Adele
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CHAPTER 1
Ralph de Clune stood waiting with his beautifully groomed wife Yvonne in the airport terminal looking at incoming passengers for Adele de Clune, sole survivor of her family Ralph’s brother James and wife and their two other children were killed in a helicopter crash.
Yvonne and Ralph had spent a day in London with Adele after the funeral but she refused to return to America with them. That was nine years ago when she was eighteen. Boston-born Adele who had dual citizenship joined the British Army as an officer cadet, and emerged as a qualified engineer with specialist training in military intelligence and field communications. She’d served in various hot spots, including Iraq and Afghanistan where she lost her hearing temporarily during a night mortar attack on her unit.
After being repatriated to England against her will, angry at army superiors assigning her to a desk role at a training facility, Adele had resigned her commission and left the army. She called Yvonne and was invited to live with them for a month or two while she looked for employment.
‘There she is,’ Yvonne called. ‘She’s waving to us. Oh god, she looks almost as old as I do.’
Aunt and uncle were shocked at the change in Adele’s appearance, from being a soft-faced carefree teenager to a hard-faced, suspicious-eyed woman who was wearing hiking boots, loose-fit denims, a military green t-shirt under her denim jacket and her blonde hair appeared cut by a lawnmower.
‘Oh darling, how lovely to see you again after all these years,’ Yvonne cooed.
‘Hello Auntie,’ Adele said, smiling lightly and holding out her hand to shake Yvonne’s.
Both Yvonne and Ralph ignored the outstretched hand and kissed their niece who didn’t appear displeased.
‘Daring, are you tired?’
‘No.’
‘Oh.’
Ralph asked, ‘Is this all the luggage you have?’
‘Most of my possessions are coming in an airfreight container and will be delivered to your home.’
‘Well done. Well you two women come on slowly and I’ll fetch the SUV to the passenger pick-up area. I’ll be five minutes.’
‘Thank you sir.’
‘Adele, please call me Ralph.’
‘Very well.’
‘And I’m Yvonne. You are a grown woman now. Oh it’s so lovely having you with us. You are the nearest we have to care for now. Alan a geologist is based in Western Australia and Brigit is a hospital deputy chief administrator in Ireland, but you knew that, you met in London a year ago.’
‘Thirteen months ago actually. She looked very beautiful.’
‘We visited her six months ago and tried to find where you were but it was Army hush-hush.’
‘Six months ago we were taking up our positions in Afghanistan.’
‘Oh and you won’t want to talk about that?’
‘No.’
‘Darling, tell me not to interfere if you don’t like this but may I assist in converting you back into being feminine?’
‘I’d love that Yvonne. Frankly I feel too apprehensive to start. It’s something I haven’t been trained to do. I anticipate it will take me out of my comfort zone and so we must proceed without haste. Here we are and here comes Ralph. Oh, you have a Range Rover Sport. I thought you’d be driving American?’
‘Ralph has developed a thing about them.’
As they were driving away Yvonne said, ‘Adele was surprised we have a Range Rover.’
‘Yes, our hire vehicle in Ireland was a Land Rover. There were things about it that appealed to me as I like going off-road and then I found there was this luxury version. Have you owned a Land Rover?’
‘No, but my personal transport in Iraq and Afghanistan were military versions.’
‘Yes, of course. We don’t have a machine-gun on this baby,’ he laughed and that went unanswered.
‘That wasn’t funny,’ Yvonne admonished and Ralph apologized but Adele didn’t acknowledge that.
After a while Ralph asked, ‘Will you come out hunting with me?’
‘Shooting what?’
‘Deer.’
‘Yes, I’d like that.’
‘God I couldn’t do that,’ Yvonne said. ‘It’s too bloodthirsty for me.’ She was then shocked by the comment from the back seat.
‘Toughen up Yvonne and you’ll be surprised what you can do.’
Next day Yvonne took Adele to her hairdresser. The usually charming Annette threw her hands up and almost cried, saying, ‘I’m not touching this.’
