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Chapter Two: ‘Loss and Remembrance’
A world dark and asleep. A world for Geoffrey, spread across the night and empty of people. There are always some people up and about, aren’t there, even at the end of the evening? Not now and not here. Geoffrey drives along a parkway, watching the streetlights move by smoothly and quietly, one every few seconds, an endless procession of them, dignified and calm. He passes through a few blinking traffic lights. The green of the dashboard dials is so peaceful it makes him think of things far away and untouched, soft luminescence from distant stars or the bottom of the sea. He is playing space music on his car radio, playing it quietly, as background. It fits the otherworldly instrument lights. It fits the majesty of the street lights. The world is almost perfect. Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht. The air smells green and sleepy.
Geoffrey stops at a 24-hour gas station. Someone is moving around inside, but Geoffrey pays by credit card at the pump. There are no other cars. Near home he passes a police car, going the other way fast without the blue lights flashing. On his street one house has a window lit. The rest are completely dark. He finally sees another person, a middle-aged black man riding an unlit bicycle on the other side of the street, peddling smoothly through the night.
The house is stuffy. His and Anne’s house, filled with things of hers he never got rid of. Anne’s overdone couch. Her Modigliani print.
The perfection of the night drains away.
One of the cats greets him, so he pours her some dry food. He gets out four slices of bread and spreads peanut butter and strawberry preserves on them, and he pours a glass of milk. Then he takes the plate and the glass into the guest bedroom, off the living room, and turns on the computer. While it boots he eats the sandwiches and drinks the milk.
He types the URL of the Web site. He types it in with no hesitations or guesses. When the site comes up, he clicks on the ‘Subscribe Now’ button. He pulls a credit card from his wallet.
Bill had shown him a streaming video file, the one that announced the live show. He decides to go there first. Start at the beginning. Click the fucking button, Geoffy.
* * * * *
I lost her. Shouldn’t I let her go? Move on. She isn’t for me anymore. She hasn’t been for a year. Almost a year. When was it? September twenty-second. The first day of Autumn. My autumn. Oh quit being so melodramatic. Yeah. It’s just that I can’t seem to do it yet.
He stares at the keyboard.
Anne and Geoffrey, sitting in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g. They loved each other and lived together, and they were going to be married. It’s like a breeze in the summer, something light and ephemeral and fresh, the sort of thing people turn their faces toward and smile. It is always like that until Geoffrey realizes he is going to follow the train of memories to the end. Then it’s like waiting for the train wreck one knows is coming. Waiting for disaster.
‘You’re my Anne of Green Gables,’ Geoffrey told her their first time together. When he thinks of her it is mainly of their sex. An effect of the Web site? More likely an effect of how and why she left. There were other things, their plans, their work, dinners, friends, but they fade. He remembers calling her his Anne of Green Gables. He remembers a lot about their first time. He was tracing her contours with his hand, across her small breasts and down her tummy and over her mons. He always wanted to touch her after sex. Sometimes it led to round two, but the touching was good whatever.
‘I can’t be,’ she laughed. ‘I’ve read that book, and he doesn’t get her, but you got me almost right away.’
‘My nature girl. Pure-D luscious.’
‘I’m not that pure either, you dope. And I like cities. Unless you’ll be my Tarzan and carry me away to live in the jungle with you. Our neighbors can be the Swiss Family Robinson.’ Then she said in a stage whisper, ‘We could spy on the parents making love at night.’ She never used the word ‘fuck.’ But truth to tell, she wasn’t that pure, not in the old sense. He remembers when she bought him an illustrated ‘Kama Sutra’ for his birthday and insisted they read it together and try some of the more plausible positions. She got to talking about lingams and yonis, much more erotic, she said, than penises and vaginas.
‘My yoni is yearning for a long lingam to love,’ she whispered in his ear as he sat reading the paper one Sunday morning.
‘Does that mean we’re having pasta?’ he teased. She bit his ear and he had to chase her into the bedroom and wrestle her to the mattress for a couple of hours.
Geoffrey remembers that he first seduced her by cooking a meal of eggplant parmesan, angel-hair pasta, garlic bread, a store-bought Caesar salad, and a bottle of cheap sparkling wine. With Anne’s help, his cooking improved dramatically. She could use some food now, he thinks. He told her one day he would eat a whole meal off her body. ‘Promises, promises,’ she smirked.
Then out of the blue, one night, Anne said, ‘You can try kinky things with me, you know.’ He wonders. Did that signal something, something I missed?
