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—-=(Empaths and politics)=—-

Twelve centuries prior to Majgen’s birth, it was officially confirmed and publicly announced that a minority of humans possessed empathic abilities. Soon after the existence of human empaths became public knowledge, programs were made to track empaths and enslave them in governmental employ.

By the time Majgen was born, human empaths had long since gone from being a feared and abused minority to being respected pillars of society, a position human empaths in general, mentarions in particular, desired to maintain.

Originally empaths had been counted as one minority, simply ‘the empaths’. However, seventy-nine out of every eighty empaths only needed the general population to understand that sensing emotions wasn’t all too different from being very good at reading body language. One out of every eighty empaths needed the general population to believe that strong empaths could be trusted with the abilities to scan the minds of others. As a result of this the stronger and the weaker empaths had been split, and the word mentarion had been defined.

Even though mentarions were so rare, most humans were fascinated by the concept of mind readers – fascinated and scared. The sub-culture and sub-society of the weaker empaths was rather similar to the general society and culture of humans. The weaker empaths, gathered under the Empaticon, could afford an image of being very much like regular people.

The mentarions, however, could not afford an image of being like everyone else. Their abilities were too frightening. The stronger empaths had to make the general public believe that they were more than just average people, that they could be trusted to use their abilities for the greater good, that they were an asset not a liability.

The rules of the Mentaricon and the mentarion ways were not build on ideology. They were created with the needs of the public opinion in mind. The strict formalities and protocols of mentarion interactions, including the constant adherence to rank, were a tool to make outsiders consider mentarions exceptionally dignified. The dependence on empathic potential, within the mentarion rank system, was a tool to strengthen another myth. Namely, that empathic abilities in themselves lead to greater wisdom and adherence to duty.

The extensive mandatory education of mentarions had multiple purposes. Amongst others it ensured that every mentarion had an extensive academic background, this made it easier to create an image of mentarion wisdom. Their education also made mentarions, as a group, more politically aware, hence politically stronger.

Originally the mentarion ways had been a means to build a facade. Centuries after their creation the mentarion ways still served that purpose, but most mentarions no longer viewed the mentarions ways as an artificial means to an end, the mentarion ways had become a genuine lifestyle, a culture. By the time Majgen was born mentarions were almost as susceptible to the myths surrounding mentarions, as non-empaths were.

The political structure of the mentarion sub-culture had been designed with the purpose of building an appearance, many traits which could have provided stability had been sacrificed to this end, and many traits which induced instability had been implemented to this end. The Mentaricon could very easily be torn apart from the inside.

The political position of the Mentaricon was fragile. Constantly threatened from the inside, by its own inherent instability, and from the outside, by the moods of public opinion. Only the most politically aware understood this, even amongst mentarions only a minority knew how insecure the foundation of their lifestyle was.

—-=(That particular day)=—-

Upon being discovered, empaths were transferred to the empathic sub-societies. Most empaths were discovered prior to the age of seven, a very few as late as ten or eleven. All empaths under the age of ten, were the responsibility of the Empaticon – the weaker empaths’ sub-governmental structure. At the age of ten those of mentarion strength was transferred to the Mentaricon.

Majgen Rahan was discovered at the exceptionally late age of thirteen.

On the day of the incident that lead to her discovery many traditional, although unofficial, celebrations of student rank promotions had been taking place. Majgen served at one of these celebrations, although she was only thirteen at the time she was working alone. It was unusual for youth-workers to work alone, but the amount of celebrations taking place at once combined with unexpected illness amongst employees had forced the caterer she worked for to make that decision.

Mentarion students were taught the value of dignified behaviour from the age of ten, the reckless behaviour common in other varieties of students was not to be found with them. Normally if any student would get unruly or violent at a student party, other students would have interfered.

A lone servant should have been safe, especially such a young one, but Majgen was not a normal girl.

