Sunshine Valley
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Author’s note:
Thank you to the wonderful, breathtakingly handsome Brit for the super-quick turnaround on this story.
To my readers, this story was written at the request of some of you. I hope you enjoy it, and them VOTE to help me win the Holiday Winter Contest, and COMMENT to let me know your thoughts!
xoxo,
Annie
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She was having a deliciously sexy dream. Warm lips were kissing along her shoulder toward her neck, licking and nibbling, as if she were too tempting not to taste. A big hand was stroking her naked side lazily, its roughened skin awakening her nerve endings in remembered pleasure.
Leanne inhaled deeply, and her lungs filled with earthy, male scent.
Joe. Last night. It wasn’t a dream.
Her mind fumbled to sew patches of memories into coherence. An unfamiliar sensation tickled her brain, and she thumbed the delicate ring on her finger.
Ah!
Leanne exhaled loudly and rolled to her back, blinking her eyes open. Joe seemed hesitant in the almost-darkness, even as his hand slid across her belly and then up, taking advantage of her new position to cup her breast.
‘Hey there, princess.’
His eyes searched hers. She wasn’t sure what his reservations were all about, but now that she remembered, she herself had none whatsoever.
‘Hey, cowboy.’
She smiled and stretched, pushing her soft flesh more fully into his hand, and wiggled her hips until his morning erection nudged at her side. Her grin widened and she reached for it, wrapping her fingers around him. Joe hissed, and thrust into her loose fist.
‘Argh, God, Leanne…’
She started stroking him lightly, relishing the feel of velvety skin gliding over his rigid shaft. Joe shifted half-over her, his knee nudging hers open, though he kept his weight on his arms and knees so as not to crush her. Leanne’s smile turned wicked as she made full use of the extra room for movement.
Joe closed his eyes and groaned low. ‘Leanne, please, just – wait a second okay?’
She paused mid-stroke, but didn’t release her grip. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘You sure it’s safe?’
Her smile faltered, and she bit her lip. ‘I feel fine after last night.’
Joe looked uneasy, but determined. ‘I didn’t know last night, baby. Let’s play it safe until we ask your doctor, okay?’ At her disappointed nod, his lips curled into a little smile. ‘Good thing we know some… non-invasive techniques, hmm?’
A giggle escaped her. ‘I like the way you think, cowboy!’ She gave his dick an approving squeeze before resuming her teasing strokes. Her other hand curled at his nape to bring his head closer and whisper in his ear. ‘My skills may be little rusty… maybe you could remind me how it’s done?’
His cock jumped in her grip even as he moved over her, held her head in place with both his hands, and bent to seize her lips with his.
*
Her hand stilled as she focused on his kiss, and Joe was grateful. He had to keep his head, even if he couldn’t stop – he needed her too much, needed the closeness and intimacy of lovemaking to reassure him that they really were back together, that she had agreed to be his forever.
But he was too close to the edge of his self-control. Tugging at her hand, he pressed it to the pillow above her head before finding her other and bringing it up, too, so he could hold them in one of his own.
‘Yes, I did promise you some tutoring, didn’t I?’
Leanne whimpered. Joe bent and placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder, making her squirm and turn her head away to grant him full access, even when her knees opened and she tilted her hips in unmistakable invitation.
He smiled against her skin and brought his fingers to her mouth. ‘Remember the first tip I gave you?’
She grinned and took two of his fingers between her lips, using her tongue to coat them with saliva.
‘Mmm, very good.’ Joe withdrew his fingers, reached down between her thighs, and started stroking gently at the seam of her slit. His middle finger slipped in-between the outer folds to glide along the softness inside, and her eyes widened. He kept his movements smooth and steady, timing them to the beat of her pulse at her throat, gradually increasing in pace. Their eyes locked. Leanne trembled with pleasure under his touch, her pupils so distended he could see her soul.
His lubricated, callused pad found that spot right under her clit that he remembered drove her crazy, and pressed it in tiny circles. Leanne trembled and her pussy creamed, making his fingers glide faster. It was Joe’s turn to shudder. He repeated the minute motion over and over until her breath caught in her lungs and her inner muscles squeezed, and a small gush of slippery heat soaked his fingertips.
