Jasper and Conor watched a baseball game at Jasper's apartment. Both of them were screaming at the TV like idiots when there was a knock at the door. Conor got up to answer it, still arguing to Jasper about the previous play. "I'm telling you I don't care that it wasn't a strike he still shoulda swung so that…." He opened the door, "Jasper… it's um Ca…" Camila walked into the room with authority, Jasper looked up to see what she wanted on such a strange occurrence. "Hello," she said with her Mexican accent. "Uh hey," he responded, Jasper exchanged a look with Conor, "Whatchu doin?" "Looking for your girlfriend," she said. "Fiancée, actually." "You got a hearing problem? Not what I asked." "Well she's not here right now, probably not gonna be back for a while, why?" Jasper asked. "Oh," Camila attempted to evade the question, "Where is she?" "Why, Camila?" "Well… I just needed some tongue that's all," She said, Camila began to walk out when she had a change of heart, "You two will do though." Camila turned around and got on her knees, unzipping Conor's pants. "God I love my life," Conor said. "Uh Conor," Jasper said, Camila was already sucking his dick, "I don't think you should be doing this right now…" Conor shot him a look, Jasper sighed and got up. Letting the sexy Mexican girl begin to massage his cock. Jasper couldn't lie, he was excited, Camila was talented, but she wasn't exactly giving off good vibes at the moment. Jasper pulled out his dick, which was …
The Library slave
He breathed out a light sigh of delight and surprise as shebent over the sofa’s arm rest. Her long legs led up to her shapely ass and the light of the sun peering through the window shades illuminated her with horizontal lines curving her body. A glint shimmered from the metallic butt plug she had been wearing for the past few hours, as ordered. “Have I done well, Sir?” she asked quietly just barely breaking a whisper. Her pleading eyes looking over her shoulder cried out for his touch, while also hinting to apprehensive wonder and curiosity of what was to come. A crack filled the barren room, furnished only with a dark patent leather couch and rug, as he spanked her ass. She threw her head back in delight, the tinge of burning from his palm emanating from the point of impact making her feel alive. She bit her bottom lip, followed by licking it as she drew her tongue out slowly. This is what she wanted. She wanted to feel pain; she enjoyed it. The sense of being submissive, obeying his wishes and having been his slave in public made her clit throb with delight. They had spent the previous hour walking through the local university’s library. She had been instructed to wear nothing but a loose fitting summer dress which fell on her body with a flow reminiscent of tall grass in a field on a windy summer’s day. As they approached the library he said, “There’s a surprise in your purse. The moment we walk inside you’ll go to the washroom, find the item and apply it where it …
The Feast Of Saint Valentine
Vast distances awash in silvered dust, Across the sandy dunes the horses trot. Late coming now but soon to tarry here, Ere nighttime falls his band of men encamp. None dare to speak to him of memories past. This feast day of Saint Valentine arrived In gusting weather, blowing winds most ill. Now as the daylight dies the party rests. Endearing looks, enticing eyes of green. Emotions never lost, still live within. Now rising up with dawn they break their fast, In quiet conversation stories pass Thus letting those who know inform the rest, No bringing up the subject to their chief. Each year that passes he grows more morose, Less willing to speak out or even smile, And no one wishes to disturb his peace. Vows made must not be broken in this world. Vows made must not be broken in this world, And those to whom you make them are most dear. Live on, as she would wish, is what he does, Enduring empty days and sleepless nights. Nearby was where they first bespoke their troth, To always share their goals and build their lives. Indeed they passed a season there in peace, Not knowing how the fates would end their dream. Endearing looks, enticing eyes of green. Emotions never lost, still live within. Now passing through this wilderness terrain, It is a penance that he always pays. To know that she is in her lonely grave, Now resting peaceful with the cactus plants. Each time Saint Valentine is feted here, Like every year since first he buried her Again he kept his vigil here this day. Vast distances he travels without rest.
