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Ideas update – 

1.    Investigation – Police, Private, your own ..
2.    Voyeurism.
3.    Seasonal –  Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn.
4.  At work :  must happen …at work. Whatever the job, office, building site, garage, bar, car racer, advocate, police, army…
5.  Wet sex : must involve water : pool, lake, sea, shower, bathtub, rain, car wash…
6    Toys and tease.  Sex is optional.
7.  Free theme.  Any Story you want. No under –  age , no bestiality
8.  Cheating
9.  Outer Space – interstellar  space  journey  or  worm hole trip  or a colonizing  trip  to a new world.

The stories can be hetersexual, gay , transexual,  any couples, groups or singles as the writer sees fit for inspiration 

[Brandybee]

 

James

jcm0814 –   Hero Forum Member –  23 February 2013 to 28 June 2014.

“Left,  right,  down a bit,  no up a bit.  That’s it  Jay.  It’s perfect there.”  I stand back looking at it with tears in my eyes as Jayc hammers the tribute in place over The Ice House door.

“Do you think, he would like that Jay?”

“I think he would. He think he would feel honoured we care so much about him”  Jayc jumps down off the chair and hugs me, passing me a handkerchief

“You know tomorrow, I think we should look around his gallery. He has beautiful sexy photographs he has displayed”

“Good idea”  Jayc answers me.

Just Sexy Photos –   https://funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,2503.0.html

Scenes from our private dungeons –  https://funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,2628.0.html

We drink a toast to our friend, leave a whiskey on the bar counter for him and lock up for the night, and remember  him …

Me

The protector

And the song in the bar echoes  round the empty room of the Achat Bar & Grill  as James plays beloved his drums …

Sandy Nelson – Let There Be Drums –    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zC9okWm8A6o

RIP James   You will be missed

[Brandybee]

Standing in the game room i watch as Stone puts up our tribute to our departed friend. a large glass frame with pictures of JCM at Bar parties and concerts. At the bottom are  a pair of his drum sticks and one of his brass belt buckles with his family crest engraved on it. we decide to place it here, near the entrance to the ice house because thats where we could always find him
.
I smile at the thought as  Stone tells me to” moved it up, move it down, to the right a little”

Finally satisfied  we shut off the lights  and lock up the bar for the night. we drive off  to the lake on this  lovely summer evening.

BACK AT THE BAR

All is quiet save for the hum of the beer coolers, when suddenly the  sound system comes to life. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zC9okWm8A6o

RIP James   You will be missed

[Brandybee]

Rest In Peace  James

we will all miss you

[Brandybee]

tho I never met you  I heard only good things about you.

let this poem ease the hearts of those that did know and love you James.

RIP James,

GRIEVE NOT
(Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, 175-186)

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

~ William Wordsworth

maybe we will meet  in time

[Brandybee]

Extracts from the AB&G –   

James (jcm0824) smiles at Blue and Dirish. He is unable to resist slapping Blue’s delightful derrier as she passes by him winking and dangling the spare key to The Dungeon in The Ice House.
“Happy birthday Blue, Have fun,” he murmurs softly and Blue giggles, knowing she will.

Dirish highs fives his good friend and follows Blue.  “Glad you told me about this place my friend,” Dirish wiggles his eyebrows playfully at James and his two lady friends.
James chuckles, glad that he did too. He whispers to the two beautiful women at his side, Snowbunny78 and Sexilicious and asks them both if they would like a little privacy of their own.

The two ladies agree and eagerly take his strong hands, walking with him to the Spa room.

*****
James feels happy that he has good friends here and looks around at the bar as he walks. He feels the warmth and affection all around him.

It seems to glow in the room, a faint glow that begins to get brighter. Somehow he knows it is a good light and his eyes travel the room and he sees the hue is brighter where his friends are.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”  Doris says softly, standing beside him.  Suddenly he realises all the people in the bar were frozen in time. Some in animated discussion, some dancing and laughing.
Even Snowbunny and Sexilicious are statuesque still holding his hand.

“What am I seeing?” James asks slightly bewildered.
“All the love and friendship you created since you have been here.” Doris whispers to him. “It glows and strengthens and the bonds you have with people are never broken. They last through time.”

“Am I dreaming? It seems so serene and beautiful” James whispers and memorises the scenes before him.  All his friends including Cheya, Bluedenim, Dirish, Sexilicious and Snowbunny laughing, smiling and glowing the brightest for him.

