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P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 28

THE TRAIN, on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden, passed northward for an hour as far as Weber River, having completed nearly nine hundred miles from San Francisco. From this point it took an easterly direction towards the jagged Wahsatch Mountains. It was in the section included between this range and the Rocky Mountains that the American engineers found the most formidable difficulties in laying the road, and that the government granted a subsidy of forty-eight thousand dollars per mile,...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 29

PHILEAS FOGG found himself twenty hours behind time. Passepartout, the involuntary cause of this delay, was desperate. He had ruined his master! At this moment the detective approached Mr. Fogg, and, looking him intently in the face, said: "Seriously, sir, are you in great haste?" "Quite seriously." "I have a purpose in asking," resumed Fix. "Is it absolutely necessary that you should be in New York on the 11th, before nine o'clock in the evening, the time that the steamer leaves...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 30

THE DWELLERS in Saville Row would have been surprised the next day, if they had been told that Phileas Fogg had returned home. His doors and windows were still closed, no appearance of change was visible. After leaving the station, Mr. Fogg gave Passepartout instructions to purchase some provisions, and quietly went to his domicile. He bore his misfortune with his habitual tranquillity. Ruined! And by the blundering of the detective! After having steadily traversed that long journey,...

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 31

London was agog at the news of Fogg's accomplishment. Queen Victoria, on learning that he had risked everything, sent an emissary to Fogg's residence to request that he present himself, Aouda and Passepartout at court. When the emissary learned of the forthcoming marriage, he rushed back to her majesty with the news. Queen Victoria declared that they should wed at Westminster Abby a week hence, with royal flourishes and pageantry. The elated trio of lovers was still digesting this news,...

Don t Sleep on the Subway Book ThreeChapter 52 Apr 1945 U S Seventh Army Enters Dachau Death Camp

“The first days of January 1942 brought enormous amounts of snow. The reader already knows what snow meant for the clergy. But this time the torture surpassed the bounds of the endurable. At the same time the thermometer hovered between 5 and 15 degrees below zero. From morning till night we scraped, shoveled, and pushed wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of snow to the brook. The work detail consisted of more than 1,000 clergymen, forced to keep moving by SS men and Capos who kicked us and beat...

Flirting With Exhibitionism And IncestChapter 9

Of course, I haven't tried to relate every single incident that occurred in this wild ride. As I sit here winding this piece to its conclusion, myriad memories are rushing forward: I'm remembering countless other incidents that occurred in the course of day-to-day living and showing off. However, what is included in this memoir is more than sufficient, in my estimation. Instead of giving you an every-single-day chronicle, I've tried to highlight the most relevant incidents that together...

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The fetish community is very tight-knit. These are the least judgmental people you can find on the planet. It doesn’t matter how weird or whacky your fetish is. You will find brothers and sisters in arms, ready to pop balloons in your ears or take a steamy dump on your face. This is what I imagine Jesus had in mind for Christianity. But, unfortunately, they kept the weird sex stuff and ditched the lack of judgment.Where I fit into this fetish shit is fascinating. I don’t have one fetish as much...

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The fetish community is very close-knit. It only takes a minute of following Kay's Archive on Twitter to see it. These are the least judgy folks you can find on earth. It doesn’t matter how freaky or fucked up your fetish is. You will find ladies and gents coming arm in arm, ready to pop balloons in your ears or take a steamy dump on your face. This is what I imagine Jesus had in mind for his followers. Unfortunately, instead, they tossed out the fun sex stuff and ditched their sense of...

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Sex Ed in Miss Kinny s Class Chpt III

Note : This story is completely fictional! “Good morning class” said Miss Kinny, the sex goddess teacher. “Good morning Miss Kinny!” said the class, hopeful that her promise of actual sex would hold true. “Today, were going to be having sex, I hope you all brought condoms” she said with a twinkle in her eye. I had brought a condom with me and me and Miranda had talked the day before about the possibility of us having sex in the next day’s class, and she had wanted to do it for several months...

