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Meri Chudai Ki Dastaan 8211 Part V 8211 Hawa Me Chudai

Main apni normal life enjoy kar rahi thi aur saath hi saath apni secret chudai ki life bhi enjoy kar rahi thi apne chacha ke sath. Meri chudai chacha ke sath bina kisi ko pata chale aaram se chal rahi thi. Abhi bhi, jab bhi mauka milta hai, main apne maa – baap ko chudai karte huye jaroor dekhti thi aur chudai mere jeevan ka ek jaroori hissa ban gayi thi. Maine apne chacha se chudai ke baare me bahut kuch ya yun kahiye ki sab kuch jaan liya tha aur main apne aap ko ab chudai ki expert samajhti...

Turnabout Part 3

When I woke up and looked over, Jess was up and looking at me. "Hey beautiful," she said, giving me a kiss. "That's a wake-up call," I smiled. I had gotten used to her calling me beautiful. At first, it felt weird and mocking. Now it felt normal. "What time is it?" "9:15." "How long have you been up?" "About an hour," she said. "Why didn't you wake me? Weren't you bored?" "I read the paper. Besides you looked so sexy lying there. " I was wearing a teal satin nightie...

The French Slave

THE FRENCH SLAVE Capitan Omar Aydin, commander of Company C of the Second Battalion of the Sultans Janissary Cavalry stood idly in the antechamber of the Emir of South East France' office. He had been summoned the previous evening to appear for consultation with the Emir. It was very unusual for junior officers to be summoned by the Emir. He was wearing his dress uniform, blue riding pantaloons, black riding boots, white shirt, red jacket, closed at the throat, red fez with gold...

The White Apron Did It

The White Apron Did It By Monica Graz PART 1 Dennis Arnellos finished getting dressed and gave an indifferent look at his immense but untidy bedroom. His Polish maid Magda would take care of that later, he thought. He moved to his study and turned his computer on and then went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. He knew that Magda would be out at this hour doing her morning shopping. He started going back to his study but stopped as his eye caught the freshly ironed white...

Julie s story

Julie's story By Kyorii Chapter 1 - Jason Have you ever gotten that feeling that something was about to happen? Well I have and I've had it for some time now. It's strange, but for the last few days I keep having the feeling I was being watched or observed. It's quite creepy, as I'm not even a particularly interesting person, I'm just a cleaner. I've been to the shops on the way back from work and have just...

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...

Revenge On My Wife Family

Dear readers tony is back with a new story I got many mails and I am thankful to you all for a good response for all my pervious stories and many of you requested me to write some thing in hindi I will try my best and I hope you will like that story of mine which is about me and my wife family how I fucked all the ladies of my wife family only in revenge to my wife as all new married guys hope to get a virgin on there first night ( suhaag raat) I was among one of those guys but to my bad luck...

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...

Eva s Rising Secret

Eva ran down the stairs tugging her hastily packed luggage. After a long winter semester at boarding school in Switzerland, she was excited to be returning to Jamaica. She anticipated in earnest the summer, the parties and laying on the beach. She was turning 18 in a few weeks and hoped her doting dad would provide her with a big party. The product of a Swiss mom and Jamaican dad, she was an attractive girl. Her slim hips, small upturned tits and bronzed skin gave her an exotic island look....

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Trapped in the private bunker

Written by LJ66. Short story to take revenche for all the killed insects in our life.My second story and the first with an inhuman and fantasy theme. Please enjoy and leave your comments.Trapped in the private bunkerMonday morning, her husband left for a business trip and her son was on the way back to the boarding school. Knowing she would be alone for the next two weeks, Susie a 43 year old housewife stayed in bed, planning a lazy week with less housework. The naturally curly blonde mature...

The ExWife Adventure 5 8

The Ex-Wife Adventure 5-8 ------------------------------ by Amelie Fortescue copyright c2020 Amelie Fortescue. 5. Startup "Hello, everybody. Please, gather around! I want to briefly introduce Frances to you all!" Sheila stood in the middle of the general office with me - red-faced standing at attention beside her. I was again fully conscious of the way I was dressed, and the unwavering, piercing stares now aimed at me were fully justified by Sheila's...

The Other Side of Me Part Three

The Other Side of Me - Part Three by Limbo's Mistress By the time Katie had put on some clothes and made her way downstairs to the kitchen, I'd managed to recompose myself enough to have a couple of hot slices of reheated pizza plated up and sitting on the table waiting for consumption. The cans that had dropped to the floor were replaced with a couple of unshaken ones, each resting beside a plate. My sister, now clad in a pair of yoga pants not too dissimilar from my own, bounced...

The Desert Nexus

The Desert Nexus.Book 1Proofed and Edited 12/31/11Nexus nex·us nek-sus - noun, plural nex·us·es - a means of connection; tie; link. - the core or center of an operation.This story is in the same Universe as The Hotel, but only touches tangentially on that tale until the very end, although readers of that older story will certainly recognize various major players and locations. This is a long, seven part story with bondage and female slavery as the context focus - it is Not a page after page...

A cock filled Cruise

It all started when I won the bet against Jacko; I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him but I did so I can’t change it. Anyways I won this bet and the prize/winnings ended up being two tickets for an amazing Mediterranean cruise. Since I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time I decided to take my best mate, Rob. As two smoking’ bachelors getting on an awesome boat for two hot weeks, I was sure we would score. That was until we boarded the ship, we thought it was a bit odd seeing so many guys about,...

