Rediscovering Julie
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The following Wednesday I noticed the clipping from the newspaper on the refrigerator. The meeting was that night at seven, and after some thought, I decided to go.
It turned out to be beneficial. I met a few other women who were in my similar situation. Young and who had lost their husbands unexpectedly. I made a decision that I’d come back the next week and hopefully each week I’d learn a little something more about healing.
Overall, I was starting to feel better. I had seen Eric again since our walk to the estate sale and I could feel myself loosening up. I enjoyed being around him, and I’d given up trying to resist the emotions that were developing inside me. He stirred feelings in me that had long been dormant, not to mention there was something there. When he and I talked, I could feel this unspoken understanding from him. I felt like he could sense my caution and maybe even my pain, without telling him anything about my loss. His patience put me at ease.
We’d mentioned getting together on Saturday afternoon for lunch. I made a few sandwiches and pasta salad, grabbed a bottle of wine and decided to walk over to his house and surprise him.
‘Hi’ He muttered after opening the front door. His hair was a bit disheveled and he was still in his pajamas. I looked down at my watch, it was almost noon. I assumed maybe he’d forgot our plans.
‘Are you ready for lunch?’ I asked, smiling. Knowing his answer, since we weren’t going anywhere with his state of attire.
‘Umm…’ I could see him searching for the right words. I stood on his porch, holding the picnic basket, waiting for an answer.
He ran his fingers though his hair, looking down at his feet, then back up at me. ‘I can’t go today, I’m sorry Syd.’
I gave an understanding nod. Waiting for more of an explanation from him, but none came. He looked at me blankly. ‘Maybe another time?’ I asked and stated at the same time.
He nodded his head. ‘Yeah, another time.’
I turned around, and walked down the steps and back toward my house. Hearing the door close behind me. I was numb. It was one thing to cancel a date, but his lack of reason was what bothered me. Sure, we weren’t technically dating and he didn’t owe me an explanation, but every time we’d been together it felt warm, and this left me feeling bitter. When I got home, I finished off the contents of the picnic basket and fell asleep on the couch.
Days passed without word from Eric. My phone had become annoyingly silent. I hated what I was feeling. I was upset. I missed him and I couldn’t shake it.
That Wednesday I went back to my support group meeting. For an hour I didn’t think of Eric. My thoughts were solely of Robert. I felt guilty. He didn’t ask for it to be this way. He’d done nothing. He’d been driving home like he did every night, except that night it was different. It was foggy and he didn’t see the truck. It backed out into his lane of traffic and within seconds it was over. They said he didn’t feel a thing. I wanted to blame someone, but there was no one, it was purely an accident. Which is why I was sitting here blaming myself, feeling guilty for feeling alive. I listened as the others spoke of their experiences, their feelings of loss, grief, and guilt.
I made my way down Market Street with Rachel, another woman I’d met from the group. We were consumed in conversation, when I noticed a taller guy crossing the street to the left of me, and I thought for sure it was Eric. I paused in mid sentence and turned as we walked past. It was him, with the same bubbly blonde that was at his house weeks earlier. I felt a sharp pang in my stomach, but I didn’t falter in our conversation. She seemed to notice I was distracted, but didn’t mention anything.
Later, at home, I slouched into my couch with a glass of wine and came to the conclusion that I had been picked over. This realization hurt more than I expected it to. I started to cry. I was cursing myself as I did it. I hated the fact that I’d been sucked in. I’d let down that wall, after so much hesitation, and once I did, it didn’t matter. I’m not sure how long I sat there, drowning in my own abandon, but when I heard the knock on the front door, Drake and I both nearly had a heart attack. Visitors at this hour were a rarity. I brushed the hair from my face, and peeked out of the front window before opening the door.
‘Oh, for Pete’s sake.’ I grumbled under my breath, feeling elated at the same time.
His hair was wet and matted against his forehead. Sometime between my first glass of wine and passing out on the couch, it had started to rain.
‘Eric…what are you…?’ I couldn’t even finish the sentence. I was a bit in shock of him standing on my porch after just seeing him with his flaxen girlfriend hours earlier.
