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Ritu

My Ritu Recently one of my friends told me about this site. After visiting this I wish to share the readers a real incident took place in my life. I am Anil, 23 years of age and working as manager in a private financial institution at Thiruvananthapuram. Our head office is at Chennai. There were 5 staffs including me there. Two months back one peon retired. On compassionate ground the authorities decided to post his daughter Ritu at my office, since he was a loyal worker and his financial...

The Sandpiper

The Sandpiper The sound of waves coming in to roll up onto the beach was the first sound that he heard. A long steady drumming of water on wet sand that was repeated in a building trembling roar over and over again. The second thing that his senses identified the nanosecond afterward was the stench of the salty air overwhelming him and the bright stars burning overheard against the black of the night sky. He couldn't move at all and there was nothing else around him but the beating...

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...

Project Girlfriend Veronika Part 1

Project Girlfriend: Veronika Part 1 (June 10-July 8 2019) Oh man, another day, another boring lecture...... Lew noted as he sat in a small English Composition classroom, listening to the professor drone on. Granted to be a college freshman shouldn't been this dull Lew had figured, but often he had found the days slowly drifting by and by. The lecture was, like this week, being over mythic stories and while some of them were interesting, Lew found some to be quite drab. He scratched his...

Christine Dies

Christine DiesIt was with some reluctance that Yuri finally agreed commission a statue of the sex slave he had murdered with his own hands by burying her alive. Stipulations: she must be life-size; completely naked; realistic to the last detail. No other material but gold was good enough. There were enough photographs of Christine in her nakedness so that lack of realism would never be an issue, and as for gold - Yuri's fortune could purchase the most glamorous of living women and would have no...

Sali Makes her move

My wife Sana is the second hottest woman on earth. Ours was an arranged marriage and I knew I had the luckiest dick on earth and the most sensuous pussy and luscious mouth to fuck any man had ever had. Unfortunately the hottest woman on earth was Sana’s sister Lubna. If the greatest sculptor on earth had tried to frame this beauty, he would have wept with grief at his failure. Smoothest marble could not have come close to replicating her features or her figure. Sana would have fulfilled the...

The Department of Keeping it Real Chapters 1 3

THE DEPARTMENT OF KEEPING IT REAL VOLUME I: KEEPING IT REAL by OVID LEMMA CHAPTER ONE: DREAM ON For as long as he could remember, Trevor Bailey had a vivid imagination. His fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Parker, had once noted: 'Trevor is a gifted boy, but his head is always in the clouds.' It was true. He'd imagine different worlds - fantastic worlds and worlds not so different from his own - in stunning detail, their every little facet as real as the world he lived in. As a child,...

Daniella Bound

For Daniella all was darkness. The sleep mask he had slipped over her eyes encased her in velvet black. Every other sense was heightened. She heard the soft whirr of the fan and the rustle of his clothing, as perhaps he crossed his legs or shifted in his seat. She smelled the honeysuckle through the open window and the sharp tang of cologne whenever he drew close. She felt the prickling of cooling sweat on her exposed skin every time the fanned air brushed her. And she felt the tautness of the...

Ash s New Carreer Pt 2

Chapter 2 Standing back in the doorway of her own room Keira was surprised to see the wonderful job Ash had done with his makeup. It looked nearly as good as her own best effort despite the colours she had given him. She smiled watching how Ash applied the last touches to his makeup look before coughing loudly just when he was putting the brush down. Ash who had been so absorbed in applying the makeup as good as he could shook out of his concentration and looked over to his sister in...

The Adjustment of Nicola James

Chapter 1: A Meeting WithMr. James?Please, sit down.? They had arrived at my Highgate consulting rooms on a damp afternoon in April. The weather had been dismal for the two weeks since Easter. It was showing no signs of improving. The chimneys of London were still pressing black, coal smoke into the air. The streets and slates of the roofs were still silver with the sheen of recent rain. Gas light from the posts in the street and in my own hall had leant a warming glow as I opened the door to...

Eternal Slavery I Her first punishment

Rome, in the year 1600, Lorenzo da Roccia’s antique palace. Smooth and intense was the smoke that arose in the sombre atrium of the palazzo. It came forth from the last of the beeswax candles which had died out. She liked it that way. Darkness surrounded her, soothed her, while she was looking out of the open window and let her long, curly hair and flowing gown flutter in the fresh night breeze. Her sensuous mouth curled into a soft smile.Her Master was out there. She knew he would come very...

Frozen Love

Frozen Loveby Abe As soon as I realized I was floating free, in micro-gravity, I knew something was terribly wrong. I tried to figure out where I was and how I got there. Charles and I had only been married for three weeks, two of them in hiding, when he was arrested and tortured for being a member of the Liberty Party. While I suppose they might have suspected me, too, my father was a recent appointee to the Cabinet, and it would have embarrassed the President, if they had...

Suzi Rebuilt as a Sex Toy

1Michael chose a strange point for me to start telling you my story, but that's not a surprise. Ever since we met, he's done everything he can to keep me off balance. It's my feet. He wants me to tell you about my feet. Later, I'll tell you about the other parts of my body he's had - as he calls it - "customized".It's terribly humiliating to me to have feet like this. After a year of training and three surgeries, I can no long keep my balance unless I am wearing ballet boots with six inch...

