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Julia had invited her around a couple of hours before the party ostensibly to help set a few things up. Arriving at the spacious Camberwell house she was greeted by a well tanned, smiling man who introduced himself as Troy. Troy had a gleam in his eye and tousled blonde hair that made Belinda realise that Julia had another side to her that was far distanced from her work image.
‘Aha, you must be Belinda, the friend Julia wants me to meet.’ He offered his hand as he spoke, and Belinda accepted it with a blush. ‘Don’t worry, Julia hasn’t tried to set me up with all her friends, just the very attractive ones.’ Belinda felt her blush deepen as she followed him into the house, which appeared to have been recently renovated and demonstrated superb character.
‘Down the end,’ Troy spoke from behind as she hesitated at each doorway, and for a moment Belinda wondered if he was watching her bum through her tight jeans. She had only just recovered her composure and decided against turning to see where he was looking. The rear of the house was a huge modern kitchen and dining area, backed by a ceiling to roof window that ran the full width of the house. Outside was a magnificently landscaped garden that gave privacy to the house and probably to the yard, from what Belinda could see. Julia was unpacking one of several shopping bags, and looked flustered, her hair was falling all over the place and her tee shirt was untucked on one side.
‘Oh Belle, thanks for coming, I’m running late and haven’t got any grog yet. Troy be a darling and take this list to the bottle-o and get everything for me?’ She thrust a scrap of paper towards Troy with a weak smile.
‘For a damsel in distress, anything,’ he said and disappeared down the hallway. Belinda put her bag down onto one of the kitchen chairs and waited until she heard the front door shut.
‘Are you trying to set me up with him?’ Julia’s grin answered the question. Belinda contemplated telling her friend about Tony, but decided that until she had discussed her situation with Tony that it would be best left until later.
‘He’s cute isn’t he. Could you give me a hand here?’ Julia was stacking packets of biscuits on the end of the servery and Belinda began to pull things out of the cold bag and place them in the fridge.
‘Well why don’t you want him then?’
‘Nah, we’re good friends and sex would change it all.’ Julia beamed at her. ‘This way I get to meet all his single male friends, its a sort of supply and demand thing where we can meet each other’s mutual needs. And quite a few will be here tonight,’ she added wickedly.
‘Looks like its going to be a fun party,’ Belinda laughed.
By ten o’clock the kitchen and dining area was packed with people talking loudly to be heard over the loud music. The floor in the kitchen was sticky from spilt alcohol but nobody seemed to mind. Belinda had discovered that Julia’s life outside Robson was full of interesting and different people. The sweet smell of cannabis smoke wafted from Troy’s direction as a long thin joint was passed between several friends. It was thrust towards her but she shook her head and allowed it to be passed to a young, thin blonde who looked like the last thing she needed was another foreign substance in her system. Tony had arrived at half past eight, and apart from a courteous hello and quick shoptalk between them and Julia, he had mingled with others so far this evening. She could see him now, near the back door, talking earnestly about something to a young couple that looked like they may have tired of the subject already. It was a good excuse for her to get some attention from him, she decided as she threaded past the blonde who was now in a tight embrace with one of Troy’s friends, and made her way towards the trio.
The couple looked almost grateful as she neared them, and she could hear that Tony was waffling in great detail about leveraged securities. His voice had the slight rasp to it that she recognised as his first stage of inebriation.
‘Hi Tony,’ she said and his head snapped around with a smile of pleasure.
‘Hey, Belinda, I was just telling Susan and, and,’ he grasped for Susan’s husband’s name.’
‘Brian,’ Brian volunteered with a wan smile.
‘Yeah, sorry, Brian, about….’
‘And I’m sure it was very interesting, I’m Belinda and I work with Julia,’ she looked at the couple first then back at Tony, ‘and with Tony too.’
‘Nice to meet you,’ Susan offered her hand and Belinda took it. Brian nodded at her but was looking around the room for a possible escape route, Belinda thought with amusement.
