I saw a picture once of a small cabin secluded on top of a mountain that was made entirely of glass. The web site guarenteed that you would see no one else for miles and would have complete privacy during your stay. I often find myself fantasizing about AJ and I taking a trip to that little glass cabin and bringing a third to join us for a weekend of uninhibited sex. We would spend the entire trip of not worrying about anything except pleasing each other. I would find the perfect guy to join us, a smaller build bi-sexual guy that was more into guys then not, but didn’t mind playing with us both. Clean shaven, hot – just the type that made AJ go crazy to play. In my fantasy on the drive up we talked about all of the dirty things that we were going to do when we arrived. Clothing was not allowed once we checked in and there were to be no rules except that you had to let yourself go and try it all. We were all excited as we drove up the mountain – I could see AJ’s dick getting hard as we got closer to our love nest. The picture on the website didn’t do our cabin justice. Keeping true to our word, we all immediately felt the rush of freedom from our daily lives and tore off our clothes. Our third was the perfect fit for us. He already was kissing on AJ and pushing him toward the huge king size bed in the middle of the room. AJ fell onto his back on the soft mattress and found our bi lover on top of him, kissing him hard. He told him how he couldn’t wait to have him, and that his …
جلنار جردلي Jilnar Jardaly the Hot Sex-Slave
[The raunchy and highly anticipated sequel to Jilnar's last erotic escapade: “Jilnar Jardaly and the Pirates!] The tires screeched loudly as the plain white van sped around the corner. It was a bumpy, windy, unsealed road which caused its precious cargo to jostle and bounce about against the walls. Twelve beautiful and exotic young women, of every race and color, six sitting on a hard bench on either side of the van. A beautiful bevy of exotic young women to suit all tastes, white, black, Asian and one beautiful and sensual, dark-eyed Arabian beauty, who had the additional value of being a famous television news-anchor! Hers was a name that stirs up feelings of strong sexual desire in men and women all over the world. That name, of course, is none other than…. Jilnar Jardaly! Each of the girls was leashed to the girl beside her by the collars around their necks. Their eyes were all downcast upon the floor, in both fear and sorrow, as their tears of despair and desperation fell upon their laps. All of them, that is, except for our horny heroine, Jilnar, who had never looked happier! She loves the fact that she live in a man's world, where any woman, no matter how famous or successful she had become, still belonged to men and can still be taken, used and enjoyed by any one of them, anywhere and any time! She strongly resents all those bitchy, killjoy feminists who keep tying to change that! As you read in the last story, she had been taken by some ruthless and misogynistic …
Redemption
The heart forlorn, merciless Tender desires ravaged by time, dispirited Yet in solitude a glimmer of hope, glinting Held wretched in a sad melody Time’s passing, meaningless A dream beheld in despair, sorrowful Ascending into dejection, melancholy The future pensively dreadful A spirit disconsolate, regretful Cherished memories withering, vanishing Their decaying images putrid, perishing Minute hope ever fleeting An ember still, smoldering A heart seeks restitution, redemption Two wounded hearts reconciled, emblazoned A love rebirthed in fiery passion Copyright ©2015 Buz Bono. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the author, Buz Bono.
