Pushover
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** Author’s note – This is an updated version of my first Lit story. I got a little trigger happy the first time. Enjoy! Part 2 will be re-edited and uploaded soon, with several more chapters to come after that. Thanks to all the readers for the amazing feedback and voting. This is part of a romance series, but first, we introduce the players…
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6 months ago was the first time I had played pool in years. I played with some friends in high school every Saturday at Venture Lanes, the local bowling alley, and I bought a cue with graduation money. Just a cheap $20 thing with a crappy nylon case, but it served me well in college. Going to an engineering college in the middle of nowhere gave me quite a bit of time to practice. My current cue, several upgrades from that original, was still in good shape — black carbon fiber-clad and smooth as silk, and, coupled with the brushed aluminum hard case, I looked a bit like a bad ass. Of course, the fact that I’m 5’10’ and 220lbs of pretty solid muscle didn’t hurt that image. I played football in high school. After graduation, desperate to find more self-confidence, and looking to dispel the freshman fifteen, or more like thirty in my case, I joined a Muay Thai gym my sophomore year. I had kept up most of my training regiment ever since. Early middle age had started to have an impact. I knew if I wanted to keep my physique the way it was, I’d have to work even harder as I got older, but I’d reached the point in my life where health was more important than vanity, and I felt perfectly healthy. Well, aside from the impact two Captain and Cokes were having on me.
The time between graduation from college and a point two summers gone was filled with a now-defunct marriage. I’d been much chubbier and shier in high school, not to mention my nerdy predilections – not a good combination for an active love life. I was a virgin until I was twenty one. So when I got to a point where I was comfortable in my skin, I was thrilled when a girl showed some interest in me. A few had before that, but I was so insecure, I just always assumed I was about to be the butt of some joke, and I scurried away from their attention. I was so thrilled, so overwhelmed with the sensation of not being alone anymore, that I refused to acknowledge any future which didn’t involve us together – not a good philosophy. I think I was tired of being around her a year into the relationship. We got married a year after that. Then were on again off again miserable for the next five years.
After that ended, I spent some time remembering how to be me. I had warped myself into whatever shape fit my ex’s likes and dislikes just to keep the relationship smooth (Ha). I still found myself with prejudices I didn’t remember having. It took time to remember how to be honest with myself. I found a few of my old insecurities creeping in as I did, but with age came an increased ability to face and address my fears. Irrational fears are just that — irrational. If you can dig a hole, logically, in something you fear, you take power from it. I learned to use my extremely linear, logic-driven though process to dissect fears and prove they were baseless. Most of them.
That wasn’t my biggest problem. Dealing with all of that, I became a shut in. I hated to leave my condo for any reason. I tolerated going to work, because I had to. Anything else became a race to see how fast I could get back to where I felt safe. For almost two years I was two people — the friendly, personable guy I wanted to be while I was at work, where I got along with people well enough to be liked, but didn’t go out of my way to be drawn into friendships outside of work, and the scared, fat nerd, cowering under my security blanket.
I still don’t know what made me make the leap. Maybe it was just the time that had passed. Maybe it was the sudden horror that the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. One Saturday, doing my weekly cleaning, (I hate to clean, so I have a standing list of weekly things to do, just to be sure they get done) I went to put a heavy coat into the back of my closet until it would be needed again next winter. I saw my cue case, gleaming in the corner. Something in me snapped and said, ‘Fuck this miserable existence! I want to LIVE!’ I had been going to play pool at least once a week ever since.
Gillian’s, the bar where I went to play pool, was usually SLAMMED on a Friday night, but it was early July, and the local university wasn’t in session, so the crowd was manageable. I’d gotten there early to get a table. An upcoming charity dinner in Chicago, where I had a plus one, also left an ulterior motive rattling around the back of my mind. I was scanning the crowd for possibilities, but I suspected I was boned. I didn’t have much hope finding a woman to accompany me a thousand miles for a weekend date, even for charity.
I’d been there for about an hour when I noticed two co-eds less-than-surreptitiously trying to attract my attention. I had absently noticed them a few times, but they were dancing, and I wasn’t, so I hadn’t tried to strike up a conversation. I hadn’t seen them playing pool, and there appeared to be plenty of clear dancing space closer to the bar and everyone else who was dancing, but, for some reason, these two young ladies had made it their purpose to dance near me.
