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This is a choose your own misadventure story in which you decide at certain points what a character will do or not do. When you see STOP read the question make a decision and follow the instructions.
Ch 1 Saviors Bible College
Ch 2 Old Salt
Ch 3 Motel Seduction
Ch 4 Motel Courtship
Ch 5 Romance
Ch 6 After Church Seduction
Ch 7 After Church Courtship
Ch 8 Wedding Bells
Ch 9 Old Salt Again
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Chapter One Savior’s Bible College
Pam carefully applied her pink lipstick and checked her outfit. She had on her modest pink sweater set, a long sleeved sweater with a matching long skirt. Her only jewelry was the gold crucifix and chain she always wore. She was going to see ‘Thomas’ that is Mr. Thompson her biblical archeology teacher at his office. He was a few years older than her but not by much. He had just finished his BS degree in education last year at State and she was a freshman starting her first semester.
Pam had a crush on Mr. Thompson. She listened in church to sermons warning of adultery and lust but she was attracted to him so she made up a reason to schedule a conference with him in his office. She hoped that he liked her, she silently prayed as knocked on his office door.
That night she put on her long white cotton nightgown and knelt by the bed holding her crucifix in her fingertips and prayed. She wanted a husband, a man like Thomas and asked God for him. The Bible said to ask and ye shall receive. Saying amen she sat on her bed and read in her Bible the story of Esther, a Jewish virgin, that was picked to go into the king then became a queen and saved her people. Not being able to keep her eyes open, she nodded off and the Bible slipped down between her legs, resting on her womanhood.
Pam was having a dream. Thomas was her husband and he was fondling her breast. His other hand was on her womanhood she could feel his firm touch. Startled she woke to find it was her own hand touching her breast. Between her legs clenched together tightly, the spine of her Bible was pushed against her clitoris. Startled and embarrassed at her sinful nature she cried herself to sleep. It was hard sitting in his class watching him speak so she sat in the back behind a football player. Mr. Thompson really knew the material and answered the tough questions that they threw him in class. She prayed and asked the lord to help her forget her school girl crush.
The fall semester was over, the finals were given, and the college was shutting down for the winter holiday. Soon he to would be driving to Tampa to visit family and friends. Thomas was the newest faculty member in the biblical studies department at Saviors Bible College. He liked the job but it really was hard because he was tempted by the young women in his classes, in particular a pretty girl named Pam. He was trying to be true to his girlfriend from church back home. They were talking about marriage and he was planning on asking her during Christmas and had already purchased an engagement ring. His passions and lust would be saved for his wife when they were married then he would not be so tormented.
Then he thought again about Pam, he could not get her out of his mind. Pam was a freshman majoring in Christian music at Saviors. Pam was a petite and perky girl with a love of the Lord that showed in her demeanor and the conservative clothing that she wore in the classroom. She had a nice figure, long blonde hair and would make someone a very happy man. Pam wore modest makeup and was always wearing necklaces with a cross or crucifix to show her love for Jesus. In his heart he desired her and coveted her beauty.
Ellen his girl friend was his same age, sort of over weight and to be honest not very sexy. After a few chaste kisses she would push him away. He hoped that would change after marriage but he was not sure.
Thomas remembered the time late in the semester when Pam came to his office for a conference. She was doing great in his course, a weak ‘A’ average but she wanted to know more about her major. He gave her some general information and referred her to a professor on his selection committee who was easy to talk with about academic stuff. She asked him about the picture he had on his desk of Ellen wondering if it was his sister. She seemed disappointed when he told her Ellen is his girlfriend. That day she had been wearing a pink sweater set and looked so fresh and wholesome that he questioned his plans with Ellen in his heart.
Christmas was a busy time with family, friends and most of all with Ellen. His parent’s house was overcrowded so he had rented a room for the week at a tourist court and slept there. It was an efficiency room with a kitchen, a bathroom, a couch and a double bed. It had not been renovated in a million years and was cheap. Thomas was getting ready for the big night, they were going to a holiday ball and he wanted to look his best. He was going to pop the question tonight to his beloved.
Ellen seemed oddly distant through out the evening, almost like she was not really happy to be with him. The dance was great with all the couples dressed up to the hilt, the men in tuxes and the ladies in formal gowns. Ellen was wearing a navy blue satin dress which looked great on her especially with the black stockings and heels. After dessert he told her how much he missed her while away at his new job and how he loved her. He started to propose and was about to pull out the ring box when she shook her head saying ‘no’ and told him that she, ‘did not love him and marriage with him was not God’s plan for her life.’ She jerked the rug out from under him hard.
