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Cleaned out (23 August 2008)

Something was wrong.
She looked at what she was doing. She had a glass in her hand. She was sitting in a secluded booth and she was talking to a man from Bloy named Miller. Bloy's people had recently extended some feelers in her direction, and they were now engaged in the usual ritual dance that occured in these circumstances. She had liked what was on the table, and been seriously considering taking the offered position, but now...
She got up and she walked away, absently discarding her crumbling glass as she did so.
This was the correct thing to do, but she knew that something was still wrong.
She looked at where she was. She was in a dimly-lit building with lots of corridors and hidden angles. She wound her way to the front door, and yanked it open.
There was a momentary flash of sunlight, and then she was in a room which was deep underground, evidently hacked out of the very bedrock. The battered wooden door she had stepped through slammed itself shut behind her. It was cool and damp here, with enormous ugly shapes carved deep into walls, and thick masses of purple- blooming plants growing everywhere. Water trickled soothingly from pool to pool. Sweet incense and flower pollen filled the air, making her head spin. This was pure. This was perfect.
But something was still wrong.
She looked at her hair, rolling up her eyes. It was pulled back in a tight bun, skewered in place with numerous pins. She yanked the dark-reddish mass free, let it spill around her shoulders, down her back. The pins went spinning away in a collection of tinkles. This was good.
And something was still wrong.
She looked down at what she was wearing. A business jacket, a skirt, black pumps. Various bits of jewelry. She took off the jewelry, the slender gold watch, one careful piece at a time and tossed them in one of the pools, one specific pool ringed with sculptures, tiny half-melted metal mannikins all waving their hands in the air. She was a very good shot. Plop plop plop. She kicked off her shoes, into the same pool. She tore at her remaining clothes. Rip rend and shred. In the end, she had left herself barefoot, wearing only a collection of rags which both clung to her curves and shifted loosely around her as she moved. It was perfect.

SIDESHOW (21 August 2008)

The clouds were gray and low, and the late afternoon rain battered sketchily against the etched windows. Beyond the windows, beyond the overgrown garden and the shifting trees, the cemetery was dark and still, awaiting the arrival of night. An abandoned tent-awning from a funeral flapped in the breeze.
Inside the windows, the tall clock forever ticked, and the piled logs never grew smaller in the wide fireplace.
Nevertheless, things changed. The room’s door opened and Lorelei appeared in a single golden flicker, silent and bright-eyed, placing one careful foot in front of the other amidst the tangle of sleeping vipers on the carpet. The door swung shut behind her, and she reached into the feathers of her chest. When her hand re-emerged it was holding a black object which, like the giant cage which loomed beside the door, seemed to somehow swallow the light from the fire.
It was a long iron key, on the end of a silver chain which looped around her neck.
She turned to the cage and she slipped the key into the structure’s waiting lock, which gaped like a hungry mouth. The cage door creaked open with a theatrical squeal.
Lorelei entered the cage and for a second time a door swung shut behind her, its lock clicking loudly. The key disappeared back into her feathers, a conjuring trick performed by a magician. She carefully smoothed the feathers back into place with the palm of her hand.
The swing inside the cage was waiting for her, and she delicately hipped her way into position on the hard iron bar. She wafted gently back and forth for a time, studying the polished wooden beams of the ceiling, before she finally spoke, musing. Her voice was a glittering collection of things, beautiful and polished but very sharp.

IN AN OCTOPUS'S GARDEN (19 August 2008)

Miko woke up, and she felt her eyelids flip open. It was a moment before her vision came fully into focus, finally showing her the familiar view of the ceiling.
Things hadn’t gotten any better; if anything, they were worse.
It, whatever it was, had been slowly building for several days now, filling the air with that same stuffy heaviness that comes just before a terrible thunderstorm. Something was going to happen, and happen soon. The Clanfather had been out of the house even more than usual, doing whatever it was he did beyond the fence every day, and there had been much coming and going of others.
At least, this appeared to be the case from her rather limited vantage point.
She rose, absently pushed her long black hair out of the way and she knelt down again on the spotlessly polished wooden floor, her knees together, her back straight. A long centering breath. Then she slowly and meticulously rolled up her sleeping mat, pulling the strings and the knots very tight and pushing the resulting bundle up against the white plaster of the wall, a firm shove, using both hands. She studied her work for a moment, her hands resting on her thighs. The symbols stitched into the mat lay now in a neat row, rather resembling a row of blocks in a printing press, waiting to be inked. Everything square and properly aligned. Behind her, on two other sides of their quarters, B’Linda and Daisy were up and awake as well, making their own beds. It was clear that they felt it as well, the nameless taste in the air, for they were very silent, with none of the giggling and jokes that usually were tossed back and forth in the morning. They couldn’t be as neat as Miko in the end, but they tried, with sheets and blankets pulled and tucked very tight. Even the most psychotic and twitching of drill instructors would have been pleased.

