Genie
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Copyright Oggbashan May 2003/October 2013
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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Reginald was a nerd, a geek, a wimp. He was the man who had sand kicked in his face, who lost the girl, a real mummy’s boy.
Except no one would have bothered to kick sand at him. He would never have had a girl to lose. His mother pushed him out at 18 and told him to find his own place to live.
Apart from being a nerdy geek or a geeky nerd, Reginald had been successful. He qualified as an accountant and was a partner in the business. He owned his four-bedroom house with double garage,
stabling and paddocks. Not that he used the stables or paddocks.
He was scared of horses but that hadn’t stopped him from renting out the stables and paddocks to the local riding school. Money is money after all.
His hobby was beachcombing. He had an expensive metal detector and had an exclusive agreement with a local landowner to search the couple of miles of private beach. Apart from the few weekends when the landowner had houseguests the beach was Reginald’s.
The beach was a disappointment to Reginald. He liked to have it all to himself but that was also the problem. The beach had been private for hundreds of years so the public had not dropped coins, jewellery or even litter. There was little for Reginald to find unless it had floated. Anything that floated ashore was obvious. It didn’t get buried because the beach was made of large stones.
Reginald enjoyed walking along the beach at weekends in the winter and mornings and evenings from spring to autumn. His leg muscles were well exercised on the uneven surface. His slight frame was much more muscular than he looked. If he wore swimming shorts he might look small. Reginald never wore swimming shorts. Even on a hot summer’s day he would wear a baggy jacket and long trousers.
That Sunday Reginald came to his beach early. Friday night and all Saturday there had been a fierce storm and heavy rain. Now the storm had passed leaving watery sunshine breaking through a light sea mist. The tide would be low in about an hour. If anything could shift the stones on the beach the recent storm would have done it. Perhaps, just perhaps, there might be something new to find.
Being Reginald he worked systematically. He walked from one end of the beach to the other swinging his metal detector. The storm had rearranged some of the beach and he was rewarded with a few metal fittings from fishing gear. At the far end of the beach he turned to sweep the part newly exposed by the tide.
There was a loud pinging from the detector. Reginald dropped to his knees. Nothing to see. He pulled at the stones. A couple of layers down he saw the neck of a metal sheathed bottle. He had to dig around it for half an hour before he could lift it from the hole. He handled it very carefully because it looked something like a carboy for acid, about two feet in diameter. Whatever it was, it was not modern. The metal sheathing was elaborately decorated with geometric patterns. The seal of the same metal was inscribed in a strange script.
Reginald carried the carboy carefully above the tideline. He sat down looking at his find. What was it? What should he do with it? Was it dangerous?
The sun had burnt through the sea mist and was now shining brightly. It glistened on the glass revealed by the decorative holes in the metal sheathing.
Reginald peered closely at the inscription on the seal. It seemed much less distinct than before. He touched it tentatively with a finger. The metal crumbled to dust and fell away exposing most of the neck of the bottle.
Reginald scrambled away as fast as he could. He retreated up the beach and to the edge of the trees. He got out his binoculars to peer from behind the thickest trunk that he could find. As he watched the metal sheathing shrunk visibly. Within ten minutes it had gone leaving a pitted glass surface.
He sat down with the trunk of the tree between him and the beach. He poured tea from his Thermos flask with shaking hand. He decided to wait at least half an hour. If nothing had happened by then he would go back to the bottle.
Half an hour seemed a long time. It passed too quickly. With just a few minutes left Reginald was panicking. Should he call for help or just walk away? With a minute to go he decided. He would not wait. Whatever happened the waiting was intolerable. He left his pack, his metal detector and his Thermos and strode towards the bottle.
The bottle was still sealed by a thin wafer of metal. Reginald touched it gingerly. It popped and a wisp of smoke started to rise from the open neck. He retreated a couple of yards upwind and watched. The smoke thickened to an impenetrable cloud about six feet in diameter. It did not flow with the wind but remained above the bottle. Gradually it took a semblance of a human shape.
‘Fuck me!’ said Reginald.
‘If that is really what you want, that can be arranged.’ replied a bass voice.
‘What!’ squeaked Reginald.
The form became distinct. The person standing before him was richly dressed like an illustration of a Prince from The Arabian Nights.
‘Who?’ Reginald’s voice was still squeaking. He tried to control it.
‘Who or what are you?’