I suspected they were enjoying an innocent round of ‘flirt with the older guy’. I don’t consider myself old, even if I am more than a decade older than your average freshman. I had conversations with college students in this bar, and got along with almost all of them. I had even given a few of them advice or help with classwork. My education is … eclectic … to say the least. But I had never tried to pick up a college girl, or had one do anything more than innocently flirt with me.
I shave my head, but I keep a short, neat beard, which was salt and pepper, with the occasional blonde or copper streak, and had been that way since I was twenty-five. Thanks for the SUPER gray hair genetics, mom. I always smiled and flirted back, but never went any further, knowing that they had a good idea I was quite a bit older than them. So I took it in stride that these two were just looking to shed the status quo for a night and get some attention from someone in a different age category.
I’d just sunk the last ball from this rack, and went to chalk my cue. I deliberately stood on the opposite side of the pool table from them, smiling as I watch them dance with each other. Their distance from the other dancers and the bar, plus the relatively low customer volume and the fact that it seemed to be mostly singles or groups of two at all the pool tables meant no one but me was really paying any attention to them.
They stood with their hips almost pressed together. Their hands and arms moved all around each other, brushing each other lightly, delicately caressing each other as shimmied with the beat. One was short brunette, maybe 5’3′, olive skinned with an exotic face, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on her ethnicity. Large, brown, almond eyes, filled with the joy of motion froze me in the act of brushing the chalk on my cue tip. She was there to see if I would watch, but watch or no, she was going to enjoy her dancing. My smile cracked a little wider. She had a toned but very feminine body, with fantastic curves. She was wearing what I always think of as ‘genie pants’ in a smoky gray than clung to her shapely ass but fell straight down her legs, stopping mid-calf. Strappy sandals with turquoise faux leather and silver ornamentation wrapped around a pair of well-pedicured feet with white opalescent toe nails. Her shoes matched her satiny halter top, and I was pretty sure she had on a push up bra to have so much cleavage on display. A necklace of silver medallions hung just perfectly to draw attention to that lush valley without obscuring any of it. It wouldn’t have been more effective if she had worn a neon sign that said ‘BOOBS!’ My smile went wid
er, and took my eyes with it. Her dark skin shimmered with sweat, even in the reduced lighting outside of the lamps over the tables. Thick, glossy, wavy black hair veritably exploded from a thick headband the same color as her top.
Her friend was two or three inches taller than her. Golden blonde hair was caught in a pink scrunchy at the back of her head. A pink baby doll shirt with the local university logo and name in white block letters clung to her lithe body. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was almost model thin, if not model tall, and would have just filled out an A-cup. The shirt stopped a few inches above of the waist of her white, ruffled tennis skirt. She had beautifully toned and tanned thighs and calves, and wore a pair of pink, high-top Chucks.
I wasn’t going to disappoint them. If they wanted me to watch, I had zero qualms about watching. They had stayed profile to me up to now. The blonde, noticing that I had made them my focus of attention for the long haul, spun to face me, turning her friend so her back was to me. The blonde’s hands went to the brunette’s hips and pulled firmly but slowly. Once they were fully pressed together, the brunette wrapped her arms around blondie’s neck, lacing her fingers together, palms out. The blonde slowly slid her face down the brunette’s arms, locked eyes with me, and pressed her lips against the side of her friend’s throat. The brunette threw her head back and thrust her hips forward. From this vantage, I could see blondie’s tongue streak out to lick a shapely neck from shoulder to ear, and I had a direct line of sight right between that Latina (I was pretty sure) goddess’s breasts.
The dip lasted only a second, but the tightness in my pants lasted quite a bit longer. The song ended, they both smiled at me, and walked away, holding hands. I assumed their mission was accomplished, and moved around to rack the balls. After a shitty break, and two shittier shots, I noticed that my concentration was totally shot. I wasn’t at all drunk. The exhibition I’d just witnessed had definitely rattled me. Another drink would sooth my jangling nerves. I walked up to the first clear spot at the bar and ordered another Captain and Coke. As soon as I ordered, a group of three frat boys right beside me moved away from the bar, and I saw two familiar faces.
‘What the hell,’ I thought to myself. ‘Can I buy the two of you a drink?’ I asked them. I had no intention of pressing any further. I just wanted to acknowledge them and let them know their efforts were appreciated.
