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Something More

When Alice and I left London for a beautiful south coast village, we never expected our lives to stagnate. The point of the move was more time together, a better quality of life and a nicer work-life balance. As students we were outrageous. We loved a drink; moreover, we loved having filthy, explorative sex. No inhibitions whatsoever. Once we qualified as teachers, London became too hectic and we moved away. Since then, work has become more taxing, sex doesn’t happen during the week, and if...

Susan s first bondage

She checked her instructions carefully for at least the tenth time in the last half an hour, the printed sheet now crumpled from repeated folding and unfolding, Number 17 Naysmith drive, left out of the station, down Arkwright street for three hundred yards and turn left at the Red Lion into Merethorpe Gardens and then second left.The high arch of the honeysuckle shrouded pergola gateway loomed above the street, setting No 17 apart from it's matching stone Edwardian town house neighbours, she...

Ruby s Masquerade

She steps out of the carriage, a fierce draft causing her petticoats to swirl around her like a hurricane. She sucks in her breath, her nipples responding to the icy wind by violently peaking under her tight black bodice. They swell and grind against the bony corset, eliciting a surge of pleasure through her body. She runs up the stone steps and into the musky warmth of the ballroom entrance. Muted merriment echoes from the main hall into the cloak room as she signs the registry, stirring...

Letter From Ithaca

LETTER FROM ITHACA ? Dear Shoeblossom, ? I am worried that my BDSM tendencies were created by my Mother, who I still live with. For instance, my butt is still stinging from the other night, when I got home late from work. "Leland, where have you been?"Mother asked me. She is a striking woman, and once won the Cayuga County Joan Collins look-alike contest. ? "Mother, the bus was late...I wish you'd let me get a driver's license." Really. I'm thirty-three years old, Shoeblossom, and Mother won't...

An Acquired Taste

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Seduction of Alisha

The Seduction of Alisha The Seduction of Alisha I arrived at the hotel and sorted my cases out. Being early I decide to have a drink at the bar before dinner. I put on a black latex evening dress. Entering the bar I saw that there was only one other person there a young girl dress all in white I introduced my self and discovered the girl was Alisha. I gave the girl a cursory glance. She doesn't strike me as submissive at all, in fact, she looks rather lost, but she's attractive, and...

Gasping Basil

Gasping Basil Gasping Basil 1986 ?But it isn?t fair.? Basil begged his twin sister, Berly, while Enid, the severe younger sister with the punk-rock hairdo smirked. ?I can bathe myself now, no matter what we do in private, Beryl!? Beryl winked at Enid, and Basil wondered if Enid knew that Beryl had tied Basil down and run Vaseline over his cock with her red nails for two hours earlier that afternoon. It had been quite enthralling, though he had been so ashamed to have her remove his...

Service to Namor

Enlistment Enlistment ?? ??I hate farming.? Savious thought as he reached out to pull another ear of corn off the stalk.? The summer was coming to an end, and the days were getting shorter and shorter.? Savious looked across the field and could see trees on the far side next to the river.? ?Father, how much longer are we going to work tonight??? Savious asked. ?? ?We?ll keep going until we get this field done.? It shouldn?t take us but a few more hours.? He replied. ?? Savious...

Tania s Training

?Tania's Training? by Richard Stryker © Copyright R. Stryker 2005. The right of R. Stryker to be identified as the authorof this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of theCopyrights and Patents Act 1988. Author's Website ? where you can find a lot more readingrelating to Greg Dawson and other adult stories: http://stryker.a1adultebooks.com/ Originally Published By: A1AdultEbooks at http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php PREFACE Continuing the extracts from the...

A Pure Heart

A Pure Heart For half a decade, the well-to-do of Bishopsbridge Road had envied Aubainhis slave Cynthia. With an allowance of a hundred pounds a week, she cooked, kept house, didlaundry and ironed shirts, dressed herself exquisitely, kept in shape, andserviced the sexual and emotional needs of her Master ? who none the less wasnever a terribly nice person. She had fallen for him as a pretty young blonde in her late twenties, andtheir relationship had died in 2004, leaving her childless with...

Letters from a Friend in Paris Letter 1

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After inheriting a small fortune you have created in a small commune town in the middle of no where Maine. The commune is designed to organize a community to cater to your eclectic sexual taste, but provide as small profit. You are the owner, administrator, and sole profiteer of the commune. Guests/customers will come to tour the ambiance, and purchase the bric-a-brac on weekends. Where the commune performs in British Victorian fashion. However, during the week everyone creates the bric a brak,...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letter 4

You might well be pleased with my last letter but you have merited your own reprimand. You confess to having read it with too much action of the hand, not expecting any such very racy termination, and that when it came to such delicious mouth-fucking you were obliged to spend all over your dressing-gown. All I can say is don’t do so anymore, but come over to see me, and I will do it for you as you did it for me when we crept into each other’s beds at school. But I have more adventures to...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letter 5

A gap in the correspondence occurs here; Louisa has returned and Tom and she are meeting at Harry’s studio I closed my last letter with an intimation that we turned in for a delicious night. It was so in fact. My darling Louisa, like all her sex who have committed infidelity to us, seemed to grow doubly loving and endearing in her caresses. I don’t think we ever enjoyed a more delicious or lengthened fuck than we had after our first endearing embraces. Louisa excelled herself in the...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letter 6

I ended my last letter at a moment of utter prostration from the excess of lubricity I was then describing. Since then dear Louisa has devoted several days to ourselves, as well as three or four to Tom. We managed for her apparently to leave the house, but in reality to slip back into a snug little room. I then got rid of Tom very rapidly, and gratified that dear girl’s letch in fresh fucking her while still awash with all the plenteous streams of sperm that Tom had injected into her. I...