The rest of the evening was like a funeral. He took her home and they said goodbye. When he said goodbye he knew it was for the last time. It was really over. Ellen had told him about Wally, a guy from her new church and she wanted to be free to follow her heart. She asked if ‘we could still be friends?’
He spent the next day with his folks and when they asked about Ellen he had to explain that they had broken up the night before. He did not mention his crash and burn proposal wanting to hold on to some of his dignity. His dad suggested that he needed to get out of the house and stop moping about it and go meet some girls. It was a real guy solution to the problems of courtship. Another one would come along in awhile like a city bus.
Chapter Two Old Salt
Pam was at her girlfriend Cindy’s house spending the night. Pam’s mom did not approve of her old high school friend but Cindy was fun to be around and not uptight like the girls at school. Pam was stoned. Cindy gave her a pink pill earlier that evening then told her about a job she could get the bar where she worked waiting tables for great tips. When she got there and found out that it was a strip club, Pam wanted to back out but Cindy talked her into it and took her into the manager’s office.
‘I don’t have any openings serving drinks but I need dancers tonight like what Cindy does here. You get half of what you make in tips and VIP dances,’ he said.
‘Do it Pam. I clear hundreds of dollars a night dancing,’ Cindy boasted. Pam let herself be talked into stripping and Cindy went to a locker and gave Pam a skimpy costume and high heels to wear and did her makeup. Pam was not thinking clearly and went along with the buzz the passive good feeling which the drug had induced in her.
What he wanted to do was to get very drunk and try to forget his fiasco with Ellen. Getting involved again romantically his dads solution was not high on his list of things to do. The college had a strict no alcohol rule but he was not at college and ended up at a bar near the Navy base. It was a strip club called the ‘Old Salt’. He parked in the back and entered hoping no one recognized him. It could cost him his job at Saviors on moral grounds. Professors at bible colleges did not go to strip clubs. Thomas had never been to a strip club but he wanted to get drunk and
see some sexy naked women. The tempter was working his evil in Thomas life through his heartbreak over Ellen.
The bar was dark and smoky. At one end he saw a wall of mirrors and the brass poles of a raised stage with a nude dancer moving sensuously to the loud music. He paid the cover and found a seat. A waitress showing a lot of leg and cleavage brought him the rum and coke he ordered. She was wearing a black satin corset, thong, stockings and heels. He gave her a big tip then he sat back to watch the girls disrobing as the dollars were tossed on the stage. The DJ was annoying introducing the girls, making small talk and encouraging the guys to spend money saying ‘five dollars and the girl will be completely naked.’
He would get up and toss some dollars at the dancer’s feet. After the dance they would come by to thank him and sit down close to him then suggest a VIP dance. They explained it was in a small booth and for $25 you could get a private lap dance, one song long. He did not see any dancer that he wanted to sit in his lap. These were tall women with boob jobs and tattoos. They looked like biker Barbies. He was thinking about leaving when a new group of dancers came in and went to the dressing room so he ordered another drink and sat back to see the new talent. One was a petite blonde but he did not see her face. Maybe she would be more interesting.
‘And the next dancer up is Heather this is her first time nude dancing. She is a real stage virgin so be nice to her guys, now give it up for Heather! Guys remember five dollars gets her naked,’ he drawled then cranked up the music.
The mirror door opens and a young woman appears with long blond hair, wearing a skimpy dress and a gold chain with a crucifix around her neck. It was Pam. She could not see him in the dark but he recognized her instantly. What was she doing here stripping? With the spotlights in her eyes she did not recognize him in the darkened room. She had on black stockings, high heels and her shiny black dress was low cut showing cleavage. The slit in the front was almost up to her crouch. He could not look at her painted face clearly through his tears.
He got up and left not wanting to see her strip and destroy his fantasy of her virginal innocence.
Another dream had died tonight.
Thomas sat in his car and prayed. He asked for forgiveness for his lustfulness towards women and for his drunkenness. He asked the Lord for a second chance, something he could do in penance for his sins. He had been disappointed by the two women that he cared about the most. Ellen had dumped him and Pam turned out to be a stripper but he was far worse. He was a hell bound sinner. He had committing adultery lusting in his heart after the dancers and drinking alcohol.