‘Hi Syd.’ He smiled. I stood there, knowing that I was supposed to invite him in, but afraid to. I wasn’t about to stand out on my porch in a torrential down pour, so I waved him inside. I couldn’t maintain my secret forever, and I didn’t feel that it mattered anymore anyway.
‘Are you ok?’ He asked, sincerely. Could he tell or was it just obvious that I’d been crying while sucking down three glasses of Merlot?
‘Um, I’m ok.’ I garbled. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I needed to talk to you.’
I looked puzzled. ‘About?’
We moved over to the couch, where he eyed my empty bottle of Merlot, before sitting down. Lucky for him, I held my alcohol well.
‘I’m sorry for being distant these last couple weeks. I’ve had a lot on my mind and I just needed some time to be alone.’
Wow, he had some nerve. I had just seen him with Goldilocks three hours prior. Did I dare mention it? In my wine induced state, the answer seemed to be yes.
‘Alone? I’m sorry if I don’t understand Eric, but I just saw you over on Market Street tonight with another woman.’ The second it was out of my mouth I was regretting it. I didn’t want him to feel that I was being possessive. We weren’t dating and frankly it was none of my business. He looked at me puzzled.
‘I’m sorry.’ I apologized. ‘It’s none of my business, and you don’t have to explain to me what’s going on in your life.’ I could feel my face turning crimson.
He chuckled. ‘That’s my sister, Sydney.’
I didn’t realize you could go from feeling miserable to angry to stupid in such a short span of time.
‘I’m sorry. I just…’
‘Don’t explain, I would have thought that as well, if I’d seen you in the same situation.’
An aura of relief seemed to wash over both of us.
‘I really like you Sydney, and I enjoy spending time with you. I’m just afraid I come with some baggage and I don’t want to burden you with that right now.’ Baggage? Was he kidding? He hadn’t seen baggage yet.
‘We all have issues, Eric.’ I reached across touching his hand.
‘Yes, but some have more than others.’
I bit my lip, savoring the silence between us. Here he was, this big, strong man, who always seemed so much in control, looking in my eyes, sharing this weakness with me. I wanted to kiss him, whisper to him that whatever it was, it’d get better. I wanted to love him.
Instead, I cried. I was such an idiot, here he was ready to pour his heart out to me and I’d managed, within seconds to turn this back to myself.
‘Whoa honey, what’s wrong?’ His face immediately turned to concern and he reached for my hands. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, but I wiped away the tears, sniffling as he took my fingers in his. I had a sudden outpouring of emotion toward him.
‘I’m alright, can I just lay here with you for a bit?’ I didn’t wait for him to answer and he didn’t object to my blatant lie, I leaned down resting my cheek against his shoulder. Before long we were both fast asleep. I woke at about three a.m., cold and absent of my alcohol buzz. I reached over and pulled a throw blanket over us. By t
he time the sun had rose, our bodies were warm and pressed against one another.
My hair was slightly tangled and I snuck away from the couch, without managing to wake him up. I tiptoed upstairs to clean myself up. I was halfway up the staircase when I panicked. I’d completely forgotten the wedding picture hanging above the fireplace. He’d roll over on the couch as he was waking and end up staring straight at it. I turned around, making my way quietly back down to the living room, but it was a futile effort. He was opening his eyes, smiling at my disheveled appearance. ‘Good morning’ I whispered. I’d never seen someone look so perfect at seven a.m. after sleeping on a rigid couch.
It was useless now, he was going to see the picture. Sooner or later I would have to explain. He groggily sat up on the couch, running his fingers through his hair.
‘I hope I didn’t take up too much room?’ He questioned.
‘Not at all. Would you like some coffee, Eric?’
He stood up, adjusting his wrinkled shirt. ‘I should get home, but thank you.’
There it was again. That conflicted feeling. Was I mistaken in thinking that what we shared last night was special? Or was I looking too far into this? Either way it didn’t matter. He was putting on his shoes and I wasn’t going to ask any questions. In a matter of minutes he was gone, I don’t think he even noticed the picture.
