Summering in Femininity Part 1 A Bummer Summer
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Our Last Day of School.
I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here.
Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished.
Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of the wealthier senior girls. Wealth does have its privilege. In the end I decided, I really didn’t care.
After I spent my last summer with the two people, I loved most in this world, I would be heading to California in the fall to accept an entry-level position with a major railroad in San Francisco.
Standing in line to board my bus, I felt my breath catch in my throat, as I caught a last sight of the one person I had secretly had a crush on since we had started the first grade of school together so many years ago. We were both nineteen now.
I experienced that old familiar ache a last time as I looked at her – trying to burn her image into my memory. My daydreams had always been hopeless right from the start.
Blythe even in the first grade was a beautiful little girl, who always knew she was special. As we grew older, she developed into a beautiful young woman with a sweet innocent demeanor, a sunny disposition combined with her basic gentle ways that never changed. Now at nineteen she was stunning.
I thought as I looked at her, I’ll be crazy about her forever.
I continued to watch as Blythe picked up her friends in her new turquoise blue and white convertible. The new car was a graduation gift from her father, a wealthy influential farmer who owned several farms and delighted in catering to his only daughters every wish.
Taking a last look, I boarded the School bus and sit lost in my own thoughts. A half hour later I passed my parent’s home, as I had every year since I was twelve years old without getting off.
Riding the school bus a few more miles down the highway, I got off at the gravel road that led up to my Grandparent’s farm.
The Summer Begins
‘Josh, I hope you know how much your Granddad and I appreciate your helping us out with the farm one more year.’
‘I know, Grandma – Hey…Should I go help Granddad – I saw him on the old John Deere working over in the east 40 acres.’
‘No, Josh, take it easy.’
‘Oh…I almost forgot to tell you the news. The old Williams place has a new owner.’
‘Do you know who bought it, Grandma?’
‘I heard Garney Covington bought the place. Someone said the Covingtons are planning to move into it.’
‘I wonder why he wanted it. He already owns several farms already.’
‘Someone told me they have a daughter. I think her name is Blythe. She’s supposed to be going away to college this fall.’
‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I know her. She was in my class. She’s really a very nice person. She graduated this year also.’
The season begins
The next morning, while Grandma was cooking breakfast, I was out in the barnyard putting gas in the old John Deere tractor. After a quick breakfast, I was on my way to the field. The day after day routine of farm work had begun.
The days flew by. Late spring turned into early summer. I felt a certain melancholy knowing this would be my last year with my Grandparents. At the end of the summer, they would be moving to town, retiring to a nice little townhouse.
However, for now, I was enjoying the hard work, and long hours. I loved driving the old tractor. The days sped by. The crops were planted, and the corn was almost six inches high.
Blythe appears
Climbing down from the tractor to adjust one of the shovels, I heard a sexy female voice from behind me.
‘Hello Josh,’ she said. My heart skipped a beat. I recognized that voice.
‘Hi, Blythe,’ I said, completely stunned to see her standing in the little grove of trees that separated my Grandparent’s place from her father’s.
‘I was just out for a walk… I thought it was you driving your Grandfather’s tractor.’
‘How is your summer going,’ I asked – my heart racing madly.
‘Great! I’m staying home this summer to be with my parents. I leave for college in September.’
‘Gee…Blythe, I’m sorry we don’t have more time to talk. I’m barely keeping up as it is.’
‘I know, I shouldn’t have bothered you.’
‘No, please’ I protested. ‘It’s so great seeing you.’
‘Hey,’ she suggested, ‘I see you have an extra seat mounted next to you. How ’bout if I ride around for awhile and keep you company. We could talk…and catch up.’
‘Hey…Yeah,’ I said quickly. ‘I’d really like that.’ I replied, stunned at her offer.
Our Golden Summer begins
Don’t ask me how it happened, but from that day on throughout that summer, Blythe became my warm sweet reality.
