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Heart to Heart

Posted by eGZact on January 30, 2008

“So, how was the honeymoon,” Fay Vickers asked her just married daughter, Katie!?! “Really good, mom,” she replied, “everything as just great, and we’re both hoping we get to go back to Cancun again someday, it was incredibly beautiful!!!” “Sit down, dear,” her mother said while pouring them both a cup of coffee, “and tell me all about it!!!” Katie took the steaming hot cup from her mother’s hand, situated herself in the kitchen chair, and after taking a sip, she replied softly, “I can’t begin to tell you how wonderful the whole honeymoon was, mom, we played golf, went on a boat ride, pigged out on the food like there was no tomorrow, and took moon lit walks on the beach!!!” “It sounds wonderful, dear,” Fay replied smiling, “I’m sure that you and Jack will be very happy together!!!”

The two women had been gabbing about Katie’s new apartment and Jack’s new job as a civil engineer when Katie cleared her throat, and in a low voice said, “Uh mom, can I ask you a question!?!” “Sure, dear,” Fay replied, “ask away!!!” “Well this is really personal,” Katie said softly!!! Fay reached over and touched her daughter on the hand and offered, “Don’t worry, honey, you can ask me anything, after all, I am your mother!!!” “Yeah,” Katie replied, “I know, it’s just a little embarrassing that’s all!!!” Fay smiled gently at her eldest daughter while waiting patiently for her to get to the point!!! After taking a deep breath and another drink of coffee, Katie looked her mother in the eye and began, “Well, uh, I think that you know that I was a virgin on my wedding night, and I’m really glad that I waited, cuz it was real special and all, but now I have some questions I need answered!!!” Read the rest of this entry »

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Mary, My First

Posted by eGZact on January 18, 2008

It was summer time in Scotland and I stood comfortably surrounded by green hills in the distance and the dockyards. It was all new to me, an American lad on his first trip outside his homeland, my thoughts were all centered on the knot of fear that lay in my stomach; the fear of being alone in a foreign country, fear of the dangers that may lay about the dockyard, and fear of the unknown.

My older and more experienced friends from the ship had gone off a few blocks away to drink and make out with the local lassies as I was left behind. Since I didn’t drink much and since I was lacking in confidence and shy, I was left alone to face the unknown.

As I walked the streets up from the dockyard, I was careful to memorize my return route and check for whatever possible evil might befall a young lad, alone and scared as he walked the streets of a strange country. As I met people on the sidewalk, I greeted each of them.

“Good Day Yank,” usually came back in reply. It was a friendly greeting and did much to alleviate my fears. Soon I was in a residential neighborhood of modest, well kept houses with tiny yards and occasionally a car parked in front. As darkness approached, I sensed I’d find little of interest there. Read the rest of this entry »

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Full Service

Posted by eGZact on December 29, 2007

“May I help you, sir,” the attractive young saleswoman asked while Ryan Majors scanned the display of night gowns that were marked at twenty percent off!?! “Uh, yes, maybe,” he replied while feeling the material on one of the gowns! “Is it a present for your wife,” the lady asked? “Yes,” he replied, “it’s our fifth wedding anniversary and I just thought that maybe she might like something like this!” The saleslady, who introduced herself as Dawn answered quickly, “These might be a little on the old side for someone her age, follow me and I’ll show you something a little more appropriate!” Just grateful that he didn’t have to say anymore, Ryan followed Dawn to the rear portion of the store where she stopped before a large selection of shortie night gowns!

I think that these might be a little more to her liking,” Dawn offered, “can you tell me what size she wears!?!” Now growing a little flummoxed, he turned a little red and replied, “Well, uh, I think she’s about your size, but her, you know, her breasts are maybe a little bigger!” “I wear a size eight and wear a 34C-cup bra, is she a D cup!?!” “Well, er,” he stammered, “I think so, she has very large breasts!” Leaning closer to Ryan so that no one else could hear her, Dawn asked in a husky voice, “Does she like getting them sucked, I absolutely love it!?!” Ryan ears actually burned at the sound of such an intimate question, but incredibly he heard himself reply softly, “She loves having them sucked, and she has big pink nipples!” Read the rest of this entry »

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We fit together

Posted by eGZact on November 30, 2007

Dale and I went to dinner Friday night and everything was so perfect, but I couldn’t wait to get him back to my place. He was so damn handsome and sexy. His tanned body and bronze colored hair made my stomach do flip-flops. I felt like I was a teenager around him and couldn’t stop myself from aching for him.