‘We might just go and top up our drinks,’ he said and led his wife by the elbow towards the kitchen area.
‘Well I think I bored the pants off them,’ Tony watched them go. Belinda giggled and smiled at him, feeling a stab of lust as their eyes met. She quickly glanced around the room to make sure that no one was watching them.
‘Meet me at the front door.’ She turned away and headed across the room to the corridor that led down to the front door without looking to see if he was following. She paused to look back at Julia’s bedroom, and seeing only Tony she ducked in and through the room into the en suite. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she turned and watched him quickly cross the room, sliding the door behind him and slipping the catch home to lock them in. He carefully placed his drink onto the sink and walked towards her their bodies entwining as their lips met in a hot, passionate kiss. She forced her tongue into his mouth, one hand snaking between their bodies to rub him through his jeans. Tony dropped both his hands and massaged her buttocks through the sheer material of her skirt, his hands pulling it upwards until it was bunched around her waist.
Belinda released the hard bulge and thrust her hips forward to rub herself against him. Without waiting for him to act she pulled her own panties off, pushing them down as far as she could. Then she pushed him away and turned to back to him, leaning over the toilet with her legs stiff and parted, exposing herself to him.
‘Fuck me,’ she whispered throatily, looking back at him over one shoulder. Tony’s eyes were alive with lust as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and freed himself. Belinda’s eyes involuntarily dropped to look at his erection as he walked to her, his hand guiding it between her legs. She turned away to face the wall as she felt him penetrate her roughly with one full thrust into her. She gasped with pleasure and pushed back against him, but Tony had placed his hands on her waist and pushed her forward over the toilet so that she was almost toppling onto the wall. Belinda put her hands on the wall to prevent herself from over balancing and found herself at his mercy, her legs shaking as he rapidly thrust into her. She tried to twist and grab his shirt in an attempt to regain some of the initiative she had lost, but he casually pushed her hand away then delivered a stinging slap to her bottom. Belinda bit her lip to stop from crying out, the slap sending hot ripples through her. She looked up at him and knew that her eyes betrayed the helpless lust she felt and clearly saw the way he was enjoying controlling the situation. She surrendered to him and turned away, bending her knees slightly to grip the porcelain bowl as her climax swept through her. Again she bit her lip to remain silent, a soft groan emitting from her throat and she screwed her eyes shut to keep herself under control. Tony grunted once then pulled out of her, and she looked back to see his hand furiously pumping himself as he came onto her bare behind. Some of his semen ran down her skin and dropped onto the toilet mat. Quickly she snatched some toilet paper from the roll and cleaned herself, before gently wiping the sticky mess from Tony’s hand. Tony leaned against the wall, his breathing ragged, as she bent down and tried to clean the mat. She smiled up at him and then leant forward and place
d a small kiss on the end of his spent member, watching it twitch, then carefully placed it back into his pants and zipped him up.
‘Thank you,’ she murmured, standing to kiss him on the lips. His arms circled her and hugged her tightly.
‘Are you free next weekend?’ he whispered. ‘Good,’ he said as she nodded, ‘I’ve booked a cabin up near Healesville and we leave Friday night.’ He looked her straight in the eyes, ‘as long as that’s okay with you?’
‘Absolutely.’ She hesitated for a moment before asking, ‘can we, I mean I, no we, tell anyone about us?’
Tony shook his head vehemently. ‘Honey, Derek is very much against work relationships. I think it would be best for now, to keep it under wraps.’ Belinda didn’t like the answer but nodded her acceptance. At least he had said for now, which meant maybe a bit later it would be okay.
She waited a couple of minutes after Tony slipped out of the bathroom before she went to the door. She froze, hearing Julia’s laugh from the adjacent bedroom, answered by Tony’s muffled speech. She was unsure as to whether she should go out, wondering if Julia had seen Tony come out of the bathroom, and if so what would she think if she would appear. Belinda made a quick decision and stepped into the shower, pulling the dark green curtain across just far enough to conceal her.