‘I should have thought that was obvious. I’m the genie of the bottle. You released me from my centuries of imprisonment so now I have to grant you the usual three wishes.’
Reginald sat down hard on the stony beach. The genie started a complicated series of exercises that looked like a variant of Tai Chi. Reginald watched, rubbing his eyes from time to time.
‘That’s better,’ said the genie. ‘It is cramped inside a bottle. Now I suppose I had better explain the conditions applying to your three wishes. We genies have had a bad press because humans have made such poor choices for their wishes. Are you ready, Reginald?’
‘You know my name?’
‘Yes, Reginald. I know too much about you. I have been watching you for the past few years. You were my only realistic chance of release because no one else was likely to dig on this beach. So, I ask again, are you ready to hear the conditions?’
‘I suppose so.’
Reginald pinched himself. Surely he was dreaming. Genies didn’t really appear now or ever. They were myths. He was talking to a myth. Accountants didn’t believe in myths. They were as unlikely as sympathetic taxmen.
‘I’m not a myth, Reginald. I am here. Feel.’
The genie held out his hand. Reginald touched it. It felt real.
‘Back to business. You have three wishes. The wishes can only affect you, yourself. You cannot wish for world peace or famine relief. You can have riches or health or a new talent but they are achieved by changing you not others. Follow me, so far?’
‘Yes. But this doesn’t sound like the traditional form.’
‘It isn’t. We genies have changed the contract after complaints from disappointed humans. This is the twenty-first century version. We have built in a few safeguards. You have twenty-four hours to decide what the first wish will be. Each wish has a one week long trial period before it becomes permanent. If you survive the week and then decide that the wish was not what you wanted you can have another one. You can undo any wish instantly but then that wish has gone forever. All three wishes must be made within four weeks. You must make three wishes that will be permanent. You cannot stop at one or two wishes. Do you understand?’
Reginald was doubtful. This wish business sounded dangerous.
‘Can you advise me about my choices
?’ he asked.
‘If you want. Whether my advice will do you any good is a matter of opinion. You can ask.’
‘So, hypothetically, if I were to wish to become attractive to young girls, what would your advice be?’
‘Don’t.’
‘Why not?’
‘There are several errors in that hypothesis. You might become attractive but could find those you attract are not attractive to you. If a plain girl or a girl who had traits that you detest were to be attracted to you, what would you do? Unwanted attention can be painful. Then there is the plural ‘girls’. Would you want say twenty girls chasing you? The final error is the adjective ‘young’. What is a girl? One definition is a female younger than a woman. With the onset of puberty happening so early, a girl could mean a pre-pubescent girl. Add the word ‘young’ to that and you might become attractive only to females under the age of what? Seven years old? Is that what you want?’
‘No. I thought…’
The genie sighed loudly. ‘You didn’t think. That is the problem with humans and this three-wish contract. In the old days I would have given you your wish and you would have ended up like the Pied Piper walking around your town followed by an embarrassing procession of seven year old girls. Have you any ambition to start teaching at an Infants’ School?’
‘No.’
‘Then start thinking. You have until this time tomorrow morning.
I’ll be here waiting for your decision on your first wish. Now I want to make contacts with other genii. There is a Jeanie with light-brown hair I haven’t seen for hundreds of years. If she is still available I’m willing. See you tomorrow.’
The genie vanished in a puff of smoke. Reginald stood up and walked across to the abandoned bottle. It still looked old and interesting but very empty. He left it lying on the beach, collected his equipment and walked back to his car.
In the car he sat still. Had it been a dream? Was he having hallucinations? Assuming that the genie was real, then the three wishes would be as well. How could he use them? Who could he talk to? He had a few friends but he thought most of them would laugh at him. Who wouldn’t?
He could think of only one person who wouldn’t laugh at him. That was his secretary Hermione. She understood him more than anybody. She had to. It was part of her job. Could he ask her for advice on a Sunday? He picked up his mobile phone and speed-dialled Hermione’s number.
‘Hello, Reginald. What can I do for you on a Sunday morning?’
‘Hello, Hermione. I need some advice and I don’t know who else to ask. Are you free for lunch today?’
‘I suppose so. Is this work?’
‘No, Hermione. It’s not about work. I need advice from a friend, please.’
‘Then I’ll come as a friend. Where and when?’
‘One o’clock at The Red Lion. That OK?’
‘Yes, Reginald. I’ll be there.’