Slowly driving his car he stopped as the back door of the bar opened and a woman was pushed out. It was Pam in her skimpy dress, clutching her purse and some street clothes. The bouncer yelled ‘get lost bitch’ and the woman next to him shouted ‘get your own ride home, asshole’ and they slammed the door in her face.
Pam stood in tears in the cold air with no ride or coat. Thomas could not leave her there so he rolled down the window and called out her name.
‘Pam over here, it is Mr. Thompson from school. Get in the car it is not safe out here’ he said.
In a trance she walked to his car and got in shivering so he gave her his jacket to wear. Pam was stoned, crying and talking in a slurred speech with the pupils of her eyes huge and dilated. Thomas could tell she was high on drugs. He could not take her home like that, he had to sober her up and make sure she was safe.
He did not know where to take her, so he drove to his room at the motel. He guided her inside, turned on the light and locked the door. She stood facing him, clutching his coat around her shivering body wide eyed in fear. She knew the lust and depravity of those men in the audience. Thomas must have been there watching her! What would he do to her now? Would he rape her? She was dressed like a whore in a provocative black dress and stockings, her face painted with dark red rouge and lipstick and blue eye shadow. What was he thinking?
STOP Does Thomas lose his self control and take advantage of Pam’s condition? If so then go to Chapter Three Motel Seduction. Does Thomas remain a gentleman? Then go to Chapter Four Motel Courtship.
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Chapter 3 Motel seduction
Thomas looked at her with a curious mix of lust and desire and enjoyed seeing her helplessness before him. He was aroused and filled again with the lust that he had felt when she first went on stage before he recognized her. He walked over to the clock radio and turned it on, changing the station from the local Christian music station finding some annoying dance music like the DJ played at the club.
He sat on the couch looking up at her standing in front of the bed. Pam was feeling the music moving through her body then looked in dread as Thomas dropped a five dollar bill at her feet. Then in shame she knew what to do, she started dancing for him slowly and seductively using his coat as a prop slipping it off one shoulder at a time teasing him. She loved Thomas and wanted to dance for him. She wanted to please him, the drug helped to shed her inhibitions.
Thomas sat with his legs spread wide on the couch feeling his erection grow as he watched her dancing just for him. His coat slipped off her shoulders and he could see her black dress closely, it did not cover much with her breasts trying to pop out. Holding the front slit of her dress, she teased him lifting it to show her black satin thong. One shoulder at a time her straps seductively dropped then she shyly showed her breasts. The dress fell to the floor as Pam danced swaying her hips wearing just her stockings, black thong and gold chain with the crucifix which swayed in time to her motions. Thomas leered at Pam in an alcoholic haze her painted face made her look like a harlot even more exciting his desire and passion.
Thomas nodded and she took of her stockings one leg at a time followed by her thong and then she was standing nude before him. She had never been naked before a man in her life and she saw the power that she had to control men with her beauty. She wanted to give herself to him but she knew it would be a sin. Shame washed over her terrified she stooped down, picked up all her clothes and fled to the bathroom. Locking the door Pam fell to her knees and tearfully prayed asking God what should she do about her shameful lust and desire for Thomas. Calming down she knew what she wanted to do. Kneeling she humbled herself in sexual surrender and to give herself in submission and obedience to him. Pam pulled her black stockings back on her legs, stepped into her thong. As she pull up the thong and fitted it over her womanhood her fingers felt the warm damp juices as the thin satin fabric covered her garden. Her body was ready for him. Stepping into her dress, buckling the thin black straps of her high heels she looked in the mirror. Her hair was a mess so she borrowed his brush and slowly brushed out 100 strokes to try to calm down. She tried to repair her makeup but it was a mess so she did the best she could to make herself presentable for him.
Thomas wanted more than just a lap dance. The drinks that he had at the club were casting off his reason and self control. He felt his erection pushing against his tight jeans and he wanted to find relief. After a few moments, Pam came out dressed again in the black costume, smiled and sat beside him silently on the couch.
Reaching into his pocket again he pulled out some more money, a twenty and a five and wordlessly put the money in Pam’s hand. A new song started so she started dancing but when she started to take her clothes off Thomas told to ‘leave the dress on’ motioning her to come closer.
Turning around facing away from him, she danced in his lap gently rubbing her bottom on the crouch of his jeans dr
iving him crazy as he stroked her back, sides, arms and breasts. When the song ended Pam stopped dancing and started to rise. Thomas grabbed her by the wrist firmly.
