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An Unusual Catch

I puttered my decrepit Toyota pickup down to the dock. The bed was filled with flats of canned goods, a few portions of frozen meat, onions, potatoes and the laundry. Charlie, my 2inCharge, kicked down the gangway when he saw who it was. I waved and secured it. We kept a 4-wheeled rolling cart near the dock for carrying stuff to the ship. I'd screwed cleats to each side of the gangway the previous year after losing a cart-full over the side. That was a painful surprise. It was a bit after...

Round Two With My Maid

So I narrated my experience with my maid in my previous story, where after playing a game of hints and mixed messages, we finally gave in and had amazing sex. To read about it, check out my previous story. That happened a long time ago and after that wonderful experience, my maid Nalini and I didn’t do anything much other than quick handjob or fingering occasionally. But these encounters were few and far in-between and I was longing for more. Nalini, on the other hand, wasn’t showing any...

The Simple Syrup

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The writing for this story is mostly going to be a bit sporadic. I'm mainly writing this to have a story that isn't so black and white, not every interest will be rotten to the core and our protagonist won't be fully free of remorse. It's going to attempt to have several choices without falling into the trap of having a few fleshed out plot lines with many dead ends. Most choices will be the illusion of choice, eventually reconvening with one main plot but letting you spice...

The Back Door Girl

Ralph heard it again. A rapping on the back door. Nobody came through the alley as a visitor. As a matter of fact, nobody came to his front door unless they were selling something. He’d better check it out. Somebody WAS there! A rather short pudgy teenage girl was looking through the door expectantly. He opened it and she introduced herself through the screen, “Hi. I’m Lucy and I live across the alley. Do you have any work I can do to earn money for a bicycle?” She looked so hopeful that he...

My Journey Book 1 CollarsChapter 12

Patty sent Becky and Lilly to the kitchen to start on breakfast and told them she’d be there in a minute to supervise. “We didn’t discuss a collar,” she said to me pointedly. “You’ll approve,” I assured her. “I have one in mind. No one will be able to tell. It looks like jewellery She’ll be able to show it off and the only way someone would know is if they knew what it was already.” She looked skeptical and I nodded. “Why don’t you come downstairs and I’ll show you,” I suggested. “I have...

Dressed To Kill Ch 09

Noella awoke feeling a little flat after the high emotion of Sunday. She gave thanks that it was the school holidays and so she didn’t have to take Emily to school, but she had promised the girls lunch and some shopping. She was hoping she might hear a bit more about her date with Lachie. She gave the coffee machine a pounding, consuming three double strength lattes to drink with her chunky sour dough toast smothered in cumquat marmalade. She was almost buzzing by the time she took the final...

The Remote

It had been a long week. The latest project deadline was yesterday, but it wasn't finished until this morning. My boss was jumping down my throat even though the delays were caused a week ago by the customer (but that doesn't matter). Thankfully it was now done and it was the weekend. I turn off my phone, not wanting to be bothered at all. I head to the living room to find my upgraded cable system installed and waiting. I turn it on, grabbing the remote, I find the least offensive, most...

The Falling Oak Learning How to DieChapter 39 I Was Dropped On My Head

March 3d, 2019 Hello Everyone, Last Saturday, I was dropped head first on concrete. I was attending a meeting of one of the groups my wife and I do charity work with. The meeting was being held in one of the members shops. He had an inversion chair that he was letting people try. I have wanted to use one since the 1980’s. In I went, over I went and headfirst into the concrete I slammed. My shoes were not on tight enough and my momentum pulled me out of them. I thought I had broken my...

First Dance

"Don't let anybody tell you teenage girls are the only ones with a monopoly on the phone," my mother said to my dad as I started toward the stairs with a plate of crackers. Our clunky Cold War era cordless phone was tucked awkwardly against my neck. "She's bitching AGAIN," I whispered as I scurried down into the cool air of the basement and out of range of parental potshots.But it was true. We were always on the phone. Matt and I had been friends since kindergarten, now with a full year in...

Obeying Mrs Carine Part 2

Being in the care of Mrs. Carine’s hands had begun to change me. It was as if she had ignited a flame inside of me that I never knew existed. I felt compelled to better myself, to become distinguished and the type of ‘gentleman’ she approved of. She began instructing me in lessons to reach this goal. We continued to meet on a strict schedule, every Sunday at precisely 4pm until 7pm. She would be resting on her wooden lounge chair in the shade of the oak trees, watching me labor hard for an...

Annabelle Returns The Second Half

"Well, since we have all night, why don't we enjoy the fire for a few minutes while we get in a little sixty-nine time?""Mmmm!" Annabelle purred as I rolled onto my back, and she turned to squat on my face. She rode my face for several minutes before she finally bent down and took me in her mouth. We stayed there until there was little left of the fire but embers. During our oral fest, Annabelle came several times but held mine at bay.Releasing my throbbing member and sitting upon me,...

Partyfolgen 2

Vorwort Dies ist eigentlich eine Femdom Geschichte, wurde mir erstaunt klar. Wo ich doch Femdom nicht mag. Aber da sind vor meinem geistigen Auge die unz?hligen Geschichten, wo eine Frau ihren Mann knechtet. So eine Geschichte ist dies garantiert nicht. Trotzdem - ein Mann wird feminisiert. Nicht freiwillig, aber auch nicht so richtig gezwungen. Er wird manipuliert, stolpert von einem Ereignis ins n?chste. Aber ist nicht so unser ganzes Leben, manipuliert von der Werbung? Tina ...

Out Of The Claus et

Damn it to hell, it was Christmas Eve. I was curled up in my favorite chair listening to Bruce laugh his way through "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" while I sip my second glass of Shiraz — could it get any better than this? Of course it fucking could. For one thing, Stephen could have not been assigned as first officer on a three-day to Australia. And for another, he could have fucking taken me with him, the asshole. Instead, I had to settle for wearing one of his favorite flannel shirts,...

Ipek

Ich hatte Ipek über ein Soziales Netzwerk kennengelernt. Schon seit ein paar Monaten trieb ich mich dort täglich in diversen mehr oder weniger anzüglichen Gruppen für Singles oder Seitenspringer herum, mehr, um mir die Langeweile zu vertreiben als mit ernsthaften Absichten. Die Frauen, mit denen tatsächlich real etwas lief, fand ich doch eher in den örtlichen Discos und Kneipen meiner Heimatstadt als im Netz. Aber mit fremden Weibern aus aller Welt mal mehr, mal weniger versaut chatten machte...

Silent Love 2

Diane and Emma had spent the rest of the second day staring at each other and stealing touches when they could. But they had no real opportunity to be close until the afternoon of the third day. After lunch was their private time. Each person was to find a place on the island away from everyone else and spend the time in quiet reflection. Counselors would make rounds around the island checking on each one of the guests and would talk quietly if someone was troubled over something. As Diane made...

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