Letters from a Friend in Paris 07

At last, the day arrived when my beloved Louisa and I were to proceed to her father's house. We had purposely named to all our friends in Paris the day before that on which we were really expected at her home so that we might stay on the road and have one last night of uninterrupted indulgence in our passionate love of each other. We fixed upon the pretty village of Rosny, not far from the Vernon Station, for the place of our last delicious sole enjoyment of our lascivious revels in love's...

Letters from a Friend in Paris Letter 08

I found myself the guest of the most charming and agreeable family. The father was a fine, handsome man of fifty-one years of age. His wife, quite younger to him, was becoming plump. She was, however, evidently in the full force of health and strength, and although somewhat too prominent in bosom and belly, one could see by her remarkably fine arms how firm her flesh was. It was evident also that her arse must be of stupendous proportions. Her step was firm and elastic, her feet small, and...

Letters from a Friend in Paris Letter 09

I was obliged to break off my last letter, as the recollection of those two lovely creatures posing their naked and beautiful forms, all unconscious of a witness to their incestuous proceedings was too exciting for me to continue the de***********ion that day. Now that I am in a cooler mood, I will give you further details of the delicious scenes of which I was an eye-witness. A few minutes passed in mutual admiration of their enchanting forms. Louisa then taking the splendid prick of her...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 10

Having left Louisa's bedroom and crept back to my own. At dawn, I was awakened by soft lips sweetly sucking mine. It was my darling Louisa. 'Harry, my love, you must surely have slept enough we are just going to have luncheon.' 'Indeed, is it so late?' said I returning her embrace. Her hand wandered beneath my clothes and encountered my lordly prick in all its glory. She squeezed it with her soft hand and I pulled her into bed with me, gently pushing her down upon it and lifting up her...

When Jim caught Pam

When Jim caught Pam. By Trish. As a child I had three passions, art, reading, especially about history, and wishing I was a girl. I did not hide the first two, but growing up in a pit village I instinctively knew that I had to keep the third one to myself. As I got older and started to progress through primary school this gender confusion about who and what I was supposed to be got steadily worse and made it a struggle to fit in with the other boys. My interests, tastes and sense of...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 11

It may readily be supposed that I was much more inclined to sleep than to be up and active. So I rang my bell and told them to bring me a cup of coffee and a biscuit. Under the pretence of a bilious headache, I begged them also not to disturb me for breakfast, but to make my excuses and request that I might be left in quiet, as I had had a very restless night, which was true enough. So after allaying my exhaustion with a delicious cup of cafe au lait, I sank into the deepest and most...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 12

Another break in the narrative: Harry resumes his correspondence with Charlie where he joins Louisa's family at breakfast. As you may well imagine, my dear friend, after the wild excesses I had just experienced, I was ready enough to sink into the arms of Morpheus. So just giving a chuckle over the successful start that I had made as a participator in the incestuous joys of this delightful family, I sank into deep a slumber and slept the sleep of the just. We were all late for breakfast the...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 13

The graphic and stimulating account that dear girl Louisa gave me of her encounter with her mother's handsome young page, and the fire of lust that flashed from her eyes as the exciting details flowed from her lips, set me all aflame with such a raging lust (and such an erect and hard cock) that I thought it would burst open my trousers to cool its burning ardor. Louisa, whose eyes were too sharp not to have observed the effect of her lively de***********ion upon me, placed her body between...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 14

While Fred and I were lounging in the delightful shade on the terrace, a neighboring young gentleman, a connection of the family, called to ascertain the particulars of the marriage day. Seeing Fred, he came up to us and stated his errand, and so he and Fred went off to consult with Mamma. I saw dear Louisa looking out from an upper balcony of the house, apparently intensely gazing at some object in the distance. I called to her and she turned for an instant, shaking her hand at me, as much...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 15

I cut short my last long letter as I was really too tired to write more at the time. Our dinner party was of the gayest. The lovely evening and the softened light of the waning moon, which had only risen as we left, unusually late, from the dinner table, drew us to the terrace, and Sophie and I soon began to wander away from it, with the benevolent intent of favoring Louisa and Tom. We led the way to the nearest summer-house, and left them to their own enjoyment, keeping watch the while to...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 16

LETTER XVI Harry's de***********ion of Louisa's and Tom's departure for their honeymoon is lacking. Her absence is felt. We had a rather silent dinner, the absence of dear Louisa weighing upon us, and we missed the liveliness and wit for which she was distinguished. After coffee we sat down to a quiet game of whist, previous to which Fred had seized the opportunity of our going together to the terrace to tell me that his father had whispered to Sophie that he should sleep with her that...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 17