‘Bitch, I wouldn’t want you touching my hair,’ Adele said, standing up and scowling.
Annette ran off crying.
The owner Michelle Black came down from the mezzanine floor to find out what was going on and smiled when Yvonne explained. Come up to my office dear and let me have a look at you. There’s nothing to fuss about.’
Michelle sat Adele on her office chair and made the assessment. ‘Right, here’s what you do. All you need to do for the next month is to wash and condition you hair every second day and let the hair grow. And every morning and every night you brush it lightly 200 times. I suggest you allow Yvonne to do some of the brushing, that will help you to accept that it’s worth caring about your hair. It will allow Yvonne to clip hair back and brush it in layers. I’ll give you a soft brush Adele and for this next month I want you to only use that brush and no comb. Your hair needs to adapt to this extra and different attention.’
‘To be retrained?’
‘Yes, exactly. Good girl.’
‘I’m not a girl.’
‘That is a term used as an endearment by an older woman Adele.’
‘Oh. Please make allowances for me.’
‘Certainly. You have an English accent. Care to tell me how your hair has suffered what appears to be years of neglect?’
As Michelle poured coffee for the three of them Adele explained how she’d had a traumatic experience of being thrown clear of the helicopter on impact, seconds before it exploded, killing her family. It had clipped a tree coming into land on the family estate.
‘I suffered psychologically for a few weeks but that cleared. I sold the estate because I could never go on to that property again and then I seemed to have nothing left, although my grandparents were very good to me. Yvonne had urged me to come back home and live with them but I did not feel I was ready for that. So I joined the army. I had this urge to put wrongs right, if you can understand that. I’d seen myself leading a unit into an occupied village and sending the rebels on the run or killing them and freeing the villagers. But during pre-training before entering what your guys would call a military academy I was psychologically tested and underwent other tests and it was suggested my ideal vocation was engineering and although the focus would be on assault and defensive engineering my degree would be in civil engineering in civilian life. So I went with the flow. I was involved with 95% men so I found it best to stop being a pretty blonde and become one of the guys. I had a less complicated life than the females in our units who maintained their feminine style.’
‘Oh god, you poor darling,’ Michelle said in a matter-of-fact tone and shaking her head at Yvonne who was weeping. ‘That’s all behind you. I trained as a beautician before I specialized in hairdressing. Would you like me to become your beauty adviser?’
‘Yes please Michelle. I have plenty of money, heaps of it.’
‘I don’t wish to be paid Adele. I don’t have children so will act as your older sister if you’ll allow that.’
‘Yes, I’d like that. I’ll write out a check for $500 to cover product.’
‘That’s an excellent idea. If you can do this I suggest you call in around this time every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I aim to work on you, head to toe.’
Adele laughed. ‘Does that include trimming my bush?’
‘We’ll discuss the options when we get down that far. But first your face and hands need my total attention. Your skin has aged but I’ll get you to a specialist for skin therapy possibly involving micro-dermabrasion treatment or
even chemical skin peeling. You then choose what you favor. It could cost several thousand dollars for on-going consultation and treatments.’
‘No problem. If it’s not a waste of money I’ll buy in.’
As Yvonne and Adele drove off in Yvonne’s Infinity G37 Yvonne said, ‘I couldn’t help noticing you seemed to relate easier to Michelle than you do to me.’
‘Do you really want me to answer that?’
‘Yes of course.’
‘She is a little laidback and talks to me in an easy manner. You heard her giving me options rather than leading me, although she was definite at times. But she wasn’t overly sympathetic or judgmental or cloying. How can I put it? Ah, she treated me like one of her pals.’
‘So you don’t want an aunt-niece relationship?’
‘I thought you indicated that when you invited me to call you Yvonne?’
‘Oh god, it’s I don’t know how to behave with you, isn’t it?’
‘Could be. Stop and let me drive.’
‘Oh Adele… this is an expensive new car and… Damn, I’m doing it again, aren’t I?’
Yvonne stopped and they changed seats. Adele drove off and within a minute Yvonne said, ‘You are a much better driver than I am?’