—-=(Ottearon Antwoine Weissme, the man)=—-

‘There has been a mishap at one of the parties, Ottearon. Do you have time to come and help us sort things out, Ottearon Weissme?’

Those had been the exact words Weissme heard when answering one of his emergency lines. On that line ‘mishap’ meant ‘disaster’, and ‘do you have time’ meant ‘this is bad news’. ‘Help us sort things out’ on the other hand was open for interpretation. The phrase implied the situation could be solved without Weissme’s aid, but that the staff member calling expected Weissme to want to solve the issue in person.

‘Ranked-it-up parties,’ Weissme thought while entering the hall, ‘the most lively season for my school.’

When he saw the beaten girl he immediately realized that this incident would have a deteriorating impact on the prestige of his school.

‘A student party gone wrong for reasons of booze or maybe even strong drugs,’ Weissme immediately concluded. He did not think of ways to cover up the incident – at this point.

If Weissme’s first assumption had been right, he might not even have planned to do so later. Scandalous incidents of violence – involving studying or educated mentarions – were rare but not unheard of. The public opinion of mentarion ways would be partly restored by the severe added punishment of the offenders.

Everyone knew that after the punishment required by regular laws had been served, mentarions who committed regular crimes could expect further punishment by the mentarion authorities.

The sight of the bruised, sobbing and still naked girl on the floor was heartbreaking to Ottearon Weissme. She was shivering, lying on the side covering her face with her arms.

‘Why have no one covered and comforted the poor girl?’ Weissme wondered.

Anger rose in Weissme, anger towards the Mentariata staff members who had arrived prior to him.

‘They should have taken proper care of her sooner, not just left her there like that while waiting for me to arrive. I’ll make sure to give them reason to regret being so heartless,’ Weissme noted to himself, ‘Sometimes being an Ottearon has advantages.’

The moment he stepped towards the girl, he began to realize why she had not been helped, the teen was still emanating subconscious self-destructive emotions. Not as powerfully as she had hours ago, but enough to explain his staff’s heartless behaviour, enough for the Ottearon to realize that this incident was not simply caused by drugs or alcohol.

Ottearon Weissme was sufficiently skilled and experienced to recognize her emanations for what they were and to ward off their effects. Instead of hating and despising the girl, as the emanations would make an unaware mentarion do, he retained his own emotions. He felt even more sorry for the girl now, he began to understand the nature of the ordeal she had been through.

Weissme moved plates and food off one of the tables to free the table cloth. He needed something to cover the girls nudity. While he wrapped her in it, he used his empathic abilities to soothe her mind, to sedate her and to stop her self-destructive emanations.

He wanted to know exactly what had happened, and he wanted to find out who she was. He expected a few questions to his staff and a quick mind scan of the girl would suffice for that.

‘And then we can send her to the hospital and call GED-authorities to take over legal matters,’ Weissme planned.

‘To make such pervasive emanations, this girl has to have at least Syvaron potential. Why haven’t I met her yet?’ he wondered.

Ever since he got in charge of the Mentariata Ottearon Weissme had always made sure to become personally acquainted with the most powerful students.

‘Who is she, Femaron?’ he asked one of his staff.

‘Majgen Rahan, she was serving the party, Ottearon Weissme.’

‘Serving? Who assigned a female student to serve at an all male ranked-it-up party?’ Weissme’s brows furrowed, he couldn’t think of anyone in his staff who would make that mistake.

‘Female Student? Ottearon I don’t know what you… Oh.’ The Femaron hadn’t realized the girl was an empath. Now she couldn’t understand why she hadn’t noticed earlier. ‘She is not a registered empath, Ottearon. She is not a student, she works for a caterer.’

‘Works? How old is she, Femaron?’ Weissme asked.

‘Let me check, Ottearon.’ The Femaron took a few seconds to find the answer.

‘Thirteen. She is a youth-worker, Ottearon Weissme.’

‘Poor child,’ Weissme thought, and began scanning Majgen’s mind. By mind control he kept her fully sedated while viewing her memories of the day.

