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Corn Girl 1

Yeah, sure! Corn Girl Indiana. I'm on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a required once per month engineering visit. Of the four required visits each month Indianapolis, Milwaukee, and of course Chicago, were close enough to the regional headquarters to drive instead of fly. Overall, the 4 hours spent driving to Indianapolis was just about the same as driving to the airport, waiting for the flight, flying, renting a car and driving to the plant. Only Detroit was too far to drive....

Corn Girl 0

Yeah, sure! Corn Girl Indiana. I'm on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a required once per month engineering visit. Of the four required visits each month Indianapolis, Milwaukee, and of course Chicago, were close enough to the regional headquarters to drive instead of fly. Overall, the 4 hours spent driving to Indianapolis was just about the same as driving to the airport, waiting for the flight, flying, renting a car and driving to the plant. Only Detroit was too far to drive....

Corn Girl

Introduction: Interesting how sex and love sometimes align This story is fictional. It has to be, musnt it? If I had really done this, I could be arrested. So all representations herein, are purely figments of my imagination, any similarity between characters herein and anyone living or dead is purely conincidental. Yeah, sure! Corn Girl Indiana. Im on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a required once per month engineering visit. Of the four required visits each month Indianapolis, Milwaukee,...

Corn Fed

My apartment wasn’t in the best part of town. It was in an old block that was reasonably well maintained and the best I could afford. There were two apartments upstairs and two downstairs. I lived in the upstairs apartment to the left, and Sarah lived across from me. Sarah was a ‘Goth’ of sorts. She always dressed in black and had long black hair and rather severe makeup. She was actually very attractive but always looked somewhat frumpy in the oversized clothing she wore. What impressed me...

The Rise of Family Fielding

After many requests from readers, I have taken the time to prepare this chronology of family Fielding. I have made every effort to list the stories in a semblance of the correct order. You may find some stories listed before or after ones posted previous to them because of the time in which the story occurred. I have tried to show the relationship of Fieldings in each story. I know some of the characters (specifically in Rewards of Virtue) do not show the full relationship. They come from a...

Cornelia Finds A Lover

Cornelia Hunte was a fifty-six-year-old lady who had been born in the UK to Barbadian parents. She worked in a medium-sized supermarket and was very popular with most of her workmates because of her always cheerful personality. She was a good looking woman and was well rounded both in front and behind. The Cornelia that her workmates saw was not the same as the at-home Cornelia however, because there she was lonely. She had been married once, but that ended years previously with her husband...

Cornelia And Adrian Continue To Fuck

Cornelia Hunte, a fifty-six-year-old lady of Barbadian parents, and twenty-year-old Adrian Templeton had just had a night of sex and as they both now had the day off from their jobs at a medium-sized supermarket their love-making was about to continue.Their hook-up came about when Cornelia was told by Adrian that he had just split up with his long-term girlfriend and he was very upset about it. Cornelia offered sympathy but things rapidly developed and, despite Cornelia's initial reluctance,...

MacKenzie s JournalChapter 5 Of Father and Mrs Whitfield

At breakfast, Mrs. Whitfield appeared more rested but brittle, with her emotions swinging from happy and flirtatious to somber and withdrawn. She certainly vexed Father for as he opened toward her, she pushed him away, and when he withdrew, she called him forth. Father and I spent the morning with Jonah, Sarah, and the others, reviewing the fields and shops. In the afternoon, we worked in The Manor's dining room, going over the books of accounts and bank records. Whitlands was short of...

The Field

Sara was my very best friend at school, she lived a few towns away and I would have to take the bus to go visit her on the weekends. She was petit and lively and not like any other girl I knew, we had kissed once, but I definitely had stronger feeling for her than she did for me, she was very happy just being friends and I played along but I really wanted more. We had once masturbated together over the phone, it was the hottest thing I had ever done at the time, but it never went any further....

The Field

Sara was my very best friend at school, she lived a few towns away and I would have to take the bus to go visit her on the weekends. She was petit and lively and not like any other girl I knew, we had kissed once, but I definitely had stronger feeling for her than she did for me, she was very happy just being friends and I played along but I really wanted more. We had once masturbated together over the phone, it was the hottest thing I had ever done at the time, but it never went any further....

