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For the next visit, I arrived a little earlier, hoping to see the place with some daylight remaining, but of course, the sun also set a little earlier, so I caught the tail end of twilight. The place still looked gloomy and then my headlights fell on a gutted deer hanging from a crossbeam between two poles. I had neighbors that hunted when I was growing up and I had seen their dead deer, so it didn’t bother me. I got out of my car and stood next to it with my headlights shining on it. I caught the scent of its blood. I’m told this is nauseating to some people, but it brought back arousing memories of watching the buns and biceps of the boy next door while he skinned a deer in their garage. I had a crush on him and I was creaming my jeans, but he never noticed me. I felt a twinge in my pussy as I remembered that. Suddenly I sensed a presence beside me that wasn’t there a moment before. I looked and was startled by a tall man dressed in camoflage from head to toe and carrying a bow.
This is a love story, so it's long and not full of sex. But this is a prequel to Sister Celeste: Snake Charmer. You will have a better understanding of Celeste's career if you read that first. I'm writing from the POV of a woman, which I don't feel particularly comfortable with, but you can be the judge of whether she is plausible.Chapter 1I hadn't been practicing long when Dr. F showed a troubling case file to me. Her first erectile dysfunction patient had stopped getting testosterone...
Love StoriesThis is a love story, so it’s long and not full of sex. But this is a prequel to Sister Celeste: Snake Charmer. You will have a better understanding of Celeste’s career if you read that first. I’m writing from the POV of a woman, which I don’t feel particularly comfortable with, but you can be the judge of whether she is plausible. Chapter 1 I hadn’t been practicing long when Dr. F showed a troubling case file to me. Her first erectile dysfunction patient had stopped getting testosterone...
The Stories of Ted and Celeste TED AND CELESTE. He came into the room, and there she was-sitting in the armchair, dressedin God, what would you call it? It was a silk teddy that started as a tubetop, leaving her shoulders bare, and swelling over her 36DD's, it dropped tojust over her thighs, and of course her legs were crossed, in nylons, and shewas wearing her black heels. You couldn't quite see her "privates" Tor A-but the outlines were quite provocative. Her thick, dark hair spilledover...
Wow. You guys won’t believe what happened to me last month. I posted this completely made-up piece about how I’d imagined that Celeste kept a mountain hideaway somewhere, a time-share condo, let’s say, where she went to get away from it all and to get time to write her reviews. From time to time (I speculated) she would call on some likely youth to come visit and help her do her research; after all, one aspect of rating fiction is by its plausibility, and sometimes...
A hot June sun glittered on the water’s surface, but the Pacific breeze cooled Jenna and Celeste, as they settled with their drinks at Armando’s Venice Beach cafe.“You might need something stronger than a Frappuchino to get through this afternoon,” Jenna said, and she chugged on the neck of her beer as if to reinforce the point.Celeste eyed her, sipping nervously through her straw. “You think?” She had little doubt, however, as to what had been in Tony’s mind at their meeting the previous day....
ReluctanceCeleste Montreau sat on the edge of her seat in the core living room. On a blanket close by on the floor, Kendall Hanks carefully examined a stuffed bunny for the tenth time in as many minutes. When the baby squeezed the toy in the right way, it squeaked; an awe-inspiring feature she hadn’t discovered until ten minutes earlier. Celeste explained, “So, when the last of their children entered the first grade, I was no longer needed unless I only wanted to work two or three hours a day or help...
Celeste – A Thanatos Society Tale – Part Three Celeste Swift balances on her bondage boots beside her Master, Karl Davidoff.The thin metal wires that make up her bra and thong dig cruelly into her flesh.But this discomfort is trivial compared to the psychological anguish she suffersas she watches the video. It is a recording of her first hours as a captiveof the Thanatos Society. She looks at the image of herself when she was onlyfourteen years old. Tall for her age even then, she is dwarfed by...
One night, this woman I used to hook up with on occasion told me this story, one of her favorite sexual experiences. I filled in some details, but the gist is exactly how she told me.When she was almost 18, Celeste was a high school senior, and was hanging out with her friends, including a few that were a year older and were already in college. Celeste was a thin girl with light-brown hair. She had a nice figure and was popular and outgoing. More than a few guys had explicit crushes on her as...