‘Yes but you’re fine. I have no problem being driven by you. I just wanted to feel what this baby felt like to drive. It’s better than expected though the gearshift is a tad disappointing, not as smooth as I expected. The interior is great and I love the real sports car seating positions. It’s probably over-powered for you but then again it gives you a sexy image.’
‘Sexy — me?’
‘You have the money… you can be anything you want to be Yvonne. Let’s go to a bar for a drink and chat.’
‘A bar? I never… Oh. Yes and think about picking up a couple of guys.’
‘Not this early in the day Yvonne. They’ll only be bums. Anyway I don’t want you to up-tempo too radically. Ralph mightn’t like it and remember he has to adjust.’
* * * On Saturday morning over breakfast Ralph invited Adele to his golf club if she were interested. She’d said she played competitively but her handicap had run out. ‘Yeah, it sounds fun. It’s too windy for shopping.’
There was no wind so Ralph laughed, thinking that was a joke and Adele smiled back at him. Yvonne said Adele wanted to be treated like a pal, not as a niece, and that obviously applied to him. Ralph had seen this brushing thing going at evenings and Yvonne had said they also did it in the mornings after he’d left for work, the idea being to allow Adele’s hair to grow and be groomed back into good shape and for her to relearn to love her hair.
‘Love her hair. What kind of goofy women’s talk is that?’ The man with his hair receding at the temples let the withering return look pass without comment, knowing his wife would regard that as ‘ungentlemanly comment’. God she was so uptight at times.
Looking at Adele he said, ‘I’ll book in from 10:30. It’s men only until then.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yeah, and I want you wearing a tight short skirt so I can see your ass move.’
Adele grinned and Yvonne said, ‘Ralph, that is a disgusting comment. Apologize.’
‘No it’s fine Yvonne. I’ve spent nine years in a male-dominated community. I know how the male mind works. If Ralph was prepared to say that in front of you it’s nothing more than bravado. You could think it’s your ass he should be interested in watching move but he’d denied that because of your choice of clothes.’
‘My choice of clothes? Young woman, the clothes I wear are expensive high fashion.’
‘Yeah, for older women bent on playing the role of grandma. I must take you shopping.’
‘Adele, how can you say this to me?’
‘Was I disgusting?’
‘No.’
‘Was I rude?’
‘Um, not really.’
‘Did I make you feel uncomfortable?’
‘Yes, you did, and coming close to being rude.’
‘Well then, you’ve just had an enlightening social experience.’
‘A what?’
‘You feel as if you are being tipped out of your comfort zone. Take care that I don’t push you into becoming a fashion leader for your age group Yvonne, pulling you out of the pack.’
‘I-I don’t understand. That sounds alarming. I’d feel isolated.’
‘I’ll to attempt to shoe-horn you out of the pack reasonably gradually.’
Ralph yawned and said, ‘Do you women really know what you’re talking about?’
‘Back off Ralph. Adele is attempting to make me think.’
Five minutes later Ralph returned and said, ‘We have a tee-off time of 1:47 with Noel Hill and his son. Noel is my age so we must assume the son is your age. You may end up with a date.’
‘Just being competitive in a good game of golf will suffice thank you.’
‘Oh dear, just how British can you be?’ Ralph sighed. ‘Well now turn American and put on a tight-ass skirt. Your ass will be our secret weapon.’
Adele said sarcastically, ‘And a tight sweater and bra too small for me?’
‘No, a sports bra and a loose shirt. We want to win this baby.’
‘Careful Ralph. You’ll give me the impression you have developed strategic thinking.’
He grinned and said for an Englishwoman she had a cutting humor.
‘Let me know if I get too subtle for you Ralph.’
He looked at her blankly.
Noel Hill, dressed in white including his cap, looked appreciatively at Adele and made no secret of what he was thinking. ‘Wow.’
‘Thank you Mr Hill.’
‘Call me Noel, please. They signed Adele in and she said he handicap was out of date. ‘I’ll play off scratch.’
