Chapter Fourteen: A Meeting With The Bishop When Angel woke, Emily was already gone. Riggz, a friend and fellow pimp of Rich, had already come and removed her. She turned on the coffee pot, and had finished switching out the laundry when Rich came downstairs. Angel glanced up at Rich as he leaned against the wall, watching her. When she finished folding the last bit of clean laundry, she turned back to him. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose black jeans. Angel looked over his body. He was very muscular, a visible report of his years of daily workouts. The bruises that covered him from last night’s battle almost blended in with the deep shadows that his muscles cast over his skin. Gently, Angel reached out and ran her fingertips against a deep purple bruise. Rich winced, grabbing her wrist, and pulling her hand away from his body. Angel tensed, glancing up at his face quickly, but she saw no anger there. She pulled her hand away. “You should see a doctor.” Rich shook his head, turning from her to pour himself a cup of coffee. She watched the back of his blond head as he disagreed with her. “You may have broken ribs.” “They’ve been broken before.” “I don’t like the look of that bruising.” “It doesn’t like the look of you.” Angel narrowed her eyes. If she hadn’t of intervened last night, he wouldn’t be arguing with her now. He would be lying on his back in a hospital bed, with nurses swarming around him. But maybe he was sour that she had intervened. Men never …
Taking a Walk Down Memory lane
Taking my virginity This happened back in 2011 and is a real story. I was sixteenth and my girlfriend at the time was fifteen, Meisha however wasn't a virgin. Meisha was bigger than me in size but fucking sexy with a very big and high ass and small tits. We have been talking for some time now and saw each other in the evening at a community centre where I was volunteering at the time. Meisha at the time was doing her SBAs and i would help her whenever Meisha came by after school in her uniform for a couple of hours until it got dark. Then we would start making out until our mouth get tired then have small talks and start sucking out each other tongue over and over. This story is about the first time I fucked her. This particular day Meisha didn't went school and needed to use the computer at the center to continue some work. To how tings was going with us it had me thinking of fucking her allot, and meisha also wanted to take my virginity. I took a shower went to the nearest shop to my house, bought a pack of rough rider condoms and look a taxi to the center. I went to collect the key from a few houses down on my way back I looked to see if any1 had seen me going there because I didn’t want to be interrupted today. After inside I txt her to let her know I was there. Meisha replied that she will be there shortly. Meisha entered from the back entrance of the property so no1 would see her either. Meisha came in a white knickers that was tight to her legs and ass and a black …
Never saw this coming!…my former s****r-in-law
I’ve gotten myself into something that is way beyond my expectations involving my former s****r-in-law, Noella. I’ve been divorced for 6 years, and I get along well with my ex who’s remarried, but my ex is not the issue here. My former s****r-in-law Noella and I always got along well while I was married, and ever since, but never any fooling around or even flirting. But looking back I suspect we had a connection of some sort, a lot of trust, a lot of shared advice, but never anything even near being sexual. In fact, I was the one who introduced Noella to Robert, who she’s married to, and she always thanked me for that. They now live on the west coast and I live on the east coast, not far from my ex. Noella and I have always kept in touch, just chatty email updates, jokes, holiday cards,…the usual small talk between acquaintances. Noella, like my ex, came to the US from Columbia. Noella’s 38 years old, white, a petite 5’1” tall, long, almost black hair, a beautiful exotic face, dark flashing eyes, killer full lips, a slender yet hard-body build, perfectly proportioned long legs, with breast implants putting her at about 37-38 D’s, more than handfuls for sure. Just what you’d expect of a smouldering, sensuous latin bombshell with a lit fuse. Well, about 8 months ago, I ran into Noella and Robert together at a nearby bar-restaurant. They had flown here to visit my ex on her birthday. I joined Noella and Robert for dinner, and we had a nice time. While Robert was in the …
My stepmother Elisabeth
