A Sibling Love Story Summary: A brother and sister become intimate in New York City during the holidays. Note 1: Be warned if you are a fan of my mostly sub-domme writing please stop right now. This story although has subtle hints of submissiveness, the heart of the story is two siblings falling for each other during the backdrop of a winter evening in New York City. Note 2: Also, although my style isn’t dramatically different, I am also doing a he said, she said format this time (getting into the heads of both the brother and the sister), which some may find distracting or annoying. Note 3: A thanks to MAB7991 for editing this and so many of my other stories. A Sibling Love Story He Said: Do you have any idea what it is like to have a sister that is easily the hottest girl I had ever met in real life? Jayda is pretty much every guy's ultimate stroke fantasy. She has that rare blonde hair that is almost white, the bluest eyes imaginable, and a smile that makes pretty much any man melt. You would assume she would be a cheerleader and dating the football quarterback, yet she was actually a nerd of sorts who broke all the stereotypes of high school. Yet, oddly despite her undisputed beauty, she was actually a very shy and insecure young woman. It seemed those rumors were true, women who are visual perfection are to intimidating to actually ask out as I had never seen Jayda actually go out on a date. It didn't help that she rebuked the stereotypes by not going to parties, not …
PHL>LGA Part 1
I lift my eyes from my phone to see a pair of black high heels standing in front of me. My eyes wander up over a long, slender pair of legs in a pair of snug black pants. Lots of silver jewelry, diamonds on her left ring finger. A white jacket covering a low-slung black top. A hint of cleavage, a tanned chest, and a striking face shaped by a blonde ponytail. I'm guessing mid-40's. She is waiting for me to answer her it seems. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you ask me something?" I smile apologetically. "Are you headed to LaGuardia at 9:15am?" "I am" I reply, looking over at the check-in desk. It now says Miami 9:55am. "Hmm. Maybe they made a mistake. I haven't heard an announcement." "Well, I wouldn't hold your breath. They do this to me all the time." She pulls up her phone and starts typing. "I haven't even had my coffee yet, and now I worry that I'll have to walk all the way there, and then go elsewhere". I'm already bored with her. She is beautiful but starting to get on my nerves. I look at her and say "Well, I'm happy to watch your bags for you while you get your coffee." She politely declines and sits down a few seats away. It's only us in the lounge. She makes a phone call, which I can't help but overhear. First one child "If you don't stop crying, I won't go to American Girl for you…". Then the other: "It's okay to get questions wrong on your test. You didn't get a perfect score on your math test, and everything was okay – right?" Finally, her husband: "Please don't yell at …
InCorrections
From the author of Another Yard and Driven Lust Wayne Stewart INCORRECTIONS Copyright © 2014 Wayne Stewart As with any fictional story, this is for entertainment only. Please direct any complaints regarding character words or actions to the fictional character portraying the offense. WARNING: This book contains adult language and depictions of adult sexual acts, which may not be suitable for teenagers below the age of 16; or for anyone who does not wish to read stories containing written descriptions of explicit, erotic sexual behavior. It does contain serious, humorous, and interesting stories of contemporary literature and fictional tales of both romance and adventure; and is intended for a mature audience. Chapter 1 Ok, I’m no macho man. Call it metabolism or genetics; I’m just not bulky like most guys. Maybe I’m just a late bloomer. That’s the reason I was picked for the heist. The plan was simple enough. All I had to do was climb into the ventilation, drop into the jewelry store, and unlock the damn door. The guys would enter, grab the loot, fence it, and split the cash with me. Now, before you listen to them tell you what an idiot I was, let me explain. The cheap shoes I had was all I could afford. They weren’t gripping the metal the way I needed them to and my ponytail, past my shoulders in length, got caught by the hinge on the screen cover at the end. I know, cut the hair, pull or yank it out; all sounds great on paper. But you can’t do that when you’ve knocked …
Lilly-Ann and her Mom, Chap 1
As usual, the first Chapter of most of my stories are based on actual facts. This one also. Lilly-Ann and her Mom, Chap 1. Lilly-Ann is a dark haired beauty and she had just turned sweet sixteen when she invited me to a party after which we started dating on a more regular basis. At that time she was a Junior in high school and I was a Senior. Before that particular party we had hung out with “our crowd” in the cafeteria lunch room sometimes. Our crowd was the military kids in the small town’s high school outside the Alabama military base. Remember this was in the days before cell phones and internet. So we considered the local high school kids a bunch of rednecks and a lot of the boys, and even certain girls, proved the point on a weekly basis. Their life consisted of loud cars, loud music and Friday night football. Meanwhile, we military kids considered ourselves as more sophisticated because most of us had spent some years in Europe or Japan. Now we were stuck in nowhere Alabama where no one had heard of soccer, or spoke Japanese except a few of the military wives brought back from Japan. Some of the local boys and girls did try to get to know us because every September would bring a group of new military arrivals. Fresh meat for the locals. The high school boys liked to pursue the Junior High girls until the Army Ranger daddies showed up. At the same time, I have to admit, a few of the military boys would try to sample some of the local Alabama beauties. And OMG, some …
Nympho Mom
### More free sex stories here – No sign up required ### http://colcionero.eadulthost.com Tiffany Dawson stepped into the therapist's office of a walk-in clinic on a rainy Monday afternoon after work. She'd made sure her son Michael knew dinner was wanting for him in the oven and that'd she'd be home by six o' clock. Tiffany was a tiny woman, just over five feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Tiffany's long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. A few tendrils had escaped and they gently caressed her smooth shoulders. Tiffany's honey brown skin shone in the room's light. She wore a snug, white tank top with an obscenely short denim skirt. As a final touch, she wore gold, four-inch heels that gave her calves a sexy look as this was her 'clean' look after having fucked another random John-Doe that wasn't her husband not that her husband cared. He was never around since Michael's, working at the office because making money was more important than his family. He'd missed many of Michael's important moments in life as a man; the sex talk, his first girlfriend, and so many of his basketball games. It had become so commonplace for the husband and father not to be there that she along with Michael weren't even banking on him coming to his son's high school graduation. But her husband's constant absence wasn't why she was sleeping around. Tiffany was sick—sick with …
Life As A Sex Slave
his is a sex stories with different characters point of views and I can't tell you how the story ends, but all I can say is be careful what you wish for. Also this story is not a real story, and for all the girls and ladies in the world who were actually kidnap and turn into a sex slaves keep praying because bad thing will come to the people who did you harm. Isabelle Are you ready ? Isabelle ask her twin sister “I'm staying after school for a Junior committee meeting” Annabelle lies to me. “Fine I'll walk by self, we only live like two blocks away” “bye sis” “bye” I says as I walk downstairs towards the entrance of the school. I walk towards the entrance the school I walks outside I take the steps down then walk toward the school gates once I gets to the school gates I then leaves I walks down the street. I kept walking when I realize this guy was following me so I pass my street and kept walking until I gets to this street my best friend lives on I runs over my to best friend front door and ring the door bell and a older women open the front door then the boy walks away. “Yes Isabelle” is Keke home ? “no she staying after school,but I'll let her know you stop by”.“Thanks Ms. Miller and have a great day” I says as I walk away I walk down the street when I was hit in the head with something heavy. I end up waking up tied to a chair, my hands and feet were tied too. I look up to see these three young black men who look like they were eighteen or nineteen. “Annabelle wake …