‘Come here, baby. I need a taste. Straddle me.’
At her disoriented look Joe chuckled, and helped her maneuver into place above him, facing his torso. Her slim thighs framed his head, her pussy inches from his face as she leaned forward, and his palms moved to the creases of her hips to take some of her weight. He spread her open with his thumbs, exposing the pink perfection hiding under her patch of soft blonde curls.
Joe breathed in her sweet, salty scent and raised his head to swipe the flat of his tongue between her creamy labia. Her taste filled his mouth and he pulled her closer for a deeper lick, his nose nudging her opening, so lost to sensation it took a moment to register the sudden heat that engulfed his own sex.
He threw his head back and cried out with acute pleasure when she sucked him into her mouth while one soft hand wrapped tightly around his base, jerking in time to her bobbing head.
‘Fuck, princess, slow down… it’s too good!’ he begged hoarsely.
At first it seemed she didn’t hear him, or if she did, was not going to abide. But after a few more agonizingly sweet moments she raised her head, releasing him with a pop, and twisted to look at him over her shoulder, her hand going back to slow, teasing pumps.
‘You sure about that, cowboy?’
Absolutely not, he thought, but all he did was hold her eyes as he raised his head to suck her flesh into his mouth, hoping it felt half as good to her as it did him.
She moaned and lowered her torso so that she lay on top of him and returned to his cock, licking his whole length like a kitten, occasionally pausing to suckle only his head between her lips, tasting his pre-cum.
With effort, he focused his attention on the sweet pussy grinding his face. He loved how honest she was in her lovemaking, how unashamed of her needs. When she wanted a deeper touch she simply asked for it, with her body if not with words. Joe wrapped his arms around her and pulled even closer to bury his face between her thighs, sucking deeper, only drawing back for quick stolen breaths before returning for more.
Her movements were becoming less coordinated as she got close to her climax. Joe kept going as she threw her head back and pressed herself into his mouth, her thighs shaky, crying out her need. He kept going as her pussy seemed to swell against his tongue, and then contracted repeatedly, filling his mouth with fresh girl cum. His arms tightened as she bucked and jerked over him, at the same time trying to get closer and move away from the overwhelming sensations, until finally, slowly, her orgasm subsided and she slumped, breathing hard, over him.
He rested his own head back on the pillow and tried to rein in his raging desire long enough to let her catch her breath. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to flip her over onto her back and bury himself balls deep inside her tight body, but that wasn’t an option right then. Not until they knew it was safe, with the baby.
God, she was carrying his baby.
The thought sobered him enough to take the edge off. What
happened to slow and easy?! he could swear that was his intention when he woke her up that morning. Now he had to consciously relax his muscles and control his breathing as he pushed her gently and then rolled her to her back, moving to lie between her thighs with his weight carefully on his elbows.
She smiled up at him, her eyes unfocused and glazed over. ‘Wow.’ she muttered laughingly, and cupped his cheeks with her hands, her thumbs tracing the slippery wetness on his cheeks, nose and lips. He grinned at her awestruck expression.
‘You’re welcome, princess.’ He grumbled, and shifted so that the length of his dick rested along her slit, sandwiched between her swollen outer folds and his own abdomen, and started to move slowly.
Leanne hissed as his hard shaft pressed against her over-sensitive clitoris, and Joe stilled.
‘Too much?’ he asked, trembling with the effort to keep from grinding again.
She moved carefully against him. ‘God it’s so intense… no, not too much. Please don’t stop.’
Thank God, he thought, even as he let his body take over. He rubbed himself against her slowly, fully, savoring every expression on her pretty, flushed face in the dim light filtering through the heavy hotel room curtains. The way she smiled and her eyes half-rolled back with pleasure. The way she bit her lips when it got so overwhelming it was borderline uncomfortable. The way she gasped mutely and arched, forcing them in closer contact still. The way she opened her eyes to lock their gazes, and begged him to go faster. Harder.
Pleasure mounted, boiling in his heavy balls with every stroke, every glide of his cock against her soft, wet pussy, until it erupted, his cum spewing between them to land in thick, white ropes on her sweet belly, one jet shooting far enough to catch her puckered nipple.