She was barely in place when the door opened and she heard Julia enter, locking the door behind her. Belinda had a sudden recollection of the day at school when she had been caught hiding in the teacher’s coffee room after she had tried to steal a copy of the year nine mathematics exam. Mister Fasilides, her biology teacher, had caught her after she gave her hiding place away in a fit of giggles. She stuck the back of her hand against her mouth to stop another attack, hearing the rustle of clothes followed by the sound of plastic as Julia sat on the toilet. Julia was humming in tune with the music that sounded faintly from the end of the house, pausing as the sound of her urine splashed into the bowl. Belinda regained control of her laughter as she saw a small tear in the curtain. Bending slightly, being careful not to touch the curtain and make it move, she peered through it and was able to just see Julia as she stood up and flushed the toilet. Julia moved towards Belinda, stopping at the vanity basin to wash and dry her hands. Then she played with her hair, flicking the fringe until it was straight. She stopped humming again and stood back to examine her appearance.
‘Well Troy, me boy,’ she whispered, ‘it seems that little Belinda isn’t interested in you, nor you in her.’ She puckered up and re-applied her lipstick, a bright red that was set off by her dark hair to give her a wanton appearance. Belinda smiled as she watched another woman prepare to stalk her prey. ‘So Troy, it is time you and me danced the dance of the eight limbs in my bed.’ Julia smiled at her reflection then glanced down at her blouse. She pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts forward, then pushed them together in an effort to improve her cleavage. She wrinkled her nose, unhappy with the effect. ‘Well, if I can’t do it that way..,’ she unbuttoned the blouse and carefully hung it on the hook on the back of the door. Then in one movement she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor, turning back to the vanity and giving Belinda a good view of her full breasts. Belinda blinked but didn’t pull back, finding her voyeurism somewhat exciting. ‘Not bad for thirty something,’ Julia remarked to herself and gently cupped her breasts. Then she firmly tweaked each nipple and Belinda was surprised to feel a small tingle as they became erect. Julia sprayed some perfume across the top of her breasts, then picked up a makeup brush, applying some dark blusher to each nipple until they appeared dark brown. The blouse went back on, and Julia smiled as she tucked it firmly into the waistband of her skirt, her nipples visible as dark points through the sheer white material. Belinda smiled to herself at the effect and knew that Julia was going to be hard to refuse. Then she was alone in the bathroom, the door to the bedroom ajar. After waiting a couple of minutes she silently stepped out of the shower and peered into the other room, relaxing as she saw it was empty. Carefully straightening her own clothes she walked through the bedroom where she had no doubt Troy would be bedded by Julia, and rejoined the party.
***
All week Belinda was distracted by the prospect of spending a whole weekend away with Tony. She knew that she was falling for him and although the basis was lust, she was aware that some stronger emotions hovered just under the surface. On Friday morning, she received a call from Derek asking him to come to his office. As she made her way to the meeting, she had a dread feeling that he was going to ask her to work over the weekend on some special project. It would be hard to refuse Derek, but she mentally prepared herself to do just that. She needed to escape Melbourne and the pressures of the job, and more importantly she wanted the time with Tony to try and gauge his feelings for her.
‘Sit down Belinda.’ Derek waved expansively at the several comfortable chairs that were arranged around his office. Port Philip Bay sparkled under an azure sky on the other side of the wide window that completely lined his office wall.
‘Look Derek, if you are about to ask me to work this weekend, I really have to say no.’ She had decided that offence was the best form of defence and struck first.
Derek looked puzzled for a moment. ‘No, no, not at all. I wanted to know if you were aware that I was looking for an executive vice president of operations for the company?’ Belinda had heard about the job and the office rumour mill had it that the job would go to one of Tiller’s executives.
‘I was wondering whether you had considered applying for it?’ The question was a bombshell and for several seconds Belinda stared stupidly at Derek.
