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“I have your lab test back and everything seems normal. But…” Doctor Williams said giving that look while sitting behind his desk.
You know the look, it’s the one every doctor gives a patient when they want to get their point across. Arms folded on the table, eyeglasses slipped low on their nose, giving that look of parent to child, as scores of sheepskin diplomas proving their wisdom hang on the wall. I’ve always thought there must be some secret course in medical school, which teaches that doctor’s look and once they’ve learned it they’re swore to secrecy never to share it to any living soul. It’s probably the same look God gave Moses when he handed him the ten commandments on stone tablets and said, “Here do this… but”.
Suffering from a case of Dr. Williams medical look all I could quietly utter was, “But what?”
“But, you gotta stop smoking.”
That was the worst news I’ve could have gotten. Stop smoking? Me? Stop? After all these years?
I just nodded and said, “Okay.”
“No. I’m serious this time, John! For the past three years I’ve suggested. Now I’m telling, stop smoking! I know you’ve tried different things but there’s this new pill. Here, I wrote a script for you. Now take it and get it filled and stop smoking while you got your health.”
“Okay.” I said as I took the sheet of three by five paper and stuffed it in my pocket. “I will. You’re right, I’ll stop smoking.”
I wanted to believe my words but I felt like a liar. How could I give up something that’s been so much of my life? “Christ, what’s he thinking?” I wondered leaving his office on the warm Christmas Eve morning. “That I’m superman? The man of steel who can bend his will to do whatever’s right?” I’m a smoker and every one knows smokers are weak and we slink.
You see us standing in door ways outside all sorts of buildings, as the world passes us by disappointed at our weakness for not being able to stop that dirty, nasty habit. We sneak into restrooms to grab a smoke like we use to do in high school. We even do it at home as our non-smoking spouse ask, “How many cigarettes is that today?” and we lie, give some low ball number when you should really multiply it by two or three.
Yes, smokers, slink and so do I. But I recall a time, almost a half a century ago when there was no shame in smoke. Returning home to inform my wife of the pleasant news of good health and the dreadful news of the doctor’s orders to change my habits I recalled those events, when memories were shaped by blue shapeless cigarette smoke suspended in the air.
Christmas Eve back then, when Eisenhower was President and Elvis the king, was colder and the snow was measured in feet not inches. That Christmas, my buddies and me were as excited as any nine-year-olds could be because all of us bought a special present for our fathers. Our one and only gift to our Dads was a carton of smokes, something they’d never forget for at least for a week.
Since Thanksgiving, when the first real snow arrived we, on Saturday mornings, fanned out like an army of ants at a July picnic. With snow shovels slung over our shoulders, we knocked on stranger’s doors offering to shovel driveways, sidewalks, roofs, cars and patios. Hell, we’d shovel anything to earn fifty cents to reach the magic goal of three dollars and ninety-eight cents for a carton. Then, right before Christmas, all of us had enough saved to see Mr. Reese’s at his store.
Mr. Reese, knew we were buying them for our fathers so he’d saved those special boxes sold only during the holidays. They were fancy wrapped with green, red and white colors, some had ribbon on them while others had shinny silver or gold foil. Each carton had a place where each one of us could write some special words to our Dads expressing our joy at being their sons. Mr. Reese was glad to sell us those priceless gifts because in those innocent times with smoke in the air, men knew when a son was doing something good and right for his father. Back then cigarettes wouldn’t kill you and smokers never slinked. In fact a man was known by two things, the job he performed and the brand of cigarettes he smoked. Chuck’s father was a welder and was a Camel man. Jerry’s, father was a house painter and smoked Pal Malls. My father was a doctor and smoked Lucky Strikes.
Driving home along the lake almost fifty Christmas Eve’s later, I remembered my father wore white starched shirts. He always put his cigarettes in his shirt pocket, you could see the red bull’s eye of the pack through the pocket of his shirt and he kept his zippo lighter in his right pants pocket. Dad was a man of iron will. He’d smoke one pack a day, no more no less, and if he ran out before the day’s end he said he’d go without. At least that’s what he said but I think he lied, because sometimes I’d clean the office after closing and find his ashtray was full of butts, a lot more than one pack. I never said anything because even back then I think smokers sometimes lied. What I remembered most about him though, was how he opened a fresh new pack and lit the first smoke.