MUSIC OF THE SPHERES (17 August 2008)

The car gave a sudden sputtering lurch, jerking Cina out of her fuming reverie. She forced herself to straighten up, shifting under the pull of the seat belt.
Now what?
As if in answer to her silent question, the vehicle gave one more gasp and died completely. The radio died, Johnny Reardon’s DJ patter turning into a squawk then dying altogether. The car rolled to a stop by the curb and silence descended.
She tried cranking the engine several times. Kachunk kachunk kachunk. Nothing.
She sat for a moment, still holding the steering wheel in a tight but cool grip.
Of course. The freaking perfect ending to a freaking perfect day.
She unclipped the seat belt, got of the car and slammed the door behind her.
She was surrounded by warehouses, all silent and dark and motionless. In the slanted red light of the setting sun, she could just read the weathered sign on the side of the nearest:
PLYMPTON ART SUPPLIES
232 E Ball Street.

THE MORE THINGS CHANGE (15 August 2008)

Life is change.
B’Linda Montgomery knew the truth of this better than just about anyone. At first blush, it might have looked ironic that the woman who’d taught B’Linda this was her grandmother. Grandmother. Who had been born in the same small house as her mother and grandmother. Who, except for a single weekend honeymoon up to the state capital, never once set foot over the county line in all her 87 years.
But back behind that small house, Grandmother kept her garden, kept it right up until that day she was found in bed, having passed over in her sleep. Grandmother kept her garden, and she kept it well, and a gardener she learns that things come and things go. The days get long and short, there are dry spells and there is rain, plants sprout, plants die and new plants sprout to take their place. B’Linda had learned all of these things, and a whole lot more, following the tiny old woman up and down the rows of vegetables and flowers, watching her work the soil with hands like a set of roots, deep brown and all twisted up, but still strong and forceful, moving the dirt aside, seeking the heart of things. For as long as she could remember, (and unlike some of the other girls, B’Linda still remembered things like most folks did...) she knew she was going to be a gardener. She might well have ended up living in that small house herself, but Daddy was an army man, in for the long haul, and so after Grandmother’s death Mother and the children set out with him, selling the family home and leaving it behind for good. They traveled far and wide in the following years, but in the end, they were Up North and Out West, about as far in both directions as you can go from where they started. Daddy finished out his career at Fort Yanderman, then retired with his arm full of stripes, a lot of hard memories and a firm desire that none of his children follow in his footsteps.
Which suited B’Linda just fine. She went to the U, got her degree in Horticulture, and after a few more years of shoveling twenty-three kinds of crap, she was able to open B’Linda’s Botanicals. She then suffered through the usual hassles and humiliations that come with being a black businesswoman, but in the end she gained a good reputation, and once again, there were changes. She met William and they had started Making Plans. The customers, the white customers, they started to come in greater and greater numbers.
And through it all, B’Linda carried two gifts from her grandmother. The bonsai tree and in her heart, a piece of Grandmother’s garden.

A PIECE OF WORK (13 August 2008)

“You can take off the blindfold now, Mr. Gould.”
Vince hesitated a moment before complying, but then forced his hands to performing the action, reaching around behind his head and pulling at the waiting knot, which crumbled away. The material of the blindfold seemed to slither around between his fingers, and he tossed it away with a shudder. He blinked as light hit his eyes. Yellowish. Artificial.
The world came into focus. He was sitting in a straight-backed wooden chair, in the middle of a large space. How large, he couldn’t be sure; the aforementioned lights hung from long cords in a cluster at the center of the room, and the edges of everything faded away into gloomy darkness.
He shifted his gaze. Sitting nearby was the large rectangular wooden crate into which he had packed his supplies, looking pretty much the same as when he had last seen it before being whisked away in the long black car. He pushed on, in the direction from which the voice had come and found its source. An unfamiliar woman, standing and watching him with her hands crossed in front of her waist. Attractive, fairly tall, dark-red hair pulled up into a tight professional bun. Oddly, the very first thought that popped into Vince’s head upon seeing her was ‘Her clothes don’t fit.’ It was odd because it wasn’t true: she was wearing a sharply-creased business jacket and slacks that suited her well and clearly had been custom-tailored. (Spending time with Clarice had taught him a little about clothes.) But still..