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Abby s Panties

Abby's Panties Chapter 1 (i) I'm not sure how unique I am, and let's face it - I'm as unique as everyone else - but I discovered my fascination with wearing women's clothes late in life. I was thirty-nine years old, two months shy of turning forty, when I happened upon a pair of my ex-wife's panties. I was cleaning the house, something which I both enjoy doing, and pretty much did exclusively when I was married. I found them behind the dryer as I was planning on removing and...

Diane

Synopsis: Featuring a great deal of BDSM. Mostly F/f F/m. Body modification (getting nasty). Pretty serious 'Ds' situations and plenty of sex. Has some plotting, some charater development and features a couple of characters that you will recognise if you read my first effort 'Denise'.Comment:I wrote Denise in 1998-2000 and this one a couple of years later around 2001-2004. Third person prose sure suits the subject matter better (in my opinion) and I do notice that practice practice practice is...

The Blue Terror

THE BLUE TERROR (Warning: contains rape, snuff, demonic cannibalism)I carried the unconscious girl down the last few stairs that led to my basement, glad that she was probably no more than 110lbs. I placed her on the makeshift altar I had built and took a moment to catch my breath. I had abducted her from a coffee stand after weeks of observation. Her name was Amber, and she was young and beautiful. I had only talked to her once, so I didn’t really know much about her. It was easier for me that...

Fliss The Deli Girl

He noticed her every day. Okay, so it was every working day, and what he noticed most was her ass, but Fliss wasn’t hard to notice. She had a sweet and inviting smile that held a promise he never expected to find himself next to. Matt was sure he was only a “ham, turkey and Swiss on French” to Fliss. Every day he wandered into the deli, ordered his sandwich and watched as she turned away to the counter and made it while he watched her wonderful rear, straining her Levis with...

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My War The Camp

My War by Major Hermann Littman.?? ? The Camp was not as expected, it was situated on a steep wooded Valley the modern buildings had been built as a sanatorium for the rich,?and from the grounds the lake from the Grosser Ostvasser dam, which provided our electricity could be seen shimmering away into the distance. A small branch railway built for making the Dam also had sidings and a platform within our perimeter, and many times I ordered the crew to let me drive the tiny steam engine down to...

Paramount Rule The Gaol

Paramount Rule - The Gaol Masturbation: Prohibited Paramount Rule ? The Gaol, by Tanya Simmonds (WARNING! This story contains scenes of the most barbaric cruelty and sadism. In terms of gratuitous violence this instalment, by far, surpasses the content of The Paramount Rule parts 1-3. If you may be offended or you may become distressed as a result of reading this type of story, please do not read any further. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!) Six years had passed since Celia Ramirez and her new...

The Perilous Adventures of Isabel and Moira

THE PERILOUS ADVENTURES OF ISABEL AND MOIRA By Sailor 861 Isabel Metcalfe's nipples and pussy were still singing their sexy songs whenshe and husband Peter arrived home from their bondage weekend at Hotel Balmoral,near Cape Wrath, Scotland, with best friends Moira and Graham MacPeak thatsummer in 1975. Married just 1½ months, Isabel's sex life had takenstellar leaps forward in quality, duration and frequency since she arrivedhome in early June with her ankles chained following an alien...

Coyote vs the Sex Vampires

COYOTE VERSUS THE SEX VAMPIRES By C It was a dark and stormy night. Coyote was in the cold, mountainous nothernreaches of his hunting territory. The rain--really a cross between rain andhail--was hitting him with stinging force. He had to find shelter or he mightnot get out of this alive. Just as this thought occurred to him, he saw lightsin the foothills of Mount Golgoth, about a mile to his west. He put his headdown and grimly made his way in that direction. After what seemed like hours of...

Warstory version 2

This story is purely fictional, and if you are under 18 years of age, you are to stop now. My warstory This story begins just before the war. I was a shy, slim boy at almost 18 years, living in a forsterhome for parentless boys, and I wanted to do my part. I had alway been a strange boy, feminine, slim, with something that might look like boobs. I was a late developer, or must have been because my testicles hasn?t fallen down. Later I found out that I had never developed them. I...

The Preacher s Wife Chapter Five Love in a Tent

Maggie's customers included the Christians of Faith (COF) organization in Omaha. She audited their books every three months, a job of three days for which they paid her one thousand dollars plus the cost of a modest hotel room. By the standards of the small town in Kansas where she lived with her husband, an evangelical preacher, that was good money.She was in Omaha working her way through the accounts one afternoon in 2001 when her phone rang. It was John Bright, the President of COF in...

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Johanna 5 1

The fall semester of my sophomore year of college was just as lonely as the spring semester of my freshman year. I did well at school, got to know classmates as acquaintances, but still made no friends. The longer it went on, the more I was convinced that there was something wrong with me.Halfway through the semester I went to a presentation by the International Office on Study Abroad. I was really keen to leave campus, but the cost of program seemed prohibitive. I knew Mom didn’t have the...

