Adult Female


Interview with a rapist

Interview with a rapist. Imagine an interview room, painted green and cream as so often is the decor of the Police and municipal buildings. Imagine a stainless steel table, square, shiny from use and bolted to the floor. Three chairs surround the stained table top, cheap aluminium, easily replaced. Two large Police detectives face a grubby little man, unshaven, dirty and somewhat dishevelled from the poor treatment he alleges he received at the time of his arrest. The following is the one sided responses to their questioning:It didn't start out that way, just sort of happened. I didn't leave my house thinking I am going to go out and rape the shit out of someone today.

Jane's safari Chapter one

Chapter oneBefore this tale unfolds, I am aware that a fully grown and sexually mature gorilla has a dick about three inches or less in length. However, this is a story, based in fantasy, carrying licence to make it up as I go along. So just sit back, relax and let your imagination fill in the blanks; enjoy my friends. Jane had left her job three months ago. The lure of money and working had long since lost its appeal. Ever since her holiday, touring the outback of Western Australia, she had felt time was slipping by.

Jemma

It looks like a rape, but read on and discover that it isn't. The following story is based on the imagination of a reader who has given permission for the use of her ideas. For the sake of privacy, her name will not be published and does not bare any resemblance to the characters portrayed herein. The beginning is entirely her story, with only editorial alterations, background, in fills and the conclusion on my part. As with all of the works posted by me, under my name, it is protected by international copyright and may not be copied, published or posted under any other name without express permission of the author.

Meeting of minds

He padded into the room, paused and glanced at the people, who stared back at him with baleful looks. The room held three strangers; his mistress and a fourth, shadowy figure in an alcove that he couldn't quite make out. His olfactory senses informed him of the charged atmosphere. Mingled with the familiar aroma of sex and pheromones was apprehension, even a little fear. The perfumes worn by them did little to hide the musk of sweat and aroused glandular activity. His nose told him of these things, it never lied. Two women sat on the red leather settee. A blond haired woman, dressed in some sort of loose gown printed in gaudy colours sat nearest the door. She it was exuded the apprehension.

Moon Phases

Six months earlier. It was at a beach party that Jack was turned. Someone, an acquaintance, invited him and a few bottles, to the dunes on the South Kentish Sea front near Dungeness. As usual, he drank a bit too much, but he was sure afterwards, that his drink was spiked. Certainly, he had a metallic taste in his mouth the next morning and a monumental headache, the like he had never experienced before. He was also quite photosensitive to the point of almost being blinded by the sunlight. He was alone and all that remained of the previous night's party were a few dying embers in the fire, and a few beer bottles and cans scattered around.

Retribution

It took Jon nearly a year to arrange it, but now his careful planning and meticulous timing was coming into fruition. Having past the wrought iron gates and driven down the gravel drive with tufts of grass growing through it, the end game was now in full swing, like a run away juggernaut, it was unstoppable. He could picture when it all started, the re-run going through his minds eye as he drove towards destiny. It seemed that it had been one of those days; one of those occasional days, when anything and everything that could go wrong, would go very wrong. The car had stopped for some inexplicable reason, probably electrical.

Role play

Occasionally, just occasionally, role play in the bedroom takes on a whole new intensity and, instead of role playing; the person becomes the role and is taken to another dimension. Occasionally, what starts out as a fantasy, stitched into a session of sex, soon becomes a situation, where anything becomes possible. Where inhibitions are left behind and the participants are removed from the real world of stresses and strife to a place, totally overtaken by the acts of present and future, lust and promise of fulfillment. The following is one such event; where the players become the played and all plans become secondary to the unfolding events, where the scene is the lasting real part of a fiction.

Sal's lover

Sal's love. Brrrrb. Brrrrrb. Sal picked up the wall phone on the second ring and tucked it under her chin. "Hello." Her hands were covered in flour and a stray lock of hair got pushed back with her wrist. "I know what you did last summer." The heavily disguised voice announced through the earpiece. "Josh! Hi how are you? Where are you?" Her pleasure at hearing his voice was evident in the immediate flush to her cheeks and breathlessness he always caused. "Hi-ya Sal; I'm downtown and around for a few days; Just wondered if you fancied a meet sometime over the next day or two. I still know what you did last summer though." He laughed in his easy manner; oblivious of the effect he had on her.

A Street Party to Remember

My name is Louisa and i am a happily married woman who enjoys having the occasional affair and extra marital sex with my husband's full consent. I have a good figure for my age as i am over forty; i have pert 36B breasts, a lean 5 foot 7"figure, firm legs and bum. I work out regularly at the gym three times a week. My usual type of guy is young and fit, someone that is looking for a good time and no strings. I do limit myself to one or two sessions a month and enjoy relaying them to my husband whilst making love to him. It's been a while since i put pen to paper about my sex life, but i felt what happened the other day was worth writing about.

The lesson

God! But she was beautiful in those days. Not that Jenni is any less beautiful now, but she was unbelievably stunning back then. Since though, time and the bearing and rearing of children have taken their toll. Jenni still is a very good looking woman, a little thicker than she would like, but all in all, very pretty for a fifty something year old woman. Her beauty goes further than the depth of her skin. Jenni is one of those people who is just naturally lovely, without a mean bone in her and very few times has an unkind thought for anyone. Her integrity is beyond question, her faithfulness is unusual in the singular way it rules her life. It makes her popular and sought after as a friend.