The Sorcerer s Cup

The Sorcerer's Cup: The Beginning By Bashful Sometime in the First Millennium... The Sorcerer moved slowly across the cold stone floor, his joints stiff and aching. He was glad the silversmith had finished the cup early, he felt that his time was growing to an end very soon. The Sorcerer wasn't ready to go yet, that was why he had ordered the fashioning of the cup setting on the table before him. His body was so old that even his own power and spells could not rejuvenate it...

Fanny Hill Letter the First Part 3

Introduction:Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, also known as Fanny Hill is a novel by John Cleland. Written in 1749, it is considered the first erotic novel, and has became a byword for the battle of censorship of erotica. Fanny's story, as she falls into prostitution and then rises to respectability, takes the form of a confession that is coloured by copious and explicit physiological details of her carnal adventures.During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I...

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In 2001, my grandfather died at the age of eighty. His name was Miguel Martinez, but everybody called him "Mike." That's what people call me, too, and always have, although my own given name is "Michael." I didn't know Grandpa Mike well, but since I was his closest surviving relative, I was named executor of his estate. You've met Mike if you've read the story "Ohana," which was taken almost verbatim from his memoirs. I didn't even know about these memoirs until I went through his...

Sympathy for the Devil

(This story was a challenge put down by my friend and editor patientlee for her birthday. To turn on the radio and make a story from the next song heard was the challenge. And what did I get? See the title of this story for that answer. Okay lol, here we go. Best I could do with what I got. Happy birthday, you wonderful lady. And many more.) Walking into the bar, I breathed in deep the air of humanity that permeated the walls of this libation establishment. I smiled at all the simple...

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As I’ve mentioned previously in my little memoire, my Mother was very enlightened about me dressing but we had rules. One small problem is that Mother couldn’t get her very sexy arse out of her bed in the morning, one of the reasons that she worked for herself. So every morning, when I was at home, I had to take her coffee, try to wake her up and get her out at a reasonable time.The morning I remember best was the morning I couldn’t control my urges any longer, she was just too sexy. She...

Secrets of the Tea Room Ch 07

I wondered what this story could possibly have to do with the Tea Room, until she continued. ‘Aameenah was already instilled in the Sultan’s harem in 1153 when Eleanor of Aquitane followed her husband Phillip, King of France, on his crusade to the Holy Land. Eleanor was a rare woman. She had money, titles and land of her own. She was bright, strong willed and even by today’s standards, Eleanor would be considered a forward thinker. She detested Phillip. He was a religious fanatic, weak and...

Secrets of the Tea Room Ch 15

Jackson and I spent the day in Savannah shopping, then Vonne and I sent him on his way Thursday to meet with his attorneys in Atlanta. When she saw him finally drive out of sight, Vonne’s sigh was audible. ‘Thank goodness! Well, Dana, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve still got a lot to do to get ready for Friday …’ She turned and made her way back into the house and down the hall toward the study. I slowly climbed the stairs to my room, for the first time since coming to Tanglewood I felt a little...

Confessions of a transvestite hooker or whore

Confessions of a transvestite hooker or whore – you cannot be serious I hear you cry – well I am as I reflect on my life in dresses to date and some of my experiences which I am about to write about here as a memoirs of a life in dresses.So why use the term ‘hooker’ or ‘whore’ – well what I am about to relate from my current stage of life the memories are that upon reflection the meets I am about to relate felt more like me being a provider of sexual services and pleasure to people desperate...

Reprising Memories

Let us dive back into history as we row our boats down towards the castles of memories...... And then momentarily get lost into of the memoirs of illusions.... gliding in the air breathing fresh old air and floating through the wet warm waters of vices drinking from the lips and from the lollipops seeing how they opened up and how they closed down slowly smoothly and softly scrubbing the skin caressing the skin sucking licking touching and fucking the skin rubbing one skin next to the other...