She was. She walked into The Red Lion exactly at one. Reginald bought the drinks and they ordered lunch. Reginald’s brain was working overtime. This was the first time he had asked Hermione to do anything outside work. He found her efficient, professional and detached at work. He knew that she was attractive and unattached but he had never been anything but her employer. Now he had asked for her advice as a friend. She had responded immediately. What had he done? What must she be thinking?
‘Well, Reginald?’ Hermione asked, ‘What advice do you need that is so urgent?’
‘It’s difficult to explain…’
‘We have the whole meal, and afterwards if necessary. Would it help if you started from the beginning?’
How could Reginald say he had met a genie? He panicked. What had he done? He had asked Hermione to give him advice but how could he explain? He gulped before starting to speak.
‘This morning I was out with my metal detector on the beach. You know the one…’
Hermione nodded.
‘It was an exceptionally low tide early this morning and there had been a storm…’
Hermione nodded again.
‘So you found something. What is it that needs my advice? It must be unusual.’
‘It is. I don’t know how to put this without seeming insane.’
‘Just assume that you are asking hypothetical advice for an unnamed friend, Reginald. We’ll know that the question isn’t hypothetical or that the friend is you, but it might help you to say what you need to say.’
‘OK. I think I follow that.’
Reginald took a swallow from his glass of lager.
‘This imaginary friend found a glass bottle rather like a carboy that is used to store acid. It had a metal closure that eroded when exposed to the air. The friend was worried that the contents might be dangerous so he retreated up the beach and watched the bottle through binoculars until the metal was almost gone. He walked back to the bottle and touched the thin piece of metal left. It broke and a cloud came out of the bottle.’
‘What sort of cloud?’
‘A very odd cloud. It didn’t move with the wind.’
‘Did you, sorry, your friend, breathe any of the cloud?’
‘No. I, er he, had retreated upwind of the bottle. The cloud formed immediately above it and stayed there.’
‘Then what?’
‘This is the difficult bit, Hermione.’
‘I thought it might be.’
‘Perhaps my friend was hallucinating, seeing things…’
‘Perhaps he was. Let’s assume that he saw things. What did he see?’
Reginald took another swallow of lager.
‘He saw a genie.’
‘A genie?’ Hermione’s tone was completely non-committal and flat.
Reginald nodded.
‘An Arabian Nights type of genie?’
Reginald nodded again.
‘And he offered you, sorry him, three wishes in the traditional form?’
‘Yes, Hermione. Actually no.’
‘What does that mean? Were there three wishes?’
‘Yes but not in the traditional form. Genies have changed the rules because of complaints.’
Hermione smiled. It wasn’t a ‘you are being ridiculous smile’ but a genuine smile of enjoyment.
‘I like the idea of a modernised genie. What has changed with the three wishes?’
At that point the starters arrived. Conversation was stalled for a few minutes and then Reginald repeated everything the genie had said. Hermione laughed outright at the mention of ‘the Jeanie with the light-brown hair’.
‘I’m enjoying this meal and the conversation, Reginald,’ she said. ‘I wouldn’t have believed it possible had someone told me on Friday that I would be in the Red Lion with you discussing genies. You invited me to give you advice about your three wishes. Is that right?’
Reginald nodded slowly.
‘OK, Reginald, I’ll play along. It doesn’t really matter whether the genie is real or not. The three-wish gambit is an elaborate game. The wishes can be misinterpreted if that is possible and the outcome can be far from the intention of the wisher.’
‘Yes. I know that the three wishes usually go wrong, disastrously wrong. I want to avoid that and I need your help to criticise any possible choices I might make. You often save me from errors at work, Hermione. I appreciate that. You defend me from angry customers, remind me of tasks that must be done, deadlines that must be met. I couldn’t be as effective as I am without you…’
‘I know, Reginald. Your reports on my work are embarrassingly fulsome. I’m not perfect. I am a human being just like you, and I too can make mistakes…’
‘I know that you can. Do you remember Don José?’
Hermione blushed.
‘That was a big mistake, wasn’t it?’
‘But it didn’t matter. You thought he was our Spanish Divisional Manager. You treated him as if he was. He was actually an exchange student earning some money as the substitute cleaner. He too thought it was a good joke.’
‘How about getting back to your current problem, the three wishes?’
‘Do you believe that I actually saw a genie?’