In the passing days I couldn’t help but think about Eric. I wondered what all that meant that night. What was conflicting him so? What made him so warm and affectionate one minute and abrupt and platonic the next?
I floated through the next couple days, managing to limit my thoughts of Eric. He hadn’t even crossed my mind on Wednesday as I rushed up the stairs of the community center for my weekly meeting. I slipped in the door and found a seat in the back of the room. We were hearing from a speaker this meeting, so the room was rearranged in a classroom like setting. I noticed there seemed to be more members, probably due to the author that was giving the presentation.
Fifteen minutes into it and my mind was starting to wander. I was picking at my fingernails, fumbling in my seat, examining the backs of the heads in front of me. My concentration level was diminishing by the minute and by the time the hour was up I was thankful to be leaving. I fumbled with my bag and squeezed past a crowd of people discussing the presentation.
‘Sydney!’
I heard my name and I recognized the voice. I tried to process why he as at one of these meetings as I turned to face him. Masking as best I could, a confused expression.
‘Hi Eric.’ I looked into his eyes, and could tell he was as confused as I was.
He spoke first.
‘What are you doing here?’
I wasn’t sure what to say. There was no point in hiding it any longer considering this was a widow and widower’s survivors meeting.
‘I was attending the presentation. What are you doing here?’ I asked.
‘I was doing the same thing.’
So there it was. All of the doubt that I had was replaced with empathy. I thought back to the many times I’d cursed him for being so distant.
‘Can we go somewhere and talk?’ I questioned.
He nodded his head. Minutes later we were back at the same coffee shop we had met at. Sitting across from one another, he with his steaming latte, and me with my iced cappuccino.
‘Would you tell me about her?’
I watched his face and couldn’t read his expression. He didn’t say anything for a while, but when he spoke, it was quiet.
‘I can still see her. Her long blonde hair draped around her face. She had this smile that could light up a funeral and sometimes when she laughed, she would snort at the end.’
He smiled and sipped his coffee.
‘She was going to be a wonderful mother. Some women aspire to be doctors or lawyers, but Ann, all she wanted was to raise our family. I was fine with it, in fact I thought it was great. She bought a basinet even before we knew she was pregnant.’ He smiled, reminiscing.
The tears were on the verge of falling. This man never failed to amaze me.
‘Then, just like that, she was gone.’
I was afraid to ask. But luckily, I didn’t have to.
‘A brain aneurysm. She was only 30.’
I wanted to say I was sorry. But I’d heard it from so many people, and to me, it meant nothing. Of course they were sorry. There wasn’t anything else they could say.
So I said nothing. I reached across the table and took his hand. He was looking off toward the wall.
‘I loved her so much, Sydney.’
‘I know, Eric.’
His face softened. ‘Tell me about yours.’
I took another drink of my coffee and sighed.
‘Robert was amazing. We had this wonderful relationship that I’ve missed every day since he’s been gone. Sometimes, I still feel like he’s there. I’ll lie in bed at night and reach across to his side, and the bed feels warm, and I imagine him laying there, breathing softly. I think to myself, I’d give everything to have him back, even for just a few minutes.’
He started to rub the inside of my palm as the tears welled up in my eyes. I went on to explain about the accident. He listened, never taking his eyes off of me. I talked until I was sure I wasn’t making sense any longer. When I was done, I let out a deep sigh and looked down at the table.
‘Some days it’s easy. Some days I can really accept what happened and know that she’s in a better place, watching over me. But other days, I want to scream. I feel like punching the wall.’
I nodded. I knew the feeling all too well.
‘I’m sorry, Sydney. I let you in and pushed you away all at the same time.’
I opened my mouth to respond, but he continued.
‘That day that you came over?’
I nodded.
‘That would have been our two year anniversary.’
Eric finally made sense to me. I hoped that I made sense to him now.
I rubbed my thumb over his. A comforting silence surrounded us. I had so many questions, but not the energy to ask them. Eric leaned across the table and softly rubbed his fingertip across my bottom lip. When he graced the part in my lips, I kissed it. At that moment, I was overcome.