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A New Tack

Queena and Natalie appeared at first glance to be total opposites, but they had become closer than sisters within a few days of meeting one another. Queena, a daughter of hard-working Cantonese immigrants to Canada, was wide-eyed, naïve, and very shy when she arrived at the fancy Swiss finishing school. Her conservative parents had shipped her off when they had caught her masturbating to pictures of half-naked rap artists. Natalie was the daughter of a Danish model and a very wealthy American...

Swingers

ON HOLIDAY

We were on holidays and Sarah had not had a third man for six weeks. After lunch relaxing around the pool I could see Sarah ogling any man at least twenty-years younger than her. I watched her strut over very confidently to one very good looking, well built man in bulging skimpy briefs. As Sarah spoke to him I felt sure the bulge in his skimpy briefs grew. “What did you say to him baby?” I asked when she returned looking pleased with herself. “I asked him if he would like to fuck me while...

Being Jim Ch 09 The Heart Has no Conscience

* Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven from many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, a part of Barbra's story, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, being Jim. Being Jim Ch.09: The Heart Has No Conscience Or: The Guilty Heart By Frodov * This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past, names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Discretion is a precious commodity and is...

Edna s Beauty Shop and Chain Saw Repair

Pam came in over an hour late, not that it mattered, it was pouring outside and we didn't have the first customer in the bar. She came in the front door, employees usually park in the lot in back and come in the back door. This girl was soaked, her hair was plastered to her head. She was bare foot with her shoes in one hand and her purse in the other. Her stockings ended at her ankles in a frayed roll. One of her shoes was minus the heel and she must have walked the bottoms out of her...

Fatwa

"This is a samba, and next up will be a tango, by request," the DJ announced. About time, I thought, having handed him the CD half an hour earlier, just after I arrived at the Chevy Chase Ballroom. I hope he remembers which track it is. I noted that Mina Patel had just arrived, and began working my way across the room to where she was sitting, threading my way past couples engrossed in the energetic Latin dance. I'd met Mina at a dance the previous winter, and been impressed with her...

The End of Prudery Episode II Two Models

Keypad door locks are an awfully practical invention, for instance if you have somehow managed to fall in love with your own mother and she's expected to arrive for a visit at a time of the day when you're still in art class painting two naked girls. You don't have to leave a key under the doormat or under the pot-plant that Mr. Burglar can easily find. All you have to do is send her an SMS with a six-digit pin code. At the moment though, my thoughts were definitely not with mom. We had all...

Favour Day

"For what is a man? What has he got When he wears hats, and he cannot Say the things he truly feels But only the words of one who kneels?" THE SEX PISTOLS - My Way Things fall apart. I don't know who said that, but it's true. Things fall apart. All things. Health. Happiness. Love. Oh, yes, certainly love. Because emotional commitment, like a washing machine, has a built in obsolescence factor. You know that as well as I do. Even though you may be in a position where, for the...

Dinner in the Diner

I just knew he was going to love this. Amazon.com had it and it had just arrived in the mail, a genuine Swiss Army knife. While we were having dinner with my parents and my sister the week before, Rob had been talking to Dad about hunting and camping and mentioned that when he used to camp out with his dad, he used his for everything. He lost it when he was twelve or thirteen and never got around to replacing it. My dad recollected that when he was a kid, owning a genuine Swiss Army knife was...

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...

The Preacher s Wife Finds Love in a Tent in Africa

Maggie’s customers included the Christians of Faith (COF) organization in Omaha. She audited their books every three months, a job of 3 or 4 days for which they paid her one thousand dollars plus the cost of a modest hotel room. By the standards of the small town in Kansas where she lived with her husband, an evangelical preacher, that was good money. She was working her way through the accounts one afternoon when her phone rang. It was John Bright, the President of COF in Washington,...

Fortune and Men s Eyes

I washed around in a pool of snotty nosed brats when I was a kid. It was fun. You always had someone to dig a hole with, or throw rocks, ride bikes, or play catch. We hung out because we lived on the same block. There was never any “reaching out.” All of us were just “there.” That comfortable reality ended sometime in my thirteenth year. It was called adolescence. Suddenly I was on one side of the room and the objects of my desire were on the other. There was nothing but games and...

April 1st

It was late March and I was reading the newspaper and I found some interesting information from Wikipedia about April Fools' Day I thought I'd share it before telling my story. April Fools' Day is celebrated every year on the first day of April. Popular since the 19th century, the day is not a national holiday in any country, but it is well known in Canada, Europe, Australia, Brazil and the United States, and it is celebrated as a day when people play practical jokes and hoaxes on each...

Vaduz Gentlemen s Club

“Prince Rudolf,” I said, rising from my seat at the outdoor patio of the American Bagel and Coffee Company Café. I hadn’t seen him approach with his coffee in one hand and a bagel on a plate in the other. I’d been watching a boy on a skateboard rolling toward me in Vaduz’s Kunstmuseum square. “It’s just Rudolf to you, Martin. I can call you Martin, can’t I? We’re in the club together now and Mr. Malvin seems a bit formal for what we share.” “Yes, yes, it does,” I answered. “Please, join me,...

World War One Love Story

Summer 1915 Town of Farmhouse Indiana 18 year old Mark Smith is on his way to his Girlfriend Mary Beth's house for their weekly supper date. After walking the 4 miles from his Grandparents Farm to her house, he arrived at her front door. After knocking on the front door politely Mary Beth opened the door and she invited Mark inside. After some small talk the young couple went into to the kitchen and after saying grace they ate their supper. Which consisted of Homemade Fried Chicken, mashed...