Pam looked at him knowing what he needed and what she wanted too. Thomas stumbled with her over to the bed and started kissing and fondling her as they sat on the edge of the bed. He was taking off his shirt and pants and then he was on top of her. Pam had second thoughts when she saw his erect member and tried to stop him.
‘Thomas, no please stop, no please I am a virgin. Please don’t,’ she pleaded
Thomas was not listening and kissed her words away with a deep kiss. In his frantic lovemaking like an animal he deflowered her rutting her hard and then came in her vessel with all his demented lust and passion.
When Thomas woke in the morning he had a vicious hangover and looked at Pam sleeping next to him. She looked like a whore. He was so disgusted by her and the lust that they shared last night had passed and he decided to get rid of her.
Shaking her shoulder roughly he said, ‘Pam get up now, you are a slut and a real whore. Get out of my bed’ then he pushed her onto the floor.
Pam was shocked, she loved Thomas and thought that he loved her. He told her that he did last night after she lost her virginity.
‘Thomas why are you acting like this?’ she cried out in confusion.
‘Go away slut’ he growled in a threatening tone.
Pam ran into the bathroom crying. She washed the whorish makeup off her tear streaked face and put on her street clothes. Seeing the black dress, stocking and heels on the floor by the bed she threw them at Thomas lying in the bed. Grabbing her purse Pam ran out without looking back.
She realized what he had done. It was exactly like the Bible story of the rape of Tamar by her step brother Amnon in 2nd Samuel. After tricking Tamar and forcing her into sex Amnon was disgusted by her and drove her off. She begged him not to saying ‘sending me away would be a far greater wrong than what you already did.’
That is what Thomas did by taking advantage of her when she was drugged and then threw her out when he had spent his depraved lust on her virginity.
STOP Go to Chapter 9 Old Salt Again
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Chapter 4 Motel Courtship
‘Sit down Pam. Here have a glass of water.’ He offered.
With shaking hands, she drank some of the offered water and seemed to calm down. Maybe she was safe with him then she felt the full weight of her shame and sinfulness.
‘Thomas, I am so ashamed. I did not want to dance. Did you see me?’ she asked.
‘When I recognized you on stage, I left. I did not want to see you like that,’ he replied. ‘What happened?’
‘When I got on the stage, I sobered up real quick and started crying. When I didn’t strip the customers yelled at me. The manager and my so called friend Cindy threw my clothes and purse at me then kicked me out the back door. I have never done anything like this before, please believe me Thomas, I did not know what I was doing. I was spending the night with Cindy we were drinking some wine and she gave me a pill. It was pink. The next thing I knew I was on stage, the lights were in my eyes and those men were yelling awful things at me.’
‘You took a pill? Let me look at your eyes again. Your pupils are still huge. How many fingers am I holding up Pam? No, not two try three.’ He said.
‘I am not taking you to your friend’s house and I can’t take you home like this you have to stay here tonight. I will take you home in the morning.’ He said.
Pam held his jacket around herself tightly once again fearing the worst.
‘I will sleep on the sofa you can have the bed Pam,’ Thomas said. ‘You can sleep in this,’ Thomas said handing her a long sleeved dress shirt from the dresser. ‘But go clean up first,’ he suggested.
Pam went in and took a long hot shower, he could hear the hairdryer and was about to fall asleep on the couch when she came in and quickly slipped under the covers. She was beautiful wearing his long white oxford dress shirt, the tails just falling to her knees and showing her nice long legs. Her hair was brushed out long, flowing down her shoulders. She was still wearing her gold crucifix and chain but the garish lipstick and make up was now washed off her face.
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Chester July 1978 Tex padded up to her, then rose and began licking her face. His collar tags jingled in her ears and Pam's hands spread over his warm ribcage to run down his sides. Having just made ready for a shower she had only her pants on. Had odour made him frisky? A damp nose mussed round her earlobe; his chest brushed against her bare nipples. Pam drew in her breath at this new sensation. Then she giggled nervously while her hand stroked the warm sheath between his hindquarter. Her...
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Wife LoversIf you’ve read the series and especially the previous episode you know my name is Pam, I’m in my mid-thirties and I’ve been married to my childhood sweetheart since we got out of high school. We have two lovely daughters who were born in the first two years of our marriage. After our second daughter was born, Rob got a vasectomy as I had problems taking the pill and we both agreed that two kids were all we’d ever want.Our lives have changed dramatically in the last two months. Rob asked me to...