The Audition
Maureen’s car pulled into the parking lot of the motel then swung into an empty slot. Turning off the ignition, she sat still for a moment or two before getting out. It was the start of her big adventure. It had all begun about a month earlier when she noticed an ad in the local personal ads: “Attn. attractive women interested in adult entertainment industry please contact” followed by an email address. Curiosity took hold of her and she responded, just to see what it was all about. What followed was a volley of emails: the first ones to confirm she was interested, that she was over 21, that she knew what the subject matter was, etc., etc. Finally she received one that explained that this was an agency that provided a contact service for women willing to participate in internet pornography. It stated that there was big money to be made in this field, and if one wished, it need not stop with the internet; it could be a stepping stone to work in the fulltime world of adult entertainment. All she had to do was open the attached file, fill out the questionnaire, and hit send. If she could scan a recent photograph of herself and attach it, this would be greatly appreciated. She opened the file and read it. Innocent enough, the questions were about what you would have expected: reconfirming her age and the fact she requested the information, her height, weight, measurements, and sexual preferences. She filled it out truthfully, scanned a photo, and sent it. Her big adventure was …
Episode 44 – Jenny Fucks on the Plane
Hi I'm Jenny Cumslut's journal. Jenny loves to see her name in print, in the sluttiest stories imaginable. I live under Jenny's pillow, and she writes in me most nights describing her filthy thoughts. She just adores sex. Sex with men, sex with women, sex with an1mals. Her cunt is constantly driving her behaviour. Jenny's latest entry is all about a trip to the Lake District in England to visit the Experimental Breeding Farm, and have sex with Sam, Amy, Lucy, Scarlet and the lovely young colt with the 42 cm cock she saw on Facetime.Farm Visit Jenny couldn’t wait to visit the Lake District farm; Sam calmed down her impatience with weekly video chats in the nude and a regular supply of emailed photographs. Jenny printed these off and stuck them into the journal like a porno scrapbook. Jenny demanded regular photographs of the colt, as he was growing so fast. The tip of his magnificent cock nearly touched the ground, when it wasn't being massaged by Sam. Most nights Jenny dreams of that cock – so thick it stretches her cunt beyond belief. Jenny can feel every bulging vein deep in her stomach, the colt crouched over her, slamming that magnificent cock into her, pulling back for a moment to tease her, then pounding back in. Jenny’s thighs quiver on every thrust, her cunt a mess of natural lubricant, her tits buried in the rough straw bale she is resting on. One last impaling and Colt rears up, ejaculating madly, filling Jenny’s cunt to overflowing with his red-hot sticky horse …
My best friends mom Ms. Carrow
When I was growing up, I would often spend my free time hanging out with my best friend Nick Carrow at his house. We were inseparable, we’d spend weekends and summers in his basement playing video games and watching movies. However, there was an even better perk of being Nick’s best friend, I got to see much of his beautiful mother Cynthia. Cynthia was every teenage boys fantasy; a sexy MILF with long brown hair and hazel eyes. She had sexy pouty lips and an ass so round it made you cry. Cynthia’s tits were large and bouncy, making me drool every time she leaned over. As a child all of my obsessions for her only resulted in hours of masturbation and daydreaming, but little did I know I would soon have my chance to turn my dreams into reality. My name is Jameis Coyne, I’m 18 years old and returning home from college for summer break. It had been months since I’d seen Nick so I decided to stop by his house one day and pay him a surprise visit. I drove over and was extremely happy to find that Cynthia came to open the door. “Jameis it’s so good to see you how have you been?” She had not changed one bit. Her long brown hair flowed down to her mid back and her lips looked sexier than ever. She wore a tight white shirt that greatly outlined her perfect rack and wore a short black skirt that made me want to cum as soon as I saw it. “I’m fine Ms. Carrow, just back home for the summer so I thought I’d pay Nick a visit. Is he home by chance?” “No I’m sorry honey Nick went on a camping …
The Sub Shop