A Mistake To Remember Chapter 3

Chapter 3: I didn't see Leonard for several days. In the meantime, Evalyn took a vacation from work to be with me. She wouldn't tell me everything about her son, preferring that I hear his life story from him, but when she did speak of him, it was with pride. Obviously, she didn't think there was much wrong with him. Like many of the Mengstrom men, he'd left the family confines at an early age and went out to see the world. He'd been a mate on a steamship freighter in the 1890's,...

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From a technical and tactics briefing aboard Atlantis, Alex and company decide to randomize their approach to apprehend Clemson. Making another trip back to Colonial Philadelphia, Alex allows Jack to send the time thief an 'explosive' message. Will Clemson find an ally with clues to the Empress' weaknesses and whereabouts? What will happen when two rats get into the hen house? Episode 3 ?Chaos to Catch a Thief? Atlantis Expeditionary Ship, Standard Year 257:06:28 ?Alex?...

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With some apprehension I slowly began to pack an overnight bag; for out of the blue I had received a phone call from Peter asking me to attend his graduation. I was truly flummoxed, for it must have been 6 months or more since we last made contact and I truly thought he had forgotten all about me.All through my journey I kept wondering whether I should really be doing this; OK we had a great time when we first met but to renew and continue our relationship was a different matter, anyhow lust...

Blackthwaite House Part 1 of 2

BLACKTHWAITE HOUSE (Part 1 of 2) By Lisa Lovelace After graduating from high school in Bellingham, a pretty college town at the very top left corner of the continental U.S., I decided to take a gap year before college. I began it by flying to England to take a walking tour of the Lake District in northwest England. I was an avid hiker - slender and fit, if a bit on the short side - and looked forward to exploring Wordsworth country on foot. It looked incredibly beautiful online:...

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BLACKTHWAITE HOUSE (Complete story) By Lisa Lovelace ~ ~ ~ Part 1 After graduating from high school in Bellingham, a pretty college town at the very top left corner of the continental U.S., I decided to take a gap year before college, and decided to start it by taking a walking tour of the Lake District in northwest England. I was an avid hiker - slender and fit, if a bit on the short side - and looked forward to exploring Wordsworth country on foot. It looked incredibly...

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And here I am face to face with my beloved son but as my newfound lover. My mother concluded her story, kissed me and bound me with her limbs. I was shell shocked by her revelations. She fucked her father and gave birth to me and fucked me her son and gave birth to my son. Unbelievable, four generations! ‘Certainly there is a difference in incest lovemaking,’ my mother said. ‘I felt it then with my dad and I feel it now with you, my son.’ ‘I agree with you, but why is it so?’ ‘It’s so...

Fanny Hill Letter the First Part 4

MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure.Letter the First - Part 4To this purpose were the reflections of the whole day, of which every minute seemed to me a little eternity. How often did I visit the clock! nay, was tempted to advance the tedious hand, as if that would have advanced the time with it! Had those of the house had the least observations on me, they must have remarked something extraordinary from the discomposure I could not help betraying; especially when at dinner mention was made of the...

Ingrams Assoc Prequel Broken

"Good afternoon, Algy. I may call you Algy, yes?" said the little man cheerfully. "I hope so. I know you can't answer me, but I also know you are in there. I can see it in your eyes. We can chat, yes?" The little man, in a white crumpled linen suit complete with Panama hat, settled into the large overstuffed chair present in every hospital and old people's home. He put down his steaming coffee on the side table, took off his hat and mopped his brow with his handkerchief, revealing that...

Memories in Ashes

As I sit here, in a wicker chair on my brother-in-law's front porch, in the warmth of the May sun, I am trying to remember clearly the events of the past few days, though (on some level) I am really trying hard to forget them. I remember the first time I saw the huge luxury-liner that we were about to board for our trip to America and the first time I saw Franz, in his neatly pressed, blue officer's uniform, leading us toward the embarkation stairs. Tears come to my eyes as I again realize...