All have bright eyes, and almost a teardrop shimmering and forming in them.
He looks closest at them. “They seem different from the rest.”

Doris smiles at him, “That’s because, they sense it.”

James looks at her, seeing her properly for the first time.  “You are the lady in the portrait, dancing over the stage with your man”
Doris nods. “My Stanley. We live here, have done for over a 100 years”

James swallows, “My illness beat me in the end, didn’t it? That’s what you mean by sensing it. My friends know, I have to leave them”
Doris nods again. “They know. They don’t want you to suffer anymore,” she says softly.

James smiles, “I was getting tired. I think I put up a good fight though”
Stanley floats down to stand by Doris, putting his arm around her waist, “You sure did”
James chuckles, feeling good, happy and full of life ironically, the best he has done in ages. “What happens now?”

Doris answers him softly guiding him, “You whisper to your friends, each memory of you, you wish them to remember and keep, you  say good bye to each and every one, promising each, that you will live in their hearts forever. You may be gone. You won’t ever be forgotten.”

“I’m not sure, I want to go yet,” James whispers to them.

“That’s normal.” Stanley soothes him, “It’s just that first step into the unknown. A new chapter for you”
“That’s why we are here,” Doris says, “There are people waiting for you in the next plane, but you can take your time with your friends. Time means little here.”

“Should I be scared?” James asks not sure of his feelings.
Doris shakes her head. “No, don’t be scared. There is a fabulous set of drums up there, some golden ropes and things that you enjoyed here,” she chuckles. “We have some very thoughtful Angels who know how to make new comers feel right at home”

James chuckles, “Should I blush?”
“Absolutely!”  Doris and Stanley say in unison and they all burst out laughing. 

James suddenly feels better, wonderful even. He knows his time has come and he knows that he has had a good, full filling life. Slowly it flashes before him and Doris and Stanley hold him steady as he sees and remembers.
When it’s over, James is smiling.  “My life was wonderful”

Stanley and Doris nod in agreement. “You are a very special man. You will be greatly missed”

Doris takes his hand, “Come, whisper in your friends ears the special memory you wish them to have, we will wait for you over here”

James approaches each of his friends,  each of his band members in the Cocks N Roses and each of his special ladies.
He whispers things only for them and notes the glow brightens around them.

The moments are special, unique and ones that imprint in their minds and souls forever.

“Good bye, my friends,” he tells them at the end, “Don’t be sad at my passing. Be glad we had the good fortune to meet each other, to spend time together and to make wonderful memories together”

He kisses each lady and shakes each man’s hand.

He turns to his new friends, Doris and Stanley, “I am ready”

Then as if on queue, a giant stairway appears in the centre of the AB&G with the glow of his friends in the afterlife at the top.

And with Doris and Stanley by his side, he ascends with a sense of peace, of happiness and of joy.

“Do you think, I could come back to visit the Spa and bar on occasions?” James jokes with the ghostly couple.

Laughter is heard and Doris’s answer, “Oh, we insist”

The AB&G returns to normal time,  James has passed but never forgotten. His imprint on the AB&G and The Icehouse will be there forever, in its history.

His friends sense and feel his spirit and raise their glasses in toast to the special man who was part of their lives.
“To James – jcm0824- and the wonderful memories, he created. Rest in Peace Dear Friend.”

And the drums on stage suddenly beat and play on their own….

Gun's N' Roses – Knockin On Heavens Door     –      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tmc8rJgxUI&feature=kp

In memory of our jcm0824.  A much respected and loved member of our Forum Village.

[Brandybee]

James (jcm0824) smiles at Blue and Dirish. He is unable to resist slapping Blue’s delightful derrier as she passes by him winking and dangling the spare key to The Dungeon in The Ice House.
“Happy birthday Blue, Have fun,” he murmurs softly and Blue giggles, knowing she will.

Dirish highs fives his good friend and follows Blue.  “Glad you told me about this place my friend,” Dirish wiggles his eyebrows playfully at James and his two lady friends.
James chuckles, glad that he did too. He whispers to the two beautiful women at his side, Snowbunny78 and Sexilicious and asks them both if they would like a little privacy of their own.

The two ladies agree and eagerly take his strong hands, walking with him to the Spa room.

*****
James feels happy that he has good friends here and looks around at the bar as he walks. He feels the warmth and affection all around him.

