Familiarity
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This is a bit different for me. While there are two sexual encounters, the focus is more on the romance between characters and the story line related to it. So if you’re looking for the characters to jump in to bed together by the third paragraph, you may want to read a different story.
Thanks to my friends who continue to encourage my writing.
-Jim
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CONFESSIONS
‘I’m a liar. There’s no better way to put it. I’m a liar and I’ve always been a liar. To flippantly say that I’ve lied about a few things doesn’t even begin to describe it because I’m not some run of the mill, average, every day, liar. It’s not like, I’m the guy who lies about how many drinks I had after work or why there are lipstick marks on my collar. It’s not that I lie about my income or exaggerate about my last round of golf. I wish it was that easy to explain. It’s not, it’s far worse than that. I’m a professional liar. My father was a professional liar before me and I learned from the best.
In 1974 we moved to Pittsburgh, PA. That’s where we spent a good portion of my teen years so in many ways, that’s home. Once again, my brother and I were thrust into a new school system and a new social environment where we would once again be called upon to lie about our family, our past, and our future. My whole childhood was clouded in secrecy and stealth, going from one last name to another. Sometimes we suddenly disappeared and mysteriously moved to another state within days.
The cover story I was taught for Pittsburgh was that my father had just retired from the Air Force as an officer in a division that required a fairly high security level. He supposedly had taken a job with a local accounting and consulting firm. But he actually worked for the CIA. My brother and I didn’t know the full extent of what his assignment was, nor will we ever know why we were in Pittsburgh. What we did know is that we were called upon to once again forget our past and memorize a new past, new names, new telephone numbers, new address, and a new reality.
I became rather good at it, in ways that often made my mother lose sleep at night. My brother on the other hand often struggled with the concept of being a liar. Mom spent hours quizzing him on his new cover, trying to get him to memorize the back story so confidently that he wouldn’t trip up in some social setting. Try as he might, he was always the weakest link in our family of liars.
I don’t know if it was that he had moral objections to being a liar, or if he was simply not as good at taking on a new character every time we moved. I hate to say it, but the fact that he couldn’t lie as well as I could made me think my brother wasn’t as smart as I was.
Unlike my brother, I took being a liar as a challenge. I would not only accept the new name and background, I’d develop a whole new personality for each new name, thoughtfully considering the back story and coming up with just the right personality traits and habits to go with the name.
As a junior high school student I found it rather easy to take on yet another new reality. It was all a game. Even my accent could morph slightly with each character I played. My personality could change in an instant. Just the mention of one of my ‘realities’ and I would change personality like putting on a different color robe. Guess I’ve always understood the concepts you hear from actors about ‘what’s my motivation?’ and ‘becoming the character’.
My name is Brad ‘Max’ Wright. Or is it? Hell, sometimes I get a bit confused as to who I really am. Now, if someone would call me Andrew, or Seth, or Martin, I’d respond. But I’d respond differently to each name based on the cover story, background, personality, accent, and even a different sexual orientation of that reality. It’s a trained response from living the life of a liar.
My talent as a liar was carefully developed through the years and honed by the very best. Recruited to the FBI during my college years, I was given detailed instruction on the fine are of being a liar. They trained me so well that at times I even had dreams that were from the point of view of one of my characters. My lies became realities.
Back in 2003, I even beat an interview by Roger Shuy who wrote the book on uncovering deceptions in the stories of suspects during interrogation. He wasn’t too happy about it either. But amazingly enough he became a great friend, even if I felt like from time to time he was analyzing me for his next research study.
Guess that leads me to where I am today. I’m a deep cover operative for the FBI. Most of the time I’ll live as someone else for a several months at a time. Once it stretched to four years. But it took months of debriefing and psychotherapy to pull me out of that character. Yeah. It does screw me up at times.’
Leaning forward to make my point, I continued, ‘Oh, don’t get me wrong. My life isn’t filled with danger and potential risk of life at any moment. Not all deep cover operatives are like what you see in the movies. My risk is simply of being found out by someone I’m assigned to observe. At worst I fear getting beaten up by a security guard and thrown to the street. I have a great admiration for those who work as high risk, deep cover operatives. Not that I envy their jobs.
