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Can you solve this mystery!!!???

04:40 May 28 2013
Times Read: 341


One day you received a call that your sister living in another country had died.You went to your sister's funeral, and were told that she committed suicide by falling out of a buidling, but you feel that your sister was MURDERED!!!Everybody suspected she did suicide, even the police, so you decided to find out who killed your sister.CLUES:1)she fell out of her aparment building2)She had a rocky marriage3)some of her jewelry she usually wore are missing.



1You decided to do first......



Check who is connected to your sister..besides you.....



Go to her apartment building....the crime scene!!!!



2

You found out that there was no confirmed time when your sister died...you also learned that the police confirmed your sister's death as suicide because of lack of evidence...you think...?



A.....what a lazy police force........



B. hmm....maybe it was a police officer that did it...because how is there no confirmed time, there is always a confirmed time...plus the police knows what goes on in an investigation, so that officer was sneaky and was careful to push her out of the window, to leave no fingerprints.



C. hmm...maybe she did just killed herself....



D.. hmm...somebody killed her because there is no evidence...so someone just pushed her out of her building...because it probably was a hired murder or something...



3

You decided to take a rest, and went to her apartment building and stay there for a while...you went in and see that her place looked messy...like a tornado just hit it...you think...?



A. How in the world the police thought this was suicide....it looked like somebody forced themselves into her house...



B. hmmm...that's pretty weird for someone who did suicide....



C. Okay...somebody attacked her...but there is not forced entry in her door...so she just let her attacker in??



4

You looked around and saw there were pictures everywhere of her ex-husband ripped in half you checked her phone and saw lots of calls from someone named Ricky, you think?



A. hmm...who is this Ricky...I never heard of him...let's try to find out who he is...



B. Ricky...he did it.....



C. who's Ricky, I never heard of him...oh well it's not important since she did suicide...



D. Well...I have to contact Ricky and have a little chat with him...



5

You found out Ricky was one of your sister's students he called her 24/7...he admitted he had loved her and wanted to marry her, despite the 13 year age difference, you think???



A. Ricky...that's GROSS...you sick man....you do know she's 33...



B. My sister's a teacher....I never knew that....O_0



C. hmm...it must be Ricky because he looks strong, and my sister knew him so when he visited her, she let him in...and Ricky saw pictures of her ex-husband, and thought that was her boyfriend so he got angry and pushed her off the building because he wanted her all to himself...



D. So...if Ricky killed her it can't be a suicide right....



E. It seems that my sister was a really favoirte teacher...but why would she do suicide....Isn't people who are depressed do suicide...



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You suspect it was Ricky...so you decide to....





A. Talk to Ricky more maybe get more information from him...



B. Pressure Ricky into telling that he did killed your sister....



C. Stalk Ricky...see what he is up too...



D. Somehow get him invite you to his house for coffee, and look around...



E. uhh...let's find out more about people who is connected to my sister...



F. It can't be Ricky, because my sister did suicide...even if he is a little sick...



7

While talking to Ricky, he then ask if you want to go to his house...to talk about your sister you say...





A. Sure....(but bring a baseball bat just in case or better yet pepper spray...)



B. uhh...no thanks...



C. okay...I have nothing else to do anyways....



D. Yes!!!



E. NO!!!



8

You went to Ricky's house and saw lot's of pictures of your sister everywhere, even some of her jewelry and clothes you also notice that he lives a block where your sister apartment is...you think???





A. He is the one who did it...why would he have some of her jewelry and clothes...he's a MANIAC...



B. Okay...somebody is a little obsessed with their teacher...



C. hmmm...I should of brought that baseball bat with me...



D. OMG...I sitting right next to my sister's murderer...



E. You know...even it's a crush thing...that's still a little creepy...



F. Ricky seems a bit more suspicious, but let's not jump to conclusions...I'm sure there is an explanation for this, besides he seems nice so he can't kill his own teacher...it must be someone else...



9

You asked Ricky, why do you have some of her clothing and jewelry, and he says...I don't know she just gave it to me...you think?





A. Okay....he is lying....



B. ...........that is weird...so he must of killed her right...



C. hmm...But why would she just give it to you....



D. Wow...he is real bad at lying...



10

You noticed your sister's wedding ring...you told him that, and say she is divorced but she still has pictures of her ex-husband..Ricky then asks you to leave, you think?





A. Well..that was werid...Ricky is the one who did it I know...



B. Okay..........that was short...and weird



C. hmm...that's a little suspicious...why would he ask me to leave all of a sudden...



D. Finally!!!! I thought I would never leave!!!!!!!!!!!God he is crazy...I guess he wanted me to leave, because he found out who picture that was



11

As you leave, you saw someone familiar, your sister's exhusband, you say?





A. Wow...hi...long time no see...I guess you heard that my sister died...well I know who killed her...



B. Hi....



C. Hey.....something bad happened today my sister died...you want to talk for a while..



D. Hey...want to help me destroy this sick man named Ricky!!:)



E. Wow...I never seen you in a long time...so how are you........



12

He says hi...and told you he was doing okay and he was getting married, you think?





A. Wow...great for you....



B. Okay you got over the divorce pretty fast.....



C. Wait what does this have to do with solving my sister's murder....



13

You had a chat with him, he says that he cheated during their mirrage, and told her the same girl he cheated with her, is the one he is getting married to, you think?





A. I should slap you, you pig!!!!!!!



B .....you are sick....more worst than Ricky...



C. hmm...is this is why my sister did suicide because of this EVIL cheating man...



D. okay.....so maybe my sister did suicide....



E. okay.....somehow this sounds a little suspicious...



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He says that he still has feelings towards your sister but he wanted to see new people, he says my sister was okay with that and was glad he is happy and agreed to go to their wedding.





A. OMG...you still love my sister, but want to still get married...you are a sick sick man...



B. Wow...my sister is a very nice and forgiving person...



C. Someone did killed her because why would she say she would go to their wedding...but then commits suicide...that is very suspicious

D. hmm...you are digusting...but why would my sister be all happy about it...didn't she commit suicide...???

E. I'm starting to think...that it isn't Ricky that killed her...





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You then saw his fiancee...some young looking girl staring very coldy at you, she says who is this, you then introduce yourself and she says oh she finally dies huh, you think?





A. Woah....she a little witchy with a b....



B. hmm...I sense jealously...



C. what does this do with my sister's murder....



D. She is very suspicious, I'm starting to think it isn't Ricky...



E. hmm...I probably would talk to her more...she seems very suspicious



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You talk to her she says she never liked my sister she really didn't want her to go to their mirrage, and feels her fiance is going to go back with her.you think?





A. Wow she is very jealous...



B. hmm...I'm starting to think it isn't Ricky no more...



C YOU DID KILLED MY SISTER!!!!!!!!!



D. My sister killed herself...and all you can think of is yourself!!!You don't even feel sorry for her!!!!



E. wow....she is very suspicious, I think she killed my sister for jealously..



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You then saw some piece of paper with some phone number on it, sticking out of her purse, you think?





A. Okay......



B. Wow....



C. You think she is a little suspicious so you memorize the phone number...



D. It's you not Ricky...you are going to be in JAIL FOREVER!!!!



E. I wonder who's phone number is that...



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Later you called the number you hear a man's voice saying hey where's the 5,000 dollars...but I admit I feel sorry for your fiance, he is going to get angry if he finds out, he still loves---





A. Loves....what....my sister.....why did I accidentally just turned off the phone....



B. Hmm...now this is very suspicious....a hired murder....perhaps...



C. Wow she is very evil...more worst than Ricky...

OMG..........



D. grr...I hate my huge ear....always turning off the the phone...



E. I hope it isn't what I think it isn't.........cause she is an EVIL brat!!!!She does not deverse to get married...



F. Oooo I should probably recall the number, but that would make me suspicious......



19

You decided that, that was enough clues...to prove your sister was murder...you think that ______murdered her...





A. RICKY!!! The little sick maniac



B. uhh...I don't know she killed herself...



C. My sister's exhusband's fiancee..she hired some guy and made it look like my sister killed herself...



D. My sister's exhusband



E. hmmm...I don't know....



F. It took me a while..but it was the lady from next door....because she scares me....



20

This isn't going to affect anything but....what do you think of this quiz??





A. Okay and fun!!!:)



B. Boring and weird....



C. okay



D. hi!!!!!



E. Too long....



F. hehehehhehheheehehe I don't know I was lost the whole time, so I chose random things....



G. weird....



H. It was the AWESOMEIST!!! I'm going to leave a comment!!! :D Great job!!!!



I. I don't know, but it was kinda sad...



J. I hated it, it was boring, long, and nothing made sense...>D



Which is most true for you?



A. I am interested in fashion.



B. I like watching funny videos online.





























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Title: Recipe for murder By Author Clare Mishica:

03:56 May 28 2013
Times Read: 342


Tag line: Ingrid Walthrop had cooked up a story to cover her murderous tracks. Unfortunately, she left out an important ingredient.



Police characters: Det. Elliott Mead





The gist: Ingrid's husband was suspicious of her activities and if he found out what she was doing it would make her prenuptial agreement void. (The author never specified what those activities were. She left that up to the reader's imagination.) She decided she would rather be a rich widow than a poor divorcee. Edward came home one rainy day with a bag of groceries and placed them on the table. At that moment Ingrid struck him from behind with a stone vase. She cleaned and bleached the vase. Ingrid took the full grocery bag, stood in the doorway and enacted his 'fall' scattering the groceries. She then dragged his body over to the door and positioned it to look like he had taken the fall, cleaned up the drops of blood on the floor where she had clobbered him, and called 911. When asked if her husband did his own shopping, the grieving widow told police that her husband loved to cook and he was going to try a new cake recipe today.



Crime scene: Their home.



Clues: Edward always wore smooth sole loafers that were slippery in the rain. He had recently twisted his ankle because of those shoes and had been treated for it. When the body was removed there was a puddle of blood under his head, a few scuff marks, and a small packet of vanilla beans. The victims pant legs were wet from the weather and the soles of his shoes were slick. The ME advised that it appeared the victim died as a result of the impact of his head hitting the marble floor.



Suspects: None. This was a staged accident.



Red herrings: None. The author walked us through the story from the wife's eyes. We knew within two sentences that she had killed him.



Solution: When the victim was removed there was a packet of vanilla beans underneath the body. Ingrid had accidentally dragged them beneath Edward's body when she was setting the scene so she couldn't see her mistake.



My two cents: This was presented in an interesting way that we haven't seen before. We knew who the killer was from the get-go; it was just a matter of 'will she get away with it or not'. Supposedly her mentioning the fact that Edward was going to bake a cake today made the detective realize there were vanilla beans under the body. My only form of editing on this piece is I would have left out the baking the cake element as it shouldn't matter what the grocery product was under the body, that is a clue the detective should have picked up on the minute he saw it.


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When I Watched Erotic Story By Paul:......

05:01 May 27 2013
Times Read: 346


A few years ago I moved to England and started living with my Aunt Mandy. My Aunt had a caretaker as she was elderly and disabled. Her caretaker, Jayde was absolutely gorgeous. She made me feel good, and gave me the impression, maybe falsely, that she fancied me. A lot of flirting went on, and she'd often take me into fetish clothing shops or adult bookshops on our walks out together when my Aunt was resting.



Some people could have seen she was leading me on, but I was too flattered and enamored to realize. Being a guy with strong emotions and a highly sensual nature, I realized I was falling for her, but I felt could do nothing about it, as she was so closely involved with caring for my Aunt.



After weeks had past, she suddenly stopped flirting with me, for no reason I ever discovered, and became much cooler. It was too late for me, because by this time I was very attached to her, and every meeting we had would put shudders of desire through me. This situation began to hurt me, because she'd still be flirtatious with other blokes. Mechanics, workmen, people in Mandy's social circle, etc., etc. Anyone, it seemed, except me.

Guys would hone in on her, chatting her up and sniffing around her everywhere we went. She would just let them, and ignore me when they hung around her. Don't know what I'd done to deserve these mind games. She'd even begun to watch my reaction as she flirted with other men. Then she'd ask subtle things afterward. I could tell she did it to see what effect it had had on me. It was turning me on in a way, I can't deny.



One of my most hot memories of her was when my Aunt Mandy needed a new computer. Jayde got a man named Jim to come over, a PC tech, who worked with her company's computers, and was supposed to be good at getting one and set it up for her. Jayde, Aunt Mandy and I were playing scrabble in the lounge when Jim first turned up at Mandy's house. He immediately started flirting with Jayde, giving her loads of suggestive banter and innuendo, which she giggled at, wrinkling her nose like a schoolgirl.



I tried to stop it unsettling me and making me wish I was Jim, getting Jayde's attention in that way, but I couldn't help feeling jealous, which I hid as best I could. Maybe Jayde guessed at my discomfort and enjoyed that, I didn't know. It was the first time I saw her bare feet, too, strangely enough, when Jim turned up. I have a deep fetish for women's feet. She slipped off her socks after she'd let Jim in, and as she padded around the carpets, getting things for him and showing him into the study, I saw they were gorgeous.



