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Tori s Awakening
Tori was tired of her boring plain life. Every day day in-day out was the same thing. She hadn’t had any excitement in her life since that brief period about three years ago in college. She would get up in the morning. Go to work. Come home. Eat dinner. Watch TV and go to bed.
Tori was an administrative assistant at an advertising company. She was very shy and quiet. She had been orphaned at a very young age when her parents and sister had been killed in a terrible car accident.
Tori had no other family both her parents had been only children. She had no grandparents aunts or uncles. So at the age of five she was put into a foster family. Her foster parents were an older couple. Very nice kind and loving. Tori had a very proper upbringing never financially wanted for anything. But she was painfully shy. She always felt alone or out of place. At first she was just a skinny quiet kid with a cute face. But people always noticed she looked so sad and called her poor thing. As she got older she noticed her body changing and was very embarrassed by these changes. At thirteen her chest swelled from pancake flat to a full C cup in a matter of months. Her slim 5’7 frame filled out in all the right places. Her new breast hips and firm butt created noticeable curves. She noticed boys and even grown men beginning to stare at her and the boys tried to make conversations with her at school. It couldn’t be denied Tori had developed with a body to die for. And though she paid no attention to hair and make up. She had good strong classically beautiful features and long flowing blond hair that with or without make up
could be found very appealing. But Tori was so timid all this attention made her very uncomfortable it didn’t take long before she was wearing baggy clothes and avoided people all together. She didn’t like the way she acted but she couldn’t help it. Every time some one would try to talk to her she would get Read the rest of this entry »
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The First Time
I was nineteen years old near the end of the summer of 1977. To say that I was sexually inexperienced would be an understatement. I had made out with a girl one time. During the course of this frantic kissing spree I had moved my hand to her breast cupping it through her clothes. After a prompt rebuff I did not make a second attempt. I felt rejected. After that day I shied away from her. I never kissed her again.
The only sex I had had was in my fantasies. I learned to masturbate at the age of eleven. I did it as much and as often as I could. It was a great relief valve for me. I loved magazines like Playboy and Penthouse. Any copy I could get my hands on was quickly secreted away to my bedroom where the pictures would inspire many a dream and many an orgasm.
Now there were two things a teenage boy would never admit to. One was masturbation. We would all vehemently deny ever jacking off because it just wasn t a manly thing to do. The reality was most of us were doing it four or five times a day. I loved to do it but I was the only one who knew it. The other thing none of us would ever admit to was that we were virgins. We had all gotten laid. But really few of us had. But in the teenage years coolness mattered more than the truth.
But as I passed the age of nineteen I really felt that I had missed out. It was like I was one of the last ones to have sex. I felt very frustrated. With no prospects on the horizon I wondered if I would ever do it. Masturbation was just not cutting it anymore. I wanted something real. And I wanted it soon.
There was a place in town called Finnlander Sauna & Massage. Now I wasn t totally sure what went on there but I had heard rumors. Plus there had been an article in the paper once about a woman who had been arrested there for prostitution. I really didn t know what would come of it but I decided to check it out. I figured if the rumors were true I could end my frustration. Read the rest of this entry »
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Katie s Exploits Ch. 01
When I saw him for the first time my breath had caught in my throat and my heart had palpitated. Sitting amongst the other professors he looked like a cat among pigeons. His 6 2 frame emanated raw sexual power and as he seemed to be teasing a blushing older female professor his sea green eyes crinkled merrily and deep grooves in his lean cheeks had dimples playing peek-a-boos on either side. His full sensuous lips pulled back in an open smile revealing gleaming white teeth which could be used for an advertisement. His chiseled nose and high forehead seemed a mark of nobility and the crown of auburn glory was marked with grays around the temples which gave him a distinguished air.
Suddenly he let out a bellyful of laughter and people around the room turned and smiled at him. It was then that I wanted to jump his long gorgeous bones. The older professor was laughing too and hitting him in a playful manner and the other fuddy duddy professors who generally are morbid mean brooders were eyeing him with warm approval. His charisma had blanketed the table and seemed to spreading around a feeling of well being around the university cafeteria in general.
Just then my Adonis-like boyfriend walked up to me with his food tray. Seeing my eyes on the red haired professor he said That’s the new archeology professor who will be substituting for Professor Calvin. But the word is despite his looks he’s not into men or women just into ancient economic history.