P Is For Porn
“You did WHAT!” Julie screamed into the phone. “Don’t yell. I’m already totally freaked out as it is. You’re just making it worse.” Anna replied back. “Okay, okay. Just give me a minute to take this in. Start from the beginning. How did this even happen?” Julie asked back. Anna took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts and wondering why she had ever done it anyway. “Well, a few months back, after me and Josh broke up and he moved out, I was left paying the rent on that stupid apartment he wanted. There was no way I was going to be able to afford it myself. There were two months left on the lease and I just needed to get to the end of the spring term before I was heading back home for the summer. I saw an ad on campus. The money was good, so I phoned them, and, well, I did it.” “Just like that? You phone them and the next day they are filming you in a porn video?” “Well no, not just like that. They want pictures first. Next an in person interview where they take a short video of you. It is sent out to agencies and if they are interested they call back. I had to agree on what kind of shoot it was going to be, get tested for STD’s and bring the results, sign release forms and on and on. It was all a pain in the ass to tell you the truth. I can’t believe I actually followed through with it all. Now, three months later they’ve sent me a copy of the video and it is going up on their website.” “Wow. I’m just… This is totally crazy! What kind of video is it?” Julie asked …
My first time with my first love
Hello there. My name is prajwal(changed). I am 20 years old. I have read a lot of incest stories on here and decided it was time I shared mine with the world. This is my first go at expressing myself through words,so let the judging be mild. Also,if you're expecting to read just hardcore erotica then you might not like it much. It\'s my complete experience with my angel of a cousin.let me tell you a little about my cousin first. Her nickname is Gucci . She's the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen and she\'s 3 years older than me . She has the most serene face. The perfect eyes. Luscious full lips. Now let\'s look at her body. She\'s about five feet eight inches tall. She\'s a bit on the slim side. But she has big round voluptuous breasts. my God, just thinking of them gets me hard. She has endless legs. And that ass. My God that ass is heavenly . That being said,let\'s begin.. My summer vacation had just started. And I was absolutely exhausted because my puc exams had just finished. And if youre from a middle class family then it\'s more hectic.but they were troubled of my past. But not my only troubles. For now I had to face the monster that was cet. My parents announced they were going out for the day. My mom said \"where will you be?\" I said I\'d go to Guccis house and study there. She agreed and I departed with them.Gucci s house was about five minutes from mine by car. My parents dropped me off and left. I quickly ascended the stairs and rung the doorbell. My aunt …
A match made in heaven part 2
I opened my eyes a few hours later and found myself looking into Todd's beautiful face, my very recent boyfriend. He looked so peaceful asleep like that, his blond hair tousled around his face. I got out of bed and left the room, heading to the kitchen. His parents had left a note on the table saying that they were at a wedding for the next two days, and reminding him to be good. That explained why Todd invited me to stay at his house in the first place. I had been confused why we had the place to ourselves. I whipped up a quick omelette for both of us and, as if on cue, Todd stumbled into the room. Even with bed-head, his flowing blond hair looked amazing. Honestly, it’s like he doesn’t even try to look good but just does, lucky bastard. “Morning, did you sleep well?” I asked. “Morning, Sev. Oh yes, I slept better than I have my whole life; that was intense.” “I'm glad you enjoyed it,” I said with a devilish smile. “Enjoyed it? Are you kidding? That was my first blow job and no matter how much I imagined that it would be amazing, it couldn’t even come close to what I was feeling for real,” he replied. We finished our breakfast and cleaned up the dishes. The day rolled on uneventfully for a few hours as we just watched TV and talked about everything under the sun, cuddling next to each other. As we grew bored, I had an idea. “Hey! Let’s go ice skating! I haven’t done that in ages.” “Sure, I haven't done that myself for a long time.” So, it was decided and Todd, being the one …
First Time With Grandma
