ISABELLE AND THE COMPANY PARTY 2
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The next days were relatively normal. There was no further word from Linda and they soon forgot about her, Jean-Marie had made her the pasta he had wanted to and she had another thing to compliment him about. He had less reason to scold her for mistakes at work and she felt good when he praised her for jobs well done.
She did get curious again after seeing him come out of the forbidden room one evening, looking a little distressed.
‘Are you okay?’ she asked.
He took a deep breath. ‘I’m fine. What did you need?’
She handed him a copy of a contract. ‘Just wanted to give you this for final approval. Legal has cleared it.’
‘Thank you.’ he said and glanced at it. ‘Anything else?’
She shook her head.
‘Then I’ll be done for today. Good night Isabelle.’ he said and went to his room.
‘Good night Jean.’ she said softly and looked at the forbidden room for a moment before heading down to her own room.
***
‘So, how far have you guys gone?’ asked Samantha during lunch one day.
‘Hmm?’ said Isabelle, unsure if Samantha meant her.
‘Well?’ Samantha asked again, Colette leaning a little closer.
‘Who? Me? With whom?’ asked Isabelle.
‘Yes, you. With him.’
‘Him?’ Isabelle wondered, then came the obvious answer. ‘What? With Jean!? I couldn’t! I mean, I don’t even know if he likes me all that much!’
Colette chuckled while Samantha looked suspiciously at Isabelle. ‘Jean, eh? You already got that close?’
Isabelle realised her mistake and sighed. ‘Something happened a short while ago and I called out to him. Nothing important, but he later said I could call him Jean in private if I wanted to.’
Samantha nodded. ‘You’re also the first assistant who’s happy to be around him.’ she said. ‘You even work harder after words from him instead of groaning and complaining.’
‘I think he’s also been in a better mood lately.’ said Colette, smiling deviously at Isabelle.
‘I wouldn’t know anything about that.’ said Isabelle. ‘I’ve only known him for a short while.’
‘I know. Been here long enough to see the change.’
Samantha leaned back. ‘So, we’re looking at the start of something new.’
Isabelle blushed. ‘I don’t know about that.. I think he’s just happy I work well as an assistant..’
‘Well, then we’ll just have to think of the right ways to seduce him.’ chuckled Colette and she and Samantha listed any sweet and naughty ways to get him to notice her, embarrassing Isabelle sometimes when she imagined herself and Jean-Marie in some of the suggested situations.
‘Then again, maybe he’s just softening you up, and then eat you alive one unsuspecting night.’ Samantha said, growling menacingly.
‘I wonder if she’d mind that.’ chuckled Colette. ‘I wouldn’t.’
‘Colette!’ said Isabelle, faking indignity. ‘Behave!’
‘He could also grab you, then torture you to satisfy his lust for blood.’ Samantha said. ‘He did make plenty of assistants disappear after all.’
‘They just quit.’ said Colette, chuckling.
‘You know, plenty of rich men have weird hobbies.’ Samantha said. ‘Does he have a secret place, like a cellar?’
Isabelle thought of that forbidden room, but didn’t want to imagine him doing horrible things in there. ‘No, and if he did, I’d still have to keep it secret.’ she said.
Samantha nudged Colette and leaned closer. ‘She’s in on it. We’d better be careful around them.’
Isabelle spent the rest of lunchtime defending Jean-Marie from all the sinister plots the others came up with.
***
Jean-Marie came up to her at the end of the day. ‘A client called to have a quick meeting so I won’t be home until later.’ he said. ‘Your wardrobe will be delivered at six which means you’ll have to go home alone today.’
She nodded. ‘I’ll wait until you get back. Shall I prepare something for dinner?’
He shook his head. ‘No, I will bring something for us when I come back.’ he said, walking to the elevator.
‘Okay. See you later.’ she said and prepared to go home.
Soon after she came home a van arrived with her new wardrobe. The young man helped her carry in the boxes from Hilda and Franz and the shoes selected by Melissa. She gave him a big tip and then took a minute to watch the stack of boxes, feeling like she was looking at the presents underneath the tree at Christmas when she was a child.