‘Like what?’
‘Well, what would you like to do to me?’
So Geoffrey blindfolded her and caressed and tickled her all over. He said, ‘You have to lie still, as though you’re tied up.’
When she was really hot he raised her legs up and pushed them to her chest. Then he spanked her, little stinging spanks he alternated with pushing fingers inside her.
But it wasn’t just work and home, and it really wasn’t just sex. He tries to think of things besides their sex. On weekends they sometimes drove up into the Smokies. In the summer they rafted or kayaked, once on the French Broad River, the other times with the hoards of weekenders on the Nantahala. Even thinking of those weekends, it’s mostly the sex that stays with him. Anne looking for public places where she can stroke Geoffrey’s fly and chance getting caught. Or searching out a clearing only yards from where rafters are floating by, and fucking within earshot of them. People are laughing and splashing the whole time, and Geoffrey muffles Anne’s cries with his hand. Then they lie together and count how often dragonflies rest on their toes. Somehow Anne gets poison ivy on her leg.
A winter weekend they drove to the Biltmore Mansion, almost empty because of rain, where Anne pulled Geoffrey into an empty room filled with nineteenth century portraits and 1920s-era bric-a- brac. She closed the door and they did it dressed, just their pants pulled down, leaning against the door and listening for docents, though if someone had actually come along they wouldn’t have had time to get dressed. Leaning against her afterward, she leaning against the door, Geoff couldn’t stop himself from saying, ‘My favorite play: ‘A Winter’s Tail.”
Later that winter they tried sex outside during their one big snowstorm, but Geoffrey almost got frostbite. No, not on his penis. That was kept nice and warm.
She liked his parents, he tolerated her mother. ‘She’s not so bad, Geoffy. You just have to get used to her ways.’ Surprise of surprises, neither mother minded if they slept together when visiting, but his father wouldn’t let them do it. Oh the fun, sneaking into Anne’s room right next door to the parents and trying to fuck quietly on those old, squeaky springs. Of course they tried to get time alone in their parents’ houses, so they could fuck on parental beds. Doesn’t everyone?
Geoffrey wonders if Anne’s mother knows how far her daughter has fallen. All the way down into Satan’s world. Does she want to be in hell? Is it her desire? Does Anne visit her mother, and does her mother try not to mention how skinny her daughter is, or how odd she looks with all those piercings? Does her mother worry about anorexia?
Geoffrey proposed to Anne in the middle of cooking a six-course Chinese dinner for some
of their friends, his shirt covered with stains from sauces and drippings, surrounded by dishes and pans. The kitchen was full of steam. He left the wok unattended to ask her. ‘Geoffy, you are so romantic!’ They announced their engagement to everyone when they served the flan for dessert, and they toasted it with plum wine.
* * * * *
Anne coming home laughing about Satan. It’s his first day. It’s the end of the good memories. The spiral is quick in retrospect.
‘You’d better watch out, Geoffy. He’s the most gorgeous man any of us has ever seen.’
‘Who is?’
‘The new exec they’ve sent down from New York to straighten out the Carolina division. Victor Bruno. They hired him from a firm that saves troubled companies like ours. Jane calls them a ‘cut and slash’ group because they give out a lot of pink slips. Anyway, you should have seen Maureen moon over him.’
‘And how much did Anne moon over him?’
‘Oh, is my poor Geoffy all bothered?’
‘And how safe is your job?’
Later — how much later? — she comes home impressed. ‘He knows these things, Geoff. He knows the problems we’re having, and he knows what questions to ask. He’s not like those clowns they sent down before.’ Here’s Victor slashing the office workforce by twelve percent and promoting Anne to be his administrative assistant. Anne spending ever more time with him. ‘I have to work late again, Geoff.’ She talking about him all the time. Yes. And not just about work. ‘Victor’s been everywhere, Geoff!’ Geoffrey remembers her repeating stories about sexual shenanigans among the high mucky mucks in boardrooms and executive offices, in Congress, in embassies. Victor isn’t judgmental. ‘He’s even joined in sometimes,’ Anne says. She almost gushes.
‘Pretty cool. Did I ever tell you I was on the grassy knoll?’
One day, ‘Victor says he’s like Lucifer.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘That he rejects… how does he call it?… artificial restraints imposed on his actions. He says he’s free to pursue life on his own terms, one of the few really free people.’
‘So he’s really the Devil.’