Weekend Retreat (11 August 2008)

My husband Bill and I had been swingers for about 4 years when we came across a couple who hosted their own 'adult weekend retreats.' We had met them in a swingers group on the internet. We talked online and exchanged emails for about 3 weeks before we decided to visit them. The normal folks we met swinging were only into soft swing and never anything adventurous such as S&M and Bondage. This was a big interest of ours and we wanted to experience it further with others. When we met Rob and Kim online, they seemed to be into the same rough sex, and slave humiliation and torture as we had fantasized about, only they actually pursued and acted on it.

Bill and I decided to try out this retreat and left early one Saturday morning. It was a 2 hour drive to Rob and Kim's. We found the address and were quite shocked at what we were going into. We pulled up to an iron gate that had a video camera and had to push a button to have the gate opened. We drove up a beautiful gravel road, which winded up to the house. This house was huge just like a mansion and surrounded by beautiful landscaping, being maintained by a gardener that had we passed up the drive. We stopped the car out front of the main entry and were greeted by a man and woman. The man was about 6'1 large frame and trim with graying dark hair. The woman was about 5'7 with long black hair and olive skin, she looked of Mediterranean descent.

We introduced ourselves as Bill and Cathy and they hugged us hello. They invited us into the house and we followed them straight through to a back patio, where there was a full brunch being set on the garden table by an older woman in a servants uniform. We sat down and talked with them about our trip and sipped some drinks. It was nice to finally see them in person after all the talking that we had done online. We understood this to be a trip to fulfill our fantasies for the weekend. Since Rob and Kim were very well off financially, they had plenty of room to host and support their fantasy interests. Rob and Kim were both dominant masocists as was Bill; I was the submissive one who likes to be treated roughly and told what to do. I had also just recently confessed to my husband and then to Rob and Kim my interest in sexual humiliation. So I was a bit nervous as what to expect for the weekend, but we were assured by Kim and Rob to put our fantasies in their hands.

Testing My Possession (09 August 2008)

Well I can't believe that it's been almost a year and a half that my beautiful submissive has been serving me. She is everything and more a Master could want. Not only is she a gorgeous thin blonde with and incredible ass, but she is absolutely energetic in her obedience.

When we meet for play, she is wearing the sexiest little panty and bra sets which highlight her ass and breasts. Linda immediate kneels and tells me how much she missed me and she liberates by cock. I will let her suck me for a while as she removes my clothes. Other than my shirt, she is usually able to get them all off without taking her warm wet mouth off my cock. When we started this relationship, she sucked cock very well and had me close to coming once after a few minutes (not and easy task) where we were interrupted. With only slight instructions she is now the best cocksucker I could imagine! Her mouth sucks strong, her hands is wet and constantly stroking my shaft and the other hand is forcefully applying pressure to the area just behind my balls.

It is as this point, i will take out our collar and she asks me to put it on. As she folds my clothes the way she has been instructed, I will tell her what to do while I shower. This usually includes setting out the instruments and toys I plan to use and what position she should be in when I return. Initially I gave her three positions to remember and assume the second I tell her;

Position 1: On her knees, toes pointed back, sitting on her feet, knees far apart, hands palm up and resting on her thighs, sitting up straight, head down. If she has her panties off she is to spread her pussy lips apart.

Spying On My Neighbor (07 August 2008)

Spying On My Slut Neighbor

Quite by accident I found myself in an interesting situation. A friend and I were working on a short film for our film class. It was supposed to be a spoof on the whole Dr. Frankenstein thing. My house had this tower with windows on all sides. I guess it was kind of a star gazing room or what ever. We decided it would make a perfect place for our "Lab". We gathered items and to make our lab and waited for a stormy night. We did not have to wait long.

A huge lightning storm came through our town the next week and we were ready. We had all kinds of household chemicals in beakers and fake "Lab" items to make it all the more realistic. We were in the middle of a scene when I felt this strange tingling, and then I hear this huge explosion. The next thing I know my friend is shaking me and screaming my name. Come to find out the tower was struck by lightning while he was filming me. My friend was standing on the stairs and got thrown done the rest of the flight to the level below, but I was knocked out and across the small tower room breaking the table with our fake lab equipment on it. We both got checked out at the hospital and we were both fine. He went home with his parents who met us at the hospital, and I went home for bed.