Anonymous Sex

I met my best friend Mike at the club on Saturday morning, just as we'd been doing every Saturday now for the past several months. But unlike every other Saturday since we'd been meeting there, there was something different about the way Mike was acting, which included the almost goofy looking smile on his face. "Ok, spill it!" I told him as we went into the locker room in preparation for taking a shower and heading home again. "What?" "You KNOW what!" I responded somewhat irritated,...

The Aroused Woman

The innate ability to smell things others don't quite get, or before anyone else smells them has always been with me. It both blesses and curses me. In a crowded elevator, stinky crotches, smelly feet bad breath, unwashed sweaty bodies and clothes always smell stronger to me than to others, I have found. If I am on an bus with a friend and I say, "Oh, did you smell her shitty underwear?", after we get off. Invariably, my friend will deny smelling anything and think I am off my medication...

The Time Machine

Vienna 1794 "Ach! Wieder! In der Tusche!" "What's the matter, Wolfie?" "Again! A stab right in the behind! Every morning it wakes me up!" "Liebchen, let Mama look at your little behind. Roll over. Hah! Nothing but a little red spot." "It stings, I tell you! Just like a verdammte needle!" "Mmmmm. What a cute little Hintern! Mama could just bite it!" "You wouldn't!" "I would!" "No fair! You have your nightie on!" "Well then, I'll just take it off. There! How do you...

Boarding School Rapists

Megan had been here only four days and already she was homesick. It hadn't been her idea to come to a boarding school in Europe, but with her diplomat father sent to the Middle East and her mother dead there was little real alternative. Still, things here were so much different than at home. The girls seemed far more mature, more sophisticated. Not only that but, in this all girl school, there seemed to be a strange acceptance of lesbianism. Megan had seen a number of girls holding hands,...

Rob And Sarah

Rob and Sarah considered themselves a typical American professional couple. Both worked in America at the start of this tale. They lived in what might be described by an Englishman, in typical American, white, suburbia. Lawns, gardens, driveways, spacious homes, spaciously apart, professional mediocrity where life changes little. Everybody is polite and superficially neighbourly. They had seen very few Black Americans. They considered themselves educated, and sophisticated. Americans who knew...

Joe s Legacy

It seemed to me like I'd known Joe all my life. His family lived next door but one to mine; looking back I'd say Joe and I spent all our spare time together as kids. We didn't actually go to school together because Joe was American and he was sent to the nearest American school, somewhere in town. Maybe that's why he never did lose his Yank accent although he spent nearly all his spare time with us Limeys, as he insisted on calling most of us, in jest of course. You know the sort of thing....

The Seventh SensePart 20

Melody had a past with Bobby. True, more than a decade had gone by since she’d last seen him, but for a year prior to that she’d been more or less his babysitter. For six months she’d been his live-in babysitter. Building on that relationship may have been easier for her than forging the relationship I had with him. In any case, she decided to jump right in, once she determined she wouldn’t be judged. They slept in the other bedroom. Actually, I don’t think they got a lot of sleep. I heard...

Princes of MannsboroughChapter 11

When Thule pulled up in front of Dawn's house the next morning, she was sitting on the curb. Her head was down, so intent on the book in her lap that she didn't look up until Thule had stopped his car in front of her. Sliding the book into her bag, she unfolded into a standing position. Thule watched the process, thinking about what Marigold had implied in her question about being with women and suppressed a shiver at the visual that hit him. As disturbing as the whole scene with Maya had...

Door 2 DoorChapter 8

The day at the park turned out to be very great, as the girls adored Abel and he played with them and their mother vigorously, whether pushing them on the swings or catching them as they went down the slides. He even went on the monkey bars with them and made sure that they didn’t hurt themselves in the process of getting rid of that excess energy. As with Saturday, the first Sunday that Abel Lindberg spent with the Montini family was a real hit with the ladies, mother and daughters alike....

RendezvousChapter 9

Hairy In the morning: Tipi: check. Buffalo robe: check. Smoldering fire: check. On one side, finely shaped breast under hand: check. On the other side, excellent buttocks against hip: check. Outside, War pony: I’ll have to check: check. .53 full stock Hawken flintlock and possibles bag between two liner poles: check. Check? I checked. I handled it lovingly. My own ... I’m not dreaming ... a rather severe pinch on my arm: check. I’m alive: check. Fuck! It looks like I’ve traded a 30...

RebootChapter 7

The captain had assembled the entire crew in the room behind the bridge that he called the afterdeck. Jeremy didn't pretend to understand why the room was called a deck. He just stood in the back of the room, which was his position among the rest of the crew. The senior crew got to sit up front. The captain stomped into the room. "In a few minutes the first mate will hand out the assignments for docking. This is a four-day turnaround now because there is extra cargo to load. There will be...

The Man of SinChapter 6

MASTURBATE UNTIL COMPLETION SIX TIMES TODAY. YOUR COLLAR WILL TELL YOU WHEN. DISOBEY AND THE DEAL WILL BE BROKEN. OH, AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF CALLING IN SICK AND STAYING LOCKED IN YOUR DORM ROOM. Helena stared at the card in horror, feeling like she was going to scream. That bastard! Bad enough he put her in those awful ropes the other day, now he wanted her to violate herself in sinful vanity! And even worse, he had forbidden her from just skipping school and hiding away from...