Really? I muttered and made a mental note to go to the library and read up everything on it. Taking a seat at the adjacent table I heard his baritone voice wash over me like a dark warm blanket in a cold winter night.
He was in a deep conversation but at my movements on the next table his eye automatically fell on me. He tipped his head a bit at me and went back to his conversation.
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Uncle Nigel
My first lover was my Uncle Nigel. He wasn t really my uncle he was actually a partner at my mother s law firm. At the time Mother was an Associate in the firm and Uncle Nigel was a partner. It was one of the older more prestigious firms in Chicago.
I was barely eighteen at the time a senior at the parochial school a couple blocks from the firm. I would go to the firm after school to meet Mother and we would drive home together. I often studied in the law library while I waited for her a privilege earned with good grades and good behavior.
Like I said Nigel was a senior partner in the firm. I remember seeing him around the firm but it was at my first grown-up party the firm Christmas party when I was fourteen that I actually met him. I was wearing a black sheath Mother had approved (but Daddy hated) that had spaghetti straps and a fitted bodice flaring into a wide trumpet skirt. It was breathtaking and even my shyness at the lack of undergarments was no match for the inherent sexiness of the dress. Mother introduced me to Nigel and his wife a pale blond anorexic society woman named Claire. Nigel made some comment about how I had grown and smiled at me making me blush. I had an instant crush on him.
It was November a few years later when it happened. I remember that day clearly. It was warm for November in the mid sixties. I was wearing my usual school skirt and blouse with a green cardigan. I flounced up to Mother s office that affected kind of walk only schoolgirls can pull off half-bounce and half-traipse as I greeted Mother s assistant.
Hello Abby how s Jackie?
Oh she s fine Abby smiled at me pleased I had remembered her daughter was ill. Mother had already taught me networking. Your mother is in court.
Jacobsen’s?
Yep. She ought to recess around four-thirty.
Okay I ll be in the library I smiled swiping a Read the rest of this entry »
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Nellie Belle
I have had a lot of first time memories in my life but some of the most memorable happened when I met and fell in love with a farm girl.
It was my first time with a country girl. They are so different than city women. It was my first time living in the country and living on a working farm. It was my first time caring for the animals tending to the crops and making love in a stack of fresh soft hay in the barn. It was my first time making love in grass at night in the moonlight and then looking up to count the stars. It was my first time listening to nature and feeling the bond between the land the water and the sky.
We all of us for the brief time we are here are just squatters and we not only owe it to nature to give back more than we take but also we owe it to those who come after we are gone. This is my Earth Day story.
Her name was Nellie Belle and you did not have to tell her about Earth Day. Every day to her was Earth Day. We met through one of those online dating services hit it off started dating and within two months moved in together.
So do you country folk have special plans for Earth Day?
Earth Day? She looked at me like I was hitting the moonshine.
Yeah Earth Day April 22nd the day we celebrate clean air land conservation and improving water quality I said suddenly feeling like an environmentalist or a conservationist.
Today s no different than yesterday she said with a wry smile and it won t be no different than tomorrow. She squatted down to grab a handful of soil and blew it from her opened palm. Every day I m alive is my Earth Day. She knocked her hands together and wiped off the rest of the dirt on her jeans.
She gave me a look that made me feel like I was from another planet Planet Concrete. She always made me feel like I did not know much she was right. Compared to her I was a newborn. />
You city boys have to celebrate Earth Day because living in the city you live in opposition to nature. She laughed. The closest you come to nature is when it rains and then afraid to get wet afraid you may melt you cover yourself with an umbrella. She kicked at the dirt by her feet and stuffed her hands in her back pockets. Shucks I don t even own an umbrella.
Hey don t be disrespecting my Polo umbrella. I laughed but she did not.
She raised her head lifted her arms with palms up and inhaled a deep breath of clean air. Here I m in harmony with nature. She twirled around like that with her head back and her arms lifted skyward and outstretched as if doing some sort of sacred Indian dance. Then she stopped suddenly and asked me with a look Don t you feel it? I didn t. To me it was just another nice day. And if I twirled around like that with my head back and my arms up I would have gotten dizzy fell over and rolled down the hill. Besides I was already pissed because I had cow shit all over my new shoes.
She was a woman of the land and as much a part of the dirt she trod as was the grass that swayed in the breeze and the trees that stretched to embrace the sky. This was the only life she had known. I should have known better than to ask a farmer about Earth Day.