Tom turned to do another length of the lawn with the mower. He had been at it for over an hour and was barely half way through. However he needed the cash and mowing his grandma's grass would help tremendously. She had always been very generous with her money especially to her only grandson and he hoped that he would get enough to buy that new game for his X Box plus a little bit more. Just as he reached the house he saw his grandma waving from the kitchen window, she then held up a can of coke indicating that he should stop for a drink. Tom stopped the mower and sauntered into the house. Grandma Rose was his Mom's Mom, a widower of 70 and had lived in this big house since her marriage 40 years earlier. Tom thought it was daft to have such a big house to maintain, but even though his Mom & Dad begged her to sell up and move somewhere smaller, she was determined to stay. It did, though, give Tom the opportunity to help out and earn cash, so he wasn't complaining. He was just 14 and had recently started going out with his first proper girlfriend, Claire. He was hoping to impress her by taking her out for a nice meal this weekend and if things went to plan, maybe, just maybe he would lose his virginity. His parents were off on a Golf weekend and the house would be all his. Claire had already succumbed to his teenage fumbling and last Saturday night at the cinema he'd had a nice feel of her small pert breasts during a snogging session. Hopefully Claire would be up for more when …
a nice dinner
She works out of town every so often and once in a while when her husband runs out of vacation she will ask me to visit her. It was cold,cold and the roads were soon to ice over but I went like a dumbass would. Knowing damn well she's not going to let me fuck her because we have become so close of friends, still I hold hope. If not, she is sure to walk out in her underwear or change in front of me…asking that I close my eyes. Which I do as far as she knows! Haha. After footing a 140$ food bill at a nice place,I drove her bavk to her hotel. She asked if I booked a room. I usually dont stay in the same place in case of her man coming unexpectedly. I told her I hadn't and planned to drive back that night. Only about a two hour drive. She told me to come on up to her room. She was going to shower and I could take a nap before leaving. I heard her run the eater but I couldnt fall asl**p. I acted as I was when she came out of the bathroom,pretending to snore. She called my name. I could hear her walking close to me. Again she spoke my name. I had put on my raybans so she couldnt sre my eyes. She opened her towel to reveal her shaved pussy,although there a bit of two day growth and her still perky, brown nipples at 41! She coyly laughed as she put her towel bavk on. My cock got heavey and ouffy. I was still in some kahkis and I was hoping not to draw attention of popping a tent to what I had just saw. Then her phone rang…I stopped my snoring, already getting a sore throat …
The Game
Being the Operations Manager for a large Mail-order Catalogue can be stressful and can sometimes have some ridiculous hours which keeps me away from home quite a bit. I’m sure I spend more time in the warehouse than I do with my wife and kids. Every year I have to hire a large amount of casual workers to get through the Christmas season and for the most part I pay no attention to any of the grunts I have to hire past the interview stage. Last year was a little different. As I was plowing through the two days of endless interviews, one person caught my eye and her name was Lori. I had my head down in a mountain of paperwork when she walked in and I caught the scent of some pretty intoxicating perfume that made me take notice right away. “Lori Shandler?” I asked. “My name is Jack Roth.” I stood and shook hands with a six foot goddess with long curly blonde hair and a stunning figure. She was dressed pretty formal considering the job she was applying for but you could tell that there was a spectacular body trapped in that pantsuit. I explained to her that it was pretty much a labour driven job and I couldn’t understand why she was applying with the qualifications she had. Then I noticed she hadn’t worked at all in the last five years. Lori had explained that her husband had lost his job and she was desperate to get some work to help pay the bills until he could get another job. I told her I would hire her for a guaranteed five months and would re-access after that. For the …
Held captive at the Border
My work as a Journalist took me to Upper and Lower Slobovia and as everyone knows it is not wise for a single young western woman to enter Lower Slobovia. It is well documented that the men of Lower Slobovia are a horny bunch and always on the hunt for a pretty young girl. I of course figured that as a Journalist I would be safe, they would not dare do anything to me because I was too important, or so I thought. Was I naive, yes, was I dumb, no, was I asking for it, some would say yes. It all started the day I arrived at the Border crossing into Lower Slobovia. I was driving a rental car with no air conditioning and it was unusually hot so I was wearing a revealing short summer dress to try and stay cool but it caught the attention of one of the Border Guards. I was instructed to park the car and come into the station to check my Passport and Visa. I didn't think there would be any issue but then I saw two more guards bringing in all my belongings and briefcase then started to go through it all. Some words were exchanged between them which I did not understand and the next thing I knew I was being e****ted down a hall to a detention room. I was left in there for some time until the three guards who had gone through my luggage came in and in broken English began accusing me of breaking all kinds of import laws. They were saying things to really scare me and I began to cry, at that point a senior official came in and told the others to leave. This man introduced himself as …
FUCK YES JASON!