I own a shop; it is not your usual conventional shop. I used to own a stereotypical shop DIY tool shop but it wasn’t making any money and I decided I wanted to mix business and pleasure. I have been part of the BDSM scene for a few years now, but never had the courage to open up a venue quite like this. My shop displays and rents out Subs, I train them up myself with a few close friends but I run this shop single handily. The business is booming and I have many rental sales a week, fifteen a week perhaps. I usually charge around £300 for one day and a whole week I charge £1000. I guess my shop could be described as nearest to a pet shop in that all my products are on display for all to see in cages and all my subs do different services. My shop is in a remote area with blacked out windows. Once a month, I have a monthly promotion. I dress my one of my subs up in gear and I torment and tantalize them in the shop window for passersby to leer in. It boosts sales to no end. Some may question my methods and think I am a glorified butcher’s. Well in a sense I guess I am. I offer many things but most of all satisfaction. My subs endure it, they’re all just attention seekers, they fucking love the attention that it gives them. I give them permission to pleasure their selves at passerby’s requests. This month’s promotion is 0534. I do not give these subs names – Oh no! It would be dangerous, I might get attached. Why should society give them names? They are purely there for sexual …
Train ride home
I have a short story that had happened not a long time ago, maybe a month or so. Anyways I will start first by the fact that I am a male and I have a exhibitionism fetish, so you will catch the point early on. So… I have a friend on a neighboring town not more than 100 Km away. I know the guy since we were kinds and whenever I want to relax I go at him or my place since I have a home there as well… however, the story is not related by him. The story starts when I returned. I spent a total of 4 days with the guy and I was a lot of fun. We were mostly chilling during daytime and hitting bars during nighttime drinking and party. The only thing disappointing was that we didn’t have much luck with ladies for some reason and I couldn’t get fucked at all. I do not need to mention that some sexual tension was added, since I didn’t have the private space and mood to masturbate for obvious reasons. So after those 4 days I was extremely horny although I didn’t felt it at the beginning. It was Sunday evening and I had to get back home. I was kind of late because I had to catch the last train and 9 PM. I was getting dark outside and I still had to get back home. I nearly missed the train but managed to get it on time somehow. When I got in the train I was quite dark inside. I was surprised to see how few people were in it. The wagon that I got in had long hall and compartments side by side. I passed the first one and there were like 3 people in it, the second had like 2 and then all of …
Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 5: Consequences
"Explain what?" Pamela asked in a light tone, trying to avoid the topic of what had just transpired. She knew it was a lost cause. Sean snorted. "Yeah, right." "Wasn't that intense though? When was the last time you came that hard? I'm still all tingly from it," Pamela said. "Explain how you ended up in bed with me and Darla. You've never done any girl-girl sex in your life – at least none you've ever told me about. All of a sudden you're going face first between another woman's legs. She wasn't even surprised to see you, which suggests that the two of you weren't strangers. THAT, among other things, requires an explanation." "I didn't hear you objecting." "That's not the point. How did this come about, no pun intended." Pamela sighed. Well, here goes nothing, she thought. "I told you about my college roommate? Sigrid? The Swedish exchange student?" "Yes, you told me about your college roommate." "Remember, I told you how I got d***k a few times and I let Sigrid do things to me? Things that felt really good. I never reciprocated, but I enjoyed what she did to me. I passed it off as a d***ken fling but for the past year or so I've begun to play the `what if' game. What if I HAD reciprocated? Would I have enjoyed it? Had I missed an opportunity to learn something about my sexuality?" "Uh-huh. So explain how we got from that to what happened here tonight." "Well, you remember Darla's profile, right? She lists herself as bisexual. And, well, when I met her for the initial …
Susanna Francessca, total exhibitionist