Hi, my name is Jay. I am 24 years old and I am born and raised in the Netherlands. I've been living on my own for about a year now. Before that, I lived with my dad and my stepmother. My dad got remarried seven years ago with Elisabeth, my stepmother. Elisabeth and me, always have had a good relationship, even though she is my stepmother. My dad is a project manager and was always making a lot of hours, so me and Elisabeth got really close in the years that I lived with my dad and her. Even though I still call her Elisabeth, I kind off see her like my mom. Especially because my biological mother was never really in the picture after the divorce. The past week my dad was on a business trip, because of a big project. My dad asked me if I could visit Elisabeth a few times in the week that he was gone. I, of course, had no problem with that and asked Elisabeth if she thought it would be nice if we had dinner together that Thursday. She was really exited about that and told me she wouldn't mind it if I came over the whole week for dinner. So we decided that I would come over after work to have dinner with her, which would be better than both of us eating alone at home. Thursday It was around 6 pm when I arrived at my dad's and Elisabeth's place. She opened the door the moment I got out of my car. "Hi Jay," Elisabeth said to me with a smile on her face. "Hey, how are you?" I asked her while I walked to her and kissed her on the cheek. While I kissed her on her cheek, I could …
Curse of the gypsy woman – Part four
Introduction: This is the continuing saga of Melissa, a woman, a preacher's wife, who by the power of a gypsy's curse is redescovering her sexuality. It will be to your benefit to read the previous three chapters if you haven't allready. It had been a frustrating weekend, and the worst thing by far was church on Sunday and the subsequent meeting of the Committee of Moral Education. Luckily she'd had the idea to wear a sanitary napkin before going. She'd had enough experience of her own horniness by now to know that her pussy would run wet with juices by the mere thought of sex, and this way she might be able to prevent a dark wet spot from forming on her skirts. She'd also worn two extra layers of underskirts and an extra set of panties, hoping she wouldn't look fat in the outfit. But anything would be better than looking like she had peed herself. Her thoughts had of course been drifting in all kinds of directions as she sat on the hard benches, watching the service, and she had discovered that by rubbing her thighs together and working the muscles in her abdomen, she would be able to receive pleasure without anyone noticing. She'd known however that having an orgasm would be out of the question. So the frustration had been killing her when the services were over, and her relief had been almost overwhelming as she'd locked herself in the toilet and rubbed herself to mind blowing, but silent ecstasy behind the closed doors. The sanitary napkin had been soaked and she'd had …
Watch Me Play With My Toy
Come in and sit on our bed, I'm going to play with my toys. After I come I'll give you head, My vibrators give me joy. Rubbing my toy on my clit, It feels so fucking good. Fucking myself in my slit, I found my clit under my hood. Rubbing it all over my lips, My pussy is so damn wet. Juices are starting to drip, I'm working up a sweat. I push the vibrator up my box, Rubbing it on my g-spot. I can't wait to suck your cock, Cream flowing from my honey pot. Happiness is giving you a blow job, It's time to suck your dong. Your cock is starting to throb, As I'm sucking on your schlong. Deeper and faster I suck, Damn it tastes really great. Maybe soon we'll fuck, I'm really enjoying the taste. Ropes of come shoot out, My mouth is filled with cream. That was fun no doubt, My eyes twinkle and gleam. We hold each other tight, Lots of kisses for you. What an amazing night, In the morning we'll screw.
A night with Him…
It is a crisp spring evening, the moon is full, giving the earth a brighter than usual glow. I am wearing my favorite short black evening dress. Under I have on my hot pink bra that pushes my breasts up nicely to attract interest yet, not so much as to not leave some to the imagination. I have on thigh high fishnet stockings, black lace panties with innocent pink bows on the sides and lastly, black high heels. My red hair is styled in sexy loose ringlet curls, and my eyes are darkened with a deep blue shadow to bring out the green in them. I smell of Sweet Seduction by Victoria Secrets, for it is the perfect blend of floral and sweet. When I arrive at the lounge I seat myself in a back corner booth. I order myself a drink and sip on it as I see Him walk through the door. Tall, handsome man. When our eyes me I shyly look away. He sits Himself at the bar and orders a drink. I sit quietly, legs crossed, gazing at Him make ideal chat with the others at the bar. He is wearing a button up dress shirt in green with a green/blue and silver tie, black slacks, and dress shoes. He is so well put together and handsome it makes me blush slightly. From His seat He could easily glance back at me and catch just a glimpse of my fishnets and heels. When I notice Him looking I slowly uncross my legs and tuck them under one another, taking my hand and ever so slightly pulling back my dress before taking another sip of my drink. I give him a soft smile and wink. He turns away from me and …
US