LETTER XVII You would have been somewhat surprised, my dear Charlie, at the sudden end to my last letter, but it was already unconscionably long. I was tired and had still to tell of the delicious proceedings of that night, so I determined to withhold them for another letter. With this explanation, I shall resume the current of my amorous adventures. I left off after having inserted my bursting prick into the divine bottom-hole of the beautiful youth while dear Mamma, who was similarly...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 18

I got back to my room without being observed, chuckling over the fact that I was now completely initiated in all the mysteries of the family, and was an accepted participator in all the exquisite excesses of their incestuous intercourse; yet still there wanted the complete enlightenment of both Papa and Mamma as to my relations with both Fred and Sophie. Mamma, who was as capricious as a young beauty of twenty, had taken a fancy to have Fred the following night, and Papa had been so...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 19

The next day, shortly after our arrival at home, Mamma disappeared. We knew it was to enjoy her charming page and to give him her first fruits after her late clearing out. Sophie slyly asked if Fred and I would not like to follow so good an example. After such a challenge, we could not but accept it. So going up to the hut where I had first enjoyed her after her loving Papa had taken precedence, we gratified the dear creature with two double fucks, each enjoying both channels. After which we...

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The cursor blinked on the lap-top screen. Georgia took a deep breath and waited. She still wasn't sure that she shouldn't just close the lid of the machine or even simply break the connection. She wasn't worried about anyone catching her doing this but she knew that it was massively out of character with her previous 35 years on the planet. On the other hand she could feel the impact that the flashing cursor was having on her. Her heart was beating almost out of her chest, her breathing was...

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 20

You may well scold me for my prolonged silence, for it is nearly a month since I sent you what you call the most damnably exciting letter you ever read. The truth is that our repeated orgies, at last, became too much for me. The one I last described inaugurated a series of others, much too repetitious for me to reiterate them over and over again, even if the laziness produced by such excesses had allowed me to sit down and pen a letter long enough to occupy hours in the mere mechanical...

A Living Stage Prop

A Living Stage Prop On hearing the two lead actors say their lines and sensing the handle of the cupboard door turn, I held my breath in readiness. I guess I should have been used to this by now, but for the umpteenth time the door that was hiding me was flung open and once again I was placed on show before a packed house. Tonight was a just mid week performance, but the show was doing well and nearly all of the 200 seats in the theatre had been sold and again my bound and...

Closet Tradies Find Love

We would go down from the city on Friday evenin’s, and head back on Sunday afternoons, and we’d find a place to crash in one of the caravan parks or on the beach if it was the end of the month and we were short. I loved goin’ with him. He treated me like shit, but it beat stayin’ at home on my tod. The surfin’ almost made up for everythin’. I’d go out and for a while I had no problems, no worries. Just the sea, and the air, paddlin’ hard to catch a good break, then the magic of the slide along...

Closet Tradies Find Love

I used to go to surfin’ at Torquay or Jan Juc or Bell’s Beach with my flatmate. To tell the truth, Gazza was more than my flatmate. I was in love with him. He wasn’t in love with me though. Oh, he liked havin’ me around. And when he didn’t have a girlfriend over he was happy enough to fuck me. Sometimes when he did he’d even call out my name as he emptied himself into me. But when he’d picked up some chick at a bar he wouldn’t even talk to me when he got home with her. Too afraid of what his...

On Becoming Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport 2

From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Beauty comes from pain, Louisa. A proper young woman does not present herself unless she is properly coiffed, properly made-up, properly attired and wearing the proper accoutrements. That, Louisa, is what 'proper' means." Of course, I tried to argue. That is, after all, what an adolescent is supposed to do, but my mother would just purse her lips, shake her head in disgust and repeat that one sentence that she spoke most frequently...

The Vampire With A Manga Girl Tattoo Part One Something to Wear

She holds my hand in the back of the taxi and whispers in my ear, tells me I'm beautiful. Her words break my heart, make me happy, sad and beautiful.Her proximity thrills me, the knowing I will be with her tonight, the thought of how she will taste, respond, give. I rest my cheeks on her shoulder and inhale her sweetness, the strangest of scents that infuse her hair, its olfactory rarity mingling with her feminine animalness to work magic on my senses.I have to kiss her again. And then her...

Teacher Pt 4

I went home that night after that first group class with Sumin and Jihyun in a daze. Not only was I floating on cloud nine at my first threesome, but Sumin had thrown me yet another curve ball in that she seemed to be bisexual. And Jihyun had gone along with it! I don’t know if it was the heat of the moment or if that had always been inside them, but I couldn’t get the image of Sumin sucking Jihyun’s full teenage breast out of my mind. And the way Sumin had fed her fingers into Jihyun’s mouth...

Daisy s Girls

Daisy's Girls. By Tanya H. Part One. Love. By the time Daisy revealed that when she looked at passing women she wasn't just admiring their hair, shoes and clothes, I'd already fallen hopelessly in love with her. Happily, I was laid back and open-minded enough, and secure enough in my own self-esteem, not to feel threatened - and she would have known that before she came out to me. After all, I knew something of her ex-boyfriends and that hadn't changed my feelings for her, so why...