Jason and Emily May 20 2014 Jason was the typical stereotype "geek" in high school but I found him beautiful. he had crystal blue eyes, long curly shoulder length jet black hair,weighed in around 195-210 and was 6'3. In my eyes he was beautiful The one day during science our teacher gave us an assignment. Normally our assignments are in school but this time it was an out of school project. I picked Jason to be my partner and we deicded to meet after school by the front doors to go to his house to work on the project. Three o'clock rolls by and the bell rings I head down the stairs of my high school and start walking towards the main the door. Where I see Jason waiting for me he was wearing a white and pink stripe Polo Tshirt, tan color skinny jeans and black convers. As I walked towards him I couldn't help but realize that I was stairing right at his dick. His pants were so tight that his penis just bulged out and I just couldn't help but look. "Emily are you ready to go?" Jason said looking down at me smiling "Umm sure, yeah let's go" turning red because there is no way he didn't notice me staring at his dick. I walked in front of him on the way to his house so he could get a perfect view of my jiggling ass. I was 5'1 weighing around 125-130, long dark brown hair shoulder blade length With perky 38 C cup tits, that I just loved showing off. It was about a five minute walk to Jason's house as we were coming up the drive way Jason says "my parents aren't going to be home …
Athenas
Maria told me, “Athena’s going to be around for a few weeks, she asked if she could borrow you on Saturday, she likes your flexible attitude. I said she could.” That wasn’t unusual in itself, Maria usually made our arrangements for sex or whatever and I was usually happy to go along with it. She was really very good at making such arrangements, it wasn’t unusual to be ‘leant’ to a passing visitor of the right persuasion. However, “Don’t I get a say in this, she’s a bit pushy.” There goes my British habit of understatement. Athena was a bit pushy in the same way Genghis Khan was a bit bloodthirsty. If I were being poetic I might speculate that she was actually an avatar of Pallas Athena, the Greek goddess for whom she was named. She definitely had the strength and martial ability of of the goddess, I wasn’t so sure of the wisdom, and she definitely did’t get the virginal traits of the goddess. She was definitely one for the pleasures of the flesh. She liked to physically overpower her man and force (as if force were needed,) him to satisfy her lust. It made for exciting coupling, but there was something not quite right about this proposition. “No, you’re hers!” Maria put the final word on it, and I acquiesced. To think when I first met Maria, she wanted to be my slave, it took quite some persuading for her to agree to us being equal partners. I’m not sure I kept up my side of the bargain, I was more or less hers to do with as she pleased. This arrangement definitely pleased …
Derek & Miranda: A 4th Of July Taboo, Parts One & Two.
This is a quick two-part series in honor of Independence Day. So let me know what you think. Post some positive feedback below. Thanks… PART ONE… I was staying at my grandparents' summer home along the shores of Lake Superior In northern Wisconsin in the summer months while on summer break from college. Some of my relatives, including my parents, some of my aunts & uncles along with some of my cousins were all coming in for the 4th of July holiday weekend. So my grandmother came up with a suggestion, "Hey Derek, if you'd like, you could sleep out in the guest house with you're cousin Miranda." "Cool," I said. The reason I was quick to answer that suggestion is the fact the both Miranda and I always had that special bond like two close cousins, well maybe TOO close. You see, I've always had the hots for her, especially when she began to blossom growing up. You could say she's the sister I've never had, since all I had were just two older brothers and no sisters. Now, Miranda and I are only a year apart. Both her and I are now in our early twenties. Even though we're what you might call close platonic cousins, I still get a raging hard-on everytime I see her in her sexy bikini. Miranda's one smokin' hot sweetheart. She stands about 5', 6 ", weighs about 135 and is nicely tanned with 34C cup tits. In addition, she's very athletic. So early that afternoon, I put my stuff in the spare guest house, then I made up the queen-size bed for us to sleep in. When I got done, there …
Gloryhole Adventure
'This is the place,' I said as I swung our car into the car park. Julie squealed with excitement. Since our last few adventures, (fantasy photo shoots, beach, ladies night out) Julie had admitted just how much she loved to play with strangers cocks, teasing them with sensual stroking, licking, squeezing, rubbing, edging until they can't take anymore. And I loved to take photo's of her whilst she teased these cocks. She looked so sexy with a big thick cock in her slender delicate hands! So I had suggested we try a glory hole. She loved the idea! So with a bit of internet research I found one, about an hours drive away, at the back of a adult sex shop. Julie had dressed to impress, although as I kept reminding her, the guys wouldn't be able to see much of her. But she insisted on wearing a pleated mini skirt that came to mid thigh on her long shapely legs, with a small white lacy thong underneath. she also wore a semi transparent purple blouse, with the top few buttons undone. She had decided to go braless, her pert 34B breasts lightly jiggling under the blouse, her dark pink areola just visible against her pale milky skin. We got out the car, the cool evening air having an immediate and noticeable effect on her nipples, and headed for the shop. We had some fun browsing through the shop, Julie eyeing up a monster thick black dildo, jesting with me that although I allowed her to play and tease with strangers, the one rule was NO PENETRATION. But could she use this 12 inch …
