Recurring Appointments (769 hits)
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Submitted by Flash Harry (View user info) at 2009-05-18 07:41:46 EDT
She walks into the courtyard with the quiet confidence of a woman on her way to make love to someone else. You could even say she's already started the foreplay on her own, with her outfit chosen carefully so that she can undress - or be undressed - in a matter of seconds. That skirt'll drop down and get kicked to the corner; her vest can easily be pulled off, or even just pulled up to bare her breasts. Her sandals barely count, since they'll be slipped off at the door on her way in.
Her cheeks are flushed with the heat of the day, and her hair falls in golden drapes to the nape of her neck. She absent-mindedly plays with the thin straps on her shoulders as she waits, chewing her lower lip impatiently.
Twenty minutes later, she's in a cold shower, turning her face upwards to embrace the refreshing water. She softly rubs soap onto her painful nipples, and feels the early bruising on her hip-bones where he gripped onto her. Her cheeks and throat still remember the gentle curve of his erection, and the palm of her hand throbs with the heat of it. She cleans her own ejaculate from her inner thighs and gargles some water to cleanse his taste from her mouth, then steps out of the shower and rubs her skin with a rough towel, not bothering to dry herself properly.
Still dripping, she walks into the bedroom. He's lying just where he'd fallen, after driving her screaming face hard into the mattress. His brown eyes look at her with what might be disinterest. They seem to slowly study every inch of her naked body, as though looking for a flaw. She picks up her vest and pulls it over her head, smoothing it over the jutting shape of her breasts.
"Shall I come back next weekend?" she asks him, the first words between the two besides mindless cursing. She keeps her voice low and steady, not wanting to give him any kind of advantage.
Her question seems to stir the man from some deep daydream, and he shifts uncomfortably on the broken bed. His eyes narrow and he purses his thick lips, as though giving the matter profound consideration.
"Not bothered," he says finally, in a thick Nigerian accent, and she can't tell if he's got broken English or just poor manners. When she screws up her nose at him in mild disgust, he just turns his gaze towards the window, pulling the grubby bedsheet tighter around him, a second erection straining proudly against it.
She stands where she is and glares. She can still feel the shape it's left inside her, like a deep indentation. Caught only briefly in two minds, she pulls the bedsheet clear and straddles the Nigerian's lap with as much weight as she can manage.
Eight minutes later, she walks across the courtyard again. Her hair's been pulled up into a loose pony-tail that sashays from side to side with her footsteps, and a soft cotton bra comforts her breasts inside the vest. The flushed manner of her cheeks could easily be mistaken for that of someone who's been out in the sun an hour too long, but all that she can really feel is her arse-hole: sore, stretched and sticky. She smiles indulgently at the thought of her eyes, screwed tightly shut; her lips, pulled back over her small, white teeth; her climactic moan; the clenched fingers; the twitching thighs and the cramp in her toes.
But because of all this she's running late, and visiting hour's started by the time she gets there, short of breath and slightly ashamed. The nurse recognises her with a polite but impersonal smile, and points her towards the patio. He's always on the patio when the weather's nice.
She goes outside and closes the door gently behind her.
"Ah, hello dear," says the familiar voice of her grandfather. He sits with his back to her, looking out over the well-kept gardens, with his chair tucked into a green baize table. "I took the liberty of setting up a little game of chess, just in case you came by."
She smiles and holds his hand, feeling his paper skin and soft veins. "I've been coming by every week for two years, silly," she says, kissing him on the cheek. Sitting opposite the old man, she feels relief that her bare legs are hidden from him beneath the table. "How've you been?" she asks, interested.
He ignores her question and pours a glass of water. His eyebrows are thick and untamed, but other than that he's impeccably presented, as usual. His eyes are light blue and humorous, and his silver hair's slicked neatly to the side. Then he looks at her, and takes a long, deep breath.
All week he looks forward to seeing his granddaughter, sunburnt and care-free, running late after losing track of time somewhere-or-other. And when the weather's fine he makes her sit opposite him, with his back to the home, so that all he can see is her smiling face, the chessboard and the gardens. And it's possible, then, just for fleeting moments to forget about the home. The nurses. He could be twenty years in the past, in his own garden, on his own patio.