‘Well, no. I mean, I heard that…’ she broke off, trying to collect her wits. ‘Derek, I just felt that I haven’t got either the experience or the knowledge of the company to apply for it.’
‘What did you hear Belinda, that one of Tiller’s people was going to be setting up an office next to mine?’ Derek asked with a wry smile, ‘I’m somewhat aware of the office rumours and I was determined to ensure that the right people here know that my intention is to retain control of my company.’ He became serious. ‘I would very much like you to apply, its not a guarantee that you’ll get the job, but I believe that you should be considering your future. If you get this job I know I’ll have the benefit of your presence here at Robson’s for some time.’
Belinda sat back, a feeling of elation sweeping through her. Derek was telling her that he considered her to be top executive level material and that he was worried she would start looking somewhere else. The compliment he was paying her made her feel wonderful about herself and she fought to stop herself grinning like a small child with a new toy.
‘Thank you Derek, I’ll consider it over the weekend.’ Derek smiled indulgently.
‘Good, if you decide to apply just send your latest cv to personnel. We start interviewing at the end of next week.’ Derek stood, his simple code to indicate that the discussion was over. Belinda stood and followed him to the office door.
She paused in the doorway and looked at him. ‘Thanks for the opportunity Derek.’ She already knew that she would apply, her own sense of ambition wouldn’t allow her to pass up the chance that had been presented to her.
Back at her own office Pam looked quizzically at her wide smile but remained silent. Belinda made a mental note that Pam would be going with her – if she got the job, she reminded herself. It was a great start to what was going to be a great weekend.
***
The small path had followed the lake’s edge for some distance, then arched over a small spur and turned
inland. Tony had led her back towards the water’s edge, holding aside the low branches of the trees until they could pick their way along the foreshore. Finally they had come to the base of the spur where it met the water in a sharp cliff and they had been unable to go further. He had pulled her close and kissed her with a gentle passion that set her heart racing. They had stood amongst the trees on a bed of pine needles holding and kissing each other for several minutes.
Now she sat on his lap, facing him. His loose cotton pants had been loosened and she had lifted her dress far enough to give him access. He was inside her and she slowly rocked back and forth, her hands holding the sides of his face as their tongues entwined lazily. His hands gently ran along her back, their lovemaking slow and measured. It was quite unlike the night before when they arrived, barely pausing to light a fire in the cottage’s stone hearth before they had torn the clothes from each other in a frenzy of sexual excitement.
Belinda was keenly aware of the sounds of birds chirping above them, a boat somewhere further around on the lake, and from the far shore the excited calls of children playing in the playground near the boat ramp and picnic area. They were too far away to see what was going on in this dense cop of pine trees, but the whole lazy feeling of the Saturday afternoon was translated into their passionate union. During the week she had bought herself an IUD, no longer wanting to have him pull out, nor wanting to risk pregnancy. She could hear his breathing becoming ragged, the telltale sign that he was reaching the point of no return. Still he kept his tongue moving against hers slowly, the languid pace matching her rocking motion. Then she felt his body tense, his hands clawing ever so slightly against her back, his tongue ceasing its movement as he came, feeling him ejaculate hotly inside her. She hadn’t come this time, but somehow felt fulfilled by the passion of the encounter.
She remained on his lap, feeling him shrink inside her but unwilling to pull their bodies apart. She smiled down at him and brushed his thick hair with her fingers.
‘That was good,’ she murmured. He stretched up to kiss her on the lips, smiling his agreement. Their lips lingered against each other for a moment.
‘You are one nice woman,’ he declared with a sparkle in his eyes.
‘Oh, sometimes I can be bad,’ she smiled back, giving his hair a playful tug. He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.
‘I find that very hard to believe, perhaps you could convince me a bit later.’
‘Oh I intend to sir,’ she promised as their lips met passionately again.
***
He cooked her a scrumptious meal of chicken breast strips marinated in red wine then grilled and tossed with a green salad. They ate and drank in a companionable silence.