CV 19 Chapter 13 The extra s

Chapter 13 "The Extras" Lauren had helped me get dressed that day, selecting as feminine but as loosely fitted clothing as she could find, to cover my poor battered and brushed body. She even applied some make-up gently to try to cover the bruising around my temple, using darker eye shadow than I would normally have used. She helped me downstairs. Christian's face had been a sight to behold, he knew his Robyn was starting to fight back just like his little sister had. Olivia came over...

The Results of a Free Lunch

The problem with free lunches is that they don’t have a lot of flavour, or to put it more accurately the don’t taste of anything at all because they don’t exist. Nevertheless we can’t help ourselves, if it looks free, despite the fact that we know full well that it isn’t, we just have to have a go. I guess it’s part of being human, otherwise how would con men manage to make a living. Your inbox will be full of them, some so obvious that you wonder who could be caught, but that’s the point, the...

I ll Dance at Your Wedding Revised

Thanks to DragonsWeb, OldFart, RastaDevil, WanderingScot and Sweet Sue for their innumerable edits to this gentle revision of an older story! I knew now that she was the one and only true love of my life. I'd fondly remembered Linda Monroe throughout the years, but it wasn't until I unexpectedly saw her again nearly twenty years later at a wedding reception that my heart reminded me with a loud thump just exactly what I had been missing. Mercifully, it wasn't her wedding, or even mine....

Making Ends Meet

He sat in the car, his mind awash with conflicting thoughts: if Denise found out it would be the end; they needed the money; the university fees; the nursing home... but she would never accept or begin to understand this. But then could she understand anything anymore? He got out of the car and lifted the black brief case. He was going! The area was definitely classy: big stone-built Edwardian tenements set on wide clean tree-lined streets. Unquestionably middle-class. Number 27 was the...

The Engineer Plays On

At the Engineers “You have a small business so you may well have heard of business clubs. They’re groups who meet in a pub or hotel and listen to a presentation by someone who can give you ideas on how to run your business better. You also get to talk to other local business people, and can often benefit from their experiences, or pass on the benefit of yours.” The speaker was an attractive, petite, blonde of about sixty, who called around to see us one day, and invite us to join. She was...

The Original Soundtrack

No posting or reproduction without permission If "music is the soundtrack of our lives", is it the soundtrack of our fantasies as well? Why is it that lyrics like these get my brain working? Is there really "nothing as potent as cheap music"? Here's a series of short tales inspired by song lyrics. When You Say Nothing At All " Try as I may, I could never explain, What I hear when, you don't say a thing... You say it best when you say nothing at all..." Performed by : Ronan...

Buffy

My dotage was not so far advanced that I couldn't get the old boy to polish up quite nicely into some semblance of erectile muscle and throbbing gristle. Occasionally, he would even put out for me and eject a thin stream of jizz, but it needed the stimulant of my past life to get him going these days. As it had become a habit of mine, I had been reviewing some of the old footage of films we had made. Robbie was long gone now; the abuse of narcotics and booze had caught up with him. But, we...

Anonymous Lay

Lorraine could barely breath as the man's cock thrust deep into her throat. She gagged as he ground his hairy groin against her bruised lips, groaning as he came in huge sticky gushes. It was all she could do to breathe; trying to swallow enough of his sperm to allow her to get some oxygen into her lungs between the thrusts of is big hairy cock. Finally the man was done. Loraine pulled his softening shaft out from between her lips. Vaguely she could hear the nasty 'plopping' sound as his...

TouchdownChapter 18 Trauma Psychology

Birmingham and Coventry. Thursday and Friday, 15 & 16 days after Jennifer reappears Edgbaston I am looking at Dr Laura Malvern, the psychologist who I hope, will be able to help my wife change back into the person she used to be. We have come to Edgbaston, to her 'trauma practice, ' which sounds as if it should be part of some Accident and Emergency Department in a hospital next to a motorway (1) but the practice occupies an Edwardian detached house in a leafy street in...

The ResearcherChapter 11 Simon

Simon had known Tom for many years and had helped out at the school almost from the start. He was a silversmith and made many items for the students, especially just before they left the school. Tom also made working for him even better by allowing him free use of his subjects after they had been fitted out. As a result, he was always looking for new gadgets to make. He had liked the look of the ill-dressed young woman at Tom's dinner party and had already begun work on designs especially...

Demons SlainChapter 7

I settled in the room and unpacked more thoroughly than on my previous visits. My idea was to explore the West Country over the next two weeks. My business trips never allowed me the time to fully appreciate the picturesque beauty of the area, and if chance had given me the companionship of a lovely lady for some of the days, who was I to say no. I phoned Millie. She answered cautiously. "Millie? It's Greg." "Oh, Greg. It's good to hear from you. Have you booked in now?" "Yes. I...

Demons to SlayChapter 7

I settled in the room and unpacked more thoroughly than on my previous visits. My idea was to explore the West Country over the next two weeks. My business trips never allowed me the time to fully appreciate the picturesque beauty of the area, and if chance had given me the companionship of a lovely lady for some of the days, who was I to say no. I phoned Millie. She answered cautiously. "Millie? It's Greg." "Oh, Greg. It's good to hear from you. Have you booked in now?" "Yes. I...