Honey get my shotgun. This city slicker is asking me about Earth Day. Either he s trying to steal my land or is trying to sell me back my land after he steals it.
She was the first person that I have ever met who truly needed nothing desired nothing and needed no one. She was strong self-sufficient and assertive. And she was a woman. We guys attribute those qualities to men strong self-sufficient and assertive. Yet for me when women possess those qualities those are the women who I want to bed rather than the helpless meek and weak fluff that so many women feel that they must exhibit to attract and keep a man. I do not want to dominate my woman. I want an equal. I want a life partner. I want someone who I can depend on to pick up the slack when I falter and cannot pull my share.
What happened to us? Where did we all go when we stood upright donned a suit coat or a dress and danced to someone else s song for our paycheck? Had we paid attention to the inherit things we were born with we would not need to celebrate an Earth Day. Earth Day would be redundant and celebrating Earth Day would be like celebrating Breathing Day or Living Day. Now we are so detached from the Earth and from nature that we need a holiday to remind us to take one day out of 365 days to pay homage to the Earth yet still we do not. We give it lip service think briefly about it and then continue with our habitual routine of planet destruction by polluting the air with automobile emissions because a block is too far to walk obliterating the land with clear cut land development for cookie cutter neighborhoods shopping malls and parking lots and fouling the water with dams that destroy the ecology and factories that manufacture nothing we cannot do without.
You ain t nobody if you ain t got a bit of land she said standing on a rolling hill that gave her a view of her land clear down to the river a river with clean water that she drinks without boiling first.
She had hair the color of heather on a hot summer s day that she gathered together beneath a straw hat that fit her like she was born with it. She never worried about her hair and had never been to a hairdresser. She just smooth it back with her hand removing an errant bee or piece of straw and relocated her hat back as if it had never been removed and was part of her head. Without makeup and fancy clothes masking and distorting who she was and if you could see past the imperfections that we all have she was pretty in a country girl sort of way.
Although she wore no perfume she had the natural sweet fragrance of Honeysuckle. She was wiry with long legs and long arms but was as strong as she was thin and always chewed a sprig of wheat that she grew out back somewhere.
Out yonder there she pointed behind her without turning to look it grows wild. She smiled I don t have to do nothin but harvest the crop.
The wheat helped her to think I think. She gnawed on that sprig for a spell and eventually would have the answer to any complex problem.
Best we get the horses in the barn she said suddenly sensing a change around her. It s gonna storm.
Nonsense the weatherman said today is bright and sunny. There s not a cloud in the sky.
I looked up and put my head back inhaled a big breath of nature and was just about to raise my arms and twirl around when I got dizzy and started coughing. She laughed at that. Then she gave me that look that made me believe it would snow if she said so. It stormed.
She had tits somewhere beneath the flannel of her shirt and the cotton of her tee but like everything about her functional and nature driven they were working tits. They were for nursing babies not for men to fondle suck and adore. She d have none of that and best you not call her pretty because she would not believe you and had no place for that in her brain anyway. Yeah she liked fuckin and had no compunction about throwing you back on the hay to give you a good ride if the mood struck and so long as her chores were done and you were up for the task and worth her time. Yet you had better make her cum when you fucked her or she d say.
You ain t good for nothin . You can t even fuck me proper.
She made me rise to the occasion when I planted my wood in her. I made it my moral duty and my manly obligation to make her cum and cum loudly so that she could be heard over the moo of the cows the whiny of the horses and the squeal of the pigs. When we remove our clothes get down to it and make love we humans are just another barnyard animal after all.
Yeah she had a body beneath those worn clothes. Her pubic hair was as bushy as her blonde hair was long. When she put her hair down at night to brush it it touched her ass an ass that was so round and so firm from squatting to milk the cows bending to pitch the hay and running to chase after the pigs that you could make her ass the main course in the savory satisfaction of your sexual appetite. Although she had never played tennis and would never waste her time chasing after furry yellow balls to hit over a net with a racquet she had the sinewy and muscled body of a tennis player.
I don t have time to play games Freddie. Either you love me or you don t. I never much had the need for games. Just say it straight what you mean. She looked away chewing her wheat. Either I be gettin along with you or without you.
She was a woman who I could not play. Yet for a novice at games she saw through my game. What she said scared me. I did not want to lose her. She was special to me.