A fantastic model and a true exhibitionist. Lots of pictures at: http://susannafrancessca.wordpress.com/ Here’s another true story about Susanna Francessca, sent to me by a photographer. “My name’s James and I photographed Susanna a few years ago, at her studio in Warwick. My mate Keith knew the area and drove me there. I knocked on the door and Susanna answered it, looking amazing. She invited me in and walked ahead of me up the stairs to the studio as I carried my camera gear up, behind her. I could see right up her miniskirt and got a lovely glimpse of a tiny white g-string between her legs and her fantastic bottom. We got to the top of the stairs and Susanna said ‘I was looking out of the window just now and I thought there were two of you in the car, not just yourself’.’ I said ‘Yeah, that’s my friend Keith. He’s not a photographer so he’s going to wait in the car’. Susanna replied ‘Oh he can come up here and watch if he wants to. I don’t mind and anyway, he’s going to get cold out there’. Well I knew Keith would love that, so I went down and got him. We went back up into the studio and I introduced Keith to Susanna. Keith said ‘Are you sure you don’t mind me watching?’ Susanna replied ‘Oh it’s fine.’ Then she giggled and said ‘I’m sure you’ve seen a girl getting naked before’. We agreed on what Susanna would wear for the first part of the photoshoot. She went into the changing area and pretty soon came out. Oh hell, did she look great. She had on a flared miniskirt, …
The Iron Maiden of Caen
NUREMBURG 1931 Karl Schmidt stared at the exhibited curiosity. His friend Johannes said it would have been much better if a waxwork model of a victim had been stood in it, Karl silently disagreed – he preferred it empty so he could imagine a naked, terrified young woman in it waiting for the doors to be closed onto, into, her pale flesh. He looked across the room at Miss Dieter; she would fit into it nicely. He wished he could ask her to step over the rope barrier and stand in the open cabinet; impossible of course. Miss Dieter started gathering the rest of the class together to hurry them on to the next exhibit on their tour of the Nuremberg Castle. Karl hung back, getting deliberately left behind so he could again read the description of the 'Virgin of Nuremburg'. How on August 14, 1515 a forger of coins had been placed inside the device and the doors shut "slowly, so that the very sharp points penetrated his arms, and his legs in several places, and his belly and chest, and his bladder and the root of his member, and his eyes, and his shoulders, and his buttocks, but not enough to kill him; and so he remained making great cry and lament for two days, after which he died". He jumped as an elderly voice behind him said "Of course it was all a fraud." Startled, Karl turned to see an elderly man with a monocle leaning on a stick. "Professor Siebenkees made up that story in 1793 after he bought the device from a travelling fair." He paused before continuing "It would be a bit …
The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 20) – Collar And Cunt
Chapter 20 COLLAR AND CUNT It was hard for Laura to concentrate the rest of the day. She was paranoid knowing there was a large glossy photo of her twat in her desk drawer. She had tried to bury it under other paper but the stiff laminate made it stand out. Anyone casually opening her drawer to look for a pen or some Post-Its might see it. She was even less eager to leave it there overnight but she had to go to the clinic and she couldn't hang around at work forever. Laura was looking forward to the clinic.. She could almost feel the machines pulling her hair, forcing her mouth down onto a hard rubber cock. Combined with the pill she took, the thought made her sopping wet. But when she got to the clinic, she found her training had changed again. After bashfully undressing in front of Royce, she was startled to see Royce take out a thin leather collar, halfway between an elegant choker and a demeaning dog collar. Before she could object Royce had snapped it into place around her neck. The metal fastener at the front connected with an ominously solid click. Laura felt the strange collar with her hands. The inside was soft and velvety and didn't chafe, although at several places what felt like a flat metal stud poked through the velvet and made contact with her skin. The outside was thick black leather. It felt like the collar had a stiff metal core beneath the leather. Where it joined, at her throat, was a discrete metal ring of the sort a dog's name tag might hang from. "This …
Trans-family pt 2