My heart was lost to her totally, the moment I saw her shapely feet, with her toe rings and ankleband. The cutest little feet I've ever seen. I didn't know whether Jayde knew much about my secret fetishes, but I knew she'd at least once looked at my web surfing history. I visited mainly housewife sex sites, wife story sites and foot fetish sites. I dunno if she meant to be teasing me, but she was playing up to Jim too, and flirting back to him, and letting us see her pattering up the loft ladder in bare feet, and loudly giggling at his suggestive, dirty remarks to her, in front of me and Aunt Mandy.



When I brought Jim and Jayde some coffee in the study, Jim was sat working at the computer, showing her things on it, etc. She was knelt down by him, resting her arms up on the desk. Of course, Jim had a good eyeful of her firm cleavage in that position; he could see down her top and it was driving me mad.



She pretended to be all businesslike and normal, but I knew what they were doing. I saw the worry on Aunt Mandy's face too. After a while, it was time for me and Aunt Mandy to go out for the afternoon. Jayde had arranged beforehand to stay with Jim and lock up the house when it was her clocking off time. Aunt Mandy and I wouldn't be back until the evening; and it so irked me to leave her alone with Jim, who obviously would love to have his wicked way with her. I had to go, however, Aunt Mandy expected me to.



However, when we got to the cinema, I couldn't relax, wondering what was going on back home. By chance, Aunt Mandy bumped into a friend of hers, and I was able to make a feeble excuse to leave them to chat, and go for a drink on my own, and see Aunt Mandy back home later.



I didn't go the pub, at all. I raced away and jumped in a cab, and told him to take me straight back home. I had to know. Even if I could just peep. The curtains were all shut when I got home, and the house was dark, but the study light was on. I sneaked around the back, carefully put my key in the back kitchen door, and snuck into the kitchen. They were obviously still in the little study; and creeping round the door into the hall, I saw the study door was slightly open, and light was streaming through, into the dark hallway. Voices were heard. Jayde's voice, and Jim's voice. Jayde's voice was squeaking and sighing, and Jim's voice grunting. Oh, no! They weren't, were they?



I had to see. My heart in my mouth, I crept up to the door, and peeped in, doing my best not to be seen or heard. There was the sight I'd been dreading! Jim stood, facing the window, standing over that big, old photocopier, with his pants down, and his hairy ass pumping back and forth. Jayde's tight jeans and panties were draped on the chair at the desk; she'd took them off. Even worse, Jayde's bare legs were clamped around Jim's waist, and her hands came round his back, stroking and clawing at his starched white shirt. Yes, Jim was fucking Jayde!



"Hoohh, Hooooh, Ohhhh!" she cried, and giggled as well, as he humped her. He'd sat Jayde on the photocopier and was fucking shagging her! I shrank back, in utter shock, into the darkness, away to the kitchen, I my hand around my suddenly erect cock, and wanked desperately at it; hating Jim like anything, but I couldn't stop myself being unbearably aroused by the fact that beautiful, sexy, beloved Jayde was being a little tart; betraying me, and degrading herself by letting beardy, pervy old Jim between her legs!



Right there in Mandy's house, where I lived! "So That was the deal ,was it", I thought. She wouldn't shag me, but she would shag a fucking beardy old perv like Jim?? It wasn't fair. Even though Aunt Mandy had said she wouldn't care if I did have a fling with her, Jayde still wouldn't treat me like she treated other men? It was sick, and I felt so hurt and angry, but it was so seedy and horny nevertheless, that I just had to try and accept it by enjoying my submissive position.



I soon poured out my hot sperm into a tissue, while hearing Jim shagging Jayde, and the noises they made echoing all round the bungalow! "Hourgh, Ugh, Ourgh!" Oh, why? Why did she do this when I wanted her so badly?



I hid in the bedroom, peeping out through the gap in the door, and waiting till they went, but they didn't go yet; there was more. It was only half past three, and Jayde wasn't really due to go until five. They started laughing again, and I heard them talking. Jayde said, "I'll show you that CD, just hang on, Jim mate." I saw Jayde come out, with her top rolled up, and the rest of her naked; and I felt a rush of intense desire, seeing her gorgeous body. Her round, ripe little boobs with perfect nipples, and her dark triangle of pubes, and her horny little bubble bum, like a peach, as she went in the lounge and got something from her bag, and then went back to Jim in the study.



Soon, Jim began saying, "What a top woman you are, Jayde! Those pics are getting me hard again!" I had to sneak out again, and have a look. What was going on? Well, peeping in from the dark hall again, I now saw Jim was sat down at the computer again, with a great big erection. Oh fuck, his dick must have been 9 inches long, which was even bigger than my own which I was always proud of. Jayde was crouching next to him, clicking the mouse and showing him a load of pics from a CD of hers. She was reaching with her free hand to caress his knob now and again, as she showed him the pics.



"Oh, God"! I thought, when I glimpsed the pics on the screen. The first ones I glimpsed showed Jayde dressed as a schoolgirl, at some biker rally or party she'd been to, and the revellers were all in fancy dress, messing about and doing silly things; but Jayde was having her bare ass caned! Yes, an old rocker dressed as a schoolmaster had her bent over, knickers down, and whacking his cane across her bare bottom! I was shocked and stunned, but oddly excited. It was just so strange and dirty for me to see, I couldn't help feeling highly aroused. In other pics, some bull dyke of a woman, among other people too, were licking at Jayde's bared tits, or fondling her bottom. The guys were stripping her off, showing her tits to the camera, and in one pic, two guys were even pulling her bumcheeks apart,and one guy had a feather tickling her asshole!



Jim said, "So, do you take it up there then, Jayde?" She giggled, and said, "Well, I have sometimes; not really though." Jim said, "Well, how about if I let Mandy have the computer for half price, If you give up your sexy little bottom for the rude desires of this dirty old man?" He slapped her bum, making Jayde yelp and say, "No, I couldn't!" But Jim wrestled her down, over his knee, and began smacking her bum, to make her agree! She was laughing and yelping, as he held her down and really smacked her quivering bum hard, pausing to open it and look at her bumhole before carrying on the spanking. Jayde's sexy bare feet waved and flexed in the air, as her bare little bum got smacked!



"Ooohhh! Owwww!" she went! I saw her fanny and asshole, when he opened her bum. Her creased, broad, dark starfish, which I'd always wanted to see, along with her half shaven, sweet pussy mound. They were on view, but not for me. The pair of bastards! He was going, "You will, you will! You will give me your bum, Jayde, won't you?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Won't you, Jayde?" Eventually, she gave in. "Yes, I'll do it!", she went, "You know I will! I just wanted to be spanked first! Hee hee hee!" Suddenly, Jayde got up again, and positioned herself at the computer, with Jim sitting behind her. She put some lube or something on to his cock, letting her fingers reach back and tease his shaft as they applied the coating of whatever it was. Then, she bent forward, her arms reaching right back. She grabbed her buttocks, and spread them wide, wide open. Then she slowly settled herself with her bumhole touching the end of Jim's Dick!



"Aaaah, yes, at last!" Jim exclaimed, "Up your ass, Jayde, come on!" She began wiggling her bum, down onto his Dick; and she giggled, "Hee hee hee!", as his big purple knob buttonholed itself just inside her twitching brown bumhole! "Oh, no, Oh, no..", I thought, feeling sick but grabbing my crotch again in jealous excitement, as Jim sat there grinning and introducing his big veiny prick up the ass of the woman I adored! My heart was almost breaking to see this, but my cock throbbed hard despite it!



She soon had his shaft almost completely up her bum, and they began a slow, lewd movement, Jim sitting in the chair and Jayde crouching over him, slowly moving herself up and down. Her bumhole was being dragged slowly up his shaft when she began the upstrokes. She carried on showing him the pics of the kinky things she'd done with others at wild parties etc., as he bummed her. How horrible it was for me, to see sweet kind, caring Jayde, laughing as she took Jim's big horrible Dick right up her ass!



She giggled and encouraged Jim, as he enjoyed her ass and lusted at the dirty pics of her. His Dick throbbed there like a nasty monster, and Jayde paid homage to his massive cock with her sweet little bum. Whenever a particularly rude pic came onscreen, Jim's cock would twitch, and the veins would show prominently for a second, before Jayde crouched again, engulfing his manhood in her gorgeous, sacred asshole! He was going "Aaaah, yeah! I knew I'd get you and your bum one day, Jayde!" and his hands roved over her body, often squeezing and pulling her tits, or spreading her ass to watch his own Dick invading her bum, so eagerly!



The pics were shocking. Some showed Jayde indulging in BDSM with people, tied to bondage frames and whipped, and having nipple clamps and electric wands used on her and everything. Another set showed her being gangbanged, really romped hard around a room by a group of guys, and spunked all over. The photos at the end of this set, showing her smiling face in the centre of a circle of cocks, are still clear in my memory today. Still more showed her in lesbian spanking games with a gang of women, using canes, whips, belts and paddles, and all kinds of sex toys on each other. I had to back away for a minute, to compose myself and try and stay quiet.



When I looked again, I was just in time, to see Jim orgasm! He growled, "Now then little dirty Jayde, I'm just about to fill up your bottom!!" Jayde went "Oohhh!" in glee, and looked at him over her shoulder, bucking her bum slightly up and down, and encouraged him, sticking her little witchy chin out and flashing her sexy eyes, saying "Uurgh, go on then, do it up my ass! Bloody lovely, mate!" And he did. Jim growled again, and his shaft pulsated, embedded right up Jayde's bum. Jayde's sexy toes curled in pleasure on the study carpet!



Big dirty Jim was shooting out all his lust deep up her chocolate starfish, and Jayde actually encouraged this dirty old man to do it to her! She smiled back at him, squeezing her bum tight on his Dick, and she lustily said "Oooohhh, Jayde rides again and Jayde's addicted!" She slowly gyrated her ass around, milking out all his hot load into her bum, and his cock pulsed and throbbed, spurting it all up Jayde's bum! At that, I just had to go, and slipped out into the dark garden outside again.



There I frantically wanked myself off in both misery and sexual ecstasy! Soon, the bathroom light went on, and I heard them in the shower, with Jayde still giggling as Jim did whatever other dirty things he did to her! I went the local pub, and calmed myself with a stiff drink or five. I only returned when they'd gone, after six o'clock.



Of course I couldn't tell Aunt Mandy what I'd seen, and she'd never believe me anyway. All was strangely normal again afterwards. Jayde always pretended nothing had happened, and played the sweet, respectable caretaker ever after. At least, until the next time I saw her being naughty!



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True Pleasure Erotic Story By Tanya A True Story:....

04:54 May 27 2013
Times Read: 348


I thought about seeing him all day. After hours of torturing myself with responsibilities and errands I finally went home and ran a tub of hot bath water. As I squirted the Oil of Olay "Quench" body wash in the water, I laughed as I thought of my thirst for his cock being quenched by his cum squirting on my tongue. I undressed and looked in the mirror and noticed how pink my nipples were and how my h-cup tits looked swollen and tighter.



I have lost some weight, and hope that when I lose more that my boobs don't get smaller. I am always self- conscious seeing myself naked but I was so horny that I assured myself that at least I was proportionate and still had a womanly shape, and I am only as sexy as I feel.



Listening to my lust instead of my head, I lowered myself into the hot water. I flinched a little as my swollen clit was the first part of me to touch the hot, wet water. I rubbed the soapy bubbles all over me and the aroma reminded me of the same "Quench" lotion I wore almost every time I saw him.

As I rubbed the slick sweet soap on my breasts I imagined he was fucking my tits with his hard wide cock. I pinched my nipples as I washed them and after they were rinsed, I had the sudden urge to lick my hard pink nipple and see what it tasted like. It wasn't difficult to get to; I cupped my hand around part of my breast and felt the weight and the soft jiggly flesh and stuck out my tongue.



The little bumpy brown area felt really good on my tongue. I swirled it around and flicked my erect nipple and tugged at it slightly with a suck. I stopped there to save the sucking for him. He does it soooo good anyway…. I squirted some of the white creamy body wash on the top of my pussy next. It felt so good to finally touch it. The hair on the top feels so good on my fingers when it's all soapy.



My fingers slid around easily on my pussy lips because they are shaved smooth and slick. My clit was sticking out above my full and plump pussy lips and my fingers touched it with every stroke I made with my soapy hand. Whew, I had to stop, but not before I stuck my finger inside the opening. I wanted to be sure it was fresh and clean. When I raised my hand out of the water I was glad to see that the water hadn't washed the juice off my finger. Mmm, it tasted sweet and fresh and made me want to taste his cum. It was thicker and always hot and always a lot of it.