Christmas morning after he said, “Thank you son” and my mother said, “That was the nicest present you could give your Father.” I watched Dad carefully open the carton to draw out a new pack. After twisting off the wrapping he’d pound the pack on the flat on the table to settle the tobacco. Then, opening the final seal, he gently tapped it so the cigarettes appeared in neat standing order. Placing one to his lips he’d light his zippo lighter and draw on the cigarette until the end glowed red as the smoke from his lungs filled the air with the odor of sweet tobacco.
He always held his smoke in his right hand and he never dropped the ash on anything but the ashtray. The burning cigarette ash could be inches long and it wouldn’t budge, it’d never fall on the floor, his white shirt, the chair or anywhere else. Whereas, in my years of smoking, I’ve dropped ashes on every conceivable spot and generally made a mess of more cloths, shirts, ties, desks keyboards, chairs, cars and restaurant table cloths, causing more trouble than I was worth. I’ve always thought my Father’s command of his cigarette ash was because he gave his smokes that gaze, which doctor’s give their patient to get their point across. He must have been the star of his class while being taught that look, because in giving that stare Dad was an expert.
Driving home to help my wife wrap presents for our grown and gone children I began to wonder of the mysteries and idiosyncrasy parents bequeath their children. The biggest mystery which my Mother and Father bestowed to me was a simple one, it was television. Television back then, during the days of smoke was like our lives, black and white and didn’t stay on the air late at night. But Friday and Saturday nights were special. Friday was the Gillette Friday Night Fights, Saturday was Gunsmoke and the mystery was why my parents let me watch the fights but not Gunsmoke.
On Friday night my parents would happily let me watch as two men climbed in a twenty by twenty ring to beat each other to bloody pulps, and if the fight ended with a knock out, so much the better, it was a good fight. They’d let me watch all the carnage, live, as it happened, in black and white never thinking twice. But on Saturday night at ten I had to go to my room, denied watching Marshall Dillon, Doc, and Miss Kitty correct the evils of the old west, as written by some screenwriter. It was all fake, the blood, the conflict, the death, the life, it was all pretend. Yet it was too violent. I had the last laugh though, because the next day on Sunday morning, while standing outside of church, I’d overhear my Dad and his friends recounting in great detail last night’s adventures of Marshall Dillon, while smoking their last cigarette before mass.
Standing among
the grown men wearing their Sunday best, who towered above my nine year old frame, inhaling the cigarette smoke, I could almost see Marshall Dillon gunning down the bad guy and saving Dodge City from a terrible evil with Miss Kitty by his side. To this day, almost a half a century later, why I could watch one program and not the other remains a mystery shrouded in smoke. I didn’t much care for the Friday Night blood bath. I’d rather seen Gunsmoke, but it was where I watched the fight that held it’s value, it was going to Elmer’s that made fight night a highlight.
Elmer’s house was small and now we’d call it a doublewide trailer. His wife died before I was born and he lived with his daughter Mary Beth who was a high school girl’s gym teacher and was an old maid. Today, in the non-smoking days, where the air is clearer we’d call Mary Beth, a lesbian, gay, or alternative sexual choice, but back then, in the days of smoke, she was just an old maid. Besides my Grandparents, Elmer was the oldest person I’d ever encountered in my nine years and he smoked everything.
He was tobacco. He even looked like tobacco.
Elmer was tall, thin, skinny and his complexion was brown and wrinkled like a dried tobacco leaf. That wise old man was like a matured plant who’d seen the seasons come and go and took it’s lesson of growth and change to seed, ready to bequeath that knowledge to a new generation and his house was a veritable shrine to tobacco.
Elmer smoked anything, cigarettes, cigars, pipes and he even chewed the stuff. The appearance of his house proved his habit, tobacco stains marked the carpet while the walls, drapes and furniture smelled of smoke. Elmer’s chair in which he always sat was a throne to tobacco. Located in the corner of his living room, near the big television, that old leather chair was with complete with rips, tears and cigarette burns, and while at his house, I never saw Elmer rise from that chair. He didn’t need to because everything in life was within arm’s reach.
To one side was not one, but three ashtrays, and oh what ashtrays they were. Big as dinner plates they were made of glass, which was a golden rich dark, brown, they fit into a solid brass holder which elevated them off the floor to make them easy to reach. They must have weighed pounds, making them so stable an angry dog scratching couldn’t have knocked them over.