"Matt, are you drunk?"There were legal reasons Aunt Celeste wanted to know my state of intoxication. I'd just turned 18 and she just couldn't have underage drinking in her house. Also there were reasons of propriety. She was my mother's sister, and surely she had assured mom that she would keep me out of trouble during my visit. I was college shopping and my interview with the admissions dean was scheduled for the next morning. "Nome ma'am" I slurred. I lied. I knew better. But Aunt Celeste...
IncestWhen we left off, I had just come back from a great little oral festival with Mark, Celeste, Fox and myself to find blankets spread out in the living room, and soft jazz music playing. Tom and Don had been watching the four of us play after they had been in the living room playing themselves.We all came in and sat down on the floor except for Don who sat back down in his recliner. Tom sat to my right side slightly in front of me and Fox was on my left slightly in front of me, they were both...
Note: This text was submitted for a contest held a few years ago to explain Celeste's temporary [alas, now permanent] absence from Celestial Reviews on ASSM. Some readers have become confused between the author, the narrator, and characters in the story. One reader even suggested there may be some autobiographical reference involved. This is naïve, but understandable for several reasons. First, the name of the putative author, Homer Vargas, is also the name of a character in the story....
I'm not sure how many parts this will take, and I'm going to try and remember as much as I can, but this happened a long time ago.I had met a couple on a long-since closed adult dating website named Don and Celeste. We chatted back and forth and exchanged pictures for a while, but not much ever came of it until they were about to throw one of their swinger parties. They told me it was a bi orgy party and I should expect at least some soft bi action. I had no idea what I was going to be getting...
I have had a crush on my friend Celeste for a while now, but I've never really known if she's felt the same way about me. She was coming over to my house and I swore to myself that I wasn't going to let her leave without telling her how I felt. To be completely honest, Celeste was terribly sexy, completely fuckable, and straight up desirable. She had long blonde wavy hair and dark green eyes. She was fairly short like me, around five-feet and barley over one hundred pounds. She had an amazing...
LesbianCeleste leaned down and grabbed her suitcases, and slowly walked towards me. In the three years since I’d last seen her, several things had happened. Firstly, I wasn’t about to stoop and scrape and come running at her beck and call. She was a strong young woman; she could carry her own damn bags. Secondly, she had that look on her face, the same look she always gave me when she wanted something. And I knew that unless it was something that didn’t have the potential to hurt me, something that...
The next week was interesting. We got to know each other again, and I noticed something different about her. This may sound strange, but it’s true. Celeste had mostly dealt with the fact that she was dying, and in some strange way, it had freed her. The cruelty and hate and bitterness that she’d felt toward the world for all those unknown reasons had fled her, and she was once again the woman I’d originally fallen in love with. She smiled and laughed more than I remembered, or expected, and...
Baltimore, three years ago: It had been a long week, and I was looking forward to having a few drinks after work at the local watering hole, a favorite place for the employees of DynaTech, the company I programmed for. I entered O’Mally’s Pub and took a stool at the bar, Sam the bartender sliding a glass of tap beer in front of me without asking. He didn’t look for money and I didn’t offer. We would settle before I left, and I trusted him to keep an honest count of the beer I...
Author's Note: I've never written from the POV of a woman before, but I like this character and have a love story in mind for her.I entered the exam room and saw the patient, Mr. P, for the first time. He was 54 years old and seemed to be in pretty good shape. I checked his blood pressure and pulse, both of which were a little high, but that's to be expected given the subject we would soon be talking about. The moment of truth arrived when I asked, "So, what are we seeing you for today?""Well,...
Straight Sex“He that dies pays all debts.” - Stephano, “The Tempest” William Shakespeare One warm afternoon we spent naked, sitting on my bed, telling each other our life stories. We gently frigged each other, not so much to arouse the other, just some friendly touching. My hands were filled with her breasts as she told me about her parents (both dead now) and her sister (aforementioned Spokane problem) and the boys she dated and slept with. Before, when she told me of the men she’d taken to her bed,...