Jump Start

Jump StartBy AleeEveryone who practices BDSM got their start somewhere. Somehow. Maybe it was you or your lover trying to spice up your bedroom play by acting out a scene from a mainstream TV show. Or perhaps you were seduced into the lifestyle by a more experienced man or woman. My start? I guess you could call it a ‘Jump Start’. I imagine it’s a little different from most folks, I think. It’s such a vivid memory that I think about it often when I’m by myself, hooded and chained in my...

Diagnosis Hung

Diagnosis:Hung By Anastasia and Veronica Divine Interview days are, quite simply, exhausting. Placing my black framed glasses aside the tilted stack of applications and resumes, I leaned back in my high backed leather chair, my fingers caressing the corners of my closed eyes, pinching the bridge of my petite, slender nose, making sure not to muss my eye shadow. My full lips hung agape, my mouth drying with each deep, slow inhalation that caused my prodigious chest to...

Butterscotch Part 5 The House of Ariadne

Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me . I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one.The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in the...

Embarrassing

Embarrassing by StateRowdy ? She got off on embarrassing me. In fact it runs in her family. I found out the hard way. We had been engaged for about three months. Martha and I were out having drinks at a local college bar when she ran into an old boyfriend. Now let me just preface things here by telling you that Martha is extremely attractive. Tall, good looking All American Girl kind of look, sort of like Cindy Crawford but with bigger tits. She intimidated a lot of guys, including me. In fact,...

A Birthday for Spalding

A BIRTHDAY FOR SPALDING?So you’re excited about your birthday?? Maisie Tyll asked as she stroked her brother’s cock. Spalding and Maisie had a nightly ritual—they’d watch TV together, and she’d tease Spal’s dick as he sat next to her, but just during commercials. Then, of course while they were watching ?American Idol? and the commercial wasn’t on, he was totally focused on her putting her nasty little hand on his dick again.Spalding was so out of it, man. His twenty-second birthday should have...

Math Class

Math Class Chapter 1 It was the last period of the day, math. Now I’m a pretty smart kid and I enjoy school but there was only one reason I looked forward to sitting through that class. Rose Wechsler. She was hot, the kind of girl that the guys talk about in the gym room, the kind guys jerk off to at night. She had curly blonde hair, a great smile, long legs, never keeping her thighs hidden and those fantastic breasts. You can see why I was so excited that our last names were so close to each...

Ms Marca When Tim Is Gone

'It's crazy, I know it is, but I can't explain just how much it excites me. It's my sexual needs, loving it so much that turns me on as well; I’m not wanting to have an affair or long-term relationship with another man, but just desiring a man for sex. I think many women wouldn't say no to another man if there was no chance of their husband ever finding out. But like all willing cuckolds' wives, being honest about my love of sex, my sensuality, being turned on by knowing other men...

As Flies to Wanton Boys

1Like Flies to Wanton Boys by ariel emms?Not yet, Morsel,? the serene voice said firmly and with just the slightest hint of amusement, ?you will know when?. Ariel lay, her cheek flat, the muscles in her neck corded with strain, her hands pressed flat above her head, her small breasts crushed between her chest and the wooden tabletop. She made a strangled noise meant to indicate assent to her Mistress’ admonition.Her face squeezed tight, her eyes shut, her mouth a tiny O, small beads of...

The Box

THE BOX By Hungry Guy Gail drove down the quiet suburban street on a Thursday evening and pulled into a driveway of a house that looked like a cookie-cutter image of all the others in the neighborhood. She picked up her clipboard and glanced at the couple in the back seat of her car. "This home is right in your price range, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. It has a finished basement, and two large bedrooms." The woman in the back glanced at her husband and said "Looks okay from the outside. ...

Encased In Plaster

ENCASED IN PLASTER By Hungry Guy Dale's house, set back from a lonely dirt road just off I-78 out in rural Pennsylvania, was full of plaster and ceramic sculptures of wildlife. He had a workshop studio in his basement with sculpting tools and supplies, and he had long since converted his garage into a gallery and store. People would drive all the way from New York and Philadelphia to buy his works. He wasn't wealthy by any means, but his hobby provided him a modest income. Unknown to...

New Job

I don’t like words like ?timid? or ?shy?. They’re just such weak words, and the world tends to be fairly cruel to the weak. Unfortunately, they are probably good words to use to describe me. I’ve been living the meek life of someone who’s perceived as weak. I’m not going bore you with the details of my life. The basics are that I’m the typical unseen cubicle paper-pusher with no real outlook on life. I’ve lived up to this point with my head down and working hard toward some ambitionless goal....

Punished on Valentine s Day

Rose WilderPunished on Valentine’s Day?What do you think you’re doing, young lady?? The deep, booming voice sounded angry.The dark-haired woman reacted immediately and fell on her knees. Her long black hair was cascading down her back, accentuated by her still lightly tanned skin. At five foot six she was a bit taller than the average with a body that would not have been misplaced in the Playboy.She had been standing in front of the full length mirror of their bedroom, supposedly getting ready...