After riding around with me on the tractor for a couple of hours, I think we were both surprised how much we had enjoyed each other’s company.
A couple of hours later, I stopped the tractor and let her off. I watched her walking lightly across the field. I had just experienced my idea of heaven!
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Blythe come walking across the field toward me the next morning. She was beautiful – in a lovely flowery skirt and white blouse a sloppy old white hat, probably her father’s, completed her attire.
Talk about happy and excited… I could barely breathe.
‘Want to ride around with me for a while,’ I asked,
‘I thought you’d never ask,’ she teased, with that lilting little laugh of hers.
‘Oh, Joshie,’ she said, calling by me by the pet nickname she had teasingly given me.
‘What does your Grandfather use that old barn at the edge of the this field for?’
‘He stores grain – also we have a lot of hay stored in the hayloft.’
Smiling mischievously she teased, ‘Have you ever taken a roll in the hay,’ she giggled.
Seeing my surprised look she laughed, ‘Earth to Josh,’ she said, ‘Hello – we’re both adults now. We can do grownup talk,’ she teased, enjoying my surprise and embarrassment.
Summer Conversations with Blythe
My lifetime dream had become my sweet reality. The golden summer days slipped by languidly… Each day I had this delightful visitor sit next to me as we talked and laughed.
One day…concerned that she might be wasting her summer hanging with me, I said,
‘Blythe…you know – if you ever get tired of riding around with me-…,’
‘Gee! Joshie thanks a lot. Are you getting tired of me already? She laughed.
‘Heck, no,’ I said, ‘I wish we could go on like this forever.’
Becoming serious for a moment, Blythe said with a trace of sadness in her voice, ‘Me too, Josh – I almost wish I wasn’t going to college and you weren’t moving to San Francisco this fall.’
I knew she could sense the sadness I was feeling. I had learned early on – I could never hide anything from her earnest gaze.
So…the summer days floated gently by – our newfound affections for each other deepened.
We were comfortable, confiding and talking about everything…even things of an intimate nature.
We both delighted in flirting outrageously with each other.
What would it be like to make love to this beautiful creature, I often wondered.
Blythe felt the same way. Our conversations became more intimate – more sexually explicit.
‘Joshie,’ she said, one afternoon, as we came near a wooded area.
‘Let me off – I have to slip into the woods for a few moments.’
‘Okay, I’ll let you off here. I’ll pick you up when I come around again.’
‘Oh, no,’ she said – panic registering in her warm sexy voice.
‘What’s the m
atter?’
‘I didn’t bring any tissues,’ she said devastated.
‘Here, take my handkerchief – it’s clean.’
‘Oh, Josh – I couldn’t do that,’ she protested.
After another moment or so of my convincing her, she finally reluctantly accepted my handkerchief and disappeared into the woods. I guiltily pictured her using my handkerchief to wipe her most private area. I ended up with a raging hard on.
‘Thanks Josh,’ she said, as she climbed back up on the tractor.
‘I’ll wash it and bring it back to you tomorrow.’
‘Well…uh – I was hoping you would give it back to me now,’ I said, my face turning red from embarrassment…’
Understanding suddenly dawned on her face. Her beautiful face turned slightly red – she giggled nervously.
‘Josh, you’re terrible.’ she laughed, trying her best to hide her embarrassment.
‘You’re serious – you really mean it – you want your handkerchief back? It’s so wet and messy…it’s probably smelly too.’
‘Yes.’ was all I could croak out – deeply embarrassed.
‘Well…okay,’ she said. ‘At least we’ve found a way to be intimate with each other, ‘she giggled.
Seeing my discomfort, she couldn’t resist teasing me further,
‘Okay, you can stop blushing now.’ she laughed. ‘It’s okay – I promise – I won’t tell anyone.’
‘What’s next?,’ she teased, ‘Should I invite you to come watch me pee next time?’
‘I’ll let you watch me – if you’ll let me watch you,’ I teased – daring her.
