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A Bhabhi Fulfilled My Forbidden Desire

Hi guys, Sunny Thakur here. I belong to a typical Indian family from Himachal. I came to Delhi years ago for my education and now, I am working here. Delhi is the place of my sexual awakening. I met my girlfriend here and had some adventures with other girls too. I have shared them on my profile, do check them out. Today is the story of a Muslim lady, who moved to the neighboring apartment close to my resident. Despite being 5’5”, I have managed to get laid with some of the hottest women...

Vanessa s First Date

This is a memoir of my first time meeting a man. I'd been crossdressing for many years. I had many fun nights dressing up and playing with my toys but I wanted something more. I liked to get on the phone with guys and play around. I had my favorite toys to use, especially my eight inch dildo and my butt plug. I really got into my phone sessions, but I felt like I wanted to go further. There was a nice guy who I had been talking to for a while, and I got to know a little better than the average...

Fucking Lisa My Lusty Online Friend In Her Hotel Room 8211 Part 2

I am writing this erotic memoir as a continuation to the previous part. After I wanked myself and drained energy out of me thinking of the hot lady’s body. She would be happy to slurp my cum, yet she isn’t near. Thank you for the super good responses which, I think, you wrote after wanking or fingering yourself. As always, fire your response at my email. I don’t remember much after that amazing kiss we had when she squeezed the very last drop of my semen out of the cock. It’s all vague but I...

Erotic Experience With Gay Slut In Theatre 8211 Pt 2 More Fun At Home

Hi all, Bullet Raja is back. Thanks to all the readers who gave their feedback for my early story. So here is the continuation of, “Erotic Experience with A Gay Slut In Theatre”. Read the first part from the link above. On the way back, Hardik was still horny from the session in the theatre. He was sitting behind me in the bike and holding my chest tight. The slutty bitch was pinching my nipples and it was hard for me to drive. When we were at the traffic signal, he fucking started to rub my...

Akshay Fucked My First Love Again After Marriage

Hi all, I am writing here about my recent date with my graduation classmate. We met accidentally at a shopping mall after 12 years of gap. Before I start with the incident let me tell about myself. I am Ritika, I am 34-year-old. We are a family of 4. My husband Sachin is an administrative professional in a reputed company. My mother in law and father in law are retired government servants. My daughter Prisha is 8-year-old. Ours is an arranged marriage and it’s been quite a happy simple life....

Jamaican Holiday Ch 15

2010 Memoir 1st Meet with Robert i have been chronicling the history of how my wife and i went from Mid-West Vanilla couple to willing Black Cock slaves since an anniversary vacation to Jamaica in 2004. Our Bull and Master is Robert -- 32 when we met Him in 2006, about 6'2" tall, 270 lbs, with broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, powerful arms and chest, a rounded belly and small man-boobs, and a 9" uncut very thick Black Cock backed by a massive set of balls. More important, He has a very...

Last December A Memoir

Friends, you are reading this sex story on indiansexstories dot net There I am. Unexpectedly. But yes! Let’s track this from the beginning. I am Kushagra, an introverted, simple guy living in Kolkata. I am 23 years old blessed with a decent organ. After completing my degree, I got a job here and rented an apartment. My apartment is situated inside a society, so there are many blocks. She lived in the same block as mine on a different floor. I live on the fourth floor. The building has five. I...

An Exceptional Memoir

Hi all of indian sex stories dot net This is my fortunate experience happened recently which any red hot blooded young men long for. Many may not believe this but this is a real incident. This is between me and Deepa Sharma, a trainee in one of the reputed company. I am Anil, a school teacher. Even though I had gone through so many experiences throughout my last 8 years of a teaching career, this one is entirely different. I was staying in a Duplex with my friend for the last 3 years. But I...

Just A Memoir Of You

The flashbacks of us making love, makes me wet and horny. I am always ready to serve you, but the smell,presence, and your voice is missing. I know its wrong for us to meet up, but the more wrong it is the more turn on it became to me. This feeling makes me morn for your touch, everything just turn right to me that moment. The inner lust for you cock over took myself cautious. I would love to take your cock deep inside my throat again, the gag from taking your cock deep in my air hole,while you...

Parisian birthday

This is a memoir of a real event that occurred in France during the late 90's. I enjoy writing stories that bring out the erotic flavor of an experience, so I tend to include details beyond simple descriptions of sex. That might include the venue, season, mood, fragrances, and emotional impact etc. I don't claim to be a skilled writer, but I hope this story conveys a little flavor of an extraordinary time in my life. And that's something I'd love to hear about -- what in particular, if...

Picnic in the Woods

A chapter from an unpublished memoir Dave and George met me at the park Sunday morning as promised. We left the cars at the end of the parking lot where the equestrian trail enters the woods and runs along the river. They had agreed to help me fulfill a fantasy, and I was leading them to a secluded spot in the woods where we could do it. It’s an old picnic area that I discovered a few weeks ago when I had hiked the trail beyond the park’s boundary to see how far it went. It had poured last...