Over the Hills and Faraway Book 4 Soldiering OnChapter 9 The ERB

A few weeks after my unintended appearance at the dogging Oscars with Dilys I was called into the company office. There was a new infantry battalion being formed, and I was one of the 'lucky' ones chosen to make up the numbers. It is a well-known fact that when MoD call for 'volunteers' for new units the battalions get rid of all those men who pose a bit of a problem to them; not just the stupid, but the barrack room lawyers, the womanisers, the drunks, or those like me, who had been...

Final MissionChapter 2

Lt. Tracy Parker had just finished the photo session. She was in the adjoining room and had removed her SOU swimsuit. After glancing at her attractive nakedness in the full length mirror on the back of the door for a few minutes, she thought, "Not bad. Too bad I can't get copies for boyfriends." She looked at the pile of clothes on the chair and smiled to herself. Crisply, she slipped the cups of her bra over each breast and fastened the front closure with a quick twist. After some minor...

Off The Deep EndChapter 11

The rest of the bus trip was far less exciting. I made a quick dash to the men’s room to clean up as best as I could, and when I returned I found Nao in my seat, leaning against the window, already snoring softly. I sat trying to watch the rest of the movie but failing miserably as my brain replayed the feeling of Nao in my arms, her breath against my neck and the sound of her voice over and over again. The bus shuddered to a halt as we arrived back at the campus parking lot. The lights came...

Dragons and Coal CindersChapter 5

Alfred and I almost made it to my room undetected before the staff noticed we had given them the slip. Ivy moved out of my darkened room into our path with her head down, deep in thought. She ran into my grip and I guided her back into the room with Alfred stepping inside with us. He lit the gaslight and closed the door. Ivy's eyes were wide and round when she realized we were in our uniforms. I put my pointer finger to her lips and my other arm around her waist. She took the hint and her...

ChroniclesChapter 7

OK ... back to Debbie's perspective, again... It was an old building, but it had been looked after with some care. In fact, as hospitals go, it had a sort of reassuring solidity, Edwardian brickwork providing a sombre background to the constant bustle of staff and patients, and the technology and infrastructure more recently bolted on. And there was a lot of technology around ... a ventilator, portable ultrasound, more beeping machines that I could not begin to identify. Even as I...

Whatever Gets You Through the NightChapter 12

“Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner. (Time, time, time for another peaceful war.) Norway’s bravest son. (But time stands still for Roland ‘til he evens up the score.) They can still see his headless body stalking through the night, in the muzzle-flash of Roland’s Thompson Gun. In the muzzle-flash of Roland’s Thompson Gun.” -Warren Zevon, “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner” Note: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. Events back in December are still having repercussions...

ChroniclesChapter 12

This is all from Naz's POV - but alternating between flashback and realtime. God knows why I thought this was a good idea. It was kind of weird to be on the boat, at last, what with everything that had happened over the last few days ... not to mention the stuff that Seffi had told me on the train. Then again, it felt pretty good, too– hey, I wasn't really used to this business travel stuff, the expense account, all that shit. So we did first class on the train– another first– and now we...

Whatever Gets You Through the NightChapter 18

“Shelley and Keats were out in the street. And even Lord Byron was headed for Greece. While back at the Hilton, last but not least, Milton was holding his sides. Saying ‘Bravos’d better be ready to fight if we’re gonna make it out of East Texas tonight. For the trail is long, and the river is wide, and my ride’s here.’ “-Warren Zevon, “My Ride’s Here“ Reminder: If you have an issue with a writer putting personal politics that do not perfectly align with your own into their Mind...

ComrieChapter 40

The Command Staff and the Beyond the Stars choir of the Golden Amazons were just sitting down to eat lunch in Clifden, when Pat O'Brien stepped out of a shuttle on an SAS base located in England's Midlands region. He looked around for a moment and then walked over to where Calvin stood waiting with Duane. Kaelee and Cathan's clan had followed him out of the shuttle. "Hello Calvin," said Pat, "it is good to meet you." "Same here," said Calvin as they shook hands. "You must be...

If I Told Her to Take Her Clothes Off She Just WouldChapter 16

Towards six we went down to the kitchen to make dinner. “What shall we have?” I opened the cupboard where I keep the pastas and rice. Faye was nudging up next to me. “I don’t mind.” “Do you want to cook it?” “Oh. Okay.” Faye looked into my face, with a mixture of joy and apprehension. I put my arm round her and she leaned into me. “Spaghetti with bacon bits in it?” she offered shyly but proudly. We had dinner, thanked Faye, washed up then curled up together on the sofa. Alice picked up...

Diane and the CopperChapter 4

Jacky came up trumps with photographs taken off the tapes that the Bell had kept. There was even one of Terry with the girl I saw him with that Saturday night. The next time Diane called I suggested that we meet at Jacqui ' R's. I was certain that Jacky would be happy to add her two penny's worth about Terry. Diane was sitting down drinking coffee with Jacky when I arrived. Jacky called Tom for another coffee and I bent over and gave Diane a kiss on the lips. She was delighted but still...

Charles and WendyChapter 3

Tuesday 20th August Scumbag was sentenced today – a 12 month suspended sentence, driving ban and a fine – for killing someone! It was even worse than we expected, so bad that it even made the national news on what was otherwise a quiet news day. He had been charged with drink driving and causing death by dangerous driving, rather than the more serious manslaughter charge. To add insult to injury, he had been cocky and cavalier in his attitude when interviewed by the local news station after...