The sunflower field

This is a true story also and took place before the earthquakes in April 2009.It took place in a sunflower field near my home in Central Italia. I remember it well and also in the after days of it happening wrote about it on my HD.That is why it is quite detailed. I tend to write the memories and rate the places out of 10.We went for a picnic the weather was sunny but only a little warm. Its the best thing fields and fields of sunflowers and red poppies here in Toscana. I love them they are my...

The Poppy Field

I woke to the sound of bird-call. The clock told me it was eight-thirty, that’s late for me. I turned to see an empty pillow, he’s up. I had better get up, he’ll be waiting for me in the kitchen no doubt. He must have snuck out of bed, he usually wakes me. Oh well, I was getting on a bit, I deserved a lie in now and then. I’d had a good sleep, I was feeling happy, today was going to be a good day.As I entered the kitchen Charlie looked at me and smiled, “Cup of tea love?” he asked. I smiled...

Divine Grace the Journal of Belladonna the RedChapter 7 The Beast of Edmond s Field

The story of Garnett of Edmond's Field begins thousands of years ago, with the imprisonment of a demon known as Seregil. I am not aware of the circumstances of its imprisonment, or who performed the act, but the creature was cursed to remain within a subterranean jail until the end of time. It is the way of curses, or so Elminster tells me —and really, who would know better than he?—that there is always a manner in which they can be circumvented. In the case of Seregil, he could gain his...

The Field

As she passed her favorite creek she could hear what she thought was arguing coming from down a dirt trail that followed the creek. She was not one to ever be nosy, but thought she would investigate where the noise had originated from. As she followed the path the arguing became louder. She knew she was close as it was now very loud and clear. She could tell it was a male and female. Amy could see a couple in a grassy field which grew parallel to the creek. The grass was fairly long...

Mom And Uncle Check Each Other 8217 s Bush In Village Field

Hello readers! My name is Rahul and I am 23 years old from Hyderabad, Telangana. My family consists of mom, dad, myself, and my younger brother. We belong to a normal middle-class family. Let me introduce my family to you a little bit in detail here. My dad (Shankar) is 50 years old and he is a Government employee, my brother is in 10th standard whereas I have completed my B.E. course. Now I will introduce to you, my mom. Her name is Saroja, she is 44 years old with fair skin, black hair, big...

Started At Home Finished At Field

Hi All, I am a big fan of sex stories, I used to study whenever I have time. I used to study a lot of stories in ISS and other websites, but I never thought to write my experiences. I like to see live sex and hear from others instead of reading. When I am studying, I used to go fields and do accounting works of workers in my holidays. As I was studying out of my village, everybody will come to my home to see as everyone likes me, There I met my beautiful, sexy girl, came with another worker who...

Blowjob in a Green paddy field

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The Great Airship Race A Night at Dover Field

As the Cannon went off, Henry Ford opened the throttle half way on the Model C flyer he was using in this long race. As he rapidly accelerated through the air, he kept a close eye on the Britainian. He had raced that devious man before and had a grudge that was worlds of revenge after their last encounter. Riggers had not been able to build enough speed to get around Ford and had resorted to a very un-gentleman like tactic in order to win. He had used a simple sling shot to hit Fords Gas bag...

Cornfield Rape

Introduction: Little girl raped in cornfield I grew up in a little town in the Midwest. By the time I was 13 even though I was short, Id started to get boobs. I was 48 but had a 32B bra size brown hair and green eyes. The kids my age didnt like me and I dont know why. But I wanted to be friends with them, and thats how it happened. One Halloween they dared me to go into Millers cornfield and up to the house. The Miller house was supposed to be haunted even the fields. Everyone was scared to go...

Sorrow is a Fertile Field

Sorrow is a fertile field It was one of those streets. You could find it's like in any city in China. No matter where you went there it would be. A narrow ribbon that stretched between the larger roads that girded the blocks of apartments and street level shops crowding the borders of concrete and pavement. Capillaries of minor commerce surrounded by the overhanging buildings that hunched against each other with even narrower alleys snaking through them every few buildings. The...