All Tomarrow s Parties

This story has nothing to do with the song of the same name. I just liked the title, so I nicked it. I'm not above stealing song titles for stories, or even the occasional handle. ;) Many thanks to all the kind folks on the TF writers' list who helped me polish this monster. I get the feeling I could have spent the rest of my natural life rewriting it, but I've decided to cut it loose. It contains some pretty explicit sex, so if you don't like to read that kind of thing, you've...

The Corseting of Ashley

The Corseting of Ashley By Ashley Another True Memoir Exploits, Humiliations, and Embarrassing Moments of Ashley It was a beautiful, sunny day in the nation's capital. For a road warrior, which is what we road weary types like to call ourselves, this was the beginning of a glorious mini- vacation. One of the benefits of flying very frequently is the chance, on occasion, to fly the significant other to where you are instead of making the usual trip home. Waking up in the...

The Legend of the Medallion of Zulo

The Legend of the Medallion of Zulo By Ellie of Dauber (c) 2003 A little something I found doing research. From _Gruswald's Encyclopedia of the Occult_ volume 11, Ly-Mor (Isham Gruswald; Oxford, England; Oxford University Press; 1964) MEDALLION OF ZULO: One of a set of an estimated fifty transformative devices created for self-defense by the M'barduu tribe of Central Africa in the ninth century. The expanding Islamic empire of Timbuktu began to encroach on M'barduu...

Prince Sarib s Harem Girl

Prince Sabir's Harem Girl I once knew with absolute certainty who and what I was. Now, I realize that identity is a slippery concept. Who am I? What am I? What made me what I am today? These are such essential questions that no one ever asks them. Instead, we rush through life presuming we know the answers. For most of us, this startling lack of self awareness never causes a problem. The very act of KNOWING those answers causes us to mold ourselves in ways that fit our own self...

Carnival of Mirrors Hero

This is my third Carnival of Mirrors tale. The others, also available on fictionmania, are: Carnival of Mirrors: Four Fates. Carnival of Mirrors: Generations. Like those, this one is a standalone tale. You don't have to have read them to follow this tale, but if you enjoy this one you'll probably enjoy them, too. If you like stories with a World War II setting you might also like my story: Mantra: Day of the Storm God Most of that one is set in Berlin during the final...

Young Bess Part Eight

YOUNG BESS - PART 8 By Jane Howard Although this is not the final chapter, Young Bess is drawing near to its conclusion. Since so much time has elapsed since Part Seven was posted, it would be a wise thing to do to reprise what has come before. Young James, scion of an ancient and noble British family has been charged by his uncle, Sir Isaac Newton, with the duty to discover what has become of his beloved sister Sheila, found suddenly missing. Through witchcraft, James is...

Into Tales Untold

You are about to begin reading the new story by Jan S, "Into Tales Untold". Relax. Concentrate. Dispel every other thought. Let the world around you fade. Best to close the door. Tell the others right away, "No, I don't want to watch TV!" Raise your voice... --Umm, while you do that, I need to talk to someone. What are you doing!? Huh? Who are you talking to? Go back. This opening comes straight from Italo Calvino! So? It's a great way to start a story, isn't it? I like it...

Harry Needs One More Test

My story really begins the year we went public with the machine. Well, it's more accurate to say the story begins a little less than two years before that, when I had the accident. Well, if we're going for accuracy, it needs to start when I was five years old and first discovered crystal radios. It was another almost forty years, but that was the germ of the idea for the machine. Radiant pattern! Raising the energy state of matter and letting it settle back into new ... err. Gentle...

Lesbian Revenge

I was working at my desk early, that morning, when I received the fateful phone call from my boss, Bill Williamson. "Could you spare me a minute?" he said in his heavy Scottish accent. This could be good news, bad news or a job. Things had generally been pretty quiet since the end of the cold war, with only a couple of short interludes. My main work now seemed to be full of sorting through endless paperwork and reports, stuff which I really hated, not what I had joined for, at all....

Adventures Of Time Dilator 8211 Part I

I know what you think, I know what your thoughts are. You are confused, don’t know what to believe. The boundary between real and imaginary is blurring. Yes what you believe is true. This is a memoir I am writing to you and you alone. I never thought what it would feel to get a super power, till I actually got one. Now I am not very proud of it, but then, hey, it is who I am. I know why you stopped wearing panties. You ran out of them. All your panties disappeared one after another, till the...

Looking Young

The sun shone brightly in the morning Florida sky as the blue convertible pulled into the driveway of the white stucco house. The garage door opened and the car pulled into the darkness of the garage. "We're home," Jeff announced. "Back to the real world," his wife Sally said with a sigh. "Go inside and I will bring in all the luggage." Jeff and Sally had just gotten back from a honeymoon cruise to the Caribbean. Both in their 50's and both on their second marriage, they had...

Three Months in Paris

I am 67 years old. My loving wife of oh, so many years, died last year. She loved me so much. And I her. She even tolerated a few quirks of mine. Believe it or not, I am have been a closet cross dresser throughout our whole marriage. I think she guessed, but never said a word. I was too chicken to come out in the open with her. But she knew. After many years we found out that our best sex was when we both played around with a lipstick. Not sure how it started but at first she...

life With lori part 1

Intro and Part 1Introduction This a true story of my life with Lori.Lori was killed in an auto accident two years ago. The story will span a period of twenty years and detail our sexual adventures.Lori was a very sexual person willing to try anything at least once.She convinced me that living out fantasies can be much more satisfying than jerking off to unfulfilled dreams. I still jerk off to the memories and fantasize about her, hoping to meet another woman like her. When I first met Lori...