From Majgen’s memories of the male students’ behaviour in the time just before the abuse began, Weissme got a suspicion that the male students had not been affected by drugs or alcohol when the abuse had first begun. Weissme sincerely hoped that the memories in the minds of her attackers, the male students, would disprove that suspicion.

It was truly disturbing to him that Majgen was not a student at the Mentariata.

‘She doesn’t even realize she is an empath,’ Weissme noted to himself.

There was no time to ponder how this strong an empath could have escaped discovery till the age of thirteen.

‘The hospital will have to wait a while,’ Weissme decided. He didn’t understand the full causality of the incident yet. However after scanning Majgen he had a strong feeling – that it would be unwise to turn the matter over to GED-authorities, at least for now.

‘This incident might be of the type that needs to be actively hushed.’

For a moment Weissme turned his senses towards the closest of his subordinates. As he had expected the staff-member had neither conscious nor unrealized feelings of animosity towards the girl anymore. Not now that Majgen’s self loathing emanations had ceased. Ottearon Weissme held the girl in his arms for a few more seconds – allowing himself to feel pity for the teenaged child. Then he ordered his staff to keep the girl sedated and pain-free by means of mind control.

He truly did not wish for her to suffer.

As soon as he stepped away from the child, Weissme started pushing all feelings of pity or care towards the girl out of his thoughts. Antwoine Weissme was not a cold-hearted man. But he was able to make cynical decisions for what he considered the greater good. Without such personality traits he could never have become the primary leader of one of only three existing mentarion educational facilities.

No direct political power came with the embassy, yet no one who understood the nature of the mentarion subculture could deny the indirect power of being the leader of the Mentariata. Though many would crave the power and the prestige of his employ, not just any Ottearon could have carried the responsibility that came with the post. Antwoine Weissme would not have acted inhumanly for selfish reasons nor for petty prestige, but he was able to do it if the motivations were sufficiently strong.

The first teacher, to arrive on the scene, had herded the male students to an end of the room, to the corner farthest from the girl. The students were not talking amongst themselves, nor to the teacher who guarded them. Weissme expected the young men to feel various degrees of guilt and shame – now that they had been deprived of the girls emanations, he was disconcerted to find he was wrong.

Most of the Students felt fear.

‘Fear of punishment,’ Weissme assumed, correctly.

Yet, he sensed no real feelings of guilt in any of them, not above what the level a crowd of more than twenty would always emit. Small guilt of the type people could get if they had forgotten to deliver a message on time, or had taken the last piece from a tray of delicacies in front of another person. He couldn’t sense any hint of guilt for recently having done harm, shame was similarly missing.

‘Righteousness?’ Weissme was too surprised to be appalled when he sensed a widespread feeling of righteousness. ‘Even those who fears punishment feels righteous. How can they feel righteous after what they did to that girl?’

Even before actively entering any of their minds, Weissme got a distinct impression – several of them expected not to be punished at all. Those were convinced their actions were so righteous, punishment would be absurd. Weissme was disconcerted that so few of them appeared to be influenced by drugs or alcohol.

—-=(First ranked Student Yang Kol’s mind)=—-

Ottearon Weissme picked one of the students who seemed sober, to scan his memories of the day’s events. The student’s name was Yang Kol. He was eighteen years old. A good age to reach first rank for a student. Not extraordinary, but rather good. Yang Kol was an intelligent young man, this was reflected by the good grades he got in nearly all classes. When it came to using his empathic abilities Yang was a skilled student, but he also excelled in non-empathic teachings, such as mathematics and physics.

Student Yang had started his day by getting up early to call his biological parents. His empathic abilities had been discovered at the age of four, he no longer remembered the time he had lived with them.