‘Damn, if I don’t get any gifts from now on, I wouldn’t mind.’ she said to herself, then moved all the boxes into the small service elevator next to the stairs.
On her floor she unloaded and put everything in her room, so she could arrange her closet after a shower and dressing in something more comfortable.
There was one box with new shirts for Jean-Marie, she brought it to his room and hung them in his closet. When she came out of his room her attention got drawn by light coming out from under the door on the opposite side.
The lunchtime fantasies of Samantha and Colette came back to her and made her curious. She wondered for a moment if he really did hide something sinister in there, then dismissed her paranoia. She figured it would likely be some embarrassing hobby, like collecting dolls, or plush animals, or other toys. Although she didn’t get the impression he’d be interesting in anything like that. And something like that wouldn’t make him upset when he left the room.
Her imagination got the best of her and she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight if she didn’t satisfy her curiosity. Putting the empty box she had taken back near the stairs, she moved carefully to the door as if there might be booby-traps.
She leaned closer with her ear, listening for any sound on the other side of the door. With everything silent, she tried the door handle and turned it slowly. There was still no sound when she pulled carefully on the door and found it unlocked. Opening it just enough to peek inside, she couldn’t see much because it was darker in there.
She knew she had to leave it at that, but the lure of mystery and having to know if she was safe staying in his home was too much. Opening the door further she saw a crib in the middle of the room, lit by a dim spotlight. In front of it stood a simple chair, and something had been arranged on the floor around it.
Now she did feel creepy shivers along her spine. He just might have a sinister secret and it would be better to find out now while he was gone, in case she needed to get away. Looking inside at both sides of the door for anything like a trap or something, she went into the room and moved slowly towards the crib.
A sigh of relief came over her to find it empty, apart from a couple of plush toys, one dog, one cat, and both stained with something black. The items on the floor were something else. There were newspaper clippings, some official looking documents, pictures. She knelt down and looked closer at the pictures of a young man and woman having fun. She picked one up where the man held the woman in her arms at what looked like a pool. She was a pretty woman, brown hair like her own, kind eyes, slender legs. The young man had shoulder length black hair and the long black shorts with tribal motive he wore made him look a little like a thug. Then she noticed it. The young man in the picture was Jean-Marie!
She looked at the other pictures and they were all from the same woman, most together with him. And then she saw one with the crib in the background and her holding the two plush animals. She looked at the crib in front of her to confirm it, but it was the same. Only, the crib here had black streaks on its otherwise yellow surface. She moved closer and noticed a light scent of burning. She touched a black streak and it gave off on her finger. Soot, she thought. The same cause of the stains on the plush animals.
Moving back she saw a picture of Jean-Marie on one of the clippings. It told how a local
boy had been disqualified from boxing because of excessive aggressiveness. Then some more clippings about the so called Beast winning fights. Now she understood why he was able to take the punch from Avery and knock him out with one hit. He must have been a willing fighter because she saw police reports, charging him with violence. That didn’t seem like the Jean-Marie she knew, and the young man being happy with the girl in the pictures.
She looked at the other clippings and they reported about a fire at a home with one victim. She took one with a picture of the burning home and read it. It mentioned the fire was probably caused by a short-circuit and smoke suffocated the one victim who was home at that time, a young woman of nineteen years. Her fiancé had entered the burning building to save her, but despite getting her out she had already suffocated from the smoke.
The door slamming against the wall startled her.
‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?’ shouted Jean-Marie. ‘I TOLD YOU YOU COULDN’T COME HERE!’
Isabelle fell back on the floor as he stormed towards her with big strides.
‘WHY DID YOU COME IN HERE!?’ he shouted and grabbed her by her arm, pulling her up roughly.
‘OW!’ Isabelle yelled at the painful grip.
‘TELL ME, WHY DID YOU COME IN HERE!?’ he shouted at her again, shaking her.
‘I DON’T KNOW!’ she shouted, trying to pull free. ‘I got curious because I didn’t know what was going on in here!’
‘You broke my trust!’ he said. ‘Do I have to punish you like a little kid!?’