He had three of them, one for cigarettes, cigars and pipes. Elmer had one more thing by his chair, a solid brass spittoon, just like the ones used in Gunsmsoke at the Long Branch saloon. Not only did Elmer have ashtrays, tobacco, pipes, cigars and chew, but he also had reading material. All the past and present issues of Field and Stream, Outdoor Life and Fur Fish and Game were strewed around his throne, and there were even some of them True Crime magazines with the half naked girl on the cover. Best of all though, on bookshelves above his chair were books by Melville, Conrad, London and Twain. Hoards of stories of men gathered around the smoke of the campfire or the deadly smoke from the muzzle of the gun sat just inches above his head. Elmer didn’t like the Friday night fights either, so as he smoked, he’d read aloud, because at the ripe old age of nine I wasn’t a very smart kid or good reader.
Elmer would read to me as Dad and the other four of five men would cheer on the Colored Boy, the Irish Mick, the Spick or Whitey because back then those weren’t racial slurs. While the men drank Coca Cola from those tall slim green bottles and smoked cigarettes, Elmer rolled his own as he made up some outlandish tale of two ants who travel to save the Queen from the evil Baron. As Dad and his buddies were dividing the betting pool from the fight, which consisted or nickels dimes and quarters, Elmer tried to teach me how to roll cigarettes.
But I was terrible at rolling my own smokes. I’d drop tobacco all over the floor, get the paper too wet and crunch the whole thing together so at the end all I accomplished was making a wadded paper mess which might have held just the kernel of tobacco. Elmer would just smile and say, “Try it again John.” Elmer and I never watched the fights. I loved Elmer, he was my hero, he was smoke.
Funny, I thought as I drove home to my wife of thirty years, “I hadn’t thought of Elmer for years. Hell I must be going through withdrawal already and I hadn’t even stopped.” Since I hadn’t yet quit smoking, I pulled into the Convenient Store to buy another pack of cigarettes. Being Christmas Eve, the store was empty except for the clerk and a small man painting the walls who reminded me of another from the time of smoke.
Derk was a friend of Dad’s and in the fall they regularly hunted pheasants with their English setter dogs. He was a small man about five and half feet tall who always wore white pants and shirt when working. He was the only man of his occupation I ever remembering wearing a tie. Derk was a house painter and fixer-upper and he smoked Pall Malls.
Every year between Thanksgiving and Christmas, Derk would spend a day or two at our home painting and fixing up, getting the house ready for the holidays. My Mother use to call it “freshening the place up”, and when he came, I would pretend to be sick, so I could watch him work. Looking back on it, I’m sure my parents knew I was lying about being sick, but I think they knew it wouldn’t hurt for me to spend some time with Derk.
When hunting or at the Friday night fights Derk smoked countless cigarettes, and when provoked, he’d spout more fine words than I ever knew existed, but he was different at our house. He’d hold his words and patiently answer all the dumb repetitive questions a nine-year-old kid could muster while teaching me about all things to do to “freshen up a house”. Things I never forgot and used at my own home. I’d help move (even though just a few hours previous I was almost dead with fever) and clean his equipment as he instructed me in the finer points of taking care of camel hair brushes. Derk taught me a lot, but while in our house, he never smoked without Mom’s permission.
Every couple of hours he’d say, “John, go ask your Mother if I can have a smoke.”
Mom always said, “Sure! Tell Derk, to come into the kitchen for a smoke.”
Derk put down his work and made his way to our kitchen while Mom poured him a fresh cup of coffee or in the afternoon a cold Coca Cola. Then all three of us would sit at the kitchen table while Derk smoked his Pall Malls. It was then Mom got creative.
She’d change this or that, as this color was a bit too bright, the other too dull, and things that worked yesterday, today were mysteriously broken and needed to be replaced. All the while Derk smoked his Pall Malls and nodded his head in agreement. It wasn’t that he was inflating the work, so he’d make more money, because he never charged much. Dad and he were buddies, friends from when they were nine years old, I think he probably only charged for materials and not time spent on the job. He just did what Mom asked with no fanfare or complaint as he said, “Anything you want Missus”.
Still, through the blue cigarette smoke, which hung low in the kitchen, I saw smoke rising from Derk, while he controlled his temper at Mom’s changes. When Derk and I were again alone he’d turn to me and say with genuine admiration. “John, you got one fine Mother there. Always treat her with respect and kindness. You’re damn lucky to have a Mother like her.”