Punishment Dress

In the span of history, until relatively recently, a beating was given across the bare flesh, and dress had a significance limited to the procedures and drama of its removal. Before the great change, the chances were that a victim would be crudely stripped and flogged without more ado, but, if dress played any part at all, it was as an agent of humiliation rather than as a layer of protection: a soldier was the more shamed by being stripped of his full-dress uniform, and, by the same token,...

Fox in the Hen House

Fox in the Hen House ******** This is a two-part story. The first is very different from the second! The transformation is in the first part, and our new girl lives out the rest of her life in the second. If that's what interests you more, skip down to the stars. ******** Alan slapped me on the shoulder and we both laughed. Towels around our waists and nothing underneath, we were prepared for a good time and a celebration. The company we'd founded together, Agricultural...

Maggie s Farm

MAGGIE’S FARMSisyphusThe day I decided to break out of my usual routine and take a little journey changed my life in a most extraordinary way. I’ve lived a pretty quiet life since I retired from teaching to give myself more time to write historical novels for young people. I have a contract with a publisher to produce one or two books a year based on some historical event or famous person. I do the research by reading a half a dozen books or so, sometimes, though rarely, I travel to a place to...

Journal of an Enhanced Puberty

Throughout the first few years of middle school just about everyone spent a lot of time debating what choice they'd make for their Enhanced Puberty. There were about a dozen possible choices, but the majority of kids tended to stick to the big two named "Cheerleadest" and "Footballest", mostly down gender lines. (There's no restriction actually, and some kids do swap genders with Enhanced Puberty.) I couldn't decide; just about all the options had some appeal of some sort. Of course,...

Replacing Grandma Chapter 1 of 5

Replacing Grandma Chapter 1 of 5 As soon as Jason Jones closed the front door and dropped his school bag in the hallway, he knew something was wrong. His mother usually called him to him cheerily, she would normally be listening to old show tunes on the radio, but all he could hear was a weird silence and an occasional quiet sniff. He followed the sound into the kitchen, and found his mother seated at the table with shoulders silently heaving and a letter in her hand, crumpled from...

Sold Chapter One

I've had this story floating around in my head for a while now. This could be chapter one or simply a little taste. Y'all will just have to let me know. -Claire Sold "Yes, mom. I've heard the story before, maybe a hundred times. I remember that both of you emigrated from Poland twenty years ago hoping to find a new life in America." "I know that you worked as a chef and dad was a mechanic. Yes, I remember you telling me that the Greenfield family offered to sponsor the two...

My Awkward Phase

My Awkward Phase ©Alexandra Rios 2019 The greatest lie is that what happens in high school doesn't matter, because life begins in college. I pretended to agree, although I never believed it, for I was the world's greatest liar. Wannabees I was hanging out with my friends Quinn, Barb and Anne in the Newspaper Office, our refuge at University High in Los Angeles. A group of scantily clad Britney wannabees passed by, giggling inanely. I affected a haughty gaze but...

Exposure Disclosure

The Greatest Liar, Exposure, Disclosure © Alexandra Rios 2019 Author's Note: This is a continuation of the narrative which commenced with "My Awkward Phase," which I posted here previously. Readers may wish to read that before continuing, although I have written them to stand alone. Natives say that life cannot exist in LA without a car and money. My last days in LA proved those truisms. I'm from Brentwood, "OJ Land," a privileged enclave nestled between Westwood...

Babe in the woods back story

Paul Williams was a highly educated, mature single man, a well-respected senior director with the local council, but beneath the professional exterior he was a sexual predator, a scheming, conniving dominant gay man. He had first seen William when he was a boy at the beach with his mother and father and he was attracted immediately. He knew that here was a prime candidate for his games. Of course, William had taken little notice of the man then, he was too involved in setting out a...

The Greatest Liar Date With The Devil

The Greatest Liar, Trans Erotica With A Purpose © Alexandra Rios 2019, all rights reserved Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. All characters (including the narrator), firms, business entities, organizations, teams, products, medical providers, medicines, governments, government officials, celebrities, schools, religious figures and religions, courts, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any...

College Cuckold

It was the start of my junior spring break as we began the substantial drive down to beaches of the gulf coast. ?The road trip which had been completed many times before was a necessary evil, and the calm before the storm. ?Unlike my previous breaks, it did not present the same possibility of insanity due to the majority of participants being couples. ?It hadn't always started that way, but one couple turned to two, two turned to three. ?The one relief would be the most recent development,...

HANDLING THINGS IN THE PARK a memoir

HANDLING THINGS IN THE PARKby Rumple Foreskinnote: This is not a work of fiction. Only the names have been changed to protect the author from divorce lawyers and/or para-medics.It was a seductively beautiful Sunday afternoon in Central Park. Around the edge of a small, remote meadow, leaf covered trees, their limbs swaying gently in a light breeze, muffled the sound of distant city traffic. By some miracle, there were no portable radios blaring. The loudest noise came from squirrels and pigeons...