“Dinner was nice,” Dale said, “But I can’t wait to get you back to your house.”

I started laughing out loud. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Read my mind. I was just thinking the same thing. I want to be with you so much.”

“Then let’s get out of here,” he said, guiding me. I was so glad to get out of there. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but being in his arms and having his lips on me. And I really wanted to touch and suck on him.

Once we got back to my place, he eyed me. I swore I thought I saw him licking his lips, but that was okay, because I felt the same way.

“I’ve been thinking about you constantly,” he said as he held me in his arms. I had on a dress that was pretty low cut, had spaghetti straps and came to the middle of my thighs. The only undergarments that I wore were a pair of bikini panties. One of the straps fell off my shoulder and he slowly put it back up.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too. I can’t tell you how many rated X dreams that you’ve been in,” I said. Every time I thought of him, I grew wet with need.

“Now that I have you, I just want to play. Let your goosebumps guide my way.”

He kissed me so softly and sweetly that I melted right there and wrapped his arms around me and let his tongue wander into my mouth. Read the rest of this entry »

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Addicted

Posted by eGZact on November 30, 2007

“Where’s Joanna,” asked Peggy, “she’s always late?!?” Judith smirked a little and responded cattily, “Doesn’t Frank have Wednesdays off, if he does, I think we all know what she’s up to!!!” The three at the table all chuckled at that one, but it was Susan who came to Joanna’s defense when she opined, “Let’s not be too hasty with our criticism, I think we would all agree if one of our husbands had a day off we’d all be in bed with him if we could!!!” The two other women stopped laughing for a moment and then nodded their agreement, but Judith still had to give a final zinger, “Yeah, but Jo’s so hot for Frank’s cock she’d suck him off in public if he asked her to!!!” “Did I hear someone saying my name,” Joanne called out as she swept into the room, “sorry I’m late but I had to help Frank with some chores before I could leave!!!” Just hearing Jo’s excuse brought a chorus of laughter from the other three, which caused a hurt looking Joanne to reply, “What’s so funny, I said I was sorry!!!” “Honey,” Peggy said sweetly, “you’ve still got cum on your chin,” to which and embarrassed Joanne automatically reached up to wipe it clean!!! “Oh, you,” Joanne scolded, having fallen for Peggy’s trick, “that wasn’t funny!!!” “Oh relax, Jo,” Susan soothed, “we all know what a hung stud Frank is, we don’t blame you one bit, but tell us, who made the first move, you or him!?!”

Taking there good natured ribbing in stride, Joanne replied, “Well, he came into the bedroom after his shower toweling off, and although he wasn’t really hard, he was kinda semi hard if you know what I mean, really hanging down low and swing back and forth when he walked!!!” At that point Judith interrupted by saying, “God I love it when they’re hanging low and looking almost hard, jesus, I nearly cream when I see Tommy that way!!!” Joanne looked at Judith and nodded knowingly, and continued on, “Well anyway, I was sitting on the edge of the bed when he walked by, what was I supposed to do, I couldn’t very well leave him like that, so I grabbed it, pulled it to my mouth, and sucked him off!!!” Read the rest of this entry »

