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In this chapter, the crisp beauty of an autumn morning sets the stage for a day filled with family bonding and simple joys. Against a backdrop of clear skies and golden leaves, the characters explore the park, finding moments of laughter and connection that offer a reprieve from life's challenges. Amid the playful chaos of kite flying and soccer games, deeper emotions surface, leading to a quiet yet heartfelt conversation that underscores the importance of trust, understanding, and self-discovery.
Lillyn is racing back to the Pyramids Of Kentoshan.
Thoroughly annoyed by the enforced detour.
But when her goal is already in sight, an unexpected call rattles her world yet again.
Los Zetas leader’s Mansion, Colombia, South America
Osiel Quintero was asleep in his huge bed with several naked women. One of the women sleeping with him was a blonde-haired woman that looked like she had been beaten and was drooling from the drugs he gave her.
My parents are Jewelers. Dad is a wholesaler, while Mom has a Jewelry store that's been in her family for ages. That being said, we are fairly well off, and I guess Mom and Dad were feeling a bit eccentric when naming us.
This story goes back decades but I feel I need to tidy up some of my contributions and give them finality before, well;
I'll be daily adding the final chapters until it's all posted. Basically the story centres on centaurs but it moves very slowly.
I must re-emphasise the caution about explicit content. This story first germinated in my sad little 'twenty-year-old' mind over fifty years ago when my gender appreciation, sexuality, morality and deviancy was truly all over the place. It might give some of the more academically and medically interested students some insight into how far I was down the road to total amorality. I make no apologies for what went before but it demonstrates how much I have climbed out of that awful pit.
Beverly.
My small workshop was quiet for once. I’d just finished a large job and was cleaning up when I noticed someone standing in the doorway.
I looked up and saw silhouetted against the later afternoon sun, a very shapely young woman. As I looked at her, she flicked her long hair. For half a second, I wondered if I was going to have a heart attack.
That first fuck set the tone for the remainder of Marcy’s evening. Marcy mainly stayed out of sight until she was too horny at which point she deliberately moved in John’s field of vision to tease him to an erection. She knew it was wrong, she knew she should do as little as possible for this slob, but she just couldn’t help it, that plug got her so very horny and she knew her Master’s cock was her only relief.
" An uncontrolled red magic release like you were headed toward would make a nuclear explosion, like Ginger was comparing this to, look like a firecracker—especially with your war magic core."
Michelle took a while to heal. She spent the first two weeks at home with Suzi looking after her. Suzi and Angus were sharing Sam’s old room. They were becoming very close now. Michelle wondered if they would end up married.
CAUTION - Sex / Sexual Scenes
CAUTION - Highly Emotional Content
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Erica once told me that the night she and Jack talked upstairs was one of the most romantic experiences of her life. Sounds great when you say it, but if you think about it you come to realize that the logical corollary to that is that it must have been all worse after that! Luckily for her, Jack was only getting started. Besides, Erica had a tendency to exaggerate!
Jack told me that they talked, cried, kissed a few times, and professed their love for one another. That and a bunch of stuff about living in contentment with pain and such. Blah, blah, blah. Richard was a wreck. He hid it well, but I knew him better than anyone except Jack, even better than Heather. He was torn between wanting to see Jack happy against his protectiveness of Erica. I guess that means protecting her from ever growing up, having fun, sex, a marriage, children... etc. Men are idiots!
The rest of New Years morning was uneventful, unless of course you count Jack's proposal to Erica, but then I'm pretty sure they both knew it was only Jack being Jack. I told you that story already, though. The next few weeks were hard on them. Jack had no Liberty and Erica was swamped with school. Richard and Heather had gotten to the 'comfortable' part of being a couple, so they were used to the separation. Plus, they were sleeping together, which took off a lot of the tension. Jack and Erica... well... Erica told me what they weren't doing.
It got difficult for them to go slowly after only six weeks. Their needs pushed them father and faster than they'd planned to go, but sometimes you realize you gotta to take hold of life fast, and live it while you still have the chance.
Reluctant Diva 19 Inspired by Lipstick Discipline Chapter 19 – My assets
Still dazed by the speed of events, I waved my mom goodbye somewhat anxiously and followed Maria into the house. Madeleine told the maid to take my things up. “You know which room is Miss Jennifer’s. Now, dear, some refreshments before bed?”
It was already late so I was about to decline but my hostess was insistent. “Just have a milky drink before you sleep. I’ll send it up with Maria when she comes to help you get ready for bed.”
I suppose it doesn’t hit you at first, you know those early years when nothing conscionable is happening in one’s existence. There are few words anyway and nearly all of them relate to external factors, such as, mama, dada, hugs, food: me, - - me, me, me!
Is ‘me’ an ‘external factor’ I wonder, when you have not yet learned to express the word ?
I don’t know, but I suppose it was probably my very first ‘pronoun conundrum’ even though I did not know it then. No, truth to tell, those first two or three years don’t count for much.
Pablo stared at me for a few seconds, before looking into the main body of the hotel, then turned back to me.
“You cannot do this”
“I can, and I have already paid the man at the desk, and it was less than I would have paid your friend with the taxi. The car taxi, not the twat with the horse”
“Twat?”
He was clearly puzzled, and I found my cheeks burning.
This is a poem I wrote the day after Christmas. I am alone on Christmas and found this one hard. If you are looking for bright and cheerful, this is not it. Sorry.
I spent my next Liberty with Erica. She talked while I listened and messed with her hair. I learned a lot about Jack, things he never told me. I understand why he'd kept it to himself, though. He'd endured so much pain, it's amazing he was only as nuts as he seemed to be! No one want's that to show.
I learned a lot about Rich, too. She didn't talk as animatedly about him as she did Jack, but she knew all his secrets! I don't know what it is about being a beautician, but women will bear their souls to us the way guys do with a bartender. They tell us things they won't even tell their shrink!
For Jack's part, he was just so damnably, blissfully, innocently, ignorant of Erica's feelings toward him it was hard to watch! It wasn't that Jack didn't see her that way because she was younger, but because of something much more basic. She was his best friend's sister, and that made her almost like his own. It's a little creepy if you think too hard about it!
Jack wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. Erica loved him, and had loved him through some of the worst times of his life. He wasn't about to let that get away, no matter who she was.
Tammy and Leland were sitting on the sectional in the living room watching a television show. Leland was naked and was just wearing a pair of boxers. Tammy was curled up next to him and was wearing an oversized black t-shirt that had a smiley face on it with a bullet hole above the eyes. She wasn’t wearing any panties or a bra.
Melanie Brown brings us one of her sexy sci-fi romps in Valor, the story of a hapless lieutenant who keeps saving the day by being turned into a bimbo by the enemy.
The first published anthology of our own very prolific short story author, Maryanne Peters, is available on Kindle in a new book.
Friendship and Agony with 15 other TG romances by Maryanne Peters Now on Kindle!
When is a “Friendship” close to being a marriage? Two men discover that being friends is not enough when one of them agrees to be a bride.
What will an estranged father do to keep his family together when they make a “Call for Help?” Break the law and make radical changes? But how will his life be judged?
A man writes an "Agony" column pretending to be a woman, then success demands that SHE step forward into reality…. Can she become a real person?
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