While they’re working drug kingpins and syndicate bosses, I’m a bit more benign. I infiltrate the business world. It’s all pretty dull actually. If I told you all about my daily job you’d probably fall asleep on me. But we’ve put away a dozen businesses that represent billions in illegal activity including money laundering, corporate espionage, importation of illegal merchandise, human trafficking and high-end scammers.
I now work out of a high security facility near Clarksburg, West Virginia. The FBI says it’s a facility dedicated to the national fingerprint registry and bio-metrics data of the FBI. But then again, they’re all liars too. I mean, come on! Who needs a campus of buildings that size to house data?
Call it confession. Call it a cathartic moment. Call it whatever you want. I had an experience recently that has caused me to rethink my life. That’s why I’m here.’
I sat in the darkness for several moments. ‘Son, are you even Catholic?’ the Priest’s voice from behind the wooden lattice asked.
‘Twice I was.’ I replied.
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ONE MONTH EARLIER
The Jetstream 41 landed smoothly with only a mild yaw in its final approach before touching down at the small landing strip in Clarksburg. The hum of the propellers pulled the craft to the gate as I gathered my briefcase and personal items. Other occupants of the craft were putting on their sports jackets and straightening ties to disembark in the silent rhythm of business travelers.
Within moments an older, but well maintained, black Suburban pulled up next to the craft. Immediately several security guards got out and began surveying the landing strip and plane. Two other black Suburbans trailed behind by several yards and moved into position. Clearly one of the passengers was a VIP. It certainly wasn’t me, so I glanced around trying to imagine which of the passengers in which of the dark blue suits was the one that brought out the escort cars.
Stepping off the plane and into the cool spring air, I saw one of our passengers heading quickly to the Suburban surrounded by a handful of men in dark blue suits. His ‘staff’ had noticeable bulges along their hips, outlining their poorly concealed firearms.
‘Mr. Wright.’ A voice called out to me.
‘Here.’ I indicated while trying to raise my hand that was laden down with a brief case and jacket.
‘I’m here to pick you up. Over in the black Suburban.’
I smiled to myself since all the SUVs looked alike. But the young FBI agent that couldn’t have been any older than 28 was just doing his job. He took my luggage and s
wiftly headed to the tailgate where he secured them while I got in the passenger seat with my briefcase.
Barreling down the state route and crossing over I-79, I glanced up long enough to see the green highway sign indicating the FBI facility. Pulling off the offramp and passing a local hospital the road quickly became desolate, moving quickly into the mountains. Off in the distance I could see the familiar main gate. Gate keepers decked out in equipment that would make any large city SWAT team jealous surrounded the vehicle. After clearing security, we drove through the campus. Each time I was driven into the complex I thought that it looked more like a small university than it did a Federal facility.
‘Max, good of you to get here so quickly.’ Austin stood, pushing his desk chair back with his legs as he got up to greet me. He stood up greet me. That’s usually a bad sign. Any time Austin stands up, he’s got a big ‘ask’. I could only imagine the assignment he had lined up for me this time. He reached out to shake my hand over the pile of folders, stacked neatly on his desk.
‘Like I had a choice!’ I replied mockingly. I gripped his hand. I always have respected a man with a solid grip and Austin had just that. He smirked at me before taking his seat again, nodding to the brown leather chair set out for me. The soft chair seemed out of place in the sterile office, white walls with just a few photos and florescent lights. I threw my satchel down next to the chair before looking back to the pile. ‘Okay, so who am I this time?’ I replied.
‘Max, why so short?’ He replied.
‘Look, Austin. Don’t spread more shit. You’ve already told me this is important by a ticket on the executive jet, and you’ve told me that it’s a big assignment by the way you’re acting. So what is it?’
He exhaled deeply before grabbing a folder and glancing at the title tab. ‘Jim Newton.’ He said as he tossed a first folder at me. ‘You’re an accountant with BDO.’
‘Fuck it, not again. Can’t you ever give me a cover story that’s any more exciting than a boring accountant? Do you have any idea how utterly exhausting it is, just being around a room full of accountants?’ I grumbled picking up the folder and opening it up to the summary page.