I awoke the next morning with the worst headache I've ever had. I was getting ready for the day in the bathroom and was shaving in the mirror. On of the hairs or something must have tickled my nose because I had to sneeze, so I turned away from the mirror. I sneezed and turned back toward the mirror, freezing in my tracks. There was nothing in the mirror, just the wall behind me. Confused, I stepped backwards until the pajama pants I was wearing came into view walking on their own. I rubbed my eyes and then ran to the full-length mirror in my room where sure enough, the only thing in the reflection was my pajama pants. I was invisible!

New Lady (05 August 2008)

Jeremy and Steve sat at a bar late one evening. Steve's bachelor party was to be the following day. Jeremy was in the midst of a divorce. The two old friends sat sipping vodka and red bull. It was a Tuesday and the place was fairly empty. The bartender was busy flirting with the waitress at the other end of the bar.

"You'll be fine," Steve said.

"I dunno," Jeremy uttered, "it's been so long."

"Yeah, but you always meet beautiful women. Tina is gorgeous and Tracey was very pretty...who was that one you had with you last week?"

"Oh, yeah, she's sweet isn't she? I could really fall for her."

"You fall for all of them that's how you got yourself in this mess to begin with."

"Tracey was so hot though...uh! Why'd you bring them up now? Tina is getting ugly about child support. I can't discuss it - hey I lined up 4 strippers for tomorrow - one of each."

"One of each?"

"Black, White, Latin, Asian."

"3 for you one for me?"

"You really should try other varieties before you hunker down for eternity."

They laughed heartily.

Y.C. Vacation (03 August 2008)

Lucy and her husband Bruce were enjoying dinner at a fine restaurant in New York City. The 22yr. old couple drove up here from their home in rural Virginia. The blond 5'2" blue-eyed beauty was fascinated with the big city; it was a far cry from her farm in Va. The couple loved their farm but it was good to get away for a week. The farm provided ample income and they thought it would be a good time to get away, before they had any children. They both wanted kids but planned to wait about another year, they had been married only eight months.

Lucy noticed an exotic beauty standing at the bar. The woman stood out from the crowd, she was tall, over 6'.Her skin was dark and she had long black hair past her shoulders and half way down her back, her eyes sparkled and her 42DD breast pointed upward. Lucy was mesmerized by the captivating creature, as was everyone in the room.

Lucy excused herself and went to the ladies room; when she exited the stall, Lucy was startled to see the sensual beauty looking in the mirror and admiring herself. "Hi!" Lucy said, while washing her hands, after she dried them the woman placed her hands on the shoulders of the young blond and spun her around and kissed her full on the lips, whirling her tongue in the frightened young wife's mouth.

Lucy felt tingles down her spine, and she felt the dampness form in her panties. She was on fire and couldn't understand it. She had never been with a female before, not even another man, only her husband. The dominating dark-haired beauty squeezed Lucy's 34C cup breast and ushered the blond wife by the arm inside the end stall. With her other hand she slid her fingers up Lucy's leg and inside her panties.

Lunch Suprise (01 August 2008)

Another busy lunch crowd in Nancy's section today. She was working her ass off as usual, waiting tables and making sure her regulars were well taken care of. They always asked for her section, sometimes waiting even when there were open tables in other sections. She smiled in spite of her weariness. I am damn good, she said to herself.

Most of her usual customers were middle aged men from nearby office buildings. Most of them tried to flirt with her, and she was always cordial, but really wasn't interested. It wasn't that she didn't like men at all. She was just choosy, and there was little about these well-worn good-providers that compelled her to consider choosing them.

She did, however, like to spend a little extra time with the professional women, especially when they came in wearing designer outfits. She harbored a secret longing to wear things like that at her own job, a deep-seated need to feel as sexy at work as she was sure they did. She especially envied those who wore personally-tailored designer dresses, clingy and revealing without being trashy. Nancy imagined she would wear a lacy garter and stockings underneath such a dress for an added boost of sensuality.

Janice was one of the professional women in the restaurant today. She was always friendly to Nancy, but today she and her co-workers seemed to be in an extra good mood. Much younger than Nancy, Janice was a glamorously pretty blonde whose blue, tear-drop eyes and full lips were a warm invitation for any eye to drift down and take in her large breasts and long legs. She was wearing a navy blue designer dress today, very tight-fitting over her young curves, and shorter than might have been strictly professional. When she sat down, it slid up her shapely thighs. Nancy had already seen the top of her black stockings. She knew there was a garter belt there, and took a vicarious thrill from the demonstration of bold sexiness.