Leanne’s body shook and her hands tightened on his ass, and he realized she was coming again, grinding jerkily up against his still-pulsating shaft. His eyes flew up to her face to watch her open-mouthed ecstasy. If he hadn’t just come, he would have at that moment, from seeing that.
With a deep grunt he rolled to his back and took her with him, holding her body close to his as she continued to squeeze against him every few moments, thankfully humping his hip now instead of his spent, too-sensitive dick. He chuckled and hugged her, pulling her to rest her head on his chest, making the sticky cum on her belly rub into his own skin.
‘I’m getting you all messy,’ she protested half-heartedly, and he suppressed another chuckle and looked into her not-quite worried eyes.
‘That means you did it right, baby,’ he smiled. ‘But just so you know, the shower here is phenomenal. Wanna share?’
Leanne nodded a bit shyly, and he was reminded how relatively new all this was to her. She had bloomed in their two months together over the summer from a blushing, if enthusiastic, virgin into a confident, adventurous, sexy woman, but the following months apart seemed to have reinstated some of her self-doubts. He was determined to help rid her of them, for good this time.
‘Come on. Let’s get cleaned up. We’ve got a big day ahead.’
He stood and held out his hand, and Leanne took it and stood, too, but he could see her gnawing at her lower lip. With a deep sigh, he pulled her back into his arms.
‘What’s worrying you, baby?’
‘You know. The appointment. I mean, what if something’s wrong?’
‘Do you feel like there’s something wrong?’ he asked gently.
She shook her head, and he bent to kiss her lightly. ‘Then let’s not assume that, okay? If there’s anything that needs facing then we’ll do it, together.’ He stressed that last word, and she nodded mutely.
With a reassuring smile he tugged her hand, and she followed him into the fancy en-suite.
*
They arrived at the doctor’s office with a half-hour to spare. Leanne spent the first few minutes filling out various forms, and then left Joe in the waiting room, which was still decorated in full Halloween spirit, to follow the nurse inside.
She was given a plastic cup with her details stickered on it, and instruction to leave her urine sample on the tray. Once that was done, the nurse measured her weight and blood pressure, and then gestured for her to go back outside and wait for Dr. Shanti to call her in.
‘Dr. Shanti?’ Joe raised his eyebrows at that. ‘What kind of a name is that for a doctor? Are you sure she is legit?’
Leanne scowled at him. ‘She helped Elaine deliver both the twins and Sofia, so, yeah, I’m sure.’
‘Sorry.’ He mumbled apologetically. ‘I just wasn’t expecting a-‘
‘A foreign name?’
He shrugged, and Leanne pursed her lips. After a moment of awkward silence, she half-turned to him, holding his eyes. ‘You know, this really pisses me off.’
‘What?’ he tried to look innocent, but she could see the hint of shame in his eyes. Good. At least he realized he was being a bigoted pig. Still, she couldn’t let it go with that. It hit too close to home.
‘You assuming Dr. Shanti is less than qualified because of her name, that’s what.’ She swallowed hard, and dropped her head, unwilling to show him the full extent of her hurt when she added quietly – ‘You might as well have called her a ‘bad seed’.’
Silence greeted her words, and then gentle fingers took hold of her chin and tilted it up so that he could meet her eyes.
‘I’m sorry.’ He repeated quietly. ‘For saying that. I should never have done that.’
‘You thought it, Joe. That’s the part that hurt the most. You believed it. You said that as a farmer, you knew nothing good ever came out of a bad seed.’ She gulped. ‘You looked at me, but you didn’t even see me. All you could see was William Richardson’s daughter. And you hated me every bit as you hated him. I saw it in your eyes.’
Her voice was anguished. She knew it was probably the wrong place and the wrong time to open it, but she couldn’t hold back.
Joe dropped his gaze. ‘I was hurt, Leanne.’ He said, and then looked at her. ‘I felt betrayed, and so freakin’ angry it felt like I’d explode. I lashed out because I wanted you to hurt as bad as I did.’ He shook his head helplessly. ‘It was juvenile and wrong, I know that. And I really am sorry.’