It seems to glow in the room, a faint glow that begins to get brighter. Somehow he knows it is a good light and his eyes travel the room and he sees the hue is brighter where his friends are.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”  Doris says softly, standing beside him.  Suddenly he realises all the people in the bar were frozen in time. Some in animated discussion, some dancing and laughing.
Even Snowbunny and Sexilicious are statuesque still holding his hand.

“What am I seeing?” James asks slightly bewildered.
“All the love and friendship you created since you have been here.” Doris whispers to him. “It glows and strengthens and the bonds you have with people are never broken. They last through time.”

“Am I dreaming? It seems so serene and beautiful” James whispers and memorises the scenes before him.  All his friends including Cheya, Bluedenim, Dirish, Sexilicious and Snowbunny laughing, smiling and glowing the brightest for him.

All have bright eyes, and almost a teardrop shimmering and forming in them.
He looks closest at them. “They seem different from the rest.”

Doris smiles at him, “That’s because, they sense it.”

James looks at her, seeing her properly for the first time.  “You are the lady in the portrait, dancing over the stage with your man”
Doris nods. “My Stanley. We live here, have done for over a 100 years”

James swallows, “My illness beat me in the end, didn’t it? That’s what you mean by sensing it. My friends know, I have to leave them”
Doris nods again. “They know. They don’t want you to suffer anymore,” she says softly.

James smiles, “I was getting tired. I think I put up a good fight though”
Stanley floats down to stand by Doris, putting his arm around her waist, “You sure did”
James chuckles, feeling good, happy and full of life ironically, the best he has done in ages. “What happens now?”

Doris answers him softly guiding him, “You whisper to your friends, each memory of you, you wish them to remember and keep, you  say good bye to each and every one, promising each, that you will live in their hearts forever. You may be gone. You won’t ever be forgotten.”

“I’m not sure, I want to go yet,” James whispers to them.

“That’s normal.” Stanley soothes him, “It’s just that first step into the unknown. A new chapter for you”
“That’s why we are here,” Doris says, “There are people waiting for you in the next plane, but you can take your time with your friends. Time means little here.”

“Should I be scared?” James asks not sure of his feelings.
Doris shakes her head. “No, don’t be scared. There is a fabulous set of drums up there, some golden ropes and things that you enjoyed here,” she chuckles. “We have some very thoughtful Angels who know how to make new comers feel right at home”

James chuckles, “Should I blush?”
“Absolutely!”  Doris and Stanley say in unison and they all burst out laughing. 

James suddenly feels better, wonderful even. He knows his time has come and he knows that he has had a good, full filling life. Slowly it flashes before him and Doris and Stanley hold him steady as he sees and remembers.
When it’s over, James is smiling.  “My life was wonderful”

Stanley and Doris nod in agreement. “You are a very special man. You will be greatly missed”

Doris takes his hand, “Come, whisper in your friends ears the special memory you wish them to have, we will wait for you over here”

James approaches each of his friends,  each of his band members in the Cocks N Roses and each of his special ladies.
He whispers things only for them and notes the glow brightens around them.

The moments are special, unique and ones that imprint in their minds and souls forever.

“Good bye, my friends,” he tells them at the end, “Don’t be sad at my passing. Be glad we had the good fortune to meet each other, to spend time together and to make wonderful memories together”

He kisses each lady and shakes each man’s hand.

He turns to his new friends, Doris and Stanley, “I am ready”

Then as if on queue, a giant stairway appears in the centre of the AB&G with the glow of his friends in the afterlife at the top.

And with Doris and Stanley by his side, he ascends with a sense of peace, of happiness and of joy.

“Do you think, I could come back to visit the Spa and bar on occasions?” James jokes with the ghostly couple.

Laughter is heard and Doris’s answer, “Oh, we insist”

The AB&G returns to normal time,  James has passed but never forgotten. His imprint on the AB&G and The Icehouse will be there forever, in its history.

His friends sense and feel his spirit and raise their glasses in toast to the special man who was part of their lives.
“To James – jcm0824- and the wonderful memories, he created. Rest in Peace Dear Friend.”

And the drums on stage suddenly beat and play on their own….

Gun's N' Roses – Knockin On Heavens Door     –    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tmc8rJgxUI&feature=kp

In memory of our jcm0824.  A much respected and loved member of our Forum Village.

[Brandybee]

Fast and Furious.

[Brandybee]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOXYROXXY

  Enjoy you day and have lots of gooey sweet things.

xxx

[Brandybee]

1.    Investigation – Police, Private, your own ..
2.    Voyeurism.

I like the idea of setting a story with a seasonal background.