A Beautiful Wish Chp 5 The Heart Remembers

A Beautiful Wishby 800ibGorrilaChapter 5: The Heart RemembersThe water streamed across George and Dawn's entwined bodies. It traced the lines of George's lean muscles and caressed Dawn's impossible curves. They kissed and embraced and joined over and over, enjoying a closeness that neither had felt in their short time together. George cleaned her first, starting with her golden brown hair, which looked and smelled just as intoxicating wet. He lathered up his hands and slowly ran them over...

Wife fulfills a fantasy sans husband

SATURDAY MORNING It was Saturday morning. One of those Saturdays in middle spring that was sunny and delightful with summer pushing spring away. The temperature was in the low 80s and the week end promised to be great. Mike, my husband of 10 years, and I, were traveling to one of those resorts with golf, tennis, swimming pool and other amenities. Mike’s company was having a meeting to discuss last year’s performance and to plan for this year’s sales efforts. In...

What I Want

What I Want What I WantBy Darqside The first time I met her, she was leaving the same hallway door I was about to enter, we were both on our own way to or from class in college, but that single moment that I met her changed everything. I wanted her. From that single encounter I recalled with exact clarity her height, the blonde tufts of curls in her hair, her deep blue eyes, long eyelashes, and pink lips. She was wearing a blouse with black dress pants, perhaps for a presentation or...

Sex with sexy aunt

Hai iam shailendra. Again with a new experience . I was twenty-seven when I got my first house. My wife Swathi and I had been working on finding a place we could afford for almost two years. Finally, however, it came to fruition. There were, of course, all the visits from relatives on both sides. Something about having a new place that makes people think you need houseguests in order to complete the experience. The first eight or ten visitors didn’t bother me. After that, it got a little old....

The State of Grace

PROLOGUE PROLOGUE ??????????? The State of Grace was a new colony, formed after the second civil war of the UnitedStates had almost destroyed everything.? The State was lenient as far as laws go.? Many of the more frivolous laws were removed from the books, especially ones that were based in the theocratic form of government that eventually led to the war.? Prostitution was legal but heavily regulated and as long as all of the adults involved were consenting, they could do just about...

Ramya quenches her thirst

Hi ISS readers. Well, this is my first contribution to my collection of stories and imagination. Well, to introduce myself, i am Robin and i stay in chennai. I am 28 years old and a civil engineer also doing interiors designing. Right from school, i have had an admiration to creativity and have headed a lot of cultural events at school. I am 5’7″, fair complexioned and have a medium build. Well, all my girl friends have always liked my appearance and my mannerism. Being very creative by nature,...

Training of Shauna the Pet

WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. DELETE NOW IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO VIEW THIS TYPE OF MATERIAL.The Author does not condone any of these actions, this is fantasy, make believe, ya know day dreaming. COPYRIGHT 2006: This story is copyrighted by the author, Stillbehindblueeyes. I?d love to hear from you Stillbehindblueeyes (at) yahoo (dot) comIf you post this story else ware please let me know and give me access to it....

The Painting

"The Painting" by Vlad Potemkin============================================================== Leslie knew she was going to buy the small painting the instant she sawit. It was strange. It was kinky. And it was absolutely mesmerizing, the waythe scene materialized from the perfectly orchestrated swirl of gray and blackpaint. She could also feel the eyes of the proprietor of this quaint little Sohostore. The tall attractive blonde remained seated behind a curved glass table,staring at Leslie...

My maid Sheetal

I stay at Mira Road in Mumbai, which is distant suburb of the city and I am 26 years of age working for a financial firm in the city. We never had a problem getting maid servants for household work since there were many of them in this place. So much so, that there was competition and quite a few of the women were left without work. Two years ago when I moved in, I spread the word that a servant was required at my house, I got many ladies who were interested in coming and working. I was clear...

The Jared Chronicles Jared s Brat School Part 3

Languidly, Tabitha walked through the downstairs hall, swaying her hips to maximize the swing of her well-formed ass. The cock-shaft around which her fingers were entwined was resolute in its hardness, primed for the penetration she needed. He might have grabbed her and fucked her against any surface in the house, over any piece of furniture, but he did not.This guy had restraint—he knew how to savour an erotic moment and allowed himself to be led like a lamb up the gently curving stairwell. It...

Monica s dilema

The air was stale in the car, stifling really. Loosening my tie helped a little. I went to roll the window down and immediately heard "Don't roll that down, you'll mess up my hair," as my wife starred at me with a perturbed scowl on her face. This was going to be a fun trip back to our home. What was it that the doctor said? Oh yah, "Unresponsive Crohn's," hence my wife's abominable mood. She has been suffering from chronic diarrhea for the better part of three years now. It doesn't...

Build a girl

Your uncle was a weird reclusive man. He was the artsy type, but never made cent off his work. He was a sculptor or so he claimed, but you never could recall seeing his work. Your family had made conscious effort not to associate with him through out your life for being a failure with no money but you always saw the good in him. You made an effort to send letters and when you got of old enough you sent him money every now and then. But the biggest oddity about your uncle was his ability to keep...

Mina

‘She is amazing. Mina is her name. She was standing at 5 feet from me and I was able to smell her arousal and to see the slowly dropping stream from her pussy. And, trust me, her pussy was swollen and open like I have never seen before. She was desperately horny at this time. Like you, dear. I am feeling the pulsations coming from your cock. I can see the shiny drop trying to pop from your tip. Let me lick it… Mmm! She tastes good too, honey! Yes, I was catching a stream from her pussy with my...