As morning light glinted through the window of Jasons room he awoke with a start. In a panic he sat up searching bleary eyed for his alarm clock. “Shit” he though, “Why didn’t it go off, what time is?” Then it dawned on him, it was Saturday. With a sigh of relief he let himself relax and fall back onto his bed, but as he fell his head connected with the headboard and pain shot through his skull. “Fuck!” He yelled, grabbing his head with both hands and rubbing furiously. Lexi had been on her way back from the bathroom when she heard the commotion. Pausing outside his door she opened it to peak in. Seeing her older brothers’ distress she let herself in and stood by his bed watching him for a moment. “What happened?” she finally asked Jason looked up from rubbing his head to see his sister standing there with a concerned arch to her eyebrows. Feeling slightly foolish he waved absently at the headboard, “Hit my head on the fuckin…….thing.” he mumbled as he returned to nursing the goose egg that was forming on the back of his head. Lexi raised her eyebrows and put a hand over her mouth to try and stifle a laugh, but she wasn’t entirely successful and a small mirthful squeak found its way out. Jason looked up at his little sister. “You think that’s funny?” he asked laying back down again, more carefully this time. Lexi shook her head still trying to suppress her smile. Suddenly Jason lunged up and grabbed her by the leg. “You think that’s funny!” he bellowed as he dragged her …
Pops, I think she is pregnant
How does one start with, opps I think I got her pregnant……well it turns out that I might have got my mistress pregnant. It all starts with my drought and sex, plus the wife going thru her womanhood stuff. I got bored on night at work, and tapped on my phone for apps to keep me sane. Checking out tagged.com, I came across one that caught my eye. Jenn Latino Asian and sexy as hell, and soon we met. The first time was just us talking, and that's all I was expecting from this new friendship. The next two dates were led to me massaging her bare ass naked, and she massaging my back. Each time we met afterwards she was naked, and I slowly undressed each clothing intill I was naked with her. As this first day of us both naked, I stared at her sexy 5'1" 110lb long black hair and eyes, her soft sexy tanned skinned body with a very nice shaved pussy. One of the things that turned me on with her, is her small sexy feet. She let me massage them and suck on her toes, which led to her fingering her pussy each time. On this specific meetup, my cock was hard and needing to fuck her pussy. See sex with her took time to build up, first it was massages, then food play into oral, and then oral sex. She blew me like a pro, and I licked her world. So I met her, and we got dinner to go. Once inside her place, clothes offand dinner started. We eat and chilled, before long Jenn went to grab a shower. I followed in shortly, walking up to grab her ass, then my hands on her perky boobs. We kissed, …
MOMS SECRET
I came home from shopping. We girls love to shop and I had been gone for 3 hours. I walked into my bedroom and I smelled two things. Cum and my sons aftershave. Two things I actually enjoy. I had to investigate. I carefully went around sniffing everything. I found the strong cum smell on my pillow. I found two small spots at the edge. I stuck my nose right down to them. Cum. No mistaking that aroma. I kept going around the room. On my dresser was a picture of me when I was 18 at my Senior Prom. I had on this light blue gown on which made my tits look bigger that the were. I felt it was a sexy picture of me and had a 8×10 blow up made and put it in a nice picture frame. Dad loved it and it ended up on our dresser. I picked it up to look at it again. That’s when I felt it. The edge was wet. I smelled it….cum. Dad was now gone so it had to be my son. I figured he put the picture on my pillow and wanked on it. The mere thought of him doing that sent a little flow of wetness in my pussy. I looked again and I could see where his knees had been on the bed in front of my pillow. I was now sure of what he did. I was losing a little breath thinking about it. Did he really have that much desire to have sex with me that he did this? I wondered what he thought about while he wanked. I held the picture again, and then placed it where he must have put it on my pillow, right next to the two wet spots. My imagination sent me into a day dream while I stood staring at the picture. I …
Annelore antwortet auf meine Anzeige Reife
Vorweg muss ich sagen, sie hat mir nette Fotos geschickt, auf denen Sie aber nicht drauf war, sondern eine Reife Dame in Strumpfhosen, die hier auch schon mehrfach veröffentlicht wurde. Aber die Fantasien hätte ich gerne schon live erlebt. So blieb mir nur die Geschichte zum wichsen. Also gut, ich halte es wie Zuckerbrot und Peitsche. Mal lieblich, doch oft streng und rigoros. Ich stelle mir unser erstes Treffen so vor (oder so ähnlich): Wir treffen uns an einem neutralen Ort, ein Cafe oder so was. Nach gemütlicher Unterhaltung, lade ich dich zu mir ein. Wir sprechen über Dinge, die im Cafe unpassend sind. So nach und nach nähere ich mich dir. Du bleibst zurückhaltend und sollst nicht den tollen Kerl machen. Langsam ziehe ich dich aus und bitte dich in mein Schlafzimmer. Dort „falle“ ich über dich her. Unter einfühlsamen Umarmungen und einigen Küssen, dirigiere ich dich in mein Bett. Du wirst von mir gefesselt an deinen Armgelenken und an deinen Fußgelenken. Wie eine X liegst du vor mir. Langsam lege ich meine Sachen ab, eins nach dem anderen, nur nicht so schnell. Flüsternd erzähle ich dir versaute Sachen, an dem Punkt der dir gefällt, der dich anmacht gehe ich ins Detail. Bin ich nur noch in BH und Strumpfhose ohne Slip nehme ich noch ein paar Seile und befestige dich noch stärker an meinem Bett. Mal streiche ich über deinen Mund, mal streiche ich über deinen Sack… Dein Ständer ist bereit und möchte am liebsten geküsst, geleckt und geblasen werden. Doch nur ganz sanft …