He reached for her hand and after a moment’s hesitation she let him take it, needing his touch as much as he needed hers.
‘I almost didn’t tell you about the baby because of it.’ She admitted in a low voice, and ignored his audible gasp as she met his eyes. ‘Think about it. If I was ‘bad seed’ for having the blood of your mother’s killer in my veins – well, so does my baby. He or she will be his grandchild.’
Joe paled, and she watched warily as he processed it in his mind. But after a moment he said quietly, ‘It will be my mother’s grandchild, too.’
She bit her lips, and nodded. Joe drew her into his arms, and this time she went willingly, burying her face in the crook of his neck as his hands smoothed over her back, pressing her close
‘Forgive me, please.’ he murmured in her ear, and she squeezed him tight and nodded, unable to answer in words. Joe exhaled his relief, and kissed her head. ‘Thank you.’ She nodded again.
*
‘Dr. Shanti will see you now.’
Joe drew back reluctantly at the nurse’s professionally cheerful voice. He saw Leanne wipe her cheeks surreptitiously, but didn’t comment, and instead got up to his feet and held out his hand.
They walked into the clean, airy, well-organized office with its large bay window overlooking UC Davis’s main campus, which lay across Russell Boulevard. Across the desk sat one of the most strikingly beautiful middle-aged women Joe had ever seen. Her dark brown hair fell in thick waves to just below her shoulders, and her chocolate-colored eyes, large and almond-shaped, smiled at them in kind reassurance. She motioned for them to have a seat, and then reached her hand out to Leanne.
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br> ‘Hi, I’m Dr. Shanti Jain, and you must be Leanne Sommers. Elaine had told me you are like a daughter to her, and that I was to treat you as such. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’
Joe saw Leanne blink rapidly as she shook the doctor’s hand. ‘Thank you, doctor. And thank you for taking me on without health insurance.’ She paused and threw an undecided look his way before resuming. ‘I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it.’
Shit. She didn’t have insurance. He needed to take care of that ASAP. He could probably extend her insurance from her seasonal position at the farm if he acted quickly. He needed to consult with Tammy. His sister would know, as head of HR and CFO at Sun Valley, this kind of thing was her bread and butter.
‘And you must be the expectant father?’ Dr. Shanti’s voice broke through his jumbled thoughts and he coughed and then shook her hand. ‘Yes, ma’am. I mean, doctor.’ He stuttered. Dr. Shanti smiled.
‘I know you two must be anxious. First check-up is always stressful, so let’s keep the conversation for later, and start off with the exam, shall we?’
At their nods, Dr. Shanti got up and walked over to a curtained-off section of her office, and pulled the divider back to reveal a gynecologist’s chair surrounded by all kinds of high-tech looking medical devices.
‘All right, Leanne, please remove your pants and your panties and put on this gown for me, and then have a seat and cover yourself with this paper sheet. Let me know when you’re ready, okay?’
Leanne moved behind the curtain and pulled it closed, and they could hear the rustle of clothes and papers. Joe felt his anxiety and excitement rising in tandem, and started pacing the tiny office. Dr. Shanti gave him a knowing, amused look, but didn’t comment as she walked over to the office door and locked it, lest someone came in at an inconvenient moment.
‘I’m ready.’ Leanne sounded and Dr. Shanti pulled the curtain open again, but stopped Joe before he could follow her.
‘I’m just going to give her a quick routine checkup before moving on to the ultrasound.’ She gave him a polite but firm look. ‘I’ll invite you in for that.’
Joe stepped back and let her close the privacy divider in his face, feeling decidedly left out. He listened to the sounds coming from the other side, Dr. Shanti’s gentle but direct voice telling Leanne to scoot all the way to the end and put her feet up in the stirrups, and then her murmured apology for the discomfort and her advice to ‘try and relax’ as she proceeded to check her up.
After a few moments, though, he heard her say ‘Okay, we’re all good! Let’s see how your baby’s doing, shall we?’ and, at Leanne’s hum of consent, he was ushered inside.