Monica s dilema

The air was stale in the car, stifling really. Loosening my tie helped a little. I went to roll the window down and immediately heard "Don't roll that down, you'll mess up my hair," as my wife stared at me with a perturbed scowl on her face. This was going to be a fun trip back to our home. What was it that the doctor said? Oh, yeah, "unresponsive Crohn's," hence my wife's abominable mood. She has been suffering from chronic diarrhea for the better part of three years now. It doesn't...

My Night at the West Lake Inn Part 3

I didn’t know what to do or say. I could only muster a meek “Sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. It’s what you asked for. It’s what I agreed to. Go for it!” “Going for it with your boyfriend in front of you is very embarrassing for me.” “No one here is judging you, you know. Not me, not Ken. And if you don’t talk about this with anyone, then no one will judge you for the good fucking you want Ken to give you. You are embarrassed because you are judging yourself, probably through someone else’s...

Tightrope Walker

Breasts are eruptions as surely as orgasms are volcanic discharges part sensation, part emotion, and all wet, wild explosions only women born as men know, although we may not say; we may not speak our minds, because polite society prefers reticence and lies. Faces ablush, lips scarlet with gloss; eyes all aflutter with false lashes, lids shadowed purple, eyes lined with film formers, thickeners, and pigments out of a chemist's most fantastic wet dreams, we put on false...

How It All Started Part IV Marie

HOW IT ALL STARTED Part IV Marie It is the first day of the new school year. I've recently turned 18, and am in Year 13 - the year when I apply for college, take some pretty serious exams, and start my adult life. It is a year of promise and opportunity; but on this day, it also seems likely to be a year when I will have to navigate through a pretty difficult phase of my personal development. I've recently exposed my alter ego Katie to the world during the eighteenth birthday...

The Oyster Vol 01 Ch 01

What is it that causes my lord to smack his chops in that wanton, lecherous manner, as he is sauntering up and down Bond Street, with his glass in hand, to watch the ladies getting in and out of their carriages? And what is it that draws together such vast crowds of the holiday gentry at Easter and Whitsuntide to see the merry rose-faced lassies running down the hill in Greenwich Park? What is it that causes such a roar of laughter when a merry girl happens to overset in her career and kick...

Kodachrome Lust

Vanessa held tightly to her lover’s hips as she arched into her mouth and came with a long shudder and low scream. When her lover’s orgasm ebbed, Vanessa kissed her way up the woman’s body, pausing to suck in a nipple, and nuzzle her neck, before settling into a long, deep kiss, sharing the love drippings with her beautiful brunette girlfriend. Vanessa settled into the crook of her lover’s arm and thought with happiness at what the last couple of months had, quite unexpectedly, brought her. ...

Mr Cox

IOn April 1 of year 2019 a strange sequence of events began its course in our nation’s capital. Upon waking up in the morning, Melinda K., a professional massage therapist could not find her mobile telephone on the nightstand. Melinda searched for it in the handbag and encountered a strange object. She stopped looking for the telephone and retrieved from the bag something round, elongated and wrapped into a cloth napkin. Melinda placed it on the edge of the bed, unfolded the napkin and...

The Creators Chapter 3 Redux

ASTRID The Gratoran Wall was nothing but a blue haze against the sterile desert sky, its amorphous outline split violently by Droktin’s Pass, whose geometric strangeness dwindled to a murky sliver with each agonizing minute. I watched as the tallest peak of the range, Iona, my homeland, faded into the azure blandness with the rest of the mountains until it disappeared completely in the sweltering air. The wheels of the slave cart squeaked, and the metal bars singed my skin. My wings ached...

Cheerleaders

Cheerleaders & Linebackers By Sabrina G. Langton Part 1 of 2 "We're leaving. Are you sure you don't wanna come?" Lydia, my girlfriend of a year and a half laughed. "No, I'm just going to relax and try on a couple of different outfits I got from Amazon," I said. "Are you sure?" she pushed. "The guys would love to see some legs at this party, I'm sure you will be wearing something short," "Something short and sexy, ha," Her friend Ava cut in. "Well if you change your mind I'm...

Big Beach Bulges Butts And Boobs Part 3

When I’d turned and seen his entire package on display right there, just a foot or so from my eyes, I think my brain stuttered for a moment. It’s surprising, however, what your eyes can see and your mind can absorb in just fractions of a second even when it’s not running at full speed. First, of course, was the fact that he’d removed his tiny Speedo and was now right there, in all his naked glory!The second thing I realized was that my curiosity regarding whether the impressive bulge in his...

The Head Hunter

The Head-Hunter By Katharine Sexkitten I'm not sure who had the biggest look of shock on their face, me or him. His oft-spoken words kept ringing in my ear. "The Yakasuchi 9500 is never wrong". Six months before the world shut down, my wife of thirty-one years announced one day that she was leaving me. Empty-nesters then, our three children out of the house and making their own way in life, she said, matter of factly, that while she still loved me and always would, she...