The Angel of Mercy The Lord of Petty Revenges was happy for three weeks after his ultimate revenge on his neighbour. His revenges were fun and exciting and each new disguise gave him pleasure. The spare room in his house, now permanently locked in case Bernard should discover it, had developed into a factory for disguises and a storage space for all the additional clothes he now owned. There was a rack of masks he had made, many more of which were female than male and he now had two...
After I let myself in, I stealthily made my way into her spacious bedroom, expecting to find her still sleeping. I looked to see Celeste reclining on her bed peacefully, lying on her side, presenting me with a delightful view of her superb ass. Although there were no lights on, the early morning sun was spreading out over her bed through the horizontal blinds. She hadn't realized that I was in the room with her yet, and as I took in the sight of the graceful curves of her shapely derriere, I...
Straight SexAfter I let myself in, I stealthily made my way into her bedroom, expecting to find her still sleeping. I looked to see Celeste reclining on her bed peacefully, lying on her side, presenting me with a delightful view of her superb ass. Although there were no lights on, the early morning sun was spreading out over her bed through the horizontal blinds. She hadn't realized that I was in the room with her yet, and as I took in the sight of the graceful curves of her shapely derriere, I felt a...
It was a year after I graduated, and spring was coming around. I had friends who lived in New Orleans. They had always told me it was a big party town. So I flew down there for a couple of weeks. When I got there, all we did was hit the beaches and got trashed every night. I didn’t have to work. I didn’t have to do anything but have some fun. I won’t remember the night I had the most fun. My girlfriends and I had gone to this rave. It was . There were hunks and hot chicks every getting down and...
VoyeurAuthor’s Note: I’ve never written from the POV of a woman before, but I like this character and have a love story in mind for her. I entered the exam room and saw the patient, Mr. P, for the first time. He was 54 years old and seemed to be in pretty good shape. I checked his blood pressure and pulse, both of which were a little high, but that’s to be expected given the subject we would soon be talking about. The moment of truth arrived when I asked, ‘So, what are we seeing you for...
I have had a crush on my friend Celeste for a while now, but I’ve never really known if she’s felt the same way about me. She was coming over to my house and I swore to myself that I wasn’t going to let her leave without telling her how I felt. To be completely honest, Celeste was terribly sexy, completely fuckable, and straight up desirable. She had long blonde wavy hair and dark green eyes. She was fairly short like me, around five-feet and barley over one hundred pounds. She had an amazing...
Copyright © 1997 "Fucking Celeste," I said. "What, honey?" my wife asked. "What's wrong?" "Oh," I chirped. "Did you see Celeste's review of 'Wet-T Shirt'?" June shook her head. "It's funnier than my story. Again. She even stops the review to tell JOKES in the middle of it." "So?" my wife asked. "So I HATE that!" I shouted. "It's not fair. I'm not allowed to do that. And did you see the review of the one before that?" June shook her head. She gave it one...
Another episode in the Random Victories Universe. See Legend Of Hair House, You're Gonna Carry that Weight and Mid Mountain File for background and character introduction, or just try to figure it out. Random Victories: Angels of Mercy Chapter 1: Standard Dungeon Scene Miss M was starting to get furious. She had been held in this essence blocked cell for a week now. The Realities pirates obviously did not know what to do with her and were afraid to let her go. She had...
Hi, Girl’s and Boy’s hope all are you doing well !! Myself Ricky and I are from Delhi. I have been reading ISS stories from past 10 years and I’m a huge fan follower of this website and used to read stories whenever I get a time out from my busy work schedule. Finally. Today I got a chance to share my real life true experience with all my dear ladies and gentlemen. Feedbacks, comments and compliments are most welcome. Any girls or unsatisfied women can contact me for any kind of help or...
Well it was right after a football game, and everyone was leaving. I was waiting around for my ride. All night long I had been drinking from my little bottle of vodka. I was getting real fucked up. And when I’m drunk, I’m fucking horny. All I can think about is dick. Big, long, hard dicks! My panties get so wet and sticky. My pussy just craves a nice . When I’m drunk, all I can think about is getting all my holes stuffed with hard dick. I guess you could say I’m a bit of a . So the fuck what?...