I walked through the garden And I looked for your hand I felt it slowly in my palm It warmed me and I was content It was love I had been waiting for It was your love that found me Two hearts uniting in ardor Beating together a life to explore Your strength surrounded me Our laughter could be heard Two happier people you never did see It is love by definition of the word No longer is it he Nor is it only she For they came together Now they are us you see A love that is true Faithful they are Now they are one not two Happier than before, a blazing love star When you see the two walking Hand in hand down their lane It's love and romance they're talking So much passion they will gain
Hostage Part Two
We fall asl**p for a little bit, then my arms, and legs start to cramp up from being tied up for so long. “Trevor, baby. It’s time to wake up.” I say quietly. Your arms tighten around me and you rub your face in my breasts, for a bit, before you go back to sl**p. “Trevor, come on, baby. Get up for a few minutes.” More smooshing your face around my breasts, and even a little tired sucking of one of my pink nipples, when you find it. I bite my lip, as the pleasure from you sucking my tit, goes straight to pool warmly deep within my belly. “Trevor, if you don’t get up…” I sigh dramatically. “I guess we won’t be able to use that ping pong paddle.” I laugh, as I feel your hard member rising to attention on my leg. You suck on my nipple a bit more, before you slowly turn to look up at me, and say “Mmm?” I sigh, because you are so cute, with your hair all sticking up, from where you had slept on my boobs. You sl**pily kiss me before you say, “What was that you said about a ping pong paddle?” “Well, I was thinking, I kind of like this hostage thing. But first I would like to be released from my current bonds, if you please.” You release me from my handcuffs and then my leg cuffs. Then you lay back down next to me, with your arm around my middle, and one thigh d****d across my own. With your face, inches from mine on the pillow, you whisper, still sl**pily, “Hostage thing?” I turn my head and kiss the tip of your nose, then nibble on your chin a bit, while I explain what I have in …
A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3)
DISCLAIMER: If you are offended by any of the tags, please do not read further. There are two previous chapters to this story, which you can find on my profile page by clicking my name at the top. There will be more chapters. I greatly appreciate those of you who have enjoyed this story thus far and I hope you continue to enjoy what I have written. I do apologize for the long delay. This took me longer than I had anticipated due to other obligations in my life. Your patience is very much appreciated. Thank you for reading. Constructive criticism is always welcome, let me know what you think of my story in the comment section. Enjoy. CHAPTER THREE "Police! Open the door!" Chris shouts, pounding at the door. "Open the door now before we kick it in!" He shouts again. "Do you got a warrant?" The voice from the other side of the door asks. "Keith Stephens we have a warrant for your arrest." Chris replies sternly, his patience running thin. Keith, the abusive manager of the building who has been using Chris' niece Emmy for sex, is on the other side as his heart sinks in a panic. A moment of inaction is too much for Chris. He kicks the door open, it swings back at Keith hard. "Don't move!" Chris shouts, pointing his gun at him. Keith puts his hands up and is frozen in place. Chris is the first inside the apartment, then the other uniformed officers enter ahead of him to check out his apartment. Chris stands there near the door, looking at Keith. "Wha… What did I do? I didn't …
A Very Happy Birthday (Straight Practice part 2)
It had been seven months since I fucked Angie, my (mostly) lesbian roommate. It happened when Angie, to everyone's surprise (including her own), became attracted to a guy at her gym. Not wanting to scare the guy off by being totally inept in bed, she asked to practice straight sex on me first. Being the nice guy I am, I agreed to teach her. As it turned out, she was a natural! Okay, when you summarize it like that, it sounds pretty unbelievable, I know. But it really did happen, I swear. I wrote about it in a story called Straight Practice here on this site. Since then, it had been kind of an unspoken thing between us. The worst was just afterwards. I couldn't get that night off my mind. I went through several boxes of tissues replaying it in my imagination. When she was around, I had to mentally distract myself, thinking about baseball or the Golden Girls, so I wouldn't get awkwardly hard. But she was dating the gym guy – Nick, his name was. I met him a couple of times. He seemed alright; not really someone I'd see myself wanting to hang out with on a regular basis, but he wasn't a complete dick. And Angie seemed happy with him, at least for a while. Meeting him was always sort of awkward. There was that secret unspoken knowledge constantly at the front of my mind: Dude, I fucked your girlfriend before you did. By the time things with Nick were beginning to cool off for Angie, I'd met someone myself. Her name was Shriya. She was a few years younger than I was and worked at …