‘I haven’t touched anyone else like that since.’ I whispered.
‘Either have I.’
We both smiled. My stomach was in knots of fear and anticipation.
‘Can I see that chair in your bedroom?’ He asked, grinning.
For a moment, I didn’t say anything.
‘I might let you sit in it.’
Not much was said between the coffee house and my bedroom. I felt like an eager teenager, about to make a decision that could change everything. Excited, yet conflicted. He sat down in my chair and my choice was made. Not only did I want Eric, but I needed him.
I walked towards him and he reached up, putting his hand on my face. He pulled me down to a kiss. His lips were soft and the smell of his cologne was making my knees week. I ran my fingertips down his chest. He pushed his tongue against mine. It was warm and urgent. He sucked me into his mouth, moaning softly.
I unbuttoned his shirt as his tongue trailed down my neck. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back. My entire body was trembling from just his mouth. I prayed I didn’t pass out in the act. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. He stood up, his tongue back to dancing with mine as I rubbed my palms over his smooth shoulders.
‘Are you ok?’ He whispered.
I could barely speak. ‘I’m great.’ I responded.
I watched as he traced his finger down my stomach, stopping at the button on my jeans. He looked back into my eyes, as if to get a second approval. I reached out and unbuttoned his pants. That was all the encouragement he needed. Within seconds he stood before me, only in a pair of tight boxer briefs. I thanked God for blessing my sex-deprived body with t
his beautiful creature. I made a mental note that I wanted to paint him. Naked.
He laid me down on the bed, and continued to assault my eager mouth with his tongue. I wanted to touch him all over, and I did. His skin was warm and smooth, with speckles of dark blonde hair in all the right places. I felt his hands on my back, unclasping my bra. He pulled it away slowly and tossed it aside. I held my breath as he ran his tongue across my collarbone, down between my breasts, then to each nipple. I let out a deep groan as he softly bit down on one, and then sucked it between his lips. I could feel his hardness pressing into my thigh. Our bodies were grinding together in a slow, rhythmic motion that was bringing me to the edge of insanity.
He stood up at the edge of the bed and tucked his fingers under the sides of my panties, freeing my body of them. His eyes were locked on mine as he grinned and pulled his underwear off. I moaned, and then smiled as I realized I’d done it out loud at the mere site of his raging manhood. He couldn’t help but smile as he crawled over me, and slid his hand between my legs. My body jerked as he probed my depths with his finger. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began to whimper as he rubbed his thumb over my swollen clit.
He leaned down, invading my mouth with his warm tongue, kissing me harder than any of the times before. I growled into his mouth and he didn’t hesitate any longer. He took both my thighs in his hands, just before he plunged his thick erection deep within me. I almost screamed from the pure ecstasy I was experiencing. I wrapped my legs around his lower back, both my hands in his hair as he thrusted in and out. My body was trembling against his. He sucked on my lower lip and trailed his tongue to my ear, flicking my lobe. That put me over the edge and I started to buck against his body.
His face was close to mine and his grunts were echoing into my entire being. He gripped both of my ass cheeks in his hands and started to pump harder. I could feel my toes beginning to tingle and I screamed as my wet canal gripped Eric’s penis. I was pulsing inside and my entire body was hot with passion as he took my nipple between his teeth and thrust deep one last time before he exploded inside me.
He raised his face to mine, his mouth agape. We were both panting, half smiling. Our bodies slowed, but he stayed inside me.
‘It’s been a while.’ He joked.
I ran my hand over his cheek, feeling cool sweat beneath my fingers.
‘It was perfect, Eric.’
He gently kissed my lips before laying his head on my chest. I closed my eyes and within minutes we were deep in slumber.