3.  Seasonal –  Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn.

[Brandybee]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEEKA

Hope you get hugs & kisses all day 

[Brandybee]

Well,   the time is here once again for the launch of the voting for The Erotic Contest Story  –

The stories for Erotic Contest 7 –  JOURNEY  are now published.

I have  10  stories that have been entered in the Erotic Story Contest. Thank you all so much for entering.

May I personally thank each and every one of you for your help and support for making Erotic Story Contest 7 the success it is. Thank you to mrsexlover for the poster, he created to launch this contest. 

Thank You to  ALL the authors who decided to compete, the ones who tried to beat the deadline but real life issues intervened- it happens ( BUT, I will get you next time  ) – and all of you who will take the time to read and vote for your favourite story, another Big Thank You.

Every vote is important, it shows the authors you really do care for their efforts and that their stories are very much appreciated.

All of the stories are unique and fantastic in their own right. Each is an achievement in their own right.  So Thank You on my behalf and that of Forum for entering the Erotic Story Contest 7.

There are a mix of authors as usual,  but there are some who have overcome difficulties  to meet the contest dead line, that are never actually  publicised  and I feel should be recognised and commended , even if anonymously to protect confidentiality.

There are our none native English speakers –  To write a story in a second language and to put it up for a contest  against Native English Speakers is an achievement in itself.  I know, I could never accomplish such a feat or even have the confidence to then put it up for a vote and critique.

So, as Contest Manager – I would like to commend each and every one of you. You have my utmost respect and admiration.  Well Done You.

You all know who you are, and I extend a personal Thank you to you, for your support and courageous efforts.

Also  my “anchor “  authors who always enter a story  to show support for me, for forum and  for unwavering support for the Erotic Story Contests … Thank you so much.

And Thank You to new authors who decided to push themselves on this occasion and submit their very first story for the contest.   Well done and no matter what the outcome of the voting, you are now a published Erotic Author for Achats Forum…  Well done and I hope you enter future contests.

No matter, how the voting falls, and there are always surprises in the Forum Village, as it should be, Please, do not ever be disheartened if your story only attracts a few votes – remember, only one story can be voted for by each Forum Member as a favourite.  Your goal has in fact, already been achieved – you HAVE reached your personal goal of your story being entered and published and you will receive a minimum of A$600, when the voting is concluded.  That makes you a winner already in my eyes.

The top 3 prizes are always a bonus though and with that said,

I proudly present the published stories –   “JOURNEY” – THE STORIES.  EROTIC CONTEST 7 open for voting….

GOOD LUCK TO ONE AND ALL.     AND   HAPPY READING (and wanking    ).

Forum Home Page > Organizations & Events > Contests > ” JOURNEY ” THE STORIES. EROTIC STORY CONTEST 7.  … https://funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,3232.0.html

NB – EROTIC  STORY  CONTEST  8 

6. The new Topic  for Erotic Contest 8 – theme suggestions will be opened from  TUESDAY  1 JULY 2014 to  THURSDAY 31 JULY  2014.
7. The poll will be opened FRIDAY  1  AUGUST  2014 till  SUNDAY 31 AUGUST 2014 for Forum Members to decide the theme of the new Erotic Story Contest 8

Forum Home Page > Organizations & Events > Contests  > EROTIC STORY CONTEST 8 – O.T.    https://funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,3231.0.html

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Important  Contest  Dates:

1. Submitting:    Opening date for submitting stories is TUESDAY  1  APRIL 2014.

2. Deadline:       The Deadline for submitting your stories is MONDAY  30 JUNE 2014. ( 7pm UK Time )

3. Voting:   The poll will be opened TUESDAY  1 JULY 2014 ( Or following the publishing of the stories on MONDAY  30 JUNE 2014 ) .

4. Closing:  The poll will be closed  SUNDAY 31 AUGUST 2014 ( 7pm UK time )

5. Winners will be announced MONDAY  1 SEPTEMPBER 2014. ( Or following the close of the poll on SUNDAY 31 AUGUST 2014 )

I wish all contestants good luck, and all Forum Members, Guests and Achat Gods a lot of enjoyment when reading…

Happy writing, reading and other things ……   hehe     

[Brandybee]

Well,   the time is here once again for the launch of the voting for The Erotic Contest Story  –

The stories for Erotic Contest 7 –  JOURNEY  are now published.

I have  10  stories that have been entered in the Erotic Story Contest. Thank you all so much for entering.