Faye s Days

My name's Faye, and this all really happened in 2002Heythere, say there. My name'sFaye and this all really happened during 2 ? days in late 2002. But first ofall, I want to tell you that it?s okay if you skip the part about me and go tothe dirty part.? I understand.? No, really!? ========= ?Thank youfor still being here with me. I'm not sure why I?m typing this or what I?ll dowith it.? I guess I?ll upload itsomewhere because, well, what else can I do??I can?t print copies and send them as...

My first kiss and hug

I am new to the world of ISS and want to share my experience that happened more than ten years ago. Everybody has one or two beautiful experiences which one wants to cherish for the rest of their life and I decided to pen down my own so that people can understand subtleties in love and affection. Most of the stores here deal with explicit description of the organs or their sexual acts. My experience does not have such overt descriptions. Mail your feelings to me at OR For the sake of...

Foot entrapment

Foot Entrapment Foot Entrapment My name is Sarah, I was never popular while I was at school and the boys never really looked at me.?? I was always seen as being shy.?? I was pretty with beautiful pale skin long brown hair I was a size eight with small perky breasts.?? However I was always small for my size at five foot three inches tall.But when I want to Hanford University to study engineering.?? I moved into my room a week before the term started, it was a small room with a...

The Letter of the Law

The Letter of the Law People don't know this about the profession, but most lawyers make a whole lot of nothing. There's too many of them, and not enough high paying jobs to go around. Sure, you've got the wall street corporate types that make a nice living and pull the average wage up, but most attorneys... Well, most of them just suffer and gut it out, day after day. They chase after cases. They stalk accident scenes for tips. They bribe a cop or two for referrals. Nobody is proud of...

Me and My Boss

I can't believe this. I'm getting fired? I joined here just two days ago. And I'm getting fired for misplacing ONE document? The boss was silent for a while after he told me the news."Look Clinton, I don't hate you. But I hate carelessness. I think you have a lot of that. And I don't want that in my office," Evan smiled the whole time while he was lecturing me on why I was careless. I could have just stormed out of the room. But I didn't. I got this job after two years of unemployment. If not...

Moody Fragments a Memoir about Relationships

I am awake now. The long green curtains are still drawn yet I can see behind them that it is daylight now. Morning. Early.I am naked and lying on the top of the covers of the double bed - her bed.I move my head slowly to the left and see that she is still asleep with her long, thick and curly chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. She is naked too.I run my eyes, feeling kind of like a voyeur and a little guiltily, over the exposed flesh of her body which is half-turned towards me.Her head is...

My Lovely Virgin Venus Lucy Pt 12

Lucy was fiercely disconcerted when I stalked her like a prowling jungle cat across the room and bent down to snatch her up into my arms. 'Aamir?' she exclaimed uncertainly, all the breath from her body stolen by that action. 'I want you... I burn for you," I breathed slowly. Lucy stared up into my silvered eyes and her entire body clenched while her heart pounded in her ears. 'I want you too,' she admitted breathlessly, barely able to credit that she had the nerve to admit that, and...

Sex Memoir

Reader, I will fail you. You want something from me, and I don’t have it. Maybe you want to cum, and you think I will help you, but I couldn’t care less about helping you finish. If that’s why you’re here, well, you’ll be edging the whole way through. Stop. You don’t want this. And if you’re looking for an entertaining piece of writing, you’re clearly barking up the wrong tree. You will quickly come to the crystalline conclusion that I am in dire need of an editor. The truth is... I’m using...

Nicky s Memoir

By: AWC Just pushing the Penis in the pussy or an ass and then fucking as best and as long, as lustily before releasing the juices for each other is not even half the story of sex. Nicholas Rudders had been having sex for many, many years and he was known to all his friends as the Maestro of this trade. They all knew that there was not a girl or a boy in town, who would dare deny Nick for being under him after seeing his sex pole for the pure and selfish sexual episode of satisfying Nick’s...

Missing in Action

Flick (Felicity) Caterham was standing when I entered her inner sanctum. My agent was, quite frankly, one of the best, and, largely thanks to her, my career had flourished. I was well off, in demand and happy, despite a long yearning to find a lifetime partner. My friend, Marilyn Foster, had told me that lifetime relationships were for the dull or the unimaginative or those who left their libido in a left luggage office. Well, I may have been dull and unimaginative but I hadn’t lost my...

Amber

You've got to know where to look. Sometimes, it finds you. In that case, be ready. In the meantime, I have written about numerous girls with numerous fantasies in a single yellow book. These are their stories. This is about an old friend from the past. Her name was Amber. She was one of my first female friends and my first real crush. We met in seventh grade. There was something about her that was different just by looking at her. We became friends. Eighth grade came. I asked my friend to...

Ali and Me 3 Summer Fun

... our erotic memoir This is a sequel to Al and Me -Spring Semester Ali and I signed up for two afternoon Summer classes to ensure we had few others to deal with on campus. Most wanted early morning classes so they had the whole day to party. We considered aquatic training, but that would spoil her makeup. We can’t have that. By the time of our first class, the campus was a ghost town. We continued fucking after class in the unisex locker room for the pool and escalated to leaving our...