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Chapter Ten: Slut's Frustrated Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Justin Sampson “Now you listen here, you naughty little bitch!” Coach Johnson snarled as she ripped down Sam's panties, a look of shock crossing my girlfriend's face. “I can eat any cunt I want in this locker room.” I couldn't believe this was happening. Shock rooted me in place as my girlfriend's brown bush came into view. Sam struggled to stop the lesbian coach from eating her pussy. She cried out my name as she...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story has been submitted as part of the RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE set on the Author Hangout Discussion Forum. All criteria and build up can be viewed through this link: RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE THREAD * * * * * The lightning cracked across the darkening sky as the maelstrom approached. The smell of rain filled the evening air and drifted across our senses. Sitting on the hood of the car, Kim and I watched the storm get closer. With each boom, Kim’s brown eyes widened....
Chapter Five: Pregnant Mother's Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn't write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Lasla – Coral Isle, Jyou Sea “I need to cum,” my sexy sister, Pyrriah, said. She was...
Chapter Five: Futa's First Russian Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “It wasn't a move I was expecting,” I said as I stared at the cameras. I shook my head. I still couldn't quite believe it had happened. “President Demyan Ignatov caught me completely off-guard.” “Is it safe to say that was the most surprising moment in your presidency?” Adelia asked, the caramel-skinned woman leaning forward, such interest in her eyes. She licked her lips. “Definitely,” I...
Stacie Ward’s Week, Thursday Miss Castellano was the only thing making my week attending Rogers High School naked bearable. It wasn’t going naked in the Program that was the problem. In fact, I should have been up to my eyeballs in pussy thanks to the Program. Hell, I didn’t even mind avoiding that for my girlfriend if Meaghan wasn’t so clingy to me. If she wasn’t around, she had one of her host of friends to babysit me. They walked me two and from classes, glaring at any of the girls who...
Introduction: Young man falls for his uncles passionate wife JackassTales&hellip,Tale # 33&hellip,Readers, this is a change of pace story for me. Usually my tales are about sexual relations between older males and younger females (my favorite characters). Here, Ive reversed roles by having a younger male and an older woman. I know its been done by others, but not so much by me. Some might consider this a blasphemous tale because I interweave sex and religion. But, like they say, sinners make...
AUNT PEGGY’S PASSION (Part one) Morning Glory Sunday mornings are not supposed to be noisy. But, this Lord’s Day morning I was awakened by a loud voice speaking. Good god, that man was arguing again! Uncle George was again beastly berating and criticizing Aunt Peggy. The bad-tempered, rough-talking bear of a man was acting like the bastardly beast that he was. His brusque, gruff, gravelly voice carried all the way from the kitchen to my bedroom down the hall. If ever there...
Book One: Rogue's Sultry Women Part Four: Princess's Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Chapter Ten: Sister's Naughty Dance Kora Falk – Cheyvn, Kivoneth Princedom, Strifelands of Zeutch It was hard not to smile at the enthusiasm on Zanyia's face as she slid off my lap and beneath the table I sat at. I shivered, my eyes flicking back over to my brother, a big grin on his face as Marita and Josephine licked his cum off Elli's big...
Chapter Eleven: Futa Shares Her Family's Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Sasha Ford Who was Dad fucking? When had he gotten a girlfriend? All my plans to reunite my family would be ruined by this new woman in Dad's life save for one fact: my mind-controlling panties. I held the sodden pair of flannel boy shorts in my hand and marched down the hallway to confront my father and his new girlfriend, leaving my mom and little sister...
Calissa looked towards the door of the bar and gasped. It was like an icicle had been run down her back. It can’t be, but it was. Jeff, her ex-husband, if you could call him that, just walked into the bar. That feeling of her heart thumping loud enough for everyone in a one-hundred feet circumference to hear was back as it always was when she would first see him.She quickly turned her head so he would not see her looking at him as he walked in. But he must have noticed her as he came up...
Love StoriesHere I am again. Another bed. The silken sheets cleaved to our sweaty bodies as I neared the climax of my performance. I could hear the woman, whatever her name was, moan in pleasure. She muttered something in my ear. I think it was French. I tried focusing on what I was doing. I could feel her hot, wet pussy engulf my cock... But something was missing. She clawed at my back as she came again. What was it, something like three times now? She was an animal. Don't get me wrong, if felt...