The Man of SinChapter 9

The junior and senior classes were in the university church, attending Sunday morning service. Normally, Helena would be too distracted to focus on the hymns she and everyone else was singing. After all, it was in this very church that Xavier had enslaved her, and nothing since then had worked against him. Hate him as she did, she had to admit that he was right about one thing: she was used to having him around. Unless they were sparring, he really had no intention of actually hurting her. He...

Good Girls SwallowChapter 8 Death By Elevator

Suddenly we felt the floor jump and tremble. Earthquake, I thought. There was a faint "whump" sound felt more in the chest than heard with the ears. Faint screams came through the heavy closed door. "What was that?" I asked. Down deep inside me I knew whatever it was had been directed toward us. "Oh no," she moaned in despair, "What now?" I went to the door and opened it to look up and down the hallway. Screams and cries of pain and terror filled the hallway outside our suite. Where...

A Fairy TalePart 3

The following morning I returned to the campus dormitory and found my roommate still asleep. Denise liked to sleep in on weekends and so did I, but my mistress had given me an order and I wanted to obey her. I could have said no and Stacy wouldn't have held it against me, but maybe that's the secret. My shemale mistress had no power except that which I gave her and sometimes I felt as if I'd seduced myself into becoming her eager slave. At any rate, I had a mission - Talking Denise into...

Off The Deep EndChapter 27

“Hello? I say, hello? We have arrived at the village.” I blinked. The driver was standing in front of me and the bus was empty. I’d blanked the entire return bus ride, and evidently not realised it was time to disembark. “Oh, uh, thanks. Uh, danke.” I stood up stiffly. The driver looked at me quizzically. “Are you okay?” “Yes, yes. I’m ... I’m fine.” I grabbed my bag. “Just lost in my thoughts, you know.” The driver smiled. “Well then. Enjoy your evening.” “Yes, you too.” He moved...

SargeChapter 13

I had been home a week when I removed the tiny pink computer from my large black backpack. I had seen it when I removed the cold weather gear, but I just couldn’t remember why I had it. I couldn’t remember buying it, and I didn’t remember the general giving it to me. But then all of a sudden when I was on my, now five mile morning ride, it came to me. There was a full copy of his agreement with the state department on the hard drive. I was curious of course. I tried to turn it on but nothing...

Strangers in the NightChapter 16

Strangers in the Night:16. While Riki was home producing bastards, (Twins) and Hannakaisa was learning the racing ropes, Wendy was racing the Volvo 240 at tracks built in all manner of weird places; closed open pit coal mines, iron mines, quarries and abandoned airbases. The competition was other Volvo cars in assorted sizes, German air and water cooled Volkswagens, Czech Skodas, French Citroens, Russian Ladas and assorted, recovered from interesting places, rally cars. Four cylinders only,...

Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 18 Teach her a Lesson

I suppose it’s only normal that you take on the English accent to which you are most often exposed. In my case it started when BBC 1 and 2 were made available on the Dutch cable network. I loved almost every show they put on and that shaped my theretofore rather unremarkable Dutsj Ekssent. Well, Lexy grew up watching shows and films like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Beverly Hills 90210, Clueless, The Twilight Saga and related TV trash. Not every character on those shows speaks Valley Girl, but...

B la Book 2 PhoenixChapter 8

Same Day Formal Dinner "Wow! This isn't a Ranger Station," Tanya said with some awe in her voice. "This is a god-damn mansion!" "Well," the ranger said, "the original owner was a movie mogul who had it built some fifty years ago. The last owner had it donated to the Forestry Service upon his death. I was lucky enough to be assigned to it a couple of years back." "You're really lucky!" Frank replied, looking around with awe and admiration. "This place looks like the...

KristianaPart 2 Wilderness

The lodge owned a twelve passenger Mercedes van used for picking up guests and staff. I spotted the sign for the Glacier Aletsch Hotel almost immediately and headed for it. A family of five was there before me and the man with the sign was greeting them and checking them off a list. When he had shown them the way to the van, he turned to me. "You must be Richard," he smiled. "I am Jan Nordberg. Welcome." "Thank you. It's nice to meet you Mr. Nordberg." "Please, it is very informal...

Gamblers WinningsChapter 5

Robert had only an hour to wait before Maria drove up to the front of the building. She and Cathy had no trouble at all on their trip. It was late and Robert decided to stay the night in Hermosillo before going on to Bahia Kino. Maria drove them to a nice inn. They rented two nice rooms and got a good night's sleep. After a good breakfast they continued their journey. Just before entering Bahia they were driving along side lush pasture land that was returning to scrub brush and most of...

The FootlockerChapter 2

The next morning, it was apparent to me that what Elsa shared with me about her history with Hans had been hard on her emotionally. Her reaction to what she told me seemed excessive, but I suppose our talk had stirred up the bad memories she had mentioned. Hans’s involvement with the Nazi Party disturbed me deeply. I decided that I would wait until after she told me more of her life with Hans before I judged her and Hans’ past. It was the end of my Junior year in college, and I was busy...