He stood next to Leanne’s side and took her hand, knowing his palm was sweaty but unable to do anything about that fact. He was nervous as hell. Leanne squeezed his fingers, and he realized she was anxious, too. It somehow made him feel better. Dr. Shanti switched on the ultrasound machine and then took the probe in her hand, squeezed some gel on top, and then peeled back the paper covering Leanne’s lap to expose her lower abdomen, and squeezed some gel there as well.
‘I am doing transabdominal and not transvaginal because based on the date of your last menstrual period you should be far enough along for that.’ She clarified as she started moving the probe around. Leanne nodded.
‘Let’s see what we’ve got here,’ Dr. Shanti said, and rolled a little closer to Leanne to get a better angle with her arm. A moment later a bleary, black-and-white image appeared on the screen, and everyone’s eyes were riveted to it. At first there seemed to be nothing, only white noise. But then a large black bubble-like shape appeared, and inside it, something that looked like a greyish-white, plump peanut.
‘There it is.’ Dr. Shanti said with evident satisfaction, and moved her probe some more. The peanut changed slightly to reveal a larger, rounder side that looked decidedly like a head – complete with a recognizable baby profile! – and some additional bumps coming out of the smaller part.
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April awoke to the sound of a winter wind blowing outside her window. She shivered a little at the sound, then sat up and took a couple deep breaths. To her relief, she didn’t cough and her lungs felt more or less clear. After checking her temperature to confirm that her fever was gone, April jumped out of bed and stretched.“It’s over,” she said aloud to the empty room, “That fucking disease is really over.”April had been bedridden for most of the last month. It had begun with a nasty flu and...
AnalMelinda and her husband Mike used to go all out at Christmas time, decorating every inch of the house, inside and out. It was her favorite holiday. One of the traditions Melinda brought from her childhood was the family setting up the tree the first Sunday of December. Nowadays it was not just their kids, but grandkids as well. The sounds of children giggling, a serenade of Christmas melodies, make that day extra special. This year however just wasn’t the same, because her husband divorced her...
Straight SexChristmas at the Jones's. By Tanya H. For Lina, Becca and all the women who were strong and brave enough. Christmas Morning. A good family Christmas centres on tradition and hosting hers in her brand new (dream) house made Mum understandably nervous. I didn't help when I'd messaged, a few days earlier, to say I'd be bringing my boyfriend having decided the time was right to disprove the suggestion I'd invented him to try and reassure Mum. She met me on the driveway, as I...
2003 © Thank you Angel for all your wonderful help. It was a long five hour drive from the hospital. Seven year old Tim had bee n a constant visitor with his father, going there to see his mother since she had been diagnosed with cancer last spring. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and it was snowing very hard. They had to get home before Santa came. Tim was very excited about Christmas, even though his mother wouldn't be home. Spending the day with he r had helped young Tim a lot. They took...
A big thank you to Tigerjen for taking time out of her busy schedule to edit my story at the last minute… And I mean the last minute! * * * * * It was a long five hour drive from the hospital. Seven year old Tim, and his father had been doing it since his mother had been diagnosed with cancer, last spring. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and it was snowing very hard. They had to get home before Santa came. Tim was very excited about Christmas, even though his mother wouldn’t be home. Spending the...
Dear Diary, Well, this has been another interesting Christmas for me, it is the seventh anniversary of my parents death, my seventh Christmas without a family. I didn't expect much for Christmas; only a few friends here at College know my story. The ones that had money and could afford them gave me presents. I got three or four small things, nothing major or worth mentioning and I gave my friends presents that I could afford. I did my usual bit for humanity by working in a soup kitchen and...
Chapter One Twenty-eight days before Christmas I found myself in a remote, fortified camp in what seemed to be a million miles from nowhere. I am Lieutenant Eric Steiger, United States Navy, and I command a mixed unit of Marines and Navy SEALs. Our mission is to gather intelligence on arms being transported from Iran into Afghanistan. ‘Hey, Lieutenant. The supply helo is about ten minutes out. Do you have anything that needs to go back to headquarters?’ Chief Petty Officer Thomas Kincaid...
Christmas On Duty Copyright Oggbashan December 2012Minor edit December 2013The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. *************************************************Our office party was set for Christmas Eve...