IncestJuly 23rd, 2027 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston III I’d done it. I reveled in that fact as my family piled into the limo waiting for us out in front of the courthouse. The reporters were swarming us, shouting questions. We had won our freedom. A jury of our peers had recognized the truth. Incest was beautiful. My women were swarming me in the limo. Melody kissed me first, her lips hot and hungry on mine. Pam swooped in and claimed me next, hers tasting salty from the tears of relief she’d shed....
Chapter Six: Hot Teacher's Frozen Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Justin Sampson I glanced at my time-frozen friend, beset by bewilderment. Sam couldn't have a crush on me. She was almost a robot at times. Today, talking about this time dependency, was one of the few times I'd ever heard her sound so emotional. Right before my little sister froze time, Sam was excited about the fact that the atomic clocks around the world had gotten minutely out of sync with each other,...
Chapter Two: Slut's Submissive Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Justin Sampson I laughed with everyone else as my three bullies scrambled to get dressed. Their normally strong, dominant forms wilted beneath the gales of laughter. I had the biggest grin on my face as I witnessed Chris and his two asshole friends' humiliation. To them, they were about to kick my ass because they thought I was ogling their girlfriends. In an eye blink, I vanished and they ended up in their new pose....
MATURE THAT PASSIONI have a passion for mature ladies, better if married.I discovered my passion for white married women when I was 30.I had been invited by the head of a company with whom I had contacts for work reasons, at a party in his villa.When I received the invitation, I could not explain why. I had been the only one among several of his acquaintances and my acquaintances, among them also many more important than me, to have received it.The chief was 58, while his wife, who also worked...
Even in the large suite there was no peace, the captain and Marissa were arguing again. Tyaja whispered to Ayanna “what is going between those two?” Tyaja replied “Maybe the tension of being on the lam is getting to them. Suddenly the door blasted open and that bounty hunter that was pursuing them stepped through the remainder of the door. The captain charged and caught the bounty hunter by surprise spearing him to the floor, as they struggled Marissa pulled out her knife and held it to the...
Love StoriesBook Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Nine: The Knight's Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Knight Kevin – The Free City of Grahata, Yalut Island The night wore on as we stood our watch in the overgrown Labyrinthine Gardens. The trees and bushes were so thick, the stone buildings of Grahata were completely obscured. There was almost no light, the night sky half-overcast, the moon struggling to shine through black clouds. But our eyes had adjusted to what light there was. The...
Book Three: Barbaric Passion Chapter Six: Orcish Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Knight-Errant Angela – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation I dozed in a sex coma. Thrak had fucked me so hard. I had cum so many times. That orc was virile. My pussy ached wonderfully from the force of his strokes. He lay next to me in the tangle of grass, his breathing a low rumble as he slept, his arm over my stomach. I absently stroked his...
Chapter 7: Angel's Stained Passion by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Aurora the fallen angel had thrown off the shackles of Heaven's pathetic rules. All they did was constrain the forces of good and allow evil to flourish unchecked. To allow Jezebel to flourish unchecked and protect her client, Faust. Aurora would see the vampire Faust slain and Jezebel's plans undone. She would not flinch in the pursuit of righteousness. She would use every tool at her disposal, including the vampire...
Introduction: The angel Aurora faces down the vampire Damien. But is she still righteous after falling from Heaven? The Vampires Kiss Chapter 7: Angels Stained Passion by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Aurora the fallen angel had thrown off the shackles of Heavens pathetic rules. All they did was constrain the forces of good and allow evil to flourish unchecked. To allow Jezebel to flourish unchecked and protect her client, Faust. Aurora would see the vampire Faust slain and Jezebels plans...
Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this! Sven Falk I woke up into darkness to an owl’s soft hooting, my women around me. I frowned, not sure why I came awake. It was still night or early morning. I should be asleep. I felt like I needed more but ... Something didn’t quite feel right. I sat up. Zanyia had slid off of me at some point and now lay in a tangled mess of limbs with Greta. Nathalie was hugged by Kora with Ava and Aingeal beyond them and... Ealaín wasn’t in bed. I spotted...