‘Have you looked in a mirror lately? If the shoe fits….’ He trailed off before opening the next folder.
‘BDO? Are they in on this?’ I mumbled while looking over the summation.
‘Yeah. BDO has cooperated and has a whole employment record already in place. They’ve back channeled us in and even let us redirect calls from their switchboard to the workspaces.’
I thumbed through the bio sheet of the character they had created for me. I didn’t respond to his comment, knowing that my academic background of an MBA was often used as a part of my cover.
‘But we have a twist to the story this time. We’re using your MBA background and your hobbies.’ He grinned with delight knowing that I had not gotten to that page in the cover story yet.
I shot him a quick glance before thumbing through the cover story file more quickly. Most of it appeared to be the standard stuff. But then I hit a glossy 8×10 shot of a gorgeous woman. A whistle came across my lips involuntarily at the sight of her. A petite blond with a hint of tom boy but curves in all the right places.
‘We’re going to be drawing on your photography skills this time too. We need a photographer who can get to know this woman, Jessica Quinn.’ Austin instructed.
I gave a soft whistle before commenting. ‘Not a tough assignment then.’ I couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
‘Easy there cowboy. It gets better!’ Austin smirked.
‘How can it get better than needing to get to know her?’ I asked, probing for the whole story. It was usually better than digging through the portfolio pile he was about to hand me.
‘Your cover is that you’re an amateur photographer who enjoys teaching beginners and friends. She thinks of herself as a model and photographer of sorts too. But she’s more of a model wannabe. You need to get to know her and build a relationship with her. Talk photo geek with her. Teach her some basics of photography. Then when she trusts you, start into the normal routine. Get your foot in the door to her boss – who’s also her husband.’ He tossed another 8×10 across the desk at me. It slid across the slick, high gloss desk with ease.
‘God!’ I exclaimed at the sight of his mug. ‘She’s married to this old shit?’ The guy was at least 20 years her senior. It brought new meaning to the concept of ‘trophy wife’.
‘Adam Quinn. This old shit is trafficking in young women, bringing them to the States and putting them to work in back street sweat shops. They’re the lucky ones. The pretty girls he pimps out to his clients.’ Austin explained.
‘So he’s a sick old shit.’ I shot back. ‘How soon do I start on this.’
‘We have you set up to go in as a consultant for the department where Jessica works on Monday morning.’ He said as he tossed another folder at me. ‘Of course, being the boss’s wife, she doesn’t really work there. She’s just eye candy for the movers and shakers that Quinn brings in as clients.’
‘So what’s the objective?’ I inquired.
‘Intel tells us that Miss eye candy is pretty oblivious. She doesn’t even know that she’s carrying a load of encrypted files on the laptop she hauls around. Our impression is that she’s not bright enough to turn the thing on let alone be in on a major sex trafficking ring. So Quinn has been letting her mule data about his operation on it. Hard to get busted with records related to ferrying sex slaves across state lines if you never carry the data yourself.’
‘So she’s not a target, just an innocent bystander” I pressed.
‘She’s not under our investigation. Of course if you do some ‘probing into her yourself’ I’m sure you might dig up something. Just be sure to put a condom on that probe! But we don’t care about her. Just find a way to get the data files and get out. It’s a pretty simple operation.’ Austin leaned back in his seat and massaged his forehead like he was feeling the onset of a migraine.
‘Guess I better get at it then.’ I replied, shoving the folders into my satchel.
‘We booked you for two weeks on this one. Shouldn’t take long. There’s workspace ready for you. Workspace L412.’ He instructed. The workspaces were a maze of suites where teams would set up temporary offices or ‘workspaces’ for the duration of any operation. We endearingly referred to the Workspace floor as ‘the rat’s maze’.
I stood to leave, prepared to relearn my reality in three days, a new name, new background, new job, new priorities. I was already wondering about the new character that I’d become this time. When I got to the door I remembered one last item. ‘Who’s my handler this time?’ I asked without looking up from the file I was scanning.
‘Billie Haynes.’ He said with a mild tone of self-amusement as began rubbing his eyes with his fingers.