I love you Nellie.
Do you love me Freddie she said without looking at me and removing the bit of wheat that she had been chewing examining it and discarding it and then replacing it with a new one or do you just want to fuck me? She looked at me with a face full of wisdom and she already knew my answer.
She gave new meaning to Meatloaf s By the Dashboard Lights song let me sleep on it and I ll give you my answer in the morning. Oh no I d have to tell her straight now.
Yes I love you. Now take off those clothes so that I can fuck you I laughed but she did not. To her there was nothing funny about love about work about duty and about obligation. It was all serious stuff to her and all fodder for jokes to me.
We were so different yet so attracted to one another. When I was with her I felt whole protected and safe knowing that there was nothing she did not know or could not remedy. I called her my pioneer woman and she called me her city boy.
She was from the country Vermont where the air is fresh the sky blue and the countryside green. She loved the outdoors where she was surrounded by grass bugs and tall trees. A farmer s daughter she had inherited her dad s farmhouse and barn with cows and a corral full of horses. She was as practical as she was thrifty. The common sense that ran through her blood challenged anyone with an advanced degree in book learning.
Why buy new if the old one ain t broke or can t be fixed when it is broke she said about nearly everything especially about her tractor that the sun had roasted the paint off decades earlier and her 53 Ford pickup that any truck guy would love to restore.
Her uniform of old jeans open flannel shirt with a t-shirt underneath and shit kicking boots suited her. She looked you in the eye when she talked to you. She did not have to call me a city slicker because her posture towards me repeated it and reminded me of it over and again. Especially whenever I did not know things that were basic information to her such as names of plants what they were for or how to tell if your animal is sick and how to cure him. Intuitively she had all of that information stored and ready at a moment s notice. When conversely I am embarrassed to say that I needed the navigation system on my car just to find her farm and to find her.
She had that golden tan that you get from working outdoors that you cannot get from a bottle or a tanning salon. Unlike the city women with their beauty creams and sunscreens she did not care about the wrinkles and lines. Like Hemingway s character Santiago in the Old Man and The Sea drawing his strength from the sea and from the fish that he was trying to capture she drew her strength from the earth and from the bit of land that she toiled over. Like Katharine Hepburn in the movie On Golden Pond the sun gave her face character. Nellie had farmer s hands rough calloused and strong from working the farm.
If you re gonna hold my hand hold it. Don t worry about breakin me she said when I took her hand to walk the pasture or the meadow or the rolling hill. Unaccustomed to clamping down on my girl s hand it took me time to get use to doing just that. I could only imagine the complaints from my next girlfriend if this relationship did not last. Ow! You re hurting my hand. Do you have to hold me so tight?
My name is Freddie and I m past my prime. I have affection for clean fingernails Polo cologne and Ralph Lauren clothes. They fit me. I am from the city Boston where the air is polluted the sky smoggy the water treated and the city streets grey. I am content indoors. I rent an apartment with a small dog and have a Ford Mustang. Although I m college educated believe in God but do not attend church and muscular working out regularly at the gym I m soft emotionally spiritually and physically compared to Nellie who fends for herself and lives off the land. Her strength of faith is all that she has sometimes and without that she would have a longer and harder road to hoe.
My pallor pasty my hands soft from working white collar jobs I don t like bugs. Matter of fact I like fly swatters Raid bug lights and bug screens. The last time I camped outdoors was when I was a Boy Scout and I could not wait to get home to watch television. Sure I like the country but only to visit. My trees are tall buildings and my grass is the small parcel of land that the city reluctantly designates to the mob of office workers who gulp down their lunch before running back to work.
Now because of Nellie Belle Earth Day has new meaning. Earth Day is every day. In tune with nature living on a farm with Nellie has taught me to listen to myself because I was born with everything that I need to know to live to survive and to flourish on the Earth today and tomorrow.
Save the planet plant a tree recycle and walk instead of drive and if we all did only that maybe our grandchildren would have another day on Earth to help save it too.
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A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 01
Chapter 1: Truth
This is the first in a series of three chapters.
A Million Dollar Deal Ch 1: Truth
A Million Dollar Deal Ch 2: Dare
A Million Dollar Deal Ch 3: The Cake
Enjoy!