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18 and Puffy

Posted by eGZact on November 7, 2007

Afton groaned and rolled over trying to ignore the insistent buzzing of her snooze alarm. She glanced at the clock one more time, just to make sure that it really was seven o’clock, but the red glowing digits on the night stand indicated that now it was seven-o-two and counting! She stretched out, trying to get the circulation moving through her body, and felt her white cotton bikini panties pressing hard against her bulging vulva. The mere pressure from the thin material was enough to flood her vagina with pussy juice, causing her to automatically slip her hand inside her undies and begin massaging her now throbbing clitoris. She sighed contentedly while her left middle finger flicked back and forth across the now erect little sex organ, while her right hand cupped one of her full breasts, occasionally twisting a distended nipple between her thumb and index finger. Lately her pussy had been so easily aroused that she had to masturbate a least twice a day to keep from going crazy! She was just about to cum, when her mother rapped loudly on her door and yelled for her to get up and at ‘em! Afton struggled to reply that she was awake, when a tidal wave of pleasure swept through her, causing her teenage pussy to convulse in a numbing orgasm!!! After taking a moment or two to recover, she hopped out of bed and began getting ready for school, while thinking about her plans for the day.

The day passed by quickly until it was time for her sixth period gym class, and while Afton wasn’t really big on sports, Miss Richards, the gym teacher, kept the class interesting by having a variety of activities for the students sample. After class in the locker room, Miss Richards was passing by her stall and she stopped to ask Afton if her ankle was okay, since she had rolled it over while playing volleyball. Afton replied, “Oh, it’s not too bad, it just hurt for a few minutes, nothing to worry about!” “Well,” Miss Richards rejoined, “I want you to come to my office for a minute so I can give it one more look.” Afton, in just her bra and panties, followed the teacher into her small cubby hole of an office at the far end of the locker room and sat down in the visitors chair and extended her left leg so Miss Richards could inspect it. “See,” said the eighteen year old said, “no problem, it feels just fine!” Miss Richards was running her hand up and down the ankle and calf of the young girl, each time her hand moving a little higher until she was rubbing the inside of her thigh. Miss Richards continued her massage, and commented, “Sometime these sprains can even affect your calf and thigh muscles.” Afton just sat there and let the teacher rub her leg, even as she got closer and closer to her crotch. Miss Richards by now was not even touching her below her knee, while just concentrating on the inside of her thigh. Read the rest of this entry »

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Magic Wand

Posted by eGZact on November 4, 2007

“You mean you don’t have one?”

“Um, no. I don’t. I guess I just don’t think about it very much.”

“Oh, honey, if I didn’t have one I’d go crazy.” Katia said.

Katia and Lisa were hunched over books on opposite sides of Katia’s room. Katia was reading about ancient Japan, Lisa was reading a botany textbook. Neither of them were really reading, though, as so often would happen on a Tuesday night.

Katia was going to major in art. She was a first-generation college student whose Mom was a legal secretary. Lisa had grown up with academic parents, and she didn’t really know what she was going to major in. They had become friends rather quickly, and very close ones for all their opposite characteristics, Katia’s mercurial quickness to Lisa’s deliberation, Katia’s lithe darkness to Lisa’s soft, pale, redhead curves.

“I bet you’ve never even seen one.”

Katia was sounding unusually snotty about it, actually. Lisa felt her cheeks get a little warm.

“Yes I….ok fine, no I haven’t. Pictures, yes. Like, in a catalog. But I didn’t have the nerve to buy one.”

Katia asked, a little more kindly, as Lisa got defensive – “Would you like to see mine?”

Lisa’s brow furrowed. “Um, no.”

“Can I at least tell you about it? How good it feels, how much easier it is to fall asleep? When Bridget’s over at her boyfriend’s is the only time I can use it, though.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it makes too much noise. Come on, just take a look at it.”

Without waiting for an answer Katia opened up her closet and started digging around, various black and grey sweaters flying.

“Katia, what about Bridget?”

“Lock the door, Lisa.”

Lisa got up, padded across the room in her white athletic socks and locked the door. She wasn’t sure why she was listening to Katia, but she decided to go along.

Katia patted the space next to her on the bed, the wand vibrator, big as a lamb shank and kind of unsexily awkward, in her hand.

Lisa sat next to her, some space in between. Katia drew closer. For the first time that proximity felt really weird to Lisa. In fact this whole thing felt really weird. Not bad weird, just out of the ordinary.