Group SexThis is a story about a naughty nurse and a willing patient, did she mean to jerk me off, or was it all a dream?I have no real fetish for the naughty nurse, but I recently saw a movie from the 1950's with the prim and proper nurses in white and this idea popped into my head. None of it is true, in fact I at 65 plus years old I have never been in a hospital in my life so this is a fantasy!!She was dressed in white, from her neckline to the tips of her toes and her long slender fingers were...
It was evening the day after Christmas when Linda arrived in Los Angeles. Since she was flying in from Honolulu, she could bypass customs and walk straight to baggage claim. Linda was surprised to find a guy waiting for her with a sign saying ‘Linda Spencer’ on it. When she checked with him, he handed her a note from Joyce, ‘Enjoy the limo.’ The driver collected her luggage and escorted Linda out to a black limousine. He drove her to the Charleston Hotel, and opened the door for her then...
Tristan sits up in his bed. For the 3rd time this week he has dreamt of this girl, wanting her, stalking her, destroying her. It’s almost as if subconsciously he was obsessed with her. One thing Tristan knew for sure, there was only one way to satisfy this itch that was driving him crazy and she will not deny him! No matter the cost she would be his. He walks into the walls of the convent on a mission, he had no plan, the only objective-find her. He walks through corridors, the large gardens,...
An Angel of Mercy “500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on…” Ken Dix flipped through the TV guide at a moderate pace, finding nothing but disappointment at every turn. As it was Christmas Eve, every show was a mushy feel-good romp spouting lines about family and goodwill to others. None of that spoke to Ken in the slightest. “Ken?” a voice came from the kitchen. “What’s up, Mom?” “I’ve got my hands full with making everything for dinner tonight, but I’m going to...
After a long & stressful half a year this get away was just what was needed. Negril Jamaica could not be a better spot for hot sun, sandy beaches, warm nights with cool breezes and not to mention hot exotic men! All the elements needed to take your mind and body to a different world. You, Angel & Myself decided to pool some $$$ together & take an awesome end of summer vacation. We found a reasonably priced resort on the western side of the island. Nothing but 4 days & 5 nights...
The unfortunate circumstances of Sister Angela’s abduction along with her young student Bucky were rumored to be a subject of much titillating speculation in the upper echelons of Vatican Hierarchy. Even the future nuns in the novitiate daydreamed of being used in such an obscene manner by rough thugs with no semblance of respect for a dedicated religious person of the female persuasion. It was decided without much input from poor Sister Angela perspective that she should be detached from...
After I let myself in, I stealthily made my way into her spacious bedroom, expecting to find her still sleeping. I looked to see Celeste reclining on her bed peacefully, lying on her side, presenting me with a delightful view of her superb ass. Although there were no lights on, the early morning sun was spreading out over her bed through the horizontal blinds. She hadn’t realized that I was in the room with her yet, and as I took in the sight of the graceful curves of her shapely derriere, I...
You are Celeste Blake - an ex-special forces reconnaissance operative, this helped pave the way for her greatest gift... Infiltration. Now a freelance mercenary, you are a self-made millionaire and still one of the best in your field. You specialize as an infiltrator, a ghost in a time where mechanized security has become the norm. Highly fit, genetically enhanced, and a bit of a natural extrovert. You can sometimes be a bit of a party girl during your downtime. Now pushed to your limits, you...
Angelique and Francoise Chapter 8 The New Beginning I lay there staring at the ceiling. The gentle swaying motion of the boat was extremely relaxing coupled with the quiet noise of the small waves hitting the hull of the boat. "What happened?" I asked himself. The copulation had started off straight forwardly. I had lubricated Jaden's penis, not as large as I had expected and then my rear end had been invaded. Luckily because it had been stretched somewhat the pain was not too...
Greetings, readers! This story is my submission for the 2016 Literotica Winter Holidays Story Contest. Of note, I debated on several different categories to place the story in, such as Erotic Couplings and First time, as it has elements fitting well within each of them. However, I feel that the serious themes discussed in the story fit best with the Romance category, so that’s where I’m submitting it. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you see fit to give it a 5 star rating. Thanks, and Merry...
