All's well that ends
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Posted:Oct 11, 2012 10:51 pm
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part one
Discoveries and Dreams
“Dad, dad, can you and mom come and help me please? My fish tank leaked over night, and all the water is in my floor.” Carrie begged.
When her parents arrived, they were witness to a sopping wet dinning room floor, and all around the house were bowls with fish in them. The fish tank was empty of fish and all it's water.
Ruth, Carries mother, shrugged her shoulders, saying,”let's get to work”, while David, her father, turning, walked toward the door. Ruth spoke up, saying, “He brought his shop Wet Vac. Now where are some trays to hold the tank decorations while we find the leak.”
David reappeared, plugged the vacuum cord into the wall outlet, and began suctioning up the water, while Carrie and Ruth pulled fake seaweed, and assorted ceramic figures from the tank. The entire operation took only an hour, with the three of them working as a team. Her dad took the empty fish tank out to his car, with the promise to repair it in a matter of hours. He left both his and wife at the tiny bungalow house. but soon he returned, with a bigger, new tank, including all the extras.
“Charlies Aquatic shop, where you buy your fish and supplies, had this model on sale, so.” He explained, with a big smile.
Carrie shrieked with joy, hugged her dad, and tore into the boxes. It didn't take them long to set up the new tank, in the living room. Soon all the ornaments and newly conditioned water was in the tank. The fish, and the old water they resided in came last. Then the three of them sat down for a well deserved rest.
David looked toward Carrie with a, not so happy look on his face. “You know, we'll have to pull up the carpet and wood underneath, and replace it? You don't need to get black mold growing under your new place. Give it a few days to dry out then I'll come over and get started. It's your responsibility now, you're the owner of this beautiful home.”
This was Carries first house. She owned it, well the bank and her. For the last few months she's turned it from a hundred and twenty year old house, into her home. It was magnificent, except, it needed a man's touch, in the garage.
She ripped out the wet section of carpeting, and ran two fans to circulate the air. A few days later David came over and began the arduous job of tearing out the floor boards. There's no basement, only dirt and rocks about a foot beneath the floor beams. It was a good thing she had the flood, because some of the floor boards are dry rotted. He could fix this, no problem. Inadvertently stirring the dirt below the cut out section of floor, he noticed a round depression in the soil, encircled by stones mostly covered by dirt. He waited for Carrie to get home from work, and asked her if she'd mind if he dug in the depression a bit. David's an amateur archaeologist at heart. The area intrigued him. Of course, she gave her dad permission to dig, a little. She even had the history of the land, back 300 years. The bank gave it to her at the closing of the mortgage. They live in Scotland, just outside Galloway, where history runs very deep. Not like in young countries like the United States of America. There had been dwellings on and around this area for at least the 300 years, to the banks knowledge.
Dad spent the next two weekends, slowly, carefully digging in the depression. That's how the archaeologists do research excavations, slow and careful. At the end of two weekends, he had dug two feet down into the well. It was there, and then, he came upon his first discovery. There was a big round engraved piece of granite fitting snugly within the circle. Dad asked Carrie for help, to free the round obstacle , but not even her fingers fit between the circle wall and the stone.
She surmised , “it might be some kind of seal or something.” But that didn't deter him.
“I'll just take some pictures of it, break it, then pull out the pieces.” he proclaimed. “tomorrow”.
For now, your mother has super waiting, and I must get home.” He placed a piece of clear plexiglass over the hole, to protect his little girl, and the artifact, washed up, kissed her goodnight, and hurried home.
“Tomato basil soup sounds like a good supper on a crispy night like tonight.” Autumn was here, Carrie thought, as she pulled out a small sauce pan and a can of soup., prepared it, got some cheese from the fridge, and some crackers from the pantry. She ate the soup, with a few cheese and crackers, then watched an action movie on the television. It stared some hunky male hero's, then she headed for bed. She had to pass through the dinning room to get to the bathroom and bedroom. On her way she noticed the plexiglass was sitting next to the hole, instead of over it. She pushed it over the hole and left for the bathroom to bath and get ready for bed. Half an hour later Carrie was drying herself off, wrapping a towel around her flaming red hair, and heading for the comfort of her bed. It felt so splendid to crawl between the sheets naked. She'd had roommates for many years, and didn't feel right about sleeping without clothes on. You know, in case of emergency, or somebody barging into your room, uninvited. Oh, but now, in her own home, she can sleep the way she really likes to, naked. Tomorrow was a day off work, with no plans in the morning, no alarm to set, super. She slid between the sheets, turned on the fan to circulate the air, remote controls for fans are great, turned off the side table light, and tried to sleep. Too much on her mind, caused it to race, and not slow down to sleep. She needed something to focus on. The movie she'd just watched, would do. She started to remember scene after scene, until she got to the sex/romantic scene. That's when she began to do more then recall the scene, soon she was in the scene. She was fantasizing, and her hands were helping.