Fish and Cat Story (30 July 2008)

One spring day, a fish was swimming about a foot below the surface of a lake and saw a fly hovering just out of striking distance.
The fish said to itself, "If that fly comes six inches closer, I'll jump up and have myself a meal." Just then, a bear on the shore of the lake looked up and said to itself, " If that fly gets any closer to that fish, the fish will jump up, and I'll catch the fish and have myself a meal."

Cop Stories (27 July 2008)

Good: A policeman had a perfect spot to watch for speeders, but wasn't getting many. Then he discovered the problem-a 10-year old boy was standing up the road with a hand painted sign which read "RADAR TRAP AHEAD." The officer then found a young accomplice down the road with a sign reading "TIPS" and a bucket full of change.

A Gym Encounter (25 July 2008)

I racked my brain for a reason not to go exercise at the gym but couldn't think of a good one so packed my bag and drove the short distance to the gym. I'd heard they had a new manager who was really hot with the most amazing eyes so I thought I'd check him out!

It was surprisingly quiet, I paid the receptionist and was just about to go and get changed when I saw him. Hell those eyes were amazing! He looked at me direct in the eye and we held each others gaze for what seemed eternity. It was obvious to both of us that there was an immediate electrical attraction that we just couldn't ignore.

His eyes held my gaze and I struggled with the urge to fall at his knees, unleash his cock and taste him there and then. I could sense him undressing me with his mind and my imagination began to wander.

I walked towards him, and pushed him up against the wall, falling to my knees I quickly discarded the shorts he was wearing, leaving him naked and erect. I heard the gasps from the receptionist as she saw what was happening, I didn't stop. Holding his cock in one hand I started to run my tongue up its entire length like a lollipop, searching for the sensitive parts with my tongue, his reaction told me when I had found them. I massaged his balls with my tongue, letting them fall one by one into my mouth, he tried to push my head forward, but I wouldn't let him. One hand encasing his cock now, as my tongue continued to travel all over, this time when I got to the top I tilted my head and take him in my mouth, just the tip of his cock and held it between my lips as my tongue circled over, moving my head in a circular motion he moaned and grabbed my hair urging me deeper.

A Great View (23 July 2008)

My husband told me about this incident while he was more than a little drunk and didn't consider the consequences very well. Not that the consequences would have been very grave; all things considered I got very turned on by his revelation to me and I now use it, not without some dirtier additions, in my own "private time", mostly in the bathtub. For this purpose though I'll tell you the story as my husband told it to me without embellishing it with my own additions. Here goes...

We had a break in our daily monotony a few months ago with the visit from my husband's best friend from Virginia. On his visit to California he said that he would stay in a hotel, but we insisted that he stay with us since we have a well-furnished guest room we keep for just such occasions. He agreed and so he settled in.

The first day went by without anything to write home about, as did the second day. The third day however was Saturday, and Saturday is usually PARTY DAY! We decided to go out on the town, which we did by bar hopping until about 1:00 AM. We ended up taking a Taxi home because none of us could drive without being arrested. As soon as we got in the house, Chris (my husband's friend's name) excused himself saying he was so beat he just wanted to crash. We called him a party pooper but he just waved us off and went to his room. Hubby and I decided to watch some TV and sat on the sofa for a while.

Alcohol, I'm sure you all agree, makes people horny as hell, and after noticing all the ogling I had received from other guys the whole night, I was horny as hell. I had worn a red dress, about six inches above the knee in length, with a pair of black panties underneath. My breasts are average sized (not big, not small) so I don't have to wear a bra, which I didn't.

A Great Trip (21 July 2008)

This is a first attempt at a true story. Feedback is appreciated. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. This may well be a first in a series. This was our first time, but I have plenty of other times to write about if i get good feedback.

Another Army trip, but Jane was to accompany me. Normally, folks on a road trip are soon left staring glassy eyed at the road, or counting the cattle on the side of the highway. We used to be just like this until I read a great story years ago called “Instant Cash Giveaway”. In this story, the husband started offering his wife a challenge of flashing. “For $25 flash your breast at that trucker”. A great story.

Let me tell a little about ourselves. Jane is just over 6 feet with a dark complexion, long legs, brown hair, and pert small breast. I have never seen her wear a bra, and the tee shirts she wears are always vee neck. I have often seen all the way down her shirt while in public as she leaned over to look as something. On a logical level I’m sure she knew it happened, but she also seemed unaware of it at that time. As to myself, I am 6’ 2”, 210 lbs with brown hair and I am told “penetrating” blue eyes. I also have a wicked imagination when it comes to new things in the sex world.