I stopped cold in my tracks at her name. Billie!
I’ve been trained to not react too apparently to any comment made by anyone at any time. It’s part of living your entire life undercover. Any hint of an emotional reaction to news could blow your cover faster than anything else. So I’ve learned to maintain a cool and calm demeanor to just about any news. But I wasn’t ready for this.
The expression on my face must have told it all. He wouldn’t look directly at me as I turned to look back at him. ‘You’re one sick shit, you know.’ I shot back.
‘Glad you approve.’ He dryly responded with a devilish grin. He knew he had had me this time. ‘Just don’t let your past interfere with you doing your job.’ His voice turned quickly to that ‘boss’ tone that he’s known for. ‘She’s not buying your shit anymore. Things have changed while you were gone. Changed in a big way. So don’t get all sentimental on me, just do your job.’
‘The bastard knows ex
actly what he’s doing.’ I muttered to myself as I took the elevator down another floor to the workspaces. I truly wasn’t looking forward to this. Billie and I parted on pretty harsh terms after a blown operation that should have cost us our jobs.
Fortunately Austin was the only one who knew about our indiscretions. He buried the info for some reason. Maybe he likes us or maybe he just didn’t want to fill out all the forms it would require to fire us. Whatever the case, he was throwing us back together again. It could be just a sadistic way of getting back at us for causing him problems.
Billie was a genius hacker and a pretty decent handler. She had been my primary source of information and communication with headquarters during three operations. We became too personally involved in our relationship during a routine infiltration of a web scammer operation eighteen months earlier.
She had played the part of my girlfriend so that she could come and go from the company that I was ‘working’. We’d meet for lunch or she’d pick me up after work, which got her in and out of the building. As the weeks passed, the front desk staff didn’t even blink as she came and went. In those meetings I’d pass off pertinent information and data for her to copy, scan, and correlate during the op.
I had enjoyed those lunch meetings. But some of my ‘co-workers’ got suspicious. Apparently we weren’t acting enough like a dating couple. So I started holding Billie’s hand, kissing her good-bye, and even letting other people see us sneaking a quick grope to ward off suspicions. Somewhere along the way, I started enjoying those quick gropes. So much so that I would do it when nobody was even looking. It was no longer just for show. It was for us.
Then it happened. One night when she picked me up at the office and I kissed her, it wasn’t a phony, make believe kiss to keep the cover. This time she kissed back. She really kissed me. She kept her eyes open and kissed me back, deeply, confidently, and so sensually that I instantly knew it wasn’t a part of our cover. I didn’t stop her. I kissed her too.
It wasn’t long until we were back at my apartment taking a long, extremely hot shower after having spent an early evening of passion together. The rest of that night we spend together she fell asleep in my arms and I knew I wanted her in my life. More than a co-worker and certainly more than a handler. She was my lover.
Billie was far more than some quick fuck. When she was in my arms I was at peace with myself for the first time in a long time. We shared everything with each other. Long walks in the park and long nights making love. I knew she was special when she fell asleep in my arms after the first time we made love. She even snored briefly. God, it was kinda sexy to me in some weird way. She was comfortable enough in my arms to relax and be herself.
I arrived at our workspace office and quietly looked inside. There she was. How do I describe her? She’s fantastic. Unlike the bimbos and younger women that I often surround myself with during operations, Billie was a real woman. She was all woman, and she knew how to treat a man. Of course that was my downfall. I could feel the uneasy sensation of my stomach tightening as I stood there in the hallway looking at her.
We both got to the point that we were fearful that we’d become too close and jeopardize the operation. Fortunately our foul-up wasn’t unrecoverable. But it was enough to send us scrambling into repair mode. We knew we were getting too close. We knew we shouldn’t but for some reason we couldn’t avoid letting our attraction for each other surface. And god did it surface. It boiled to the top in waves of passion.
She was busy digging through files and sorting materials for this new operation. From the hall I could smell that familiar scent she wears. It brought back a wave of memories that I needed to control. Her short brown hair was even shorter than I remember and she had added some highlights. The form fitting, dark blue jacket expressed her curves beautifully. The skirt was just long enough to meet FBI standards but when she sat down it drifted up to show off her legs. I remembered those legs. Touching them, kissing them, and exploring every angle. Yeah. I stood there for several moments drinking in the sight of her. God it had been far too long a time.