The starter grinned and said she meant thirty-six didn’t she and then looking at her physique said, ‘Or perhaps you mean twenty?’
‘No I have played off six or under from six months after starting golf when I was sixteen. Could I play off the men’s tees please?’
‘No ma’am, sorry but…’
Noel, recovering from the shock of hearing Adele was a classy golfer said, ‘Fred, sign a bit of paper giving Adele de Clune authority to play off the men’s tee and date and sign it. I’ll show it to anyone who complains.’
They returned to their carts and a square shouldered guy with long blond hair packing away bottles of beer into the cooler bin turned, looked at Adele and gaped, dropping a bottle. She leaped forward and caught it inches off the pavement. ‘Hot-doggity. You’re quick.’
‘Thank you. Are you Noel’s son?’
‘Yeah, I’m Kerry Hill.’
‘I’m Adele.’
‘Hi, you look like you can beat the cover off a ball.’
‘I get by.’
‘Let us two play the old guys. Dad plays a mean game and has been club intermediate champion about five times over fifteen years and Ralphie is almost as consistent. They both play off fourteen and I’m steady on eight.’
‘That will be unfair to them. I can play pretty well although it’s almost six months since I last played.’
‘No it’s okay,’ Kerry said. ‘They’ll take the bait.’
Kerry sauntered up to the two men. ‘Do you two geriatrics want to play against us?’
‘Geriatrics? Okay asshole. The losers pay twenty bucks each.’
‘Is that okay for you Adele?’
‘Squeeze them for fifty,’ she whispered.
‘Are you sure?’
‘Hell yes. No way am I going to throw away fifty.’
The match was more or less over from the first hole. The older guys grinned and said ladies first. It was an easy starting hole, very straight. The pin 263 yards away, downhill with a light wind behind them and the fairway was cut short and appeared to be hard.
Adele took a 3 iron, hitting it high and straight and it soared like a bird. Her wedge stopped five yards short. She sank the putt for a birdie. Noel made par and the other two had bogeys. After that the men, looking at Adele’s ass as she swayed it, getting herself settled to made her tee-shot, had trouble with their concentration on their tee-shots and even some of their fairway shots after watching Adele play. But the real killer was she was so accu
rate she had only 27 putts in her round. Next best was Kerry with 33 putts.
Ralph and Noel took their defeat philosophically, Ralph saying that Kerry had beaten them both off the stick.
Over a light meal Noel said, ‘Adele, I think I have a way of winning back our loss from other people. Are you willing to help out?’
‘Providing it’s not prostitution or illegal yes.’
Noel roared with laughter and later in the bar when most of the golfers had come it he began talking loudly about the hotshot woman he’d played against.
‘She was consistently hitting 230 yards drives.’
‘A woman?’ said someone and the controversy started. When everyone in the discussion was suitably fired up Noel said, ‘Look, there she is with Ralph de Clune. She’s his niece. Anyone interested in putting money up against me that Adele will hit two of six balls over 250 yards down the driving range and keep them on the fairway?’
There wasn’t much interest, about $120 was offered. Noel licked his lips, ‘Oh guys, I’m recasting all bets. I’m rash enough to offer odds of five to one that Adele will hit three or more of the six balls over the 250-yard mark and stay on the fairway.’
The money rolled in and the club’s senior pro agreed to measure the distances.
The club secretary announced the bets had closed with $685 paid in.
Noel came up to Adele grinning. ‘Are you confident?’
‘Well I suppose so. I have been drinking but it’s low alcohol wine. Noel, if I don’t do it this will cost you a lot of money.’
‘Don’t put yourself under pressure darling. I can afford it and I have confidence in you. You hit straight playing eighteen holes earlier so why would you not hit straight now?’ ‘So you won’t be mad at me if I fail?’
‘Of course not. This is just a bit of fun.’
Adele went to the pro shop and came back with a women’s 50-inch shaft Big Bertha.
The bar virtually emptied as everyone went to the driving range. Noel acted as master of ceremonies and gave the pro his cell phone number. A club member drove the pro beyond the 250-yard mark in the golf range quad bike that had a cage built over it so balls could be collected without placing the driver in danger.