Ali and Me 1 Stockings

... our erotic memoir “A story told is a life lived. Once I tell it, I must let it go.” - Chinese proverb. [If you want to jump directly to the hot scenes, look for = Stockings =] “That was a horrible first date. I’m really sorry about that, Ali.” === Two months earlier === Introduction ==== There she is again. So beautiful, so dour, so elegant in her demeanor and walk. She must be an instructor. It seems unlikely that in a campus this big our paths would cross so often. She never...

Mother s Masseur

By rubbing mom the right way, I got more than her back to loosen up! Dear Readers, I hope you aware that I have written my true mother/son incest story Taboo: A Memoir, of which an excerpt and more information is available on this site, or email me. The following is fictional. My mom has a bad back. Sometimes the pain's so bad she can hardly walk around. She has to take muscle relaxants and pain pills. I gave her massages for a while, though, and that helped. First I'd just rub her neck...

Annie s First Anal

She had set her sights on the world's richest man. He had the hots for her and that should have given her the opening she needed. There was one little problem, though. She hated sex. Just imagine living the good life, she told herself. Never having to worry about paying the rent and where money for the fall wardrobe was going to come from. Weekends in Paris, vacations on the sandy beaches of Thailand, emerald-encrusted jewelry. Always the best of everything... and all she had to do was let...

The Art Of The D L A Memoir

If you've never had a weasel hack your hand off, steal your jewelry, and condemn you to spend thousands of years roaming as an impotent, disembodied spirit, let me clue you in: it doesn't beat torturing your enemies, their families, and their neighbors slowly to death in terms of entertainment value. I should have known better than to back the little weasels in a corner and then go toe-to-toe with them. I could have just had the damn mountain flip upside down on Isildur for crying out loud,...

Confessions Confessions and Life

Call this a memoir or call it fiction filtered through the eyes growing old and looking back over a life misunderstood from conception. My latest lover is a forty-five year old hard-bodied physical therapist to whom I was sent to receive treatment for an arthritic hip. The non-arthritic parts of me soon had Pam enthralled and the tight unitard she was wearing saturated from more than perspiration. It was because of her that I thought back to my early days of training, as my nose bumped her...

A Fresh StartChapter 157 Fatherhood

Tuesday, September 14, 2004 I stared at Ari Fleischer, slack jawed and disbelieving. Suddenly he had a nervous look on his face. “Mister President?” I took a deep breath and said, “You want to repeat that, Ari?” “According to the story, Michael Petrelli is the son of Jeana Colosimo and you. There is reportedly a birth certificate, issued at Elmhurst Hospital in Queens, New York, on March 29, 1974. Did you know this Jeana Colosimo?” He was reading from a notepad in his hands. I smiled to...

Learning CurvesChapter 83

Phil left Clark Hall and immediately let out a string of curses. Not only had he got into a battle he likely couldn’t win, he’d left his fucking umbrella sitting beside his chair in the classroom. He didn’t even have a hood he could pull over his head. He was soaked by the time he got to the library. Of course the air conditioner was on full blast but Phil finally caught a piece of luck. One of the privacy rooms was vacant so he slipped inside and pulled out his laptop. He was glad Hailey...

Watching JulieChapter 20 Another Step Forward

One thing nags me even after all these years, and writing this memoir brings it all back: did we somehow rob our daughter of her childhood by our actions? I know that it's a silly fantasy of many parents, many of them in positions of influence, sadly, that if they don't say anything about sex their kids won't learn about it, won't experiment, won't hurt themselves, and won't get pregnant or diseased or raped or whatever. This is a little bit of a rant, but bear with me. Or, heck, skip...

John and JoChapter 10

Her sister Julie was a great mum! When Jo watched her it all seemed so natural to her. The two-hour feeds must have been tiring for Julie, but she always seemed cheerful. It helped, Jo supposed, that some of her normal domestic duties had been taken over, but Jo was sure that even if she and John weren't there to help, Julie would still have coped. This was quite unlike her memories of her sister as a child. Maybe because Jo was that year older, she adopted the role of 'Big Sister' quite...

Animal Lust Case HistoriesChapter 5 Down On The Farm

There can be little doubt that people who live in rural areas have much more of an opportunity to engage in animalism than do their urbane neighbors. Down on the farm children are exposed to sex between animals from the time they are able to walk, see and question while city children must learn sex through what they hear and read. For many farm children watching horses, sheep and other animals rut is their first glimpse into the world that awaits them. Studies have shown that people who have...

MageChapter 83

Roxanne, Arwen and I teleported via Loegria and Kurukshetra to Verenestra’s residence in Keldravan on Tír na nÓg. We were expected and were escorted directly to see the Queen and the Consort, allowing Arwen to joyfully greet her parents first before getting down to business. We were soon joined by the neuro-technologist, Artello, who was working on various means to shut off a Fae’s magical abilities in a manner similar to that that his ‘Artello cap’ did for humans. The man was now in his...

A Flawed DiamondChapter 39

Randi was sitting on the couch with tears on her cheeks when they re-entered the living room. "I'm sorry," she said. "I was trying to let you know the level of control you would have. I wasn't saying that I want to do those things or that I've even thought about those things." "I guess I understand that," Brock said. "Could you tell me more about the role?" "What do you want to know?" Randi asked. "How explicit is it?" he wondered. "I'll never be in less than a bra and...