‘Mister, you’d better be careful. I just might decide to take you up on that,’ she giggled.
‘Oh, Boy! When?’ I said, daring her to accept.
At her next words, I almost fell off the tractor.
‘Well…Hmmm – How about tomorrow?
‘I’ll bring us lunch. After…I’ll let you take advantage of me,’ she teased giving me that little impish smile of hers.
‘Do I have you excited yet?’ she asked, her mischievous brown eyes searching mine.
‘Blythe, are you sure…?’ I asked, ‘In case you want to back out…I’ll understand – okay?’
‘Sure…I know, Josh.’ she replied, her voice soft and intimate.
‘I know it’s been on both our minds for a while – so why not…if we both want too – after all, we’re both nineteen,’ she said.
That night, feigning tiredness I didn’t really feel – I went to bed early.
Pulling the covers up over my head, I opened my soiled handkerchief. Instantly I was surrounded, by Blythe’s female smell emanating from my soiled handkerchief. Her private essence – a fragrant musky pleasant scent – ignited my sexual desires and sent me rocketing to my climax within moments.
The Next Day
‘Grandma,’ I said, trying hard not to look guilty,
‘I won’t be here for lunch. Blythe is bringing us lunch today. ‘
‘What’s going on between the two of you,’ Grandma teased, with that usual knowing twinkle in her eye.
‘Nothing, Grandma, Blythe just comes out and rides around on the tractor to keep me company.
‘Granddad won’t mind as long as I get back to work at the usual time…which I will.’
Wolfing down my breakfast, I beat a hasty retreat.
‘Gotta run, it’s almost daylight,’ I called over my shoulder, as I hurried out the door.
‘You kids enjoy your lunch,’ she said, knowingly.
Damn – why is it that all the women in my life can see right through me, I wondered.
I soon learned that Grandma, that loveable little Snitch, had been busy.
‘Son…,’ Granddad interrupted me, just as I was climbing into the tractor seat.
‘We’re caught up right now. Why don’t you take some additional time with your little friend? Just enjoy yourselves.’
Looking down at this dear old man, I affectionately call Grandpa, I was reminded once again why I loved him and my Grandmother so.
Delightful anticipation
Blythe had never looked lovelier. Gliding toward me, she was a vision, wearing a lovely summer dress with a little rose pattern. She smiled as she came across the field carrying her picnic basket.
Once in her seat, I caught a whiff of her clean fresh smell. I breathed in the faint scent of her light cologne. She was so dainty and feminine. I delighted in being surrounded by her female essence.
She was wearing a light almost transparent summer dress. My imagination ran wild. I wondered what else she might be wearing underneath that dress with the little rose pattern on it.
How can I wait until noon, I thought. I want her right now.
A moment later, I realized she had been thinking the same thing.
‘Josh…let’s eat while you’re driving.’ she suggested, her lovely brown eyes betraying her more intimate desires.
‘Oh, I forgot to tell you. Granddad said we didn’t have to rush back.’
‘WOW…How great is that!’ she said.
‘Hey, ‘she giggled, brushing away a lock of her honey brown hair from her brown eyes, ‘Why don’t I feed you while you drive?’
‘Okay…,’ I said, thrilled at the idea. ‘This way, we can have all our time to enjoy the fun stuff.’
‘Oh,’ she giggled, ‘Is that what it’s called.’
By eleven-thirty that morning, the contents of her picnic basket were gone.
Near twelve o’clock, I pulled the tractor underneath the canopy of trees. We got off. We exchanged furtive glances as I entwined her exquisite delicate fingers in mine. We walked quietly into the lovely, dark woods.
Our Erotic Interlude in the Woods
A few moments later, we came upon a tight grouping of trees covered over with vines. Pulling the lush green vines aside, we stepped into the cool dark cave like interior.
This green cave had been my secret hideout since discovering it when I was twelve years old. Blythe was the first person I had ever shown it too.