A New Beginning and Beyond Book 1 In the BeginningChapter 58

The weekend went by quickly and quietly. It was basically two days of going to work, cleaning the house and yard work. The first day back at school showed me this was going to be a grind, as the fact that the next month or so wasn’t in essence necessary would make it difficult to pay attention in class. One good thing was knowing I only had one actual class during the day. Civics and Economics were only a semester long, so I had replaced them with something else as there were only so many...

RetributionChapter 9 Banking and Golf

It was close to midnight when the Jellyfish arrived in George Town, Grand Cayman Island trailed by El Gato Grande and Pretty Lady. Jessica had radioed in ahead to warn the authorities she had a woman and two young girls needing emergency medical attention. She didn’t mention pirates or rape over the open radio transmission. Police and three ambulances were waiting at the pier for her as they tied up. Jessica explained the situation and informed the police she was claiming salvage rights on El...

Crystal ClearChapter 15 A Blackmailer Confronted Loving Friends and Detectives

By the time I called room service for lunch, four nearly nude women sat engaged in various activities in the living of our suite at the Hotel George V in Paris: Crystal was reading a script she'd been asked to consider for our next movie, if she liked it then I'd read it next; Jill had started to read a Clive Cussler book on her iPad; Helen sat near a corner of the room practicing various yoga positions au naturel; and Margo, naked except for her thong, alternately worked on her computer or...

This Is Your Carstairs SpeakingChapter 5 lsquo Well I can see who wears the trousers rsquo

So there I was, in a homeless shelter somewhere in Rome, with a nun, a priest, my wife and the head of the Catholic church. So the bartender says... Okay, there was no bartender. Too bad, because this was supposed to be a vacation, damn it! A honeymoon! But what do I get? I get to go from one potential aneurysm to the the next! Someone walks in on me fucking my wife! Then there’s an orgy in my apartment! I seem to be on a painting made well before I was even born and to cap it off THE...

Song of ThanksChapter 19 A Line in the Sand

You are bit like Cinderella, coming home and taking it all off and then going out to replant the bulbs in the garden. ... Joanna Lumley On The Ground — Covert Operations Base Weds, June, 27 12:30 AM (Local), Tues., June 26 20:30:00 (Zulu), Tues., June 26, 4:30 PM (Lake House) The huge Pave Low helicopter sat down gently on the tarmac, and for the first time the huge GE turbines wound down to silence. As though the turbines had powered him as well, the last of Darryl's energy drained with...

Tipping PointChapter 6 Success in Charlotte

Byron Mulliner had my card and knew where to find me. Bright and early Monday morning, I had an e-mail with a PDF attachment of a draft contract, spelling out the duties, rates for service, and options for both parties. I looked it over carefully and didn't see anything that looked different from what we had discussed. I printed it out, signed it, scanned the signed copy, and sent it back to the vice president that same morning, with a copy of Carmen. I called the Charlotte plant later that...

Once More With FeelingsChapter 25 Game Set and Title

I woke with a quickly fading dream of brightness to find the sun streaming in above the curtains, the apartment quiet, and Wendy snuggled close in my arms on the couch. My movement must have wakened her, and she opened her eyes as I glanced down, "Happy New Year, Darling!" She gently pressed her lips to mine, then pulled away and made a face. "Ughh! I need to brush my teeth!" I felt the same way, so after cuddling a minute or two we disentangled ourselves and as I stood, I stretched,...

The Good YearsChapter 35

"Hello, I'm Joyce Parsons, Kenny's wife. Welcome to our home." Joyce had her hand extended, and was shaking hands with Cindy Macklinson. If you didn't know Joyce really well, you would have thought she was calm and composed by the way she greeted our guest. I stood up and walked towards the two of them, coming up behind Joyce and placing an arm around her shoulder, pulling her back against me. I could feel the pressure as she leaned her body back into me. The actions of her body giving...

Second Time Through Book IIChapter 13 The Treehouse

Saturday, June 5, 1971 Sixteen mostly sleepy women were exiting the dining room as I descended the main stairs. I stood there as they filed by, headed out the front door to board the chartered coach that would take them for their day at the spa. Being beautiful is hard work sometimes. Vickie and Nicky both detoured when they saw me, stopping to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck!" Vickie thought to me. Liz just smiled and winked as she walked by. I sensed that Beth and Penny were...

Geneva School for GirlsChapter 2

“I can’t wait for tonight, Daddy.” Hedge fund founder Chris Hart looked down at his 18-year-old daughter sitting beside him, the warmth of her whispered comment tickling his ear. He saw his daughter catch his eyes as they flicked from her pretty face to her prominent bustline. She purposely took a deep breath, causing her ample breasts to teasingly fill out the front of her school uniform blouse. Those tits looked so big and soft as they stretched the white cotton blouse taut, but then,...

Life Under MistressChapter 7

Eric was 23 now, Sharon 27 and Monica 25. He had his first bachelor’s degree in psychology behind him and was going after his masters now. He was going for an electrical engineering degree now too. Larry was into Gene-Editing now with the Oligonucleotide Therapeutics Society (OTC). Scientists who hoped to bring together expertise from different angles of oligonucleotide research and create synergies to help the field accomplish its full therapeutic potential. Their vision of gene-editing...