I would nod my head and say, “Sure Derk, I will.”
I didn’t know what I was swearing allegiance to, after all every nine-year-old’s Mother is a saint to be worshipped and cherished. That short house painter, fixer-upper, who wore white clothes and a tie taught me to respect a person, no matter his status or position. He opened my mind to that value, one which we always are reminded of until the day we die, and Derk smoked Pal Malls.<
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The weather was warm for Christmas Eve and the lake wasn’t yet frozen. Before I turned off the road along the lake I stopped at the bluff parking lot, shut the car off, got out and lit another smoke. I promised my wife I wouldn’t smoke in the car, but I did. Smokers lie and they slink, not like when I was nine, and as I lit a cigarette, I remembered the first I ever lit. It was Mom’s.
It was different for women who smoked back then, they weren’t known by their choice of smokes and the unspoken rules were different for women back then. As my Mother use to say, “It’s only loose women who smoke alone on the street.”
It was perfectly acceptable for a man to light a smoke on the church steps just as mass let out, but it was absolutely taboo for a woman to have one until she got under the cover of home. And if she did? Well, she was loose. Women didn’t smoke straight cigarettes, the one without a filter, which was a man’s cigarette. Good women smoked filtered cigarettes and Mom smoked Kents. When I was nine, I never quite understood that label. I knew it wasn’t good, in fact, I knew it was bad. Still, I always wondered what it would be like to be with a loose woman just to watch her smoke. Little did I know in a few short years I’d desire to do more than just smoke with a loose woman.
Mom followed the other rules laid down for smoke. She never smoked on the street, in another person’s house or the car, and only in a restaurant, if Dad was at the same table. But in the privacy of her home Mom smoked vast quantities, especially when she drank.
Mornings found Mom with her pot of coffee and cigarette, reading the morning mail or newspaper. Afternoons would see her with another pot of coffee, smoking and watching her favorite soap opera or reading the afternoon mail, because back then mail came twice a day. After four, she’d have a scotch and soda with a Kent cigarette and evenings she’d smoke while reading a book.
What amazed me about Mom and her smoking was what she left behind in the ashtray. Every crushed and stomped out butt had a neat round, red circle around the part where she’d put in her lips. Mom always wore make-up, powder, rouge, eye shadow and lipstick, her medium length black hair usually had a good dose of hair spray. Sometimes when I smell a certain perfume she wore, I’d swear she’s in the same room even though she’s been dead thirty years last fall. More times than I ever realized Mom must have had to freshen up her makeup, because she said it was the duty of a good women to look like a good woman. Every so often she would retreat to her bedroom, sit at her night table and reapply countless layers so she’d be a good woman. My mother was a good woman, I knew she was. Dad knew it too and it was when I was nine that I realized just how good she was and why we both loved that woman till the day she died.
Once in awhile, usually on winter Saturday evenings Dad would announce that the whole family was going to the Pontiac Hotel for Sunday dinner, which we’d then await with breathless anticipation. At the appointed hour, usually around six on Sunday, dressed in our best we’d start our cold car to dine at the grand old hotel.
The Pontiac Hotel harkened back to the days fifty years before when my town was the home of numerous millionaires, who made their fortune in coal, lumber, manufacturing and shipping. One of my Grandmothers was the upstairs maid to a millionaire and my other Grandfather was almost rich before the Great Depression took it all away. Through it all, the Pontiac Hotel withstood the test of time to remain the premier restaurant and place to be for Sunday dinner. Years later my bride and I would have our wedding reception there, but when I returned some twenty years later the hotel was a parking lot.
Entering through the main street doors you’d walk up a small flight of polished marble steps to the lobby where the ceiling was two stories high. In the center of the lobby was a fountain with a marble statue surrounded by a shallow pool, which even during the cold of winter held gold fish. You stepped slow and deliberate when you walked on the marble floor because your shoes made that sound like a tap dancer did on the Ed Sullivan Show. We always spoke in hushed tones while in the lobby, so no one would overhear, your voice carried loud and clear under the vaulted two-story ceiling.