As it is, he basks in this, the highlight of his week, by taking the girl's hand to his mouth and kissing it tenderly. A sharp, familiar smell opens his nostrils, and she pulls her fingers away from him, her lips twisting downwards. Was that guilt that flitted briefly across her face? Shame?
"Well then, dear," he says with a short shake of the head that helps him to forget. "You can be whites - wholesome, angelic, and pure. I'll be blacks. Sinful, evil things."
"I bet you've been practising all week, haven't you?" she teases, moving a pawn forward.
"Wouldn't make any difference," he replies, playing his own shot. "I've been playing the same way my whole life. Bit late to change now."
An hour later, after the old man has let the girl win, he walks stiffly with her through to the reception and embraces her strongly. His hands hold the curve of her back and he can't help but admire the smell of her neck. It's the scent of youth and beauty.
"Will I see you next weekend?" he asks as she stands in the open doorway.
"Of course," she says, flashing him a brilliant smile.
The old man nods happily. "Then it's a date."
User Reviews
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-05-21 08:40:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2009-05-20 13:04:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Given the shite you normally come up with, this wasn't bad at all.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2009-05-19 19:53:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is really fucked but I liked the juxstaposition.
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2009-05-19 14:28:11 EDT (#)
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Submitted by cheerios (user info) at 2009-05-19 14:17:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-19 06:46:29 EDT (#)
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Those were the days, zero free and minus creep
We'd post many silly and some of love deep
And I heard he was laying somewhere sick
And I was pleased that the smug little dick
Suffered the way I suffer his foolish jib
And I wished him dead, without sounding glib
But the bitch is back and here to stay
And really you know, you like it that way.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2009-05-19 04:23:56 EDT (#)
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Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-05-19 04:18:43 BST (#)
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Submitted by Ubiquitous (user info) at 2009-05-18 17:38:03 PDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I can't believe how horny u guys are...
but then again...
I'm new to the site...so go ahead...pick on me...it will be a learning experience.
Isn't there more to life than sex? Uh-oh, there's an opening for a nasty comment...
Other than that I thought it was well written...
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Perhaps write somthing and post it and see what happens before looking forward to the picking?
Just a thought.
Mmmm-hmmm.
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-05-18 23:18:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Ubiquitous (user info) at 2009-05-18 17:38:03 PDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I can't believe how horny u guys are...
but then again...
I'm new to the site...so go ahead...pick on me...it will be a learning experience.
Isn't there more to life than sex? Uh-oh, there's an opening for a nasty comment...
Other than that I thought it was well written...
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Perhaps write somthing and post it and see what happens before looking forward to the picking?
Just a thought.
Submitted by reginajacks (user info) at 2009-05-18 23:02:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-05-18 22:30:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Had to read this one twice .
Edgy and full of quirks.
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How to make a hormone?
Put sand in her vaseline.
Submitted by Ubiquitous (user info) at 2009-05-18 20:38:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I can't believe how horny u guys are...
but then again...
I'm new to the site...so go ahead...pick on me...it will be a learning experience.
Isn't there more to life than sex? Uh-oh, there's an opening for a nasty comment...
Other than that I thought it was well written...
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2009-05-18 20:18:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good read in that icky kind of way.
Submitted by viciousness63 (user info) at 2009-05-18 13:42:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Made me very uncomfortable. Everything was perfectly conveyed.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2009-05-18 13:16:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
there are always bits and pieces of the things you write that don't settle well with me, but it doesn't usually distract from the overall impression i'm left with.
written well enough.
shame about the comments section.
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2009-05-18 12:16:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
was she blonde?
blondes always go for the black guys. If you look at an interracial couple it's blonds w/black +90% of the time.
Why is that?
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:54:48 EDT (#)
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Made me LOL neways.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:48:11 EDT (#)
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well to be honest, i am.
PHEWY!
awww only joking
no im not, sorry!
or am i
dun dunnn dunnnn
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:35:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You don't need to seem so relieved. :(
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:29:42 EDT (#)
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cool, thanks!