A Tribe For Tethys Part 1 Chapter 2

Part 1 -- Gesso Chapter 2: Carl, Iron, the Lake I get in the car, pull off my sandals and toss them in the back, pull my keys out of my handbag and double check that my earrings and necklace are in there, then I start the car and pull out. Already I feel a little wetness spreading into the crotch of my romper. I won’t be able to keep it all in, but I want to lose as little as possible. Another twenty minute drive to the northeast part of town. An older neighborhood, not particularly...

My Bully took my virginity

I’m Kavya, 23 years old, working as a teacher in a public school near Faridabad. Along with that, I also give home tuition to some students. One evening while tutoring one of my students, I saw someone in his house, which shocked me. The boy I was tutoring his older brother was Rishav. Rishav used to be my classmate for ten years in the school. He used to be a basketball player and was quite a popular kid in his school days. But most importantly, he was a spoiled brat who was always mean to me....

Peeking Sister

Driving home through the hot hazy July afternoon, raven- haired June Wright felt a returning wave of nausea sweep over her and was f****d to pull over to the side of the road to rest for a moment. As she sat there alone in the peace and quiet of the gently rolling Maryland farmlands, breathing in the familiar scents of sun-baked fields and dry hay mixed with the heavy sweet aroma of honeysuckle that grew wild along both sides of the narrow winding country road, she reassured herself for the...

Mom s Big Boy

It was 3:00 in the afternoon and Vicki Fallbright had been out at the pool in her back yard for a couple of hours, sipping iced coffee, swimming a bit, reading the kind of sexy novel she liked, and catching a little sun. After a couple of hours the iced coffee had caught up with her, and she got up to go into the house and relieve her bladder. The back yard in Vicki's house was quite secluded, so she had been able to wear her very briefest bikini. Vicki was a modest, churchgoing woman, and...

Mind Controlled Janice Pt 07a

The story starts on a cold autumn day, I had been swimming as usual. I parked my car outside my house and as I opened my car door I noticed the side door on Ian Steads van slide open. I had nothing to do with the Steads, they lived a few houses up the street from me, they were a father and son who had their own plastering business. The vans had the company name emblazoned on the side 'Stead & Son plasterers'. Under this logo on of the vans it said Ian Stead on one van and on the other van...

Retirement Plan

If you've got too tight a pucker where you sit you might not like the way I use the English language. Well, I was brought up in a foundry, so tough. I've been beaten up over it by better than you. My dad was a ceramicist--part artist, part high-temp chemist. I owe my success to him. I went to University of Illinois in Champaign on a free ride for Physics. I learned how to induce a strong magnetic field at a distance over a charged plasma guided by a laser bootstrapping a collimated...

The Woodworker s Wife

(Or the anatomy of a seduction from the husband’s point of view) Prologue Wood: It’s a simple four letter word for such a complex gift mother earth has given us. I’ve been in love with it for as long as I can remember. Wood is alive to the touch, and no two pieces are the same. It warms to the touch, and the very smell of freshly sawn timber is so sensual and evocative. It can be rough or smooth, a symphony of shades and textures. My grandfather, a jobbing carpenter, gave me my first carved...

New Horizons

David Miller glanced up from the pages he was feeding into the photocopier, taking note of the time on the clock on the wall. The nineteen year old had been working in Mail and Reproduction for nearly eighteen months now, just long enough for his job responsibilities to have become routine. Actually tedious might have been a better word, as even putting together copies of the 1977 first quarter report for nearly six hundred employees was more time consuming than difficult. It was just a matter...

Birthday Party

My wife and I have birthdays ten days apart. This year I decided to do something special to celebrate. Janey's was the previous Monday, mine the upcoming Thursday, so for this weekend between I developed a plan. By the time I'd finished with the preparatory part I was feeling physically beaten. Hustling around town in all the Friday after-work traffic, and then the arrangements with the kids nearly fell apart. Man, I don't know. It was all set up that they'd be staying overnight at our...

Next Best Thing

"Rogello, I can't believe I let you talk me into this," said Wendy, pulling her blade from the body of another goblin. The foul little creatures were truly infesting the old labyrithine catacombs beneath Vilders. The wiry young man who had brought her here smiled at her, his face streaked with green blood. "You love it, and you know it," he said. With a grunt, he rolled over another body, looking down at the misshapen face. "Ugly little buggers, aren't they?" The young lady nodded,...

Silver Surfer 1 Wisdom

NOTE: They used to talk about Stagedoor Johnnies, the men who hung around theaters with flowers and candy for the showgirls. Then women and girls got liberated and got horny, and they called the starstruck ones groupies. But there are some of us who call ourselves by another name. We are drawn to a special class of classy ladies, to those mature beauties who appreciate a man who appreciates a vintage affair. We call ourselves the silver surfers. And this is one of our stories. Charles B.,...

Jillian I

For Jillian, Carol, Susan, Sharon, and all the other beautiful women I have known. I love you. You asked about our life and I'll bet your interest isn't in what my parents and brothers and sisters were like, or what schools I attended, or even what I do for a living, so I will spare you those very important details and concentrate on what is, shall we say, unusual about the way we live. Our Home Welcome to our home. A round white, adobe house the entryway of which is actually a room...