“It’s so nice Lisa. It’s like if you had a hundred fluttering fingers to rub your clit with. It makes me come so hard, and so much. I have to bite the pillow so I don’t scream. It’s better than any guy I’ve ever let touch me, really.”

Katia wet her lips. As assured as she might have been at first she was really nervous. Lisa was making her wet, just sitting there, looking the way she looked, and smelling as sweet as she smelled. She was so pretty. Katia’s desire was a painful pang in her cunt, the more she looked, the more she thought about spreading Lisa’s lips and running the head of the vibrator up and down the cleft of her cunt. Then following in its wake with her tongue. Read the rest of this entry »

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Lesbian Story – The Seduction

Posted by eGZact on October 29, 2007

Claire finished the breakfast dishes and was on her way out the door from her upscale suburban home and into the big four wheel drive Ford Explorer. Gliding smoothly into traffic, she thought that lately shopping seemed to be her only outlet. Her husband Frank was away on business at least three nights a week, and usually more. Not to be complaining, Frank is a wonderful provider and father for her and the twins, but it seemed like they hardly ever saw each other, let alone spending any meaningful time together.

As she pulled into the mall parking garage, Claire’s thoughts turned to the ad she had seen in the local newspaper–OPENING FRIDAY! BOUDOIR LINGERIE! Claire had been taken by the ad immediately, and she really could use some new bras and panties. Even though she and Frank had been married for eight years Claire had managed to stay in good shape, and for a thirty three year old she still could turn a man’s head, and the only real change in her body was her chest size. When she graduated from college Claire was a perfect 34-C, but after the birth of her daughters, her boobs had grown to a very heavy 34-D. Although they sagged a little, she still filled out a bra like a centerfold, and when he did show some interest, Frank liked to tell her that no Playboy bunny could hold a candle to her! As she entered the mall she thought of the last time he had sucked her tits, and her nipples got getting hard just thinking about it inducing her to look down at her chest and see the two buds poking through her blouse, causing her to shiver! Read the rest of this entry »

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The Nun

Posted by eGZact on October 18, 2007

The novel is about a young girl, Susan, who searches for a convent to join. She joins Longchamp, where she is seduced by the Mother Superior. The plot centers around the physical seduction of Susan by the Superior, yet is complicated by Susan’s inherent innocence. She never realizes the implications of the sexual acts that she takes part in, and therefore, much to the Superior’s frustration, her mind retains its purity. For, in the eighteenth century, a sin could not be labeled as such unless the sinner realized the sinful qualities of their actions, within their own mind. In other words, it did not actually matter what was physically done, but rather what was thought. Therefore, although there is a physical sexual relationship between the two females within the novel, Susan has not sinned “as long as her mind stays pure.” The Superior can only be successful in her seduction if she gets Susan to realize her ‘lesbian knowledge’ and feel shame for it.

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The Crack

Posted by eGZact on October 17, 2007

I get there almost two hours early, but it doesn’t matter. I know I’ll be welcome. I ring the bell and already I can hear Susan’s delighted cry from the kitchen as I lower my finger – ‘It must be Simon’ – and see her form divided into a dozen concave images by the shell-pattern of the front-door glass, each miniature Susan stretching her arms out towards me. She opens the door and I’m drawn in and hugged, my rucksack slumped over on the step. She is wearing a pullover and a long cotton skirt. I feel her stomach and the prickle of the rough wool through my shirt. She smells of cumin and fennel seed; she must be cooking for this evening. Stepping back to look at me, she lets me go and smiles, looping her hair behind her ears, then reaches to pick up the rucksack. I follow her into the broad, uncluttered hall.