The trip started innocently enough until I started to tease Jane about exhibiting herself. I knew if I cajoled her long enough, and with enough humor, she would end up doing it. “Honey, would you like for me to pay for your next trip to the Casino to play bingo? Just pull your shirt up when we pass this semi!” To my amazement, with no hesitation, she did it. We discussed it afterward and I came away with the understanding that she was an Exhibitionist at heart. She just never had the opportunity to indulge in it.

Several more times in the next 100 miles of road, I had her flash her breast at truckers and others in cars. I was in heaven. We stopped just outside of a Army Post in the Ozark Mountains and visited an adult store that I had seen there. We have a wide assortment of toys for her at home, but thought we would add to them. A few sex story magazines and a great little vibrating later, we were back on the road.

A Great Flash Or Sychronisity? (19 July 2008)

I agree with others on a previous thread. Flashing a person who isn't appreciative, is nowadays, very dangerous, especially the spectacular flashes. Now, with the advent of cells, digi camera's and routine surveillance cameras, capture, humiliation and loss of $ can be eminent.

That being said, I miss the old days, when I was a teen and in my 20-30s. I never did the overcoat thing but definitely was a bit of a flasher and went the route of the loose shorts in the summer and in the winter, knee length parka, no underwear and long zippered jeans. I mostly flashed working girls as I knew there'd be no backlash. Also, the college girls seemed more tolerant in those days and I was in the Boston area, so colleges and universities were abundant.

One winter night around midnight, I was sitting at a bench on the Boylston St side of the Boston Commons. I went out that night on a lark but had a disappointing night and was gonna pack it up and hit one of the Tenderloin strip joints, just to see a little girl flesh.

Anyway, it was cold so the jacket was zipped and I just stroked thru that clever hole I'd made inside the jacket pocket and hoped I'd get lucky. Just as I was going to leave the bench, I spotted a girl walking my way. I started to unzip my coat as she got to within 20 feet of me and to my surprise she looked over at me and said "Hey, how ya doing?" I didn't know what to think so I said 'hey" back and she came over and sat right next to me! I left the coat half unzipped and stuck my hands back in my pockets. I didn't think she knew what I was doing, oh so subtly under my coat.

She started to chat me up, about what a night she had and 'wow' wasn't it cold? She went on to say, she had partied and lost track of her ride. She said she lived at a dorm, about 50 miles South West of Boston at a girls college. Forget which one.

This girl was really nice to talk with, not gorgeous but very attractive nonetheless. I guess, talking with her took my mind off of my flashing her. I was enjoying the company and still had a hard-on hidden under my coat. To tell the truth, she was more girlfriend material and at that time, I didn't have a steady fuck , so I didn't want to shock her.

A Grand Slam (17 July 2008)

I went to watch the Wales versus Ireland rugby game on Saturday. I'm not a follower of rugby, but any excuse for a drink in the company of lots of men gets my vote! Unfortunately when I have had a few drinks I get a little cocky and think I know it all, which was obviously not the case at the weekend. With just having had St. Patrick's Day I was all for Ireland winning the game, and made a bet with a bunch of Welsh supporters that Ireland would win. I offered to bet £20 but they said if I was that sure I should make it £100. I guess the drink bolstered my confidence so I agreed, even though I didn't have that amount of money with me.

It all started so well, but it was soon obvious that I had made a bit of a mistake, and throughout the match the guys were getting full of themselves about taking my money. I phoned a few of my friends and asked them to come bail me out, but they had gone to Liverpool shopping and wouldn't be back in time. I decided there was only one thing for it, and that was to get drunk! I went to the bar to get another bottle of wine and thought about sneaking out, but one of the guys had followed me and escorted me back into the pool room that had the big screen.

It was only half time and I could already feel the effects of the first bottle of wine. Some of the guys were playing pool and I watched them for a while. They were both pretty useless, which gave me an idea. I would wait until after the match and offer to play them and make the bet double or quits.

Before long the game restarted and for a minute I hoped Ireland looked like getting back into it, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. I poured myself another glass and carried on with my original idea of getting drunk. Pretty soon the game ended with Wales emerging victorious and winning the Grand Slam. The guys were shouting and jumping around in celebration and I thought for a minute that they had forgotten about our bet, but no such luck.

"Come on then girl, pay up" one of them demanded.

"How would you like to make it double or quits," I asked.