(LETS LISTEN)
….I’m Sam. When I was a teen I overheard my dad and uncle talking on the back patio one night. My bedroom window was open and they didn’t realize it was right behind them. They both had plenty of beers and they were talking about some prick teaser girl. Dad: “I love prick teasers girls, it’s such a challenge to take them up on their flirting and teasing and watch them back down when I pin them down to ’Are we gonna fuck or not?’ Linda (my mom) was the best. We met in school.” Uncle: “She was good, sis like to tease me and I let her get me hot because I liked it. She was ‘mostly’ all talk until you came along. I remember watching you making her so hot she would get pissed as her prick teasing was not working on you. She would tell me: “If that asshole touches me I’ll have his ass in big trouble!” I said: “Sis, does he make you hot?” Sis: “Hell No, I have plenty of boyfriends and I sure as hell don’t need him.” Uncle: “I think you have the hots for him and won’t admit it, don’t you sis…admit it…he makes you all gushy inside and makes your pussy wet.” She would then stomp away giving me the finger all mad. Dad: “Those were fun days. I would stand real close to her in school and tell her things like ‘I heard her vagina had spider webs in it from getting no sex‘, and then quick walk away. She would get so pissed she would chase me down and say: “You’d just love to find out, wouldn’t you, geek boy…well that’s never gonna happen!” She would be breathing hard, yet smiling. I …
a new bench
My wife got a new bench it's amazing. She told me she wanted to try something new I agreed and she told me to be at home on Fri night at 8:00. I asked why and she said youll see. I got there at 8 and she met me at the door and asked if I was ready and I replied I guess. She said heres the deal me and some friends are having a toy party and we need someone to demo toys on. I was a little nervous then she said oh you will enjoy it and if you want you can back out. Well I couldn't let her down she has tried so much for me so I agreed. She said follow me to the den. When we got there I saw the fuck bench for the first time. She told me to strip and hop up I asked what it was for and she said it will easier to demo cock and ball toys and lubes or anything else. She said hurry up the girls will be here anytime. So I did and she strapped me in and then blindfolded me. She left the room and in no time I could hear voices coming in the living room. Women laughing and drinking and looking at sex toys. Before long I heard her tell them she had another surprise in the den. They walked in and they all couldn't believe it, they told her when she held a party she held a party. She told them to get there favorite toy and feel free to try it out. I could feel hands rubbing my cock and balls and ass. Before long I felt the first dildo rubbing my lips and then another and they just seem to get bigger and farther down my throat. Finally I heard her say is anyone going to bust this ass cherry or …
Freak in the street, Lady in the sheets.
Freak in the street, Lady in the sheets. There's this female I know.. We used to talk back in the teen days.. Were close enough to be called a couple but it never went through. Years go by and I decide to rekindle what we had. It was awkward at first because I always knew she was a major bitch. Seemed very forward but I didn't mind it. She portrayed the image of “I'm a Boss Ass Bitch” type of girl. Did d**gs, partied, tattooed from head to toe, yet still very beautiful is an image she will continue to portray.. That is until she got tattooed on her face or something. I tried talking to her a few times and it just failed. I never gave up because she still would respond.. So I figured there's a shot. I thought back to our old conversations and honestly said whatever I felt as she answered honestly as well. I then asked her out no bullshit just us chilling as friends to catch up. We met and she still looked sexy as hell. It was nothing but a 'date' you can say at a bar. She wore tight leggings with somewhat of a booty short look to it. Booty short were the tights and the rest of the leggings were see through. You can see each curve of her body. Up top she wore a a top that had straps crossing all over her upper chest and back that held it up. Very revealing and everyone stared at us just having our conversation. She's mixed with Vietnamese and White in her.. Her face is the cutest thing out there.. Her boobs were nice as always but within these last years from what I've seen …
Painless Love Chapter 3