Like any other freshly discovered empath, Yang Kol had been transferred to the custody of mentarion authorities to be raised by empaths. His parents had chosen to remain a part of his life, even though they knew it could only be a small part. They never stopped thinking of him as their son. Yang felt towards them as a non-empath would feel towards distant but cherished relatives. Yang had a warmer relationship to his non-empathic parents, than most adult mentarions.

Yang had been in an excellent mood all morning, he was looking forward to the celebration. Some of his close friends had grown a rank this graduation season too. He had spent the time around lunch with those, all of them made sure to miss the meal. They wanted a large appetite for each their celebration parties. Yang hadn’t been listed to same party as any of the others. But that didn’t matter much to any of them, they had already planned to share memories of their separate parties.

The Ottearon skimmed quickly through the early parts of Student Yang’s day. From the earlier parts of the day he only needed a general picture of Yang’s state of mind when arriving at the celebration. He caught some fractions of memories though, like how Yang had jokingly begged his closest friend to not drink Bonka – a local brand of beer – at his celebration. Yang had claimed that gaining such a memory would traumatize him eternally.

Student Yang Kol had felt good most of the day prior to attending the celebration. More important to Weissme was that Yang had been in harmony with himself, which should have made him less susceptible to being affected by emanations. He had
not brought drugs with him to the party, he had not been planning to drink much alcohol either.

‘Student Yang stuck to his plan to avoid alcohol and drugs.’ Weissme was certain of it. Even now, after participating in the prolonged abuse of the girl, Yang was still sober. ‘How could it happen?’

Weissme continued to the Student’s memories of the party itself.

The doors to the party-room had been unlocked by Majgen one hour prior to serving time, as tradition demanded. The Ottearon knew from her memories that the first students had arrived ten minutes later.

#

Yang Kol walked in about twenty minutes before serving time. Eighteen other students were present at this time. They were standing around in groups talking, sipping different delicate beverages or drinks.

‘Something is wrong,’ Yang immediately realized.

No one was smiling or laughing. There was conversation, but the few talkers spoke with a low voice. The quiet stylish background music drowned out all meaning to anyone not close to the speakers.

While walking to the nearest group of students Yang saw one of them talking. By the time Yang was close enough to hear – the talker had just finished whatever he was telling. The others in the group merely nodded in reply, to what had been said. Their faces were serious, some of them had a controlled angry appearance.

‘Such bad spirits cannot stem from anything relating to the celebration,’ Yang thought, ‘Even if the food is burned crisp black and the only alcohol present is Bonka, there should still be room for laughter. This is a ranked-it-up celebration.’

‘Greetings fellow students.’ Yang Kol said and made a simple bow.

The atmosphere did not invite the traditional foolery of ‘ranked-it-up’-parties. If not for the sombre atmosphere Yang would have bowed deeply to one student while saying: Greetings first ranked Student, I am first ranked Student Yang Kol, may I know your name?

The other student would have responded with a deep and exaggerated bow while saying: Greetings first ranked Student Yang Kol, it is an honour to introduce myself to you. I am first ranked Student… followed by his own name.

This greeting was tradition at a ‘ranked-it-up’-party, whether or not the students already knew each other. Every student would repeat the procedure throughout the party till they had greeted or been greeted in this manner by everyone else present. There were also set traditional responses for the cases where a student would accidentally greet one he had already exchanged the traditional greeting with. Those would usually be heard and cause riots of laughter in the later hours of ‘ranked-it-up’-parties, as more participants became drunk or otherwise affected.

‘Greetings Student Yang Kol,’ one of the others replied.

According to etiquette teachers only added a students first name to the student title when addressing one. The same form of addressing was used by students addressing lower ranked students. But it was common courtesy for students of same rank to add both first and last name. When lower ranked students addressed higher ranked students etiquette demanded they address the higher ranked student by full rank title, and both first and last name. If they did not know both first and last name of the one they addressed, then the full title would suffice.

‘Why is everybody’s spirit so low?’ Student Yang asked directly. Amongst mentarions, pretending to be unobservant was not considered a form of courtesy, the way it often was in normal society.