Next, I shaved my legs and soaped up my feet, and slid my fingers between my toes. I scrubbed my feet with the soft brush and was imaging how my feet would look in those sandals he likes with my painted toenails.



Well, time was getting away from me. I hadn't even called him to tell him I was coming for sure. I rinsed off in cold water, and dried off as quickly as I could. I was in such a hurry to get over there, I didn't even fix my hair, I just took out the clip and let my hair fall down on my shoulders, the hot steam made soft brown curls so I just tossed it around with my fingers and let it go. I thought of how it felt when he held my long hair as I sucked his cock I never even told him that I secretly had wished for someone to do that he just did it one day. Not too hard but not to easy either.



I slipped on my hose and grabbed my heels and rushed out the door feeling sexy and so horny and anticipating the evening. On the way over I put on some lip-gloss but my cheeks were flushed red so I didn't need any blush. I looked down at my cleavage and noticed that my chest and the tops of my tits were red too. I knew then that he would be able to see right away how horny I was. When I called him I could tell he wasn't really expecting me to come, and he said he would get in the shower. I thought maybe he might leave the door unlocked and I could go in and surprise him in the shower.



I was surprised to find him still working, he looked up with those beautiful blue eyes and smiled. It was nice to just go immediately to him and feel his body with a warm hug. He said he was hot and sweaty and I replied that I didn't care, that's the way I liked it. He is always sexy, even when he's working. Once I saw him working in a one- piece blue uniform/suit for painting or something and was so turned on. I never knew I would be. I just wanted to unzip it and expose his chest and see his big cock sticking out of the opening in the cloth.



My mouth watered that day thinking of it; hard but with its soft meaty head. I pictured him holding it with his hand sliding up and down his cock as he rubs it on my face and on my lips. I long for the plump, purplish head to pass my lips. When it does I suck passionately on the tip as if the sweet cum inside was a drop of rain in a drought.



Again today He looks so sexy and fit. He always fills out everything nicely, not too skinny and not too big, just right. He has just the right amount of muscle and softness, too. Lean and tone but big enough to make you feel like somebody's got you when they hold you. He takes care of himself and always looks distinguished and smooth; like a man who knows what he wants. His grey hair just sets off anything he wears, and makes the blue in his eyes stand out even more. His hair feels so nice too, thick and short and soft. I love to run my fingers through it.



I am breathing deeper and feeling the fever that's burning all over me as we walk up the steps and he is following closely behind me. I cant wait to have him all to myself, I am wondering if I will hold back again or if I will just let go and do all the things I want to do, completely and wildly uninhibited.



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Fantasy on the 11th Floor Erotic Story By Arnie:...

04:50 May 27 2013
Times Read: 349


Living on the condo’s eleventh floor affords me a grand view of the twenty two story complex directly across my street. On most nights you can see most of the windows curtain covered with their light shining through. Occasionally I will just glance out at some the apartments to observe briefly people moving around in their living rooms, watching television, or working on their computers.



I’ve never noticed anything unusual in the three years since I’ve been living here, until tonight. Just by chance I happened to see what appeared to be a naked human form in one room. I decided to grab my binoculars for a closer look even though part of me was thinking I was to become an unethical voyeur, or pervert about to invade someone’s private domain. I focused on the window to enhance my view of a completely naked woman. She seemed rather young with long and intense red colored hair which hung all the way down her back.

She was standing sideways looking in a mirror and gently rocking. What was she up to, I wondered? Then I saw she was clutching a blue colored object down by her crotch. “Oh my lord – it’s a dildo”, I spoke aloud to myself. “She’s masturbating in front of a mirror”. I watched as she seemed to slowly push the dildo in and out with one hand and caress her breast with the other. Occasionally she maneuvered her hand around her ass and then back up to her breast again. I kept watching this slow moving scenario for about ten minutes more and now I too was becoming aroused as my hard cock began to ache inside my pants.



Then she lifted her head up toward the ceiling and I could see her actually moaning as she quickened her thrusts. Then all at once she stopped, and to my surprise suddenly turned directly towards the window- walking straight ahead in my view. I could clearly see her beautiful young nude form with her red pubic and facial hair, nicely rounded shaped breasts, perfectly proportioned hips as she reached for the curtains and closed them. It was all over.



I sat on my bed contemplating what I just saw, as my whole body was flushed with erotic fever and my rock hard cock was begging for some release. “Maybe I should try and find her”, I thought. “No – she’ll be either embarrassed or ticked off that some idiot lowlife male pervert was watching her.”



My curiosity wouldn’t let it go, and I decided to perhaps find out then and there who she was. I looked out and counted up to the window – “Eleventh floor, it’s just one apartment beside the elevator”, I deduced.



I walked out to her condo and went inside the elevator up to number eleven. I walked to her door shivering with erotic energy knowing she was just inside. “1146” was the number on the door. I didn’t have enough guts to knock and so retreated back down the elevator. The directory in the lobby register read “#1146 C. Danton”. “I’ll go back and look her up in the phone book”, I then plotted. My finger moved anxiously down the page in the phone book back in my room, and there it was – C. Danton 15th Avenue APT. 1146.



I dialed the phone number– she answered. “Hello – Ahh Cathy here”, she answered in a flustered tone. “Well hello”, I replied nervously. “Who is this?” she inquired. “You don’t know me – I’m a young guy that lives in the condo just across the street”, I said. After a few seconds of silence I continued, “You had your curtains open, and well I... I just saw you.”



“Oh shit, how much-what did you see?” she frantically asked. I decided to make my reply sound as calm and complimentary as possible to see if I could perhaps get invited up to her place and meet with her. “I saw your gorgeous young body as you worked your sex toy bringing you to the point of pure self ecstasy, when you suddenly went over and shut the curtains. You were very beautiful to watch, and right now as a result I must admit, you turned me on and I am a bit aroused by the whole thing.



Any chance I can meet up with you?” I expected at this point that she would hang up. “How old are you?” she asked. “Twenty-four”, I replied. “Describe yourself – No wait- Perhaps I could have a good look at you. What floor- window are you?”, she inquired. “I’m on floor 11, a small window across and to the left of yours. I’ll put on my speakerphone and go over and wave to you.”



Excited, I grabbed my binoculars and headed to the window waving and watching. She opened her curtain and looked at me through her binoculars while standing there still completely nude. “Oh there you are”, she said and waved her arm. “You look good.” I sheepishly smiled. “Now listen to me carefully. I want you to go put away your binoculars and take off your shirt”, she demanded. I complied and faced out the window towards her. “Nice, but can you find some better light so I can see you?”, she asked. I grabbed a desk lamp and set it up on the window ledge and aimed it at myself.



“That’s really good now. O.K. So now take off your pants, but leave your underwear on. You do wear underwear, don’t you?”, she asked. “Yes”, I replied undoing my belt buckle and removed my jeans. My rock hard and thick cock formed a very obvious protruding shape under my skimpy underpants, unsuccessfully trying to hide my highly erotic state. “You ARE horny – aren’t you my big boy!”, she said quite warmly and laughing in her phone.



She continued, “now turn right around and just pull off those undershorts so I can see your nice ass”. I was happy to play her game and doing as requested I was quite relieved to discard them as my now throbbing full sized cock relished in its freedom by rising out into the open air of my room, still hidden away from Cathy’s view.



“Ahhh – nice now put both your hands on your ass cheeks and move them around”, she instructed me further. “All Right!” she quite happily exclaimed as I followed her instructions all the while feeling as if my erotic peak was still further gaining momentum and heading towards its limit. “Now turn sideways so I can see what you’ve got”.



Exposing myself now to her, slightly embarrassed I turned as she requested. “Gosh – that’s a REALLY big boy you have there. I’ll tell you what-let’s have some fun! Do as I say –o.k.? Pretend I’m giving you the hottest blowjob of your life. Do you have any lube around?”, she asked. “I could grab some baby oil”, I replied.” “Go and get it – I’ll wait”, she added, and I went into the bathroom and returned resuming my position clutching the bottle of oil. “Now grab the base of your nice big boy with your left hand and squeeze.” I complied making my cock appear absolutely huge and flushed. “Oh Man – that’s good!



Now imagine my lips and tongue surrounding your cock-head. Put some lube in your other hand and rub it all around on top there”. I continued following her instructions, feeling my juices pressurizing inside me. “Now I’m sucking really hard and swallowing your cock and taking it in and out– so go down slowly - up slowly, – down slowly – up slowly. Mmmm that’s excellent big boy, fill me up. I want to swallow all of you,– down slowly – up slowly”.



While she instructed me, I pumped my right lubed hand up and down my hard shaft. I had to stop, shouting – “I’m going to cum in your mouth any second!”, as I reached the edge just on the verge of exploding. “Wait!” she said. What apartment are you in?” “1132”, I replied. “I’ll be right over and we’ll finish this together O.K.? Wait for me” and she hung up.



I couldn’t believe she was coming over to my place. I became nervous and anxious and stood by the door in anticipation of her arrival. My cock was throbbing, lubed and primed to the maximum. I yearned to run my hands through her long red hair and ready to fill her mouth with every drop of cum I could give.



The knock at the door sounded, and looking through the peephole I gazed at her exquisite young face and frazzled red hair. I opened the door and she entered wearing a long coat. She leaned against the closed door behind her, breathing quite heavily while staring at me. Silently she smiled to look me over from head to toe while I stood standing naked, waiting and yearning just to enter her mouth.



Her hands undid the coat buttons revealing her naked young, flushed body, while her feet kicked off her shoes. Clutching a small package in one hand she then threw her coat on the floor. Unwrapping the condom package, she then grabbed my cock to bring me closer.



Staring directly in my eyes she said “Cum now big boy –you can cum and fill me up” and she grabbed my ass quickly inserting my now condom wrapped cock inside her. She was definitely in control gripping my cock with one hand as her body pulsed and thrusted in and out of her red haired domain -slowly at first and then quicker. After only a couple of minutes I groaned and she felt my juices intensely gush and penetrated her beautiful body.



She lifted her head and repeatedly moaned in her pleasure and it seemed that every single muscle in her body convulsed as we both came together. Her hands still clutching my cock and ass, she held me firm and close to her for a few quiet minutes.



“Oh Yeah. that is what I really like”, she said breathing heavily. She pushed me out. The condom was so full, I needed to go get cleaned up quickly. “I’ll be right back”, I said heading to the washroom, and then I heard the sound of the door shutting, and ran to see that she had quickly vanished. “Could this be a dream or an episode of The Twilight Zone?”, I wondered.



I ran to the window and watched her crossing the street entering her condo. I anxiously dialed her phone number five minutes later. “Hello, Cathy here”, she answered. “Hello”, I replied and she cut in immediately, “What’s your name?” “Brian”, I said. “Brian – you fulfilled my greatest fantasy, but don’t ever call me again.”



My heart sank. She continued, “It was really quite grand – you have such a nice and fulfilling big boy there, and you’ll make many girls very happy. And just so you know by the way, you were so much better than the guy on the 13th floor I tried out last week.”



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Tongues of Flame Erotic Story By Jessica :.....

04:42 May 27 2013
Times Read: 350


The open fire danced joyfully about its confines, the flames hungrily devouring the logs, slowly consuming them. Mikayla watched entranced by the frolicking flames.



Her soft blue eyes mesmerized. The soft warm rug beneath her felt good against her naked flesh. Her eyes twinkled as she sipped at her glass of red wine. Her eyes moved from the flames to her lover who lay beside her on his back.



The fiery flames casting flickering shadows across his body. She let her eyes wander over him, taking a journey of delectable delight across his body. Seeing him lying there, naked, bathing in the warm glow of the fire aroused her.



She knew that her lovers eyes were upon her. Her heart fluttered as she felt his fingers brush against her leg. He rolled over to face her. His fingers tracing along her spine sending shivers of delight through her body. She smiled as he buried his face in her breasts. His tongue gently sliding across her flesh.

His fingertips slowly made their way along her side, her heart beat slightly harder as goosebumps erupted in a trail behind them. He rolled her onto her back. The soft plush rug beneath her catching her. She loved the intimacy, the soft gentle strokes of his finger tips against her flesh, the warm kisses of his lips upon her body, slowly he moved about her, every inch of flesh set afire by his touch, every inch of flesh enveloped by his loving kiss. Her heart beat harder with anticipation. His lips encased her nipple, her breath quivered with delight.



She could feel the lustful desire burning at her body, devouring her. His tongue flicked about her nipple, the pleasure of the act stimulating her more and more. Slowly his lips moved down her breast. Her heart pounding as his tongue traced down her stomach. Her flesh tingled as inched ever closer towards her.