‘Don’t you dare say that in front of him!’
‘Oh I won’t. Just remember, though — God is on my side.’ After a second he looks over at her and asks, ‘What does my good Catholic girl think about his philosophy?’ Anne ignores the question and continues making the salad.
The acceleration. Another day: ‘He told me you should tie me up and beat me, Geoffy.’
Geoffrey just looks at her.
‘He said you were lucky but shouldn’t trust your luck. If I were his woman he would tie me naked in the hallway, and when he came home from work my body would be there for him to play with.’
‘Anne? What the hell is this? You’re letting him come on to you?’ Is that all I said? I probably wasn’t even that strong.
‘No! No he wasn’t. It sounds strange, but you had to be there. We weren’t alone, you silly. There were four of us there, Maureen, Jane, Victor, and me. Our work group. People were joking about relationships and it came up, somehow, about love and trust and things. You know. Anyway, it was funny when he said it. Funny but sexy too. It made me want to have you tie me up.’
‘I don’t think so.’ Do it, damn it! Do it! Shit.
‘You could spank me for being a bad girl and having this naughty conversation with my boss. I’m really awfully horny.’
Finally looking Satan up on the Web. It’s later in the game than you think. There’s a Victor Bruno, all right, and he markets sex films, but there’s no connection at all. Satan probably appropriated the name because of the sex tie-in. What’s his real name? Does he have a real name? Oh don’t be stupid.
Then. No reason to rush through this any further. Geoffrey’s gotten to it. He didn’t know it at the time, not exactly, and not certainly, but yes. Anne went with Victor to an organizational meeting at the Chicago office. When she came home she wanted to make love in the dark. They’d always used candles, but it was the second week before she’d consent to candles again. She also stopped talking about Victor. Geoff didn’t press her on it.
A few weeks later, Anne came home very late from work. It was a Thursday. She had told Geoffrey she’d have to work late, that there was a deadline, but it was two a.m. when she slipped in. He’d called her at ten, just to make sure she was okay, and the phone had rung a long time before she’d picked it up. She’d sounded breathless.
‘I had to run down the hall from the copier room, Geoff,’ she had said. ‘It may be the wee hours. The whole work group is staying late.’
Two a.m. She bathed and dressed in the bathroom and came to bed in a long gown. Too long for summer, and then she didn’t want to snuggle. When she felt up to sex, a few days later, she wanted to make love in the dark again, but Geoffrey grew impatient and turned on a bed lamp and before she had a chance to cover up he saw a long, thin bruise on her left breast.
He can still see the bruise.
‘What is that?’ It was terribly silent for a moment, then she answered.
‘I got banged by a filing cabinet, Geoff. Why? Am I suddenly under suspicion of something? Do you want me to account for my every moment?’
And Geoffrey apologized, of course. You don’t accuse your beloved of what he thought, not without better reason. The next day, on a pretext, he called Jane, and during the conversation he asked if she’d enjoyed ‘E.R.’ last week.
‘To tell you the truth, I’ve had it with that show. Dave turned to CNN half way through and we went to bed early.’ No, no, the meeting hadn’t been as bad as all that. They’d gotten take-out Greek food, and it had broken up around eight.
* * * * *
What do you do when you know? There are several options, none of them very good. Survey all the people who have had this particular revelation. You’ll find people who have tried each, with indifferent results. What can you do? You can yell, but calling someone a whore seventeen times loses its effectiveness. Or be noble and talk about it. Then you’re a wuss. Demand to know her intentions. But. But. Do you really want to be told you’re number two now? Or worse? Leave, or better yet, kick her out. Now we’re getting somewhere! Revenge! But it doesn’t change the fact that once you were desired above all others, and now you’re not.
There’s the other option. You can hide what you know, push it far down inside and try to pretend it doesn’t exist. Try to act normal around her. Maybe it will pass. Maybe it’s a phase, a thing, nothing. Try to touch her and kiss her in the usual way. Try to fuck as often, do the usual things, don’t grimace when her mouth comes at you. Say ‘I love you’ in your usual voice.
Don’t you dare cry in front of her!
Cheat on her as much as she’s cheating on you, by keeping everything secret, because you don’t know what else to do and you’re so afraid of losing her.
* * * * *
After staring out the window most of the day, Geoffrey drove home and began dinner. He made some angel-hair pasta and was broiling salmon to go in it when she came in the door.
‘What’s the special occasion?’ she asked before she kissed him.