Cornfield Rape

One Halloween they dared me to go into Miller’s cornfield and up to the house. The Miller house was supposed to be haunted even the fields. Everyone was scared to go there. But my ‘friends’ told me if I’d go all the way up to the house through the cornfield and come back with something I’d be ‘in’. We waited till dark, then I took a flashlight and dressed in a t-shirt jeans and sneakers I went into the corn. It wasn’t so bad at first, I grew up around corn. But after about ten minute I...

F Field

"...5...4...3...2...1...impact!" The screens went white for a second, and then lines began spreading out from the center. A general cheer went up throughout the room. "Well, my friends, it is official: after all the bad magnets, alignment problems, and other Bullshit, we have collision," Dr. Legard said in French. "Here's to us, my fellow physicists and engineers," he added, raising his glass high. There was a collective here here, and a quaffing of champagne. Several people left, with a few...

First Time Fuck in a Field

You rolled over in bed and felt a piece of paper underneath your face. You clumsily felt for it, holding it in front of your face and reading the message scribbled in my bad handwriting last night: "Meet me in the field, under the oak tree at 11, don't be late xx". You fumbled for your phone and saw it was 10:15. "Shit," you mumbled to yourself before stumbling out of bed and into the bathroom. I sat cross-legged in a clearing round the oak tree. I was sat on a blanket and I had a few pillows...

Sexy daddy fucked me senseless in a field

It was in that moment that I for some reason finally took a look around. We were in a wide open field. Acres and acres between us and the next house. I could see the main road, M-24 off in the distance. And it made me so much hornier looking at the vast nothingness, as I worked for my daddy to give me the fuck that I so desired. I climbed over his face, and shoved his cock as far as it would go while I tickled his asshole with my finger. He smacked my ass and grabbed my balls with his right...

LeslieChapter 13 Playing The Field

Jim Williams picked me up at 6:30 the following Friday. I'd checked around with anyone who was still talking to me and nobody seemed to know a lot about him. He was in a couple of honors classes, was on the tennis team, but wasn't your typical, popular athlete. Most people knew who he was but not a lot more than that. Jeff was at our house visiting Mom when Jim rang the doorbell. The next thing Jim knew, he was sitting on the couch, talking with Jeff as if they were old friends. About five...

Divine Grace the Journal of Belladonna the RedChapter 6 To Edmond s Field

In an attempt to tell as complete a story as possible, I must speak of events I was not witness to. Please understand that I cannot be totally unbiased in this retelling and will make little attempt to do so. Where did I leave off? Oh, yes. We were leaving Suzail to make our way to Edmond's Field, and Anarion was not telling me about his knighting. That is very typical of him, by the way, but it was much more pronounced on the days immediately following Quinlan's passing. He was then and...

The Destroyers Book 1 A New BeginningChapter 30 The Asteroid field

The ship was at General Quarters as Captain Kenneth Thompson ran onto the bridge. The ship was nearing the asteroid belt. Looking over at Lieutenant Kathy Jenson at the ships helm, he moved to his chair and began issuing his orders. "Kathy, raise the shields and take us into the belt. Deploy recon drones for surveillance. Spin up all shield generators to minimum power." Sitting down in his chair, he looked over at Commander White at the weapons station. "Ted, how many Lightning fighters...

Bang Bang In A Field

I was reluctant to attend the marriage of my best friend, reason being the ceremony was taking place in a remote village. I have nothing against villages pure clean air lush green fields no pollution and no maddening crowds there are so many in fact all are plus points.My only worry is the lack of proper latrines and the necessity to go into fields with a small bucket of water and of course the fear of snakes coupled with the nightmare of some females turning up unexpectedly when you are in the...

Cornfield Chronicles

CORNFIELD CHRONICLES Like the rest of the willing participants I hoped would be there, I was on a hunt that balmy summer night. For something hot, hung, hungry and strange. Possessing the same desire, skills and equipment as myself. Though on a hunt, I felt the natural defense of being in a strange place. My surroundings consisted of the things around the rest area my eyes could make out in the relative darkness of the distance. My companion disappeared into the darkness as I decided to walk up...