I don’t want to wake up. I know that I mustn’t. Oh yes—I was the heck tired yesterday doing an interview with a top most celebrity and today there would be an opulent and grand Marie de Pierre Gala going on at Riesman Hotel here in Las Vegas. Marie de Pierre is a celebrated and well-known star all over America with a rumored whooping net worth of breathtakingly $600 million. Well, you might be guessing how she made all that huge amount in her whatever efforts and labors. She just happens to be a 31 year old woman who is into designing and furnishing people’s living rooms and most importantly their kitchens, and her own self-incorporated company, The Marie de Pierre Furnishers, are just equally exactly into the same furnishing and making up people’s homes and their kitchenettes thing. “We are going to see Marie de Pierre this evening?” Courtney asks me as we eat and polish up our breakfast in our enormous and large living room. “Well, who else do you want to see yourself tonight? Gavin—right? Come on, girl. We are going to enjoy ourselves at this gala, all you solely have to do is follow me and let us enjoy and please ourselves as we feel like. I hear that it is absolutely and definitely going to be super fantastic and brilliant awesome. What do you think about it?” “Since you have insisted so much on it, I am not going to say ‘no’ at all.” Hmmnnnn! I am wondering and thinking quietly to myself: Should I tell her about the cutely gentleman that handed me a lift yesterday, or …
Joan #8 part II, Savannah
We woke up the next morning still horny and happy after the night we spent with Hank and Jim. Joan was fiddling with my cock and I was getting hard. She straddled my face and licked my prick – 69 for breakfast. Joan tasted like sex and pee. Cum was still hidden in the folds of her cunt and I pushed my tongue deeply in her. I sucked and slurped and enjoyed every inch of her labia. Her clit was still sensitive and I gently blew on it and tapped it with my tongue. She squirmed around shifting all over my face. Joan swallowed my cock into her warm and inviting mouth. She grabbed the base of my cock and stroked and tugged it until I was moaning. She hummed while sucking me sending erotic vibrations through my cock. Joan stuck a finger in my ass reaching for my prostate gland, then began ass fucking me with her fingers. We were rapidly approaching the point of no return. Joan came first, grinding her cunt on my face and showering me with her secretions. She moaned loudly, "Ohhh Fuck, suck, cunt, cunt, Oh my fucking God." Her words triggered my ejaculation and while I was coming she rubbed my prick all over her face and neck. I pumped stream after stream onto her. As they say, she got a pearl necklace. We both gasped at this wonderful start to our day. We had room service breakfast, unfortunately it wasn't Jim who delivered it. Joan did flash her tits at the waiter when he came into the room. I went to the conference to work. Joan hadn't made up her mind as to what she was going to …
The Last Flight. Chapter 16
I suddenly became incredibly self concious. These two young women, whilst absolutely gorgeous, were like, maybe, sisters to me. Although I had made advances on their mother I just didn't have the same feelings for them at all. It just didn't feel right and I felt very uncomfortable. “Erm, no, it's fine,” I spoke slowly, “ I can do that myself. Thank you, though.” Dominique and Pascale looked at each other. Just briefly but it was a look that I couldn't translate. I wasn't sure whether they were offended that I refused them or whether they had other motives for wanting to help me with my bra and pants but, in no more than an instant, the look was gone. “Okay,” Dominique replied and stood back, the same smile on her lips seemingly inferring that nothing had changed. “I will get your nightdress, I'll be back in a minute.” In the meantime, Pascale handed me a thick towelling robe which I put on whilst still sitting on the bed. I pulled it around me and tied the thick cord tightly with a big bow. “If we get a little carried away,” she began, “It is just because we are not used to having someone to look after and, well, we just want to make sure you feel welcome here and…” her voice trailed away to an embarrassing silence. I felt a little sorry now, thinking I had embarrassed them. “Oh, I'm sorry, no, it's fine, honestly. I do understand and I couldn't be in better hands. I'm just not used to such attention. I have been alone for about seven years and have always been so …
The Hangout
This is a revision of my entry into CAW #23, for which we were to write something based on personal history. My story is based on a real place, a real girl, and some real events. There’s a basis of truth here, but my participation in much of this is “embellished”. Note: The protagonists in this tale smoke marijuana in several scenes, since the story is set in the college culture of 1970. If this is offensive to readers, I apologize. Some explanation and background for this fantasy have been added to the end. *** The phone woke me on the first morning of summer break. It was a girl from high school. “You’re up early, Martha.” “Is it early? Oh, I guess it is. Sorry, Jeremy. What are you doing this summer?” “Not much. Didn’t find a job yet. Why?” “I have a huge painting project, and I need your help.” “You know I suck at art. You even said it yourself. You were polite, but the message was clear.” “Yes, and you know I suck at numbers. I would have flunked algebra and geometry without you. Part of what I need is your math skills. I’m in kind of a jam here. This job is huge. It’s the interior of a building.” “What building?” “The old quonset hut near the train station on the north side of the city.” “That big ugly metal thing? The truck repair shop?” “They moved out. The new owner gutted the place, put in sound-proofing and insulation, and stuck a big band of plywood over that, primed and ready for paint. He wants a mural on the wood for his new dance club, ‘The Hangout’. It’ll be …