‘The celebration is ruined,’ one student replied, the rest of the group nodded confirmation.

‘What happened?’ Student Yang asked.

The students in the group didn’t immediately reply, it seemed that each hoped someone else would. Yang clearly felt their still repressed anger. He was starting to feel annoyed himself, he had really looked forward to this party. The exceptional food, the many different sweet and bitter beverages, and the always surprising varied assortment of alcoholic drinks. When going to a ‘ranked-it-up’-celebration one could be sure to make several new taste experiences, yet the part everyone always looked most forward to was the unrestrained cheerfulness.

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This story is rather long, and I spent all night writing it. If you’re only looking for steamy sex scenes that are the main story, look elsewhere. There’s a lot leading up to the sex here, but I think that sometimes makes for a good story. Comments are welcome. Rate if you liked it. The 1 in front of the title means there will be more to come. 1 London 2007 I’m the kind of person that is trusting, and distrusting of the internet. I’ve had my fair share of run-ins with incredibly creepy...

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Summer of 2007

Summer of 2007. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was, to me, the best year in my life. 18 years old, steady income, good friends. I had everything a teen could ask for. I was in grade 12, Math class, the final class of my final year of high school. Finally. The anticipation of going camping with friends to my buddy’s chalet right after school was torture. As soon as the bell sounded, I bolted out of my seat, turned around once I arrived at the door, stuck both my middle fingers up and...

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Changes in Paradise Timeline Pod Tree as of July 2007

Changes in Paradise By Patricia Time Line & Pod Trees - as of July 2007 Posted in deep appreciation for "Dan_from_warm_Los_Angeles" thoughtful comments! Thanks to Fran(k) for invaluable work done on the first time- line (I didn't use an outline until Chapter 07, when ... yes, Dan, you can smile ... I was getting people mixed up in my own head). Chapter 01: Patrick and John arrive on 399 (Mermaid Island) - A Radio repairs -A + 2...

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Cruise To World Cup 2007

She was from Memphis, Tennessee and I from India. I met her on the cruise ship while we were both there in the spring of 2007 march. She was on a cruise with her mum and some close family friends. They had decided to take her along with them leaving her husband and two boys aged 14yrs and 10yrs back home. I was 32 years then, broad chest, fair complexion, tall and deep brown eyes. I worked on the ship as a waiter on board the cruise liner that sailed out of San Juan, Puerto Rico every Sunday on...

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The Weekend of 2007

This weekend started off very badly with my girlfriend being annoyed with me – she had had a tough week at work and I guess I wasn’t sympathetic enough. We hardly spoke at all on Friday. But Saturday started better and her mind was clear. We played in a squash tournament and she won the women’s doubles and some prize money. She offered to take me out for dinner on her prize. It was now summer weather and as usual the sun had brought out the best (or maybe the worst) in her – she was horny!We...

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FALL 2007

3 o'clock in the morning,the streets of Long Island suburbia are deserted.It's not cold,but the breeze is enough to at least harden any dude's nipples without their consent.But that didn't stop me,didn't stop us..to do what our young minds would normally consider unthinkable...Wait,scratch that,what MY young mind thought was unthinkable.IT all started during the end of the Summer,when my boss ask me to be in charge of the restaurant for a few hours one day,the last bartender/cashier he trusted...

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the bartender unfinished circa 2007

It’s after 2am when you walk in, expecting to find your girl finishing up closing the bar. To your surprise, she’s already gone and the new guy is finishing up. “Hey there Sexy” he says to you with a smile “Samantha already left, she wasn’t feeling well, but she said you’d be coming by and to give you this…” he slides you an envelope containing a note and the 50 bucks Sam owes you. “Can I get you a drink?”, he says as you take out the note. “Sex on the beach” you respond as you remove your coat...