My Stepmom, Girlfriend and I At the Pool
My girlfriend, Tori, caught me cheating and immediately had me feeling like shit. As I already felt depleted physically too, I fell back into the pool. I was down under the water for about thirty seconds. During that time, I felt much better physically. As if I went from massive pain, to none at all in a matter of seconds. I came back up to them both glaring at me on their knees. Tori put her hand out. "I think we need to talk, Eric." We exchanged looks. Her eyebrows were down and her teeth looked to be leaving permanent teeth marks on her bottom lip. "Just say what you gotta say," I muttered through my teeth. Tori stood up. "Eric, get your ass out of the pool!" she yelled, pointing at the ground. "Okay, shit," I said, climbing out of the pool. I stood up and looked straight at Tori as I tried to catch my breath. Her hands were on her hips. After a minute of gathering my thoughts and containing myself, I pointed my finger at Diane while still looking at Tori. "Well, she told me you cheated." Her eyebrows rose. "And you just believed her?" she inquired, stepping towards me. "Did she say you could fuck her if you did?" I bit my lip. "What are you doing here anyway? You made it sound as if you weren't surprised." "I thought I'd come over and we'd have some fun in the pool. You know, do boyfriend/girlfriend stuff together, if you get my drift. Also I thought it would sexy to swim when it got dark out too. I've also noticed that you two have sparked up quite a friendship this …
Wife lets loose as husband gets caught being sucked
I woke up horny…. Is there a day that doesn’t occur? As I’ve gotten older in life, I don’t start my day too often with a hard-on, just usually with sexual thoughts. While my wife and I still occasionally have wonderful intimate moments she has some challenges where the frequency of these moments disappears for periods of time. While very compatible from a vanilla sex standpoint she also has never been very adventurous in bed. This isn’t an excuse for my infrequent sexual activities outside our home rather some background. As for me, I’m a healthy and decently in shape mature man of 51. The epitome of a man starting to lose his muscularity due to age and a slightly less active life but still fits comfortably in his clothes from 20 years ago….if I still had them. I work a white collar job so supplement activities to stay in stable shape to enjoy a long and healthy life as well as probably unhealthy habit of masturbation and fantasies….often which blur into real life. This morning was one of those days. Today was a bit different than most as I had a comp day from the office after working some insane amount of hours the preview week. Home, but not completely alone, I gently rubbed my smallish cock under the covers enough to feel good but not pumping it with any urgency to get off. My mind wandered… Instead of searching porn or any particular sex story to fan some fantasy, I decided (or was it my penis) to search Craigslist for anything intriguing. My first search was the MW4M …
Married Slut from Work
There was an older woman from work that had a reputation as getting a little bit slutty when she drank. I caught a few glimpses of it over the year or so I worked there. One night at our holiday party she cornered me and started asking me all types of personal questions. She made a few comments that I knew she made to get a message across. Then one night at an after work gathering she told me she was in a very creepy mood and that she wanted my number. I had a buzz going and said sure why not. She sent me a couple of d***k texts that night trying to get me to get dirty. I didn't really take the bait that night, but a couple of weeks later she texted me and I eventually got her to send me some naughty pics. Nothing really happened after that until one crazy night. We had a company outing and everyone went out after for drinks. It was starting to die down and I was getting ready to leave as there were only a few people left. I then got a text that said "you should walk me to my car." I asked why that was and she said she wanted to show me just how good she was and how many talents that she had. I pushed back and she said that if I ever had a chance tonight was the night. She said meet me in five minutes. I left and waited for everyone else to leave and then headed out to my car to think about what I should do. Finally I got a text that said I want your cock in my mouth. That's all it took. I got into her car and made it clear that this never happened. She agreed since she was …