‘Only if we can drink them at your table.’ That from the blonde, and totally unexpected. The look she gave me was coy but daring. The Latina girl smiled shyly, suddenly more timid-seeming now that she wasn’t dancing.
‘That would be the high point of my evening. I’m Craig.’ I said, offering my hand.
The blonde took it and shook it quickly but firmly. ‘I’m Shelly. This is Moira.’ My heart skipped. I have a huge thing for exotic names.
‘Hello, Moira. It’s nice to meet you. Your name is very … fitting.’ I beamed a smile at her, and she looked at me quizzically.
Shelly turned toward Moira partially and looked at her over her shoulder. Seeing the slight confusion, and apparently concerned that Moira might think I was making fun of her, she smiled and said, ‘He means it’s hot.’ I nodded and locked eyes with Moira. She blushed, but her face lit up with a smile and her huge almond eyes glowed.
When the bartender returned with my drink, I told him to get both of them whatever they wanted, and to put it on the tab for table three. Before I could even wonder if they were both 21, they flashed wrist bands to the bartender, and both ordered a vodka and cranberry. Being a popular drink, it only took him about fifteen seconds to whip them up. I stuck a five into the tip jar, and gestured toward my table with one arm, inclining my head slightly. ‘Ladies….’ They smiled and headed toward my table. Shelly took the lead. She walked with a deliberate hip-swinging sway, her skirt flipping up and to the side with every flick of her hips. Moira walked with a dancer’s grace, her supple curves gliding from place to place.
I inquired about their pool knowledge once we got back to the table. They both knew how to play ‘regular pool’, or 8-ball, but nothing else, and neither had played much. I could feel the competitive streak in Shelly though. I didn’t want to exclude either of them from the game, so I taught them an easy 3 person game called cut-throat. They were delighted that they we could all play at once, and I racked the balls.
‘I get to go first!’ Shelly said, excitedly. Moira rolled her eyes, and I knew my assessment of Shelly’s competitive streak was spot on. ‘I get to…what’s it called?’ She turned toward me with a lip-biting look of concentration on her face. I was struck silent for a second because it was so fucking adorable. After a beat I manged to clear my throat and shake some sense back into myself.
‘Break, you get to break.’
‘That’s it!’
Moira and I shared a looked. Then we both jumped at a loud crack. I should have known that competitive streak came from a born athlete. Shelly had pulled off quite an impressive break, downing a ball, so she got to pick her set, lows, mids or highs, for the game. Knowing I would be the real competition to her, she took mids, they were the most centrally located, and then told Moira, since she was next, to take the high balls, leaving the lows, of which she had sunk one, to me. I still won handily. I had owned my own pool cue before these girls could ride a bicycle. I had broken open the table with my first shot, and Shelly’s balls fell perfectly for a quick out after two rounds. I took out Moira three rounds later, deliberately dragging it out because Moira was having a good time harassing Shelly that she would get to play again soon. Eventually I knew this game could go on all night the way Moira shot, so I finished it out.
‘Loser racks, and since you were first out, Shelly…’ Not winning was one thing. Referring to it as ‘losing’ really ticked her off. She shot me a ‘You’ll get yours look’ – playful, but totally serious nonetheless, and went to rack the balls.
She’d seen me shuffling balls when I racked them last time, and asked me if there was a certain way to do it. I told her that one ball from each set had to go in a corner, but that was the only rule. She moved a few balls, rattled the rack, and pulled it off. One of the balls tried to wander away at the same time she did.
‘Whoa whoa whoa, hang on there.’ I said. She turned back toward me and saw the ball askew. She glared at it. She repeated what she’d done last time, only to have several balls pull slightly away from the group. ‘Press the balls into the front of the rack, move the rack forward slightly, and lift straight up.’ She did, and a pristine rack sat on the table. I locked eyes with her and swallowed any course ‘rack’ jokes I may have had. She was glowing with a self-satisfaction that was very sexy. ‘Beautiful,’ I said, smiling. She threw her head back and squared her shoulders toward me as if to say, ‘I know, but thank you.’
‘Moira, do you want to break this time?’
‘Sure,’ she said, very uncertainly.
‘I’m sure Craig will give you some tips,’ Shelly volunteered. It was an obviously ploy, and if she had volunteered herself as the recipient of a quick lesson, I wouldn’t have hesitated, but I remembered that shy smile Moira had, and I was worried she leaned much more toward the ‘free-spirit’ personality and less to the ‘aggressive flirt’ side. I was right. She shot Shelly a slightly concerned look. I quickly thought about how to disarm the situation. I really didn’t want her to decide she needed to leave.