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Wife LoversI take another sip of my drink and decide I need something tastier. I decide I'm going to help you feel comfortable here. Or maybe somewhere else, somewhere much more comfortable. So I approach. "Hey man." I start. "You alone tonight?" A quick nod. Okay, that's what I was looking for. Let's do this. I take another sip of my drink. "Hmm, but you don't want to be alone do you?" I ask. I see your ever-so-slight head shake. That brings a smile to my face. "Listen," I continue,...
The called came on the small hand held radio, "Sylvia are you alright." "Yeah I think I have about ten more minutes before they arrive," I said. "What is the word on the buses?" "They are on the way, but it's going to be a while," Island girl said. "If they bypass me or worse, you are going to have to hold on till they get there." I said. "I wonder why I feel like James Bowie at the Alamo." "You are going to have a better ending," Gator said. "I promise you. "Stay with...
Eleanor: Master reviewed the video footage of the entire process. "Bitch, you continue to amaze me!" he chuckled. "I couldn't have done better myself!" He stood there for almost a minute, frowning at me, cocking his head. Finally, he said, "This is against my better judgment, but ... AI!" "Troy Powers?" Oddly, the AI's mention of his name was my first exposure to it. So my Master's name was Troy... "I accept this woman, Eleanor Whatshername..." "Epstein," the AI...
Skip's funeral was scheduled for eleven o'clock on Tuesday morning. My brother Mike, who was living at home while he was attending our local junior college as a freshman, took the day off from his classes to attend the services, since he knew a lot of the seniors. He drove me to the church, and we got there a few minutes early so I could meet up with the team. Coach Neville was gathering everybody just outside and I walked over to join my teammates. I saw Molly, Heather, and Evan go into...
Tracy appeared to be in serious thought, while Dinah simply beamed and responded, "As long as I am married to Trevor, I don't care who else gets to fuck him. You will always love me, Trevor, won't you?" "You will always have my love, little one; be assured of that. I am pretty certain I can love all four of you. I already feel that love: I don't know why. I just do. I have never felt like this before, but I am delighting in it. Give us some time to cement our relationship, and I think...
LUCII only went into the bar on that stormy winters night because I was drenched, and I had to get out of the rain.As I walked in a soft dark voice beside me said “Oh you're wet, you should get out of those clothes.” I turned and saw a lovely lady sitting at a corner table near the door.Well I'm not the ugliest bloke in the world, but it's the first time an absolutely gorgeous woman has told me to take my clothes off as an opening line!I told her I was very flattered by her invitation. I saw...
Christmastime for the Finn Family brought shock and awe for all as a simple wedding turned into a triple wedding for the three eldest Finn siblings while also leading to multiple reunions and family expansions. There were more surprises as the various members of the family found love and acceptance among people who needed both. Families saw the young children growing up right before their eyes as the kids took a giant leap toward adulthood while still retaining their youthful...
I met jack on a school trip, at a shitty camping place where there were no individual showers. It was already dark and almost freezing outside that night, but I fell asleep and so I got late to the showers. A skinny, albino boy was taking a shower when I arrived with his back towards me. He had a very short cut hair, like a soldier would have, and although skinny, he was well defined.He turned when he realized that he wasn't alone, his very nice penis hung under a hint of a bush. "Well, hello,...
“If you’re going through a rough time, keep going until you reach the end. If you’re going through hell, keep going.” – Winston Churchill “Hi Razza, I’ve hardly seen you guys for the last few days I’ve been so busy, I’m terribly sorry. What have you been doing?” Jason asked as they walked along on campus towards the information technology laboratory to speak to the professor. “We had a great time traveling around with your daughter and grandchildren. We all found Chuck and Chloe very...
Emma grasped the cock that she had been encouraging for the last fifteen minutes and forced it upright. It was time to fuck it. She knew what she liked and the one she found before her, in the plush hotel room, attached to a hunk of a male prostitute, was just right.There would be no ‘too soft’, or ‘too hard’ stories to be told here. In fact, as far as Emma was concerned, too hard could never be considered as an issue, and she never experienced a too soft either, especially after she had...