Chapter One: Daughter's Rebellious Futa Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! “I'm totally going to do it!” the futa-demon Spice said. She had her hands on her hips, her big boobs bouncing before her and cute devil's tail swishing back and forth. The gold chain, connected to the two rings that pierced her nipples, jingled. Red hair cascaded down around a youthful and mischievous face, black horns peeking out of the fiery curls. She unfurled...
Chapter Eleven: Mind-Controlled Teacher's Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Justin Sampson I had such a cocky grin as I passed the “sewage worker.” He probably was a government agent, but he couldn't prove that I stopped time. That I was the source of the strange anomaly they were looking for. Nor could they figure out that my sister was the other one. It was clear they'd tracked it to my college, but there were hundreds of students here, and that didn't count the staff. So I...
Eve “Dusk” Michael I just blew my sleeping daddy. It was an incredible experience. His spunk filled my belly. My seventeen-year-old body trembled in delight from the thrill of crawling into bed and sucking him off. It left me so horny, so in need of him being in me. When I moaned that out loud, he revealed he was still awake. And that he would take care of me. Mom was still out of it. Sleeping beside him on her side. I swallowed as the heat in my pussy burned. Having sex with Daddy was...
Justin Sampson “Now you listen here, you naughty little bitch!” Coach Johnson snarled as she ripped down Sam’s panties, a look of shock crossing my girlfriend’s face. “I can eat any cunt I want in this locker room.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. Shock rooted me in place as my girlfriend’s brown bush came into view. Sam struggled to stop the lesbian coach from eating her pussy. She cried out my name as she fought to keep Coach Johnson away from her pussy. “Justin! Help!” Sam cried,...
Chapter Three: Serpentine Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Fiona – Dev-Lek, The Kingdom of Haz Euryale hissed at my rejection of her love. Her serpent-like hair writhed about her, their tongues flicking as she loomed over me. Her golden eyes caught mine. They were slitted like a snake and almost seemed to glow as she worked her magic on me. I love Euryale. The voice drifted out of my mind. I could almost hear the sibilant hiss of the gorgon as she worked her magic on me. “I...
*********************************************************************** This story is for a reader who nearly always leaves a comment....and ALWAYS asks me for a PVC raincoat story......well here it is! Joking aside thank you to all the people who have left kind comments, it spurs me to write! ************************************************************************ So, my passion started in my teens a time when I was all hormones and horny all the time. Our babysitter at the time...
Chapter Seventeen: Sex Slave's Wild Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Krystal Sampson I placed my hand on the small of Paris's back. She knelt in the middle of the gray van used by the NSA agents. They came to our college to find the person affected by their Project KRONOS machine. That person was my brother, Justin. And, maybe, myself. We were the first to use the powers. We were the only ones who did it yesterday. We also were the only two on the same frequency. When one of us...
Chapter Fourteen: Slave's Incestuous Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Justin Sampson Sam's words hung in the air around the three NSA agents. Project KRONOS.... That was what the conspiracy nuts that Sam knew on the internet claimed was a government project causing the time anomalies. Atomic clocks across the globe were becoming minutely out of sync each time we froze reality. Through math, observing the way the disruptions were spread out across the dozens of atomic clocks around...
In the Corridor of TimeAs they held each other close and tightThe Dream ignited from WithinAs he turned to her and saidI give the passion light unto youYou are now in controlYou can awaken the spiritOr you can close the doorThe Passion Light is ShiningThe Song is Playing through the WindIgniting the Dream of DesireAs the Flame burns Bright once againThe Warmth that is Growing from your touchThe Stars are dancing overheadYou have the Power to cease the NightWith the Wave of your handUpon my Body...
I look at the clock, it is 3:30 am. I know that you wake up soon to go to work and I want you to get enough sleep, but I start to feel this hunger deep within. I love waking you up to have sex. I slide my body closer to you on the bed. I run my hands on your chest, feeling your strong muscles, slowly moving my hand down your stomach to your cock. You are wearing briefs, and I smile to myself because I like looking at your hard cock in briefs. I move my hand slowly, reaching for your balls and...