MageChapter 105

Whilst the Psiontials under Una kept an eye out for Sarkal and waited for him to make a move ... we hoped, the few of us who were left continued to help the Yr’ch repair and rebuild their planet. The Drow Battalions were now being stood down as there was no longer anyone to fight on Draenoric, only the many remaining holdouts of the old regime. Those TechnoYr’ch and the just plain too stubborn to ask for help from anyone were being left alone. Athena’s followers were just over seven hundred...

The Door Next DoorChapter 1

Ben switched on the Weather Channel and looked at the current conditions: Temperature 25 degrees below zero, Fahrenheit. At least, he figured, the forecast had been correct. He pulled on a sweater, boots, overcoat, hat and gloves. Then he picked up a plastic tub containing his car battery and carried it to the parking lot. There, he popped his hood, set the heavy object into its holder and connected the cables. His engine cranked briskly when he turned the key, but it took a while to ignite....

Family SwappersChapter 16

"Can I help you?" Tim watched as his slender blonde wife struggled with the back zipper of her dress. It was Sunday night and they were going to be flying back to Washington late that night rather than waiting for the morning flight. It had been a very productive weekend, and Tim felt confident that he and Ron had made the right decisions. The nomination was within reach! Tim moved over to Sylvie and put his arms around her, holding her close to him as she stood looking in the...

Images in Henna

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I opened the door to my dorm and threw my bag onto the love seat that my roommate Callie and I had gone halves on, just like our flat screen in the room. I sat down on my made bed un luck Callie’s which her boyfriend most likely made for her. He always did everything for her. “I am done with my damn classes!” I screeched and covered my face with one of my pillows to muffle my screech. “Girl hush I have my last couple classes tonight and I don’t need you rubbing it in.” She turned to...

Julie s Memories Summer Party 1975

I was at an evening party with my Jim. One of those warm summer parties when it is hot enough to have the windows closed and the cooling on low. The house was just out of town, so the houses were about 100 feet apart. There were nearly 40 people talking and laughing. I walked through the house being polite. Jim knew more people than me. I was in a mood to be less chatty. I walked out on the veranda. It was a moonless night. The outside lights were not on. But, the light through the curtained...

Live Strong Part One

Introduction: Army I had just finished my classes for the day and started walking back to my dorm. I had been going to Oregon State University for almost three years now. Since my 21st birthday was yesterday. I opened the door to my dorm and threw my bag onto the love seat that my roommate Callie and I had gone halves on, just like our flat screen in the room. I sat down on my made bed un luck Callies which her boyfriend most likely made for her. He always did everything for her. I am done...

Memoires of a Schoolgirl The Art of Seduction

I grew up in the 1960’s and 70’s in the townships of Yallourn, and later, Yallourn North. These towns, especially Yallourn, have etched indelible memories of my childhood and youth. One special memory in particular relates to my student days at the Yallourn High School which I still vividly remember. These memories are a recollection of events that took place in the year of 1980, my final year at high school, before going to the University of Melbourne in the following year. I feel honoured...

Memoires of an Army Base The Art of Seduction

I lost my virginity at the tender age of 16, two days after my birthday, at Lake Narracan. Within weeks, my Year 12 had commenced at the Yallourn High School, the year being 1980. Throughout the first semester, I met an American boy who was living in Australia for two years while his parents were seconded on a huge engineering project. Taking a liking to Larry, the boy in question, I proceeded to seduce him throughout that semester. On the Tuesday before Easter, my seduction process culminated...

Nina Goes Home For a Break

This story continues the Nina series. Nina’s stepdaughter’s Ella and Nicole were away on holiday and Harold away on business so Nina went home for a week to stay with her Mum and even with the best intentions of staying well behaved she soon ends up being disciplined. It all started well enough and her Mum was pleased her 38 year old daughter was apparently far better behaved than before leaving home. Nina was happier as well, and enjoyed being very busy at work knowing when she got home her...