She placed herself in the movie scene, and had the hero pressing his hard, well defined body against her back. She could hear his whispers in her inner ear. As she pictured his arms closing around her, his hands cupping her firm breasts, Carrie took one of her tits in each hand, and mimicked his touches. Their hands squeezed and massaged, as eager fingers traced circles around her nipples. Then without warning, both pinging protrusions got pinched. The pain was exquisite, she couldn't believe how good it felt. She kept the fantasy going in her mind. In the scene, he reached up near her neck , tucked a thumb under the straps of her dress. He pulled the fabric across and over her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist. It was then, she pulled the cover down to her waist. Their hands ran lightly down her tummy, finding their way to her womanhood. Her pussy was swollen and wet, as her hands gently spread her legs open, just a bit. His right hand fingers began getting wet from her fluids. He kissed her neck with a fiery passion. Like he were starving, and her neck was his sustenance. The left hand kept busy arousing her breasts, while the right hand began mainlining her clitoris. Her breathing became quicker, and more shallow, as her/his fingers moved deftly between her legs. Their hands took her faster and faster toward a soothing Orgasm. Then, as her body pulsations slowed, she opened her eyes. Suddenly it felt as though someone, unseen, sat down on the bed beside her. I mean, really felt like it.
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With This Ring Finale
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Posted:Oct 7, 2012 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2012 1:15 am
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It's exciting, to be helping with a real archaeological dig. Mr. Kirk promised to put their names in the report, and article he's gonna write about it. Oh, he's paying us to help too, twenty bucks. Anyway, where else can you get to play in the dirk, next to an adult, and he's teaching you how to play in it?
Josh and David were digging in what had been a garbage pile, not far away, on the south side of the cabin. Suddenly Davids shrill voice cut through the silence of the forest.
“I found bones, I found bone. I think it's a dead guy.” It wasn't really silent in the forest. There were the soothing sounds of the breeze caressing through the leaves , and the animals. It wasn't silent before David yelled out. It was very silent now. Even the soft whisper of butterfly wings fell silent. Mr. Kirk stood up and rushed over to David's side to inspect the remains of his find.
It was getting late in the afternoon, as Mr. Kirk examined the bones, but instead of telling David his find was just the bones of a butchered bear, he showed us how to properly dig the bones out of the ground and to cover them in plaster bandages for protection while being transported. By the time we were done, it was past time to return to the cabin. It was past dark when we got back, and all we could do is talk about David's discovery. Mr. Kirk said we'd better take them back to the university to determine exactly what kind of bones they were.
As we were turning in for the night David pleaded with his dad, to go home Sunday morning instead of afternoon.
“Don't you want to go swimming and fishing? I promised you and Josh, if you helped me Saturday that you guys could swim and fish most of Sunday.”
“We don't care, we want to show our bones to Mom and Josh's parents.”
“Okay, if you're both sure, we can pack and leave in the morning. Now let's get some sleep, goodnight guys.”
Pat's phone interrupted the evening twice more before the two of them closed their eyes due to exhaustion. Without warning they were both sound asleep. At 7:57am the phone blared it's distinctive ring-tone. Ring..ring..ring.. ri. Lu ran down the stairs and answered it on the forth ring.
Without thinking Lu questioned the caller. “Josh, is it you calling?” Only to realize his eagerness as the voice on the other end of the call spoke.
“Yes,... talk to Josh,... want to tell.. Josh, ...Josh.”
“What do you want, who are you, why are you calling us?” Lu had many questions, but no answers.