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About Love

Posted by eGZact on October 16, 2007

AT lunch next day there were very nice pies, crayfish, and mutton cutlets; and while we were eating, Nikanor, the cook, came up to ask what the visitors would like for dinner. He was a man of medium height, with a puffy face and little eyes; he was close-shaven, and it looked as though his moustaches had not been shaved, but had been pulled out by the roots. Alehin told us that the beautiful Pelagea was in love with this cook. As he drank and was of a violent character, she did not want to marry him, but was willing to live with him without. He was very devout, and his religious convictions would not allow him to “live in sin”; he insisted on her marrying him, and would consent to nothing else, and when he was drunk he used to abuse her and even beat her. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Transgression

Posted by eGZact on October 14, 2007

A collegiate assessor called Miguev stopped at a telegraph-post in the course of his evening walk and heaved a deep sigh. A week before, as he was returning home from his evening walk, he had been overtaken at that very spot by his former housemaid, Agnia, who said to him viciously:

“Wait a bit! I’ll cook you such a crab that’ll teach you to ruin innocent girls! I’ll leave the baby at your door, and I’ll have the law of you, and I’ll tell your wife, too. . . .”

And she demanded that he should put five thousand roubles into the bank in her name. Miguev remembered it, heaved a sigh, and once more reproached himself with heartfelt repentance for the momentary infatuation which had caused him so much worry and misery.

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MISERY

Posted by eGZact on October 13, 2007

To whom shall I tell my grief?”

 

THE twilight of evening. Big flakes of wet snow are whirling lazily about the street lamps, which have just been lighted, and lying in a thin soft layer on roofs, horses’ backs, shoulders, caps. Iona Potapov, the sledge-driver, is all white like a ghost. He sits on the box without stirring, bent as double as the living body can be bent. If a regular snowdrift fell on him it seems as though even then he would not think it necessary to shake it off. . . . His little mare is white and motionless too. Her stillness, the angularity of her lines, and the stick-like straightness of her legs make her look like a halfpenny gingerbread horse. She is probably lost in thought. Anyone who has been torn away from the plough, from the familiar gray landscapes, and cast into this slough, full of monstrous lights, of unceasing uproar and hurrying people, is bound to think. Read the rest of this entry »

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THE STEPPE

Posted by eGZact on October 13, 2007

The Story of a Journey

EARLY one morning in July a shabby covered chaise, one of those antediluvian chaises without springs in which no one travels in Russia nowadays, except merchant’s clerks, dealers and the less well-to-do among priests, drove out of N., the principal town of the province of Z., and rumbled noisily along the posting-track. It rattled and creaked at every movement; the pail, hanging on behind, chimed in gruffly, and from these sounds alone and from the wretched rags of leather hanging loose about its peeling body one could judge of its decrepit age and readiness to drop to pieces.

Two of the inhabitants of N. were sitting in the chaise; they were a merchant of N. called Ivan Ivanitch Kuzmitchov, a man with a shaven face wearing glasses and a straw hat, more like a government clerk than a merchant, and Father Christopher Sireysky, the priest of the Church of St. Nikolay at N., a little old man with long hair, in a grey canvas cassock, a wide-brimmed top-hat and a coloured embroidered girdle. The former was absorbed in thought, and kept tossing his head to shake off drowsiness; in his countenance an habitual business-like reserve was struggling with the genial expression of a man who has just said good-bye to his relatives and has had a good drink at parting. The latter gazed with moist eyes wonderingly at God’s world, and his smile was so broad that it seemed to embrace even the brim of his hat; his face was red and looked frozen. Both of them, Father Christopher as well as Kuzmitchov, were going to sell wool. At parting with their families they had just eaten heartily of pastry puffs and cream, and although it was so early in the morning had had a glass or two. . . . Both were in the best of humours.

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FEAR

Posted by eGZact on October 11, 2007

She was afraid, she knew how much he treasured his heritage; and she had done the unthinkable, one of his treasures from the past; irreplaceable, priceless in his sight, she had destroyed.Her lord though normally a stern disciplinarian; was a loving master who delighted her so often. Now she the good girl, the respectful slave; had broken the trust he put in her.Given the care of those things dearest to his heart, she had failed to be careful and destroyed that which not only pleased him, but soothed his soul. The pottery vase was an antique created by Cherokee who never walked “the trail of tears”. She knew from lessons at his knee, that this was a grievous time for his people; as terrible a symbol of his native heritage, as “the middle passage” was of his African heritage. Read the rest of this entry »

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