A Grand Beginning (15 July 2008)

Krissy was watching football with her brother Jim and his two friends Bob and Carmen. The guys wanted to see more of the cheerleaders since the game was boring. 'Krissy, why don't you lead a cheer for us?' asked Bob.

'What do I get for it?'

'How mercenary!'

'You guys just want to ogle.'

'So' What's the harm?'

Krissy smiled. She knew she was attractive. 'What's in it for me?'

'Heck, Jim, this is just like the strip club. The girls always want paid up front.'

Jim laughed at Bob. 'Krissy's no dummy. But I know she'd like to borrow a car tomorrow night. Right, Krissy?'

'Hey, yeah, Bob. Let me borrow your car.'

Bob had a wonderful old Mustang and never let anyone borrow it. They all knew that.

Krissy asked, 'What'd like for say a four hour rental?'

'More than you'd be willing to pay.'

'Try me.'

A Good Start (13 July 2008)

I had decided on the way home that I was going to have fun with you today. It was around noon, on a beautiful Saturday, and I had been gone most of the morning running errands and whatnot. We had plans to spend the day together already, but as I thought about you lying in bed as I was leaving this morning, only going because I had to get these things done, the tone of those plans changed. I replayed in my mind how you, still half-asleep, were teasingly running your fingers over your upper thighs and stomach, tauntingly outlining the real estate I wanted to focus my morning’s attention on.

As I drive home, my memory redraws every curve of your naked body right before my eyes. Your full round breasts with the hard nipples pointing up to beg for my mouth. Your legs deliciously parted to show your beautiful pussy, wanting my full attention. Your hands tracing lines on your soft, smooth skin, marking a path my tongue begs to follow. Your dazed, early morning eyes staring at me, even in their fogginess portraying the things you want me to do to you. Your soft full lips, whispering you love me and you wish I didn’t have to go so early this morning. Oh, the possibilities.

Not wanting to be teased without at least some retribution, I stood over you and leaned my head down, roughly yet lightly flicking my tongue over your hard nipple, nipping at it with my teeth. You smiled and moaned as I stood up, dipping my finger down between your thighs for something to remember you by all morning, your sweet, salty scent on my finger. I said I’d be back sooner than possible and then we could have the rest of the weekend to ourselves.

A Good Sale (11 July 2008)

Everybody said "Start your garage sale on Thursday! Lots of people drive around on Thursday to buy all the good stuff."

On Thursday, my sale started with a downpour. It rained an inch and an half in three hours. I just sat in my window waiting for it to stop. Just before noon, the rain stopped and when the sun came out so did I. I quickly put the tables out on the driveway, then put the boxes of sale stuff out and I waited for the people to come.

By two o'clock, one person had stopped on to browse without buying. Two cars had slowed down, but never stopped.

Bored and hot in my jeans and sweatshirt, I went into the house for a soda and to change my clothes. I put on an old sleeveless t-shirt of my husband's and a pair of light blue nylon jogging shorts.

I went back to the drive and grabbed a lounge chair. I pulled the chair over to the middle and stretched out in the sun. I grabbed a book out of one the boxes and began flipping through the pages.

Sometime later, I realized that I had fallen asleep and that I wasn't alone. I opened my eyes just a little to see what was going on.

When I had fallen asleep, I had been sitting with my feet up on the lounge and my knees together. As I slept, my legs relaxed and my legs had dropped to each arm of the lounge leaving my crotch wide open for anyone to see. I saw this through my half open eyes. I also saw a man crouched over a box of books about five feet from me. As I watched him, he picked up a book glancing at it. As I watched his eyes, I noticed he was looking at my crotch. I closed my eyes and considered what he might be seeing. I remembered that I had worn an old pair of partial see through panties that day, but I didn't remember if they were intact or if they had any holes in them.

A Good Fare (09 July 2008)

The rain started as a drizzle. The windscreen wipers slapped their rhythm back and forth. I saw them standing on the curb waving me down, so I pulled my cab over to let them in. This being a residential neighbourhood, I don't get flagged down so much as a few streets over in the business district.

"Where you kids going on such a pissy evening, then?" I asked as they settled in the back. It made no difference if my fares were 9 or 90, they were still "kids".

"Time to go home," he smiled as he put his arm around the scantily clad young woman sitting next to him. She looked a bit drunk, but not overly intoxicated. He gave me the address and kissed her forehead. She smiled and tilted her head up to return the kiss. There was little traffic out at the time, but, even so, the address he gave me was a good 20 to 30 minutes away. It was going to be a good fare.