‘Sure I will,’ I said. I picked up the cue ball and placed it at the optimum place on the table, took a half-step away from it, and gestured toward it, smiling at Moira. She let go of a ragged breath and relaxed. She was right-handed, so I
was in the perfect spot to help without moving. I held my hand up and showed her how to make a secure bridge. ‘Don’t worry about power. Just be smooth and even with your stroke, and don’t move your upper arm. I reached out with three fingers and placed them inside her elbow to show her what I meant. As soon as I touched her, I was going down a steep drop on a roller coaster. My stomach dropped and muscles throughout my body just froze. The silken texture of her skin was intoxicating, and the heat from her shot from my hand to my brain before setting the rest of me on fire.
I pulled back slowly but immediately. I didn’t want her to think I was flinching from her. ‘Wait. I don’t think I have it yet. Show me again?’ She asked with shy but smoky smile.
I wasn’t about to pass up that invitation. I took a small step towards her, and then gently wrapped my hand around her arm right above the elbow, holding half of her arm locked where it was. She smiled wider, and then returned to focus on the balls. I didn’t even hear the clack this time. I just relished the feel of her muscle sliding under her skin and the look of concentration on her face. It was just as determined as Shelly, but less expectant – more ‘I’ll figure this out’, instead of the ‘I got this shit’ look that Shelly had.
She shot upright, grinning suddenly, and Shelly’s jaw dropped. I watched a ball fall into the left side pocket. Then I counted the balls left on the table. Ten! She made five balls with that break! One third of the rack was always impressive. I whistled appreciatively. She beamed at me again, the same look she’d had when Shelly told her I thought she had a hot name. She turned toward me excitedly, and almost killed me. I barely manged to drop back and twist sideways to avoid the pool cue she inadvertently swung toward my eye. She looked at me, surprised, then what was in her hand caught her eye, and she dropped it like it was a poisonous snake.
‘Ay, Dios mio! Are you OK?!’
I chuckled. ‘I’m fine. You missed.’ That horrified look was so painful on her face. ‘Really, I’m OK.’ I put my cue down on the table and spread my arms, smiling at her. She stepped toward me and put her arms around my ribs, giving me a quick hug, and smiling up at me.
‘You’re a good teacher,’ she said.
‘You’re an excellent student,’ I replied.
We went back to the game after that. Shelly discovered that the two of them ganging up on me might be a winning strategy, and they did take a few games that way. We played for probably two hours, chatting mindlessly, and talking shit to each other the whole time. As the clock approached midnight, a new song cut in, and the girls immediately focused on each other. Dance and club music wasn’t my favorite, and I didn’t know it, but they did. Moira and Shelly went straight to the same spot where they’d danced for me earlier and started to put on another show. I just leaned against the table and soaked up the sight.
They were much freer with their hands this time. The gentle caresses and flirty strokes were replaced with some aggressive fondling. They took turns dancing around each other at one point, one girl swaying suggestively in place while the other explored her. The one staying in place always kept her attention on my face. Eventually Shelly spooned up behind Moira, and the grinding really started. It was at this point that I saw who else had noticed them. Three frat boys sauntered up and started dancing with them. Nothing was amiss at first. Then I noticed both girls pushing hands off themselves. I gripped my cue tightly. Shelly suddenly stopped dancing and yelled, ‘Fuck off, asshole!’ One of the frat boys grabber her wrist, and I saw a flash of pain on her face. Playtime was over.
‘I don’t think those ladies want you touching them.’ I boomed. Shelly had yelled loudly at the frat boy that had grabbed her wrist, and though it had some volume, it didn’t carry far in a noisy bar. I had done some stage acting, and I’m pretty barrel chested, so I could belt out the volume when I needed to, and my voice carried. All three of them froze, and then turned to face me. Shelly jerked her hand loose and pulled Moira away.
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Sharifa’s arrival in Oxford was quite an event. The Kobekistani embassy in London had found a “humble lodging” for her; their interpretation of the Emir’s instructions took into account the entourage who accompanied her. There were six bodyguards, for a Princess needs to be protected, and four female attendants, for a Princess cannot be expected to cook or to bathe herself. What they did was buy a three storey block of flats, six units, each with its own entrance. Then they had two of the...