The Trailer Park The Fifth Year Part 2 Music and LyricsChapter 8

I remember reading a memoir by some general who talked about the 'logistical nightmare' of coordinating D-Day in World War II. Twelve thousand planes: fighters, bombers, transports, even gliders. Almost seven thousands ships: everything from battleships for shore bombardment to landing craft to hit the actual beaches. Ten thousand tons of aerial bombs and millions of rounds of ammunition. Food, clothing, medical supplies. Add to that he was dealing with eight different navies and almost as...

What Dreams Are Made ofChapter 6

The Greatest Show Off Earth Less than six months till the next meeting of the Ancient Order of the Slavers and lots of things had changed. June and most of her Brood were now firmly in control of the Chine’s Island on Landoo. June and Brood had learned how to use their nanees and had continued to modify their bodies on their own. They looked more like a Cline now than some of the Cline did. After serious consideration her husband, Dear Henry, and most of the other Company board members...

Prick Van WinkleEpilogue

Denny married Becca before the house was finished, but they brought the baby home to the new family compound. There was still interior work being finished up, but that wasn't much to cope with. Denny elected to cut short his police career in favor of joining the family business. Brian and Polly Spruell also moved into the family compound with their new daughter. Brian also elected to quit police work, with the exception that he was an auxiliary deputy in El Dorado County. He was called on...

Amber in BetweenChapter 4

By now I'd been partying with my friends for more than three years. We were all of roughly the same age, but when I turned seventeen the law considered me an adult capable of making my own decisions. I was rapidly approaching my nineteenth birthday and I received an invitation to a party with people older than me. Back at my grandmother's, the one who lived in Mississippi, not the one in Shreveport, the adults would party upstairs while we kids had the rec room, the patio and the lawn. Now...

Living Next Door to Heaven 296 XX XY

ME: Welcome to the premiere of XX/XY: Woman/Man. I'm Brian Frost and in my audience tonight are the lovely ladies from Gamma House at Indiana University. Thank you for inviting this guy into your beautiful sorority house tonight, ladies. I was talking to some of you before the show. Let me tell you, it is a real charge for a guy to hang out all day in a sorority. The question I asked as we sat around was 'What do you want to know?' I think Lynn summed it up best she when tapped my...

The Ancient ProphecyChapter 9

The Crystal Tower would never be the same again. The once-majestic tower was now standing in the middle of a wasteland that stretched far across the Northern Continent. The very same tower was now the gateway of the realm of Lore to the cursed Underworld, realm of the demons. Supreme Commander Daemon sat uncomfortably on his throne. He was extremely displeased. He was displeased with the result of battle at the Dark Elven Stronghold in Elom. He was displeased that a sure victory had suddenly...

Bailey s BrotherChapter 11 Bailey Caught Red Handed

My eyes flicked open. It was light inside my little fishbowl. Peace and quiet that I knew would soon be shattered. I wanted to stay in bed a few more minutes. I wanted to dream of the nasty naughty things I’d done with Brian, but it was already getting late and I really needed to shower before doing anything else. I had to skip breakfast and run out with unwashed hair, sweats, a belly shirt and a zipped up hoodie. I’d have to keep the hoodie zipped with the school’s dress code, but whatever...

The House In The Woods A Sexual HistoryChapter 39

Em gave birth to a son exactly nine months after he was conceived. He was eight and half healthy pounds, and the mother came through the labour like real trouper. The midwife told us it had been an unusually easy birth for an older woman having a first child. We giggled a bit at that. All those years of fisting had paid off! We decided to call the baby Mark Stephen Hunter. I was very happy that poor Steve would be remembered in this way, but sometimes wondered if little Mark would ever ask...

TeaseChapter 2

Lisa liked men. Not boys, but men. Age didn’t matter, 20, 30, 60. She did care that; 1) they didn’t get all ‘marry me’ stuff 2) they didn’t gloat. That’s why she didn’t like boys. Boys always gloated and told their friends. Men were discrete. Married men, especially so. They also gave her stuff. Money, clothes, jewelry. They also had a time with her because she had this one little thing; she always wanted to have sex, preferably sex in public areas. She had been making love with her uncle...

The Testament Of Jeremy Lord NorthamChapter 2

My education of the powers of the ring came slowly. For one thing, there were no women about on whom I needed such power. The females on the estate already did my bidding without resort to supernatural power. Gradually, I came to know the local gentry as I was introduced into society. As the estate was worth many thousands of pounds annually, I was immediately of the higher gentry myself. The estate was titled, and I wondered how could I explain the previous master had been born hundreds of...