I pulled away from the curb and started the metre as they cuddled in the back. "Would you like the heat on a bit?" I asked "The rain can chill you if you're not careful."

"Yes, please," she smiled.

I turned the heat up to comfort them some. They'd be in back for a while. "Let me know if you get too warm, then," I checked them again in the rear view, then turned my attention to the road.

He had the footballer look - athletic, but not overly worked out, in jeans, trainers, and a jersey. She was very cute with dark hair that hung nicely to her shoulders and smiling eyes. Her loose fitting electric blue halter top hid the size of her bosom, but certainly showed plenty of shoulder and sides. Her slacks, what I could see of them in my mirror, looked to be a very thin, light coloured material, that, because of the rain, was a bit more see-through than possibly expected. Looking at her, I could feel my cock stir in my jeans. She was the type that, if she were alone, I'd ask for something else besides cash for the fare. Then again, I'm just a dog.

A Girl's Woodland Adventure (07 July 2008)

It had happened when she was very young, so young that all she could remember of the accident that had claimed her parents' lives were just flashes... and pain. The pain wasn't something that had happened to her physically—the person who found her and rescued her from the smoldering wreck found her relatively unscathed—the pain was from the shock of the accident, and of gradually learning she no longer had her parents anymore. Learning that she was alone. That was a pain that remained with her as long as Rebecca could remember... although at least it was more of a dull ache now that she was eighteen. She had come to live with an old aunt of her mother's, her closest living relative... Aunt Flor was always kind to her, never mistreated her, but Rebecca had always felt alone. Perhaps the fact that her aunt had lived by herself in a remote corner of the woods, at the end of a little valley somewhere up in the mountains of Idaho's panhandle... what most would consider the ends of the world; a desolate place for a young girl robbed of her parents to grow up. And yet... Rebecca never felt resentful of her life. She was lonely, of course, but she loved growing up in the woods. She always felt safe there—it had been her playground growing up, after all.

Her aunt, a very independent spinster her whole life, had also been a teacher ages ago in the little town five or six miles away, and had taught Rebecca herself, all the way up to high school level. It had been a fine education, except that again it had isolated Rebecca from the outside world and from developing in ways she might have done otherwise, had she grown up with her parents far away in their old home. In fact, the only place Rebecca ever got to see was the little town a few miles away... to her it had always seemed like a big and far away place, as funny as that might seem. She got to ride there from time to time with her aunt, when her aunt's old friend Tom (almost as old as Aunt Flor, anyway) came rattling down the road in his old station wagon. Flor refused to own a car, which Rebecca thought made sense, seeing as how it was a car that killed her parents. As it was, Aunt Flor was oddly protective of Rebecca whenever the two of them went into town. Her aunt was seen as a hermit of sorts, an old eccentric who kept to herself... not that she was the only one who did so, in those parts, so she was usually left alone. Flor kept Rebecca away from the parts of town that had bars, hotels, gas stations... any place where you'd usually find strangers. It was the same old stores and groceries that her aunt frequented, and occasionally some other old friend's house in town, to pay a visit.

A Girl Watching Me (05 July 2008)

I was fishing for bass and trout at my favorite fishing spot, Lake Roosevelt in Arizona. I fish this spot three, or four times a week in the summer. In the past five years I have fished here, I have seen people here twice. I start fishing about six, and stop about eleven for lunch.

I would sit against a big oak tree by the shore, where I would have my coffee and sandwich, and again as usual, I would lay back and start rubbing my cock though my swim shorts. When it was hard I would pull it out through the leg and start to masturbate, after cumming that would end my day at the lake, and good sandwich and a good orgasm.

One day stands out of many other days though; I had been stroking my cock, pulling lightly on my balls, feeling my arousal building slowly. My fishing day masturbation takes at least forty-five minutes from when I begin my masturbation to cumming, I always cum very hard and have a great orgasm.

This morning I had built up my level stimulation hotter than I had known in a long time. I was pumping my cock I knew I would cum in a matter of minutes. I could feel the tingles shooting through my cock and balls.

I heard a voice seeming over head of me, "please don't be startled," I damn near fainted although the words were as soothing as the voice. It was a woman's voice, a medium low sexy voice as smooth as silk.

Fear when through me like a cold glass of water had been dropped on me. But she moved fast-faster than I could in my confusion. She stepped out from behind the bushes, right next to my tree. She was wearing white tennis shoes and white socks. She was naked from her shoes up to her head.
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