‘Thank you again,’ Belinda said as he cleared away the dishes.
‘My pleasure, I rarely have the time or inclination to cook after a day in the office, but I do enjoy it.’ He scraped the plates into the small bin. ‘So tell me, have you applied for the new VP position?’ Belinda stiffened a little at the unexpected question, but then relaxed when she realised that she had been curious if he and for that matter Julia had.
‘I’m still considering,’ she replied not altogether truthfully. ‘What about you?’
‘Absolutely.’ His frank reply made her feel a little ashamed of her own evasive answer. ‘I don’t believe the office rumours for a second, I think Derek wants someone he knows and trusts for the job.’ He should have added that as the longest serving employee in the office that would put Tony in the front running.
‘Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll probably put in my application on Monday.’ Belinda felt better at telling him what was the truth.
‘That’s good, though I personally doubt you’ve been here long enough for what Derek wants.’
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IncestAn Easter Tale. By Kyorii. Chapter 01 The tale of me. I loved reading stories I've been an avid reader all of my life, Mum said that I was a dreamer, but I just loved stories especially the ones with happy endings. In stories the impossible seems possible and magical things can and do happen, I recently read an old fable about a goddess called Ostara who loved children and to entertain them she one day changed her pet bird into a rabbit, the new rabbit then created brightly...
A sting in the Tale Brigid lay in the hospital bed, as impassive as ever. I couldn't help but wonder how much she actually understood of what was about to happen to her. We had told her she was finally to be rid of that most erroneous anomaly that lay between her legs. As it existed now it was shriveled and atrophied and devoid of function. She seemed willing, perhaps even excited to be rid of it. Not that her emotional range really extended as far as excited. It really only...
The Displaced Detective, Part 1 (A Body Hopper Tale) By Limbo's Mistress Chapter One "Here you go, Detective," the barista behind the counter said with a little smile. "One double espresso latte with whole milk." I returned the smile as I reached out to take the cup of steaming coffee. "Thanks," I said. The pretty young clerk smiled again and turned to help her next customer, leaning slightly over the counter. Instinctively, my eyes slid down to admire her pert rear showcased...
The First Story - A "b.j. darling" Tale By Grace Love ------------- While this story contains truthful elements, it is a work of fiction and should not be construed as anything else. Nor should it be seen as condoning risky or violent behavior. All relationships portrayed are of a consensual nature and involve only individuals 18-years-of-age or older. ------------- Master does not allow me to cum. At all. Ever. i literally do not remember the last time i came. It was...
Synopsis.What happens when a man is taken by a woman who needs a pet? Remember: A man is not just for Christmas!An Adult Female Domination Tale by Miss Irene Clearmont & Mrs Jessica McKovanaughCopyright ? 2013 Miss Irene Clearmont & Mrs Jessica McKovanaughTell Tale-----------The footsteps sounded hollow on the bare boards of the floor as she walked towards me. I could not see her, all was dark before my eyes, but her presence was tangible. A force that had captured me and confined me for her...
Teen Fuck Toy – A Thanatos Tale – Part One Author's Note: This fictional tale contains images of torture and humiliation.It is meant for an adult audience that can tell the difference between fantasyand reality. -- Cerberus In a quiet section of Manhattan, a large anonymous brownstone serves as arest home for some members of the Thanatos Society who are too old to carefor themselves. While the residents are wealthy enough to pay a staff to carefor them at their homes, in their declining years...
The Legend of the Latex Princess Rubber Fairy TaleBy Darqside There is an old legend that spans the fabric of time itself, well not really that old actually, but it will be around for a long time at the very least. Legend has it that there was once a young queen who ruled her people and her house with an Iron fist.? She was very strict with her Manservants and Maidservants.? She was a very selfish and indulgent woman by nature, and was very choosy about the men who courted her.? In...