Step dad, mum and college lass: Everything under a Christmas tree should be opened with relish and delight....Some may say I’m lucky, others who share the same birthday as me, will take a different view. My birthday falls on Christmas Day. Yet here I was getting up excited and very early on Christmas morning just turned eighteen. I was prepared as usual for the ‘single double’ present that covered both birthday and Christmas. But at least it was under a tree. The tree I had helped decorate with...
Christmas On Duty Copyright Oggbashan December 2012Minor edit December 2013The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. *************************************************Our office party was set for...
Christmas at Thanatos Manor – Part One Dear Reader. Here's a cruel and depraved little confection to brighten yourholiday season. So put down the ribbons and wrapping paper and spend a fewminutes with the members of the Thanatos Society as they gather at the Manorto celebrate Christmas. Like most of my tales, this one is not for the faintof heart. If you would like to let me know what you think of this story, youmay contact me at [email protected] Cerberus A leather-clad chauffeur...
That was the awkward Christmas. I had come back from my sophomore year at college, visiting my parents for a few days — the first time I felt like a visitor in the house I grew up in. My younger brother, Randy, had accepted an invitation to go skiing with some cousins, a trip that my other obligations made impossible for me. His absence turned the time with my parents a bit more claustrophobic. Then, with only me and my parents in the house, they decided on a table-top Christmas tree instead of...
However, the coming Friday was Christmas. Instead of celebrating, she would spend the day sleeping late, enjoying a TV dinner, while watching one of her old taped movies, like “Gone with the Wind.” Or so she thought, the phone rang. When she answered it, it was her mother. She was calling to invite Melinda to come home for Christmas, after all she was only forty miles away. As usual, mom wouldn’t take no for an answer. “But Mom, I don’t feel like celebrating, it brings back too many...
Christmas Story Two Here Kitty Kitty I was away at college during the holidays. My mother was home all alone, since dad had died earlier in the year. I didn’t have the money or anyway to get home so mom would have to face this first Christmas all alone. I missed being home for Thanksgiving and my roommate knew it. He tried to comfort me, he tried to get me drunk, and he even tried to get me laid too. As it got closer to Christmas I told him that my mother had been born on...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2012 Minor edit December 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. ************************************************* Our office party was set for Christmas Eve starting...
I loathe Christmas. In fact I loathe any prescribed festivity which obliges one to feign good will towards people one is at best indifferent to at all other times. Christmas is especially vile since the people most likely to go into a huff over the gift you’ve bought them are those who have spent weeks telling you, “It’s the thought that counts.” And you can’t go shopping without being force fed trite sentiment masquerading as music, much as turkeys are twice-stuffed, alive and dead. I said as...
CheatingIntroduction: This is a romance between two young people thrown together by an unlikely set of circumstances, at Christmas time. If you are looking for a porn story, you will be disappointed. If you are looking for a lot of wild sex, you will be disappointed. But if you are looking for a tale of romance and generosity, a story about growth and selflessness, I hope you will read and enjoy. I would be remiss if I did not thank my muse, the amazing woman who keeps me sane and happy.*"Mr. Summers,...
It’s Christmas Eve and you’d think I’d be happy and excited for tomorrow, but to me, it’s just another day. My foster guardians, I’m certainly not going to call them parents, don’t give a shit about Christmas. Rick McCray and his rotten tooth wife Caroline, who are supposed to be my guardians will most likely spend their Christmas all strung out on crack. Rick deals but also uses and Caroline only uses. Crack’s not the only drug they ingest. They’ll take anything they can get. Crack’s just...
The British prime minister shuffled up to the lectern as the cameras went live. He was once described as being like a dishevelled blond orangutang. Tonight that description seemed apt.A last-minute news conference had been called on the Saturday before Christmas. All across the country, people were looking forward to a brief respite from the lockdowns. They had been promised five days of freedom by the orangutang.They weren't going to get it.The Coronavirus had mutated and now there were...
ThreesomesThe Curse JoAnne forced her way brusquely through the dense crowd toward the Thai place on the corner. Lord, she hated holiday shopping – screaming brats, the jarring sounds of ringing bells, the constant fucking “gimme, gimme, gimme” of the damn “charity” workers. As if they weren’t really there to guilt you into forking over the goddamn money. And all these fucking people just kept on bumping against her, wrinkling her $2000 black skirt and jacket power suit. Didn’t they have somewhere to...
