Bud was discovering the sexual enjoyment of humiliation thru Mona, his mom. Mom became quite the little hot bottom in town while working behind the cosmetic counter. Most of Buds football teammates were quiet but new, some werent like Spike. Spike led us in warm ups during practice and games, and called push ups and arm thrusts Monas. Mom had become the team motivator and didnt know it.

Noon, the day after Eve had her night of sex in the Pullman with Dads business associte, found Bud sitting alone in Coach and reading magazines. Mom slept in, then found her way to the seat next to me. Eve looked remarkably refreshed considering the banging she had incurred a short time later at the hands of Fred. She was wearing these form fitting, tight red shorts with a zipper in back. A sleeveless white blouse and these cute, white peep toes hi heels with bows.

Im not gonna be around." So it was, Bud learned to drive a stick, and Dads vintage Ford became mine, on the condition of driving mom. It was a three day journey back to the town we once left, Pineville. A one night stay in a motel with a full sized bed, sleeping at rest stops with her bundled in my arms. Mom had always been a hot commodity, and her ass was now my responsibility. I could now use that ass as I saw fit instead of Dad. Only one catch, I had a Sweetheart waiting on me in Pineville also, and one Mom did not like. She wanted me to further my education and that I was. We arrived back in Pinetown with the floorboard covering in empty chips wrappers, soda pop

It was the era when white shirts and pencil thin black ties, crew cuts with fenders, dresss below the knee in peep toed heels were giving way to the sexual revolution of sideburns and women in hot pants. There stood Harold, Eve, mom, and Bud alongside the El Capitan at Union Station. It was mine and moms annual trek down South to meet the folks on a slow moving train. Mom was wearing a wide brimmed white hat and holding a parasol umbrella.

Vivian and Marco didnt hit off on our first introduction. She never even acknowledged my presence or shook my hand. Vivian was a hard case in comparison with her daughter whom I married. Gina was a natural submissive while Viv a dominant master, but visually and emotionally I became sexually attracted to her. Vivian was a platinum blond Italian, with links to the famaliga.

I was on my own, and had to get through by any means possible. I hadnt seen my roommate, who was also the owner of the house, yet, but in our e-mail correspondence he seemed very nice. He was especially kind when I explained my situation. I was on my own at 18; I was crashing at a friends house while I was I finally found one, at a local supermarket, it paid enough for me to move out of my friends house and support myself. So I went to some online classified sites and found Louie. He told me about his two-story house just a few miles outside of the town I was living in. Arrangements were made and soon I was moving in with him.

Date: Fri, 05 Jan 2007 04:23:14 -0800 From: Nicholas Josh nicholasjoshhotmail.com Subject: Vintage Houseboy This story is a work of fiction. All characters are imaginary. Part One Not bad for a 34-year-old single guy! Im Jake and Ive worked hard for the past decade after getting my degree in physical therapy. In fact, tours are sometimes given and I have to keep the place in the vintage tradition. Im thankful tours are restricted to the first two floors. Little did I know that "vintage tradition" included real people as well--actors. This morning as I was coming downstairs, I saw standing next to the front door a young man--or an older teenage boy.

Archive name: vintage.txt FFM, orgy Authors name: Anon PIXNIX Author Story title : Vintage Wine -- Copyright 1991 To Anon PIXNIX Author Please do not remove the author information -- or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non- commercial "free" web sites, or in the "free" areas of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -- Vintage Wine by Anon PIXNIX Author - 1991 ** I had been living in the apartment building for three years. The two women had been next door for the past two. Over the course of time, we exchanged the typical pleasantries and small talk. Eventually we developed a comfortable but relatively casual relationship.

Its "I write, you read" not "I give, you take." - - "Vintage" copyright June 2002 by Souvie A flash story in 210 words. "Mama, how do you know when the grapes are ready to harvest?" "That is a question you should save for your grandpa. He decides when the grapes are ready." "Does everyone in the world make wine?" "Oh, mia cara, sometimes it seems like that, no? We make wine because thats what weve always done. To live in Tuscany and do otherwise is sacrilegious." "Luigi says that his papa uses machines, and that stomping is for retards." "Luigi is an imbecile, much like his dear papa. Our way is the traditional way, the way weve done it for generations. You

Today you are my vintage beauty in the west and I am your young lover in the east. It gives me immense pleasure to experience the taste of the forbidden fruit which we tasted thousands of years ago. You were my great royal wife, my official consort, and most importantly, my older sister. You are so beautiful but not the vintage beauty one. You care about me like a good older sister and a faithful wife. You shower me with the love of a sister and a sensual wife. As a dedicated royal wife you take an important part in the religion of the country and officiated the rites in the temples as a priestess. My name was Akhom, and you were Nafrini.