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:23:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fine, I won't sexually harrass you online again.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:17:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
oh right......
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:10:43 EDT (#)
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EI dude I have seen that and commented.....
I was trying to be dirty ffs
Submitted by TheGoat (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:05:38 EDT (#)
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How do you make a hormone?
Refuse to pay her.....
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lol.
Submitted by HeyJude (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:04:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
part of that comment is a direct fucking quote!!
Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2009-05-18 10:00:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Sage Created Disco
Submitted by HeyJude (user info) at 2009-05-18 09:59:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Right now, let's talk cock. Hmmm, can you make it twitch and dance when it is inside something?
Haha I bet all the office sluts have been eyeing up your cock. Be sure that having it inside them flashed through their heads for the splittest of seconds.
MAN WHORE.
i am so horny now :(
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-05-18 09:52:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/121797
184cm and slim, see for yourself!
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-05-18 09:27:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Are you a "tall" man EI? Tall and sturdy or tall and thin?
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-05-18 09:25:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Are you a "tall" man EI? Tall and sturdy or tall and thin?
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:39:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2009-05-18 13:35:24 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh, that wily lil' Emission...
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I should really write another post about how very wily and not at all small, I am.
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:38:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Needed more throttling.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:37:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-18 13:33:14 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
emission that is the second time today you made me laugh out loud
I know, I was shocked too!
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Second time?
im gold jerry, GOLD!
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:35:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh, that wily lil' Emission...
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:33:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
How do you make a hormone?
Refuse to pay her.....
Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:33:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:27:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The sex industry feeds on the wealth of men and there is no shame selling sex.
None at all.
Would you think any less of me if I had done it?
Instead of taking the tax payers money?
The job wouldn't exist were it not for men, emission, which I am lead to believe you are one of.
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had done what? Gotten rotisserie'd by two Nigerian men?
or done it for money?...
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:33:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
emission that is the second time today you made me laugh out loud
I know, I was shocked too!
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:31:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-18 13:27:55 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
The sex industry feeds on the wealth of men and there is no shame selling sex.
None at all.
Would you think any less of me if I had done it?
Instead of taking the tax payers money?
The job wouldn't exist were it not for men, emission, which I am lead to believe you are one of.
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*******HORMONE ALERT, HORMONE ALERT*********
Evacute immediately
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:27:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The sex industry feeds on the wealth of men and there is no shame selling sex.
None at all.
Would you think any less of me if I had done it?
Instead of taking the tax payers money?
The job wouldn't exist were it not for men, emission, which I am lead to believe you are one of.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:25:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-18 13:07:48 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
By the way, I could fall for a man with a Nigerian accent, it is as smooth as caramel.
Mmmm.
I was dancing for, I can't say with, for two French Somalian guys at the weekend.
They are really hot, I have known them for a couple of years. They have the blackest skin, like bitter chocolate and their thheth and the whites of their eyes are tinged with yellow.
When they speak to me I literally quiver.
Hey, I sound like a lap dancer. Obviously I am not.
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prostitute?
Submitted by PlatinumScarecrow (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:20:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm not one to break a streak.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:19:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
mmm I want to go and buy a block of chocolate now, ty orph.
Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:09:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
this was awesome dude.
whatever job you have, give it up and start writing erotic fiction.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:08:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*Teeth
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-18 08:07:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
By the way, I could fall for a man with a Nigerian accent, it is as smooth as caramel.
Mmmm.
I was dancing for, I can't say with, for two French Somalian guys at the weekend.
They are really hot, I have known them for a couple of years. They have the blackest skin, like bitter chocolate and their thheth and the whites of their eyes are tinged with yellow.
When they speak to me I literally quiver.
Hey, I sound like a lap dancer. Obviously I am not.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-18 07:55:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
STOP WRITING ABOUT ME
ps the corset was deep purple
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2009-05-18 07:49:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well, this was a little odd.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-05-18 07:47:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Beautiful dichotomy, soft porn vs nostalgia. The parts with the Grandfather did make me feel slightly uncomfortable though.