Beware the Roasburies Chapter 4

Monday 16th December 1969 to Friday 13th February 1970 After our spat over the anniversary, I sensed there was something of a change in our relationship. It was impossible to pin down, but things were not quite the same. I couldn’t work out whether things were better or worse. She certainly hugged and kissed a lot more. Penny stayed at the flat until the weekend, going shopping in Manchester for Christmas presents, while I toiled at work. We went to my parents’ house on the Monday before...

Aztec Artefacts and Their Path to SubmissionChapter 12

Lloyd had been treated to a gratuitous and well received whipping by Joyce, watched by Patti, Kay, and Maria, who noted the pleasing sign of a boning erection as his wife confirmed her new status as his owner, then was bundled into a walk-in wardrobe at Patti’s house, trussed with his head down to await their further pleasure. He was not alone in the wardrobe. Lucy was stripped and trussed likewise, after a brusque spanking by Kay, and the tearful sissy placed so that Lloyd’s nose hovered...

Onlyfan s LiaChapter 9 The Jismissary

“It’s not as easy as I thought it was going to be,” Lia complained as we sat on the sofa in my place, an evening meal happily consumed, a glass of neat spiced gin in hand, and my laptop on the coffee table, wired into my television, and showing the cause of Lia’s frustration. Boudoirs. Or rather a curious lack of boudoirs. “Jim I thought that boudoir photographs meant boudoirs, but they don’t!” Lia complained. “Do you know what a boudoir is? If you do please tell me, because I’ve spent all...

A Glimpse Through the Mist of TimeChapter 7

There was work to do first. I needed to make money before I could spend it, and I recognised that restoring the Dower House was going to take a big hit on my finances. There was no email or snail mail from Mr. Anders; that was no cause for concern as looking at it realistically it was too early for their acceptance. However I did have enough on my desk to keep me occupied until the early evening. I went upstairs to my flat and put together a meal, so it was getting close to eight o' clock in...

The Pool GirlChapter 51

We arrived a little before nine. The neighborhood was nicer than I remembered it being. When the club was built in an old warehouse it was a run down industrial neighborhood. There were still plenty of freight businesses but the sketchy used car lots were gone and convenience stores didn’t have iron bars over the windows anymore. We parked in a lot adjacent to the club. It had been gravel but was now asphalt with a fence around it. A long line of people dressed up stretched around the...

Impossible DreamsChapter 8

Lauren hadn't been so exhaustive in many years. The moment she collapsed on Rick's chest after another explosive orgasm, she nearly passed out. For the next half hour or so, all she could hear was the panting and breathing from herself and Rick. "I think I can still walk," Rick said, weakly, while running his fingers on Lauren's still sweaty skin. "I don't give a damn," Lauren said, also weakly. "I don't think I can." "Hey," Rick said after his weak laugh. "Huh?" "Did you...

AnnetteChapter 23

Not a word was said as they wolfed their breakfast. Annette moved to sit on Harry's knee while they finished their coffee. That caused an almost instant erection and Annette wriggled delightedly on it. "Oh, Excalibur," she exclaimed. "You really are high grade steel. I think you need to be oiled before we put you away for the morning." She put her coffee cup down and relieved Harry of his. She opened up his dressing gown to reveal Excalibur in all his glory. She twitched aside her own...

The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary series s6e2 Raquel Ferdinand 33

We’re looking at the pretty but increasingly fake features of our hostess – Charley Ozvik. Her nose a little too slim and pointy, her jaw too defined, her teeth too perfect. There’s not a line on her face and when she talks her face barely moves. It’s a little like watching a Thunderbird puppet talking. A very sexy Thunderbird puppet! She’s wearing a tight blouse, the top few buttons undone to show off plenty of her fake cleavage and fragments of a huge tattoo that’s across her chest....

A Glimpse Through the Mist of TimeChapter 22

I enjoyed Brian's writing although I thought it somewhat fanciful. Bella was in tears when she finished reading. "I feel so much for Adelaide." She declared. "Finding love with the man she couldn't have and yet devoting her life to him." She stopped and looked at me. "When we are married we must go up to the old house and tell them." I must have looked as if she had lost her senses. "If we kept Bees we would have to tell them, it's sort of the same thing." I shrugged my shoulders,...

Dream to RealityChapter 4

Stuart's haul of orders from Ireland was better than ever. He remarked that if it was this good he would have to go more often. His face belied the ebullience. There were dark bags under his eyes and his skin was blotchy, red upon grey. He did not look well at all. Kate asked him if there was anything wrong. "No my treasure. I am just tired. A couple of nights sleep and I will be ready for the fray again, don't you worry." His work was done for the next few days; Kate's work was just...

Blackmailed MotherChapter 2

The offices of Skopos, Incorporated were on the fifth floor of the old Antler Building, along Second Avenue in downtown Rapier City. Roger Carmel parked his Ford stationwagon in the basement garage of the building across the street, and then walked down the street to the Antler Building, hurrying because he was late. Not that he could really mind that he was late... the interlude of loving with his wife had made him feel better than he had in the last couple of weeks. No doubt about it: sex...