Building Bridges

Ruth still thought about the day she was sold to the Hampton Plantation. She figured she was about six or seven when the overseer burst through the door and grabbed her. She did not know why, but assumed it had something to do with her mother, as Master Jones was yelling at her about helping another hand go missing. The only thing Ruth could think of at the time was what her mother did really wrong that the Master needed to punish her. Normally she only saw the Master on but a few occasions,...

Tessy s Reward

"Tessy?" "Yes, Madam." "Is my bath ready?" "Yes madam, may I undress now?" "Of course Tessy," She watched with animated satisfaction as her servile young maid slowly and deliberately bared her generous charms. "I never tire of watching you disrobe Tessy, it's always a stimulating revelation; an open invitation to be ravished and conquered for sexual gratification." Her voice became a breathless husky whisper. "It is no wonder the males of our species are so bewitched by your...

Long Island Sound

She leaned over me. Her breasts pressed innocently against my back. "Think you've found the problem Steve?" "Yea, I do. Just hand me the small phillips." She retrieved the screwdriver from the box on the table and passed the tool to my outstretched hand. Again her breasts snuggled against my spine. I leaned further to unfasten the hose clamp on the water system, thinking it best to ignore the breasts. I'd had this happen before. I assume all men have. Women "accidentally" touch their...

Promise

They sit, one in each corner of the double closet, like two, squat, white, abstract pieces of art, open to whatever interpretation the viewer chooses to make of them. Only the sculptor can validate the interpretation of any observer. Even though I own them I have no intention of even confirming what they represent or why they stand, alone and abandoned, in the corner of my clothes closet. They are both my cross and my salvation, all in the same breath; my sole remaining link to the past and the...

Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

Making an Example

My stylus flew across the tablet, the piece slowly taking form as I refined the brush strokes, the character seeming to spring to life before my eyes. It was finished, one drawing down, only several hundred more to go... It was late at night, the pale glow of my computer monitors the only thing that illuminated the room, discarded food containers and soda cans littering the desk upon which they were perched. I had been at it for hours, the sun had still been shining through my windows when...

A Summer Dance With a Succubus

Terry Gaiman adjusted his black bow tie in the mirror, trying to get it straight. He twisted it first one way, decided he'd gone too far, twisted it back, realised he'd overcompensated, twisted it again. Why did evening wear have to be so complicated? He fussed with his cufflinks. The shirt cuffs felt like a pair of oversized floppy manacles. He looked back in the mirror and tried, again, to straighten his bow tie. He checked the clock and felt his heart flutter in nervous panic. She was...

When a Wizard Walks By

When a wizard walks by, an exercise in the return of the gods and magic. I'm Tony. I was a dumb self-absorbed son-of-a-bitch when I graduated high school. I was about six feet tall, 180 pounds and flabby. I spent my time reading books. I was the guy that broke the grading curve, so the bullies did their best to fuck me up. I carried a fillet knife and several cable ties, the kind that the police carry in place of handcuffs. I'm afraid that I left more than one back alley a mess. That ended...

Vinnie At Large Marie Dinsmore

Many men and women in Vinnie's World are from your world - the world of white picket fences. Some come into my world seeking protection or assistance. Some stumble into my world by accident. Some fall into it from curiosity, like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. Some don't know they're in it until the truths of my world crush their realities, like the jaws of a great white shark crush the realities of a swimmer. So it was with Marie Dinsmore. I watched from the van as Marie Dinsmore...

The Execution

The man's eyelids fluttered as a stream of sodium thiopental flowed into his veins, a mocking smile still on his lips. None of the four technicians on the other side of the wall through which the intravenous tubing passed knew which of the plungers each of them pressed was delivering the drug to the prisoner, and they were never told. Each had an identical set of the injection devices used to send the lethal trio of compounds to the condemned man: the sodium thiopental that was now rendering...

Birthday Suits Must Be Worn

Committed naturists, their family and friends, intertwine in this fictional story based completely on people I know. Descriptions, interests, professions and attitudes have hopefully been depicted as I know them. “In, in, in, out, in, out, in, in, in,” Kurt Rapplai instructed, watching his two, bare naked, grand children humping and working the well mechanism, while he waved outside. Aisha, the half caste 8 year old girl and Atlas the 10 year old white boy both doing it all right, as Fanny -...

The Box

Gail drove down the quiet suburban street on a Thursday evening and pulled into a driveway of a house that looked like a cookie-cutter image of all the others in the neighborhood. She picked up her clipboard and glanced at the couple in the back seat of her car. "This home is right in your price range, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. It has a finished basement, and two large bedrooms." The woman in the back glanced at her husband and said "Looks okay from the outside. What do you think, honey?" The...

July

Chapter 1 When I first saw her, she was going through the interview. Her boss to be asked my help - to interview July on some special skills she will need in her job. Actually she was not so very good in the skills, but while listening to her I could not keep my concentration. Just imagine - big blue eyes, nice small nose, a little puffy lips... her teeth were not perfect and she was aware of that, trying not to smile too much, but for me it didn't matter. I enjoyed myself a lot looking at...

Riding the Tri Met

Being from the Mid-West, I have had the space to acquire a 1972 911 Porsche, a 1967 Camaro, a five window, chopped, channeled 1932 Coupe with a 350 engine, a 1959 Morris-Minor, two trucks, and even more motorcycles. I have rebuilt the engine on a 1966 Harley Davidson; stripped the parts down; sandblasted and repainted it to the original colors. I am in the process of rebuilding it and getting several more into running condition. These interests would not be possible if living in New York,...