‘Nothing, sweetie. I just wanted to show how much I love you.’ He gave her a peck. Was that semen on her breath? Oh sure. ‘Sparkling wine is open in the fridge.’
They laughed a lot over dinner. She told a funny story about Maureen’s boyfriend. Because he had cooked, she did the dishes, and while she was at the sink he walked up behind her and reached around to take both her breasts.
‘I know. There’s nothing like a woman being domestic. Right, Geoffy?’ She shrugged him off and finished up.
He went to bed early and lit three sandalwood-scented candles. He worked himself up and waited for her, but when she finally came back she said, ‘I’m sorry, honey, but I had a bad day. I really don’t feel up to it.’
Of course. He understood. No he wa
sn’t upset. He wasn’t really all that sexy himself.
He lay in bed while she slept with her back to him, looking up at the ceiling, his left hand resting on her hip. After enough time had passed he went out into the living room and sat on the couch awhile.
* * * * *
Would it have been different if Geoffrey hadn’t gone home when he did? If he’d endured the campus a few more hours? Met a few more students? Who among us can know the destinations of all the paths we don’t take? He’s thought about it and decided it wouldn’t have made a bit of difference.
He left campus at lunchtime, and he remembers the glossy black Saab in the driveway. Victor hadn’t bothered to park it down the block. Geoffrey parked at the curb. It was sunny. A mowing crew was working across the street. He waved to them. No jets fell from the sky to take his mind off what he was going to find. As he walked past the Saab he stared into it, at pale leather seats. Everything neat, precise. Tidy. Anne’s car was in the carport. He didn’t look at it, or at the crumpled burger wrappers, wax drink cups, or napkins she’d collected. He turned the kitchen door knob. It wasn’t locked. No security at all.
Of course their voices carried out to the kitchen. They were in the guest bedroom, which opened off the living room, the room Geoff sits in now, clicking the icon that will show Anne announcing her subjugation to the world. Geoffrey leans forward and turns up the volume so he won’t miss anything. It needs to be loud enough. Last year he was quiet. He closed the kitchen door silently. Anne was making sex cries, only partly cries, mostly gasps. The same breathy sounds she made for Geoffrey.
‘Are you ready? It’s time for you to cry.’ It was Victor’s voice, Satan’s voice, the one Geoffrey had only heard once or twice. It was a warm voice, deep, confident, well-modulated, the beautiful voice from the Web site.
Anne gasped once more, then said, ‘Please, Victor! Don’t do it where it will show. Please don’t. I can’t hide everything.’
Satan laughed a pleasant laugh. ‘Oh you’ll have to hide these. Until they heal tell him you can’t screw because it’s your period.’
Anne made another gasp. ‘I can’t.’ She was panting. ‘It won’t work. He doesn’t care when I bleed.’
‘Well neither do I. Here we go.’
Anne said ‘Aaaa!’ It went on for several seconds. There was pain in it, but it wasn’t a desperate sound. Not a loud cry, but high pitched and jerky and even more breathy. By the time she stopped Geoffrey was almost to the guest room. He stopped behind a dieffenbachia, as though he could hide behind it. Tonight he feels stupid about that, but the dieff almost stopped him. When he moved to the side he’d be able to see them.
Satan said, ‘You’re a sweet little bitch, aren’t you? You want it, don’t you? I’m going to suckle it.’
Anne cried ‘Aaaa’ again, but it changed into a sex cry in the middle. A sex cry, but different. Her cries went on. Then her voice, breathless, ‘Finish me. Don’t make me wait! Oh God, I’m so high!’
Geoffrey was just outside the door, gathering himself.
‘No. First I’m going to do it where you can say it *is* from your period.’
Anne started crying out. It was then that Geoffrey rounded the door. Anne was tied tightly to the bed with cotton ropes, hands and feet at the four corners. There was a large towel underneath her body. Both she and Victor were naked, and along with everything else, Geoffrey remembers how struck he was by Victor’s beauty. He had fine facial features, high cheekbones, large eyes, thick dark hair. He was muscular, dark, with a little chest hair, and he had a pale erection that ended with a thick head.
Victor was leaning over Anne’s vulva with a cutting tool in his hand. It held a single-edged razor. Anne’s head was back and her eyes were closed. She’s so beautiful, Geoffrey thought. Her face and neck were red and a vein swelled on her throat. There’s more. A thin line of red ran off a nipple, meandered down her breast, and stopped at her chest wall.