Cornfield Chronicles

CORNFIELD CHRONICLES Like the rest of the willing participants I hoped would be there, I was on a hunt that balmy summer night. For something hot, hung, hungry and strange. Possessing the same desire, skills and equipment as myself. Though on a hunt, I felt the natural defense of being in a strange place. My surroundings consisted of the things around the rest area my eyes could make out in the relative darkness of the distance. My companion disappeared into the darkness as I decided to walk up...

Unicorn at Large Part 1 The Unicorn Club

The Unicorn Club By Andy Hollis I kicked a stone along the dirt path and waited for the puffs of dust to clear before I chased it. The path wound its way through the city park and several acres of woods, and I hoped find a little relief from the heat. The air conditioning at school crashed and I had the afternoon off. After brushing trash off a park bench, I sat down and kicked at an old candy wrapper. I sighed and...

Cornish Cliffs

They left his car and hiked up a steep, five kilometer trail to a vista overlooking the Celtic Sea. She struggled to keep up with him, as he took long easy strides. She stumbled, and he turned around. “You okay? Do we need to slow down?” “Why don’t you ever sweat, Alan Trywick?” she asked. “I’m sweating like a pig, and you’re carrying on like it’s a stroll in the park.” She wiped her brow and took a rest. The bright sun shone in a crystal clear sky on an unseasonably warm, mid-June day on the...

Unicorn at Large Part 2 A Lawful Touch

A Lawful Touch by Andy Hollis I slammed the kitchen door behind me, dropped the bag of groceries on the counter with another bang and gave my mother my best glare. "What part of 'no' don't you understand?" I half shouted. "Now, Kimberly, there is no reason for you to behave this way," she said, grabbing the bag before it fell over. "You asked another creep of a boy to take me out?" "Justin is a nice boy, the least you could do is go out one time?...

Cornfield Chronicles The Following Night

Cornfield Chronicles-The Following Night Once there, I could barely contain my excitement and barely had the chance to walk ten steps before a guy followed in pursuit. Certainly liked the man who pursued me. I walked along the edge of the corn and knew not where I headed, I just picked a spot and walked into the corn. Luckily I wandered to one of those clear and lit places. The man who pursued me into the corn looked to be a wordless specimen. He cut his eyes at me in a way I knew I had better...

Cornfield Chronicles The Following Night

Cornfield Chronicles-The Following Night Once there, I could barely contain my excitement and barely had the chance to walk ten steps before a guy followed in pursuit. Certainly liked the man who pursued me. I walked along the edge of the corn and knew not where I headed; I just picked a spot and walked into the corn. Luckily I wandered to one of those clear and lit places.The man who pursued me into the corn looked to be a wordless specimen. He cut his eyes at me in a way I knew I had better...

First Time Fuck in a Field

You rolled over in bed and felt a piece of paper underneath your face. You clumsily felt for it, holding it in front of your face and reading the message scribbled in my bad handwriting last night: ‘Meet me in the field, under the oak tree at 11, don’t be late xx’. You fumbled for your phone and saw it was 10:15. ‘Shit,’ you mumbled to yourself before stumbling out of bed and into the bathroom. I sat cross-legged in a clearing round the oak tree. I was sat on a blanket and I had a few pillows...

What Happens Off the Field

I was a pretty popular guy in high school, and I honestly attribute most of that to being a bully. I made people feel like they had to like me, or at least fear me, to avoid becoming my next victim. I was huge - a six-foot-four linebacker, totally jacked and over two-hundred pounds. I was such a talented athlete, that most of my coaches saw me going pro, or at least playing D1 at a huge university stadium. Well... the ironic thing is that I hated myself. Once I hit adolescence, it didn’t take...

Left Field

Left Field By Dee Eon Stacey socked the baseball almost clear over the fence and by the time her leggy frame bounced second base everyone knew she'd be scott-free sliding home in a cloud of brown dust. "Alright, Stacey!!!" I cried and with the rest of our Little League team we all slapped high fives and I tossed her cap into the air. At that moment I felt a rush to kiss her--I mean really kiss her like big kids do, right on the lips, not the cheek. I'd been dreaming a...

Late Night Walk Through the Field

It was the early hours of the morning. My wife and I had been out to a function, which resulted in us being dropped by coach at the end of the evening, at the recreation centre car park where we had earlier left our car.As was common in those days, we decided to finish off the evening with some titillation, namely walking along exposing more and more of my wife as we went, which normally ended in us having open-air sex somewhere in the playing field area behind the recreation centre. It was a...