The first thing that she felt was his hot breath washing over her, sending an inferno of pleasure roaring through her body. But that was nothing in compare to the moment his lips pressed against hers. A deep gasp of air filled her lungs as she felt his tongue pressed against her clitoris. Her lover moaned ever so slightly, the vibrations of lips tingling at her as his tongue slid back and forth. Passionately he kissed upon her, she rubbed her fingers through his hair as his tongue danced across her pleasure zones. Her heart beating harder and harder with every stroke of his tantalizing tongue. Her body quivered. The pleasure was intense, she threw out her arms and clutched upon the soft rug that lay beneath her her fingers entwined with fabric. His tongue danced faster and faster, more and more vigor, the passion rolling through her body, the desire consuming her flesh, the immense pleasure welling up inside of her.



Moan after moan escaped from her lips as he embraced her, his lips pressed against hers, his tongue consuming her clitoris. Fire burned through her body. Her heart beat strongly in her chest her flesh tingled, her muscles tensing more and more, the blood roaring in her ears. Euphoric delight gripped her body tightly, refusing to let go as she rushed towards the nirvana of orgasmic bliss.



Her eyes rolled as it happened. The orgasm came powerfully, shuddering through her shaking body, her muscles convulsing as she came hard. 'Oh fuck,' Mikayla screamed as she came. Her energy stores depleted, her body relaxed, she felt she was floating upon a cloud as she lay there. Her lover relinquishing his vigorous dance to a slow gentle waltz. His gentle lovers kiss bringing a contented smile upon her lips as she lay there enjoying the pampering, each time that his tongue performed another step of the dance, another wave of pleasure rolled through her body.



She had barely come down from the heavens as she felt herself rising once more. Felt her flesh tingling, her muscles quivering. She gasped as his finger slid inside of her tight wet pussy. An explosion of pleasure ripping through her body. She moaned a heavenly moan as his finger pressed against her spot, the spot that sent a feeling rocketing through her flesh that no words could describe. A scream of bliss erupted from deep within her as he sucked her clitoris into his hot wet mouth, his soft lips pinching it as his tongue rolled gloriously across it sending a constant buzz of pleasure throughout her entirety. His fingers slid back and forth each time his tips thrusting upon her spot then receding only to rush up once more and steal one more embrace.



The pleasure was insane. Her body had not enough room to store it, venting the excess in orgasmic scream that filled the room. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper he thrust, faster and faster he pressed against her spot, her flesh burned as his tongue flicked rapidly across her clitoris, the pressure building. Her screams of pleasure ringing in her ears. Her muscles tightened. She clutched upon the rug tightly her knuckles turning white. Her back arched as all of the muscles in her body tensed. She could feel her pussy clenching hard against his fingers, the fingers that she could feel sliding in and out of her, she could feel every tiny detail, every tiny movement, a bigger explosion roaring through her body every time he jammed upon her spot. His tongue rolling unendingly across her clitoris. Her screams increasing with every moment. Her heart beating so hard that she felt that it would explode. Her flesh burning and tingling. She teetered upon the brink of the orgasmic abyss.



Her body screaming at her to leap in head first and plunge into the depths of oblivion. Then it happened. Her body caught in the most powerful grip that she had ever experienced, her heart exploding, her flesh a raging inferno as the orgasm tore throughout her. Every fiber of her being shaken to the core by the powerful orgasm. Her scream unending as her body quivered her insides contracting to the point of explosion.



Rolling on and on like a set of waves, back and forth the orgasm rolled through her body, unending, unabated. Her head swam, she felt as though she would pass out as the pleasure rolled through her flesh. The orgasm devouring her, consuming her, the sensations enveloping her as she squirmed upon the floor her body trying desperately to release the extreme sensory overload that gripped at her, tore at her. Slowly the feeling receded, slowly the orgasmic bliss sated her desire. Oh how she loved her lovers tongues of flame.



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Homecoming:.....

04:38 May 27 2013
Times Read: 351


I awoke to the sun s yellow beam casting a strip over my body like a highlighter on a sheet of paper. It was going to be an incredible summer day. I lay there naked in the warmth of the morning sun happy to have the day off.



Work had been extremely stressful lately. My new boss was a real bitch; she had been making my life hell since her promotion. But it was a beautiful morning, I had the day off and John was coming home today. So I pushed thoughts of work aside and focused on enjoying the beauty of the day and my plan for John's homecoming as I stroked my stomach with my hands.



The touch woke my skin and my thoughts turned erotic. I found myself suddenly aroused. My nipples were erect and my pussy was beckoning my fingers when the chirp of my cell phone interrupted the moment. It was Sarah, the masseuse, who I had hired confirming the time she needed to be at the house this afternoon for her part of my husband John's homecoming surprise.

As I turned to replace the phone on the bedside table I noticed the time glowing green on the clock. This little interlude would have to wait; I needed to get going. I swung my legs out over the edge of the bed and stepped onto the carpet. I rose and stretched on my way to close the bedroom window before I went to the bathroom. I was naked and the blinds were up but no one was likely to see me since the only thing behind our house was a lake. Besides, part of me found it exciting that a passing boater might get a glimpse of me naked.



That thought only added to my heightened state of arousal precipitated by touching myself combined with the thought of my plans for today. I waited for the shower water to warm standing in front of the full length bathroom mirror. I still looked pretty good for a woman of almost 50. At 5' 7" and 145 pounds, I didn't have my incredible college figure anymore but I certainly hadn't let myself go either.



I stepped into the shower thinking about my plans for John's homecoming. As I went over each detail I got more and more aroused, and although they were fueling my current aroused state they were also causing me some anxiety and nervousness. Surely, all the elements would have the desired effect since I had painstakingly thought about each detail over the last few months.



The only question was would I have the nerve to do all I had planned and how would John react. I had never done anything like this; John was always the one who planned our erotic little adventures. They were always incredible; I enjoyed the surprise and was always the recipient and focus of his attention and gifts. All that would change today; it would be his day to receive. I was going to make it an afternoon and evening he would never forget. However, his plane landed in seven short hours and I had a lot to do so I pushed the all the worry out of my mind, shut off the water and stepped from the shower.



I toweled off quickly, brushed my hair and teeth, and moved to the closet for some clothes. I pulled a pair of shorts from the shelf and a T-shirt from the drawer, no need for a bra or panties where I was going. As I moved through the house toward the kitchen and my car keys, my mind was racing with thoughts of all the things that I needed to do, but my appointment was in 45 minutes and it was downtown, I could think about this in the car.



I arrived at the spa only minutes before my 9 am appointment. I had scheduled the bikini wax first as I thought it best to get the painful part of the preparation out of the way before I pampered myself a little. I asked the cosmetologist to leave a landing strip this time since it was something John had mentioned he thought might be sexy. As painful as these visits were I knew John really appreciated my clean pussy when he kissed, licked and sucked it, besides I was ultimately the beneficiary so a few minutes of pain was well worth the gain.



Next, I was off to the salon for a mani and a pedi. Then a quick haircut and style. A glanced in the mirror as I confirmed that I had the look I wanted. On the way home, I called John's cell phone to make sure his plane was on time. It went right to voicemail so I knew he was airborne. I clicked off and sped home.



When I got home, I spent the next couple of hours organizing, writing the all-important note for the door, and laying out my outfits as well as his. As I passed through the kitchen, I noticed the clock on the microwave glowing 2:30. I hurried to the bathroom, stripped and jumped into the shower again.



As I applied the body wash I found my hands spending more time on my 36D breasts than was necessary causing my nipples to become erect and hard. I resisted temptation to play with them earlier but this time I couldn't help myself. I rubbed and pinched them until I was thoroughly aroused. I dabbed more body wash on my hand and applied it to my new landing strip and somehow it glided down to my labia. I guess that's why they call it a landing strip, I thought.



I massaged my labia, parted my lips, pulled back my mound and touched my clitoris. Shock waves shot through my body. I continued to rub and stroke my clit with one hand as I caressed my breasts with the other. I climaxed in minutes! It felt good to get some relief from the constant state of arousal I had been in all day. Perhaps now I would be able to hold my hormones in check long enough to see my plan to its conclusion.



So I shaved my legs, shut off the water and stepped from the shower. I dried, applied the lotion John loved and moved to the bedroom to put on my first outfit. I was just about dressed when my cell phone rang. I was so lost in thought that I jumped and my voice cracked as I answered. It was John. He immediately asked if I was OK and I responded that I was fine. He was on his way home; he landed 20 minutes ago and was just leaving the airport parking lot. He would be home in 30 minutes.



My nerves kicked in. I was committed, there was no turning back. What would he think of me, would it change anything between us? Although I was sure he would love it, a small part of me worried that he might think it and me to be a little slutty. I was pulling the tight low cut, white top over my sheer bullet bra just as the doorbell rang. I quickly tucked it into the skintight black mini skirt that barely covered my red garter belt and the top of my nylons. I ran down the hall to the front door and opened it wide to find Sarah, the masseuse, with her table. She just stood there with her mouth agape. When she finally spoke she said WOW! John is a lucky man; you look incredibly sexy.



I closed the door, noticing she had parked in front of the neighbor's house as requested. I showed her to the office and pointed to the spot where I thought it would work best for her to set up and left the room. I moved quickly down the hall to our bedroom, put on my red 5" stiletto the heels and gathered the other items I would need when John finally walked in the door from the garage. Just as I was moving past the door to the garage, it opened. I stood breathlessly waiting for John's response to the note on the door and me.



John stepped through the door with a wide smile. Welcome home I said and gently kissed him; he dropped his bag with a thud and hugged me tightly, kissing me back deeply. As much as I wanted him right there, I had to resist. I pulled back and commanded him to strip naked where he stood. He looked at me puzzled but obliged. He was now completely naked and his fully engorged cock was bouncing with every beat of his heart. I handed him a thong that I had purchased especially for this occasion. It was comical trying to see him get it over his cock; we both laughed which helped me relax a little. As he put on the black robe I had for him, I pulled a blindfold from the drawer behind me and placed it over his eyes. When I was satisfied he couldn't see I led him down the hall to the office.



As we approached the office, I noticed the wonderful scent of candles burning and the sound of soft music playing. Sarah had added these romantic touches on her own and it was going to earn her an extra big tip. I led John to the table, pulled the robe away from his front and helped him lie face down on the table. I leaned over and whispered, enjoy and left the room without another word, leaving the door slightly ajar. For the next hour, Sarah treated John to a full body massage. I used the time to complete bedroom preparations although I could not resist checking back occasionally to make sure Sarah wasn't massaging every part of my vulnerable husband's body. Each time I checked, she seemed to be going about her business professionally, although on one occasion when I peeked I saw her brush his cock with her breasts as she reached across his body to massage his opposite side.



I smiled, thinking that is just what I would want to do if it were me. I'm sure she just wanted to see how big he got and how quickly he grew. John's cock did not disappoint, it pushed the thong up almost instantly. Although her back was to me I was sure she was surprised at his size and perhaps jealous and tempted to touch or even kiss him through it, but she didn't, this time. I couldn't help but wonder about other times when I wasn't spying as I moved away from the door. After an hour, Sarah stepped from the office and announced she was done. I was in the kitchen getting the bowl I would need later. I thanked her and asked if she could come by tomorrow for her things. She said sure and I led her to the front door. As she left she said you are a lucky woman and he is a lucky man. By the way, next time you want to do this I will give each of you massages for nothing if I can join you in what undoubtedly come next.



I closed the front door, smiling at her comment as I made my way back to the office. As exciting as it was for me to think about being with a woman I could not image sharing John with her or any woman. John was lying on his back in nothing but his thong, still blindfolded an apparently so relaxed that he was between consciousness and sleep. I leaned in to kiss him using my tongue to part his lips and encourage his mouth open.



At first, he didn't stir but I continued kissing his mouth, face and ears. Shortly, he was stirring and his thong was stretched away from his pelvis. He reached to pull my hand to his cock but I pulled it back, "All in good time my love." I helped him sit and swing his legs off the table. I pulled his arms to help him stand. Once he was standing and stable I led him down the hall to our bedroom and our bed. Once in the bedroom I positioned him next to the bed and whispered for him to sit. He was right on the edge of the bed so I nudged him gently as I asked him to move further onto the bed that I had covered in a satin sheet. He was sitting so I pushed against his chest and commanded him to lie back.



As he lay down I slid my fingers into the waistband of his thong and slid it down his legs and off his body. He was now lying totally naked in the center of our bed. I moved quickly to the foot of the bed, grabbed his left ankle and pulled it to the bottom corner of the bed. Once it was in place I wrapped the under bed restraint around it and secured the Velcro strap. I repeated the process with his other ankle and his wrists until he was securely tied to the bed. This activity and the sight of his naked body and his engorged cock had made my pussy dripping wet.



I decided to take full advantage by adding a new component to my plans. I raised one leg onto the bed giving me full access to my pussy, drug my fingers across my labia, and inserted them into my sopping vagina. With my juices dripping from my fingers I rubbed them on John's lips. His mouth flew open and eagerly sucked my fingers into his mouth. As soon as I withdrew them he begged me for more. Although this was a spur of the moment addition to my plans it felt so good and I was so turned on by it that I decided to reward him several more times, each time swirling my finger inside his mouth and across his lips as he sucked the pussy juice from my fingers.