They would have noticed Geoffrey eventually, but he didn’t wait.
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BDSMSam kept her in the play room naked. She was there for sex and fun. He was a freak and loved wild kinky sex. He had married her mom when she was just a c***d and sexually abused the mom till she ran away with another man. She left her daughter and now he abused her. Men paid to fuck her and use her body any way they wanted. They could also take videos and pictures with her. She had huge tits like her mom and a great bubble ass. He had pierced her nipples and pussy. The play room had was filled...
Jack ruled his family and what he said was not questioned. He decided what they ate and what they wore and everything that went on in the house. He made the rule that no clothes were worn by the wife and his three daughters. He also fucked his wife any where and any time. The girls were used to dad bending mom over an fucking her right there in front of them. He also finger fucked the mom constantly. The girls were beginning to grow nice big tits like their mom. Dad had always been the one to...
O god! Her hand was creeping up towards my groin and I couldn't do a thing about it! I mean our parents were there for gods sake, what did she think she was doing!? I stifled a groan as her fingers started tracing the outline of my cock. We are sitting (my girlfriend and I) at a table for six in one of the classiest restaurants in town. You see, it's my parents wedding anniversary and so both our parents and us are out having a meal to celebrate. Our mothers are at either end of the...
I am an Indian Hindu…I love humanity however…I have more Muslim friends than the Hindus…Ahmad was one of them…I was astonished when one day Ahmad asked me bluntly,”Durgesh! Have you ever fucked my Ammi?””What?” I almost jumped.”Ashok told that he has seen you fucking my Ammi.””What nonsense, Ahmad!I haven’t fucked Safiya auntie ever.””Ashok told me it when my sisters Fatima, Ayesha, Khadeeja,Kulsoom, Ruqayya,Zainab,Wafa,Vaqa and Azra were there.”I laughed and winked at him lewdly.”I have fucked...
“I still say it may not last,” Rachel said when Patrick got home. She went on to relate her conversation with Al and her advice that he talk to their mother. “Well, I wouldn’t sell either of them short, yet. The most unlikely pairings occur: I recall you predicting that Sarah and Henry were in a carnal relationship, but weren’t interested in marriage.” “True. My ‘spider-sense’ wasn’t working. Anyway, what was your day like?” “I read several things, had an idea, followed it a bit, and...
Okay this is my story and most likely the most erotic experience of my life. This happened four years ago when I was 25. I’m 29 now and have always wanted to write about this experience. I’m 5’8, 125 lbs with short blond hair and blue eyes. A few years ago, I broke up with my boyfriend of two years. My best friend Lucy invited me to stay with her and her husband for a few weeks to cheer me up. Lucy and I went out clubbing just about every night! On my last night Lucy did not want to go out...
Drunk sexThe General walked into the living room; glanced around. "Over here, General," Jeff called out as he sat in a recliner facing the window, his back to the door. "Up late, Colonel?" "Waiting for you, Sir," Jeff said. "How did you know..." "I didn't. It was just a guess. Slide a chair over and join me." The General did so and seated himself, pushing the recliner back as he relaxed. Jeff picked up the remote and killed most of the room lights so the two men could see out into...
Introduction: Harry celebrates the wedding of Bill and Fleur This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. AUTHORS NOTE: For the purpose of this story, Gabrielles age has been altered slightly so now that she is 16. Chapter 2 Harry began to straighten his bowtie in the mirror that hung in Rons old bedroom. Harry sighed as he stared back at himself, and began to button up his dress-robes and jacket. The last few...
Last night was a late one, as I surfed through Xhamster, finally falling asleep in the middle of a hot video. I woke up this morning sporting a bit of wood left over from the night before, and as I lay there in the still coolness, stroking my cock, my mind began to wander. I began to think, trying to remember all those years back to the first time I played with my dick. It seems like I have always been in tune to things sexual, like playing doctor with the neighborhood girls. I still remember...
I am young, in that middle ground between little girl and growing. There are new feelings and curiosities and explorations ... but still yet so very innocent, tender, naive. My whole life I have lived on praise and making daddy proud. That is why I tryso hard in school, getting good grades every time. My room is always spotless, picked up daily. I help with the dishes, the laundry ... all to hear the magic words...”Good Girl.” Just hearing them makes my whole body sparkle, mytummy tingle and...