Fuckin in the Field

Wanda Jean was a good ole hillbilly farm wife. At age forty, after birthing seven young uns, the health clinic doctor tied her tubes and sewed her pussy tighter. That’s when her sex life REALLY took off. Ever since an older cousin showed her what her pussy was made to do, she’d loved gittin nekkid with boys. It was so interesting and fun to play with those parts and have yours played with too. For a while she was usin the pussy God gave her for the pleasure of friends and neighbors, sometimes...

The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary series s9e5 Edie Penrice 43 from Mansfield

We fade in on the exterior of what appears to be a wide, apartment complex. Two levels, very pretty, limited parking. Then we’re inside, noting the number of old people sitting in armchairs or being pushed around in wheelchairs. We move to an indoor swimming pool – steam rising into the air suggesting that this is a hydrotherapy pool. In the pool, a small group of women are being put through a series of exercises by a nurse/carer who is standing on the side of the pool. They are extremely...

Imagine The Strawberry Fields

Copyright 1997-99 by Dennis ([email protected] ). All rights reserved. No permission given to post elsewhere. The morning after, we walk hand in hand, meandering across The Strawberry Fields… only our footprints mar the smooth carpet of snow. The Strawberry Fields–a lovely area of Central Park, New York City’s memorial to John Lennon–is covered by an inch of late November snow glinting brightly in the early morning sunshine. Looking around the beautiful landscape we see our footprints are the...

Some Corner of a Foreign Field

“If I should die, think only this of me, That there’s some corner of a foreign field. That is forever England.” Rupert Brooke (1887-1915) 29th August 1944.Michelle paused cautiously at the edge of the copse and listened. She could hear hasty, muffled...

BJ in my car by a softball field

I love to have my cock sucked when in a cock ring. I get so rigid and last a long time. Last time was in late last fall, after sports seasons, in my car in a isolated part of a park. I connected with a younger man who want to suck cock. Neither of us could host. But it was late fall when softball fields are unused and students are in school. He knew a park with isolated ball field with parking. I put my cock ring on and drove to the location. I was unfamiliar with it, so was anxious about...

Cornering

Cornering By Dimelza Cassidy Synopsis: It's all about going in slow and coming out fast. 'What do I do?' I thought, sitting behind the steering wheel of my car, in the parking lot at the headquarters of Southern State Bank. Anthony Mitchell and the powers that be at Southern State Bank had offered me my dream job. It was exactly the one I had lusted after since entering the management-trainee program at Merchants, Farmers, and Machinists Bank after obtaining my MBA. Not only...

Unicorn

Becca sighed softly, school had just ended for her and as usual she headed home to unwind. Upon reaching her house, she let herself in and immediately swept upstairs. Throwing herself onto her small bed, she stretched tiredly, the school day having taken its toll on her petite frame. She rolled over and began undressing, settling down for a nap. Her perky breasts bounced as her shirt lifted up and over, prominently displayed behind a modest white bra. She struggled as she removed her jeans,...

Unicorn Prayers

When she was little, when her mother was still alive and breathing and her father still told her bedtime stories about little princesses and kissed her goodnight, she often thought about unicorns, and at night, in dreams, she tried to conjure them, but they would always appear misshapen or deformed, with a chicken’s foot instead of a hoof, or with the stripes of a zebra or a horn that was jet black instead of silver. When she was in kindergarten, she tried to draw one using...

Fucked Him In Sugarcane Fields

Hi all ISS readers, Thanks for appreciating my stories and sending me those inspiring emails. For all of you, I am bringing out another true sex story from my sex encounters. This story dates back to the year 2013. It was one of the hottest summers going on and I had to travel to one of the hottest city of northern India- Amritsar. I could have stayed at the hotel but I decided to stay at one of my relative’s place. In the day time, I had a business event to attend. At the event, I had a...