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IncestWhat A Pleasure To Fuck HerBy: Londebaaz ChohanBeing a story teller, I have written a decent number and I have never claimed them as my personal experiences although, if not overwhelming but many are. I do not need anybody’s approval and also do not need the readers ridiculing me or calling me a fake. It is up to the opinion of the readers to decide if they believe that the story seems a true one or just a fiction. I shall only say; all is not fiction....
In 2016, I went to Manila, Philippines for the first time. The single reason for this visit was to enjoy sex with fresh and young teen girls. I have been regular with prostitutes in my country but have hardly come across fresh young girls the likes of which I have heard in Philippines. I went there with a one month time with a single objective to enjoy sex. First I rented a two room apartment in a place nearby Manila for one month in a place called Borgus street, a suburb known for sex tourism....
"Brava, ma chéri! Brava! Tu êtes une merveille! Non! Tu êtes mon ange parfait¹!" Forcing his eyes away from the lovely blush, which blazed across her cheeks, tumbled down the column of her elegant throat and swept across the rapidly heaving expanse of her chest, he smiled broadly at Christine. "You know that I would not say it if it were not true. I never lie. I am pleased with the progress we made today. Now, close your mouth, ma chéri. Allowing your mouth to hang open in such a manner...
Have you ever seen a nipple and aureola distended after breastfeeding? The aureola becomes dark brown with milk nodes standing proud. The nipple, swollen and engorged, stands out and is swollen to over an inch in length. When looking at a nipple that has been sucked on you can almost imagine it fitting perfectly into a mouth and down a person's throat, with its sweet milk gushing out.Have you ever tasted breast milk? It is thin and smooth in texture and very sweet. It is an acquired taste,...
FetishAgain, I suggest reading the first two chapters before beginning this one. Also, I want to emphasize that if you are expecting a story with non-stop sex, then you will be disappointed. Jessie & the Tornado, Ch. 3 In March, I began doing some work on the outside. There were three very large flower beds in the front yard that had become completely overgrown and filled with weeds, and one warm day in mid-March I put on a pair of gloves and started pulling all the weeds out. I was wearing an old...
Lately I’ve been taking advantage of the open swim time at my school’s pool. Technically, the swim team has practice at that time, but the pool is large enough that the administration lets non-team members swim as well. It’s great exercise and much easier on my joints than running or other forms of cardio, plus I don’t have to worry about my giant boobs getting in the way or causing me any discomfort. Since open swim is at the butt crack of dawn, and most of the students at my college prefer...
My head hurt, my stomach was roiling and my wife was screaming at me: ‘You bastard! You rotten cock sucking bastard! How could you do this to me? One day, I’m gone one fucking day and leave you here alone and you do this to me.’ I had no idea what she was ranting about, all I knew is that I had to get to the toilet. I barely made it. After praying at the Porcelain Throne I rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash, took three aspirin and then stumbled back into the bedroom to see what the hell had...
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters -After Pain Fight- *Clap, clap, clap* It was getting hard to focus with the hypnotic sight in front of him. Samui walked with an instilled confidence just ahead of her two companions, her fat asscheeks making an audible sound with each step she took. It was unfair how stacked the blond bimbo actually was, and it was even worse the she knew it. Omoi was practically drooling at the show he was getting. With every step she took, the blonde's meat...
I love dressing up whenever possible, which is not often enough. But, what I love even more is dressing up as a hot and wanton sissy slut cocksucker and then going to the local adult theater for some great XXX fun. I am not totally passable, but have been told my legs are fantastic and my ass is nice and tight with a hot tramp stamp just above my ass. Most guys say it's sexy as hell while they are fucking me. Fortunately, my wife had to go out of town for a few days and thereby giving...
To clarify, this is not a story. It is not linear, it will probably bore you, but I write it and dedicate it as a lasting shrine to my mistress, Smriti. The story will have too many things I have not told; it will have too many gaps in the plot. Don’t read it if you don’t wanna. And yes, this is my first story, but I’ll not have spelling or grammar errors; if Smriti finds errors in this, I am dead! And I’m not revealing my name. Smriti calls me “Baby” so “Baby” I shall be. I am reachable at ...