Enlightenment In Judaea

"Spring in Chicago—hah!" Kalliste Periakes gratefully held the cup of cocoa in her hands. "It was so cold in the stands I thought my fingers and toes were going to fall off." She was standing in the front room of the Northwestern University's Woman's Co-op still bundled up from the cold of Wrigley Field. She was a slight woman with long cascading dark hair and a thin face dominated by large eyes. "I don't know why you went to that dumb game." Cheryl poured herself a cup of coca....

Mom s Big Boy

It was 3:00 in the afternoon and Vicki Fallbright had been out at the pool in her back yard for a couple of hours, sipping iced coffee, swimming a bit, reading the kind of sexy novel she liked, and catching a little sun. After a couple of hours the iced coffee had caught up with her, and she got up to go into the house and relieve her bladder. The back yard in Vicki's house was quite secluded, so she had been able to wear her very briefest bikini. Vicki was a modest, churchgoing woman, and...

Town Square

Stefanie knew that stripping down to her underwear was not the brightest thing to do in a secluded wood, in the dead of night, but, hey, she did what she needed to do for art. She stepped up to the rock where she had trained two lights and her tripod-held camera set on time-delay. In between each click, telling her that the camera had taken a picture, she struck and held a pose with a katana a friend who was into swords and knives had leant her. Her poses were those of a warrior. In one, she...

She Was Beautiful

Jiri was at a party, and saw her across the room. He was here to meet another girl, but she had stood him up. He was angry at the human race, one half in particular, and he intended to drink himself into a stupor. When he first saw her, he put down his drink. He could do nothing but stare. She was laughing with her friends, throwing back her beautiful black mane of hair. Her hand was behind her lover's neck, delicately kneading and stroking. Jiri could see the strength in that hand, and...

Overcome By Their Need to Breed

My mother was beautiful. There, I said it. It had been troubling me for a long time now, some six months or more. Outside the house, she dressed demurely, even conservatively, the picture of a respectable mother. But inside it? Ah, therein lay the difference. Inside the house, she wore only lingerie. Always sheer, always tasteful, perfectly suited to her. But it drove me insane. I could not ignore it; her creamy thighs, well-formed buttocks, and impressive bust were, after all, so clearly on...

Boogie Woogie Diesel Train

It was a hot and sunny (90 degrees) Tuesday in mid-July when I boarded the train. It was not just any train, it was the Via Canadian transcontinental from Toronto to Vancouver. I was lucky. I had just managed to reserve the last single room in Silver and Blue sleeping class. A rather charming room, I thought. A single seat that turned into a bed at night, with sink and toilet. Much to my dismay, however, there was only one shower for the whole sleeping car: that included 8 bunks, 7 more private...

Opus OneChapter 24 Ballet en Cinq Mouvements

I. Overture Jer pulled his headphones off when he heard the phone. He could almost tell from the ring that it wasn't Richard's father, so he started to get up to answer. "I'll get it," Richard said, moving quickly to the phone. Jer put his headphones back on, but paused the CD player until he heard who it was. "Hello?" Richard said. "Hi Sandra! Made it to your house?" Jer smiled. Richard's tone brightened up considerably. And why wouldn't it? If I was banging those two girls,...

Kings and ConquerorsChapter 7

It ended up being later than usual for a Tales session. That I didn't feel hungry was solved by an amused Helena telling me I had eaten quite well during the tale. I hadn't even noticed. Weird. Our isolation and the lateness of the day let us wander around in the dishabille of the sessions. And the nighties and my boxers soon ended up in piles near the lake's beach as we dove into its murky waters. Swimming in Minnesota lakes has its own peculiarity, although I had no other lakes to...

A Paladin s TrainingChapter 11 Maralon

***ARAN – Maralon, Capital of Ekistair*** Aran had thought Ironshire was impressive when he first saw it, but Maralon would swallow Ironshire ten times over! He tried not to gawp as he threaded his way down one of the wide, cobbled avenues through the bustling throngs of citizens going about their day. He wove through the crowds as smoothly as he could, wishing he could use his vala to enhance his senses. At the very least, it would save him from being jostled so thoroughly. Amina’s warning...

Spanking the House Guest You Call This Abuse Chapter 7 Friends helping friends Oh Yes there are benefits too

I was lying there in bed, wrapped around Molly when I woke from our post coital nap. The last I remembered, we had just finished each other off with massive orgasms. She fell asleep in my arms. My face was buried in her hair, my cock tip was still warm in her cooter. It felt so nice I must have dozed off too. I lay there just drifting at sleeps edge with a sexy little lover in my arms. She smelled so good, her body warm against mine. I was feeling too good to move. Time passed. Somewhere...

Fools in ParadiseChapter 10

Vincent had been standing there, absorbing what I was saying about cameras. “Ok, Vince, show me what you’ve got.” I think that calling him Vince was the most startling thing that had ever happened to him. His face at first was shocked and then slowly changed to ecstasy. Could it be that this was the first time in his life, somebody went beyond friendly, to friend? This can be an eye-opener for a lonely kid. His face broke out in a huge smile, “Well, Matt,” there was a slight hesitation, and...

