On her wedding day Brenda stood looking at herself in the mirror. Too bad I cant wear white, she thought. At the moment she was wearing nothing at all. Later there would be a fashionable blue suit, but now she wanted to examine her body, to see what her fiance, Hal Davis, would see later on.
If this is not the worst story Ive ever written, its not from lack of effort on my part. I wrote it as an exercise in bad similes, metaphors, and other big grammatical words most people dont learn in High School English, just in case the ASSM Bulwer-Lytton Festival came to fruition. It didnt, but I decided to inflict it upon you anyway. If you arent familiar with Edward Bulwer-Lytton and his (in)famous novel Paul Clifford, or at least with Snoopys attempt to be an author in Peanuts, then the first paragraph (and everything after it) will have little meaning for you. People looking for a stroker will be joining you at the exit.
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Darcy And Dad Mom had lost her battle with breast cancer five years earlier. Dad was still experiencing grief and seemed to be having difficulty adjusting to life as a widower. After all, they had been happily married for 25 years, having met as teenagers. Essentially their adult life together was the only one that either of them had ever known. Watching dad struggle emotionally through the months and years following mom’s passing was heartbreaking. Dad remained in my parents’ home out in the country. It was certainly more of a house than he needed now, but he said there was a connection there that he just couldn’t sever. I wanted to be more supportive of dad during that awful time, but I was engulfed in my own tumultuous life, having recently ended a two year relationship with my boyfriend after catching him in bed with our neighbor! So after throwing his cheating ass out I had to face the realization that I simply couldn’t afford to stay in that apartment alone. I was not interested in a roommate and I was really at my wit’s end. What was I to do? Dad had helped me financially a few times in the past and I’m sure he would have helped me again had I asked. But honestly, I realized that his cash would provide only a short term fix and in my heart I knew that I needed to make a major lifestyle change. That’s when the idea came to me… ‘Maybe I can move back home with daddy.’ “NO WAY! Stop it Darcy! You’re 27 years old now. You have your own life and you cannot go back home and live with daddy,” said the voice in my head. And although I knew that to be true, I still couldn’t ignore the prospect of how financially advantageous it would be for me, not to mention how helpful I could be to dad around the house. I gave it serious thought for the next few days and eventually decided to run the idea past dad. So later that week one evening after dad got home from work I stopped by for a visit. He seemed puzzled that I was there on a weeknight but appeared happy to see me. I was a bit nervous and didn’t quite know how to begin my presentation. So after fumbling around looking for the right words I finally just blurted it out, “Dad, can I move back home?” Dad replied, “Darcy, what happened between you and Doug? “I caught him in our bed with Melinda, the slut in the adjoining apartment, so I threw his ass out and I am all done with him now and there’s no way I can afford that apartment on my own,” I exclaimed, now sporting some huge alligator tears. Dad said, “Well sure honey, you can have your old room back. How long do you anticipate needing it?” “I’m not really sure dad. I’m just trying to regroup right now and formulate a feasible plan. I don’t want to get into financial trouble and my thinking was that you would also benefit from me moving back as well. I can help you with cooking, cleaning, household chores, and just about anything else that you need done. I can kind of be a replacement for mom, well… I mean, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to imply that I can ever replace mom… I just meant…” Dad quickly interjected, “That’s alright honey, I know exactly what you mean. Don’t sweat it. I understand perfectly. No need to apologize. It’s been hard on all of us. Let’s just concentrate now on getting your life put back together.” “Thanks dad, I love you so much, thank you a thousand times,” I said, as I hugged dad and kissed him on his forehead. That next Saturday I rented a small truck and commandeered a few guys that I work with and we got all my stuff out of the apartment and over to my dad’s house. It took the entire day and by midnight I was exhausted. I told dad that I was going to grab a shower, go to bed, and I’d finish unpacking tomorrow. He agreed that it had been a long day and he then retrieved some clean bath towels out of the linen closet for me. I took my shower and quickly fell asleep. Upon awakening Sunday morning dad had cooked a huge breakfast for us. I thought that was so sweet of him. He said that it was nice to have someone to sit at the table and speak with and how he so missed doing that with mom. I grabbed his hand and said, “Well dad, you have me here now and things are going to be much better for you.” After breakfast I immediately went back to work unpacking and getting settled in. Dad walked into my room and asked if there was anything that he could help me with. I told him that I pretty much had everything under control… And no sooner did I say that did a large box that was sitting on the edge of the bed fall over and its contents spill onto the floor. Now there lay at my dad’s feet a ten inch purple dildo… And to make matters worse, the impact of it hitting the ground somehow triggered it into the on position! So there I sit on the edge of the bed, totally mortified, watching this vibrating donkey dick bounce around on the hardwood floor right smack in front of us! I was so humiliated. I said, “Oh my God, I am so sorry, dad.” Then dad said, “Sorry for what, being human? Don’t sweat it. Just turn it off now before you kill the battery!” He then chuckled as he left the room. Wow… I didn’t realize that my dad could be so hip. I mean, he was my father and I really never had the occasion to discuss anything sexual with him as I was growing up. But today, for the first time ever I got to see a different side of him. Dad wasn’t just a parent figure anymore… I saw him now as a man, an equal, even a sexual being! I began to feel an immediate closeness with dad that had been absent before. I felt like I connected with him in some special way that morning and that we could now be good friends and discuss anything together. It was definitely a new and strangely exciting feeling. It took most of Sunday to get everything put away and make my room livable. Dad was on the riding lawn mower and nightfall was fast approaching. I went outside and asked him if he’d like to have a pizza delivered for dinner since it was getting kind of late to start