May I personally thank each and every one of you for your help and support for making Erotic Story Contest 7 the success it is. Thank you to mrsexlover for the poster, he created to launch this contest. 

Thank You to  ALL the authors who decided to compete, the ones who tried to beat the deadline but real life issues intervened- it happens ( BUT, I will get you next time  ) – and all of you who will take the time to read and vote for your favourite story, another Big Thank You.

Every vote is important, it shows the authors you really do care for their efforts and that their stories are very much appreciated.

All of the stories are unique and fantastic in their own right. Each is an achievement in their own right.  So Thank You on my behalf and that of Forum for entering the Erotic Story Contest 7.

There are a mix of authors as usual,  but there are some who have overcome difficulties  to meet the contest dead line, that are never actually  publicised  and I feel should be recognised and commended , even if anonymously to protect confidentiality.

There are our none native English speakers –  To write a story in a second language and to put it up for a contest  against Native English Speakers is an achievement in itself.  I know, I could never accomplish such a feat or even have the confidence to then put it up for a vote and critique.

So, as Contest Manager – I would like to commend each and every one of you. You have my utmost respect and admiration.  Well Done You.

You all know who you are, and I extend a personal Thank you to you, for your support and courageous efforts.

Also  my “anchor “  authors who always enter a story  to show support for me, for forum and  for unwavering support for the Erotic Story Contests … Thank you so much.

And Thank You to new authors who decided to push themselves on this occasion and submit their very first story for the contest.   Well done and no matter what the outcome of the voting, you are now a published Erotic Author for Achats Forum…  Well done and I hope you enter future contests.

No matter, how the voting falls, and there are always surprises in the Forum Village, as it should be, Please, do not ever be disheartened if your story only attracts a few votes – remember, only one story can be voted for by each Forum Member as a favourite.  Your goal has in fact, already been achieved – you HAVE reached your personal goal of your story being entered and published and you will receive a minimum of A$600, when the voting is concluded.  That makes you a winner already in my eyes.

The top 3 prizes are always a bonus though and with that said,

I proudly present the published stories –   “JOURNEY” – THE STORIES.  EROTIC CONTEST 7 open for voting….

GOOD LUCK TO ONE AND ALL.     AND   HAPPY READING (and wanking    ).

Forum Home Page > Organizations & Events > Contests > ” JOURNEY ” THE STORIES. EROTIC STORY CONTEST 7.  … https://funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,3232.0.html

NB – EROTIC  STORY  CONTEST  8 

6. The new Topic  for Erotic Contest 8 – theme suggestions will be opened from  TUESDAY  1 JULY 2014 to  THURSDAY 31 JULY  2014.
7. The poll will be opened FRIDAY  1  AUGUST  2014 till  SUNDAY 31 AUGUST 2014 for Forum Members to decide the theme of the new Erotic Story Contest 8

Forum Home Page > Organizations & Events > Contests  > EROTIC STORY CONTEST 8 – O.T.    https://funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,3231.0.html

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Important  Contest  Dates:

1. Submitting:    Opening date for submitting stories is TUESDAY  1  APRIL 2014.

2. Deadline:       The Deadline for submitting your stories is MONDAY  30 JUNE 2014. ( 7pm UK Time )

3. Voting:   The poll will be opened TUESDAY  1 JULY 2014 ( Or following the publishing of the stories on MONDAY  30 JUNE 2014 ) .

4. Closing:  The poll will be closed  SUNDAY 31 AUGUST 2014 ( 7pm UK time )

5. Winners will be announced MONDAY  1 SEPTEMPBER 2014. ( Or following the close of the poll on SUNDAY 31 AUGUST 2014 )

I wish all contestants good luck, and all Forum Members, Guests and Achat Gods a lot of enjoyment when reading…

Happy writing, reading and other things ……   hehe     

[Brandybee]

                              

10.   Train to Freedom.    Part 2     –     Lover 

He lifted me, kissed me deeply for in about one minute, while he was fondling my butt and pussy… then turned me around. I was holding myself on the washing basin when I heard his zipper zzz. Next I felt his lips on my neck… it was so wonderful… and when his cock touched my slit I almost came again.

Instead of fucking me straight, he just was rubbing his cock against my pussy… “Last chance to say no!” He teased me.
“No!”
“No?” His voice was smiling…
“Yes – I mean YESSS!”
More he didn’t want to know.
“Aaahhh!!!” His cock filled my love channel completely. Quickly I bit my hand, not to scream out loud.