‘WOW,’ she said, her voice filled with awe, as she looked around in wonderment, ‘This is nice!’
‘It’s like a little cave in here. I feel like a cave woman,’ she whispered.
‘Oh, – You’ve even brought in some big stumps to sit on,’ she noticed.
‘You like?’ I asked, pleased by the excited look on her beautiful face.
‘This is my secret hideout. You and I are the only ones who know about this place,’
I was rewarded by the look of delight in her eyes.
Her warm fingers squeezed my hand – I could see she was excited and thrilled.
‘Oh, Josh, this is so great – Our own secret little hideout!’ she said with a delightful laugh.
Her next comment filled me with delightful anticipation.
‘This is so perfect. We have all afternoon, right?’
‘Yes.’
In the dim light of the cave, Blythe smiled up into my hungry eyes.
‘So – would you like to kiss me…or something,’ she suggested, encouraging me.’
With that, the little girl from my first grade class, now a woman, – stepped into my arms.
I bashfully, hesitantly, put my arms around her. Getting a little braver – I pulled her soft fragrant body against me. I could feel her lovely breasts -warm and sexy – through my light shirt.
The faint scent of light cologne – the fragrant clean smell of her golden brown hair – her female smell combined with the warmth of her beautiful perfect little titties against my summer shirt – intoxicated me. I felt feverish.
I felt my cock becoming painful as it started to thicken. Entwining my fingers in her beautiful light brown hair, I tilted her soft lips gently upwards.
A bolt of sensuous lightning engulfed me. Brushing my hungry lips against her warm fragrant neck, I kissed her softly.
‘God, Blythe, You feel sooo good, ‘I whispered fervently, my voice hoarse from my surging arousal which threatened to engulfed me.
‘UUummm,’ she whispered, sexily. ‘That’s nice…do that some more – I love having my neck kissed like that.’
Her breathing quickened – became ragged. She’s getting aroused also, I realized.
‘Oh, Josh,’ she whi
spered passionately, ‘Don’t make me wait any longer…kiss me.’
‘…Real soft and gentle…okay?’ she urgently whispered – her breath now ragged from her arousal, felt warm and scented on my face.
Leaning down I kissed her moist delicate lips. She kissed me back!
I began to hear her making those soft mewling womanly sounds of pleasure. The intimate sounds of her arousal – combined with the scent of her arousal were tantalizing.
Pulling her against me now, my arousal raged out of control. I shuddered from my desire for her as she willingly, insistently pressed her warm beautiful body against mine.
‘Blythe, you know… I’ve wanted to kiss you all summer,’ I whispered, my own breath now heavy from my arousal.
‘I know, Josh,’ she whispered urgently, ‘Me too,’ then giggled, ‘Why did you wait so long.’
‘Don’t you think it would be nicer if we were lying down?’ she murmured in my ear.
‘Sure,’ I eagerly replied.
‘How about over there?,’ she whispered, kissing and running her warm soft tongue across my feverish lips lightly, exciting me – driving me crazy. My cock strained against my brief – I felt my face flushed – I was on fire.
What made it even more sensuous – I begin to pick up the faint beginning scent of her feminine arousal.
Looking across the cave, I could see some old burlap sacks I had brought in years ago – so I would have a place to sit.
Going over – we spread the sacks around – quickly arranging them on top of a thick bed of leaves to form a soft pallet.
A few moments later my beautiful Blythe – lying there on her back – her shapely knees slightly raised, smiled up at me with those beautiful brown eyes. My sexual hunger surged – raging inside me like a living thing.
Smiling up at me tenderly, her brown eyes heavy with her arousal, Blythe patted the burlap sacks along side of her.
‘Sit down beside me, Josh… hurry,’ she whispered, urgently.
As I sat down next to her – my eyes explored the length of her petite attractive little figure.
‘Slip my shoes off,’ she requested, in that little girl voice of hers.
‘Sure,’ I said, quickly slipping them off her feet.