‘OW! You’re hurting me!’
‘Hurting you!?’ he said and pulled her to the chair, sat down and pulled her over his knee, her t-shirt moving up enough to leave only her panties to cover her firm ass. ‘I’ll show you what hurts!’ he said and gave her a smack on her bottom.
She let out a yell at the sharp sting from his hand.
‘I trusted you!’ he said, smacking her again, sending another sharp sting of pain through her flesh and a yell of pain from her throat. ‘I let you live in my home so you wouldn’t have to worry about the household!’ The next smack left a longer burning feeling on her skin and she couldn’t hold back her tears from the pain. ‘I make you breakfast and dinner to keep you healthy!’ The smack at the crease of her thighs shot a sting through her back and her crotch, making her yell from the bottom of her lungs. ‘I give you new clothing so you won’t feel out of place among the rich clientèle!’ The sting became only a little less, but the wave of pain became clearer, making her whole bottom hot while she cried out. ‘I give you a new car so you won’t have to worry about using yours!’ Now the hit against her ass made her feel like the time she got spanked after breaking a precious glass statue. ‘I guided you into becoming better at your work!’ His hitting started to make sense as the guilt of receiving his kindness and then breaking his trust welled up. ‘I trusted you! And you broke it!’ The hit from his hand sent a wave of burning heat through the flesh of her bottom and her crotch, making her twitch her hips up. ‘I trusted you, dammit!’ She still felt the pain of his hand hitting her bottom, but the pain of guilt grew stronger. ‘You betrayed me!’ he said and she cried from the shame of hurting him. ‘I only asked one thing of you..’
He took a few deep breaths, then pushed her up on her feet in front of him. She kept crying and wiped her cheeks ineffectively.
‘Do you understand why I had to punish you?’ he asked.
She nodded and sobbed ‘I’m sorry.. I’m really sorry..’, barely audible over her crying.
He stroked her hips gently. ‘Come.’ he said and pushed her gently toward the door.
She let him take her to his room where he left her standing in front of a couch. He went into his bathroom while she tried to stop her tears from coming. Her whole bottom felt hot and she felt her crotch throbbing with her heartbeat, sending a strange sensation through her abdomen and she pressed her thighs together to try to stop it.
When he came back he sat down on the couch and opened a jar of skin cream. ‘This is to sooth the pain and prevent any lasting damage to your fair skin.’ he said. ‘So please turn around and lift up your shirt.’
She looked away, feeling bad for having him take care of her again. ‘You don’t need to..’ she whispered between sobs.
‘I do.’ he said firmly. ‘I can’t have you in pain all night.’
She turned around shyly and lifted her shirt to bare her butt to him. He put some cream on his hands, spread it and then applied it carefully on her reddened cheeks. The sudden cold made her flinch and tighten her bottom, which caused a burning sensation to spread through it.
‘Relax.’ he said softly. ‘It’ll feel better soon.’
She nodded and sniffed, wiping away her last tears and tried to relax, letting the cool sensation of his creamed hands seep through her flesh.
‘I didn’t mean to hit you..’ he said softly, sadness filling his chest. ‘But I lost it when I saw you look at a past I have a hard time dealing with..’
She shook her head a little. ‘I did break your trust and deserved my punishment.’ she said, blushing when his hands moved slowly along her tush.
‘I will tell you the whole story.’
She looked back at him. ‘Don’t, if it’s too much. I won’t ever ask.’
‘No, you might as well know. I should have dealt with it years ago.’ he said, applying more cream on his hands and massaging it onto her skin as he caressed her whole behind with his fingers. ‘It started when I lost my mother at a young age. My father had already started his business and I spent my time after school on the street instead of in an empty house. My friends weren’t the most gentle of people and we often got into fights. I take it you also saw the police reports.’
She gave a quick nod, feeling the burn in her flesh slowly being replaced by the soothing sensation of his hands on her skin.