My InheritanceChapter 40 Decorations

Quickly, I was asleep and dreaming. I was in a huge mansion, like San Simeon or an English castle, with unabashed opulence. I was in a large sitting room, probably two thousand square feet in an approximate square, with twenty feet high ceilings. Animal heads and art work decorated the mahogany walls. There were heads of wild beasts such as rhino and grizzly. The art was by Van Gogh, Monet and other masters. The most interesting decorations were the statues, each is a small, partially...

The Rogue s Harem Book 2 Rogue s Wicked HaremChapter 7 Royal Delights

Note: Thanks to B0b and WRC 264 for beta reading this! Sven Falk – Faerie Ava’s soft, stone lips pressed on my own as she kissed me with such a fierce passion. I held her in my strong arms, showing her that I would protect her. If she needed to flee her father and escape his abuse, I would keep her safe. By killing the bastard. I held her rose quartz body against mine, always shocked by how such a form made out of such a hard substance could feel so soft and alive in my arms. Her small...

YanaStory 4 Yana and the Catatonic Question

Once upon a time, in the days of the now-dissolved Evil Empire, the Soviet Government told a very lovely and intelligent blonde girl named Yana, who had just graduated from the People's Collective School #1369, home of the Muscovy Musk Oxen soccer team, that she wanted to work in the nuclear industry. She chose becoming a nuclear scientist over becoming a pick-and-shovel miner for uranium ore in the Novosibirskiye Islands north of the Arctic Circle where there is no uranium. Seven years...

Traitor Book 1Chapter 9 Luscious Ladies

Jason spent an enjoyable late afternoon with Robert and Marie the Chefs in their kitchen, first preparing a menu and then helping to cook. Jason loved the cooking technology in the kitchen. All food preparation was automated and cooking had progressed a long way past microwaves. They could roast, fry, barbecue, and boil food in no time at all. Timing was done to the microsecond and food was weighed by each machine to fractions of an ounce or gram. They also had installed many of Earth’s...

FITZChapter 15 After the Fall

Having driven several miles north, the explosion and the old plantation crumbling sounded like thunder rumbling in the distance. Once the large house had become rubble, a cloud rising from it of dirt and smoke, Angela triggered small explosives to obliterate the cameras. The feed had been sent to Billy and Molly and Anthony who collaborated in editing it into the climax of the documentary/manifesto soon to be released to the world. Angela sighed and relaxed, her work finally completed. Her...

Life on Another PlanetChapter 18 An Improvement in Outlook

March 23, 2012 12:30pm “I have a question, Anika,” Jesse said as the four sat at the dining room table. “If we were in Sweden, what would you serve for lunch?” “Ah, you are curious,” she smiled. “Well, it might be some yellow pea soup and an oven-baked pancake with jam or something sweet on it. Or it might be a whitefish baked in a traditional sauce with some potato and a vegetable. The lunch at home is usually a hot meal, but not too big.” “My mom used to make yellow pea soup with...

Farmer s Daughters

Copyright© Russell Hoisington 2007 Vince Clark was going to quit his job, assuming he lived long enough to return to the office and hand in his resignation. He pushed himself up onto his skinned knees, flinching as a sharp corner of rock stabbed the raw skin through one of the tears in his expensive British suit's trousers. He'd skied enough to know that he was lucky he hadn't broken his ankle or leg when he'd stepped into the small hole buried by the brown and dull-red leaves and...

The Winsome WidowChapter 6 Johanssen

If the transient sexual prowess of its members was a mystery, then the library itself was the enigma wrapped in the riddle wrapped in the mystery that was The Winsome Widow gentlemen's club. I was initially charmed by the high shelves stacked with bound volumes; there were no windows and all four walls were completely covered floor to ceiling with bookshelves and a wheeled ladder attached to each wall. In the centre of the room were two Chesterfield sofas and two sumptuous matching armchairs...

Light of HellfireChapter 3

The day was warm and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as rush hour was brought through its daily birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in volume and effort as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backs of their limousines, tired from a long day of treasure hunting. No one paid any attention to the silent man shuffling into the crowd with a bottle in his...

Erica Olafson Adventures of the Tigershark Vol 7 Chapter 2 Nexus

Shea tried to catch her breath, her suit was in restore and repair mode and the system assured her that it would be fully functional in less than an hour. Krabbel was not so lucky and her Archa friend was missing a leg. Hans and the Y’All and the marines were unharmed, except for a few bruises. The island was destroyed, and the shaft leading into the deep had collapsed. Hans was sitting by Krabbel who assured her that the Auto-Doc of his suit kept him pain-free and that losing a leg was not...

Discipline and Reward A Love StoryThe Epilogues In which the players take their final bows

I’ve spoken at some length about Greg Wolfe. Let me take some time to give a brief eulogy of that selfless, courageous woman, Annette Wolfe. Annette Jolie Dubois was born and raised in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, in the USA. Later in life she was fond of telling people of her hometown, “It’s pronounced just like it’s spelled: bah-tawn roozh, loo-zana.” At age 8 she met her best friend for life, Julia Charlotte Crosby of Falkirk, Western Australia. They met in their first Jovan Farmer Trust...

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