Introduction: These stories are about my true life experiances. They take place in the 1980s I couldnt wait to meet up with Mr. DAngelo. That Friday I hung out with Karen. We smoked some pot and ended up going to a porno movie. It was my idea. The theatre wasnt that crowded maybe 20 people were there. We sat in the very last row, no one was around us. We had walked in during the middle of the movie. We were buzzed laughing and joking around. It was Karens first XXX movie. I guess we were...
Dr Bio and his experiments(extreme,body mod,rough,teen,preg) -by stHell66 A story of horror and violence, beware! a doctor and his uncontrolled lust of violent rapes. A warning to the reader. You have been warned-ah ah aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh About a psychopath doctor practicing medicine, doing surgery's on helpless teen girls. The cries of the hapless teenage a scream that could be heard thru the asylium. As Dr Bio bites into the moist teen breast, ripe to be bit. The...
Monday 18th March 2019, mid-morningThe wonderful and refreshing night I’d spent with Veronica had served as a stark reminder of the pleasures of a simpler life, simpler relationships. We’d made love twice on Sunday night and once more on Monday morning before a sleepy-looking Haley had come in and put a dampener on any further passion. (Not that I minded, seeing her happy reaction at seeing me was almost as much of a boost to my spirits as the time I’d spent with her mother.)When I headed out...
Wife LoversHi RAJ here. I’m 24 yr old . Any gal or lady wanna sex in different way wanna get pleasure than mail me at or I’m not good looking but very sexy. Now start the story me 1 pvt firm me kaam kerta hu.meri senior hai swati jo ki ekdum mast hai or abhi abhi shadi hui uski uska figure 35 29 36 he or edum gori hai 1 baar hume kaam kerte kerte kafi time ho gya tha, sub staff vale ja chuke the, me or swati the buss me bahut jolly nature ka hu, mene pucha aapka honeymoon kesa rha, to usne kha tumse...
The following story was written by a woman who wrote it under the name "honeypuss" about 6 years ago. It is one of the most beautiful stories I've ever read involving lesbians, and deserves wider recognition. Sadly, the author died young, at age 34, and her page is no longer current, which is the reason I've re-printed it here. It's a tribute to a caring, courageous woman, who was taken from us too early. I hope open minded people of all sexual persuasions read the story, and search for the...
Late Friday afternoon our friend Rob stopped by for a drink on his way home from work as he sometimes does. My wife Kerri and Rob have a special relationship for those of you who have not read our other adventures. My wife Kerri is tall and tanned and has the curves in all the right places. Friday when Rob stopped by we had already had a couple of glasses of wine and were feeling pretty good. Kerri was wearing a short negligee with a slit up the thigh that just about revealed her pussy when she...
I was two weeks short of 15 when dad explained the facts of life here in our county. "Son, your grandfather was a brilliant man. He won one of the first large lottery jackpots and moved here so he could own the whole county. He invested wisely and I think I've done a good job following his lead. This is a dirt poor county with less than 10,000 people in and our family owns most of it. We own the Ford and the Chevy dealership along with the Toyota store. In addition we own all the fast food...
Charlie and Daniel, the two brothers of the three brutal bullies of our school, managed to cut me off on my way to school and took me to the empty apartment that they had commandeered and turned in to their fuck room. It was up on the third floor of a condemned building where they had cut a hole from one apartments closet to another so they would not be caught easily. In one of the rooms was a couples of ratty mattress that was stacked on top of each other. Numerous amounts of discarded...
Jon and Jan? Steve let them out into a storm like this already? Was it a test to see if they could handle it? Maybe control the storm? I didn’t remember going to sleep but I woke up to a pair of little hands around my morning wood. I noticed Cassie was sitting on my bladder holding my boner in her little hands. All the kids that had come in the room last night were sitting on the bed looking at the monster in the little girl’s hand. “Hey Cassie, can you let me get up to go pee so it will...
Mom have went to the City to meet my dad to celebrate her Birthday. Mom will be turning 60 year old. My dad have a reserved a room in downtown San Francisco 5 Stars Hotel.I was home alone watching TV when the phone rang. I look at the clock on the wall. It is 10 PM.I pick up the phone and it was my mom on the phone. Mom told me to come over to San Francisco to pick her up. I was confused and ask her what happen. Mom said she will tell me when I got to the Hotel.I went to the Hotel and the room...