William?s Tale William?s Tale By Lorgrom Hey there my name is William I?m 46 just under 5?8? and 166 lbs. I?m your average looking African-American. Unlike my inner-city brothers, I grew up in a lower upper class city. While most of the kids in school were white they accepted me as one of their own. Since my father was the lawyer for many of their parents. During my senior year of collage, I met Gwen. She was a freshman, who was only there because she qualified for one of those grants...
Nina?s Tale By Dr. Quirt A young Afro-French girl explores her masochistic desires but gets a lot more than she bargained for. This story is the second of a trilogy, the first part being ?Julie?s Story? and the concluding part ?What Happened to Lucy?? Part 1 Hi, my name is Nina and I am going to try to tell you my sorry tale. I don?t know if this message will ever reach the outside world as I shall have to try to smuggle it out through one of the harem guards, tonight. I don?t think...
The Perfect Wife ? A Thanatos Tale ? Part One The Perfect Family ? A Thanatos Tale ? Part One Note:? This is a work of fiction.? Any similarity with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ?A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? -- Alexander Pope Thirty-one year old Larissa Monroe shudders as her son, Andrew, loudly...
The main character here is aligned to one member of our small social/support group who is a country mile ahead of the rest of us in passability, but lacks the confidence to make the most of the gift in anything other than events for crossdressers. The story itself is unintentionally longer than previous ones that I have posted, but it took a long time to write and kept hoovering up new sections. It is just a shame that I could not think of a decent ending, so if readers think the story...
"The blonde with the big tits in the Zep tee." Our drummer and bass player, brothers Sal and Rik Venturi also left requests. I waved him off, "Not tonight. Gotta work the day job tomorrow." Roscoe smiled and asked, "Not even a quick bj, Kev?" "Nope, gotta run." The Clown Show was an oddly named bar and club that often had us signed on for weekend gigs. Two 45 minute sets after an opening group, usually on the popular Saturday night. This one was a more rare Wednesday night as a...
Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess. Her name was Aludra, which, in the language of her people, meant “unwanted one”. Of course she didn’t know this, because all the servants in the palace DID want her. They loved her dearly. She was sweet and pretty and fun to be around, whereas her mother was a stone cold class A Bitch. The Queen was such a bitch that, after her husband, the King, knocked her up with Aludra, she poisoned him. “Imagine!” she...
Life was a bit mundane for Tracy. She was married for about thirteen years. She was a wife, mother, daughter, friend, sister. But she felt very alone. Things were okay with her marriage. They had great sex, but did struggle connecting emotionally. This frustrated Tracy very much. Her husband was an introvert and she was more social. Then one day she went looking for something a little different. She had no intentions of cheating, but just wanted to see what was out there. She discovered that...
HumorA Cat's Tale By Julie O Edited by Amelia R. Author's note: This story was in part inspired by a very strange dream I had recently. Chapter 1 Derek Silva logged onto his computer. He had recently found a very interesting chatroom, and he was hoping that there would be some exciting people in there that evening. It was a little after eleven PM, but Derek didn't care; it was summer, and he had no worries until fall when his college classes started up again. He...
Once upon a time, there was a girl with the heart of a kitten. Shy, and skittish, she was slowly coaxed from under the bed, or should I say, out of the closet by her owner, and then her new found friend and next door neighbor. Eventually, she shared her story, and became comfortable about talking about it, even writing about it, playing with a few select others who would throw balls of yarn for her or scratch her behind the ears and smile as she rubbed up against their legs, showering them with...
FetishNote All characters are entirely ficticious and my apologies of any family or company names have inadvertently been used My Lady's Descent, the Butlers Tale. I was idly cleaning some silverware. The sun was shining through the drawing room windows. The lawns stretched away towards the lake with its island and folly while a gardener snipped ineffectually away at the lawn edges. It was an ordinary summers day. Mr Harrison my lord's stock broker and adviser arrived just after...
