockholm Syndrome’, but the fact is, I missed him a lot for these few hours. ‘It feels weird in this car without the handcuffs on,’ I...
As some of you know ‘Stockholm Story’ is half true and half fiction. I had great fun writing this chapter, because a lot of things mentioned here are based on experience, and even though they were confusing to me back then, now they just bring me a dirty smile. ******************* Names of days changed but the quality of sex never. There must be something in seduction and climax similar to a drug. After a while, you can’t do without. My eyes shone on every Azem’s hint about the evening plans,...
Stockholm Syndrome Part 1 Abducted. As I walked to my car in the parking garage next to my office in Downtown Boston, three well-dressed men walked up, and blocked my path; the one in the middle said, "Mr. Terence Morris?" I nodded in the affirmative. He replied, "Would you please come with us?" I said, "No I won't, I don't know who the hell are you? And why should I accompany you anywhere?" He replied, "Who we are is not important; our instructions are to bring you to a...
Stockholm Syndrome Part 3 My diligent internet research on Saggy's business empire finally bore some fruit as I found some discrepancies in some comments made at an earnings press conference for a company called Genometron that Saggy had just purchased a significant percentage of. The CEO was putting a much too favorable spin on a significant deterioration in their operating performance. There was nothing in all the details I had reviewed to support his conclusion, but I had to...
Azem was to pick me up from the tennis hall later in the evening. His car stopped just in front of me with squeaking tires. I bumped inside and threw myself at the sexy driver. I licked his chin up to his mouth and smacked his nose. He embraced me to feel my heart's throb. Not sure if the situation between me and him was exactly what the scientists call a "Stockholm Syndrome", but the fact is, I missed him a lot for these few hours."It feels weird in this car without the handcuffs on," I...
NovelsDuncan Macmillan had been in prison for 13 years and 2 months when he escaped in the chaos of the Great Pulse. Under the circumstances, he didn’t even bother to change out of his green jumpsuit. No one cared at the moment about the recapture of criminals, when the government at all levels had collapsed. He knew exactly how he would survive: home invasion. More intense than simple burglary, it would enable him to take over a household for a day or so, eating whatever food was available and...
Stockholm SyndromeThe bell at Jamestown High rang, announcing the end of the schoolday and, as most students were thankful for, the end of the week as well. Blaire, on the other hand, found herself walking out into the bright afternoon sun with a sense of dread. It was that same sense of dread that filled her each time she had to make her way home. The little redheaded freshman was never exactly a fan of going home. It wasn’t that she lived in an abusive home (though perhaps some...
Duncan Macmillan had been in prison for 13 years and 2 months when he escaped in the chaos of the Great Pulse. Under the circumstances, he didn't even bother to change out of his green jumpsuit. No one cared at the moment about the recapture of criminals, when the government at all levels had collapsed. He knew exactly how he would survive: home invasion. More intense than simple burglary, it would enable him to take over a household for a day or so, eating whatever food was available and...
________________________________________________________________________________________ The Beach House - Revisited Dave Keelson sat at the outdoor patio table, his mind completely lost in thought. He was reliving the months he’d spent at that secluded beach house with Mary Ellen Glasser, the woman that had rescued him from her lakeside beach, almost a year ago. For him, there were many warm memories of the time they’d spent together as he dealt with his amnesia, the result of having...
I wrote Consequence- Judith almost a year ago but the ending always bothered me. Judith paid for her affair with Wes as she should, but I felt sorry for her. She fell on hard times afterwards, but then picked herself up and moved forward, raising her two sons and building a new life for herself. This is her story. Please forgive me for doing this but the comments from some readers told me they felt the same way I did. Edited by LadyCibelle with my thanks. Consequences-Judith, Revisited I...
Introduction: At the request of so many readers to the original story, here is the follow up and comclusion. Enjoy! Widow Neighbor Revisited Normally, when I have completed a story, or even a series, I prefer to stop, rather than continue with a weak follow up that is filled with just suck, fuck, hump and bump. But with the success of Widow Neighbor, quite a few people have voted positively and strongly encouraged me to do a follow up. But where do you go from here&hellip,? I have thought...
The Moms Club Revisited #2 This the second part of the revised story, if you want background read the first part. I hope its as good as the first part. If you liked it please post a comment. Jen sat at the kitchen table, this is insane. Last night I had the best orgasm of my life and my sons best friend gave it to me. Hes fifteen what are you thinking girl. Thats not the worse of it you fucked and sucked your son dry and enjoyed the hell out of it. Its incest, the thought bothered her, what...
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If you read my last post "Indian Princess Revisited," you know she and I got together for a late afternoon/evening/overnight connection. At the end of the story, I indicated it would be nice to just hold each other and drift off to sleep. That's what I envisioned, anyway.Actually, that is pretty much what happened. We slept through the night, very soundly. As tired as each of us was, we both awakened slightly before the alarm clock was due to go crazy. We looked at each other while our heads...
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NOTE: “Mixed Media” was first published in Lustily Ever After, an anthology of rewritten myths and fairy tales with an erotic edge. The anthology is still available at https://www.amazon.com/Lustily-Ever-After/dp/B01ILEB8CA/ but I’ve recovered the rights to republish it here and in the Pygmalion Revisited book, forthcoming. Thank you to Sophia Soror of A Two Dame Production for returning republishing rights to me! In this version of the Pygmalion myth, we are asked to consider what would...
The girls hadn't spoken about what happened between us at all in the past year. At least, not to me they hadn’t. I was sure they'd spoken about it in private, but who was I to stop them? If they don't bring it up to me, there's no point in me doing so, right? It was early July, the 3rd to be exact. We were at the supermarket, buying hotdogs, hamburgers, and fireworks for the next day's celebrations. The Fourth of July has always been one of my favorite holidays. Sit around with the...