The Broken Girl of Shade Fields

This story contains NON-CONSENSUAL SEX and VIOLENCE, and depending on how well received this is, it will contain TORTURE and EXTREME contents in the following episodes. *READ ON YOUR OWN DISCRETION.* The rest of you, enjoy it and leave me comments if you have any constructive criticism, would like this to keep going, or have your own ideas on how you would like this to follow. I pay attention to what my readers have in mind. (If you are worried about the other stories, don't. I will keep...

Out in Left Field

Out in Left Field Chapter One “Fuckin hell!” I screamed as I looked in my locker for my deodorant. I was sure that I had brought some in my bag but much to my chagrin, I had forgotten it. The wrong time to do so too considering I had a date with a hot girl, Irene, from London. I met her after one of our matches last week. As I was going under the tunnel, she yelled out my name asking for an autograph and a kiss. When I went up there to fulfill her request, she smelled and looked good. Once I...

Track and Field

The door of my gym locker slammed shut with a metallic bang as I lashed out at it with my full force. “What’s wrong with me?” I sucked. I, Rin Taylor the rising star of the girl’s track team, sucked. The sports meet was in two days and I couldn’t even match my average much less set a new personal best. My locker door banged again as I hit my head against the navy blue panel trying to knock some focus back into me but my head just wouldn’t clear. I turned my gaze to the locker three spaces...

Redneck twink fuck in the field

Fucking outdoors was always my thing since the first time i had done it. The traditional sex in bed just did not really appeal to me unless i needed a quick fuck and that was the only way i could get it. Even then i would use my perverted imagination to think up something kinky. I was in the mood one night for getting fucked. I had seen some guys earlier that day with their tattoos and piercings driving their trucks...made me imagine them taking me out to a field and taking turns fucking my...

Fun On The Play Field

This is a true incident which took place about 4 years back, I never found the time to write about till today. Well this incident was when I was 18 years old. Hi guys I am Aditya to describe me at that time I was 5’11” tall and athletic smooth body, had brown medium sized hair which came up to my shoulder, fair complexion and blue eyes. This is when I was a state level tennis player and what happened just before a semi final tennis match. I still recall that day when I was practicing for the...

Out in Left Field

Out in Left Field Chapter One “Fuckin hell!” I screamed as I looked in my locker for my deodorant. I was sure that I had brought some in my bag but much to my chagrin, I had forgotten it. The wrong time to do so too considering I had a date with a hot girl, Irene, from London. I met her after one of our matches last week. As I was going under the tunnel, she yelled out my name asking for an autograph and a kiss. When I went up there to fulfill her request, she smelled and looked good. Once I...

Fucking in the field

It was my party, I was sitting on the bench with Eleanor next to me. I was quite drunk and fairly out of it and it took a moment to become aware of Eleanor’s hand running up and down my thigh. I turned to her ‘What are you doing Eleanor?’ ‘Alex, come on, let it happen’ She leant in and my lips met hers. I slid my tongue inside and we began to make out intensely. I broke off and whispered. ‘I think it is a bit to busy here’ ‘Yeh lets go somewhere more private’, she said, standing up and leading...

FaeophobiaQuickies Playing the Field

A single drop of morning dew dripped from the penis. Or so it would have appeared to their quarry. In fact the object dangling from the tree was a life-like, phallic replica, 8 inches long, hanging suspended from a silken cord to the pine tree. It had been painted a life-like color; that was important to the test subjects. Or so Professor Cummond had always insisted. The wiry and fit ecology professor hiked up the gentle slope to examine the penis-shaped container. His steely grey eyes...

Adam Vivian Naked In School Week Two The ProgramChapter 16 Saturday at Plummet Field

The next morning I woke with Adam's arm draped across my side. Eventually I couldn't hold still any longer and then he woke up too. "You doin' OK?" he whispered. "Yeah, weird but OK, I guess." "Olivia's just a friend. You know that, right? And it was Friday the thirteenth..." "Yeah, shower buddies," I recalled, silently regretting I'd ever proposed that arrangement. Then oh well, I thought: better the trouble you know. Gently I grabbed his cock. "You better be careful,...

Desire and Despair Book 3 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 20 The road to St Peter s Field

I reported as ordered to John Stafford's office next day, but before handing me my orders he apologised for the contretemps between us regarding his brother-in law. " You were right, Major, in thinking that as Sir Boris Crossley is a friend, and also my brother-in-law, he did not receive the same degree of scrutiny I would have given other men in public office with his, err, propensities. I shall ensure he is thoroughly investigated by someone not related to him by marriage." He held out...