Noel introduced Adele to everyone and pleaded for quiet once she began her preparation.
A big cheer sounded as she drove the first ball straight and true. The pro used his laser rangefinder back from the 250 marker and called Noel each time a shot was played. The yardages were 241, 266, 262, disqualified (in the rough) and 288.
Everyone clapped but Adele said, ‘Now for the big one.’
Everyone hushed. She played the shot very much like the others although she bent her back more and swung through the little faster. Everyone cheered as it went straight and true and beyond the vehicle carrying the pro and his driver.
The pro called back and Noel relayed the message. ‘Stupendous, 322-yards.’
Two guys hoisted Adele on their shoulders and carried her back to the bar. It was very much like a victory parade.
Inside Noel gave the club secretary $3000 of his winnings to donate towards junior golf, placed $200 on the bar for drinks for everyone and gave Adele $200 and said he’d keep the remainder. Adele donated her prize to junior golf so Noel grinned and handed his $25 across to the beaming secretary.
Eventually it was agreed they should go. Walking to the parking lot Adele asked Kerry did he have a girlfriend.
‘Until last week when she dumped me because her old boyfriend is back from overseas.’
‘Would you like to hang around me? I have no one.’
‘Yeah,’ Kerry said, concealing his surprise. ‘Great idea. I’ll pick you up at noon tomorrow. Mom often entertains on a Sunday and tomorrow we’re having a pool party — mixed with parents her age and some younger women around my age from where she works. She’s trying to pair me off.’
‘So swimsuit and smart casual lounge gear?’
‘Yeah, people will dress up. Mom’s an assistant district attorney.’
‘Oh my, and what does your father do?’
‘He owns Irongate Security Services, Inc. I’m operations manager.’
‘So you guys catch them and your mom sends them to jail?’
‘Something like that,’ Kerry grinned. ‘Actually it’s happened a few times. What do you do?’
‘Nothing but I’m looking.’
‘Want to come to work for us? If you are fast and accurate word processing we do have someone we could shift into accounts to make way for you or is you are a good driver I could put you on small business payroll deliveries. Your partner would actually carry the money inside so you wouldn’t feel exposed once he left the cab because you’d be automatically locked in behind bullet resistant glass.’
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Hi all Indian sex stories readers, This is Cheetah (names private) I stay in Bangalore I am doing my engineering I am 5’8″ well built body and my monster is of 6.5″ length and 2″ thick. I die for sex, my monster can come out any time for sex .And I have a good stamina without Viagra. Unsatisfied ladies or girls can contact me @ we can have a great fun and trust me everything will be kept private. I had many sex encounters but this one I love the most The heroine of this story Deer ( names...
We had just moved into a new neighborhood in florida. My husband was into marketing so wed often have to change bases depending on where he was posted. My name is Rima and I'm 27. I'm pretty much your average indian housewife living in the US with my husband. Sadly my husband is away most of the times due go work. I am personally a very sexual person and i need to have sex at least once a day. But because of my husband, Ramesh's job i've been forced to compromise. Our new house was pretty much...
LesbianYou were nervous, you had been chatting to Mark on-line for months but this was the first meeting in person. you walked up the driveway to the house, your heart beating hard in your chest as you got closer. the train ticket and instructions had arrived 3 days ago and you had nearly called it off several times, but had plucked up the courage to take this trip."the door will be open" said the letter, and it was. "there will be further instructions in the first room on the right".you step into...
It was almost midnight when we finally pulled up in front of Mimi's building. My building, I reminded myself with a shudder. As I climbed out of the limo, the rich man handed me "my" things. "Purse, keys, and mobile phone," he said, tucking the latter two into the former. All three were cheap-looking and garish, bedazzled with various combinations of sequins, faux leather and false gemstones. Notably absent from the collection was any kind of driver's license, passport, or other...
