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Me in Class

It was a Monday, I hate Mondays, but the one thing I do like about Mondays is waking up and masturbating more then once, because I don’t have work on those days, but what I do have is class, and that doesn’t start tell 9am. So I normally wake up around 7 to masturbate! But things didn’t go according to plan this day! Nope, I must have slept through my alarm or didn’t set one because I woke up around 8:30! Realizing this I quickly sprung out of bed, scrambling to find clothes, book bag, and some...

Science Class

It's been a while since I wrote. Sometimes life happens, you know? This story is inspired by the story "Shall We Play A Game" by Lisa Teez over at mcstories.com. It's one of my all-time faves, so I recommend you checking it and the rest of her work out. If you like my kinks, then you will love this story. I tried to flesh out a complete plot from beginning to end. Let me know if I worked the pacing correctly. Thank you for appreciating the same stuff that I like. If you liked...

Wartime Peace

Second Lieutenant Adams of the Second Battalion Wiltshire regiment stood by the local RAF office. His uniform was neatly pressed as he waited to meet the Yank pilot he was opening his home to. Greg caressed his right shoulder, the wound he received at Dunkirk wasn't healing well. He shook his head as he thought about his new position in the army during the country's time of need. He was now the liaison officer for the Local Defence Volunteer formations in Wiltshire. He felt slighted that...

Wartime 2

Medical matters and a deepening involvement with Mundt My work continued despite my involvement with Ilse Mundt. I delivered messages between members of our resistance cell, left messages which I had encoded myself for our radio operator in pre-arranged concealed places. It was vital we knew as little as possible about our colleagues. That way, were we arrested and interrogated we could not reveal other’s identities. It was lonely, always frightening and the temptation to talk, simply to share...

Wartime Diary

I recently bought a box of old 78 jazz and swing records dating from the 1940s and 50s. As protection the records were seperated mainly by old newspapers, but I also came across what looked like an old school exercise book. I was about to toss it away with the newspapers, but it fell open and I saw that it was some sort of diary. An entry dated Sat. 26th August immediately caught my eye: 'On sofa with Mum. Me naked, she too except for knickers. Much kissing, etc. Sucked her tits, she wanked me....

Wartime Comfort House Diary

Day 1 Thirsty Major Tonkatsu, my officer assistant, came into my office in occupied Shanghai. 'General Tanaka, our troops caught a local girl trying to steal food supplies. She is an orphan hiding in the French Catholic Church. Our officers did not behead her because she is very pretty, shapely and a virgin. So I sent her to the nearest Comfort House, ready for your enjoyment anytime.' 'Good news! I am really bored with the lack of progress in catching the underground spies. I will go...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 2

I walked into Miss Yamaha's room to listen to her progress with the pretty virgin. She bowed as usual but appeared uneasy. 'General Tanaka, she is very scared and really weak. But I've examined her hymen to be intact. She said she had never seen a men and is very afraid. I have to work on her slowly since you want her to be your local wife. I hope that is acceptable.' 'What? I am disappointed in you. I gave you 3 whole days and you want to slow down? You must find a better way!' ...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 3

Instead of wearing her traditional kimono, Miss Yamaha wore western style today. When she bowed as always, I couldn't help but noticed her cleavage from her low cut v-opening blouse. 'General Tanaka, good news. I made great progress. She has come around after I showed her the good life compared to the other servants. I told her she will serve the great General exclusively. I promise her lots of rewards if she learns fast and behaves as you expect. I let her watch how I comforted one of our...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 5

I took my local bride's small soft hand and sat her at the round teak table. Yuko poured us wedding wine. I lifted the silk veil to uncover Cherry. Her makeup really enhanced her lovely face, big brown eyes and her first smile. 'I hope you like her makeup. She has learned to do that for you if you want.' 'Lovely, thank you!' Yuko showed surprise in her smile because I very rarely thanked anyone, other than my superiors of course. I crossed my arm with Cherry's and emptied the cup but...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 6

Throughout the day my thoughts kept coming back to last evening and my new local wife. I was keen to see her progress. Miss Yamaha greeted me warmly at the entrance of the Comfort House. 'General, you will again be comforted by your new local wife in peace. I have rescheduled those violent warriors to other Comfort Houses. Those coming in all received your order of loving tender comfort only. In fact I will schedule this Comfort House accordingly while your bride is here. The servants here...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 7

Today Sir Dick Dickens came to my Shanghai office to negotiate cooperation. He was a tall gentleman full of British pride, the empire where the sun never set. 'I visited London one winter. The grey, wet and cold weather was so miserable.' Miss Yamaha, in a revealing western style long dress, interpreted for me. 'Well you see, General Tanaka, I don't live in London, at least not when it's cold and wet. I've been working many many winters in warm weather, cleaning up the old opium...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 8 Shemale

Dr. Takuchi was a classmate in the military academy. He was responsible for security of the secret 731 laboratory research in northern China. Although this top secret unit was never publicized, as a Commander General, I knew they researched all kinds of biological warfare and tested on the locals. Dr. Takuchi told me when he visited Shanghai last, 'We are mating all kind of animals with local females. Obviously with horse, donkey, Siberian husky, wolf, ape, monkey and then some others we...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 19 Aussie Beauty

A local tailor had to come and alter her dresses every other day, particularly the form fitting Chinese cheongsam. She had to get new ones because only small alterations could be made. I believed she gave the old ones to some lucky servants for safe keeping until they hopefully could leave the Comfort House. They could not wear them here because my warriors would simply tear them apart since they just wanted them naked for penetration soon as they saw these beauties. Cherry had learned just...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 7 British Saugage

Maple would orally serviced my balls and soft penis to full erection if Cherry was feeding from her large engorged breasts. Miss Yamaha would service my other sensitive zones such as earlobes, toes and sole since she knew my sensitivities best. I would perform my thrusting exercise with either Yuko or Maple since my thin bride's love channel was still very sore. While Yuko lusted for my thick manhood any which way, I usually penetrated Maple from behind because her sad expression from losing...

Wartime Secret

Mom was in hospice. She'd made it to ninety but wasn't expected to last much longer. Dad died years ago. I visited her every other day after work. We often ate dinner together and talked. After this one she brought out an obviously old envelope with a three cent postage stamp on it. "Read this," is all she said as she handed it to me. I opened it carefully and read: My Dear Lucy, If you are reading this, I will not be coming back home. My sister had instructions to mail it if she was...

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