Now he was not the tender caring man, now he was a wild beast. He fucked me standing from behind, thrusting his rock hard cock deep, in and out my burning pussy. Each of his thrusts triggered a little earthquake in my body. He was so fantastic.
When he felt, I was close, he slowed down, almost stopped all his actions.
“What?” was all I could say.

Instead of answering, he kissed my neck and fondled my buttocks.
When I calmed down, he started to shag me again. Slow first, but soon increased speed and pressure. Never did I feel something like this before. No comparison to my husband. This was sex. Great. Perfect.
He moved faster, buried his fingers in my flesh and his hot breath hit my neck. It seemed his cocking is growing more and more, I felt him so deep inside…

Then he came – OH YEAH. His load filled my pussy and his shrugging cock made me cum too.
Unable to scream anymore, my voice just was huskily and gasping. Heaven! Would this moment never end…
But of course it had to end. Though he was awesome, he was human. And still caring. He turned me around and again kissed me, caressing my face too. Happiness filled me and I had to cry again – tears of blessedness this time.
What started with being wet – because of the rain – finished with being wet. Now it was my pussy, wetted with his and my juices and my body wet because of sweating.

“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome – just why? It was my pleasure.” He replied.
“You showed me what life is about. And you showed me, I have to change my life and live my own, happy one now.”

We sat down in a cabin and I told him everything. He listened to me for two hours, then he reached his destination.
We never have met afterwards. But I never will forget him and this day.
Often I remembered this first day of my new life. So I do now as I’m riding the same train, going to my mom again. She isn’t ill anymore, everything went fine.

Now I’m going to her because I left my husband. For some weeks I need a place to stay, until I get my own apartment. Thinking about this stranger, smiling about our adventure…

The guy opposite is looking at me. Looking at him, thinking why don’t you flirt with him?
Still unexperienced with flirting, but willing to learn, I put my right leg above my left one. My skirt is sliding up and he has to see my thigh high stockings. He does! Also he’s starting to talk to me.

That’s good – he makes it easier for me. “Would you open the window please? I ask him and he gets up to do.
Looking at his butt, which is covered in a tight blue jeans but looks fantastic. While he’s turning his back to me, I open two buttons of my blouse. As he turns around again, he has a great view to my cleavage. My nipples are covered by a white, semi-transparent lace bra. My thighs are covered by an elegant but short black skirt. A coat is not needed today – it’s a hot and sunny day.

His eyes are smiling. Without asking, he sits down aside me. It seems we both know what we want and it’s not talking.
Since I met this guy that day, my life has changed. I got the strength to leave my husband and discovered my sexuality.
I had some hot sex adventures and still want more.
Now this handsome guy has to satisfy me! He kisses passionately and his hands is kneading my breasts through the fabric of my shirt. With one fast move I slide onto his lap, our tongues still knotted.

My tits are pressed on his chest and my nipples are hard and stiffened. My pussy is wet already and begging for his cock. He pushes me down and I know what to do – looking at him, opening his button and zipper, pulling out his rocket. That’s what I need now!
Flickering my tongue around his cockhead, wanking and squeezing his shaft, hearing him moaning. Mmm.. start sucking his cock deep into my mouth and as he starts lifting his hips, I can feel his cock in my throat. The first time it happened I almost got sick but now I’m loving it.
My panties get wetter and wetter and for granted my fingers are rubbing my pussy. His gasping and moaning is turning me on and I can’t wait to feel his cock in me.

He takes my head, pulls me up and kisses me deeply. Grabbing my hips, he leads me to his cock. While I start riding him, he opens my shirt and bra and starts massaging and squeezing my boobs.
So so good…
Throwing my head back, dancing on his cock, feeling desired and admired. He is so strong, he knows how to handle a woman and when he starts sucking my tits I almost cum.

But not yet… more, more, more… take me stranger, fuck me in the rhythm of the train.
He stops.
NOOO! What are you doing? Don’t stop please…
He gets up, flips me around and I understand. Kneeing on the seat now, holding myself on the headrest, offering him my backside. His cock is touching my slit, slowly it’s slipping inside.. deeper, deeper, deeper…

Shag me is all I can think now but he is torturing me. Just very slow he is moving forth and back, holding my hips with his strong hands. As I think this pain never will end, he slaps my buttocks.
“Ouch!” I scream but it’s a wonderful feeling.

He grabs my hips, it’s a feeling as if a bench vice would hold me, and then he increases speed. Fucking me hard and fast now, pulling my hips towards him with every thrust he does.