The Butterfly and the FalconChapter 8

Yague's offensive down the Tarragona road stalled by mid-morning amid furious fire from hill 666 and fresh minefields laid during the previous nights. The valley was soon littered with burnt out tanks and the remains of their German and Spanish crews. Clearly, while the Republicans were in possession of the hill, an advance to the Ebro was out of the question. However, mindful of the many semi-trained conscripts in his army, Miaja wisely refused to take advantage of the Falangist setback...

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Matilda’s turned out to be a large Victorian building on the edge of town. It was a grey stone, three story house set in its own grounds with a long gravel drive leading up to the front porch. I turned up on time and as instructed. Suzanne had said that I would be there for three days but that I needn’t take anything with me. A taxi dropped me at the gate. “Rather you than me, mate,” the driver said as I got out, which I found really embarrassing rather than, as perhaps I should have done,...

Boyfriend s DadChapter 3

Mortimore McDonald drove his Cadillac through Mariposa, pausing to consider stopping for dinner at Luigi's, and then decided not to. He'd be home soon, he figured, and could chew on some of the cold chicken Agnes had left in the refrigerator. Cold chicken--what an apt description for his wife, Mort thought with a smirk; Agnes had shriveled up into a puckered resemblance to a plucked chicken, her skin and temperament as crusty and brittle as the drumstick waiting for him a few miles away....

Pick up Loop HoleChapter 2 Under the Radar Pick Up

"Mary" was Operations Officer Popov. I'm not sure about ranks. Mary Popov wore soft clothes, not a uniform. Her office was less formal than Colonel Ney's. She had a work station in the corner of the room, a couch with a coffee table and a pair of facing arm chairs. There was a fireplace—had to be fake. Fires in a closed environment are a very bad idea. The floor looked like wood covered with several different carpets—and a bear skin rug, too. Native American art decorated the room—from...

The Second Year and After Chapter 10

On Thursday, Sian and Malcolm had gone to the pub for a couple of drinks together after bumping into each other in the Union, and she brought him back to the house for a cup of tea and supper. She was in a really bubbly mood, which looked hopeful. "We had a cracking lecture in Economics this morning - about the history of Economics and the important names to look out for. I thought the best quote was from J. K. Galbraith: 'The only function of economic forecasting is to make astrology look...

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Adrian and I stood up, and went to find Vee. As we ascended the stairs, I gave him some advice. "Adrian, as you are going to fuck Vee now, you need to realise that she's a petite girl, so her vagina will be really tight at first, and you will need to use plenty of lube. Having said that, she can get really carried away and I've had a couple of incredible fucks with her. Be gentle, but once she starts fucking you back, speed up and enjoy yourself!" I led Adrian into Sian's room, and...

WendyChapter 9

Bill and Theresa spent the rest of Monday and Tuesday happily and lovingly in each other's company. Bill rang his father on Monday evening to say he would not be in to work on Tuesday and that he would tell him all about things when he got back. He and Theresa were much too preoccupied in each other to discuss wedding dates, where they would live or any other such mundane things. Instead, their conversation roamed over all sorts of subjects as they got to know each other better and better...

The Event The Search for MichaelChapter 5

Irina bolted inside the school gates. Svetlana leapt out of the Buick, past Mischa, and chased after her. "Irina!" she cried, "Stop!" She fell to her knees, "Irina?" she cried once more, "please!" The girl stopped, and turned around. "Irina," Svetlana gasped, "I will not harm you. You must come back!" "Where are my parents?" she asked. "Why does the sun stay up and not go down?" she added in a plaintive voice. "How come there are no people? Where are my...

ConundrumChapter 6 Reconnaissance and the dark before dawn

The two watchers, Jock and Goat had found observation posts overseeing the house from different perspectives. Jock had carefully made his way slowly over country from a mile and a half away, keeping his body low to avoid silhouetting himself against the skyline, using ditches and hedgerows. At one point he realised that the direct path could have exposed him to anyone watching from the house, so he had boxed round to approach from a different direction. He found a good spot, where he could...

A New LifeChapter 2

Now, you’ll obviously have read my previous tale, so you will have been looking at all those notsodropdeadgorgeousshedoesn’tlookslikeafilmstargirls with a more nuance eye; basically will they shag? And the answer is often yes. An example: although in this case it didn’t get as far as it might have, in those days HL was fit and well and we were trying to emulate rabbits. Ah me, those were the days! But to continue, a small town newspaper office with two girls, one plump and plain dark haired,...

Dare YouChapter 13

I casually waved goodbye as Helen and Natasha drove off leaving me standing alongside Kirsty on the pavement outside her house. I was feeling very nervous and I'm pretty sure she was feeling the same. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, "We could always go down to the park and just hang around until your mother gets back." She shook her head negatively and reached for my hand. "Come on, I won't bite." "You might not," I said allowing her to lead me, "But I might." She giggled,...

In a Secret GardenChapter 4

Right after Kathy left to do her kitchen planning, Jason and I spent the next half hour upstairs in the house on the third floor and his optimism wasn't improving. The words 'ratfuck', 'piles of shit' and worst of all 'oh, oh... that's not good!" summed up the highlight of the conversation. In short, yeah he could slap some plywood over the gaping holes in the floor that might support the weight of an occupied bed, but the upstairs master bathroom wasn't going to come back on line...