A moment later, I watched her slip seductively out of her little rose pattern dress. I quickly removed my shirt and pants.
Looking bashfully into each other’s hungry eyes we stood facing each other.
‘Would you like to take my panties off, Josh, ‘she asked?
‘Yes.’
‘Take them off real slow – Joshie, if you like,’ she whispered affectionately.
Lying there willingly, on that bed of burlap sacks, Blythe was wore nothing but her sexy little panties. Some of her honey brown wisps of pussy hair had slipped out from one side of her dainty panties. Her panties had a soiled spot on the crotch from her arousal
I felt my arousal soar as I drank in the sight of her luscious breasts – rising and falling from her feverish labored breathing, I knew she was waiting – anticipating.
Smiling that endearing little impish smile of hers, she tantalizingly slow – knowing the effect she was having on me – raised her slim shapely legs slightly.
Kneeling between her beautiful shapely thighs, I encircled her ankles with my fingers. As I lifted Blythe’s beautiful legs – her soft luscious thighs parted Forcing her beautiful white thighs back against her swollen titties, had caused her soft slender white thighs to gape open invitingly.
Reaching up to her slim waist, I hooked my warm fingers underneath the elastic waistband of her sexy panties with the little rose design.
The aroused smell of a female in heat – drifted up into my nostrils – increasing my sense of anticipation – igniting my sexual desires. She was ready!
My feverish eyes examining this unforgettable erotic sight. I slowly eased her flowery panties off – her beautiful exquisite little hips – pushed them down past her warm naked thighs – over her knees. After what seemed to take forever, I awkwardly slipped Blythe’s dainty sexy panties off over her delicate ankles.
‘You’ve got me so hot – you’ve made my panties all sticky and messy,’ she scolded me sexily.
Then she set me on fire with her next words, ‘I supposed you’d like to smell my panties?’ she teased. Even in her intense arousal, she still took time to be mischievous. No wonder I am so crazy about her, I thought to myself.
Grinning down at her, I laughed.
‘You sexy little witch – try to stop me’ I said, laughing at her antics.
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Becky was nice at first but once she hit 18 it was like a switch went off in her head and she became crazy. She'd smoke pot then claim I gave her it (I didn't touch the stuff), would steal my beer from my room's fridge and generally make my life a misery. When my uncle moved back to the coast I was relieved but my antagonist was to return. Joy of Joys. My mom and her boyfriend had rented a cabin for themselves and left us 3 to fend for ourselves, Kelli being the oldest at 24 was put in...
No human thing can last forever. I moved off Rachel and lay beside her. I could not break the contact so I kept a hand on her breast and stroked her hair with the other. She turned to face me, and we spent a few minutes gazing at each other. I would have fallen asleep staring into her eyes had she not sat up. "Let's get food," she said, smiling down at me. I nodded and got out of bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked to the bathroom, picked up my swim trunks, and left the room....
The amount of time I was spending at the mansion did not go unnoticed. My mother said nothing about it. Marisa would have been vocal about my lack of attention, except that Michael spent more 'working' dinners and weekends at our house. (The divorce got uglier and with Rachel and I fucking up a storm, the mansion was not a good hiding place.) Karen seemed relieved and at times angry at my absence. She was confused about anything and everything to do with me, especially how she felt about...
This one is completely the work of my depraved imagination. (With some inspiration from Jade Dragon and Eucher). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now onto the nasty sex, some more action than the first, the Sultan’s humiliation might not be for everyone (M/f, nc, inter, rape, humil, bdsm) Secondly this is an adult story, if you are younger than eighteen DO NOT READ!!! If you liked it drop me an email [email protected] if not fuck off. Chapter 2 :...
I'm just a regular guy in most ways, married for 6 years, working hard for a living, paying off a mortgage and I must add that sex with my wife Gabby has always been exceptional, creative and very, very satisfying. Even though she had never acted on it, Gabby was always aware of my fantasy for pussy pee. When she comes into the bathroom while I'm shaving and pees into the toilet, I stand there, my shaver buzzing across my face, imagining that she was standing over me, with pussy spread and her...