Fantasy & Sci-FiLaurine simply lay on the floor for several minutes. She was hot and sticky and tired. And she felt as if she'd been robbed. The dancing had been hard work for her. She'd poured every ounce of her sexuality into it--and what had it gotten her? She finally stood and sought out her panties. She slipped into them and found where she'd tossed her skirt and blouse. Robbed was the only real emotion she felt. She went to the door and opened it and was amazed to find it didn't lead into the...
Having discovered the joy of fucking Mary, Dean was eager to get into Sharon's twat. He was even more eager to strip his beautiful older sister naked, fondle her firm young body and stick his tool into her pussy. All this came out in the course of a family conference later that evening, when all of them were fully clothed again. Adam and the girls told how excited they had been while watching the exciting performance; then it was Mary's turn to tell of how thrilling the seduction of the...
It was three nights after that meeting that Igwanda decided it was time to investigate something that had caught his attention. He waited until 0230 hours to begin moving; he had no wish to draw anyone else's notice. Although the ship's clocks still kept to the solar rhythm—specifically, Greenwich Mean Time—some among its crew had already begun to disregard them and sleep or wake as they heuristically chose. Still, Igwanda knew from past explorations that for the most part the common areas...
Anne was just about to cum when she heard the basement door creak open. With quick, calm motions practiced over years of concealing similar close calls; she removed her hand from her worn, plaid pajama pants and casually placed it on her thigh in order to discreetly wipe away the glistening wetness that was coating her fingers. The dark, glossy marks camouflaged well with the fabric's pattern and were no more noticeable then any of the other myriad stains that preceded it. Thankfully...
She was very drunk and as soon as they got to the hotel room, I helped her strip the few clothes she was wearing off and she fell right to sleep, inelegantly across the bed. She lay on her back, legs together. Once she dropped off to sleep I opened her legs so that her hairy bush and shaven lips were nicely exposed. I couldn’t resist giving her cunt a little lick. We had been dancing all night and she was sweaty, but it was still a great tasting cunt! Although it was hot in the room I placed a...
I was a teenager when my family and I moved house, virtually to the other side of the country. I was not exactly happy with having no say in the matter, but the move came with a promotion for my Dad, so we upped sticks and left the old neighbourhood along with all my friends.We moved to an area sandwiched between the sea and the mountains, and having moved from the city it was a really strange experience. The beaches were huge and the mountains vast. The valleys were covered in forests, and yet...
I grew up in a large sized city and from kindergarten on, attended a large school. In high school I was enrolled in the college preparatory curriculum which required courses in Math, Science, Literature and Foreign Language. As an eighteen year old Senior, the Math course was Trigonometry. I had aced Geometry, had done pretty well in Algebra, but Trig had me buffaloed. My teacher was a beautiful, forty plus year old lady. Ms Paddyspurs had been my Algebra teacher and she knew that I could...
Due to some family issues i was told to go live with a family friend in Jamaica. I was told he would take care of me. I took a flight and went there. I was welcome by a Tall 6ft 6inch hunky man. He was black and had a deep voice. His name was Dom. He lived alone, he had no family. He was an old friend of my dads. Now we took a cab and reached his place. He lived in a sharing house. It was a big house divided into three sections. Each section was rented. Now Doms section was small, it had a...
Aman was done with the top portion of my body. Now he wanted to explore the bottom portion. He pointed to his own crotch and then at mine. The task had something to do with my pussy. Via actions, he showed me that I was to lift up my skirt to show my entire leg. At this point, I was not easily shocked or surprised, considering what I had already done. I thought that already the better part of my leg was exposed due to this extremely short skirt, then why not expose a little more for the answer...
In high school, I was a good girl and wanted to save myself for the right guy. Um, well, I guess the honest truth also includes the fact that I never knew any guy in high school who I either wanted or trusted to take my cherry. Mom always said to be honest. I was a junior and it seemed that most of my friends had lost their virginity well before now. I couldn’t help but hear so many of my friends talking about how wonderful sex was, how great it was to have your boyfriend eat you out, then fuck...