The group watched Iverson intently as he took a long swig from his mead pouch. The darkness fell around the group as they sat beside the brightly burning fire, drinking their mead and finishing off their stew. Iverson finally spoke: - Well. Where to begin? He mused tantalisingly. The young men shifted impatiently. All bar Romian, Luther and Iverson himself had rarely met let alone experienced the wonders of women! They all wanted to know what it was like! As highly hormonal...
Author’s note: The noble ladies of medieval France loved tales of women who had to put up with old and jealous husbands. Sometimes the stories were comic, sometimes tragic, sometimes romantic – but always the bad husbands were outwitted, one way or another. Here’s my (slightly naughty) take on the bad husband tale. Rosette daughter of Galon was rounding the last corner between the village well and the cottage she shared with her mother and father when two of the Duke’s soldiers, magnificent in...
You may think of me as Fiona, and I am a cross-dresser.A story by Erica inspired me to pen my saga of cross-dressing. I am also a recovering alcoholic, with a few days over 19 years without a drink as I write this, and I suppose the two tales are intertwined to some extent. Not that I am a saint by any means, a lot of people with a lot less time have a better sobriety than I. But I learned that alcohol is a poison to me, so I avoid it. I just do irrational things when I add alcohol to my...
My name is Ms Layla Smith, and I am, as you might say, a lady of negotiable affection. This is quite wrong indeed. My price is rarely negotiable, since the customers willing to negotiate obviously are not wealthy enough to afford me. I am a true professional, discreet and perfect in every manner a gentleman could ask for. I know what they want before they even know it themselves, when to smile, when to stare, when to lie, when to be the ever so modest little flower, and when to be the...
THE HUNTER'S TALE. By Cassandra Anaconda Morrison I had been collecting tales of the old days from the people in that small mountain community for several days. And everyone I talked to said the same thing: "Boy?yew should talk to Old Man Sackett if yew wants to hear some hair-raising stories about the old days." It had taken me some time to track him down?apparently he'd taken his Winchester and gone off hunting deer for all he was over 90 years old. But now he was sitting...
The Blue Unicorn: An Allegorical Tale By Lynn LeFey Once upon a time (as is often the beginning of such tales), there was born to a mare a beautiful young foal. Like the other foals, it climbed on wobbly legs, and eventually ran through the green pastures where it lived. This young horse was unremarkable, except for its blue mane. Often the others would comment about this unusual trait, sometimes playfully, sometimes in a mean way. As the young colt grew, the blue coloring slowly...
A Fabulists Tale By Rachel Anne Now where do I start? Well they say that the beginning is always a good place, so here goes. I have always been a storyteller but lately everything has changed. It seems that my tall tales aren't so tall as I always thought at least they aren't after I tell them that is. Confusing? You don't know the half of it, but I'll try to explain as best as I can. I first noticed that things weren't as I had been taught when I wrote a story about the SRU Wizard....
Altered Fates: Kyle's Tale By Christy_D My name is Kyle Crane and I've got a story to tell. I'm 19 now but when all this happened I was 17. It started off as a normal day, as tales of this nature often do, and I was doing chores around my house. My parents and 15 year old sister, Cassie, were gone for the week visiting my aunt and I had the house to myself. As I took the trash out I noticed something lying in the bushes next to our front door. I put the trash bags by the curb and...
I have to say it’s good to know there are other people out there living the Cuckold lifestyle. Sandra and I are from the South of England, have been married six years and have a daughter together. I love my wife very much indeed. As well as being a very attractive woman with a great figure she is popular and fun to be with. There is nothing I enjoy more than having her on my arm or of spending time with my family. With all this in mind I’m pleased to say that Sandra is also a self-made slut for...
A Pirate tale A long time ago, the kingdom of Spain ruled much of what we call now Central America and the Caribbean. Their domination was opposed by the British, but not using the Navy, no. The British used pirates. There have been many tales written of those times, and this may not be the strangest .... At the docks of the great city of London, a young man moves carefully, occasionally looking at a piece of paper he carries. The docks are a place of bustle and noise, which...
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