Double TearsChapter 122

“I’m not playing music to stay alive. I am alive. And I’m playing music for the pleasure of sharing the excitement with other musicians and other human beings.” —Maude Julien, The Only Girl in the World: A Memoir “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Beca asked when she opened the door. I’d tried to catch her before she and Rachel left school but I had to go to the music room and get my practice guitar to take with me to Kentucky and Mr. LeBlanc wanted to discuss a rehearsal schedule for Cindy’s...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 1

This then is my life from my viewpoint. At least that part of which I wish to retain for the rest of my days which are not all that many, I am sure. I was born in London in the spring of 1834. I had four brothers and three sisters and it happened that I was the fifth of the lot and the only one alive by the end of 1854. Life was hard. My parents tried to give us all an honest upbringing and decent education but could not compete with the likes of cholera, influenza and tuberculosis all so...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 2

I am, sir," Dorian Gray went on, "a gentleman who has sold his very soul for a very foolish purpose -- to keep my youth and beauty." "Oh, come sir do you expect me to believe..." I stopped, clamping my lips shut remembering the events of the last hour. "I see you recall the rather strange sight of me being dashed against the pavement and run over rough-shod by the carriage, eh?" I could barely nod my agreement. He casually poured himself another brandy and offered me more of the...

Third Time s the CharmChapter 11

I picked her up on time, but had to wait while she was getting ready. We were an hour late for dinner and she bitched about her husband, his slut of a secretary, how he was behind on child support, how demanding her job as assistant curator of an art gallery was and didn’t seem to approve of much of anything. I listened, hoping that she’d wind down at some point and recognized some of my own anger after Linda and Billy came out in the things she was saying. We were in the middle of dessert...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 3

At university the following morning I studied my fellow third year students looking for one who was truly my peer. I say this not because I'm a snob, although I may well be one. But because of the age difference and my military service, both of which have caused me to be more mature physically and mentally then they. Not only did I not find one among them that I thought might make a worthwhile contribution to my sexual dilemma; but I reached a decision in the process of examining them and...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 4

October 1857 Several months passed quickly and I had all but forgotten the Mooring sisters. Still I had not had any but the slightest intimacies with a female of any age since that last afternoon of carnal wantonness. I concerned myself with getting my home in order, going to Sotheby's on a weekly basis and picking up excellent pieces, both of art and furniture and appliances. Finally, with the house fully furnished and both a housekeeper and servant hired, I decided it was time to look...

No Contest Book 3 Tallying the Score 2001 2003Chapter 27

Being longer than expected with Essie delayed Joe calling Consuela. In fact, he admitted to himself, he forgot all about it until Essie asked him his plans for the evening. “Call her,” Essie insisted, getting off his lap and putting on her clothes, sans underclothes. Joe did the same before grabbing his cellphone and sitting on the second desk chair. Essie returned to working on her memoir. “Sorry to make you wait,” he told Consuela. “I was distracted.” Essie giggled. Consuela must have...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 5

Doll, using her dainty left hand, gently stroked the length of my prick and on reaching it's zenith, spied a droplet of my seed appear at the tip. I pursed my lips and waited tensely to see what would transpire. I say this because women tend to react differently to the actions of a man's prick. While almost all but the most jaded are somewhat fascinated by this wondrous instrument, they go about handling one differently. That Dolly was no stranger to a man's pride and joy was evident from...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 6

And so it came to be that Dolly moved into Number 7 Saville Row with me. Neither the housekeeper, nor the manservant raised an eyebrow over it for which I was exceedingly grateful. Now I had done some introspective thinking around this time and concluded that I was not a very outgoing personage. I had few, if any friends. I had but few acquaintances; and worse I was perfectly comfortable with the situation. With Dolly as my daily and evening companion my sex life was more than enjoyable. For...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 7

I am not about to give an opinion as to the propriety or impropriety of capital punishment. On this point good men have differed, and will differ, I dare say, for some time to come. What I wish to impress upon the reader is the horrible nature and atrocious effect of a public execution. Dolly and I were passing by Newgate a few weeks later. Twas a Sunday and outside the formidable prison a considerable crowd was gathering. There were respectable men with their wives and children staring at...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 9

That evening, following supper, Baring revealed his ulterior motive. The man was a complete cad. It goes without saying that he had a fixation on seducing young girls, but he now correctly assumed that I had one as well. "Mr. Fogg," said he, "let us get down to brass tacks, shall we?" "You have my undivided attention, sir," I said looking him in the eye. "You are aware that I have a... shall we say, propensity for young women. The younger the better, but not so young as you might...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 10

On arriving the following day, I was greeted by Abigail Courtney Baring who provided me with a tour of their sumptuous home and grounds as a pretext in meeting her eldest daughter, Nicole. We found her in the music room. It was a high-ceilinged room containing a grand piano and decorated with wall paintings of satyrs and nymphs romping through a garden, very much like the one around the house, and accompanied by fawns playing pan pipes. The windows, which the paintings surrounded, looked out...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 12

"I truly believe I love you Abigail." "I love you too, Phileas. Now, please tell me why my husband has you here as his guest?" I was silent for a moment, thinking furiously. Then I began to tell her a blatantly concocted tale designed the turn her against Sir Baring and grant me leeway to her daughter Nicole. Knowing that the best of lies are as truthful as possible, I began thusly: "Dearest Abigail, your husband is a very wealthy man. I myself am not poor, but he has it within his...