‘It doesn’t matter whether I belie
ve or not. You asked me for a friend’s advice. I didn’t expect that. I’m here, Reginald, as your friend. You think you have a problem. I’ll try to help.’
Hermione’s hand reached across the table and squeezed Reginald’s. He squeezed back.
‘Thank you, Hermione. What wishes do you think I should make?’
‘The conditions are that the changes can only affect you and no one else, the first wish must be made within twenty-four hours of this morning, each wish has a week’s trial and is then permanent, and all three wishes must be made within four weeks. Is that right?’
‘Yes, Hermione.’
‘Then you need to think what you want to change about yourself, Reginald. Is there anything?’
‘I am lonely sometimes…’
‘I’m not surprised. You don’t have a social life. You work and you walk an empty beach with a metal detector — alone. Who do you talk to apart from colleagues at work?’
‘No one.’
‘You need to change that. You should meet people and interact with them. Why don’t you?’
‘I find it very hard to chat, to make social conversation, to mingle…’
‘Perhaps if you tried it wouldn’t be so hard. Being here with me isn’t difficult, is it?’
‘No, but you’re Hermione, someone I know very well…’
‘…and I know you very well, possibly too well. We spend eight hours a day in frequent contact during the working week.’
‘So what about your social life, Hermione? I’ve never heard you make an appointment except for those with professionals, the doctor, the dentist, the hairdresser — those sort of people. Who do you chat to?’
‘I’m as bad as you are, Reginald. My hobby is sewing. I make most of my own clothes, make clothes for my young nephews and nieces and spend most of my free time in my workroom when I’m not going for long walks in the countryside, alone. In the winter, I just sew.’
‘We are a boring pair, aren’t we?’
Hermione looked at Reginald.
‘But the genie could change that for you. What would you wish for to change your loneliness?’
‘It’s hard to put it into words that can’t be twisted into something I don’t want. I would like companionship and perhaps something more, someone who I could share my life with and start to develop wider social contacts. I’d feel better about meeting people if I had a friend by my side.’
‘You have me. I came here as a friend.’
Hermione’s hand reached out and touched Reginald’s. He looked at her hand and then held it. He lifted Hermione’s hand and looked at it as if he had never seen it before.
‘Yes, Hermione, you did. Thank you for being a friend.’
‘Can I have my hand back, please, Reginald?’
‘In a second.’
Reginald lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. He let the hand go. Hermione returned her hand to the table.
‘What was that for?’
‘Just because I wanted to. I hope you didn’t mind.’
‘No…’ Hermione didn’t sound convinced.
Their main course arrived. While they ate they discussed possible ways that Reginald could make more social contacts. Their suggestions became more and more extreme as they competed to make them most unlikely scenarios. When they had completely finished their meal they were laughing openly.
‘What do I do about the three wishes, Hermione? We haven’t come to a decision yet.’
‘A decision? I think we have, Reginald. Not about the wishes, but about us.’
‘True. I want to see more of you, and not just as my secretary.’
‘That is simple. You ask me for another date.’
‘Tomorrow lunchtime? After I’ve seen the genie?’
‘Yes. I want to know what happens, Reginald.’
‘Then why don’t you come too? To meet the genie?’
‘I might. But what is your first wish going to be?’
‘I have decided.’
‘What?’
‘I have decided not to have any wishes at all.’
‘Is that allowed? Even from a 21st Century genie?’
‘We’ll find out.’
They didn’t part after lunch. They went for a walk, holding hands. As dusk fell Reginald took Hermione back to her flat. They kissed each other. Hermione seemed reluctant to let go of him but eventually they parted, having arranged to meet tomorrow morning to go to the beach.
In the morning, Hermione was waiting outside her flat as Reginald drove up. She got into the car and reached across to kiss him. That kiss went on and on. When their lips parted they were both short of breath.
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Half Priced Sale(Original Equipment)Chapter oneMarie left a trail of dirty snow on the floor as she walked up to the meat counter and considered the prices on the choice cuts of meat she would need for her party on Saturday. The meat girl on display had a regulation hood that covered her face and the back of her head. Her hair was either cut short or tucked under the hood. By law, no hair was allowed to be visible on a meat girl display. These hoods, or more specifically the electronics...
***I want to thank everyone for being patient. I know it took a while for me to finish this but I couldn’t decide how to end it. Do I give it a happy ending or not? Well, read on and see what I decided. Also!! Thank you all for your feedback. It’s made me feel very welcome here.*** * She sat softly on the edge of her bed. His blond lashes laying softly on his tanned cheeks. His chest rising and falling in measured breaths. He was deeply asleep. To wake him or not to wake him, that was the...