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Kerala houseboat pleasure 2007

I had been in india for 2 weeks. I had travelled from mumbai by train and driven all round kerala with my indian guide. My guide took me to meet the houseboat that was to be my home for then next 6 days. I was looking forward to the tranquillity of the backwaters of kerala after a pretty hectic but wonderful past 2 weeks. The crew of the boat were a very willing trio. They helped load my luggage and with great pride sowed me round the small but very well appointed boat. The main man, who i...

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Robs Choices Invitational 2007

I started writing and was interrupted by a week in the hospital, clearing up a few problems related to my congestive heart failure. While there, I came up with the idea to finish JPB's story, using portions, ideas, quotes and excerpts from some of his other stories. Please note that I asked for and received permission from JPB before finishing the story in this way. I asked Tech-san to edit it for me. Wow, I made so many mistakes in punctuation and spacing, plus run-on sentences, I was...

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Khartoum February 2007

"Sahib! Sahib! Come quickly there is trouble!" Robert sighed as the over-excited Arab grabbed at his arm. 'What now?' he wondered. They had only arrived in Khartoum the day before, and he wanted to prepare for his business meeting later that day. The Arab porter was hopping in his feet as he pulled and urged Robert Carter towards the hotel entrance. "It's the white 'miss' she's being arrested!" "What?" Robert broke into a run as he raced for the hotel entrance. 'What trouble...

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Brother Cucks Brother or Does HeChapter 3 Halloween 2007

"Are you sure? Both of you?" I asked. We were on our way to the clinic; it was my day to donate some pure, undiluted, one hundred percent Montgomery sperm. I didn't know about them but I definitely wasn't sure. "We've discussed it a hundred times," came from my brother behind the wheel. I knew he was as nervous as I. "I want to," Caitlyn added but without any real conviction in her voice. "All you gotta do is jerk off, how tough is that?" my brother said with a grin, trying to...

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You Must Remember ThisChapter 17 Epilogue Bletchley August 2007

The young Fred Clegg was enjoying the outing. It had been a long car journey up through the Buckinghamshire countryside, past Luton and Whipsnade but in the end he'd found the place without trouble. He wasn't much of a one for museums normally but, when he'd learned of the family connection and heard about what his grandfather had been up to during the war, he had felt that he just had to come. Sitting in the library of the Mansion in Bletchley Park, Fred had been happy to listen to the...

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LANGSUIRS Shadow of the Old Ones CHAPTER 1

LANGSUIRS:Shadow of the Old Ones FICTION BYAMANDA WRIGHTERCOPYRIGHT (c) 2010NOTE TO READERS: The following events take placeduring the invasion of the Earthly plain by the creaturesknown only as the "Old Ones." While previous knowledgeof the LANGSUIRS comic is not necessary to read thiseBook, having read the comics, will probably make theeBook much more enjoyable and understandable.CHAPTER 1Thursday - 2:46 pmMarlin Township, Highway 9 - Graydeaux Parish, Louisiana Officer Laura Bingham stepped...

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Slave Boys First Session Part 2

It had been two days since Sams first experience with "Domdadd", he was still a little in shock, he couldn’t believe that it had actually happened, it felt like a dream. Though Sam had jerked off over 5 times a day at what had happened he just couldn’t get it out of his head, it was like a d**g he had tried and loved.Dommdadd had been in contact online a few times, asking if Sam had enjoyed their first meet and how he could wait for next week. Sam was still unsure if he could go through it all...

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His and Hers Tits Temptation and Proposition

Canada is a progressive and liberal country. Toronto is its largest city and an incredible place to find state-of-the-art hybrid sexual beauty. Let's talk tits, for example. Young girls with cunts get new and enhanced tits every day. Now it's wonderful to see young girls with cocks get the same high-tech sensual vision. First let me tell you that the old phrase, "the best of both worlds," is much too trite to describe the modern TS from TO. These women ARE women. That they have pretty cocks...