Bobbie s Girl

For the previous year, the war had seemed so distant. It was just something you hear on the wireless, or watched at the picture house. For the most part life carried on as normal, but slowly things were changing. Besides the blackouts and barrage balloons, the first real change that I noticed was the lack of wolf whistles when I walked past the factory gates. The male workers have been replaced by women, the men having answered the call to arms. It was a bit of a joke at first but now things...

Mother and Son The Prequel

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. After an overwhelming response from my first two stories, especially Mother and Son which has attracted over 350,000 readers; I have decided to open up and reveal my first incestuous experience. Reflecting back over the years, there is no doubt that what happened between my brother and I planted the seeds for the present day. I would like to share these...

Memoires of an Army Base The Art of Seduction

I lost my virginity at the tender age of 16, two days after my birthday, at Lake Narracan. Within weeks, my Year 12 had commenced at the Yallourn High School, the year being 1980. Throughout the first semester, I met an American boy who was living in Australia for two years while his parents were seconded on a huge engineering project. Taking a liking to Larry, the boy in question, I proceeded to seduce him throughout that semester. On the Tuesday before Easter, my seduction process culminated...

Memoires of a Schoolgirl The Art of Seduction

I grew up in the 1960’s and 70’s in the townships of Yallourn, and later, Yallourn North. These towns, especially Yallourn, have etched indelible memories of my childhood and youth. One special memory in particular relates to my student days at the Yallourn High School which I still vividly remember. These memories are a recollection of events that took place in the year of 1980, my final year at high school, before going to the University of Melbourne in the following year. I feel honoured...

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(Please note the people mentioned in these stories are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. These stories contain explicit sexual descriptions and are aimed at the over 18’s)Page One: I received this journal in a parcel my mum sent me but have never written in it till now. I am going to try to keep a memoire of all the things that happen to me, I don’t expect anyone to read this private view into my life.Friday July 3rd 1230hrsDear Journal, just a quick entry as...

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Tripletitby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan July 2004The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.We never intended to land on Tripletit. That isn’t the planet’s real name. It is the third planet out from the local sun so its name starts with ‘Tri’ but every spaceman calls it...

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In 2003 I was freshly out of school, temporarily unemployed, in a depressing and unhealthy long-distance on-off relationship of the sort that young people who don't know what they want often find themselves in and, further, was newly and angrily "off". I went to a bar with some friends to blow off some steam and got a few drinks down the hatch in short order. There was a new girl working as a table waitress and, while nothing special to look at, she was curvy, showing a lot of strong-looking...

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I spent the summer of 1998 iin New York for an internship. I met a girl there who was pretty but not the most stunning beauty that you have ever laid eyes on. She was fairly tall at 5'10", a natural brunette who had to dye her hair black because she lived in New York, her eyes were an unusual shade of blue but not really striking. I met her at a nightclub that an acquaintance from my internship invited me to (I think it was Cheetah, but I can't remember) and found her attractive, but not...

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Princess Night Part Three - The Prom Queen: Plan A By Solon Plorry Getting the family ready for church is a to-do even in the crispest of clan's; for the Wallersons it was mayhem. The two youngsters didn't want to go to church, and Babs rarely took them. Over the years, she had 'binged' now and again on church going, usually at the 'Ruined Brigade, Church of My Total Redemption' out on the Fringe Road, because a few of her friends went there. Since the unhappy discovery of...

The Deception of Choice Episode Seventeen

The Deception of Choice. Episode Seventeen, comprising Chapters 40 & 41. Preamble. David's friends lend sympathy and help. For which David is duly grateful but does it solve anything? Is it all too late with the Government seemingly now involved? Hope eternal springs in some breasts whereas David's breasts seemingly just spring .... Helen offers an explanation, but you will have to decide for yourselves.... Chapter 40. Anne, there before him, was sitting at a table...