YES! That’s it – fuck me baby, fuck me until I can’t no more.
“I want to see your face” is all I hear as he stops shagging me and turns me around again.
My legs spread wide, more lying than sitting now, he goes on. We’re looking at each other, though I can hardly keep my eyes open. My heart beats faster, my orgasm is building and so does his. We’re both exploding in same moment.
My pussy is sucking his cock, his shaft is rubbing my inner walls and his load is mixing with my own juices. While we’re still cumming, he starts kissing me and don’t stop before we both are exhausted completely.

Quickly I take his cock and lick it. No, I suck it as a lollipop. Cleaning it with mouth and tongue.
“Mmm that’s fantastic.” He is moaning.
His cock is so yummy. So far, no guy came in my mouth. This I will try next, I know.
As we both are able to breathe again, we hear the sound of the train. Just in time we finished, we’re reaching the station and he has to go.
“Thank you, I never had such a hot experience before. Do we meet again?” He asks.
“Maybe. I’m often journeying by train now.” I say smiling.

With a last long kiss he takes leave.
I hear the sound of the train running along the tracks. Finally free. Divorced and alone, but happy.

In one hour I will be home too. In my new, old home. This is my new life. Will it be perfect? I don’t know – but I know, it will be a much better one.
Looking forward to it, I’m deep in thoughts as the door opens and a young couple enters the cabin. We talk a little, they tell they are going on vacation and as they’re asking me about my destination I want to say “Clarksville”.

But then I wait a second… “For me, this is the train to freedom.”

The End.

[Brandybee]

                           

10.  Train to Freedom.    Part 1  –    Lover 

I hear the sound of the train running along the tracks. Finally free. Divorced and alone, but happy. Released now, after giving myself for more than 20 years to a guy who always treated me like his own. I was just an item for him. His mom, when he needed something to eat and the house to be cleaned, his shoulder when he came home crying like a little baby and his puppet when he needed someone to fuck.
Which happened just once a month and then it only took a minute. He jumped on me, pushed his cock into my pussy and came. Turned around to sleep and snore after.

I didn’t dare to stand up against him. I was too weak and also my education always was to be a caring wife.
Until that day I met HIM. Tall, strong, dark eyes and beefy. He was a real gentleman, very nice and kind and he also was strong and powerful. His will, the clearness in his words, his assertiveness.
Do you know this? You just see a person but you know everything about him. These people, who just enter a room and take it. Because of their appearance, their charisma, the way they talk.
Never thought such a man would be interested to get to know me – me, the unimposing wallflower. But he was.
We met the day I was going back to my old village, Clarksville. My mom was very ill and I wanted to visit her. Of course my hubby didn’t have time for me. “Got to work.” Was all he said when I asked him. So I took the train.
It was raining cats and dogs. I was wet to the bones and my coat hardly protected me from all the wind. I hurried up the stairs to the station and almost screamed. My train was just about to go. I started running and stumbled on the last step. Oh shit. There I was lying in the middle of a big puddle. Thank you god for this weather. 

“That’s very sweet of you. But you don’t have to fall down on your knees in front of me. Yes, I’m a king – but that’s just my name.” He spoke with a big grin in his face.
Still upset I looked at him “What are you talking about?”
“King. Georg Layton King. That’s me.” He laughed, took my hand and helped me to get up. More he lifted me until we stood face to face. I still was upset, but his big smile made me melt away. I didn’t feel the rain and the dirt on my face anymore. His hand was strong but also soft and warm. His voice deep with a wonderful timbre. If he had kissed me…
“Wake up,” I said to myself, “you’re married. A guy like this never will touch you.”
“We should get on the train before it leaves” He said and offered his hand.
A bit shy I took it. He also helped me getting up the stairs and we were inside just when the doors closed.
“Your face is dirty.” He was smiling but I also noticed some sympathy in his eyes. “Do you want to go to toilet to clean it?”
All I could do was nodding. I felt overwhelmed by my feelings. Still angry about the situation, embarrassed that he had to help me but also electrified of his charm and look. This smile of him… in this minute he paid more attention to me than my own husband in 20 years. And with each of his soft touches I relaxed more and more.

As naturally he opened the door to the toilet and let me go in. He joined and closed the door behind. Then he took a tissue, wetted it and very soft he cleaned my face. It was wonderful, I hoped he won’t stop at all.

