The first thing she noticed about him was his dazzling white smile, the kind that lit up a room, and the next thing was his laugh, so easy and gentle, yet the kind that made you want to laugh along with him because it made you so happy!!! How she ended up down by the water front while the rest of the group was touring the city’s main cathedral she’ll never know, but the olive skinned young man with the beautiful smile was making a pass at her and while she tried to fight it, she couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of being pursued, after all, it had been a long time!!! “You are American, no,” he asked softly while staring straight into her eyes as if he was trying to see deep inside of her!?! “Uh yes, I’m an American,” she replied shyly, “are you a a native of Naples!?!” “But of course,” he replied smoothly, “and how do you like our city!?!” “It’s the most beautiful city I’ve ever seen,” she replied slightly red faced, “with the volcano and all, it’s very romantic!!!” “It is a city for lovers,” he answered, “you know the saying, see Naples and die, but I might add not to quickly!!!” They both giggled at his little joke before he asked, “And what is your name!?!” “My name is Melinda, Melinda Knight,” she replied, “and what’s yours!?!” “My name is Antonio, but of course everyone calls me Tony,” he replied, “would you do me the pleasure of boarding my boat!?!”
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Passion In Naples
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Birthday Games for Friends
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005Lisa had always been the “doucumentor” of the family. She seemed always to be taking notes at every gathering and could recall with great detail what was said or done by anyone there. Since my 21 year old stepdaughter received the camcorder as a gift last Christmas, it has been her constant companion, traveling with her wherever she goes. Alternately it has become almost a permanent fixture on its tripod in the corner of our Family Room, silently and watchfully recording candid views of our family life for posterity. Last weekend Liza knocked on my study door for a short visit before her date, bringing with her a small giftwrapped package. She asked me not to open the package until after both her and her 18 year old sister Jenifer had left for the evening. When her fiance John arrived, she kissed me goodnight, told me to enjoy my gift, and they left for their date. I had been planning to spend the evening working on the revised blueprints for the Mall we were building, but curiosity about the package was getting to me. It seemed like hours before Jenifer’s boyfriend Frankie arrived and they too left for the pool party at Joan’s house (even though it was only 20 min.) but finally I was alone and I could open the mysterious gift. I poured myself a glass of wine and proceeded to rip open the wrapping paper. Inside was a videotape and a note from Liza saying simply “ENJOY”. Their natural father died when they were very young, (Jenifer was only a year old at the time), and their mother was killed in a car accident 4 years later so I had to raise the girls alone, being both mother and father at the same time. It hasn’t been always easy, but we do enjoy a special closeness that only families that have dealt with death like this seem to have. I couldn’t wait any longer to find out what was on this tape, so I fed it into the VCR, turned on the television, and sat back in my recliner to watch. The credits came on. The title was simply Jenifer’s 18th Birthday Party. From the opening frames it was obvious that Liza had recorded it from the tripod in the corner of our Family Room, also it appeared that no one was aware the camera was silently watching and recording the proceedings. I smiled to myself on Liza’s thoughtfulness.
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Shackled
Saturday, November 19th, 2005God it was hot out! Danny was sweltering as he made his final delivery for Elmo’s Finer Foods, the bags of groceries getting heavier and heavier as the day had worn on, until finally he was down to the last stop. It was a large stately home at the far end of Main St. almost out of town. The name on the bags said “Deb Ryan”. They must be new in town because Danny was at least acquainted with just about everyone who lived in Eldon. As he rang the door he again thought about how warm and thirsty he was. The door opened and a very tall dark haired lady of about 45 asked his to come in. She was a striking woman with long hair, long slim legs, and a very big chest! Danny caught himself staring at her as he moved into the living room and headed to the kitchen. “Thirsty,” she asked? “And how,” he answered!!! With that she gave him a tall glass of cold lemonade and motioned for his to follow her into the den. As he settled into the easy chair at the far end of the room, Deb Ryan sat down on the ottoman in front of him giving him a good look down the front of her cleavage! Danny felt his dick begin to harden as Mrs. Ryan rubbed his leg asking him about his work, where he lived, etc. He was almost hypnotized as she looked into his eyes and she continued rubbing his leg. His head began to ring and his words seemed to slur as they continued to talk. Danny had no clue that his drink had been spiked with a drug designed to make his totally subservient and submissive. As his head was spinning, he felt someone pulling him to his feet and leading him down the stairs to a room lighted by candles. Along the walls he could barely make out chains, stocks, and other devices used in bondage games. He stumbled and fell to the floor but couldn’t find the coordination to stand up. He heard voices in the background but couldn’t make them out. Again he felt hands pulling him to his feet and struggled in vain to keep them from removing all of his clothing. Quickly his wrists were bound and pulled over his head and attached to the ceiling, while his legs were pulled apart and shackled to the floor with ankle restraints. Now completely immobilized, he was powerless to prevent his captors from doing anything they wanted with him.