/Icingsugar
She felt the sun in her face minutes before she actually woke up. When she slowly drifted out of sleep she would see the sunshine as an orange hue on the inside of her eyelids and then she slowly turned her face away from the sunshine and opened her eyes. She yawned and stretched out like a cat between the sheets. She often did that and not only in the morning.
This was one of the reasons she used to be called nicknames like Kitty Kitten or just Cat. Another one was her name. She was Katie. And that was not short for Katherine or something like that. She was baptised as Katie Elisabeth Sorenson. Katie didn t mind being called Cat. She had loved cats since she was a little toddler. Last year some wise-ass boys still in high-school had twisted that around to call her Pussy. She had blushed and turned away. But her best friend Claire had just smiled walked straight up to them and kneed the closest one of them in the groin. No-one called her Pussy after that. Claire was that kind of girl and a really good one to have as a friend.
And it was a beautiful day. It should be. This was Katie s day. It was nine o clock in the morning on the 12th of August. The day of her 20th birthday.
She rummaged through her drawers selecting a nondescript bra and a plain pair of cotton panties. The kind she usually wore. She had this x-large t-shirt she used as a nightie. A Garfield head grinned out from her belly and the caption I hate Mondays was draped over the soft curves of her chest. It was her dad s actually but even for him a fairly average built man it had been too big. So she had promptly adopted it as her favourite leisure and sleep wear. She stretched and Read the rest of this entry »
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Pam s First Virgin
It was three minutes before the bell would ring to end fourth hour. Pam was watching the second hand spin on the clock on the wall. It seemed that every time she looked at it it was turning slower and slower. She sighed.
What s the matter? she said.
She looked at Neil the young man sitting next to her who was looking back at her with an expression of concern.
I m bored he said.
She nodded. So am I.
He looked at the clock for a moment then looked back at Pam.
You want to come over to my house tonight and study? he said.
Pam looked at him with surprise. She thought for a moment.
Sure she said.
He had a smile that melted her pussy.
Great Neil said.
Finally the bell rang and all the kids in the room jumped out of their seats.
I ll meet you at your locker after school he said.
Ok.
In the hallway they waved as they went different ways to their lockers. Pam walked to her locker with a happy glow on her face. She stopped at the restroom and removed her panties and bra and unbuttoned her shirt so he would be able to see her cleavage.
Walking down the hallway with the hem of her short skirt bouncing against her thighs she felt a cool breeze between her legs. She walked a little more briskly to make the skirt bounce a little higher. As she walked down the hall she felt that all eyes were on her and her legs especially those of the guys. This made her feel proud of herself and her body.
Hi Pam Melanie said.
Hi Melanie.
Melanie looked at Pam s exposed chest where her blouse was unbuttoned so low she could see a part of her bra.
What s this? Melanie said pointing to Pam s chest.
I won t be able to come over to your house until later tonight. Read the rest of this entry »
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Sir Cums-a-Lot
My name is Robert and I m a geek. I don t have that chiseled build that others write about. My dick is not 10 inches long it s only 7 when fully erect. I m not an attractive guy. I am a programmer complete with the glasses. At 28-years of age I d had no girl friends and I d never fucked. The gods do have a sense of humor though. For some unknown reason I was born with the ability to shoot massive amounts of cum. In my very early teens I was able to shoot cum about three feet into the air while lying on my back jerking off.
Jerking off was my only release. I had an escort jerk me off once but that turned out to be an awful experience. She was young and not good at jerking cocks but eventually she did get me to cum and when I did wow it was one of my biggest loads ever. She had a short blue dress on and never took it off. She jerked clumsily on my cock while I stared at her bare thighs dreaming of putting my dick between them.
She had almost given up on me cumming and was visibly annoyed when suddenly a tiny little jet of semen came out of my cock tip I knew more was coming and I was too far-gone to care about her approval. She gave a smirk satisfied her job was nearly done and continued to pump my cock even faster which finished me off. Some of that first shot had landed on her wrist and halfway up her arm but she had no idea what was coming next. Thinking that was the best I could do and expecting only dribbles afterwards she was careless where she pointed my cock head. My cock flexed again the second pulse was a massive convulsion. It sent a long thick stream right into her face and down the front of her pretty little dress.
Oh fuck! she yelled letting go of my cock which then bobbed around wildly. It was too late my cock pulsed again recoiling upwards and sending another thick stream of cum onto her face neck and dress. Fuck! she screamed again. I panicked and tried to get my hand over the tip Read the rest of this entry »