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Sin Eater

Author’s Note: Here’s another in cauda venenum story that could go in multiple sections on this site. I think you would agree that it belongs here, despite some of the elements some readers have come to expect from me. Please remember that this is fiction, and it follows its own rules, so please suspend your disbelief before reading. I do believe there are some reasonable questions raised by this, so I hope that this is worthwhile for you to read. This story started from me overhearing a...

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Bikini Beach Betrayal

Based in Elrod W's universe and utilizing characters created by him. Bikini Beach: Betrayal By JDG Anya smiled at the pretty red head sitting before her. She judged the woman to be in her late 30's to 40 based on the mental impressions she was getting. Based on looks she would have to be judged to be late 20's to early 30's. She obviously worked hard at keeping herself in shape. "So... what can I do for you today Mrs. Johnson?" "Well, Anya is it? Anya, I have been having a...

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Bottoms Up

Jay had the girl bent over the end of the couch with her heavy tits hanging down and her ass in the air as he rammed his thick cock in and out of her young tight ass. He loved fucking a girls ass the best of any thing. He was long and thick and loved to see that tight hole stretched to the max as he rammed in and out not caring if it was painful for the bitch he had bent over. He had even tied many girls if they tried to stop his big cock entering the tight assholes. This bitch had huge tits...

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Daddys Little Bitch

Introduction: Katies Stepdad gets fed up with his daughters antics and trains her to be his pet bitch. Daddys Little Bitch by Katie Spencer ([email protected]) *** Chapter 1 Katie wasnt sure if she was the prettiest girl in town, but she damn well knew she was the hottest. She had just turned 18 and was beginning her senior year in high school. She was 54 and 120lbs with curves for days, long wavy brown hair, and a deep dark tan. She had developed large breasts at around the age of 12 and...

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Five Classes of SubmissionClass 5B

Back in New York, it was so hard to conduct business when the needs of her body kept distracting her mind. She fought her way through it, though, canceling the termination of her lease. She liked this apartment far too much to leave. Its location was ideal, and her bedroom was already absorbing the scents of several lovers — she'd have to be crazy to walk away when her personal environment was just coming together. And she couldn't wait to tell Giuseppe that she was staying. She'd already...

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Sexual Adventures of a Schoolgirl Part One

Introduction: This is the first part in a series I hope to continue with involving a freshman in high school and her discovery of her sexuality. Please leave constructive criticism as this is my first story. Sigh. How is it that anything could be so boring. Sophie sat quietly at her desk waiting for papers to get passed back. Sophie was always good at school, all As and Bs, but ever since she started high school things had been different. Sophie had thought that a new school would be fun: new...

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LizChapter 2

I was soon balls deep inside Aurya again, my cock now pushed into her without being washed first, just as she asked of me earlier. My sexy, slutty, Middle Eastern wife wanted to be fucked bareback with a prick that still had another woman’s juices lingering to it? That worked for me. She seemed to really get off on the knowledge that I had raw dogged Liz, just as Ryan next to me enjoyed the fact that his fiancee still had another man’s cum in her twat. Something about sloppy seconds and a...

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Darker Desires

It was 6:47 as I looked over at the alarm. The sun was starting to creep through the window, so like my usual self I pushed my face into the bed and pulled my satin pillow over my head, god I loved the way it felt just like the sheets my nude body was in between so smooth they felt like I would just slide off. OK I thought You have to get out of bed sometime Amber trying to encourage myself. I still had a headache from the night before, by now I should have learn to lay off the drinks, but...

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The Erotica Novels Meeting

He'd been writing erotica for some time now, and had enjoyed a reasonable amount of feedback from the sites he'd frequented and had his stories published at. He'd been asked several times if he'd like to attend an informal meeting of authors from a site, all with similar interests. The majority of his work centred on his love of dominant females and the fantasies he often had about them. Meeting such women was a dream to him, and he was not sure about how his exposure would make him react. It...