In a Secret GardenChapter 5

Getting Kathy dressed the next morning took awhile as she just wanted to cuddle in bed, but I eventually got her moving and dressed, after I allowed her to give me a long and slow blowjob. I returned the favor and she then wanted another round of around the world in bed but I kept protesting that we really had a lot that needed to be done today! As usual after sex she wasn't really in the mood for talking but I kept trying to force the issue during the drive to her apartment. Mostly she just...

In a Secret GardenChapter 14

Even exhausted and nicely fucked to a delicious point of boneless relaxation, I just couldn't sleep past 9:30 a.m. I'm usually ok at running on minimal sleep for awhile, as long as I can sleep in on weekends. This Saturday morning my brain was telling me to get up at its usual time and I couldn't seem to convince it otherwise. I wasn't expecting our company for another few hours yet as Lumpy and Ella weren't even expected to leave San Antonio until about noontime, but when my brains says...

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:- well this is it for me. That this is one of my shorter stories is the main reason. As much as everybody writes for themselves it got ridiculous with my last story. I spent ages writing a very long story for a few hundred views and two brief comments, which is foolish on my part. Maybe more efficient to do more reviews. So I thought I'd go out with sweet and sentimental rather than horror or action adventure. TO LIVE AGAIN I died...

Mahler Mad

Rudy had taken the Underground into town, not realy knowing what to do on a Saturday afternoon. He had made his way to the South Bank, and passing the Royal Festival Hall, he saw that there was an afternoon concert: Some Polish orchestra he had never heard of, conductor and soloist likewise, but -what caught his eye was the second half programme: Gustav Mahler, 4th symphony. That decided it! His father said he was too young to be going through a Mahler phase. Was eighteen really too young?...

Taboos of Transylvania

He could not make out where the snarling and gravelly, throaty noise had come from as he stepped out of the rickety carriage early that dark moonless evening. It was as if somewhere in the acoustics of the steep ridge, someone old and throaty sounding were speaking in a primitive language, but just before the end, he could make out the words in English "foreigner" and "love". It was the first sign in the traveler's adventure into this forlorn locale that something may be amiss in a supernatural...

Incest Urges of a Nymphomaniac

*** Note : This story is completely fictional! Sophia sat up in the hospital bed wondering how she got there and spotted her father through the window of her room. He was talking to a doctor, at least that’s what it looked like. When he spotted her sitting up he entered the room. “Ah, awake at last,” he said, crossing the room to sit next to her bed. “What happened?” Why am I here? Where’s mum?” said Sophia, trying to understand what had happened. “Okay, calm down. First of all lay back and...

Slaves Of Xi Ling

*** Thanks to S.C. for the idea of setting a tale in those times and for calling Sax Romer to mind. Dear Reader! This is an extract from a document found in a second-hand bookshop in Tottenham Court Road, London. It lay inside an editor’s proof copy of Sax Romer’s unpublished novel, ‘The Whores Of Fu Manchu’. Take it as it stands, there is no way to prove that the events written here ever occurred as written. The style is, as one would expect, a little Edwardian or Victorian and the author is...

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When I was growing up I certainly didn’t think for one single minute about going to work for a real estate agent. I mean, how many people do? I can hardly imagine little boys and girls gazing hopefully at “For Sale” signs or dreaming that if they wish and work hard enough they too one rub shoulders with solicitors and potential buyers or negotiate asking prices. Get real. But it was my first job out of university and I was pretty excited all the same. And, by way of consolation, I had been...

Norton Towers Sexy girdled seniors galore

*** Chapter one My introduction to fulfilling all my sex fantasies What does a reasonably active professional man of 60, full head of hair and reasonably libido do when made redundant? In my case it was a case of being realistic and finding any job that pays the bills. So when I saw this ad for a mature concierge porter/handyman, I thought why not?’ After submitting the application I was invited to be interviewed by the ‘property management committee’. As I entered the old up market Edwardian...

Norton Towers the apartment block for sexy girdled seniors

I am hired a handyman for apartment block full of highly sexed seniors. The ladies all love girdles andtheir fat bushy cunts. They all have their own fetishes and kinks - which makes for a great variety My introduction to fulfilling all my sex fantasies What does a reasonably active professional man of 60, full head of hair and reasonably libido do when made redundant? In my case it was a case of being realistic and finding any job that pays the bills. So when I saw this ad for a mature...

The Storm and The Maiden

The Storm And The Maiden David turned off the weather forecast and watched the overhanging clouds worriedly. All day reports had been coming in about the storm that would hit the country in the evening. It was said to bring 'extremely bad weather' and was supposed to rage through the night. There would be rain showers, thunder and possibly fog. Apparently, as the weatherman told it, it had been coming in from the Atlantic and had been slowly gaining in strength, only to release...

Lawn Care

I have had the same lawn care guy(s) for years (have serviced everyone of them in one way or another). Anyway, today my plans were to clean the house do some baking so I took my time this morning getting started. Picked out my outfit a yellow flowered short sundress, bright yellow panties, thought a black under-wire push-up bra was suitable (had my "A" cup falsies on). and white sandals. Of course even when home I had full makeup and wearing a wig. Had my long black wig pulled back so I could...

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