The Ring AOChapter 34 The Bankers

When visiting the banks there was only one problem with an Australian branch on her last visit. Calling in asking for the Manager Helena was stopped by a snobbish person asking if she had an appointment. Helena replied no but I do have good credit here. The girl mentioned he is not available until next week. Helena then requested to close her account. The name of the accounts are under Mrs Romano. On mentioning that name, the branch Accountant came out of his office practical running taking...

SurvivingChapter 2 What the hell

Trees surrounded the tent. There was no path, no sign of any buildings, no sign of any caravans or campers, in fact no sign of anything manmade other than what I was sitting in. I pulled back into the tent stunned. How could this be? Where had everything gone? I was really struggling to come to terms with this, my mind awash with questions. Eventually I pulled myself together. There were unlikely to be any answers here inside the tent. I stuck my hand outside the tent and grabbed the plastic...

PandoraChapter 4

Is there anybody that doesn’t know the, I guess you would have to say legend, of Heidi. The little Swiss orphan girl who goes to live with her grandfather high in the Swiss Alps. It’s both a good book and a Shirley Temple movie you know. Now substitute the American West’s Colorado Rocky Mountains, the Backbone of America, for the Alps. Now imagine a large Fairy Tale Castle like Disneyland’s in Anaheim, California. A Fairy Tale Castle perched high upon an unassailable, meaning impossible to...

Taking OliviaChapter 11

Unsurprisingly, Gemma was still trussed up on the carpet when I returned and was grateful to be released. She spat out Olivia's knickers and performed a number of stretching manoeuvres to restore her circulation. I expected a stream in invective but she seemed content to take my treatment of her as her due. "Did it go well?" she asked. "Olivia's back with her mum. Raymond welshed on the agreement. He only gave me half a million Euros and Sandra told me it had more strings attached than...

IBE The Days Of WanderingBuffalo

We left the Proctor and Gamble facility in Irvine carrying a full load of home cleaning products. Given the weight of the load and its length, Jake had to concentrate maneuvering the big Kenworth through the heavy Irvine traffic and the abrupt corners of city streets. Even though he had driven 18-wheelers for many years, Jake’s demeanor indicated that he did not wish to be distracted. Driving an 18-wheeler in traffic is something of an art form. The other traffic- perhaps understandably-...

EverywhenChapter 15

[Sunday, June 22nd, 1986] I woke again to the sunlight coming through the window. Looking at the alarm clock showed me it was almost 7 am. I got up and took my morning shower. After getting dressed for the day, I headed out to the car and made my way to the nearby diner. While I drank the coffee that Carol had poured for me, I considered the menu. Carol soon came back and asked, “So what can I get for you this morning?” I replied, “I think I’ll go with a short stack of pancakes and a side...

Armis IoChapter 28

Palm Tree Villa, Saddle Bay Point, B.V.I. Armis looked around the crowded table in the main dining room of the Palm Tree Villa. There were the six mercs of the self-named ‘Armis Brigade:’ Billy Joe Hawkins (team leader), Carolyn Osgood (team 2nd in charge), Abe Kennedy, Avis MoKenna, Jarvis McCutcheon, and Devon Stormwinder. Also present were members (and former members) of SEAL Team 9: Samuel Redstone (Lt. Cmdr., ret.), Robert Melchior (Lt. soon to be retired), Raven Dubois (Senior Master...

Pasayten PeteChapter 25 Father Ambrose

"This is entirely too much! This generosity exceeds our demands; I've provided for every needy family in the valley! Where can I possibly use all this money?" Jim Brightman smiled to himself; such a complaint could come only from Fr. Ambrose, the elderly priest who had devoted so many years of his life to his small parish. "You know as well as I, this money comes from our friend in the mountains. He was led to it, that it might serve those whom the spirits would aid. That means you, and...

Not My Sister s KeeperChapter 9

Looking back in retrospect, I guess that I had become somewhat dependent on Mister Jolly because he seemed to be around when I needed some support. The fact that he was almost old enough to be my father wasn't important any longer because he had proven he could deliver the goods of a much younger man and with a great degree of experienced skill. It was something that was important to me in a way that the excitement of some younger lad simply could not fill. I was sorely tempted to share...

I Remember BethanyChapter 2

(I which I taste Bethany's Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag) Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars' parking lot. When I popped the mustangs' hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the 'tang' purring like a kitten, abet a large and deep throated kitten. Beth was just getting off the bus and she ran up to me and...

My Life With a Muscular CheerleaderChapter 8

We landed at 2:30 in the afternoon, after an uneventful five-hour flight. We caught a cab and headed towards our destination, the Bucuti Resort. Our travel agent had recommended this particular resort. She had told us that it was Dutch–owned, relatively small with only sixty-eight rooms, did not have a lot of activities for children -- and therefore the clientele was restricted to mostly returning couples and young newlyweds -- and best of all, sat on the widest, most picturesque and private...

A Kitten s TailChapter 31

I opened my eyes and looked down to find two pairs of gorgeous blue eyes staring back at me. My pets usually slept later than I did, but the twins had only been here three days now. With Fakahina being halfway around the world, their bodies still hadn’t completely adjusted to the time change. As much as I enjoyed having their luscious bodies pressed up against me, my bladder was telling me it was time to get out of bed. “I know what you two minxes are thinking, and the answer is no. I’m...