We left the relative shade of the peristyle garden with its white marble fountain depicting Venus a ewer hoisted on her shoulder. The trickling figure stood in the centre of a shallow square pool, surrounded by smooth flag stones and then by a grassed border skirting up to a colonnaded cloister that hemmed the garden in, providing a screen to the outside world.I took her small hand in mine to lead her away from the site of our tryst, to the coolness of the house I had had built in a Roman...
Introduction: MARRIED COUPLE EXPLORE BISEXUAL LIFESTYLE TOGETHER I saw a picture on of a small cabin secluded on top of a mountain that was made entirely of glass. The web site guarenteed that you would see no one else for miles and would have complete privacy during your stay. I often find myself fantasizing about AJ and I taking a trip to that little glass cabin and bringing a third to join us for a weekend of uninhibited sex. We would spend the entire trip of not worrying about anything...
“Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.” Euripides, Medea. As I approach the end of my time in this world, I want to plant some things in the record. I don’t want this in the open record, of course. I don’t want to cause my family unnecessary pain: as the reader is aware, this account was sealed among my private papers in the University Library’s Presidential Archives. I’ve no idea who will find it, nor what will be made of this tale. All I can...
Oral SexMichael sat there on the edge of the bed. He was enjoying one of his favorite pastimes. Watching his wife of 30 years as she prepared herself for an evening out for dining and then dancing. This time was different from all the others. This time while he enjoyed watching her, he was also almost overwhelmed with sadness. "She is more beautiful today than she has ever been in all the time that I've known her", he thought. Dawn was going to be 50 tomorrow and since they had planned a family...
This is a real story. It might sound you that it is weird and fake but it is not. To us, when we thought of it, it was a taboo. But later we enjoyed every bit of it. I am Aayush, I live in Bangalore and working in an US based MNC. My life has always been sexful. This is incident happened three and half year back when I was in college doing my graduation. All those who are have completed their Graduation would know that it is very common to have sex with your partner. But we went a step ahead,...
Boldly in broad daylight, Dominic Carshalton calmly approached the cellar door and forced his way in. As the harbinger of their doom, his intuition bayed for blood. Someone, a woman, called out for Coulter. A locked kitchen door proved no barrier and he blasted the lock with his revolver. He expected his powers to be ineffectual yet his intuition mocked the fear in Coulter’s eyes. Despite their altercation in the hallway, Carshalton had the measure of him now. Pursuing them as they fled,...
SupernaturalBonnie has been my wife for 26 years now and I have always loved her massive DD size breasts and pink nipples. Every time I see her I just want to fondle and squeeze them. It never really mattered where we were I just had to play with them. So one day we were down the beach up near Coffs Harbour and while we were walking, she had her bikini top trying to hold her tits in. I reached over and just grabbed her from behind and lifted these beauties up in the air while squeezing her nipples. She...
Wife LoversFOREWORD Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer’s to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a number of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I’ll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don’t believe anything like this has been tried here before. New chapter(s) will be submitted almost daily. By clicking on a...
These are excerpts from the books, correspondence, and notebooks of the elven scholar and sociologist Thylaea Spiritsong who is the foremost expert on the lives and culture of the Orcs. The preface of her magnum opus "A study of the Orc" gives the background needed to dive into the vast collection of written records Thylaea has produced over the years. A study of the Orc - Preface Published in the year 162 of the 4th age. Even though the orcs have lived on the plains outside our forest for much...
FantasySamita Amitya ra mamu jhia bhauni.Dekhibaku jetiki sundara ta sarira gathana madhya setiki manalobha.Dudha duita gol gol hoi emiti mansala hoithae je dekhile rushi madhya jata chhindai deba aau pudii cake pari fuli kala kala baal re bharpur hoithae Taaku dekhi kie dharya dhariba.Puni ta picha duita mansala hoi jepari thal thal karuthae Taaku dhari muhare ghasi ghasi jibh ku purei chatibaku mana na laagiba kemiti. Bhabuthae Aau ta bhagyaku dine samita gadhoilabele bagicha patu samita ku bathroom...