Suddenly I decided it was time to revert back to the plan. I lowered my leg and stood there quietly enjoying the sight of John's cock jumping in harmony with his racing heartbeat. Leaning down I began to use my tongue and teeth on his nipples sucking, licking, and biting. I decided to multitask while working on his nipples so I reached down and began to rub his balls and throbbing cock. Unable to resist the temptation of his cock any longer I climbed on the bed and positioned my mouth over his cock while I continued to rub and pinch his hard erect nipples. As soon as I could felt him about to cum I stopped. I really wanted to taste his hot cum and drink it all down, but I had a plan and I had to stick to it.



I got up and off the bed and walked to the door to leave the room. As I did, I turned and paused for a moment to watch his reaction. He was breathing hard, almost panting, arching his back, tugging at the Velcro with his feet and hands and calling out for me to return. I loved this; if possible, this was going better than I could have imagined. I enjoyed the show for a couple of minutes before I moved to the bathroom to prepare for the next chapter.



I intentionally took more time in the bathroom than was necessary just to heighten the anticipation but eventually I reentered the bedroom, leaned over, and removed his blindfold. John's eyes flew wide as he saw me for the first time since he arrived home. I had changed and had covered my sheer bullet bra, the red garter belt, nylons and stiletto heels with only a sheer pink robe. I untied the robe slowly and let it slide to the floor. He was admiring this outfit with his eyes as his lips were telling me how sexy I was.



I posed and turned allowing him to enjoy the sight for a few moments before I turned and slowly walked back to the bathroom. Minutes later I returned with a bowl of hot water a washcloth, a pubic trimmer, shaving cream, and a razor. I used the trimmer to cut his pubic hair to the nub before I applied shaving cream to his cock and balls and shave him totally bare. Satisfied with my work I used the warm washcloth wipe the shaving cream from his body. With the task completed I leaned in, stroked his cock with my tongue, and kissed its head before I left the room again. I returned to his shaved balls and erect cock now dripping with pre-cum. I marvel at his size, I always thought he was big, but with no hair, he looks almost too big for my mouth, but hopefully not my pussy.



I climbed on the bed and straddle him in the 69 position. Conveniently, I am wearing no panties under my garter so he has an unobstructed view of my clean bare pussy. I paused, to continue the tease before I back my swollen, dripping pussy onto his face and over his mouth, which moments earlier he had been using to beg for my pussy. I had been building up to this all day and I almost explode as he nuzzles his tongue up and down and across my vaginal lips expertly working to find the perfect spot. I move my body to increase the joy from his tongues licking and flicking movements.



Simultaneously, I wet my hand and begin to stroke his cock as I lower my mouth and begin to lick and suck his balls, purposely avoiding his cock for the moment. He struggles to grab my ass but he is bound. I am in total control and he is my helpless submissive. I I move my tongue up the front of his balls and across the shaft of his cock before I swallow his steely throbbing pre-cum soaked his cock. I slowly move my mouth up and down as he moans while never losing contact with my pussy with his mouth.



I continue relentlessly licking and sucking until I feel his cock beginning to pulsate signaling he is just about to pump his hot white cum into my mouth so I stop and pull off sucking hard as I get to the top so it creates a pop. He is writhing now and begging me for more but I just turn smile and kiss him passionately, long deep, and hard. Despite me acting in total control, I am ready to cum too. I rolled off him and reached into the bedside table to remove my favorite vibrator. I tease his nipples with it at first but then I lie back, directly in his field of vision, and begin to use it on myself. I moved the vibrator slowly, carefully and instructively until I lose control and orgasm while he lies there unable to move panting with excitement and begging for my pussy any way he can get it. It is exactly the reaction I had hoped for.



I smile at him as I lie in the bliss of my orgasm listening to the vibrator which is still purring between my legs. I sat up, turned it off, and am overcome by his pulsating cock that is dripping with pre-cum. John cock has never looked bigger, harder or more inviting. Energized from my orgasm I straddled him while still wearing my nylons and heels. I nuzzle my soft sheer bra across his legs, cock, balls, stomach, chest, neck and face as my nylons rub the outside of his thighs, hips and chest. Although I planned for this to be all about him, I think I may be getting the best of this incredible experience. I continued to tease him using my breasts, nylons, and heels occasionally using my hand and mouth to insure his cock remained in its ready, big, super stiff state.



Satisfied with my success and feeling neither of us could take much more, I rose up, squatted, and slid my dripping pussy over his cock. I am so wet no guidance is needed. As soon as it is all the way in I stopped. Then slowly, deliberately I began to move, sometimes all the way off before I take it all in again. I continued like that until he is begging me to show some mercy and finish him. Finally, as I felt myself about to orgasm I increased my speed and rhythm on his cock causing us to cum simultaneously. Never in all our years of sex had we been able to achieve a simultaneous orgasm before this moment. It was earth shattering. I have never felt a bigger load flood my pussy as his cock continued to squirt into it.



I continued to slide my cum-lubricated pussy up and down feverishly as his softening cock was pushing cum from my overflowing pussy. When he became completely soft, I leaned in, kiss him long and deep, and fell on top of him. Breathlessly, he whispered how amazing that was and that perhaps he should leave town more often as the welcome home was worth the trip. I laid there bound by the intimacy, closeness and love I felt for him at that moment while he was still bound by the Velcro.



Although spent for the moment, my lust-filled mind was already beginning to formulate a plan that will encourage his cock's speedy recovery. I sit up just enough to reach back, unhook, and remove my bra. This is going to be fun!



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Workaholic Erotic Story By Erikka :....

04:35 May 27 2013
Times Read: 352


Shannon had been alone for quite some time now. She was engaged awhile ago, but that fell through and she felt that she just could not be intimate with anyone ever again, she couldn't risk hurting again. So for the few years following that breakup, she avoided men. Oh, there were times when she felt that it would be impossible to hold out anymore, that she had to have release; until she remembered her ex and that would be the end of that.



So, for about six years, Shannon handled things on her own, and she was sure that was enough. In the meantime, she focused on her work and didn't do much else. She worked late constantly, and when people offered for her to go out and have fun, she almost always declined. That was the way things were all that time, and the only thing in her life that changed were the new faces that showed up at the office in the form of a new coworker she would have to deal with.

This month's new addition was David, and she didn't see much of him, which she thought was just fine with her. They occasionally said hello to one another, but she didn't linger. One Tuesday night Shannon was staying late once again, and working hard. It was late, and she began to doze off. Soon, she began to dream, and it was of the usual kind.



It was a pleasant dream in which she was beneath a tall stranger in a shadow, and he had her breast cupped in the palm of her hand, and was lightly flicking her nipple with his tongue, caressing it and sucking it gently as his other hand traveled south, over her belly. The stranger would slowly undo the clasp of her blue jeans and his strong hand would slide over her damp panties, rubbing her stiff and swollen clit through the fabric of her panties. Shannon would moan, and the stranger would tell her to stay quiet as he slid his finger around her panties and into her wet hole.



Her hand would venture to the crotch of his jeans, and feel the growing bulge there, causing his to groan. He pushed her jeans down, and revealed his obvious arousal. At this point, something awakened Shannon. She raised her head from her desk and looked up to find David standing in front of her. A little surprised, she yawned and asked "Yes? What are you doing here?"



"Probably the same thing you were here for before you fell asleep," he said with a little smirk, his eye traveling down to the front of her blouse. He looked back up to her eyes, and she realized they were a brilliant shade of blue that she had never seen before. Shannon licked her lips. "Oh, yeah. I was going to head home, anyway." She stood, and grabbed her things, only to find his hand on her arm, stopping her.



"What are you doing?" she asked. "I was just wondering..." David's voice trailed off nervously. Suddenly, he leaned forward and kissed her. Instead of resisting, Shannon found herself melting against his lips and kissing him back passionately. A little surprised, David responded to her passion by holding her tightly to him. Her hand gravitated to his crotch and he broke away.



"Sorry," Shannon murmured, pulling her hand away,"it's been awhile for me."



"Don't be," David responded, unzipping his pants I want you so bad. Something inside of Shannon snapped then, and she pushed him onto the desk, ripping her own blouse open. "I need you!"



David responded to this by grabbing her by her waist and laying her down on the carpeted floor, pulling her skirt up and ripping off her delicate white cotton underwear. Shannon moaned as she felt his hot breath where no man had been for so long, and tangled her fingers in his hair, forcing him closer. David groaned as he licked and tasted her. Sucking on her clit, he inserted his fingers into her wet pussy, and her hips bucked as she climaxed.



Climbing over her, David kissed her as he began to tease her throbbing clit with the head of his penis, hard and throbbing with his arousal. When he entered her, she climaxed yet again, biting his shoulder to keep from screaming aloud. He thrusted into her over and over, rocking her to her core with orgasm after orgasm as she writhed beneath him.



When David climaxed, he pulled out and squirted all over her belly and chest. He collapsed and lay beside her and for awhile all was silent. Shannon looked at the wet spot they left on the carpet. "So," she said to David, "what should we do about the carpet?"



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Mystery Man:....

04:33 May 27 2013
Times Read: 353


When I first saw you watching me, you might have caught me off-guard. I was just back from the holiday office party - an extravaganza of booze, banter, babes and small talk. Some time after the party was well on its way, I decided I wasn't a babe, just 'Kay', the highly competent and professional businesswoman. I finally left (feeling a bit blue) without a single fondle or half-hearted seduction attempt.



All I had was the beginnings of a serious hangover when I saw you across the street, looking right at me. I had smartly left my car in the lot and come home in a taxi - feeling a bit old, tired and rejected. I was still young and attractive. But, after my divorce, I had been in no mood to start anything new and felt, for a while, that most men [except my dad] were two-faced about love. Beneath the charming exterior was an animal waiting to strike. I had suffered a lot because of my ex-husband's evil, but well hidden alter ego. Abuse in any form is ugly and hateful. So, after the divorce, my body language was permanently - 'not interested'. Even my conversations with unattached men were brief and 100% business.

Even though we'd never met, when I got home that night and fell into bed, you were there watching. I didn't realize it at first though. The house across the street had been empty for quite a while. I had never seen you move in. When did the furniture van and the big guys toting boxes show up? I never noticed.



My curtains were open that night. Because my head was spinning, I didn't get up and close them. My attention shifted to the long mirror on the wall next to the window. Was I getting old? Were my curves no longer enough?



I let my mind go and somehow I saw you, my mystery man in the mirror looking back at me. But it couldn't have been you, could it? You lived across the street. In my half awake state I dreamed that I danced for you and that I lifted up my skirt and twirled around the floor. Then, as you looked raptly at me, I pushed up the straps of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I hoped you were impressed. I wore my best black pushup bra and matching thong panties. I ran my fingers up and down - imagining your strong fingers brushing against my skin and taking possession of my most private parts.



My nipples were hard, straining against the thin fabric that covered them. I'd turned heads at the party, hadn't I? Especially when I made sure that I bent over at opportune moments to expose my cleavage. I was dazed as my fingertips rhythmically stroked the ridges of my moist cunt around and around. My panties were getting wet with anticipation as I undid my bra strap freeing my full and slightly swollen breasts. I played with my breasts slowly squeezing, pulling, pushing, lifting, and longing for your hot mouth to suck my erect nipples. And I saw you!



Or, at least I saw the glint from your stare through my window. It was almost completely dark outside and my bedroom had only a 60 watt nightstand bulb on. Was it possible for us to see each other now? You could not have hidden forever though. Was it destined that we meet tonight? I would have found you anyway - especially with you being so damn attractive and all. Maybe that wasn't a glint from your eye - maybe it was the reflection off a telescope lens. Were you too shy to stop by and introduce yourself? Were you a voyeur?



Too bashful, eh? I threw the covers off me, got up and stood at my open window. How's this I thought? Is this the pose of someone who's given up or is unavailable? I caressed my breasts and then slid one hand under my panties. Doesn't this mean that I'm still a sexy woman? Surely even the most bashful or clueless man would understand my feelings now.



I turned away from the lightless night and fell back into bed. Now, I needed to finish what you had started. My fingers stroked my pussy lips and clit until finally only a savage pummeling of my clit was enough. My whole body jerked and twitched in wave after wave of pleasure. I drove two fingers inside me and deeply stroked my G spot knowing that you'd be there for me some night - even if not this night.



The next day I woke up everything was different and strange. I felt good and awful, sexy and disheveled, beautiful and ordinary. After a toothbrush, aspirin and a long hot shower, I felt like I might be normal again except. Except what? Except there's something different now, I continued to muse over a very late Saturday breakfast.