The Island, Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The sensation of cool water on my forehead woke me. I opened my gummy eyes, wincing at the bright sunlight that assaulted them. I smelled salt air, and heard voices nearby raised in anger, and others wailing. I turned to the left and was rewarded by a stab of pain in my neck, and a pounding headache. I focused on the dark blur in front of me. A lovely, tanned face gave me an encouraging smile. She continued to wipe off my forehead and said, “God, I’m glad you’re awake! I could use some help.” She seemed familiar to me, but my addled brain was not putting a name to the face. “Who…? I managed to croak. She must have sensed my confusion. “It’s Joelle, Dr. Connor. I recognized you lying on the beach with the other injured. I stitched up your forehead while you were out. Do you remember what happened?” “What? Where are we?” “Some island. The plane grounded on a reef after they ditched it. The pilot saved our lives. It’s so tragic he didn’t survive,” she said sadly. The plane! I remembered now. The guns. The crash landing. But…Joelle? Joelle was an OR nurse at the hospital at which I had just lost my job. She was Peruvian, and one hell of a surgical assistant. She was also one of my favorite people in the world. What in the hell was she doing in the Indian Ocean with me? She had not been on the plane, too, had she? This was way too much of a coincidence, and I began to wonder if I was hallucinating. I opened my mouth, intending to say so, but a thought materialized in …
Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth
*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 14 == The next morning the bedroom door was thrown open, waking me with a start. "Morning little brother." Rose said, leaning on the door frame. Still half asleep, I barely mumbled in response. "Come on," she said, walking out. "Jessica made breakfast." I got dressed and wandered downstairs to find that she had indeed made breakfast; bacon, eggs, and freshly made waffles. She set down a plate for Rose and I, but not for herself. "Not hungry?" I asked. "Oh, she doesn't eat breakfast." Rose said, "It makes her sick." I looked at Jessica curiously. "Yeah, I can't really eat first thing in the morning." she explained, "It always makes me nauseated unless I've been up for a few hours. This is all I need." She held up her coffee cup. "Hm." I said, picking up my fork. "See, you guys are learning all kinds of stuff about each other." said Rose. I rolled my eyes at her, and she laughed. I ate my breakfast quickly, trying not to feel Jessica's eyes on me. I kept thinking about the last time she'd cooked for me, and how happy it seemed to make her. "So are we going home then?" I asked Rose. "No, we're staying today too." she said. "If you want." she added. "Just the three of us?" I asked. "Yep, parents are gone for the whole weekend. They're both 'on business trips'." Jessica answered, her voice dripping with …
Elizabeths story – Chapter 4 – Garys late night visit
By the time I left the shower and dried, Gary had already disappeared downstairs. I brushed my teeth and flossed, trying to rid myself of the feeling that Gary’s semen was detectable on my breath. I felt I was being irrational, paranoid in fact; but I could not help fearing that somehow my sin could be detected, discovered. I really did not want to talk much about what had just happened, so I was slightly relieved that Gary was not lurking about. I suspected he needed some distance too. I believed we were both afraid to try to talk about it, fearful that if we looked at this too closely, one of us would decide we needed to stop, retreat, and atone for our sins, etc. I put on my normal sleeping attire: a t-shirt over my panties, and donned my robe as I typically would. However, this was only 9:00 p.m. on Saturday night. It was far too early to go to bed. I went downstairs to watch some TV. Mom was still awake, but not quite alert. She seemed surprised to see me in my robe. “Are you staying in tonight?” “Yeah, I am pretty tired. I have a lot of homework too.” I tried to avoid any doing anything that would raise any suspicion on her part. Today’s events needed to remain just between Gary and me; no one else ever need know about any of this, I reasoned. Gary was already in the TV room, also dressed for an evening at home. He was wearing a pair of sweats that he had cut into shorts and a tee shirt. If I had thought about it, I would have realized that having Gary and I both …