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly where my spanking obsession came from. I wasn’t spanked at home with my parents choosing the more modern style of parenting which included grounding me instead when I misbehaved. As a teenager my choice of porn was often spanking porn with my favourite always being women spanking their naughty husbands. However, porn quickly became boring and I needed something more to stimulate me. It suddenly dawned on me that I needed to be spanked myself. A recently retired...
BEE-1194 JACKIE'S FAMILY LESSONS! by Sandy Bennett CHAPTER ONE I couldn't wait any longer. My bladder was bursting and my father was in the bathroom, halfway through Rigoletto. "Daddy, please get out of the shower so I can use the toilet!" I cried. Both my hands pressed into my crotch to hold back the flood and I trampled about in agony. "Can't you wait another minute?" Dad loved his showers so much that my mother suspected him of having an affair with the nozzle. "I have...
The Memories Live On.To that special someone, with my endless gratitude./ /( You know whoyou are )Yes, I'm indeed grateful to you.Grateful because you showed me, or should I say reminded me, of theabundant pleasures and delights that the body of a sexy lady offers tothe attentive man.Let's start with your hair.Memories of being treated to the tantalizing way your hair so lightlybrushed over my skin and teased me while you gave me the best oral sexI've ever had, lives vividly in my mind. All I...
Der auferstandene Hexenmeister Im Fr?hjahr 2003 war ich ein 22 Jahre alter Arch?ologiestudent. Ich genoss das freie, unbek?mmerte Studentenleben. Ich ahnte nicht, dass dies bald ein Ende haben w?rde. Schon immer hatten mich fantastische Sagen und Mythen mehr interessiert als die banale Wissenschaft, von der ich auf der Universit?t h?rte. Bei meinen privaten Studien war ich in einer Bibliothek auf ein mittelalterliches Buch gesto?en. Es handelte von einem gro?en Hexenmeister der damaligen Ze...
The White Mountains in New Hampshire are a lot of fun and a good place to get away from the crowded Boston area. However, the rugged and majestic mountains out West are much more fun for winter sports. My name is Megan, and my husband, Jason, and I were both twenty-four years old at the time of this story and making plans to start a family. We graduated together from Boston College and both found good jobs in Boston, which is fortunate, since it is very expensive to live there. We got married...
InterracialFreehold There was a small crowd waiting at the airfield when the Rapid X landed. Waylon taxied right to the reception building and brought the aircraft to a halt. Arman was ready to help with the shutdown checklist, but Waylon sent him back to help their passengers deplane. Moments later the cabin door was opened and Waylon could hear the stairs being extended. Through the cockpit window, he could see the family matriarch rushing toward the aircraft followed by the rest of the family. "Am...
I never been gay nor had gay fantasies but that all changed my junior year of college. I was living off campus with a friend from my hometown named Jimmy. We rented a duplex that had three bedrooms and two baths. The master bedroom was vacant at this time. During the school year I worked on campus at the library for my spending money. I had worked there the last two years in the periodicals room, which was a room most people avoided unless they needed a journal for a paper. It was pretty...
Introduction: A party takes place at Joeys house. Daddy comes to visit Joey and his Bullies 3 By Mathew Elizabeth By 1 oclock in the afternoon on Saturday, all eight of the 16-year-old skater boys had already cum on Joeys mother in the master bedroom and decided to pay attention to Joey himself. He had already groveled to a beating while his mother got titty fucked by the smallest boy there. So now they wanted to see something funny. A girly boy older than them being sexually humiliated. ...
The portal solidified and I was ready. A few seconds later I saw a snout appear and I felt dread. I fired at the head before the animal got in the room. The scream of pain sent a shiver down my back and almost deafened me. Tonno came to the door just as I started pumping buckshot at the animal. The animal flinched at the gun but the pellets never hit. Magic. Captain Dale ran to the room and charged the animal as I fired at it. The sword had no effect and Dale was thrown aside by a backhand....
One night when Mitzi and I were fucking when she said that she REALLY needed to go pee. I laughed and told her that THAT would just have to wait, it was getting really good and I was NOT about to stop now. I kept fucking her hard and she kept screaming and squirming and telling how bad she had to pee. I told her HELL NO, Hold it! Well, the sadist in me came out a little and I intentionally fucked her as long and as hard as I could. I seemed to be lasting even longer than usual. I think the way...