‘About a year later a local boxing coach saw me fight and offered to train me as long as I stopped fighting on the streets. I agreed because I wanted to make use of what I was fairly good at.’ He stroked his thumbs along the crease between her bottom and her thighs and it sent an itch through her crotch. She clenched her teeth to stifle any strange sounds. ‘I did well for a while, but I became too aggressive during games. The coach warned me he would kick me out if I went too far after almost sending a junior to the hospital. I went on a drunken binge to feel better but it made me feel only worse. It was then when she met me, drunk and crying in shame at the riverside.’
He took a deep breath and swallowed. ‘She had seen me fight once and thought I was just a mean bastard, which was why I had gotten the nickname of ‘The Beast’. But when she saw me cry it changed her heart and she sat next to me until I was done, and we started talking.’ He smiled softly at the memory. ‘Her gentle nature rubbed off on me, and soon I managed to keep my anger in check, and the couch said he was proud of me. Of course I had to thank her for all of it. We grew closer and it didn’t take long for us to talk about the future and I asked her to spend her life with me. She was the best thing that happened to me at that time and I didn’t want to lose the one good thing I had. She said yes and we soon started living together in a little house I had bought with help from my father.’
Isabelle felt his wonderful hands massaging her whole bottom now and resisted the urge to push it harder into hands.
‘A few months later she told me she was pregnant, which was a special occasion since her family had a genetic defect, making it hard for the women to have children.’ he said, moving his fingertips on slow circles. ‘I was so very happy and decided to give up on boxing, which I wouldn’t have made any real living with, and accepted my father’s offer of a job at the company. I wanted to provide the best life for my love and our child. The future looked bright and we sta
rted decorating the baby room. My father said he was proud to see me become a father of my own.’
His hands stopped moving and she looked back to see him stare into nothing in front of him. He lowered his hands and she turned around to sit on her knees.
He looked at her, sadness filling his eyes. ‘They said the fire had started with a defect in the water cooker. It caught fire and spread to the kitchen curtains. The plastic and wood created a toxic smoke while Cheryl was asleep, having taken painkillers for the headache she had that day. I arrived at home when the fire just started spreading through the ceiling. I stormed into the house, yelling her name. I don’t remember much, only that a burning beam fell on my back before I found her and carried her out of the house when the fire department arrived.’ A tear fell down his cheek and Isabelle’s chest started to ache. ‘She didn’t move when I called out her name. I somehow started doing CPR, desperate to get her breathing again. Firemen came to me, pulling me away as I fought them to save my girl, while they only tried to resuscitate her. They tried for a long time, but it was no use. I had lost my girl and my unborn child.. Our future..’
Seeing the tears flow down his cheeks pained her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face into her chest and running her fingers through his hair while she silently cried with him. ‘I’m so sorry to put you through this again..’ she whispered.
‘All that was left was the crib and the toys..’ he said, his voice hoarse and he held her tight.
After a long time, he moved slowly back out of her embrace. ‘Thank you..’
She fixed his hair and gave him a gentle smile. ‘You’re not supposed to thank the one who had to be punished.’
‘I do when she has shown remorse and actually helped me lighten the burden from my shoulders when I should have talked about it sooner.’ he said, then chuckled softly. ‘And let me touch her smooth behind afterwards.’
She blushed, remembering the whole sensation of being touched and his gentle care. ‘I might just do something bad again with such punishments..’ she said softly, then plucked at her shirt, wet from their tears. ‘I should freshen up.’
‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘And I still need to make dinner.’
‘See you downstairs in fifteen?’
‘Yes.’ he said and watched her leave his room and glance back at him before she disappeared from view.
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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...
This 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...
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...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversAndee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...
Wife LoversI had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...
First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...
Wife LoversAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...
Wife LoversAndee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Wife LoversMs Nandhini – My School TeacherBy KINGPHANTOMEmail: [email protected] 2Lesson – 1 – How to MasturbateThe morning after I Dry Humped our new class teacher’s ass on our school bus. I woke up hearing my older sister Nithya chechi (Starring “Nithya Menon”) calling out my name. “Shyam you idiot, come on get up. You are late for school. I am gonna tell mom, you better get up.” She shouted at me. It’s a curse to share a room with your older sister. She wants to decide on everything that’s...