Rural Boys
As late spring began to settle in, life was good. At age 38 I had finally managed to get all my ducks sufficiently lined up to a point where I was able to earn a better than decent living in my chosen field of publishing by working from my home, primarily proof reading and editing newly authored works that were pending publication and release by my employer. I had always been an avid reader so this gig fit me to a tee, and the added bonus of not having to run the daily grind of reporting to an office building somewhere was the proverbial frosting on the cake. I truly loved the independence of working at home and at my own pace, the only real requirement imposed upon me being the satisfactory and timely completion of a predetermined amount of editing each month. While my professional life was pretty much perfect, the same sadly could not be said of my personal life, although to the casual observer I suppose even that side of my life would look fairly idyllic as well. I indeed enjoyed a pleasant and active enough social life, with a number of diverse friends and beer buds, and even the occasional fuck-buddy. While all this was pleasant enough, what was sorely lacking to make it as perfect as the professional side of my life was my continuing and unfulfilled lust for young teen boys, sexually speaking. In my own teen years I had happily discovered the joys of sexual encounters with some willing peers of the time, and while it was true enough that as I matured I had also …
Easter in Lochwinnoch
Easter in Lochwinnoch The BMW turned onto the 737 and headed southwest towards the sunset. Aaron turned up the heat in the seats and his passenger burrowed into his shoulder. They were heading to Lochwinnoch to spend the Easter long weekend at his cottage just off the golf course. The cottage had been in the f****y for over 200 years. When the golf course had been constructed the crofter’s cottage, which overlooked the 15th fairway, had been left in tact. It was part of the agreement between Aaron’s uncle and the developer. When his uncle died, Aaron had inherited the cottage, along with a lifetime membership to the golf club. There were only two problems; the cottage was derelict and Aaron did not play golf. Over the next few years, Aaron had fixed up the cottage. While the golf club would not allow him to connect electricity, but he had worked out an agreement with Ian Robertson, the head groundskeeper, to connect the cottage to the course water system. In return, Ian’s son was allowed to utilize the green’s privileges of the little-used golf membership. Aaron loved the cottage. Originally, it had been composed of just two rooms and an attached livestock shed. Aaron had closed in and partitioned the shed. The smaller portion remained as an exterior storage shed, which housed the batteries and generator that provided the electrical power. The larger portion of the shed had been converted into a bathroom. Access was provided through a doorway he had cut through the thick …
Making The Sale
Well this one is kind of a long one so guys grab you a beer and a bowl of popcorn or ladies, grab you a glass and a bottle of wine and some cheese and I hope you all enjoy! Let me start by reminding everyone that all my stories are true life experiences of my swinging lifestyle and my open marriage! Some of the names have been changed but all the experiences and encounters really happened and conversations are word for word. A note about cock size. Personally my pleasurable comfort size for a guy inside of me is six to eight inches and I do prefer them thick. My husband is nine inches and I don't usually take all of him! I have had bigger though, once in college with an African American guy that was twelve inches… I couldn't come anywhere near taking all of him and I did let him try a couple of times that night. My husband has a good friend that has eleven inches. He has fucked me well over thirty times and I still have not been able to take all of him. The only way I cum with him is if I hold my vibrator on my clit while he fucks me. I have explained it to him and he is Okay with it… he just enjoys fucking me! To be very honest… I have had more orgasms with guys that have a six inch cocks than I have had with my friend with the eleven inch cock that has fucked me over thirty times. Remember… it's not the size that counts, it's how you use it! Some of you may already know I am a commercial real estate sales representative for a national company. I deal mostly in …
Im Sorry