The Secrets of KingsChapter 11

Dawn sat up at the head of her bed, looking down at Lin. The Chinese girl was lying on her side, dressed only in a green, silk thong, her head on Dawn's bare thigh. Dawn stroked Lin's damp hair. Both of them were covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Summer had come early to Boston that night and Dawn, having discovered her new friend's tolerance for cold was much lower than her own, had turned off the air conditioning for her room. The room had gotten muggy, but neither had been inclined to...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 13

When Abigail left me, I decided to proceed with my seduction of Nicole even though it filled me with guilt and a certain dread of what would surely follow. A few minutes before ten, Nicole knocked on my door and inquired if I wanted some tea. Opening the door I found the scamp had it there with her on a tray. She smiled and then giggled, then said with a humorous sagacity far beyond her years, "Tis for our walk, Mr. Fogg." "Fuel?" I inquired innocently, knowing she meant to fill my...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 14

Of course, Nicole confided in her sister Rhonda, and before I knew it the younger sister was badgering me, "to do her like I did, Nicole." In order to accomplish this second seduction I had to obtain Nicole's permission. There were two reasons for this, and I know, dear reader that it was my assignment to seduce both daughters, but this was necessary to ensure the girls kept quiet and that no petty jealousy crept in and exposed us to either parent. For I was as certain as there is no...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 16

But it was affection, not love that bound Mrs. Bentley and I together. We both came to realize it after a short time, but after her arrival I found myself venturing out once again, first to stroll along Saville Row, and then London of an evening. Once again, this time at Mrs. Bentley's urging, I grew a beard; and eventually I took advantage of my club membership and soon entered into what one might say was a virtual ironclad routine of rising at the same time each morning and arriving at...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 18

"It was later that evening, Madame Bentley had come and gone and Passepartout was alone in Fogg's quarters. "Faith," muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, "I've seen people at Madame Tussaud's as lively as my new master!" Madame Tussaud's "people," let it be said, are of wax, and are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to make them human. During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg, Passepartout had been carefully observing him. He appeared to be a man about...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 19

PHILEAS FOGG rightly suspected that his departure from London would create a lively sensation at the West End. The news of the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of conversation to its members. From the club it soon got into the papers throughout England. The boasted "tour of the world" was talked about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim. Some took sides with Phileas Fogg, but the large majority shook their...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 20

THE distance between Suez and Aden is precisely thirteen hundred and ten miles, and the regulations of the company allow the steamers one hundred and thirty-eight hours in which to traverse it. The Mongolia, thanks to the vigorous exertions of the engineer, seemed likely, so rapid was her speed, to reach her destination considerably within that time. The greater part of the passengers from Brindisi were bound for India some for Bombay, others for Calcutta by way of Bombay, the nearest route...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 21

IN order to shorten the journey, the guide passed to the left of the line where the railway was still in process of being built. This line, owing to the capricious turnings of the Vindhia Mountains, did not pursue a straight course. The Parsee, who was quite familiar with the roads and paths in the district, declared that they would gain twenty miles by striking directly through the forest. Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to the neck in the peculiar howdahs provided for them,...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 22

THE rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir Francis pressed the worthy fellow's hand, and his master said, "Well done!" which, from him, was high commendation; to which Passepartout replied that all the credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg. As for him, he had only been struck with a "queer" idea; and he laughed to think that for a few moments he, Passepartout, the ex-gymnast, ex-sergeant fireman, had been the spouse of a...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 23

THE Rangoon - one of the Peninsular and Oriental Company's boats plying in the Chinese and Japanese seas-was a screw steamer, built of iron, weighing about seventeen hundred and seventy tons, and with engines of four hundred horse-power. She was as fast, but not as well fitted up, as the Mongolia, and Aouda was not as comfortably provided for on board of her as Phileas Fogg could have wished. However, the trip from Calcutta to Hong Kong only comprised some three thousand five hundred miles,...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 24

THE detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this interview, though Fix was reserved, and did not attempt to induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that mysterious gentleman once or twice; but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin, where he kept Aouda company, or, according to his inveterate habit, took a hand at whist. Passepartout began very seriously to conjecture what strange chance kept Fix still on the route that...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 25

While these events were passing at the opium-house, Mr. Fogg, unconscious of the danger he was in of losing the steamer, was quietly escorting Aouda about the streets of the English quarter, making the necessary purchases for the long voyage before them. It was all very well for an Englishman like Mr. Fogg to make the tour of the world with a carpet-bag; a lady could not be expected to travel comfortably under such conditions. He acquitted his task with characteristic serenity, and invariably...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 26

THE CARNATIC, setting sail from Hong Kong at half-past six on the 7th of November, directed her course at full steam towards Japan. She carried a large cargo and a well-filled cabin of passengers. Two state-rooms in the rear were, however, unoccupied-those which had been engaged by Phileas Fogg. The next day a passenger with a half-stupefied eye, staggering gait, and disordered hair, was seen to emerge from the second cabin, and to totter to a seat on deck. It was Passepartout; and what had...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 27

IT WAS SEVEN in the morning when Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout set foot upon the American continent, if this name can be given to the floating quay upon which they disembarked. These quays, rising and falling with the tide, thus facilitate the loading and unloading of vessels. Alongside them were clippers of all sizes, steamers of all nationalities, and the steamboats, with several decks rising one above the other, which ply on the Sacramento and its tributaries. There were also heaped up...

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