[email protected](I’d like to acknowledge the great work by Trent Wolf in his ?Domino? stories for the inspiration to pen this style of story and to the ?House of Gord? for ideas of some of the predicaments that befall Suzzanne, finally a great fan Rollo T for his ideas and inspiration)AGENT BURNEDThe Further Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer - 3 CHAPTER 1 The ballroom was crowded and brightly lit filled with the sounds of laughter and multi lingual conversations. Suzzanne Midsummer...
[email protected] (I’d like to acknowledge the great work by Trent Wolf in his ?Domino? stories for the inspiration to pen this style of story and a great fan Rollo T for his ideas and inspiration)The Continuing adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer 5 ?DOWN AFRICA WAY? CHAPTER 1 The black cab pulled to the kerb and the door swung open and an elegant leg followed by another stepped out onto the wet pavement. ?Thanks and keep the change? smiled Suzzanne as she paid the driver. ?Much...
[email protected](I’d like to acknowledge the great work by Trent Wolf in his ?Domino? stories for the inspiration to pen this style of story and to the ?House of Gord? for ideas of some of the predicaments that befall Suzzanne, finally a great fan Rollo T for his ideas and inspiration)SUZZANNOBOT!The Further Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer - 4 CHAPTER 1She rose from the surf like a Venus, the water cascading down her body giving her tanned toned skin glossy lustrous appearance in...
Dein Name ist John und du wurdest mit besonderen goldfarbenen Augen geboren. Wer auch immer dort hineinsieht steht unter deiner Kontrolle und muss jedem Befehl gehorchen. Mit dieser Fähigkeit hast du es geschafft ein Vermögen anzuhäufen, indem du reiche Leute dazu bringst dir alles zu vererben und wohnst in einer grossen Villa in Berlin. Ausserdem ist es ein leichts jede Frau zu bekommen die du willst. Und wenn sie zu langweilig wird lässt du sie alles vergessen und schickst sie weg. Du hast...
BDSM‘I don’t want to be a lawyer,’ Anthony shouted at his father before storming out, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he was clear of the gates that surrounded his house, he made his way to the lake. He started running, his only thought was to get away, away from his father and the house. When he exhausted his energy he slowed and then stopped. He bent over to catch his breath. He looked for a tree to collapse against, and when he located one he did just that. Sitting with his back to...
“If you accept my offer, your husband's name will be spared public shame, all the debts he left you with at the time of his unfortunate death, will be paid. Doug's son, your step son, will be guaranteed a first class education and when he graduates from college, he will be entitled to all the prize money you bring to my stable or a minimum of a million dollars, whichever is more..." "I know my offer sounds bizarre to you now, think about it overnight. You can give me your answer at breakfast...
Kevin met Amy at the Wicker Ridge square, cruising with her friend Terry and her sister Pam. Amy was an 18 year old virgin and her passengers happily sang “Amy has a 'golden ass'.” They thought it was hilarious. Amy was driving a beat up four door Chevy Impala. It was a 1974. Kevin liked old stuff. Especially old stuff that had been through stuff. Her Impala looked like it had been through a war. On the losing side. Kevin was hanging out at the Wicker Ridge square with a high school...
Philippa stooped over her crystal ball. It had been a rattling good show last night! She had gone contentedly to bed after watching the unbeliever Roberta fight the bandit Alfonso and nearly die, her naked body sliced up time and time again before she forced the coward to give in, even though he wasn't hurt nearly as badly as she. She was without doubt a great fighter - quite the very best. Whatever weapons she used, sword, arrow, her own body or the whip, she always prevailed. But she...