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A Strange Relationship

Matt took a deep breath as he stood before the door to his sister Anna's new apartment. Glancing around the front garden, he nodded in approval, before stepping up to the doorbell and pressing it. Matt was 19, and his looks could best be described as average. Medium height and medium build, with medium-length brown-blonde hair and blue eyes, he was neither an imposing figure nor a diminutive one. He was dressed casually, in jeans and shirt. Suddenly the door swung open, and Anna appeared....

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Jokes and GigglesChapter 101

I just received these, and being Sunday they should be enjoyed. The Pilot and the Priest: A priest dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him is a guy, who's dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans. Saint Peter addresses this cool guy, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?" The guy replies, "I'm Jack, retired airline pilot from Houston." Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to...

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Chachi Mera Randi Hai

Hii mera naam raj aryan hai me assam ka rehne wala hu age 21 hight 5.8 hai or girls bhabiyo and auntis mera penish size 8.4 or 3.4 mota hai me ba last year me prta hu n hostel me rehta hu agr koi real sex krna chahti ho or aapne pati se unsatisfy hai to mujhe mail kre id hai Yeh meri dusra stori hai or bilkul real stori hai aab bor na krte huye stori pe aata hu Mere pados me rehne wali chachi ke sath mene kaise chudai ki hai toh suniye dosto aajse 4month pehle ki bat hai 1bar college 10din ke...

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Cosmic Capacity

I'm gonna delete this later tonight, ladies and gentlemen, so don't stick around. Turns out CYOA branching pathways are a heckofalota harder to make, and I wanted to stick to a central idea. I'm moving the story to Literotica under the same name - my username's "Allexstar", and I'll be uploading a short story version of Cosmic Capacity some time between now and Sunday... hopefully. So if you're interested, go check it out. Peace.

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Night Entries Chapter 4

Night Entries, Chapter 4. Well, we're home, sort of. Trouble is, our house has been rented out, so we cant actually live there. For now we are in a motel, doesn't that sound like fun? I have to spend like a hour on the bus to get to school, but oh well. **** Can we get any further from my school? We left the motels and now are in a place literally on the other side of town! I'm on the bus for almost two hours every day! ***** Finally, in our own place again. It looks like...

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Fucking A Young Married Girl In Pune

Hi guys, let’s get started right away. I am Kunal, 6″ tall, fair, athletic body, and a 6-inch thick dick. I am open to talk to women interested in having a good time. My email is mentioned at the end of the story. I have been in Pune for the past 4 years and I am living with my flatmates. As luck would have it, a young married couple just moved in. The girl’s name was Sonal, who is 28, petite, 5 ft 1 in, slim, fair with amazing tits and an ass to die for. As we live in the same area, we use to...

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Booby Christmas

Are you looking forward to a merry Christmas this year? Of course, you are! But how is that supposed to happen when you have to deal with family over the holidays? Fuck, you can’t even say ‘the holidays’ without some dipshit falling over and having a heart attack because you used the phrase ‘the holidays’ instead of Christmas.Do you know what stands between you and a peaceful, fantastic Christmas? Well, people! People ruin everything. So instead of dealing with people over Christmas, the...

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DIARY OF A GIGOLO 1

I copped lots of good-natured ribbing about it when changing while playing various sports. By the time I was twenty I had lost my virginity and very much enjoyed both males and females being impressed by my cock as well has having them pleasure it. At twenty-two years of age I met a business lady who was a long way from home. Apparently she was married to a man who was the size of a jockey with an appendage of that scale. She had never had a bigger cock than his and was most impressed with...

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Unbelievable Summer Ch 01

James County Stories #1 Nicole Everett was a woman with a problem. She was trapped in a foundering marriage. Her husband, once a lusty lover, was paying less and less attention to her. She agonized over this state of affairs as she laid on a chaise lounge in her back yard next to the swimming pool while and a power mower hummed behind her. The mower’s operator was Bobby Draper, a boy from the neighborhood who tended their lawn. Her husband used to tend to the lawn and most of the home...

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