Mera naam amanjot singh hai mai punjab ka rehne wala hoon, Meri umar 19 saal hai dikhne mei hot hu gore rang ki wajah se ladkiya dekhti zaroor hain, Boar naa karte hue seedhe kahani pe aata hu mai noida mei job karne ke liye gaya and maine room dhunda toh ek locality mei room mila third floor pe and second floor pe 2 behane rehti thi dono top ka maal thi mai unme se ek ka naam yashi tha mai roz uspe try maarta tha dheere dheere hi hello hone lagi ek din mai room mri leta porn movie dekh raha...
I was sitting at the bar sipping my drink when I noticed you. But when I saw the man beside you lean over and whisper in your ear a few times, I knew you were already taken, so I continued to nurse my drink. Occasionally, I would glance over at you. Once, I thought I had noticed you wink at me. At first, I thought nothing of it. Then, I saw him stand up, whisper something else in your ear and then he left. I watched for a moment as I noticed several guys approach you. But as each one...
Fraternity Brother to Sorority Sister Chapter 8 - Thomas Third Visit. Beth was still trying to wrap her arms around her mother's description of her dream about Thomas the Angel and his message that Beth's body was now inhabited by the soul of a former man. Her dream had to have been real, it would be too much of a coincidence to have been just a dream. Going on the premise that the dream was real, Beth asked herself over and over why did Thomas say those things to her mom? And did...
hi people this a story i put together from fantasy and thoughts, friends on here i have spoken to have been very supportive. a fantasy of how i would ofliked things to be but thats whole different story xxxx...as i grew up believing i was normal boy in a family of 5 being the youngest and only boy had advantages that i never got hand me down clothes like my sisters did. over years i was slowly being drawn by mum and older sisters under wear, the sexiness of the material and the design was very...
Thanks to papaya_lynne and OVERLAND for help with this story. Feedback, positive and negative, is always appreciated. 7. Payback When Kelly pulled up to the office on Tuesday and saw Bob coming out to meet her, she knew something was wrong. ‘Hi.’ Bob flashed a winning smile that didn’t fool her for an instant. ‘Hi yourself.’ ‘You look nice today.’ ‘What do you want?’ Bob’s face fell as he realized his ruse was in vain. ‘I need a favor.’ ‘Uh-hu.’ ‘I need you to be my girlfriend.’ ...
We were both now in the clutches of the evil Marge and Dominique. Having crossed the line I realised that there would be no escape from their depraved actions. Reg knew it too. He had been drawn in and, surprisingly, seemed very comfortable with the way it was headed. I could only ponder what was coming next. The only concession was that Reg was turned on by my surrender to whatever they wanted to do to me or whatever I was required to perform for them. The answer to that was revealed the next...
I get a lot of odd jobs, handyman type stuff from several different people, most often from someone who owns a house that he rents out, usually to college students.One job I had was patching up a wall that had some damage to it from a leaking pipe behind the wall. There was someone living in that apartment, a young tomboy.The first time I started working on the wall I knocked on the door and she let me in, she knew that someone was going to be there to fix the wall. She wasn't one of the more...
Straight SexFirst sorry this has been so long in comeing,well after same had left and the great sex linda and me had that night and over the next days it looked as if everything was ok , sam had fucked linda and told her all about how i had sucked him etc and she had taken her part in that i now had no male underwear ! i was now in tights and pantys and a bra every day as a normal part of getting dressed and true to his word sam comes around for his blowjob, he is now comeing to the house to either pick...
So I work a graveyard shift so I leave home late and get home at 6 am. Before I went to work my wife told me that she was going to go out with her friend to go to a few bars and then come home a little later in the night. I leave for work knowing my wife going out, and once she drinks she just can't stop till she is black out drunk,and I was stuck at work so I was somewhat jealous. I heard off and on from he'd throughout the night and I could tell that she was quite drunk. Then at three in the...
Once Mistress stopped, I had to get out naked. She left me about a block away from her house and slowly drove away. I saw her getting close to her driveway and waited until she pulled in. Once I could no longer see her taillights, I started my slow walk to her house. It was still light out and I knew people would be out or just coming home. I hoped I made it before anyone saw me. However, my luck is never good. I was a couple driveways away from Mistresses house and it happened. I was...