Little Johnny Watches His Sister Carrie Masturbate…and Then She Lets Him Help
It was now Friday, and Mr. and Mrs. Green would be home the next day. Carrie didn’t even want to go to school. She just wanted to lie in bed all day and pleasure herself. There was no way that was going to happen, so as usual, she and Johnny and Grandma had breakfast together and Carrie went off for the bus, and Grandma walked Johnny right up to the bus. Johnny was greeted with the usual cheers from the other little kids, and the day was underway. It would be an easy day in school for both kids. Neither one had a particularly taxing schedule that day. That said, all Carrie could think about was that it was her last night at home without her parents. All day in school, that made her want to touch herself. In fact, the feeling got so bad that after lunch, Carrie disappeared into the bathroom in school for a few minutes. She couldn’t wait. She started touching herself, and was shocked when a few drops of cum leaked out of her pussy. She was speechless. She put a little tissue in her panties, and went back to class. Johnny had a great day at school too. He thought about all of the fun games and puzzles that Grandma was putting together for him. He remembered that after playing with Carrie’s hamster the previous night, he would be spending the night alone in his room. He didn’t mind. Carrie was such a good sister, and even if she couldn’t play with him that night Johnny knew that Carrie still loved him. Sometimes he liked playing by himself too, and so he understood that …
My Girlfriend’s Sister Carly Part
me mastrubating in bath link with video : http://tkpassword.com/7faK I couldn’t believe it Michelle had been cheating on me, but as soon as it came out of Carly’s mouth I knew it was true. Michelle had cut way back on the frequency we had sex, and she had been acting kind of strange. A lot of times I would call her on her phone and she wouldn’t pick up. She often answered simple questions about how her day went very vaguely. I asked, “who is she cheating with?” Carly replied, “Craig.” Craig is like the world’s biggest douche bag, but now that I had thought about it we had gone out on a lot of couples dates with Craig and his girlfriend Rita. Rita was very sweet, but not Craig in fact I had witnessed things he said to Rita that were borderline abusive. “Why are girl’s attracted to douche bags?” I asked Carly. “Look I get that your upset, but I think you need to focus on the positive.” “What would that be?” I asked. Carly smiled and said, “me.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Well if sucking your dick and swallowing your cum isn’t a big enough hint that I like you then I don’t know what is,” said Carly. “You mean this wasn’t just a onetime thing?” I asked. “I hope not,” she replied smiling. I have known you since I was fourteen, and I have had a crush on you since then. You were always so sweet and nice to me even when my sister wasn’t. I told myself it could never happen because you were my sister’s boyfriend, but once she cheated on you and after how you took care of me last …
Lady Bug – Trick or Treat
Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories…. I had my hands full as I put all the candy by the front door in a big orange bowl. I put a small wooden chair next to the front door. I have to pass out candy to the trick or treaters. I don't live in a big neighborhood. But I usually give out allot of candy to the k**s. I think they mark my house every year to stop at. There usually a few girls who stop bye. Either with the k**s or just to say hi. I prefer bodacious women. The more voluptuous the better. I'm glad bigger gurls like to dress up for Halloween. I try to dress up. This year I got a big sweater with "WMHS" on the front and some white pants. I look like the k** from Glee. "Fin!" He was the quarterback of the team. But now he just in the Glee club. Don't worry I won't sing to the k**s. I walked back toward my study next to the front door. I pulled out my favorite chair in the study. It a big black leather chair with gold buttons down the sides. I put my big black phone on a small table next to the chair. Its got a huge phone cord that about 25feet in case I need to walk and talk. I put a small bowl in the chair. I got my favorite candy in there. Some Gummy Bears. I put on some spooky music in the back ground. I turned on some lights around the house. I put some orange lights in my trees, and up the walk. I turned on the porch light above my front door. I slipped on some white tennis shoes over my bare feet. I checked my costume in the full length mirror near the …