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The ad had said only "Positions in Japan, Degree required" and a number, the fact that I found it in the back of a magazine for Sissy Maids certainly made it seem like a more interesting idea at the time. I had just finished my art degree and was holed up in my house just a few blocks from campus, all my roommates had left for the summer and I had the place to myself, generally I try to keep myslef pretty busy becuase when I am alone, I cant help how strong the urge gets to start...

Memoires of the Marquis d Amour End

10 - Resolution At home my black pearl received me with joy, she may have missed me? In my office she dutifully informed me about the happenings since my depart. She told me, that she saw Joseph retire through the windows of the two sisters. Confronted with that fact, he must have promised to Candela his fullest cooperation for her secrecy, what gave her a welcome chance to get into his breeches. In lucid words Candela described to me the exciting events, and if her skin would have been fairer...

Memoires of the Marquis d Amour 9

9 - Satisfaction »All night long I had to masturbate just thinking about your magnificent tool, Sir! I need punishment or further satisfaction, Sir, urgently!«, so greeted me my black pearl, holding my breakfast tray out to me. With the smooth elegance of a black panther she moved then in front of the long mirror, dropped the blue skirt and the bright white bloomers around her ankles. In the classical african tradition she arched her back, intertwined her fingers in the back of her head, spread...

Memoires of the Marquis d Amour 8

8 - Exploration The court room was empty, on the auction list was a tattered estate and a horse cart in desperate need of repair, and a servant named Candela. Because the deceased owner was a sailor for his entire life I could imagine dark ports in Africa where he could have found this bargain. As she was presented her dull black frock and her greased plaited hair repelled first my attraction, but then considering her hight - towering eight foot - and her mystic african eyes I reserved her...

Memoires of the Marquis d Amour 7

7 - Submission Justine was the first in the morning to report with anguish, that she was bleeding from her sisters administrations, but I guessed right that she just experienced her first monthly curse. To my question, if she hurt her sister too, she shook her head so vehemently that her golden locks flew, and she swore at once, that she was so much gentler - by God! As I instructed her about the nature of her blood and the history of the nasty spell that befell women of her age I washed her...

Memoires of the Marquis d Amour 5

5 - Initiation It was a beautiful sunny morning and I was whistling a happy tune. I was still lolling around in my bathrobe as Justine served me my morning tea. She was all shine and sparkle, and after she placed the tray on the desk she flung her arms around my neck and kissed my cheeks. Oh - I grabbed her around the narrow waist and searched for her lips with mine. Holy softness! »Give me your tongue, darling!«, I begged the charming maid in a whisper, she tried it out and seemed to like the...

Memoires of the Marquis d Amour 4

4 - Seduction To fire up the two randy sister a bit further I removed myself after dinner into my office. Justine brought me my evening port from the bar with a strange gloss in her deep blue eyes - the silver tablet shook under her emotions and she spilled the precious drink. »Do not mind that, dearest darling - I'm in a generous mood tonight!«, so I calmed her rising guilt and to tickle here own generosity as well. I removed her belt and pinched her into her naked buttocks. With a silly...

The sinful Memoires of the Marquis d Amour

After a good dinner I played a game chess with Justine in front of the fireplace whilst Juliette sat on the couch and trained her reading skills. The frequent stolen glances at me still seemed to heaten up their emotions, and in a strange way to display a sort of sisterly jealousy. I was simply impressed by this welcome affection. I couldn't wait until Justine would utter the need to relieve her bladder before bed time and I would be afforded with another good look at her hidden charms. This...

The sinful Memoires of the Marquis d Amour

Justine stood before me in my office on the second floor, her pretty sky blue eyes hidden under long lashes, her golden hair well braided and nicely decorated with a purple ribbon. Her delicate hands were clasped in front of her tiny white apron, and under her shortened blue skirt her knees were surely touching as well! With thirteen she was the older of the two sisters - so to say: the role model! So I came straight to the point: »Did you rub the dickel of our new poultry boy?« That came...