Mom… The Angel of Mercy: The Story of a Mother’s Unconditional Love.Another reality based fantasy from DizzyDThis story is meant to be fiction, and does not condone sexual activity with minors. However, these incidents do occur, and some parts of any fantasy may be based on actual occurrences.It happened not long after I had passed through puberty. I had never been so sick in my life. My mom had taken me to the doctor, and he diagnosed me with a severe case of the flu and prescribed an...
Sunday, April 22, 2007 (Continued) I discussed my plans with the parents, especially Mom and Dad because they'd be taking the calls. Later that evening, I flew to Memphis, located a reporter typing up a story in his station's office. He was sitting within twenty four feet of the exterior wall, which made it even easier for me to type. During a pause in his typing, I machine-gunned, "Grab your phone, tape recorder and camera. Come to the roof for an interview you'll love." I repeated it...
Angela Blade Chronicles Chapter 2: Switzerland When we left Angela Blade she was learning to cope with life as a three-year-old girl after being a male FBI agent. Not wanting to have to go live with her grandparents in Saudi Arabia a Muslim country. Trying to be a good girl and the daughter of a mafia kingpin. As we begin this chapter the Blade family is getting ready to fly to Switzerland. But daddy I thought we were staying here in Australia for the...
The Mercy of Sarabandeby C Sarabande was an orb-weaver, one of those quietly efficient fairy-killersfor whom long-suffering humans are always grateful. Now fairies are too cleverfor a spider web that sits there, plainly visible, week after week. So Sarabandeused a special silk, invisible to fairies until it was too late. What's more,she built five new webs every night, always in different places from thoseof the night before. She'd then spend the day going from web to web. If theyhad caught...
Sister Angelique was startled from her happy dream of losing her unwanted virginity to a man dressed all in black and wearing two guns on his hips and a huge swollen tool between his legs that promised her the satisfaction she so dreadfully needed despite her vows. It was the sound of the yelling Indians riding so close to the stagecoach that she could almost reach out and touch them. The drummer was slugging down some of his own whiskey and the "Kid" had his long gun out the glass empty...
The penance she had received from the well-intentioned Franciscan was still fresh in her memory and if it did manage to escape her thoughts all she had to do was to sit on the hard wood bench and it was swiftly reminded to her by the discomfort of her well pounded cheeks. She was wise enough to take a pillow from the sleeping quarters to sit on as they resumed their journey. Her destination was not far now and she wondered if the Kid would linger a bit longer with her to see if she was...
Her experience with the rough man with the scar on his face was exciting enough to make Sister Angelique flustered for the rest of the night. She had a hard time falling asleep remembering the depraved way the man had made use of her tender bottom. It was the sort of physical contact that she had not been exposed to in her sheltered past. Now that she had been exercised in that opening and the previous stretching she had taken from the Kid, Angelique was more inclined to allow some of the...
“500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on...” Ken Dix flipped through the TV guide at a moderate pace, finding nothing but disappointment at every turn. As it was Christmas Eve, every show was a mushy feel-good romp spouting lines about family and goodwill to others. None of that spoke to Ken in the slightest. “Ken?” a voice came from the kitchen. “What’s up, Mom?” “I’ve got my hands full with making everything for dinner tonight, but I’m going to run short on a couple of...
I was sitting in front of some apartment building, down town, in the worst neighborhood. I had a razor on me, I was thinking about turning down an alley and just ending it all. I was hoping someone would come along and make the choice for me, rape me and slit my throat. Hell, I’ve already gotten comfortable with the rape part, after a few times you hardly notice, you know? Then this guy comes along, just before dawn, and tries this Good Samaritan crap on me. He was thirty something and smelled...
WARNING: You must read Chapters 1 through 4 first, or this won't make any sense at all. Who Is Mercy Wild? Chapter 5 By Jacquie Windsor [email protected] Boadie plodded heavily down the hallway, away from the restricted area where Brent, Terry and Johnny remained. He hadn't fully witnessed any of the transformations. He was furious and confused, seeking answers to questions he had not completely formulated. His gait slowed gradually as the hallway stretched in front of...