"Kris…" The attempt to get the usher's attention went unnoticed as he quickly collected the discarded church programs and fans left strewn about in the pews. Dan noted Kris' bright blue afro and the small dark blue beads of sweat beginning to form on the back of his neck. The tight yet form-fitting suit he wore looked to be fighting back as he tried to hustle to get to the next row of benches to tidy up. Dan wore a desperate look as he tried to will himself to call the usher's name again. The fact that he would even look this guy's way felt awkward since they had been declared rivals so many years ago. Kris always managed to outshine him when they were both in the youth ministry. He stood there and thought about the times he had talked about him, spread rumors and even betrayed Kris when "it" happened. You're probably wondering what "it" is. Well, before "it" happened, they were undercover friends. In person they would never talk but they would always send text messages back and forth. Everything was golden up until Kris' 8th grade year (and Dan's freshman year of high school). Dan sent Kris a nude picture of himself, begging to be blown. Kris happily obliged and they arranged to meet up after bible study one idle Wednesday night. Long story shortened down, Dan freaked out and beat the breaks off of Kris. The beating, along with the internal battle of trying to figure out what he was, were two of the main things that drove him to begin cutting himself. But that’s a …
The Majestic
Chapter One The sign on his desk read "Newton Simpson, Manager." Betsy Morrison's dark brown eyes left the sign and went back to the handsome man behind the desk. The dark, slender young girl felt a trembling tension in her tummy. This was the first time she'd ever tried to apply for a real job, no wonder she was excited. Newton Simpson looked up from the application that Betsy had just filled out. He was handsome, a little plump, and too well fed. But his black hair was full and neatly combed and he wore a loud but expensive sports coat. In short, he looked just like what he was, a successful manager of a large motion picture theater. "It says here that you're sixteen, is that right, Betsy?" The little girl tried to smile and look casual under the man's knowing stare. "Yes . . . sixteen," Betsy lied. Mr. Simpson nodded and raised one eyebrow. Betsy could see that he knew she wasn't telling the truth but the twinkle in his eye told her that he wasn't going to press the issue. "You understand that your work here would keep you out late? Does your family know that you wouldn't be getting home until after midnight?" A flicker of a frown crossed the pretty little girl's face before she nodded. "There's just my mother and she says that it will be all right, at least during the summer," Betsy said in a low voice. The pretty girl thought of her mother. Poor Julia, it was terrible for her, widowed only a few months and finding that the money from daddy's insurance didn't stretch as …
Colleen by Candlelight
Lying there on soft sheets, her beautiful body slowly writhes in pleasure as her delicate hands glide sensually over smooth curves. The light of many candles flickers nearby, dancing over her sexy body like a lover’s careful touch, as if this light exists for her alone. She is absorbed in the rapture of her fantasy and the ecstasy of her hands, unaware of my presence and my hungry, lustful gaze. I know it’s wrong, I’m violating her; but I cannot turn my eyes away from this goddess of light and ecstasy. But no, I see the subtle smile at the corners of her lips and the almost imperceptible reflection of candlelight her blue eyes. She knows. She likes me watching… My greedy eyes follow her hands as they caress and knead and explore all of the warm and soft places that bring her pleasure. One hand deftly slides over the gentle swell of her breasts, as her practiced fingers stroke and gingerly pinch her excited nipples; while her right hand glides lower, down over her taut belly, toward the well-groomed bliss that waits between her smooth, silky legs. Occasionally a quiet, sensual moan escapes her lips; a gasp, a contented sigh, and each time my already eager manhood grows a bit harder, a bit thicker, as if to match the level of her desire. She pretends not to hear me as I move closer to her bedside, and not to feel the shifting weight when I sit beside her. With both hands now eagerly stroking and massaging between her thighs her extended arms push her breasts together, …
Trucker Chapter 7: Date Night
Gina, Walter, and Artie watched through the window as Jessie greeted a large black man on the front porch steps. He had just crawled out of a red semi parked in front of the house and upon meeting Jessie at the steps, presented her with a bouquet of roses. All the voyeurs sighed in unison as Jessie’s naked buttocks peaked out from under her short night shirt when she reached up to hug the man. Gina softly spoke, “That is so sweet, what a good friend he must be.” “Well I can see he knows how to treat a lady,” Artie chimed in. Both Gina and Walter glanced quickly at Artie for they knew he was gay. “I would want to be treated that way!” Artie defended himself. Walter agreed, “The flowers are a nice touch.” “Who would have thought a trucker could be such a gentleman?” added Artie. Gina agreed. She thought it was about time her best friend had a nice surprise. She had orchestrated this whole event for her. Jessie had been crushed when her husband could not be with her on their wedding anniversary. Mark, Jessie’s husband, was on a long haul and due to some unfortunate circumstances, was going to miss the special occasion that Jessie had planned for them. Instead of canceling everything, Mark told his wife to take a friend in his place. At first she refused, but at Gina’s insistence, Jessie hesitantly agreed. This led to the makeover party that included Gina’s husband, Walter, and his friend Artie. Jessie led Badger inside and introductions were made. “Excuse the mess Badge, it has …
A Good Man (2)