I have been thinking about having sex with a guy for a very long time. I am in my 40s. I’ve been thinking about this for probably the last 20 years. I’ve come close a few times. I’ve gone into bookstores and into the body booths. I had a guy come in to my booth once. He kissed my neck and felt me up through my jeans. Then we masturbated in front of one another. Another time, guys would look through the cracks in the door jam to watch me jerk off. I left the door slightly open once and a guy...
It was friday morning and I have just woke up with a raging hard-on thinking how my daughter Cindy had given me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had, the morning before, and how I got to taste her sweet virgin pussy for the first time. I'm laying on my back when I hear foot steps moving torwards my room. A moment later my daughter appears at my door, completely naked, her just forming titties sticking straight out and her long light brown hair flowing over her back and down the front almost...
IncestGinny was in the kitchen the next morning, when she heard Karen's key in the door. "You home, Gin?" she heard her call out. "In the kitchen! The kettle's just boiled." Karen made herself tea, then sat at the table opposite her friend. "I don't suppose I need to ask what sort of evening you had!" Ginny exclaimed. "I think we underestimated Chris, Ginny: he's an absolute babe ... and what stamina! I was actually glad he had to go to work today!" " ... Wow! I never thought I'd...
Before I start, I think I should give a brief description of myself. My name is Sue, I’m 44 yrs old, 5’6” tall, 140 lbs, natural redhead (I can prove it), blue eyes, 36b, smallish boobs just asking to be sucked & squeezed, proper housewife with 2 k**s and married 23 years (Joe). I have a set of pouting red-lips made for cock sucking and my husband loves it, but I don’t swallow. My pussy is meticulously trimmed to expose my soft and tender lip and I also enjoys giving head to my husband...
Anita suggested we could enjoy the weekend riding our motorhome.She was right. It could be fine to take away a bit of my stressing condition.We drove a couple hours on Saturday morning; until we finally stopped and set up a camp for us, inside a nice camping site.I was struggling with the tent, while a black man pulled up with his bouncer.The guy got down and smiled at us, introducing himself as Smithy…My sexy wife was bouncing around there in a pair of cut off jean shorts that did not cover at...
Monday morning Dan was at his desk outside her office when she arrived. "Good morning, everyone," she chimed as cheerfully as she could, "Good morning, Dan." When the door closed behind her she leaned against it for a long while, exhausted. She hadn't slept at all. No matter how hard she tried she could find no way out of bringing Beth into this. She was filled with abhorrence at her weakness. She had always imagined that she would put the life of an innocent before her own but now she...
It was the smell of freshly brewed coffee that actually woke me up. Had it not been for that, I know I would have slept for a much longer period of time. But upon smelling it, I knew almost immediately, that Val had already arrived. Rolling out of bed, I stumbled into the still open bathroom and hurriedly took a pee. Surprisingly, it felt cool, the heat from the day not yet making its appearance. Throwing on a short bathrobe with nothing on underneath as I always slept in the nude, I made my...
Disclaimer : The story has extensive homosexuality and unprotected gay anal and oral sex. This is just a story, in real life, always use a condom. If your name is used as one the character it is a coincidence. If you are against anything above stated please quit reading. I’m a frequent reader of many website so ideas for this story is taken from a lot of places. For any comments, ideas or any other “fun” stuff, I love talking to people, email me – Ye kuch hii dino pehle ki baat hai, mein Delhi...
Judith and Freddie were hitting it off quite well too and he took the group to great places on his jet. He loved that they liked nudism and enjoyed his baptism into that lifestyle, taking them to the Caribbean and Mediterranean resorts. Freddie was also perceptive enough to notice that Tommy was feeling like a fifth wheel on those trips. As a delightful surprise he brought along his only daughter Emily who was two years older than Tommy. Although she had some insecurities because her tits...
Hy there im New in here so im just going to share a litle bit of a secret.since nobody really knows me im ok to share, i guess....i am a very young sex addict and my most secret fantasy is to have sex with a overaged couple man and wife!i can´t stop thinking about pleasuring a chunky granny with saggy boobs, while her hubby feeds her lustfull mouth with his cock!then we take turns on her mouth, letting her suck and gumfuck our cocks! i can feel her nipples sticking tall as nails, of pleasure...