After getting fixed up, I called a pal to get a ride over to the company parking lot to retrieve my car and then do some shopping. It was my typical Saturday - at least since the divorce. I had a good job, a nice settlement and no debts and I enjoyed shopping. Sometimes, I worked Saturdays but I didn't like to. After I got home and put everything away, it was already dinner time I didn't go out much these days but I enjoyed informal weekend meals. A quick dinner, glass of wine and a movie at home was OK by me. The movie I'd selected from my collection that night was a romantic mystery - a genre I like.



After I'd poured my second glass of wine, I saw you. {My mystery man again!} You were part of my movie. But, in a plot twist I neither understood nor questioned, this romantic mystery became an erotic adventure. You, who had always looked, were taking your clothes off and dancing for me. Your body was strong and athletic and beautiful. Suddenly, all you had on were some white cotton briefs bulging per your aroused manhood. Were you aroused by me? You then started to caress yourself and without knowing how, my hands were caressing my unfettered breasts and the thin silk of my panties over my swollen pussy. You pulled off your briefs and freed your swollen member.



Light strokes of your hand made it dance. Why was your lovely cock not being presented to my vagina - for a willing meeting? I needed you now! You could shoot me full of sperm or come on me and massage your cream over my belly and breasts. I watched as your hands stroked and stroked. My hands kept rhythm with yours. We both came together. Each spurt of your semen was matched by a giant wave within me - pleasure and more pleasure. Several hours later I awoke to the DVD still playing the same film. I turned everything off and staggered to bed.



What had happened? Was I going nuts? About every hour that night I got up with cold sweats wondering what had happened. Sunday was a routine day in every respect. I went out for lunch and then drove around a bit - enjoying the weather and the sights.



When I finally got back, I decided I'd better check out the house across the street. It apparently had been the focal point of my last two days. If the house wasn't empty, was the mystery man there - or was there a 'peeping Tom'? If the house was empty, was I due for a few sessions with a psychiatrist? I went across the street and knocked. There was no answer nor was there a sign that anyone lived there. In fact, there was a small "House For Rent" sign in the living room window. Now what?



That night, after a quiet supper with no alcohol, I curled up with a good book and decided that, no matter what, I'd get a good night's sleep. You were there in my room! How'd you get in? I wasn't afraid but peeved that someone would have the guts to walk right into my house without so much as a knock. Was I sure I'd locked the doors? I didn't even know your name.



You were standing there smiling. What should I say? But I just said, "Come here, I want you." You responded, "I've needed you all my life." Without another word we were undressed and making wild, uninhibited love to each other. It was total, complete and giving. No one could have choreographed it better than did we as we loved each other that night. I had two wonderful orgasms and finally crashed to a sleep that a tornado couldn't have interrupted.



My nightgown was soaked. The cruel alarm clock jolted me. The last Monday of the year was facing me and I didn't have any vacation left, so I rushed to get myself together and off to work. As I drove to work, I knew I was in trouble. Mystery man wasn't in bed with me when I woke up - so, I knew I needed some help. My 'Mystery Man' was an invention of a lonely woman with plenty of hormones, no sex life and becoming demented I concluded.



Shortly after I arrived at my office, my general manager called me into his office - something about me giving a customer the 'nickel tour'. I quickly looked in my small mirror and, yes, a very professional looking businesswoman dressed in dark blue looked back. Perfect! I walked into my GM's office and was introduced to… {'It's him!' I thought to myself, 'Mystery Man'! He looked exactly like you; the same face, smile and build.} I almost fell to the floor in shock but I somehow managed to be personable and professional. After a brief conversation, I knew what my GM and our customer wanted to see and talk about.



During lunch, I managed to find out that he was a widower with no children while marveling at how much he fulfilled my recent fantasies. I think he even noticed I had reapplied lipstick before lunch. Many years later, sitting by the fireplace with a brandy in hand, I finally dared to tell my husband Bud (the company's customer I had given the nickel tour to a brief version of that long ago fantasy weekend with my "mystery man"). By then we'd been married for years and had two kids with all the trimmings. Luckily for me, Bud had fulfilled me sexually just as I had dreamt about my mystery man. I concluded the story by saying that when we met, he wouldn't have had a chance of getting away from me.



He listened thoughtfully to my story, sometimes nodding and sometimes adding an "oh, really". There was a silence of a couple of minutes. Then, he related that I obviously hadn't noticed his attendance at the company office party the Friday before - as a guest of the general manager. And, he'd purposefully stayed in town over the weekend and invented an excuse to see me one-on-one in order to get acquainted. "I'm glad I did," he added. Maybe he really was that 'Mystery Man' after all I thought to myself as I snuggled closer to him.



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House Sitter Erotic Story By Samuelle:.....

04:31 May 27 2013
Times Read: 355


I woke with a start, it was 7:30, my alarm didn't go off. I shot up fighting to clear the sleep fog when it hit me that I hadn't overslept. My alarm hadn't gone off because I hadn't set it; I was on vacation for the next 4 days.



Relieved, I exhaled, lay back, and reflected on the monotony that defined my personal life since I threw my affair-loving ex out nine months ago. Unfortunately, the monotony carried over to my work life too.



Since I started my Beauty Supply Company two years ago all I did was work, twelve to fourteen hours a day, usually seven days a week. Its success and exponential growth was constantly creating a demand for more people, people I just couldn't find so I was having to do everything myself and wear multiple hats.

I turned my head and looked out the window at the sun's brilliant rays being filtered by the trees in my yard as a wisp of breeze drifted across my naked body creating small goose bumps on my exposed skin. My thoughts drifted from my pathetic life and my imagination stirred as I thought about the beauty of the day and how I was going enjoy it.



Stretching in the comfort of my bed enhanced by the warmth of the air across my tingling skin I subconsciously began to run my hands over my creamy soft curves slowing at my ribs. A shiver of pleasure shot through me as my fingers glided softly and slowly around my ribs and under my breasts, tantalizing my fleshy senses. Then slowly but deliberately I drew my fingers up from under my breasts and began tracing lazy circles over my areola and my small pink nipples.



It had been a while since I had taken time to pay any attention to myself and it felt good. Responding to the feathery touch of my fingers, my nipples tightened into sensitive buds as they became erect and I became aware of a warmth building between my legs. As a young girl, experimenting with my body, I found that any attention paid to my breasts triggered an immediate erotic response in me.



Once my ex had even brought me to orgasm through breast play only, something that surprised and delighted us both. I continued to work my nipples as the heat between my legs turned to a wetness that was bathing my pussy and beckoning my fingers. I continued to rub, pinch, and roll my nipples with one hand as I slid my other hand down my ribcage, across my tummy, over my pubic mons and between the folds of my pussy.



Using the considerable wetness, I ran my fingers between my pussy lips, varying the stroke from slow and deliberate to fast and chaotic, occasionally inserting two fingers between my pussy lips and into my pussy drawing the wetness up and across my bulging clitoral bulb. Although chaos was building inside me, I longed for a booming experience. I drug in a steadying breath as I rolled onto my elbow and reached for the nightstand. I yanked open the drawer fumbling through its contents before I found my Lelo INA 2. I turned it on as I rolled back onto the bed I began brushing it gently over my still pert nipples with one hand and returned my other hand to my slick demanding pussy. I could feel the warmth in my flushed cheeks as my breathing became palpated and my heart rate increased.



Purposefully now, I spread my legs wide, bent my knees, and planted my feet flat on the bed as I pushed myself to a semi-sitting position never breaking contact with my Lelo or my pussy. My pussy was oozing, I moved my index finger back to my swollen clit and concentrated only on it. I rubbed it gently in small tight circles sending waves of pleasure up my flat belly. Unwilling or unable to contain myself any longer I whipped the INA 2 from my breasts and plunged it into my wanton pussy.



I turned up the speed as I located the rotating shaft on my G spot and used my fingers to spread my labia, exposing my clit to the ears. Rhythmically, I began to grind my hips as I moved rapidly and inexorably toward orgasm. I fought for breath between my clenched teeth, as my pussy tightened around the Lelo and I moaned audibly as orgasm exploded within me. As the first wave passed, I turned the vibrator to low and left it gently humming in my pussy.



As great as this interlude had been releaving tension and energizing me I found myself softly screaming "I need a cock and I need to get fucked". I hadn't been fucked for months and I missed the feel of another person. I had always enjoyed masturbation as a supplement to sex but was not interested in making it a permanent replacement for being fucked and perhaps having someone's soft lips and tongue kiss, lick, and suck my breasts and pussy. I needed to find a man!



Turning again to look outside I noted the time on the nightstand clock and decided the beautiful day was passing me by, so I reluctantly slid the vibrator from my pussy enjoying its hardness and curve against the walls of my vagina as it slid out. I turned it off and licked my sweet nectar from the shaft before I returned it to its place in the nightstand.



Licking the Lelo reminded me of how much I missed and loved the feel of a cock in my mouth. I rose and stretched again as I made my way to the bathroom. Although the window and blinds were wide open I didn't care. I spent most of my time at home naked; part of my current experiment with exhibitionism. The thought that a neighbor might get a glimpse of me naked was exciting; a feeling that led me to consider allowing myself to go public with my exhibitionism someday.



I stood in front of the full-length bathroom mirror and took a minute to admire my body as I brushed my teeth and pulled my shoulder length blonde hair into a ponytail. I kept myself in shape by running since my college track days and my 5'7" and 130-pound frame supported my 34 B cup breasts nicely. I decided to start my vacation with a run. I moved to the closet and pulled a pair of running shorts from the shelf, and a T-shirt, sports bra and socks from the drawer below.



Deciding to skip the panties as I continued to consider how I was ever going to get fucked! Was I ever going to get control of my crazy work schedule and have time to meet THE guy or was I relegated to a long-term relationship with my assortment of vibrators and dildos?



I exited the bedroom and grabbed my running shoes from the laundry room floor on my way out the front door. While sitting on the front steps to put on my shoes my neighbor Bill walked up. Startled by his sudden appearance I quickly pulled my arms in between my legs that were spread wide while I was tying my shoes for fear he might see my clean-shaven flower. I guess I wasn't quite ready for public exhibitionism yet.



Bill moved in 4 months ago and although we had met a couple of times, we were both busy, so other than the occasional friendly wave from the driveway we didn't really know each other. He was older than I was; possibly 50 or so. He was at least 6'3" and had a slender athletic build. He had beautiful strawberry blond hair that was graying at the temples. He was in any woman's judgment a gorgeous specimen of a man, and in my present state, he was perfect.



His beautiful blue eyes distracted me and I was not paying attention as he spoke, something I realized when I heard "will that work for you". I apologized saying I was somewhere else "what did you say". He reiterated that he was leaving town until next Monday and his cable had been acting up. The cable company told him they would be by tomorrow to fix it but they might need to get into the house if their test showed it was a bad box. He didn't what he would do if that was the case until he saw me on my step. He decided to take a chance and see if I was going to be home tomorrow and could let them in if necessary. He knew it was an a long shot but if I was going to be around and could do this for him he would be eternally grateful.



I responded that I was going to be home tomorrow and I would be happy to do that for him. He said great, the key to the front door is in the flowerpot on the front porch and I was welcome to use his pool and help myself to whatever I wanted from his liquor cabinet and wine cooler. With that he was off waving and thanking me. What just happened? A neighbor I barely knew asked me to house sit for him and I agreed. I finished tying my shoes and was off on my run thinking it might not be so bad; after all, he did have a pool.



An hour later I returned from my run, very hot and sweaty. I pushed through my house toward my bathroom and the shower, when I realized I had a pool next door. So I kicked off my running shoes and socks and stripped the rest of the way on my way to the closet for my bathing suit and cover-up. I leafed past the one piece in favor of a bikini that I hadn't worn in 6 or 7 years thinking it would allow me to get more sun. I slipped into the bottoms and tied the top that fit snuggly over my breasts. Sadly, I knew my breasts hadn't grown so the top must have shrunk but no matter I thought as I pulled a cover-up off the hangar, not bothering to put it on, and bounded out the door toward Bill's house.



I felt a little risqué as I ran to his house cover-up and towel in hand but was a exhilarated by tempting my burgeoning experiment with exhibitionism. Moments later, I was on his porch fishing the key from the flowerpot and letting myself in. The plantation shutters were open and sun light bathed the beautifully decorated great room and kitchen. This man had either a decorator or a woman in his life I thought as I breezed through the house toward the slider that opened to the backyard. The pool was sparkling and the back yard was beautiful. There was a pergola over the patio and chairs and chaises were neatly arranged around the pool deck. I tossed my cover-up and towel on a chair and without feeling the water, dove in.