I was in a rut - my life was totally boring. I had been divorced for four years this week. My ex-wife Mary had left me five years ago for a woman. Our sex life had been non-existent for the latter years of our marriage. My name is Frank and I am 40 years old. I’m shy and find it hard to mix with people. I’ve not dated since the divorce so I’ve had a very long sexless period of my life, except for what my hand offered by way of relief. Mary hated sex with me - complaining of my less than day...
Angel’s glistening green eyes stared a me. She was quite beautiful and I was glad to call her my best friend. We hadn’t been hanging around very long, just a semester or so but our personalities matched up and we started handing around all the time. She told me she had made out with a girl before, but I didn’t judge because so had I. I had no feelings for her and didn’t worry about the possibility of her liking me. ‘I wish I had your chest, Ashley’ she sighed. ‘Why mine?’ I wondered. ‘They’re...
Author’s note: Time travel has been the stuff of dreams for generations. It has been the basis of classic fiction (H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine), bad television (Time Tunnel) and popular films (Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, and, of course, the Back To The Future trilogy). Recently, a relatively new writer on Literotica, nyte_byrd, wrote an interesting time travel story called, ‘A Journey to Reality,’ in the Non-Erotic category. In her story, the narrator, a woman named Crystal, talks her...
I’m a 21 year old attractive crossdresser from Mumbai, India. I am sharing a true story of how my roommate turned into a permanent fuck buddy!I’ve been crossdressing for 10 yrs now and have my own collection of all kinds of stuff you can think of. I moved into the city 2 years back and rented an apartment with a guy called Vishal who I didn’t know at the time. The first few days went in unpacking and setting up my room and trying to build a decent rapport with Vishal, have some drinks once a...
Reddit Hairy Pussy, aka r/HairyPussy! Welcome back, my lads and ladettes. I am here to introduce one of my personal favorite subreddits, called Hairy Pussy. Let’s be honest, the name itself basically explains what this subreddit has to offer, but that does not mean that I have nothing to add. If you truly want to know more about this subreddit, and you are a lazy fuck who cannot be bothered to check out the site yourself, I am here to do that job for you.Before I get down to business, it is...
Reddit NSFW List"Mary, there is no easy way to say this but I have been thinking about having sex with another woman. We married when we were quite young and we have been together since eighth grade. I have never had sex with anyone apart from you. I know this is an unusual request but I hope you love me enough to give me this one thing that I so desire." Mark said as he sat down with Mary. Mark and Mary are your regular suburban couple in their early thirties. He is a smart handsome man and she is a...
Title: Having Some FunRating: NC17Summary: Two lovers indulge in some new activities to spice up their sex life.A/N: So superinspired after knowing what role she will play in THIS MEANS WAR.Jan and Laura reached the bedroom, Jan having carried her like a husband crossing the threshold with his married wife to begin their wedding night.He had perfectly seen the handcuffs. He wondered which one would be cuffed this time.Jan hadn't set Laura down for one second or she was already fumbling with...
We had decided to move to the countryside and had settled on a cottage in a sleepy village in Yorkshire. Well, that was what we thought. Over time, we slowly got to know the locals. There was something about certain individuals that didn’t come across as sleepy; in fact just the opposite.Gina was one of them, she owned the cottage just three doors away from us, but it took a while before Robert and I decided to find out what she would think of us. Gina knew everyone, absolutely everyone. Men...
SwingersVictorious: Jade's punishmentTori Vega was standing in front of her locker at her high school, Hollywood Arts, when her older sister, Trina Vega, came over to her.''Hey, Tori'', Trina greeted her sister. ''How is your coffee?''''I hate this bitch'', Tori hissed. ''What do you mean?, Trina asked her confused.''Sorry, i meant Jade...this bitch trapped me again with a garbage coffee...what's her fucking problem...i mean.. i'm always kind to her.''''She was really mean to you in the last time.'',...
When I took the boys back that Sunday it was Susan that opened the door. She looked pale and worried. She let the boys in and just nodded to me, without saying a word, ignoring my cheerful, "Hi, Susan." I was just getting into my car as Ralph came out. I stood and waited for him. He also looked worried, but he smiled at me, "Got time for a quick sherry?" I smiled, got out of my car door again and followed him, "Sure." Once we were ensconced in his shed, and we each had a plastic cup...