Dosto namaskar me hu jabalpur ka 1 ap logo ki he tarah sex ka dewana ye story meri life ki first story hi jo me likh raha hu. Mera land me ni boluga ki 7-8 inch ka hi mera land 6 inch me toda sa chota hi par lagbhag 5 inch choda uska topa hi jo ki jada jaruri hi ladki ke liye Dosto ye bat hi karib 3 sal pehle ki mere ghar me 1 nokrani ati thi kam karne gar me jhadu pocha bartan dhone uska nam sarla tha. Thi to wo nokrani per husn ki rani bhi thi uske bubbe to jhakar mar ke uchalte the uske...
I’ve been having some ?me? time recently & to pass the time, I’ve put together what would be, my ultimate fantasy fulfilled. The guys are invented, one a bondage playmate I’d met just once before, the other is a complete strange to me but a friend of my palymate. Let me know what you think:I travelled down to Norwich by train, the station's right across the road from the hotel. I checked into reception, collected my key & headed for the room. To be honest, I thought the guys would be waiting...
Tuesday night my loving hubby had invited his old friend Buck to come home and watch together a football game match.I got bored during the match, so I made a light signal to Buck and he followed me upstairs, as Victor continued watching the football game in his favorite armchair."Well, Ana, how do you want it, babe?" Buck asked me as I turned to him when we arrived to the master bedroom. My hands had gone to his heavy, rock hard chest as I looked up at him. He was a huge man and was nearly...
As I was on my way to get fucked, I reflected, once again, what I was up to... I was a married guy, happily married, who liked getting fucked...by another guy. It wasn't love, yuck. It was an extremely pleasant diversion that no one except a guy could provide. It messed with my mind when I thought about it, but in spite of my best intentions, I couldn't stay away. Tommy was the first, last, and only guy to ever fuck my ass. He was 35, 15 years younger than I, whom I had come to meet somewhat...
I shut the cubicle door firmly behind me, locked it, and turned toward the toilet. Listening for any strange noises nearby, and hearing nothing, I prised open the lid of the cistern, and removed the carefully hidden magazine, folded under the top, but out of the water. Pulling down my trousers and boxers, I sat down on the toilet seat, and opened the well read magazine. I always liked to start with the letters, and then move on. I knew this magazine intimately, in more ways than one. The...
When Nicky visits his stepgrandmother Ciel he constantly finds her disoriented and missing an item of clothing. Nana always has some excuse, claiming that she might’ve just forgotten. It’s the last straw for Nicky when he finds Nana completely naked in her bedroom, so he confronts her about it. Nana confesses that she’s been pretending to forget her clothes because she’s lonely and she’s got needs. Nicky understands and since Nana is hot he decides to give her exactly what she needs… his dick!
xmoviesforyouHi! This is Siddharth from Mumbai. I’m 24 years old and mariner my profession. I’m huge fan of ISS. Reading stories before on this site gives me a good night’s sleep. I’m going to post my first incident which happened to me a 2 years ago. The story 100% real and it’s about a girl next door, Neha. She is 3 years younger to me. I was 22 and she was 19 at that time. She’s a typical Indian girl, with perfect figure, curves and assets to die for. This is a bit long story as I’m narrating it right...
Maria woke up. Where was she? She remembered she was walking in the parking lot of her company and... Oh! This piece of fabric with a strong smell being forced on her face! She was blindfolded, gagged... and tied up. It looked like she had metal manacles around her ankles, keeping her feet on the floor, with about 2 feet between them. And leather cuffs hold her wrists together, and kept her arms taunt above her head. Her torso was naked, but she could feel she wore tights, panties, and shoes....
BDSMSleeping With the Devil Song by Lee Ann Womack Songwriter: Brennen Leigh Hulbert Lyrics: I’ve been sleeping with the devil, I thought you ought to know I can’t look you in the eye and tell you it’s not so I’m his little Darlin’, I’m that old man’s dream I’ve been sleeping with the devil, so it seems I’ve been sleeping with the devil, arms around him tight Breathing my hot breath upon his chest the whole long night Get up in the morning, God knows I have tried I’ve been sleeping with the devil...
This true event happened at a party I attended, and a memory I will not forget. No one has permission to use my material with out my permission. First, I want to start out by saying the names have been changed, never will the real names of the people in my stories be used. I have attended two other parties at this couple’s house. We met through mutual friends and the last two parties were a lot of fun, so when I got an invited to this party it was a no brainer, I was going.Pam is a stunning...