Many of you will have read about our previous adventures. This is the story of Jaq and I revisiting a dogging site. We first visited the dogging site a few years back and "Fifty-Year-Old Wife Goes Dogging" tells the story.Jaq was quite insistent that we should return to the car park where the first encounter took place. we decided on the next Sunday evening that the weather was good enough.Several Sundays passed that were either to wet or too cold. Eventually, on a warmish Sunday evening, we...
MatureIntroduction: A young teen revisits his former “love” and things quickly heat up. Questions, comments and suggestions are welcome as this is my first post here. 4 Months Prior:I paced around my almost empty room contemplating how I should handle my girlfriend. I wasn't ready to let this relationship end; but, in reality, I couldn't put off the fact I was moving any longer. My house was empty, I had not told my 14 year old lover that I was moving from sunny San Diego, California to some random...
It was time to revisit my seventy-three-year-old ex.On the way down, I stopped for a coffee and a bite to eat. I checked my phone for messages. There was one, a photograph of a nice ass in white cotton panties. Not Pat's.When I reached Pat's door, I was an hour late, and Pat made sure I knew. "Where the fuck have you been?" I could see her nipples pushing against her thin sweater, so I clamped the right one between my thumb and finger."Fuck me, that hurts," Pat squealed.I used Pat's nipple to...
MatureI had spent a disappointing night alone. Yes, I had fucked Pat last evening, but she spent her night getting banged by a younger guy. A much younger guy.Today would be a better day if things went to plan. Of course, I wanted Pat's pussy again, but Alice, Pat's friend, was in the mix.My phone buzzed. It was Pat, and she sounded concerned. "It's Alice. She is being a right fucking pain in the ass. Talk to her."Alice came on the phone and told me she was sorry, but it was all too much, and she...
MatureThe next morning, Madame X woke up Katie as she entered the room. “Good morning, honey,” the woman whispered in her ear before kissing her on the cheek. The captive smiled. “Good morning, Mistress.” The dominatrix knew this would be their last day together, and she wanted it to be special. She pulled off the covers and climbed on top of her, slipping her soft, wet tongue between the girl’s lips and feeling the submissive gently massaging the woman’s tongue with hers. Madame X...
The next morning, Madame X opened up the cell door and set Katie’s breakfast down on the dresser. The girl was so tired that she didn’t even wake up when her mistress walked in, so the woman sat down on the bed and kissed her slave on the forehead to awaken her. The captive opened her eyes and smiled up at the woman she had come to lust after. “Good morning, sweetie,” the dominatrix said. “Did you sleep well?” “Good morning, Mistress. Yes, I slept very well. Thank you, Mistress.” “Me...
Madame X woke up the next morning and looked at her slave on the monitor. She was tired of waiting for Katie to submit. She wanted her now! She lusted after the girl with a passion that she had never felt before, and she was sick of playing games. She was determined to break her captive today. There was something that she had hidden away that she knew would do it, but she really didn’t want to use it. The dominatrix exhaled deeply and grudgingly took it out of the closet. She felt that she...
Madame X awoke the next morning, eager to go play with her new slave. She looked into the surveillance monitors from Katie’s room and smiled as the girl stood there helplessly. The dominatrix already had the cameras from filming porn, and she thought it would be a good idea to install them so that she could keep an eye on her hostage while she wasn’t around. “Good morning, Katie,” Madame X said as she walked into the cell. “Did you get any sleep last night?” The captive shook her...
About three years ago, Madame X started filming pornography in her basement. She would typically bring in a girl, tie her up, whip her, strangle her, fuck her, and do whatever else she pleased. Madame X quickly developed a good reputation in the adult film industry for shooting very realistic BDSM material. Torturing the girls turned her on so much, but she always wondered what it would be like to really do the things she did to the models. The thought sent warm shivers through her body...
I woke up on my stomach, hugging a pillow instead of my lover. The air-conditioning system’s effort smooched my naked ass. Sheesh, too cold. I was just about to open my eyes and automatically cover my flesh with a quilt, when a fundamental issue emerged in my mind. ‘Why was I ever mooning?’ The next question was only the consequence of the first one, as the slowly appearing sparkles of consciousness informed me about my nightshirt scrolled up to armpits. ‘What happened?’ Quiet moans, the...
Your name is Everett Woods, 21 years old and a 4th year college senior. A part time worker at your local cafe near your apartment studio. Currently living with a flatmate named Oliver Poppers to share the studio's rent and a fellow senior. Although Oliver has been living in a separate house -Frat House- he always comes by whenever there's barely anything to do and borrows your gaming platforms and chill to watch a movie or two. At first, he barely bothered to do anything besides laze around....
GayIt took me several hours of shopping before I took pity on the dwarfs and we finished the drive. The rented house was lovely, right on the beach with terrific views. I had my own suite of rooms including a small sitting room, bedroom and very luxurious bathroom. I freshened up and put on cardigan sweater and a khaki skirt, and came down to the main living room and said to the dwarfs "I know a great restaurant over in Perkin's Cove, who's up for seafood?" Nobody jumped at the chance,...
"Go back into the bathroom," she demanded, "I told you to shave." "But I did," I protested meekly as I could (best not brave being too forceful), "I shaved my legs and armpits like you asked. Even my chest. I'm hairless I promise." She stood up from the bed. Had I angered her? Her six-inch stilettos clicked on the tile as she walked across the floor. Extending a long red painted nail, she prodded me in my pubic hair right above my penis. "This is unruly. It's like a 1970s hippie...