Angelique's attempt at reconciliation was not something that she wanted to dwell on for any length of time. The priest proved to be of sound hearing and he was totally shocked at the extent of the lapsed nun's depravity even in a frontier town reputed to be both harsh and mean. Her contrition was truly sincere because she wanted to be fresh and clean again at least on the inside where she held her earlier beliefs. She could always get a hot bath at the Chinese laundry and look as clean as...
Dad laughed, “Yes, but the little guy is only six foot, five inches! In our clan, that’s short! Shorty, have I got a deal for you! I’ll donate that dry muley cow in our north pasture and three kegs of beer if you could butcher her and put her on your pit down at the Council campground?” Uncle Shorty did most of the cooking there. It got him free beer, popularity, and was great publicity for his caf?Everybody who is anybody for forty miles around eats at Uncle Shortys place. Aunt Juanita...
Gina has always been attracted to other women. When she was a teenager she hid a porno magazine under her mattress so she could masturbate looking at those beautiful, naked girls. Playboy was her favorite magazine. They had the best centerfolds. Now that she was an adult, she would sneak her husbands’ magazines and masturbated to them almost every night while he was at work. She couldn’t seem to stop thinking about having a female lover. But, she could never tell her husband. Max would probably...
Gina has always been attracted to other women. When she was a teenager she hid a porno magazine under her mattress so she could masturbate looking at those beautiful, naked girls. Playboy was her favorite magazine. They had the best centerfolds. Now that she was an adult, she would sneak her husbands’ magazines and masturbated to them almost every night while he was at work. She couldn’t seem to stop thinking about having a female lover. But, she could never tell her husband. Max would probably...
BisexualThe memorable day my Angel Vision was revealed to me, I had been meditating far up in the branches of grandfather oak above our family hunting grounds for most of the night. The first rays of dawn were coming through the branches and I became mentally aware of them. They were the cue I had set my mind to wait for. I quietly shifted to see if any deer or other wildlife was in the clearing below me. The scene below was dramatic and would change my life from that day forward. The ground fog...
When the sun came up in the morning, they could see the smoke still rising from the remains of the wagon train. The scent of death reached them even though they were quite a distance away hidden in the dense thicket inside the tree-line. The three men were all smiles this morning including the Kid who had made quite an impression on Nana and Baby Girl. She was justifiably guilty from her own conduct the night before and had trouble meeting the eyes of the stagecoach driver and the guard....
Monday, April 23 to Thursday, April 26, 2007 Over the next few days, there was much media discussion about whether Mark Anderson should be on the list, and I was very pleased to see that most people agreed that I should be. I wasn't so silly as to think it was because I was a wonderful person. The possibility of learning how to make everyone super-healthy, the huge taxpayer bribe, and the possibility of gaining 120 IQ points were the main reasons, in that order. Plus, as one person said,...
Chapter 18: Cal's New Novel After the battle, Cal, Althea, Jeri, and Tawny walked slowly together back to the school. Everyone was inside the gymnasium building, very apprehensive indeed. "Worry not, friends of old!" Cal said grandly as he strode through the bolted doors, smashing them down with a square kick to the hinges. They screamed as they saw him and Jeri leisurely walk into the building with a demoness and a vampire. "HOLY SHIT, CAL'S A DEMON OVERLORD!!!" an idiot freshman...
Thursday, April 5 (Continued) to Saturday, April 14, 2007 When it was dark enough, I surfaced and flew east until I reached the Cascades. I flew north along the spine of the mountain range, staying very close to the ground and below the nearest ridge. I sometimes divert from my northward journey to enter a deep gully and follow it east or west until it got too shallow, then I'd pop out and resume going north. If they were tracking me with some sort of technology, I wanted to make it as hard...
ANGEL WITH A DEVIL INSIDE Chapter 1 - When I first met her We met about two years ago, in the mall. I still remember the first time I saw her. She was walking ahead of me in the mall, and I noticed her hair. She has beautiful waist length red hair. It is somewhat thick, and it just flows from her head. She was wearing it loosely and it was all I could see. I caught up with her, and her face was just as beautiful as her hair. I noticed her deep blue eyes as I looked at her and said, ?Hi. I saw...