When I surfaced, I realized I had lost my top. I gasped but then realized I was by myself so there was no reason to worry, besides the cool water felt great on my overheated body and sensitive breasts. I lost track of time as I swam and floated. When I was cool, I climbed out, my hair and mostly naked body dripping as I made my way to a chaise on the sunny side of the pool. I felt invigorated and uninhibited and decided not to bother with my top as I sprawled face down on the chaise. Sometime later, I awoke, hot and in desperate need of the coolness of the pool. As I rose to dive in, I decided it felt so good to be topless that I might just as well skinny-dip, so I tugged the knot on my bottoms, and as they fell to the patio, I dove in. I was surprised by how great it felt to swim naked, it was totally freeing.



Once again, I swam and floated for sometime enjoying the waters cool feel on my bare skin before I climbed up the stairs on the house side of the pool. I was hungry and thirsty. Somehow emboldened and comfortable with my public nudity I strode past my cover-up and into the kitchen to see what I might be able to find to eat and drink. The fridge had beer, which I loved, but it was hell on my figure, the liquor cabinet had a huge assortment of spirits, but I was more of a wine girl, so I opened with wine fridge and selected a California white I was familiar with but rarely bought because it was so expensive.



I rummaged through his neatly organized kitchen drawers, found a corkscrew, and opened the wine. On the counter, I found a plastic glass filled it to the top with the white spirit. I replaced the cork, slid it in the fridge, and stepped back onto the patio where I sat unabashedly naked enjoying the moment drinking wine and feeling relaxed and rejuvenated. Time slipped away, I filled my wine several more times during the day as I relaxed enjoying my nudity, the pool, and sun. The sun was setting now and as I stood, I lost my balance slightly before I weaved my way into the house. I removed the bottle from the fridge and found I had unintentionally finished the entire bottle of wine, no wonder I was light headed and weaving. It was getting late, I hadn't eaten all day so I decided to go home and get some dinner while I still could.



I returned to the patio, gathered my dry towel and my bikini bottoms, and slipped my cover-up over my head and was out the front door locking it and replacing the key in the flowerpot as I left. Exhausted from my relaxing day and more than tipsy I decided to skip dinner and instead staggered down the hall to my bedroom, slipped out of my cover-up, fell face down onto the bed and was asleep in moments. I woke having to pee at 3 am, shuffled off to the bathroom returning to bed as quickly as possible, and was asleep instantly. I awoke Friday morning to a brilliant sun once again.



I rolled over and trying to focus my bloodshot eyes on clock that glowed almost 9 am. Shit, I had to get up, what if the Cable guy showed up at 9 and I missed him, Bill who trusted me with this job would think I was a dizzy, irresponsible blonde. So I bounded out of bed donned my cover-up and my towel and dashed out the door to Bills house.



Once inside I found myself famished. I rummaged through his fridge and pantry settling on some fruit and yogurt that I devoured in minutes. While searching for something to eat, I had thankfully found the coffee. As it was brewing, I realized I had left the house without anything to do while waiting for the cable person. Although I was on vacation I couldn't just sun bathe and skinny-dip all day. So as the coffee brewed I ran home grabbed my laptop and the new Lora Leigh novel, Wild Card, and was out the door again. When I got back to Bill's the coffee had just finished brewing and I was pouring myself a cup when the doorbell rang. I looked through the plantation shutters that covered the front windows and saw the cable truck.



As I walked toward the front door, I realized I was naked except for my cover-up but I had no time to change for fear he would leave if I didn't answer the door quickly. I opened the front door wide. The repairperson introduced himself as Matt as he showed me his ID badge. I couldn't help but notice his eyes were focused on my prominently protruding nipples which were scraping against my semi sheer white cover-up. I introduced myself as Sam as I pointed to the wall with the TV as I returned to the kitchen and my coffee. I turned to face the great room as I drank noticing him just standing there staring before the finally asked, "Where is the box?" I responded that I didn't know I was doing this for my neighbor Bill who was away on business.



However, I set my coffee cup down, moved back into the great room, and started opening cabinet doors and drawers searching for the cable box. As I bent over opening drawers, I felt my cover-up slide up my back giving the cable man a perfect view of my tight little ass. Acting embarrassed, I stood quickly and reached for a cabinet door whereupon I found a row of DVD's arranged neatly by title. I quickly scanned the titles before I moved to the door just to the right where I found the cable box. As I moved back to the kitchen and my coffee, I noticed the technicians' pants bulging and a huge smile on his face, his way of thanking me for my little show. Ten minutes later, he turned everything off and declared the problem fixed. He filled out his work order, asked me to sign, and was off. I walked back to the kitchen and as I turned to pour another cup of coffee,



I noticed I had left the door containing the DVD's open. I walked over to close it and decided to spend a little more time reviewing the alphabetically arranged titles. As I did, I noticed what appeared to be a few chick flick titles. I wouldn't have guessed a man like Bill to be interested in that genre. I pulled out one that sounded interesting titled An Eternal Love and read the synopsis from the cover. I was shocked; it was a porn movie. I had never seen a porn movie and had always been curious. So I removed the DVD from the case and walked to the kitchen counter, opened my laptop and inserted the disc. Before I pressed play, I slipped out of my cover-up, grabbed my coffee, and moved to the deck where I intended to watch the movie.



The movie opened with a young woman lying on her bed in a turquoise baby doll apparently dreaming as a hunk of a man was moving up her body, caressing her as he went. Stimulating stuff, but not the fucking, sucking, masturbating, swinging, and putting things in every conceivable orifice on the human body I thought porn movies were filled with. Never the less I could not take my eyes off it. Suddenly I had a completely new picture of my quiet, neat, sophisticated neighbor. It was a little unnerving and erotic at the same time. I was suddenly turned on! The rest of the day I spent skinny-dipping, sun bathing and reading my new book, occasionally touching myself while I read and thought of the movie. As the sun went down and my horniness overcame me I decided to retire to my house and my Lelo.



Once home I used it to bring myself to orgasm repeatedly until I was exhausted and satisfied, falling asleep once again without dinner. Saturday brought another perfect day. I decided to have breakfast at home today, go for a run, and get some cleaning and laundry done before I ventured over to Bill's to continue my enhanced nudist behavior. I finished my chores about 3 but this time as I was gathering my things I only grabbed and donned a short transparent white robe, my computer and just for fun my Lelo.



Upon entering Bill's house I walked directly into the kitchen where I opened the wine fridge selected another of his California whites. I filled the cup I had used on Thursday to the top and exited through the slider juggling my laptop and vibrator as I moved to the patio. I set everything down and took a big gulp from the wine cup, shed my robe and dove into the pool. It felt great, I could get used to this. For the next couple of hours I swam, read and drank empting that bottle and most of another before I realized I had passed from feeling good to pretty drunk. My book had some highly erotic scenes that stimulated needs within me something I was able to address with my lovely Lelo.



As I noticed I was having trouble comprehending the words in the book I vaguely remember thinking that I needed to get home before I couldn't so I slipped on my robe and stumbled home, not entirely sure if I even tied it in the front. I awoke Sunday with a thundering headache and shuffled to the shower. While in the shower I realized I had left my computer, book and vibrator on Bill's patio. I panicked some before I remembered it was only Sunday and he was not due back until Monday. So I took my time showering and shaving everywhere including my pubis before I did my hair and dressed for the day. I decided that I wouldn't go to Bill's today except to get the things I inadvertently left behind.



Dressed in my best hole filled, stone washed cutoff's, a tight white top that left nothing to the imagination and nothing else I strolled over to Bill's. I unlocked the front door and entered almost falling over a suitcase just inside the door. My heart stopped as a shiver stole up my spine. God, he was home early. Finding my book and computer was no big deal but my Lelo was another thing entirely. As I tiptoed softly toward the patio, I noticed the open porn movie case on the coffee table. Can it get any worse? Maybe since his bag is just inside the door he went straight to bed when he got home, I could get out without waking him, and he would never know of my behavior.



I moved swiftly toward the coffee table, snapped the video case closed, opened the cabinet, and was sliding it in place when I heard a voice behind me saying "Good Morning Sunshine" Embarrassment swept over me, I was mortified. I turned to see him standing in the hallway, amusement in his eyes, dressed in swimming trunks and nothing else. Unable to speak I just stood there.



He smiled and said I left your things right where you left them on the patio. Did you enjoy the film and how was the wine? Still unable to speak or move I was totally flummoxed and flushed from head to toe. I was burning up I wanted to run but I knew that wouldn't solve the problem. In a sweet attempt to relieve the tension I felt, Bill said, "You look incredibly sexy today". Finally able to speak I thanked him and moved toward the patio to gather my things. As I picked them up I felt his soft touch on my shoulder, I exhaled slowly and oddly felt the tension ease slightly from my body. He quietly asked me to stay and go for a swim. Still mostly incoherent I muttered something about not having a suit. He answered that was OK he would take his off and we could skinny-dip, nothing sexual just naked swimming.



It was hot outside, I was sweating from my embarrassing encounter, and before I knew it, I said OK. I pulled my top over my head, unzipped and dropped my cut-off's and dove in. Hopefully he only saw my butt! When I came up I looked and saw Bill untying his trunks and walking to the edge of the pool. I couldn't help but notice his beautiful tanned and muscled body and his thick, veined cock that bounced with each stop he took. We swam and floated for some time, never touching each other. Instead, we just enjoyed the water, the sun, and each other's company, occasionally talking and laughing loudly when he held up my top that he retrieved from the bottom of the pool.



After a time I was getting cold and tired and said I was getting out. Bill told me there were towels in the cabinet at the end of the patio as he I swam toward the steps to get out too. As I stepped up and out I could feel his eyes fixed on my ass. Now it was his turn to get out and once again, I would again have a full frontal view of him. The cool water had shrunken him some, but I was amazed at how big he still was, the only cock I had ever seen that large was in the porn movie I watched at his house. As he exited, I threw him a towel and he wrapped it around his thin waist. As he moved toward me I couldn't help but notice the bulge that was growing enough to pull the edges of his towel apart and expose his leg all the way to his waist.



I was standing perfectly still with a smile across my face and a towel wrapped around as much of my body as it would cover. Without speaking, he leaned in close, nudged my nose with his, and nipped at my lower lip. I responded by holding the back of his neck and kissing him. He responded by plunging his tongue deeply into my mouth igniting a fire deep within me. Our tongues continued to dart in and out of each other's mouths as we explored each other's oral cavities. Our kisses gained intensity as I sank into his kiss. Where earlier our lips and tongues savored now they devoured.



Our breathing became heavy and quick. Our hands wandered and soon we were standing on our towels kissing, our naked bodies entwined with each other his large warm shaft pressing against my tummy. There was a chaise beside us and suddenly he was picking me up. He spun around, and laid me softly on the chaise never breaking contact with my lips. My breathing was audible but I was inexplicably relaxed as the man I barely knew knelt beside me and reached for my pink protruding nipple buds, twisting them softly between his fingers. I began to writhe twisting my body and moving my legs stimulating my pussy with each movement. He removed one hand, trailed it down my breast, along my ribcage across my hips, and inserted a finger into my oozing pussy.



As he fingered me I dropped my arm in search of his cock. The search didn't take long as his huge, fully engorged member had risen up to meet me. I wrapped my hand around it and felt it pulse in my hand. It had been so long since I had a cock in my hand and I had never felt one this big, my fingers barely touched my thumb as I slid my hand along the shaft.



Enamored with the feel and wanting to swallow it I broke contact with his kiss, closed my legs, and sat up asking him to stand as I did. This brought his bouncing member directly in front of my face and was in perfect alignment with my hungry and eager lips. I licked the droplets of pre-cum from his purple head as I caressed the ridge under it with the tip of my finger. I cupped his sensitive globes in one hand, stroking them gently as I moved my mouth over the head of his thick beautifully veined cock and began to kiss, lick and suck it using the wetness of my mouth as a lubricant for my hand that I stroked his cock with as I sucked.



I looked up and saw him gazing down at me taking pleasure in the shutter that ran through him as I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth while stroking his perineum and balls with my hand. I wanted to swallow this massive cock but as I attempted to take it he suddenly he pushed me off. Unsure of his action I pouted slightly as I looked up at him. He gently pushed me back down on the chaise and dropped to his knees, pushed my legs apart, and buried his face in my dripping wet, swollen, hairless pussy. Shivers tickled the surface of my skin and I rewarded him by moaning softly with pleasure.



I could feel his warm lips nibbling as his tongue drug along my labia. He continued to lick and kiss my pussy as he slid his hand under my left leg and pushed it into the air in order to gain greater access. I was twisting and treating him to more audible sounds of joy as he licked and flicked my clitoris while simultaneously pressing on my mons. Pleasure was bursting inside me, I twisted, squeezed his head between my legs and screamed breathlessly as my orgasm erupted. It was as if a bomb went off inside me.