A Good Man (2) —————————————————————————————————- Tom stood frozen in shock running his hand through his salt and pepper hair, he tried to think of a way out of this."Frilly, you mean to tell me I've made an enemy of the council?" Tom asked still a little shaken by this turn of events. "Well," Frilly started, "I wouldn't say you made an enemy but you've certainly gotten their attention." Shit Tom thought, just what I need, bad enough I've got the a bunch of power hungry bastards after me but now I have seemed to have alienated the good guys too. "Is there any way I can meet with just one of them, on my terms? Tom asked "I can try to arrange a meeting, but I can't guarantee their reception," looking back at Tom she slightly smirked, "or their reaction, after the other day they won't be caught off guard like last time. Though, from what I was feeling they would have still been hard pressed to escape what you did." "You know," Tom started, "you can really be a smart ass at times." smiling Frilly disappeared with a slight giggle. About an hour later Tom was sitting in his recliner still trying to calm down when he heard Frilly in his head. <Sir?> Making Tom jump up in a defensive position, <I apologise sir I forgot you weren't use to thought talk yet> <What have found out?> Tom asked <They have agreed to almost any condition you set but they won't come alone, Malamon is still out there and they are no match for …
Me And The Moon
Soon so soon… And it bothers me that on the moon there Are only TWO colours, Bright and Black… And it Makes me swoon How bored the girl must be And how a simple sigh Feels like a heart attack… But lookin' back… On a snow-white wall on a waterfall on a night that's painted BLUE… I remember a Full Moon… And I remember YOU… A Pretty face a kind of grace you really couldn't drive It is no wonder we did not survive… But your face, that grace, that smile that style that Really was sublime and I wish that we had gone that extra mile… But lookin' back… On a snow-white wall on a waterfall on a night that's painted BLUE… I remember a Full Moon… And I remember YOU… Your face your grace your smile your lips Your skirt your flirt your fingertips Your shine was mine and oh My smile was yours… And lookin' back… On a snow-white wall on a waterfall on a night that's painted BLUE… I remember a Full Moon… And I remember YOU… Me and the Moon are lighting stars Me and the Moon are shining Me and the Moon are Wondering where you are… But lookin' back… On a snow-white wall on a waterfall on a night that's painted BLUE… I remember a Full Moon… And I remember YOU… I remember you… I REMEMBER you…
Cum drenched Mom in the middle – BBBBTS
Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories….BBBBTS I woke around 1pm. It was the first day of my summer vacation. My parents had left early in the morning. They left some money on the kitchen table, the night before.. They were leaving for three weeks. I could not get time off from my part time job. I worked about 4hrs every Sunday at a gas station. I told them I might pick up more hours now that school was done. My parents were happy. I only took the part time job, so I would not have to go to church with them on Sunday’s. They were kind of religious. They forbid me to do just about everything. They would be mad if they knew I lost my virginity last year to my Mom’s best friend or I was banging a few older ladies in the neighborhood. I even drank when I could get my hands on some alcohol. I walked upstairs in my underwear to see if they left me a note on the fridge. I just shook my head when I read the note. My parents had met a couple at church. The Whiteman’s f****y. They had volunteered me to come over to there place tonight. They had a son my age and he had very few friends. They asked if I could come over to play video games with him. My parents were more than to happy to say I would be delighted to come over. While growing up, my parents loved to set me up on play dates. It had been a few years since the last one. I laid around the house till 6pm. I took a quick shower and shaved a few small hairs on my body. I looked in the mirror. My athletic 6ft 4 frame was in pretty …
A favour for Misty 2
A favour for Misty 2 Come Saturday, at six there was I bathed and smelling of roses like some eastern potentate, it had been a long week, I had endured her indoors giving it all the “all the moral sapping stuff like, her little knowing smiles while talking to another neighbour had made me feel uncomfortable, but her calling me super stud in front of my workmates, (though I will say she didn’t elaborate) was enough to make me squirm but it was her comments in private, like; “you do realise misty is used to a bigger cock than yours”, and “will you be man enough for her”. and then the subtle comment that “she`s into pain, do you think you will cope with her” were comments, that really did get through to me and had somewhat sapped at my moral. However I was not going to chicken out now, I wouldn`t give her the satisfaction She was enjoying my discomfort enormously; it had all started when I had suggested that to spice up our dwindling sex life we should try her sharing with a third party and unbeknown to me she had turned the tables! Misty, the lady herself had kept a low profile all week; I wondered was she embarrassed, tactful or just shy? I knew not but as seven approached butterfly`s fluttered round in my stomach as I kissed my wife and strode as manfully as I could muster, out of the house. The front door of my neighbour`s home opened at the first knock, nothing was said as she beckoned me in, leading me into her warm living room and pointing at an armchair. Tongue tied …