“You better take off the wet coat.” He suggested and I did. His eyes got big and sparkled. Obviously he liked what he saw. “Phew, may I say that’s an amazing dress! It suits perfect.” He said.
I thanked him and said “It’s nothing special. Just an old one.”
My dress was an old blue and white Chinese qipao dress, which I purchased about 5 years ago in “Keiko’s Fashion Closet”. It was short, mid thigh length with a small slit up each side.  It was classy and sexy at the same time. It was sleeveless with a high neck which fastened around the neck but had an opening just above my cleavage showing the bare flesh. Although old, it was my best dress and I always felt well dressed in it and that it showed off my figure to best advantage.
We had been invited to an Asian wedding and this dress was perfect for this evening, hence the purchase.
5 years ago… so long ago. Since that day we never went out anymore…
His gentle compliment made me feel better though. My hubby never ever noticed if I wore a dress or a gown.
For sure I’m not a perfect ten, but also I’m not ugly. My body always was in good shape, my legs long and slim and my breasts full. Ok, some pounds too much but I’m feeling fine. The brown hair is curly and reaching my shoulders.

Suddenly the train started and we stumbled. More we fell into each other. His voice brought me back to here and now.
“Sorry. My fault.” I just looked deep into his dark brown eyes and as he wanted to unhand me, I wrapped my arms around and kissed him. Shocked about what I was doing I stopped and went one step back.
Blood was rushing into my face and I’m sure I looked as red as a hydrant. Before I was able to say anything, he pulled me back. Holding me with his strong hands, I felt his tongue opening my lips. French kissing… how long I have been waiting for this… Our tongues dance and snaked, his right hand was touching my butt and his left one hold my head. I forgot everything. My body was shivering – like a flower in desert, waiting for water for years and now it finally started raining.

We didn’t say a word. How could we? We were kissing passionately, greedy… I was sucking his tongue as if there were no tomorrow. Both of his hands were kneading my buttocks. All I felt was desire – and wetness. Was it because of the rain or was it my throbbing pussy? Whatever!

He lifted my dress. OH GOD! When I felt his hands on my thighs, waves of lust were going through my body. He stopped kissing. Looking at him, my body was screaming “Don’t stop kissing!” But my mouth was silent. Like in slow motion he went down to his knees. His face close to my vulva, I even could feel his breath. Do it! My body was begging. Don’t wait. Do it now please. What are you waiting for? Come on. Are you afraid now? Don’t you like what you see? None of these words left my lips but my mind was shouting.

And then he kissed me. Kissed the fabric of my panties, which were soaked already. Mmm.  So tenderly. Playful. Slowly he pulled off my panties. Next I felt his index finger discovering my pussy lips… my slit… until he reached my little button. My knees got weak and I thought I’m going to faint.
Quickly he sat me down on the toilet.
I was not able to think. Married, sitting on a more or less dirty toilet of a train, my pussy touched, kissed and licked by a stranger… for me, only dirty sluts would do this. Now I was like them – me, a well-educated, faithful caring wife. Worst of all – I was loving it. I wanted to continue. I wanted he would fuck me now, thrusting his hard fat cock deep into my pussy… but he didn’t. Not yet.
He went on pampering my vagina with his fingers and mouth. He was doing everything right. Licking up and down my lips, then and when flickering his tongue around my clit… teasing my entrance, just touching it with tip of his tongue. I wanted to grab his head and push it against my wet hole – but I didn’t dare. I moaned loud as he started sucking my lips… OOOHH… never felt this feeling before.
There was nothing I could say, just moaning and whimpering. And then it happened – his tongue dived deep into my pussy. When he also pressed his thumb on my clit, it was too much for me – a big orgasm ran through my body, a big scream escaped my mouth and like a fountain my pussy was gushing. It was like a volcano, erupting after an eternity.
While I was cumming, he went on fucking my pussy with his tongue. When I finally calmed down, he stopped and smiled at me. “Somebody needed it badly.” He winked.
Looking at him, tears were filling my eyes. Feeling dirty because of what I had done, sad because a stranger had to give me those wonderful feelings and also as satisfied as I never was before. He embraced me. He said nothing at all but I felt his warmth and I felt safe.

My mind got clear! Knowing what to do and how I have to my life now, I looked at him and said “I want you!”
He looked, waited a moment then asked “Sure?”
“Yes. As sure as I never have been before in my life. I want you – and I want to feel your…” thinking about the right word…”hard cock deep in my pussy!” 
Waiting one more second, adding “Here and now!”

– continued –

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