Chapter 8: Kira meets Swapna (Dedicated to the real Swapna who will recognize herself, I hope) * Kira s stay in India was coming to its end. In a few days she will be back in France where her French husband Dan has been waiting for her since three months. They were following exactly the schedule they had agreed upon. She had delivered the twin babies Kyrh...
(I hope you enjoy this second part of the story about my young neighbor, Kelly. I hadn't really intended for it to be a serial story, but it seemed like a natural progression. Thanks again for reading and commenting! E) * So, last time we talked, I was too wrought up to sleep, remember? Well, I guess you're back because you want to know how my little prob...
CHAPTER FOUR: DRESS REHEARSAL Story so far: As told in Chapter One ('Setting the Scene'), Sam is a personal trainer to a married couple named Laura and Chris. Her training of them quickly develops from athletic to sexual instruction and soon she moves into their home and begins taking over their lives. In Chapter Two ('Assembling the Cast'), Sam assumes fu...
Fucking colonels. I fucking hate colonels. They're always coming up with stupid shit to do; they feel like they have to show everyone they're in charge, and so they come up with bullshit. Thanks to our fuckhead Colonel, my platoon was out in the field doing "non-lethal weapons" training. Hey, dickhead! We're Marines, remember? We're lethal. It was the s...
We were going home from a date that night. We had dropped the kids off at Brian’s parents for the night, so I was looking forward to a nice relaxing night when we got home. I thought that without the kids, we could go home, watch some TV, go to bed and sleep in late. We went to dinner and a movie and were on our way home when he asked me if I wanted to do...
Chapter 8 I assumed I was done for the day. I kind of hoped so because I was tired. My cock wasn't tired but the rest of me was. I rinsed off in the shower again, got dressed and headed out of the locker room. As I walked through the door Anna was running towards me crying. She almost knocked me down and I grabbed onto her as she sobbed. "Anna, what's wro...
Jean, acting as mistress of ceremonies, said, "OK. Everybody sit on the couch." All four sat down, facing Susan, and the others looked to Jean to find out what she had planned. With everyone in place, she heaped the final humiliation on Susan, her words causing Susan to go rigid, her face a mask of desperation and dread. "Susan, you've been wonderful to all o...
"One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight." Alright, brain, let's be nice to our new friend and take this seriously. "Ninety-seven. Ninety-six." Let's stare into that candle flame and get hypnotized. "Ninety-five. Ninety-four. Ninety-three." A candle? Does she need to make it so voodoo? Hey, stop that. We're taking this seriously. "Ninety-two. Nine...
4. In Too Deep Sam had two things that were essential when following a target: the ability to concentrate for lengthy periods and a very ordinary-looking car; a five-year-old medium grey Vauxhall Astra that she'd bought because it was so instantly forgettable. She followed Becky's small red hatchback along the gently winding country roads, past the endless...
My nights are spent as I assume most twenty year old male's nights are, playing video games and watching porn. I usually seem to sleep better when I get a good load out before bed. It's hard, because I still live with my family, which is why I can only do certain things at night. Or when I'm home alone, those are the best. Sometimes my family goes shopping,...