Seans Story: Chapter 6
Sean’s Story Chapter 6: The Best Kept Secret We lay on my bed for a while before the cold hit me and I realized that I was still naked despite the lack of any sexual feelings between us at the moment. I was content emotionally for now but I was cold. Laying in front of me was Josh, his eyes were closed. “D-Do you mind if I get dressed?” He laughed. “I guess the moment died huh?” “It went down in flames.” I carefully disentangled myself from Josh and stumbled off the bed. My right left leg was asleep. I walked to my closet, feeling his eyes following me as I walked away. “You’ve got a cute butt.” He said as I walked into my closet. “So do you. B. E. A. Utiful.” Now it was his turn to blush. “Yeah. I noticed that you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off of it at the beach.” I walked out of my closet with a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt in my hand. “Oh, I tried. But failing was so much better. And hey, it got you to realize I wanted to suck your dick.” He puffed up like he was trying to be an arrogant ass. “Let’s be honest. We all know you’ve wanted to suck my dick since the first time you saw me.” “Shut up.” “Hey, I can’t say I blame you. I am, what did you call me? ‘Beautiful’.” Smartass. I threw the shirt I’d picked out at him and it him in the face. While his face was covered, and he was recovering from the shock, I took the opportunity to put on the shorts. He threw my shirt back and I put that on too. I decided to get a little serious. There was a lot that I …
The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty: Betrayal of the Father
Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Thirty: Betrayal of the Father Copyright 2015 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Cast of Characters Main Characters Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. Poisoned by Burke as they fought. Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle's First Wife. Reunited with Kyle. Fatima Unmei : Kyle's younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart. Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle's long-time girlfriend turned third wife. A witch who follows Ishtar and wields Shadowedge. Fumi Unmei nee Nakamura: Kyle's fourth wife. A succubus-like Yuki-onna and wielder of Windfeather. She is blind. Britney Kingston: Kyle's best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw. Enemies Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy. Hecate: The Dark Goddess that both Ms. Franklin and Burke served. Sent a familiar to seize Faiza's soul when she died. Hecate has possessed Faiza. Faiza Unmei: Kyle and Fatima's widowed mother. Killed by Burke. Her soul was stolen by a familiar of Hecate. Resurrected by Hecate as an instrument of the Dark Goddess's vengeance against Kyle. Hecate has possessed Faiza. Makerah: An Unbound Marid, a Djinn that has violated the Laws of his people and escaped …
Santa Claus
" Jingle bell… jingle bell… jingle bell rock …" God I hate that song, God I hate Christmas I thought as I trudged, camel like, through the shopping mall, laden with last minute presents for nieces and nephews who I didn’t even like. Let alone them really giving a shit what I got them. I stood resting next to a fountain and watched the dwindling swarm of mommies and kiddies in line to get their pictures taken with Santa. Tonight was Christmas Eve and it was their last chance to give Santa their wish list. "Ladies and Gentlemen: The George street Mall will be closing in ten minutes. We will reopen the day after Christmas, December 26th at eight A.M. for your shopping convenience." I used to love Santa growing up like any other kid… I thought wistfully. I haven't stood in that line to climb up onto his lap and snuggle under that snowy white beard since I was six years old. The thought warmed me and made me feel secure and happy bringing a smile to my face. I could see the Jolly old man sitting on his gothic throne inside his cardboard castle. He's a good one, I mused. The beard looks real… the belly seems solid… hmm. I smiled to myself and thought about going and standing in line. Silly really. I was over twenty years old, but I suddenly had the strong urge to lay my head on his shoulder and tell him all my secrets. I watched Santa ease the last child down from his ample lap and suddenly made up my mind. Jumping up, I entered the red and white "North Pole Castle" …
My Daily Valentine
I do not need one day a year to tell you how much I care. Our passion comes from deep within, It’s something I cannot quite define. We are drawn to one another like magnets; an invisible force brings us together. We take the good with the bad, both positive and negative. When we lie in a passionate embrace, our bodies moving as one, the world falls away; leaving only us. What we have is true, as if it was destiny. I’ve devoted my life to you; you possess me body and soul. You are now and will forever be; my daily Valentine.