Roberta finished going over in her mind the painful experiences that she had undergone since leaving Philippa and Rodolfo at the bandit's cave. It had certainly been a very unpleasant few months one way and another. She looked down at her body and saw the horrible scars the Town Tormentor's white hot irons had given her, just as the equally unpleasant burns from her first spell under torture had begin to fade. And she felt her still tender back and all the ridges and furrows there where she...
Jean couldn’t believe her eyes. Well, given the legends she could – but then again. What the fuck was going on. A petite Asian woman was going to town on that boy’s cock. It looked consensual, given the way his eyes were rolling back in his head. She was gorgeous, but surely way out of that boy’s league. They were sex demons for a reason, she supposed. Jean was perched in a vent above. It was starting to get uncomfortable, but she’d been in worse positions for longer, and besides, it was...
The further I got into August, the faster time seemed to go. Everyone knew I was leaving soon, and none seemed too happy about it. The worst ones handling my imminent departure were the R's. On more than one night I ended up comforting them in my bed. "It's not fair!" wailed Roberta or Rose. "We just get here, and you leave." I would hug them. "I know, and I'm sorry. But my employment contract is only for the summer. If I could stay here longer I would, but I can't." "What if...
Sex with Rachel became less important the closer the twins' return came. There were other things I would not be able to do with her that seemed more difficult to let go of. Like her smile when I walked into the mansion, it welcomed me as her man and not her sons' best friend. She sprang her gifts on me during our last night together. I arrived at the mansion dejected. I wondered if it were possible to fuck from the moment she opened the door until we had to pick up the twins. Rachel let...
Sarah gropped her perky 34B breasts, pushing them together to make them bigger. Sighing she gave up and had a quick check to the rest of her young 17 year old body. She had beautiful pale skin without any blemishes, nice long copper hair that almost fell to her well rounded ass. She was only 5ft tall and was the shortest girl in her grade but she knew what she lacked in height she made up in beauty. She had big innocent green eyes and a cute straight nose and small pouty lips that made...
Springtime for Summers (c) 2002 by Nom de Plume Anne Summers had always thought that Christmas would be the worst time. The death of her husband Patrick the preceding September had been such a devastating shock, she had barely gone through the motions that first December, in an effort to create a semblance of joy for her three year old daughter Lindy. In her fragile state, she had succumbed to the smooth advances of her investment advisor, Andrew Nash, a...
AnnSummers! When shopping for sex toys, lingerie, or even something for your BDSM backroom exploits, it’s always important to choose a retailer you can trust. Well, perhaps you enjoy walking into your local sex shop and chatting with the cashier, telling them how you appreciated their nipple clamp suggestions last week, but not everyone is into that.In the 21st century, most people prefer to purchase their sexual paraphernalia discreetly from the comfort of their own homes. But, still, it’s...
Online Sex Toys ShopsMrs. Summers’ SlipsChapter 1, "Curiosity" Shortly after my thirteenth birthday, I discovered the appendage between my legs had another use. As I experimented with these new-found sensations sometimes 3-times a day, and usually with the assistance of a purloined stroke mag), it became very clear that I preferred looking at pictures of partially clad women over full frontal nudity. By partially clad, I mean looking at pictures of women wearing seductive or frilly bras, panties, nightgowns, etc....
Realizing that I was on board, Summer’s face lit up. She jumped at me, wrapping her arms around me giving me a big hug.Ashley sat down on the couch across from us.“You’re sure about this?”Summer looked at me tentatively.“Yeah, we’re sure.”“Wait!” Summer spoke up. “What about Maddie? You’re sure that she won’t be mad at me?”“As I said, there’s no possession or jealousy. We all understand that we’re free to do what we want.”With her mind at ease, or at least the pretense of guilt removed, Summer...
CuckoldAfter Summer’s threesome with Darren and Carl, she continued to see Darren on and off for a few months. After just a few dates though, Summer complained to me that Darren was starting to get jealous and possessive. He didn’t care about me, but when she was with him and her phone rang he’d want to know who was calling, or if she wasn’t free to meet up with him he’d demand to know if she was going out with someone else (she usually was). Things came to a boil when Darren found out that she’d been...