Chad makes his way to the shower, only to find Elizabeth Jolie waiting for him there already. When he exclaims that he wants to shower alone, this only spurs the lady further to make him want her. Soon she is on her knees giving exactly the kind of convincing argument that a man needs to hear. Nimble with her toes, she also knows a thing or two about using her feet to make her man hard. Watch as Liz Jolie cries with pleasure as Chad kisses her feet, and soon pumps her full of his energy. One...
xmoviesforyouBen walked into Kevin’s office and pointed at the box. Kevin hit a switch under his desk, and a low gentle hum filled the room. Kevin got up and asked: “Want a drink?” “Two fingers of whatever is handy would be fine.” Kevin asked as he prepared the drinks: “What’s up?” Ben scowled and said: “Rudy’s pissed.” “Who torqued his jaws?” “We did indirectly,” Ben said. Kevin handed his father the drink then sat down. He took a sip of his own and asked: “How did we achieve that?” “Paul’s...
I met Brad a couple months shy of both his graduation from high school and his 18th birthday, lucky me yeah. We were both jogging at the local park. Brad was a pale, slender, white-boy that always seemed to wear small shorts, well they weren't exactly small, they were regulation racing shorts. I wore some plain old basketball shorts. Brad was usually at the park before me and when I pulled up, was finishing up his stretches and starting his slow jog. I would stretch and take off at a faster...
There she was, folding laundry like she did every Thursday. Her big tits bouncing back and forth in that loose silk robe she wore on laundry day. She knew I liked the view. She caught me staring, which wasn't difficult because I didn't bother hiding it anymore. "Oh! What are you doing there?" she asked with her flirtatious rhetorical tone. She knew the answer. She could see it when she glanced briefly at my crotch. A smile drew across her lips; she always loved how easily she could make me...
Annie knew that Will was not a very nice guy but he always treated her good. He would disappear for weeks at a time without a call and show up with lots of money in hand. He never tried explaining how he got it. She had her sneaking suspicion that whatever he was doing wasn’t legal by any stretch.Then one day while cleaning her apartment she picked up a jacket Will had left lying around. It felt heavy and she ran her hands through the pockets finding a small pistol in one of them. She had no...
Love StoriesI was home for the long holiday after my first year in college. The camcorder that I was using to document my stepmom’s sluthood was a reward from her and my father for making the Dean’s list. I was spying on her from outside. I had spent many happy hours in the detach shack watching the area with my new drone and telescope. The tower-like shack was only a dozen feet from my parent’s second-floor bedroom. I always hoped for a glimpse of my stepmom in the Nude or of her and Dad Fucking, but they...
Prostitution fascinates me. My wives, Maryanne and Tina were whores at times and I've been a sissy whore myself. Before, between, and after my marriages, I knew several prostitutes and lived with a couple of them.There are all kinds of whores. The media would have us believe they're mostly drug-addicted, diseased victims of psychopathic predators. I'm sure some are but definitely not all.'Toni the Hooker' is what I always call Toni, whenever I think of her. While driving through Sacramento late...
OccupationsMy Los Angeles Halloween By Mellissa Lynn Dear Diary, Last night was Halloween. I was going out with Lana, Tim, and Phil, and decided to introduce my real self. Boy, am I glad I did! After a hard day at work, I started making preparations for the evening. The first thing I did was to go shopping for some last-minute things (hose, etc.), then headed back to my apartment. I immediately went into the back bathroom and went to work. I started by slathering myself with...
Hi friends am I back with my second story. As u all know My mom’s name is Shreya. She is very attractive and does have a good figure as well of 34-28-35.she is very fashion conscious and usually wear hot saree with backless blouses. She is at the age of 38 but still she has maintained her figure. in my last story I described how my mom got fucked in a shop. Now I will lead this story to its main part. I am studying in a college and have a group which consists of 11 friends and me. They are my...