Isabelle: Chapter 3
When I woke up from the blaring sound of my alarm the next morning, I groggily turned it off and headed to my shower. I quickly rinsed, dried, and got dressed before coming out. There was no naked Isabelle this time which, while a little disappointing, was good. It was so awkward the last time and I didn’t want to be thinking about that during the school day. “Morning,” Isabelle said as she emerged from Mary’s old room, “Are you ready for school?” she asked. “Are you? You’re the new one,” I joked as we headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. My parents weren't awake so I just fixed us up some bagels with cheese, something light. As soon as I was done eating, I went back up to my bathroom and brushed my teeth before the bus came. Isabelle was a bit nervous with all of the people on the bus, which was cute to me, but we managed to found a seat. “Who’s she?” so many people asked. Each time I would have to explain that she was a new foreign exchange student that was staying with me. They wondered how a guy got a female exchange student and then I had to explain how our families were friends et cetera, et cetera. By the time we got to school I was already exhausted. We entered my small school and walked to my locker first. I put away my coat and lunch box and then Isabelle and I moved to her locker. I taught her how to enter the combination as more people walked by us, wondering who she was. “I got it!” she exclaimed in excitement jumping up and down as she opened up the …
A step mothers sin – Ch. 1: invading his privacy
Setting The Context I am a thirty-nine year old divorced woman who works as an executive in the very conservative financial industry. I was married for fourteen years before separating and getting a divorce nearly three years ago. I have one step son, who lives in California with his father most of the year, but typically spends Christmas, spring break, and summer vacation with me. Robert’s birth mother, Jim’s first wife, died of leukemia about four months after he was born. She refused chemo treatments during her pregnancy to protect her unborn child; a decision that cost her life. I always respected her for this sacrifice. I entered his life when Robert was two years old and I was the only mother Robert had ever known. Jim and I had a tumultuous marriage. To be candid, the sex was great, but we were very different people, with different styles, priorities and values. When I was offered a major promotion just over three years ago to move to Boston, I knew it was time for a life style change and I began taking steps to end our marriage. This was not a trivial decision for me since we had a seventeen year old son, who was doing well in school and sports. Coupled with the fact that Jim was the only man with whom I had ever achieved an orgasm, the decision to end the marriage was a tough one. Robert, who was now seventeen-year-old, stayed with his father where he could continue with his friends, school and sports. While I considered briefly trying to compel Robert to join me …
Jos pantyhose. Another pantyhose fantasy.
A few days after Jo had caught me wanking in my pantyhose in my office I was at an informal meeting which included Jo. We were sat around the room in twos and threes bouncing around a few ideas, sometimes moving around and asking others what they thought. Jack had just got up and moved over to speak to Bill when Jo sat down in his place opposite me. We sat and discussed business but I couldn't help notice as we talked that she was wearing my favourite tan hose again, especially when she crossed and uncrossed her legs seemingly casually but opening them wide enough for me to see just a hint of her pussy as she did so. I was getting distracted now and was glad as the meeting began to break up and people began to leave. Jo asked me if I could just pop by her office before I went home and ten minutes later I was closing the door behind me and locking it at her instruction. Jo was sitting on a small sofa and as I locked the door she stood up and quickly undressed down to her sheer tan pantyhose and heels. I didn't need to be told and soon I was standing there too in just my sheer pantyhose. I stood in front of Jo who had sat down again and she leant forward and began licking my cock through my pantyhose which was level with her face. She ran her tongue up and down the length of my shaft and flicked it over the end making it twitch. She then took hold of my shaft enclosed by the nylon and closed her mouth over it and began sucking. It was heavenly watching her ruby lips encircling …