Hazel was fed up using her fingers and dildos and fed up of being one of the invisible elderly generation. She wanted more – a lot more – sex, so she decided to expand her sexual horizons. To ensure that she put an advertisement on the web. "Larger mature lady, single, (70), open minded seeks new experiences, fun and frolics. I am 5’ 4”, dress size 18 with 36D bust and welcome either gender and any age.She was amazed that it attracted a few older cross-dressing men, which surprised her greatly...
New Dragon Homeworlds, Yrranth & Zokyrth Unnamed Continent September 5, 2019 16:05 Tala and Oya didn’t get to the fighting right away, instead they started by putting their two mechs through their paces. While the meeting was going on, one of Oya’s assistants had gone around the area marking a route for them to take. To do so, she took Oya’s shuttle and flew it around, dropping off three different types of beacons; green, grey and blue. The beacons would appear on their hud, and...
Chapter 1 The pleading was done. Hope had been set aside. Dorinda sat in the little seat in the prow of the dingy, tense, angry and very much afraid. ‘We’ll pick you up in a week,’ Mike assured her grudgingly. She did not answer, but instead watched the phosphorescence as the oars disturbed the quiet water and the small craft cut its way towards the dark bulk of the island that had suddenly and frighteningly close in the silver darkness of the Aegean night. ‘Have it all to yourself. Not a...
I’d heard quite a lot of things about dogging, how filthy it could get, but I’d never tried it as I wasn’t even really sure where to go. My sexy owner next door was more than enough for me at first, but now I was craving even more.I went online, the usual sites, and researched/asked around where I could go dogging in the nearby area. I’d got talking to many regulars from the area and I’d come up with a reasonable plan. I’d finally just received my car, I knew it was about time to start my new...
As some of you know I have my own Sex Perversion Counseling office at our clinic. I'm often working with men who have one or more sexual perversions they themselves cannot easily explain. A large part of the process is finding that 'breakthrough' where a client can really identify some sort of original event in their lives that brought about the perverse lusts or sexual obsession. Ben, 33 was an example of someone who might have psychologically blocked out an event yet was carrying out behavior...
Hi, This is raj once again. After 2 successful story I hd just realized that my stories are also makes people cum and come in my world. Dosto muje bohut kushi hai ki aap meri kahaniyo se bahut kush hai. Aaj aap ko fir aur ek sachi gatna ke bare me bata na chahta hun. Waise toh aap logon ko pata hi hai ki mai me pakka aap sab ke liye wait kartha hun. Let’s begin.! Eh bas kuch 2 mahine pehle ki baath hai mai jab meri cousin ki shaadi me Mumbai se Andhra wapas gaya tha. Toh mere ghar se kuch dur...
The next morning I decided to surprise Lesly with a hot shower. I knew that I was ready for one, I am sure that she was too. She seemed to be enjoying her times in the stream, but you just can’t beat nice hot water. I slipped out of bed without waking her. I pulled my portable shower out of the back of the van and set it up. You could see it from the trail and from the stream as well. It comes with two different shelters, one that is private and the other that is mesh. I thought about it and...
Oh the pleasures of having young boys visit with me and learn new things in life.It goes something like this, " Hi make yourself at home, would you like something to drink?" We sit and relax getting to know each other. " Would you like to watch some movies with me? I have a lots of different types, what would you like to watch?" I play a video that is to our liking and watch as the young boy begins to get excited by the video action. "Are you enjoying the movie as much as you appear to be? I...
Jeff and Diana’s Conversation Continues “ ... So, what’s the latest on the alien females?” the Prime asked. Diana frowned as she motioned for him to sit so she could sit in his lap. Once snuggled in, she responded, “I don’t like referring to them as the alien females. They are women. They do have three breasts that are positioned vertically, and their faces are a little different, but they have thoughts and fears even as we do.” She paused for a second before continuing, “Oh, Jeff, it’s sad...
Mark Lyndhurst was walking down his garden path when he heard a kerfuffle coming from the house. As he got nearer he heard his mother shouting."How can you do this to me, I've waited nine months for this cruise and now you say you can't go!"Then his dad in a quieter more conciliatory voice, "I'm sorry Emma, but they've brought the whole contract date forward to next week instead of next month. There's nothing I can do honey, I'm so sorry.""You can tell them to stuff the fucking contract!" she...