Makeoverby Vickie TernIt really was the most amazing birthday my wife could ever have given me! Even now my eyes fill with tears just thinking about it. It seemed overwhelming two nights ago, when she first proposed it. But sincethen?She'd sat me down and told me the whole thing was arranged, never mindthanking her, there was nothing for me to do but enjoy myself. I wouldbe spending the whole of my birthday downtown, doing wonderful thingsall Saturday long dressed as Jenny. Being Jenny....
Weekend love affair fair Another boring day at working at the carnival all the little lot lizards running around in the there skimpy slut outfits showing off there tight bodies asking to get fucked most of them jail bate! and out of no ware this very sweet woman comes up and wants to play the game so I explain how to play and give her some tips I know to help her win and maybe get her to stay longer than her time of playing the game. being that it is not the time of the day where much happens...
Martha's Restaurant Steve had left a nice tip on the table for the waitress at Martha's Restaurant, but when he got to the cash register with their bill, the woman glanced at it and refused his card. "Already paid for," she insisted. When Steve tried to question her, she told them that the owner had said to not accept any money from them because the meal was already paid for. "Have a nice afternoon," she said with a smile, then turned to her next customer. In the parking lot, Steve...
A routine was established and it seemed to be working out for all concerned. On Friday nights Kelly would go out with Carl and would stay overnight at his place. I had got used to her weekly absence. I missed her, of course, but I could look forward to the Saturday morning when she returned, when our passion knew no bounds, especially on those occasions when she would leave Carl in his bed, drive home and immediately get into our bed with me. But there was a change to the established routine...
The Secret of M.Y.T.H. (a sequel to "Help! My girlfriend is a Unicorn!") Chapter 1 As I got dressed for my first day at the new school, I reflected on how much had changed since this time last year. Last year I just a regular boy, with a girl as a friend who would soon be my girlfriend, trying to navigate the beginnings of puberty and typical school stuff, nothing unusual about me at all. Now, pretty much none of that is still true. I am way beyond "usual", nowhere near...
I answered the door dripping wet and wearing a robe. "Swimming, huh?" James said. "Yeah. Come in, James. It's great to see you again. Wanna beer?" "A beer sounds good," he said. "I came to see Grace." "She not here, James. She's at the lake." He frowned. "I'll take the beer anyway." I opened a bottle of beer and handed it to him, and then excused myself, telling him that I'd be right back. Outside, I told Mary that James had arrived. "Shucks," she said. "I guess that...
Sitting at the dinner table with her parents, Jenny was atypically quiet. She could not stop thinking about the screams coming from Mr. Johnson’s office and the way Tiffany looked when she came out. Jenny envied the other girl’s looks and the way she carried herself. She remembered back in high school that she wanted to be just like those girls. Tiffany was pretty, wore expensive clothing, and looked perfect all the time -- well, except when she emerged from Mr. Johnson’s office that...
This is a real sex story based on my life. My name is Neha and am 28 years old who are living in Delhi for past few years and maintaining a rich lifestyle with the help of my cuckold boyfriend (Akshay). If you talk about me my height, it is 5 feet and 3 inches with medium length black hairs with blonde highlights on the edges. I am a professional dancer and aerobics instructor and that’s how I make my living, so it is normal for me to maintain a toned body structure with all the right curves....
Part twenty six. Sara was wearing her new black lingerie set as she called to Marcus to join us in our yard for a few hours of sun bathing. Her tiny black thong highlighted her gorgeous tight ass and her matching bra did little to cover her firm breasts, some of her pubic hairs were clearly visible from her thong. Marcus came through the gate that joins our back yards together and told her how beautiful she looked. He was wearing just a pair of shorts and I could already see a bulge forming...
Cuckold“Does she know?” Stargazer asked as they walked along the dirt trail. Scribe adjusted the pack on her shoulders. “Does who know what?” She bent down to pick up a couple of milkweed pods, carefully inspecting them before tossing them in the backpack. “Does Red know that you still dream about her mate? How you wish he’d chosen you? How you’re still in lo-” Scribe’s hand made contact with his cheek. “Shut up!” she snapped before turning away. “We don’t talk about the past, you know that.” ...
Officer Michelle Stone, a stunning young lady of just 28 yearsold a beautiful redhead who stands at just 5ft6 and comes in at a light115lbs. She has a lovely figure that her other co-workers would kill forand even envy her of her stunning firm well toned body and great 36c tits. Michelle was sitting at the desk reading some official papers inthe Police stations office while just coming in on her shift as she workedthe graveyard shift. For she was new on the force and had to work her wayup to...