Every nerve in my body was alive; one more any touch anywhere would have sent me to orgasm again. I was aching for his cock but he was not done. Before I could react or move he moved his hand off my mons and began to stroke my pussy, occasionally pulling his fingers out and licking my juices. The sensuality of the moment was incredible. I begged him to share my taste and he obliged dipping his fingers in my pussy before he spread them across my lips. Captivated in his sexual aura I lay there, legs spread apart, one in the air, thrusting my hips, moaning, begging him to continue. I spiraled out of control as he sent me to climax again, my pussy throbbing, when primal instincts possessed my mind and body. With one motion, I pulled him onto the cushion and rolled him over so I was on top. I pressed my mouth to his and passionately kissed him before I moved down his neck to his nipples licking and sucking them as I went.



My body was hopelessly locked in an orgasmic state. I needed to be filled up by him immediately. I firmly planted my hands against his chest as I mounted him and lowered myself onto his throbbing, bouncing cock. His glistening head slid in easily and I relished every moment of his entry until I sat completely on top of him. I began to ride him slowly, making circles with my hips as I rose up and down working to gain the angle needed for his stiff shaft to rub my g spot. Having found just the spot I began small movements to maintain contact. He moved and thrust his hips forcing himself hard against my g spot and suddenly I couldn't go slowly anymore. I felt the impending explosion of another orgasm pooling in my belly.



I bucked and rode, grinding my pussy into him until we were both gasping and moaning so loudly the neighbors could hear. The wave of orgasm washed over me just as I felt his cock twitch and release his cum inside me as a long guttural moan erupted from his mouth. I arched my back and forced my pussy harder onto him letting the overwhelming mutual climax take control of us. I had no idea this kind of orgasm was possible.



Spent, I fell on top of him and kissed him before I rolled to lie close to him. We hugged, petted, and kissed in silence in the incredible intimacy of the moment as the full moon rose over pool. Sometime later, I broke the silence by telling him that I was glad we finally got to know each other and that anytime he needed a house sitter I would make myself available. He responded that he needed one all day tomorrow, to which I responded how is that; you just got home. He said I know and I have no intention of leaving.



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Graphic Rated R Stories:......

04:22 May 27 2013
Times Read: 359


He was ramming me too hard it was breaking my back. But without the pain I don't feel anything. The table makes creaky noises but this does not seem to bother his lustful rampage. I groan and moan under his vicious attack watching the shadows of my flailing legs on the wall as they hang over his shoulders. The flickering light from the lamp cast shadows on the walls, making us look like two hungry wolves devouring each other's guts.

I don't know his name. But his cock's ring was making me drip all over; creating squishing sounds of wetness, skin on skin, further stimulating me; feeding my auditory senses and inducing a most gratifying indulgence. I claw his butt with my nails and he growls and grunts. I push myself forward and lift my hips as a trembling wave rumbles through my spine. I howled from my innermost depths and I hear him snarl like an animal feasting on flesh meat. He bends and sucks on my nipples harshly it made me wail. We said no words, just sounds of two creatures in the heat on the night. And he filled me with overflowing warmth and I incessantly throbbed and pulsed.

I squeezed his cock harder and he moaned some more and started pumping again. I push him and rolled him on his back and straddled him. Body fluids all over our thighs and groin. He grabbed my breasts and mashed them, hard. My dark soul emerged and I rode the wild stallion like there was no tomorrow. I screamed as he spread my butt and put his fingers inside my butt hole. I cried like a pig. There was only pain, throbbing and callowed satisfaction.

I teetered as I stood and held on to the table. His muscular, sweaty and sticky body laid before me, his thighs and legs dangling. He looked delectable and I knew I wanted him again. He was looking at me, smiling. I grinned back. He was too delicious to waste. Not now. Not tonight.

I pick up my clothes from the coarse floorings of the old, abandoned filthy cabin and put it on.

He struggles to stand and grabs me. He lifts my dress up from behind and touches my clit and starts rubbing it. I close my eyes as the reckless throbbing begins again. He got rough and I can feel the ache from my chafed skin. He pushes his hard dick inside me and pumps. I let him play my breasts under my clothes as he kept on. As he slowed down I move to face him and roughly kissed him on the lips, I grabbed on his hair and licked his face, his neck and went straight to the carotid vein and bit hard. His warm blood oozes into my mouth, I held his dick and wildly stroked it while he writhed in pain. His eyes ghoul-like staring, but seeing nothing. I kept sucking and stroking until his whole body shook and was lifeless, drained. I look at his body, his cock-ring glistened in the moonlight; he died with a hard on.

I felt hot. I took off my dress and used it to wipe off the blood from my face and body. I walked out into the dark night for air and looked at the moon, what a lovely night. Then I flew.


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Something Black and Cold:....

06:02 May 23 2013
Times Read: 370


It started with little things, strange incidents that were sometimes inconvenient, sometimes almost amusing. But then the heavy trouble began... and the terror.



In the early 1970s, two sisters, Lois Dean and Diantha Summer, moved their families into two old houses in the middle of Rawlins, Wyoming, a small city in the Rocky Mountains. Lois and her husband and their six children moved into the big house. Diantha and her two sons took the carriage house right behind the main house.



Very soon, strange things began to happen in the big house:



Lights kept turning on and off. At first the adults thought it was just the kids playing around. But they soon found that the lights seemed to be going on and off by themselves, even when no one else was around. Thinking it must be an electrical problem, Lois and her husband had the house rewired, but it kept happening.



When the children were playing games, they would leave the room for a minute and then come back to find game pieces missing.



An older daughter found the colors in her makeup kits often smeared together. At first she thought the younger children were doing it, so she banished them from her room. But it kept happening even after she padlocked the door.



The family dog wagged his tail as though at an invisible guest, and his eyes followed something across the room.



Sometimes, in the big house the bathroom cabinet would be found completely empty. Toothbrushes, combs and medicines would all be gone, to be found later in odd places. Again, Lois thought it was the children, but it even happened when they were all at school and she was alone in the house.



Then things began to get rough.



A boyfriend of one of the girls was playfully climbing through a window. Something unseen picked him up and threw him inside, against a wall. That was the end of that boyfriend. He never came back for another visit.



Not long afterward, one of the younger boys said he had seen something in the garage. Mike, Diantha's 14-year old, decided to take a look. He started out the back door of the big house and suddenly felt two hands grab him and throw him through the air, back into the kitchen, into the refrigerator. He had red marks on his chest as if something had scratched him.



Lois was infuriated. She began yelling, "I don't care who you are. I'm not putting up with you coming into my house and hurting kids!"



She was so angry that she was momentarily unafraid. She dashed out into the garage. There she saw a black shape.



"It was big and billowy," she says, "and it was dressed like a woman in something black and long."



It came toward her smoothly, as though it were on wheels...



"Something black and cold started coming out of it, like ribbons," she recalls. "It started wrapping me in those strands. I could feel their coldness. I couldn't move."



The she felt her sister, who saw the shape too, grab her from behind and jerk her away from the thing and back into the big house.



The sisters sat up all night, praying as hard as they could. The prayers may have had a good effect, for they never saw the thing again.



They took to calling that incident "the Main Event". Afterward, they felt the atmosphere to be a little less oppressive. However, everyone had a sense that the place was still not quite right, and before long, both families moved out.



In talking to the neighbors, only one event in the past seemed to hold a clue. Back in the early 1900s, a graveyard on the property was dug up and moved to another location. Rumor had it that two bodies were left behind. Were these two different restless spirits? We may never know.



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The Boy with the Brass Buttons:...

06:00 May 23 2013
Times Read: 371


A young couple were delighted to purchase the old-fashioned house in the Stuyvesant Square section of Philadelphia. They moved into their dream home in the winter of 1889, bringing their six year old daughter with them.



There was a lot of refurbishing to do, so the little girl tended to go up to the attic to play while her parents were occupied with the house. It wasn't as bad as it sounds, because the previous owners had converted the attic into a playroom. It even had a fireplace at one point, but it was currently boarded up.



After a couple of weeks of hard work, the downstairs rooms were finished. The mother, realizing that she had been neglecting their daughter, attempted to try and spend more time with her now, but the little girl seemed distracted. She kept stealing back up to the attic alone to play.



Exasperated, and perhaps a little hurt the the child was not being responsive to her attentions, the mother finally asked, "What's so interesting up there in that stuffy room?"



"It's the little boy with the shiny buttons," the child replied. "He's so much fun to play with!"



"What little boy?" the mother demanded, wondering if a servant child had stowed away in the room. She went to investigate, but found the room empty.



Certain that her daughter was just being contrary, she urged her husband to discipline the child. At her father's stern voice the little girl became hysterical. She kept repeating that there was a little boy and he wore a blue jacket with lots of shiny buttons on it. As her father listened, he became more and more curious. Formerly a seaman, he realized his daughter was describing a child's sailor suit, complete with the brass buttons.



The girl's father made some inquires about the Cowderlys, the family that lived in the house before them. He learned that they had come from England, bringing their children with them, two boys and a girl. The youngest child, a boy, was retarded. The neighbors described him as a sweet idiot child, and added that Mr. Cowderly was ashamed of him and tried to prevent him from being seen outdoors.



According to the boy's parents, the neighbors continued, the young boy would often sneak out to go down to the river. The story goes on to say that one day he fell in and drowned. His body was never recovered, but his cap had been found floating in the river. Shortly after the disappearance, the Cowderlys put the house up for sale and, leaving Philadelphia, dropping out of sight.



The former seaman's suspicions were now thoroughly aroused. He accompanied his little daughter to the attic and asked her to show him where the little boy came from. She pointed to the boarded up fireplace. Her father called in workers to open it and then to remove the mortar that cemented up a cavity beside the chimney.



As the mortar was chipped away, the corpse of a small boy was revealed. He was clothed in a little blue sailor jacket with four rows of brass buttons down the front. Further examination revealed that the back of the child's head had been crushed by a violent blow.



The little boy didn't drown. He was murdered.


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Actual sightings reports..

07:09 May 15 2013
Times Read: 386


My family and I were on the lake..been out there all day..we threw out some floats for cat fish around 8pm and headed back to the docks slowly cruising on the pontoon boat. as we can around the bend of one of the bays we could see the lights from the docks ..just above all the lights there was a small very shiny "star" i said to my son "aw look at that star" we all looked ..then it got bigger and and bigger..the light was so bright ..but didn't have a beam as another light would when shining at night...then as it came closer to the boat we stopped shut the boat off..the light started to dim...then it came about 30 ft from the boat or less. and hovered for a min or two..the slowly went to the left as it hovered over the water there were pulsating lights of silver tint it wasn't a huge craft but it was big ..the light was so bright at the beginning of the sighting it was unreal..it was so close to us and it was transparent or black at the same time ..i think i could see thru it but it was black at the same time..maybe from the sky i don't know.. it was pretty incredible..


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6 Orange Lights: UFO's Reported...

07:05 May 15 2013
Times Read: 387


I went outside to smoke a cigarette when, first thing I saw was 6 or so hovering lights in a strange formation flying in perfect synchronization (possibly a single ship) across the sky. I called my husband outside to witness this event with me. I live with roommates and do not have the key to the back gate and the lights went behind a tree where we could somewhat still see them as they continued their path SW. They came to the edge of the tree and then vanished. We could not see exactly where they went, but we could no longer see them through the tree.


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Another craft part 2:...Another personal of my own...

01:02 May 04 2013
Times Read: 396


When darkness fell.in the year 2000. ...sitting on the balcony on the 6th floor of my home..I was gazing the sky when a green craft popped out from no where and started zipping across the sky..one minute this craft was in one spot and the next minute it was in another spot...how it got their I would never be able to explain...The green craft had no other lights around it just a solid green no wings or noise..then I saw 2 planes must have been military because they were chasing this thing across the sky...what I was watching ,was pure action...the 2 planes would fly so close to this craft like a collision would take place then all of a sudden the green craft disappeared...and ended up on the other side of the sky West..it was incredible to watch...the chase was on again the UFO I will call it waited for the planes and they were off flying full speed chasing this UFO...now they were headed towards the radio tower..I thought for sure this green UFO was going to fly into the tower but what I saw was still amazing it vanished...I mean one minute it was their and poof...it ended up straight across from where I was sitting..the 2 planes were still on the chase not daring to do what they saw the green UFO do..so the planes split up..and the chase was on again..the planes would come so close behind this UFO..like they could bump each other but this UFO would do it's number and give you a show that would only keep you watching....the planes tried one more time...one of the planes seemed to have given up and fly off while the other plane enjoyed trying to catch this green UFO...clouds were in the sky now and the green UFO hid behind the clouds waiting for the plane..this thing was just sitting their in mid air...and when the plane got close the chase was on again..it was only the two of them now...the UFO flew into the cloud along with the plane the only aircraft that came out was the plane and not the UFO....the plane flew looking for this craft but nothing..this whole chase lasted at least an hour or so...the plane flew off empty handed flying south...and that was the last of the green UFO never appearing in the skies that night...you can best believe I took notes in my black journal..and sitting there excited about what took place in front of me...I never even reported what happen to anybody not even the group I belong to MUFON the biggest UFO group in the country....The End...


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