The sinful Memoires of the Marquis d Amour

My late father bestowed on me enough wealth to lead a leisurely life style, and mother nature endowed me with a generous member that wanted to be constantly entertained by the most delicious adventures. I owned now suddenly a few houses in town and my walled in villa in the country side. I maintained already two young maids, Justine and Juliette as I called them, the lovely and lively daughters of a certain Mister Beaumont, who was a traveling sales man, and who's lovely wife happened to die...

Mother s Milk

Mothers' Milk by Elizabeth Mann Women, Their always good to have around. I play with when I'm bored or when I need a blow job. Yes they cook and clean too, but that's expected. That's what my mother did for my father, that's what I have women do for me. But I was stupid like my father, I married one, a stupid idea, marriage. Why say "I do" in front of some priest? So I can fuck her? I can fuck her without the priest. Women, they want the priest. They want the marriage, why? So...

Patriot Games Part 4

This is the continuing saga of a submissive mild-mannered computer software salesman, who has been drafted by HLS to go undercover as a female impersonator. The first phase of his training has been completed, and a professional dominatrix has picked up where his wife left off. Stay tuned for the rest of the story, as our agent finally makes contact with the story's TRUE villain. A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the characters depicted in...

The Rise of Commander Cassidy Chapter Two THE PROFESSOR AND THE COHORT

The coffee shop 'Javaverse' is a popular location for college-age students to study, socialize, and listen to local bands preform their music live on the weekends. 'Remember, find a way to get him alone and then use the nanobots I gave you' Felix reminded Jessie over a Bluetooth headset she was wearing. 'Yes, Master Felix," she replied softly, removing the headset and tucking it into the white blouse she was wearing. As soon as she stepped inside the smell of fresh coffee grounds struck...

Entrapment Of Married Woman Into Prostitution Part XI

Please read the previous chapters to pursue: I slowly raised my head from her breast to have a look at her beautiful face. All my bold run away from my face. I felt like a hot wind blowing on my face. I could not believe my eyes and it must be a dream! What I am seeing. The woman whose breast I was kneading and licking was my own blood sister! She gave us lot of money recently and now I understood from where that money came. A prostitute! From my own aristocratic family. They will hang...

A Clockwork Orange

How many times have you heard the saying, ‘ What goes around comes around’? That saying is the basis of my story. My life has had a very eventful and chequered past, one that has come back to haunt me. I am a male and 46 years old at the time of writing my memoires. As a youth growing up, I was always very shy with other girls, whether they be classmates at a co-ed high school or neighbours who live in the same street. I always hung around with my best friends and rarely went...

Nina Goes Home For a Break

This story continues the Nina series. Nina’s stepdaughter’s Ella and Nicole were away on holiday and Harold away on business so Nina went home for a week to stay with her Mum and even with the best intentions of staying well behaved she soon ends up being disciplined. It all started well enough and her Mum was pleased her 38 year old daughter was apparently far better behaved than before leaving home. Nina was happier as well, and enjoyed being very busy at work knowing when she got home her...

A Northerly Light

I don’t know what first caught my eye. Maybe a glint from a mirror, a light flicked on in the growing dusk? Whatever it was, it sparked something that’s been at turns amusing, thrilling and sordid. And not just for me. We’d recently rehabbed our attic space: paneled, wired and insulated it and generally made it a pleasant office for me. We also added a window in one gable end to let in the soft northerly light. That’s where I set up my desk. Our older neighborhood had grown organically, with...

Reginald s FutureChapter 4

Reg went on, “As I said once before, the proposition that ulcers were caused by bacteria in the stomach was initially ruled out by the medical hierarchy, because it was an established tenet of faith that the stomach contents did not allow bacteria to survive. This was based on initial tests done around fifty years before, on a limited sample of patients. When the new proposers asked for experiments to be done to clarify the facts, these were denied because it was ‘already proved’ that the...

Nowhere Man Book One Chapter 18

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