DON (Friday 11/25) Jeez, I never expected it! Sure, Bob had fit some of the profile, but that had been over 2,000 miles away. Ana stood up, walked over in front of Bob and motioned him up. He stood hesitantly and Natalie stood up shakily beside him. Ana put her arms around his neck, kissed his cheek and hugged him for a long minute. She finally let go, stepped back and looked at him. She said quietly, "Thank you for my life." He took her hand and said, "Ana, I honestly didn't know it...
NOTES: This story is heavily inspired by Phillip Dick's short story "We Can Remember It for You Wholesale" and the subsequent Arnie film. I know the idea isn't in itself a new one, but as far as I remember nobody has used the idea for Fictionmania stories yet... I'm hoping that the 'Total Recall' shop could become the high tech version of 'Spells 'R Us' and a new universe to write about. Email me ([email protected])and let me know what you think! Can be archived...
Author's note : This story is just a fun little tale based on the characters of Final Fantasy X-2. If you haven't played either FFX or FFX-2, it won't really make a lot of sense, though you're welcome to still read it, of course. No, I'm not going to explain the meaning of all the terms I've used. Play the game and you'll understand. Alternatively, just ignore them and enjoy the two slutty fucktoys. This came about when I was debating the FFX-2 characters, and whether they were lesbians...
My wife and i kenzie have been married now for 2 yrs now.our sex life has slowed as of late. since the birth of our first c***d 3 mos ago . but that was all to change tonight, and become even better than before. my wife kenzie still turns me on 5"2 short black hair green eyes and 125 lbs 10 to 15 lbs more than before the baby. I dont have a problem with it even think it makes her hotter but i think shes feeling a little insecure. let me assure you shes crazy perky tits an ass and legs to die...
We finished our lunch, her foot on me or rubbing my leg for most of it, and as we were at a table in the corner with no-one near us, the conversation turned to sex, more specifically her experience of it. This was without too much prompting from me, either.She technically wasn’t a virgin, as speculated, mainly because her boyfriend had managed only once to get his cock right inside her once before he started to cum. She had been with him for four months, and that was as far as he had been able...
Have you ever had one of those kinda days? The kind where you should have just stayed in bed. You know it’s a bad day when you totally fuck up a wet dream! (But that’s for another time.) Anyway, you get the idea of the kind of day I was having. My boyfriend came home from work. He could tell by my demeanor I was having a less than stellar day. He pulled me into his lap, grabbed at my shoulders and could feel the tenseness being held within. The more he squeezed the more I could feel my body...
It was the sixth of Lagufæ, the late-mid summer month of the Goddess of the Sea, before Rowan had regained much of his strength once again and realized probably for the first time that his old life here in this village was now over for good. His master's-piece done, his relationship with his old master Gorge was now rather different; not strained, but things were indeed now a bit different between the two men. Sitting here and sharing a pint of beer at the Goblin's Head with him at the same...
Adam and Sarah had decided shower sex was highly overrated. Adam's ass didn't like the hard porcelain tub and neither did Sarah's knees. Plus the tub wasn't wide enough for them to be comfortable. So they took their efforts back to the bedroom. Sarah was surprised at how easily Adam lifted her up. She wasn't a pixie like Allie or Shelly or a string bean like Karlie. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him feverishly during their trip across the hallway. Adam spread out a...
"Is everything ok?" I inquire. "That was just a lot to take in. The emotion. The physical. It all felt so amazing but so wrong. I love you like a brother and we just did things that would make a pornstar blush." I laughed at her small joke for a second but then got serious and caring. "I'm sorry. I know we crossed many lines. I had the time of my life and I have honestly been waiting for years for something like that to happen. Maybe a little more private." I shoot a glance toward...
It was a couple of weeks after I started modeling for the life drawing class and I was downtown on a Saturday doing a little shopping. I stopped to look in the window of an art supply store and was dumbstruck. There was a framed black and white drawing in the window sitting in a display easel and it was me. It was my long, dark hair; it was my quirky eyebrows and full lips; it was my plump titties with bullet-like nipples; it was even my smooth pussy with a hint of my clit hanging out. Anyone...
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