Nicolette had a strict upbringing although she still had her fare share of boyfriends with 1 being a long term relationship. Her parents are of Southern European background giving her lovely coffee colored skin, sultry sexy looks, stands 5’5′ tall, lovely round shaped breasts round size 32 with a then size 10 body, she could pass as a model. Although we are now divorced but still friends, the memories will never fade away and still gets me hard thinking about our adventure. All this...
Sabrina's group had just left for registration when the shuttle carrying Gillian's group, Julia, Alice and June arrived. When Courtney and Lana saw the shuttle approaching, they decided to wait. Once the shuttle door opened Julia and June stepped out, followed by Gillian's group. Courtney and Lana grinning said, "Welcome to the island of opportunity." Julia laughed and said, "Who came up with that?" "We just did. One of those, spur of the moment things. Does the resort have a...
My hotel room door will be open for you; the room will be dark except for the moonlight coming through the window. When I hear you arrive I'll walk to you, grabbing you by your hips and pinning you against the door, kissing your neck, your ears, your face, your lips, brushing my hands across your ass, your crotch and close to your nipples. As I'm kissing you I'll move you to the bed and make you lay there, anticipating what will come next. As I begin to undress I notice you licking your lips,...
I was awakened by a loud clap of thunder. I sleepily looked at the alarm clock on my beside table, it read 3:47. I turned and gazed at my sleeping husband. He looked so peaceful. I smiled, feeling the love I have for him swell inside me. The moonlight shown through our window blinds, casting a glow on Kevin' partially covered nude body. He looked so sexy laying there and I became aroused. I wanted him so badly but I didn’t want to wake him. I gently eased the sheet away from his body until his...
After breakfast we all set to to clean the house ready for the feast day, and after coffee I made to leave. Lorraine joined me. "I'm coming too," she said. "I'll disappear if you need me to. Moral support." We walked; it was not far. We entered the pub, which was not very crowded even though it was lunchtime. We looked round and found her. She saw us and gave a half wave and a half smile. She looked uncomfortable and uncertain. We went to her table and before either of us could speak...
Jack was studying the report and hadn’t heard the first instruction, and jumped as twenty-three-year-old Emma stood by him, glaring down at him, and ordered, “I don’t like asking a second time, but I want a coffee.” Jack blushed as he looked up at his ever so dominant personal assistant, and immediately stood up and said, “I am really sorry, Miss.” He thought she looked so authoritative with her shoulder-length dark brown hair and her sleeveless light blue dress with its white belt and a hem...
SpankingRebecca sighed as she picked up Lady Christine's gowns to put in withthe washing for the day.She wondered what it would be like to have gownsmade of silk and lace.Looking around she held up a crimson gown lined invelvet around the cuffs and hemline with a sprinkling of lace around thelow cut neckline.It was a lovely gown,one of Lady Christine's favourites.I would give anything to wear this,for just a day,Rebecca thought to herself.She stood there,day dreaming about the places she would...
My hubby is a very nice man, 38-year-old, average built but looks smart and attractive. We enjoyed married life very much. At the start, I was a shy type common Pakistan girl and have many fears to explore my sexuality but with the help of hubby, I explored my hidden beast gradually. He is a man of liberal and western thoughts. I opposed him on many occasions and did fight sometimes but gradually I find that he is right. This is actually not a sex story it is the fantasy come true type A Real...
Mon épouse rentrait très tard d'une réunion de travail terminée par un repas et une soirée (01h25 de la nuit) et en cours de route elle s'est arrêtée sur le bas côté pour voir ce qui n'allait pas. En fait un pneu crevé, Une voiture qui la suivait s'est arrêtée et un jeune arabe est allé la voir et lui a proposé sans se départir de changer la roue contre une fellation.Je suppose que la tenue de ma femme y a été aussi pour beaucoup : petit tailleur noir, chemisier blanc jupe courte fendue sur un...
Walking to the diner this time Alan kept his eyes open it wouldn't do to get caught unawares again for the third time. Sitting at his usual booth, Alan nodded to a police officer that came in and sat with his partner."Did they get a preliminary report back on that homeless guy from yesterday we found?" the first one said."Oh yeah, this was a weird one," the second one said pulling a sheet of paper from his vest. "According to the M.E.'s report the stiff had been dead for a day or...