The sender's name on the new message notification read 'TheChatWhisperer.'The drink in the recipient's hand went airborne.Shauna, who was still a bit groggy after the intense dream she'd been reluctant to leave, could hardly believe her eyes. Or her luck.Burton? Is that you?She was wide awake now and eager to reconnect with the mysterious, supernatural stranger who appeared in her flat from out of thin air only that very evening.Her mood had been vexed after the uber hot, sublimely fuckable...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThe small tribe of humans lived in a cave on the mountainside, not far down was a lake and a humid forest. They had a good place for survival in the otherwise dangerous world. The alpha male, his first born son – Beta - and a group of 15 females in various ages. In another world, many of them would have broken loose to be on their own, but in the outside world lurked many evil creatures and other tribes with even worse conditions. With their current alpha, they never had to worry about food and...
I know that you're busy, but it's getting late and all work and no play will make you dull, plus the fact that I'm feeling bored and horny… Bad combination!I peep my head round your study door and I see that you're really busy, still snowed under with work."Would you like a coffee, hon?" I ask."Shh!" You hold up your hand, nodding, and I notice that you are on the phone.I go downstairs and put the kettle on, then I head upstairs to jump in for a quick shower. I step under the hot water, shampoo...
Straight SexMy name is darrin and im 36 years old and ive been married to my wife alison who is 26 for 3 years but we have been together for 8 years. We have been swingers for most of our relationship. There's not alot of people or places i can share this story so i figured this was as good a place as any. For some time ive been wanting to fuck my mother in law. Not that she's a stunner by any means but mostly because i find it quite hot to have had both my wife and her mom. Even though my wife is into the...
Liz stayed with Helen while I went upstairs to use my cell phone and to wait for my call to 911 to be answered. I was in a hurry for them to get here because I wanted to visit the crime boss before he had a chance to prepare for us. Our questioning had produced an address that was supposed to be the gang's headquarters. If we were lucky, we could end this reign of terror tonight. The address we had was another of those abandoned manufacturing plants. This one was surrounded by a large...
I’ve introduced you to Paul already, his brother Ray was equally a handsom stud. I met Ray and his wife Jessica at a party and we hit it off straight away. I had the hots for Ray, and Jessica as soon as I met them. Soon Jessica and I were best of friends. Ray was Pauls elder brother. At 25 he had done really well for himself. He was a chartered accountant at a big city firm and lived in a very upmarket apartment in the city. At 6ft 2 he towered over Jessica’s 5ft 4 gorgeous body. Unlike Paul,...
The two young, naked men huddled together in the bushes. ‘If they get their mouth on it, there’s no way you can escape.’ said one. The other young man listened in shock, appearing terrified. ‘They do some kind of magic that paralyzes you as they move their mouth, and you actually want them to take your life.’ These two young men, no older than 18, had been brought up in a pseudo-religious community that placed the highest value on a man’s sperm (and a woman’s egg). Indeed, the living sperm...
Christian Beasely had a fondness for drinking grain. Whether it was barley wine, sake, or just plain beer he drank at level nearly necessity (breathing was a close second). His marriage had fallen apart but he did not care; his wife was such an aged relic. He didn't realize how close he was to death; his liver only allowed him three more months. He never saw a doctor; part of him was too scared to know what he felt. The occasional blacking out and lack of energy he ostensibly blamed...
I’m not sure exactly how The Boxx works. That’s part of its allure and magic, I think.Four new branch stores have opened in the city in the last two months alone. I read somewhere that the newest ones are extremely fancy, with bars, spa areas and lounges full of beautiful people, and that the boxxes themselves have special functions and options that cater to every whim and wish you could think of, and even to some you can’t.I, for one, never visit any other boxx but the one down the street from...
Fantasy & Sci-FiBill asked a few noncommittal questions while they finished eating their pizza. Linda assured him that they weren't running from the law, but had recently got away from a very abusive boy friend. He was right about them coming from a much colder climate. The three of them had traveled from a little town in northern Idaho, almost to the Canadian border. Bill got the impression that there was more to that story than was being told but he believed her when Linda said the law wasn't...
Fam!ly Reunion – Chapter 10Friday, December 5, continuedIn her bedroom as everyone was getting undressed, Sara was having second thoughts, not about having sex with Tom, even though she now knew he was her son. As the others had pointed out, she'd had enjoyable sex with him before she knew he was her son, and there was no logical reason why she couldn't have enjoyable sex with him now. And it wasn't about Dan, because they had been married and had always had good sex together. It wasn't even...