cooking a meal. He said, “Sure honey, that sounds great to me. Go into my room and take the Visa card from my wallet and call in the order.” So I go back inside and enter dad’s bedroom but didn’t see his wallet anywhere. I opened his top dresser drawer thinking he might keep it in there. Well, I didn’t find his wallet but much to my surprise I did find a stack of the most hardcore porno magazines I’d ever seen in my life. Holy shit, I didn’t know my dad looked at this stuff! And as if that wasn’t enough, I came across a bottle of personal lubricant. Oh my God, my dad has been jerking off to dirty pictures! I felt so ashamed and embarrassed from what I had discovered, yet equally excited. The thought of my dad jerking off somehow gave me a sensual rush and I felt my vagina becoming moist. My God, this isn’t happening, I thought. How can I be getting aroused over my own father? Just then my dad appeared in the doorway. I was caught red handed! I had one of the magazines opened to the centerfold picture and the bottle of personal lubricant sitting in my lap. There was no way out of this one and I was sure dad was going to be really pissed at me for invading his privacy. I began to explain how I was looking for his wallet but dad quickly interrupted me and said, “Now Darcy, listen to me. If you’re going to be living under my roof you’re going to have to play by my rules.” Oh boy, I felt like I really blew it now and that he was going to let me have it big time. Dad continued, “In this house I do certain things – private things – that you may or may not condone. But the fact of the matter is, since your mom passed on five years ago I have not been with a woman. Men have certain needs and so I choose to satisfy those needs myself, in private. It’s just something I must do to maintain my sexual sanity and if…” Then I interrupted, “Oh daddy, of course I understand. I’m an adult and a woman of the world. I know all about masturbation and the male libido. I didn’t just crawl out from under a rock. I am just so sorry for rumm
aging through your stuff. I truly was only looking for your wallet. And as for these personal items, I don’t have a problem with any of them,
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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
Her name was Melanie. Her beauty was legend. Men came from miles around just for the chance to bathe themselves in her graceful aura.
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Keri giggled into her palm, unsuccessfully hiding her reaction to Lauren Hendersons dilemma. She wasnt alone of course. Brenda and Amy were giggling too. The three of them stood a little apart from their friend as she tried to find a way of turning down Lorne Cunninghams invitation to a movie without hurting his feelings too much.
FUCK YOU you stupid, ungrateful MOTHERFUCKER!
Ohhhh, Billy! Oh Billy! Ooooohhh! Mmmmmm! Wait, I dont know if we should do this!
We were sitting in the gymnasium stands watching the girl’s volleyball team practice. I don’t think there is a prettier natural attraction than watching eleven teen girls in body hugging shirts and painted on mid-thigh length shorts. Even their thirty something coach was hot. As my best friend and I admired the bouncing tits and flashing legs he said to me “Damn she looks good, her legs go from the floor all the way to her ass, and her ass is a long way from the floor. God, those legs would feel great wrapped around my waist.”
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It all started for me, wanting to be with chubby fat girls, when I was seventeen. Susan Fedico , and I had been fucking each other since we were fourteen. She was skinny as hell , no tits and her pubic bone use to rub me sore everytime wed fuck. which was almost every afternoon . after school. I practaclly lived at her place. Dont get me wrong, I enjoyed the pleasures she had put on me. Especially the way she sucked cock. But my fantasies always laid in the other bedroom. I wanted to fuck her Mother so bad. She was short five- four weighed around a hundred sixty pounds….Her big soft looking tits turned me on, along with the way her ass moved when she walked. She was chubby , but she had one of those beautiful round faces. She had a great laugh and a wonderful sense of humor..Margie was thirty -eight years old, and been divorced a couple of years, I had kind of been her handy man .. I mowed her lawn, and always repaired little jobs I could handle. The only thing I hadnt done for her, that I wanted to do so bad was fuck her…. Oh well her daughter was keeping my reserve of cum in check, but if I ever had the chance Id be in her balls deep.
Life was hard. I was 18 and out in the world by myself. My home life was not a pleasant situation. My Dad beat my Mom and if I happened to get in the way, he’d pound me to a pulp. I left home when I was 14. I wanted to stay and help my mom but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I love my mother dearly, but I just couldn’t handle it.
Chapter One – The Beginning
Today was a big day for me, the biggest of my life so far, I thought to myself as I opened one eye and looked at the morning sunshine filtering into the hut. Today I not only turned adult but was also getting married.
The sun broke through the blinds in her room, and she stirred, trying to hide her face from the light. She was not ready to get out of bed yet. Feeling lazy, she might stay in bed until her husband returned from his new job. Besides, she didnt think she could face up to spending the day alone with her new father-in-law. He was still a stranger to her!
ou know how as a young boy growing up you usually learned about sex through the internet, porn, etc…. I was not so fortunate growing up. My only way of releasing was with my hand and to my own thoughts. My parents were strictly religious and polygamists at that so as you could imagine I had an interesting childhood. My father was about 57 at this time when I was 18. I was the oldest boy with two older sisters, and I had 4 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers.
Julies water broke at 3:00 a.m., and Lukes day went more or less downhill from there. Despite Aprils journey down the same canal a year and a half earlier and rigorous attendance at Lamaze classes, Julies cervix remained stuck at three centimeters for most of the day. At 4:00 p.m., when the babys heart began showing signs of stress, the exhausted mother-to-be was rushed to the OR for an emergency Caesarian, and Luke was left alone to prepare himself as best he could for the birth of his second child. At loose ends and in need of the assurance of something familiar, he fished in his pocket for a quarter and lifted the receiver off the pay phone on the wall just inside the waiting room. He dialed his home number and listened impatiently to the clicks as the connection was made.
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