This story, although fictitious, is based heavily on true events and true people, just the names have been changed and it's mostly my own fantasies that are touched upon in the actions.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was a brisk chilly Christmas eve, the 24th of December.I was staying with my gorgeous girlfriend at her mum's house. My parents were away on holiday and my girlfriend always spends Christmas with her mother, and...
Christmas Surprise By Margaret Jeanette Terry and Jennifer Buxton had everything going for them. Married eight years and having their own real estate business that was thriving gave them a good life style. Jennifer was nominal president of the company while Terry was listed as vice president. All major decisions were made by both of them. They had 10 agents working for them and each one seemed to show success in selling properties. It was three weeks before Christmas and lunch...
A Christmas Sex Party My wife of ten years is the sales rep for a plastic whole sale company. She sells recycled raw product to factories and manufacturing companies in a fairly large region including the east coast and into the mid-east states. Using email and a phone she is able to do a lot of her work from an office in our home. This allows her to be at home most days to spend quality time with our two kids, Mat 6 and Jessie 4. To maintain personal contact with most of her...
Melinda and her husband Mike used to go all out at Christmas time, decorating every inch of the house, inside and out. It was her favorite holiday. One of the traditions Melinda brought from her childhood was the family setting up the tree the first Sunday of December. Nowadays it was not just their kids, but grandkids as well. The sounds of children giggling, a serenade of Christmas melodies, make that day extra special. This year however just wasn't the same, because her husband divorced her...
We made a pit stop at the sandwich shop and then caught a taxi. I took her to Fashion Valley Center. She looked a bit nervous when she saw how everyone else was dressed. I was wearing the same comfortable polo shirt and jeans that I'd been wearing when she met me. Seeing that she was nervous I led her into Nordstrom's and then into the women's clothing section where I located a sales attendant. "Hi Barbara. My name is Rich and this is my friend Lynn." "Hi Rich, Lynn, it's a pleasure...
The day of Christmas Eve was quiet and low-key. I think both of us were a little worn out by the constant activity of the previous week and glad to have a restful day at home. I spent some time puttering on the computer--no dire emails this time, thank goodness!--and caught up a bit on the novel I was reading. I found a few moments to wrap the St. Christopher medallion I'd bought Mike at the street fair, smiling as I remembered dancing in the square and kissing under the mistletoe. Had it...
“Elfi,” a male voice barked, directly to my left. I winced as the sound exploded against my eardrums, and angry flecks of saliva slapped against my cheek. “Get back to fucking work. Now!”If that sounded harsh written in English, let me tell you it actually made my skull vibrate in the original German. German is a perfect language for shouting.The words came from my boss, Klaus Richter, Head of Entertainment at the Christmas market in Berlin, where I worked. My muscles tensed, my hands started...
TransThis work is copyrighted material. Anyone wishing to copy, archive, or re-post this story must contact the author for permission. This is a sequel to 'Christmas Star'. Christmas Wish By Paul G Jutras "Today's the day!" Collen James called out to her sister Jennifer. Colleen couldn't believe that just a year ago, she was Jennifer's brother Carl who had been transformed when they had made wishes upon the Christmas tree star for him to be more like her. Both of them now were...
"Are you ready, yet?", Samantha hollered from their bedroom."Just a little while longer, Baby!", Rick yelled back. "I'll come get you! You just keep watching that video I bought you!"It was Christmas Eve, and Rick had spent hours upon hours planning this night to give Sam her "special" Christmas present, and here it was, Christmas Eve, and all his efforts were coming to fruition. Rick told Samantha to dress up in one of her sexiest, see-thru negligees and watch the video while he set everything...
Keeping things fresh after 10 years of marriage is difficult. It was a fact that our sex life had been on the wane for quite a while before Amy came along, Amy being my husband’s 23 year-old girlfriend. I must admit that I laughed in his face and told him that he must be delusional when he claimed that our beautiful blonde neighbour had propositioned him for sex; the sudden spark we found in the bedroom meant I had played along with his supposed-fantasies and I had been trapped by the truth...
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