Plain JaneChapter 6

Three weeks had passed since I first arrived in London with Claire and been installed in her sublime house in Eaton Square. I had enrolled at my Chemistry degree course at London University, had immediately joined their women’s rugby club and after the first training session, been selected for the first team to play the coming weekend. Before Claire left to go back to Bermuda, she had taken me to a small private Swiss bank in the City – it turned out to be her family’s - and I now had the...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 45

Four days later, Lauren was fit enough to bathe and feed herself. She could walk around the house unaided, but always made sure she was within striking distance of something to hold onto if she became dizzy. She ventured out onto the remains of the patio, peering down into the rounded hole that had been the pool. The familiar heat remained, but the soothing waters had vanished. She sat in her shorts and T-Shirt on the lounger and surveyed her bruised limbs and the scene of damage. Without...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 47

Lauren woke to find herself being shaken by the woman while Emma and Jamie looked down at her. "Wakey wakey, we're here. Follow me and I'll find out which rooms you three can have." She disappeared round the side of the truck, Jamie closely behind. Lauren swung off the back and landed hard on the ground, her limbs tight and aching. "Ow, shit!" she moaned. Looking up to find a target for her wrath, she discovered she was in the grounds of a wonderfully old house. Huge, grey flag stones...

It s Not What You ThinkChapter 3

Over the next few days, we got settled into the apartment. That's 'we' – as in both of us together. Somehow, we skipped over several parts of the mating dance: dating, boyfriend/girlfriend, being exclusive, etc. And moved right along to living together. We even skipped over getting to know each other. Now, this is the 21st century. People – well, at least some people – are more easy going about sexual relations. But Cynthia and I had gone from sharing a cup of coffee to living together,...

Lauren GisalChapter 11

Thursday 23rd July Three days later, Lauren made the journey back to Kristal’s house on the bus, arriving at about two o’clock. She rang the doorbell and was interested to see that Kristal looked much smarter than she had last time, wearing tights or stockings, an ivory coloured skirt and white blouse with a small, matching ivory waistcoat buttoned down the middle. Her shoes looked like her mother’s which were made by Bally. Her long dark hair was pinned up, allowing a few strands to...

Desire and Despair Book 3 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 4 Marlow revisited

Sergeant Robert Crawshay, being military trained to keep to a schedule, drew the coach up outside my house promptly at nine. Alas, neither Zinnia nor Becky had been schooled in a like manner and, coupled with their feminine inability to keep track of time, it was well after ten by the time we left Queen Street. I had left a somewhat aggrieved Matilde behind. She had wanted to travel with us but I persuaded her to spend the day writing letters to send to Chateau Blanchard. I hoped either...

Magic Ink III the Other RealityChapter 22

The Frankfurt of Michael O'Neill's Reality was a far cry from the sprawling modern city of Frankfurt that the O'Connells were aware of in their Reality. However, both Frankfurts were located mainly on the North bank of the Main River on the outer edge of a soft bend in the river. Here was located the original ford which gave the city its name in both Realities. The Frankfurt area had known settlers and farmers from as far back as the neolithic era. The Frankfurt of Michael O'Neill,...

Masi shen EvolutionChapter 38 Succession and Accession

"Are you aware that President Stinson, his Chief of Staff and several other key members of his administration, including two members of the Supreme Court, have gone missing?" Bob Zaglinder asked of Michael at a Saturday brunch in the Ambassador's quarters. "I have heard something to that effect, yes, Bob," Michael answered. "Do you know anything more? Anything about the circumstances of their disappearance?" Bob asked. Michael studied the contents of his coffee cup for a moment,...

Gordy s ProblemChapter 17

I pulled onto the verge just past Mungalla. "Are you okay?" Patrick nodded. His eyes were red. "Sad about not seeing the nungungi again?" "And the ranch, too." "Yes. Many changes. For many people, life goes on placidly, without storms or changes. Our lives, yours, Sarah's, Mum's, mine seem to thrive on change. But it doesn't ever get easy or even painless. But that's what life is." He nodded. "Back to the ranch?" "Yes." I drove back. It was really nice to turn into...

The Freiburg ProjectChapter 27

In the late afternoon, Helen and Sandy sat on the balcony of her apartment, relaxing in the sun and talking over plans for the visit to Orange. The orange cat was off doing cat things. Her phone rang, and she looked at the display before answering. She looked at Sandy. "Sandy, it's Dumont. Can we record this?" Sandy went to the table by the door and retrieved his pocket computer, held it up and nodded, immediately starting to set up the connection. Helen answered the call. "Helen, this...

The Freiburg ProjectChapter 35

Inspector Semmel was waiting outside the Schellen building, a restless eye scanning the area as they emerged. The drive to the safe hotel was uneventful, and there was little conversation. Helen found herself surprised at Schellen's offer of an interest in his closely held Swiss company. 'That's one for the books, ' she thought, 'a Swiss businessman asking a woman to take an interest. I know it's not that unusual, and I'm flattered, I guess.' She looked across the esplanade at the...

Remembering Bethany Part 2

(I which I taste Bethany’s Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag) Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars’ parking lot. When I popped the mustangs’ hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the ‘tang’ purring like a kitten, abet a large and deep throated kitten. Beth was just getting off the bus and she ran up to me and hugged and kissed...

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