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Dress Code
Monday, November 14th, 2005Life can be truly unbearable for the average male if he is suddenly caught in a pair of frilly girl’s lace panties by one of the girls who works for him. It is obscenely humiliating when the “boss” is an Ensign in the US Navy and is caught in the act by one of his female enlisted subordinates. I know that some of you fantasize about getting caught, and we might subconsciously desire female domination and humiliation; but believe me, experiencing it is quite a different matter! I’ve always been a casual cross dresser, very content to play dress-up games in the privacy of nearby hotel and motel rooms. The Navy doesn’t take kindly to having its men mixing satin and lace with its regulation uniforms. I never took any of my stash (which mainly consisted of several pairs of panties, slips, bras, garter belt, stockings, and panty hose) to work, and even rented a locker off base to keep my secret passion. Since I wasn’t assigned to a ship, but had a four-year tour at a naval base on the east coast, I had ample opportunity to indulge my fantasy life after putting in a full day’s work. This calm and private existence was shattered when I took over the management of an office within the local supply department at the base. The office had five enlisted women assigned to it. This was fairly typical since there are few opportunities for women to serve aboard ships, and shore bases usually get more than their share of Waves. All of the girls were under twenty-five years of age, and they were all rather attractive. I was especially attracted to a young Wave named Linda. She was a stunning twenty year old with long shapely legs and a very tight ass. She really filled out her uniform, and kept most of the men she passed in a state of semi-erection. Even when wearing the normal work uniform of dungarees (Navy for jeans) and a blue work shirt, it was hard to keep your eyes off that girl.
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Cherry Popping
Wednesday, November 9th, 2005Jeanine the virgin, looked up at Robert with apprehensive eyes. He smiled down at her with a barely concealed contempt that made her both revolt against him… and desire him. He told her, withou ceremony, to lie face down on the bed, with a pillow under her tits and her ass in the air. Jeanine did as instructed, her face pressed into the mattress, a pillow under her chest and her ass high and inviting. She presented a delightful view. Robert once agin marveled at his good fortune. Not only was he going to fuck this gorgeous piece of ass but he was going to be the FIRST to fuck this gorgeous piece of ass. “Are you ready to become a woman, Cunt?” Robert asked. Jeanine was having a hard time catching her breath. In this position she realized how vulnerable she was to Robert’s advances. All her life she had saved her virginity for her marriage bed. She had fought temptation, and more than one boyfriend, in doing so and now she knew she was going to lose her most precious gift to this evil man.”Tell me how much you want it Jeanine. Beg me to pop your cherry.” Robert taunted.The tears welled up in Jeanine’s eyes as she looked over her shoulder to see Robert idly stroking his manhood.”Please don’t make me do this Robert.” Jeanine pleaded. Robert’s smile faded as his eyes narrowed. “Now, Bitch, get yourself nice and wet and tell me now how much you want me to fuck you.” As Jeanine resigned herself to the inevitable she heard her own voice begin to beg. “Oh yea baby, I need that nice big Cock. See my pussy? It’s all wet just thinking about what your going to do for me.” Jeanine felt Robert’s hand on her backside as her began to knead her cheeks. She jumped as he began to spread her ass open and felt his hot breath on her now exposed pussy.
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The Student, The Counsellor and The Librarian
Friday, November 4th, 2005It had been a bad evening. Dinner with Brad and the worst argument of their relationship. A really bad evening. Bad enough to make Lisa think she should swear off boys! When Lisa arrived for school the next morning, after her doctors appointment, Joan was quick to track her down before her first class started. “Lisa, could you please come into my office for a few seconds?” Joan asked her in the crowded hallway. Together, they retired into Joan’s guidance office, the one without any windows to the outside. Joan closed the door behind her, without locking it. “How did it go?” the guidance counselor asked the sexy teen, trying to keep any hint of concern out of her voice. “Stop worrying, Joan.” Lisa answered, “The tests were negative. See, I knew there’d be no problem.” “When you’re eighteen, that’s an easy assumption to make.” was all Joan could reply. “Besides, ” Lisa said with that flirtatious, seductive tone her voice could take on, “I just loved the visit. They always give me special treatment there.” “Really?” said Joan, settling back into her chair behind the desk. “And all for free? That’s one nice doctor. I ought to go to him.” “Yeah, you ought to. And his receptionist is pretty cool too!” God, Joan thought, did this slut fuck the doctor and his receptionist in their office? If it were anybody but Lisa, she’d know they were lying. But that’s what she was implying, not by her words but the tone of voice they were spoken in. “Would you like to tell me the details?” asked Joan. “Sure, but maybe later, at your house?” replied Lisa. “I have to go to class soon.” Her smile was wicked and seductive. Joan felt the little demon turn loose in her. She looked at the smiling, sexy girl, and remembered what furious sex they’d had between each other and with John. She could feel her own honey start to flow from the thought.
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