Banged In Fields

Hi my name is Sarika and I am working as a pathologist in a lab in mumbai. I have very open mind about sex and I have indulged in flings from time to time. But I still remember the one time when I had sex when I was visiting my Uncle’s place in Shivapur near Pune. That time I was still studying and I was 20 year old. I am an early bloomer so even though I was 20 I had the body of grown woman. My breasts were 36 size and their nipples were so oversized to be almost embrassing to me.Whenever I...

Unicorn Crossing

Here's another one. The damned things are like popcorn. Unicorn Crossing A drabble by Ellie Dauber 2001 "A unicorn!" "So?" "Remember the tavern talk? Those things mean gold. We can buy apprenticeships. We won't have to spend our lives in hard labor as farmers." They moved forward cautiously. The unicorn raised its head, its horn glowing. They boys felt magic tingle within them before they fainted. They awoke to see an old woman in a faded scarlet gown. Their bodies felt...

Cornflower Blue

September 2019 A STRONG, HARD, BODY and a disciplined mind, make the man. As a telepath and a dominant alpha male, I take what I want. I place commands or ideas and suggestions into people’s minds in two ways. Direct control is for immediate compliance. Contingent on the situation, I may invoke strong overwhelming emotions such as terror or panic, to achieve my desired results. For permanent results, I use subtle mind control. Think of "subtle" as pleasant and soothing whispers,...

Capricorn Part I

We travelled very far in a small car to a house that had many girls. I was excited because some were my age, but there were many more of various ages. I was happy for the most part because I was fed, clothed and allowed to play all day. I started going to “school” when I was ten, and I remember it wasn’t like the school I attended when I lived with my parents. All the ten year olds were gathered in a room that had desks. It almost looked like a classroom, except there was no chalkboard. My...

Capricorn Part I

Introduction: A Girl Becomes a Woman My name is Laura. I say this because I have no recollection of what my real name is. When I was 5 years old, I was sold to a man who I was told was my uncle. I wasnt until I was 10 that I understood why I was sent away. I dont know for certain if I was sold, but speaking to other girls, I believe this is what happened. We travelled very far in a small car to a house that had many girls. I was excited because some were my age, but there were many more of...

Cornsilk

Cornsilk By JDG Her name was Rebecca Ann Simpson. She looked to be all of seven years old. She wore a worn blue gingham dress with tattered little Red Ball Jets tennis shoes. Her eyes were a sun washed blue, and her hair was that rare yellow/white. Like cornsilk. It was from her hair that she got her nickname. Cornsilk. Not many of the people from the sleepy South Georgia town of Wellsville knew her nickname, or much else about her. She lived on an ol' ramshackle farm on the...

Cornstow Lodge

Cornstow Lodge A Novelette By Maryanne Peters When I joined Cornstows I thought I was the luckiest guy. I had good grades, sure, but I knew that there were so many other candidates that were way smarter than me. I was never sure what they saw in me. I did not feel that I gave them much cause to justify their recruitment of me either. After I started, I was thrown into Analysis Group B. It was so backroom that there was a policy that nobody could shave until a deal analysed by...

Unicorn s TaleChapter 2

The unicorn paused when it encountered the barrier that proved her maidenhood, retreated slightly, then thrust strongly through it and stopped, buried to the base in her body. Isabelle cried out in pain, surprise, shock, and shame. The sensations up until that point had been overwhelmingly foreign, but pleasant. The rending of her flesh had been anything but, yet it wasn't the physical pain that was the most torturous portion of the process. Instead, it was the knowledge of her loss and what...

LiveUnicorns

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I have traveled all of Southern California and one of my favorite places to stop is the Beach Park off of Hwy 99 in Bakersfield. It is easy on, easy off the freeway and I can usually find a nice cock at either the Beach Park Loop bathrooms or south at Yokuts Park. Men of all descriptions work out, run, play sports and otherwise hang out there and some have been known to take advantage of the local gay talent to get a quick nut before going home.Last August I was cruising through and decided to...

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