Sexy Nieces Turn the Tables (Sequel to Naughty Nieces Take Advantage) By billy69boy “What can we do next?” Beth had asked. My mind reeled at all the possible answers to my young niece’s question. “I’ll let you girls decide,” I copped out, as I struggled to get my heavy breathing under control. “Do you have any cool toys that we could try, Uncle Bill?” asked young Mary. The delight in her eyes reminded me of the girls on Christmas morning in their younger years. “As a matter of fact, I have...
Hi All, This is Akshay Ganna again. I am 36 years old and have a very nice 6 feet tall athletic body. I hope you have enjoyed my previous stories and 4 parts of “My Brother’s Bride”. This incidence I am narrating is of the day of the marriage when I had sex with Bhavana (my cousin brother’s bride) just few hours before they tied the knots of new relationship. My cousin brother Vinay and Bhavana marriage was on 3rd May. It was a hot summer month, but with an unpredictable Indian monsoon. The day...
Hello dosto mera naam Sarah (name changed) hai, aur mai pehli baar yahan pe aap sabke liye likh rahi hu. Agar kuch galti hojaye likhne mein toh please mujhe maaf karna. Shuru karne se pehle mai aap ko apne bare mein batati hu. Mai 19 saal ki hu aur college jaati hu. Mera rang thoda sanwla hai aur height 5’4 hai, mere baal bohat lambe aur straight hai meri kamar ke niche theek mere hips tak aate hai, mere stats 34-28-44 hai. Mai ek bisexual female hu jis ka ehsaas mujhe abhi thode time pehle hi...
Hi dosto mera nam ankit he aur me raipur ka rahne wala hu e mera life ka pahala story he jo ki mera aur meri didi bich ho gaya mera didi ke nam anita he actually me bahut kamina ladka hu . Kioki me hamesa bahar wala ladki se mere family ke ladkiyo ko jyada line marta hu . Mera age abhi 21 sal he . Me jab plus two me tha ,tab ae ghatana hue. Me jab 6th me tha tab se me mere didi ko ghurta hu tab se mera dil me mere didi ke lie pyar he. Tab se mere didi ke lie mera lund khada ho raha he. Me jab...
It already was next time! I didn’t question how my cock was still rock hard. It had never happened before, usually I blew my load and quite happily fell asleep. Liz hadn’t realised that I was ready for round two because she was still lying on her back with her knees bent and legs half spread. This was the girl of not only my dreams, but the dreams of all horny college lads. I jumped on top of her, nibbling her ears, lips and nipples. She let out a loud gasp as my bulging penis pushed back into...
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore. "Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring..." except for me and I was getting more and more pissed as I went from room to room looking for what should have been there. There should have been a wife and three children in the house, but they weren't. I had been away from home working on a project that was in trouble. We had a hard target deadline and a contract that called for sanctions if the job wasn't...
Andy pulled into the student parking lot 15 minutes earlier than usual. The drive from the hotel had been far less congested than his normal route. If he had known, he would have slept later. Evan had been waiting up for him when he got to the hotel – ostensibly to make sure he was settled but also because he wanted to talk to Andy for a few minutes. Those few minutes had turned into almost two hours and it was almost 1 a.m. when Andy had gotten to bed. As it was, his back ached from lifting...
Sitting back in his chair, Mark looked out the window of his office and watched as the last bits of the daylight retreated behind the Rocky Mountains in the far distance. It was a magnificent view and was a constant reminder of how far he had come from the streets of Denver. Mark has one more task to wrap up before leaving for the weekend. He calls his secretary into his office to take dictation for a retainer agreement that needs to be sent to a new client. Marissa, his secretary, promptly...
Twenty Two One of her ‘more important’ clients had received a rather large landfall, in no small part to her advice. As thanks, he offered to let her use ‘his boat’ for a few days. Not quite sure what ‘boat’ meant, she had politely declined. However, her curiosity got the best of her, as it is prone to do, and she called him to inquire further. Turns out the ‘boat’ was an 80 foot tri-maran, based out of one of the more secluded islands near the US Virgin Islands chain. He kept a professional...
His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever, the young Emir of Kobekistan had been on the throne in the Golden Palace, centre piece of the Triple Palace, Ruby, Gold and Emerald, for almost ten years now; his faithful courtiers decided that the tenth anniversary of his succession should be celebrated in some style. Many ideas were mooted, and finally a plan was passed to the Emir for his approval. Originally he had inherited the country unexpectedly, due to a series of...