CuckoldNOTE: There’s no sex here and calling it a romance tale is a stretch. More accurate, it’s about the end of one romance and the potential start of another. It’s the drama in between that I hope readers will find compelling. ***** Dan Kramer had been smitten with twenty-year old weightlifting star Lexie Mandel from the first time he saw her compete. No surprise, for he was one of many male strength athletes who admired her, as beautiful as she was strong and athletic, a five-foot seven,...
Another sun-drenched day, but now the late afternoon sun’s turning fiery red as it sinks in the sky. Sticky, humid, my skin feels hot, grimy under my fingertips. Looking down at my bare arms in the last orange light of the setting sun, I’m amazed by how brown I’ve turned since the beginning of the week. The blended aroma of hot-dogs, candyfloss and the acrid electrical tang of the rides bathe me in weary contentment. Fifties’ rock’n’roll blares. ‘Dook … dook … dook of Earl. Da-da da da-da…’I...
Golden Mom CHAPTER ONE Peggy looked around carefully. She had to piss, piss badly, and the house was too far away. She was one of those women who, when they had to piss, had to piss immediately. When she had to hold it in, she became acutely uncomfortable, and much to her embarrassment, had pissed into her pants at certain times. She was in the vegetable garden, and it would have been easy to piss if she had been wearing a dress. But she was wearing jeans, tight jeans....
Jean came running to my room one day. This was not unusual everything seemed to get her excited. She was very hyper. " You have to come with me and see what I found." she said. I followed her thinking it was just another thing that Jean thought was exciting but didn't interest me.I followed her into Tom's room. She went to the closet and said " look at all this stuff he's been hiding in here." She a stack of magazines. Of course there was the Playboy and Penthouse magazines but there were also...
It was a plain old ordinary day. Certainly not a day where you would expect to find something that would change your life. But while walking you tripped face first and landed on the floor. You didn't like tripping but at least you didn't hurt yourself. On the ground, you saw a shiny round object. Curious you picked it up. The moment you did you instantaneously knew all about it. You knew that it was called The Golden Mind Control Orb and that it gave you the power to manipulate...
I hadn’t been at my new—and first—embassy posting for more than three days when the Vientiane chief of station called me into his office to give me an important assignment. “Yes, I can see how important the assignment is, Luther,” I said to the Agency’s head spy in Laos, “But why me? I mean I didn’t finish training at the Farm until three weeks ago, and I’m barely on the ground here and you’re already giving me a make or break assignment.” “Look around, Win,” Luther said in a slow drawl, as...
Silence. Silence practically echoed through the alley. Then a sharp sound. A dog barked. There was the sound of padded footsteps. Then it all went quiet again. It was very black. She couldn't see anything. All she could do was hear. Hear the horrible silence. She hated it. She hated the silence, but it was slowly becoming common place for her after many sleepless days and nights. The only thing worse than the sounds were the smells. Rotten food. Garbage. Worms after it rained. Wet dog. All...
THE STORY SO FAR Immediately after her escape from Hell Island, a feat none had previously though possible, Roberta and her loyal follower Paula had been captured by bandits. At the bandit lair, Roberta had been ritually flogged at the behest of the female sage, Philippa, in order to collect enough of her blood for the wise old woman to use in order to divine Roberta's guilt or innocence by mystic means. This oracle had pronounced the wronged Roberta an innocent woman. The pair then left...
Dim footsteps echoed through his head. The plastic rope twined around his wrists stung like a thousand tiny bee stings. His mouth was dry, his head was pounding with the parched force of a nasty headache and his chest continued to burn poisonously. ‘He’s awake.’ An Arctic voice enveloped him in freezing air. Jun opened his eyes. A toothy grin greeted him, planted on the face of a reddish-brown man. His slanted eyes glinted in the musty light. Jun squirmed back into his chair. ‘What the...