Wife LoversMy FWB called me yesterday morning. After a few minutes of small talk, the conversation quickly turned to sex. Soon, I could tell Pam was horny as hell. She was hesitant to come out and say it at first, so I just asked if she wanted me to come over. "On hell YES! Can you come over right NOW!!!" Having caught her in some of her horny moods in the past, I knew I was in for a good time. Pam is a very sensual woman and absolutely loves sex. But, when she is in one of those moods, horny as hell, sex...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
If you’ve been reading along with the series you know my name is Pam, I’m in my mid-thirties and I’ve been married to my childhood sweetheart, Rob since we got out of high school. If you haven’t read the series yet, I encourage you to start at the beginning so you’ll get the most out of this episodeOur lives have changed dramatically in the last two months. Rob asked me to fill you in on the details of our story from my perspective. In the last installment, I explained how Rob, Jack and I ended...
Wife LoversPam was bored. She was married with two young children. She loved her family more than she could ever describe. Yet something was missing. She needed something different. Something exciting. It wasn’t something she was comfortable talking about. So she talked to her best friend, a coworker at the ad agency. Renee and Pam had known each other since college. Pam was the creative department at Carter & Kaplan, Renee worked as an account executive. After a lunch meeting, the conversation turned...
A married white couple with declining sexual activitybecome involved with a black couple. This begins anerotic journey with amazing sexual experiences thathave a rejuvenating effect on them. (MF, couples, voy,reluc, swing)***Karen and I had a rather uninteresting sexual life; thefirst bloom had worn off, and sex was sort of relegatedto an occasional week-end night. It wasn’t that she wasnot an attractive woman. She was a very lovely woman,tall with curves in all the right places, and she wasthe...
If there were a law against being happy, Randy Dalton would have already been convicted and serving his time. You see, three months ago he gladly suffered a life shattering change. He got married. Yeah... , I know... , you're wondering, What's so special about that? Well, if you were to ask Randy that question, you would only confuse him. You see, the guy's happiness centers around his new wife, Michelle—and like the advertisement says on the TV— ... and folks ... that's not all you...
Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
There was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
Rob arrived home just twenty minutes after Jack left. He found me tidying up in the kitchen.I had already gathered up my discarded clothes from the living room floor, including my panties from the bathroom and thrown them all into the washing machine. My panties were soaked with Jack’s cum. As I threw them in the washer, I couldn’t help fingering some of the dollops of fresh sperm between my thumb and forefinger. It caused tingles again in my stretched and swollen vagina.As he entered the...
Wife LoversBy Sunday, Rob was feeling much better. We made love that night. I did the work while he quietly lay under me so as to not move his knee any more than necessary. It was good. Best of all, we cuddled afterwards and fell asleep in each other's arms.Monday was back to regular life, getting the kids off to school and cleaning house. Rob was my captive as he’d be off work for at least another ten days or so. He was already up and hobbling around. Remarkable, when you think of the surgery on his...
Wife LoversThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Hi I m Raj(Prince) from Bangalore working as a freelancer. I’m not the outgoing types, but don’t miss an opportunity to explore my fantasies. Once such happened during my bus journey about 6 months back. I was traveling back from Chennai to Bangalore. My family members shared seats and I sat alone next to a Window seat. The bus left about 7 in the evening. I was busy listening to music and was particularly inconspicuous when this girl about 24-25 with pleasant features sat in the seat in front...
Hello guys, its Kunal again and I hope you all are doing great. First of all, I would like to thank you all for receiving so many positive responses from my last story A Romantic, Thrilling and Unexpected Sexual Encounter and as I promised; I am back again with one more exciting episode of sexual adventure of my life. I rarely share these stuffs with anyone but I feel ISS is a safe arena to let these flow. The story that you are going to read now is about me and a married woman whom I met...
Dear Readers, after receiving an overwhelmingly positive response to “Start of an erotic journey”, this story continues where the last one left off. This story is more of a narrative. Please as before feel free to contact her through me at Well, after using the strap on and other toys on Mehek, I really got into being the dominant one in our relationship. I was hooked on to the rush of power that I got when I wore a strap-on. The orgasms were also more intense when I was fucking Mehek, than...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
Submission: An Erotic Journey of Discovery One A tiny bead of perspiration traced a path on the man’s hair and in spite of the difficulty, managed to move to his skin. Moving slowly down, it meandered aimlessly through the crevices of flesh formed by the constricting leather punishment hood and collar and further down the bound man’s body. Glistening in the light from the candles it reflected their glow and became transformed from a clear bit of nothing into a shimmering jewel of passion...