The voice on the other end just kept on repeating his request. Nothing Lu said mattered, and he couldn't keep the caller on the line anywhere near two minutes. Not only couldn't he keep the caller on the line, but the call started breaking up. Another call startled them at 8:45, and the voice sounded as though it were in a tunnel, but the request was the same. Then the phone rang again at 9:45, with the voice being barely audible.
“Josh, Josh, good-bye, Josh thank you.” With those weak words the call ended with the beeping warning of the callers phone's battery going dead. As the call ended, a police cruiser pulled up, and two officers came to the door.
“We got three more calls today and...” Lu emphatically began telling the officers.
One of the officers interrupted him in mid sentence, telling him the phone tower was fixed and they got a triangulation on the call, without the usual two minutes needed. They were authorized to follow the police to the location if they wished. They didn't tell Mr. Fox where they were going, or that there was no danger expected. On the way to the car Mr. Kirk and the boys pulled up into the Kirk driveway and Josh jumped out running toward mom and dad.
“Dad what's the cops doin' here, what happened, anyone hurt?” Josh screamed out, on his way across the street. “Guess what we found, guess?”
“Never mind that right now, shut up and get in the car, we have to go somewhere.” Lu sternly commanded as he and Pat entered their car. David obeyed, and said not another word.
The police lead the way, on the twenty minute quest to the source of the calls. Taking the exit off the highway, brought back sad memories. It was this exit they drove only two days ago, to dad's resting place. Holland's Groove Cemetery, is where dad's buried, what a coincidence. But who, in this part of town would be harassing us, there's almost nobody living out here, mostly a big cemetery, and.... His thoughts stopped as the squad car did, at the gate to the grave yard.
“OMG,” fell out of Pats mouth and Lu's mouth just opened wide, as his jaw muscles went limp. David just sat there, quietly confused. The police slowly, cautiously, drove to the area where grand-pap's body was buried.
Finally, David had to speak up. Things were getting' weird, and he wanted to know why the police escorted them to grand-pap's cemetery.
“Dad, Mom, whats goin' on?” David inquired, not sure if he wanted to know.
“Your father and I have been getting phone calls with your custom ring tone and the caller wasn't you, and the man kept asking for you.”
“But that's impossi....” David began to tell her, before dad cut him off.
“Hush, they're stopping.” Lu announced.
The police got out first, then Lu, followed by Pat, then David hesitatingly exited the back seat.
There were no sheds, nor vehicles for anybody to call from. Nobody else was in sight. Lu walked over to his fathers grave, his eyes beginning to well up with tears.
“Mr. Fox, this is the location we triangulated to, and the program is accurate to within a hundred feet. This is the place, somewhere near this grave.”
David had all he could take, and had to speak up. “Dad, dad, what I've been trying to tell you is, I don't have my phone, and I didn't loose it.”
Lu looks at Pats phone in his hand, then at his . “What are you talking about, David? Your mother and I have been receiving calls all weekend from some man who wanted to talk to your grandfather.”
“No dad it's not possible, you see, I took pictures of grand-pap's funeral the other day, and left my phone in his casket, so he could see the pictures when he wants. My phone is down there.” As he points to the newly filled grave. Grand-pap has my phone. He must have been calling for me.”
“You're telling me it was my father, asking for you?”
“I think so.”
Lu stares at the phone, with tears blurring his view. He flips open the phone and dials Josh's number. Josh's voice message came on, and then half way through it, it stopped.
Then silence, then a voice, “Josh?” Then silence again, then the tell tail sound of the phone warning, the battery was dead, then silence.
Lu dropped to his knees sobbing, as he called out to his father. “Don't be dead, dad, don't be dead, Please.” But only silence came from the phone. “Dad please talk to me, please. I didn't know, I didn't know.”
David knelt down on one side of Lu, and Pat on the other. They each put an arm around him. Grand-pap hugged him too, he was still there with them, he just can't use the phone.
It's exciting, to be helping with a real archaeological dig. Mr. Kirk promised to put their names in the report, and article he's gonna write about it. Oh, he's paying us to help too, twenty bucks. Anyway, where else can you get to play in the dirk, next to an adult, and he's teaching you how to play in it?
Josh and David were digging in what had been a garbage pile, not far away, on the south side of the cabin. Suddenly Davids shrill voice cut through the silence of the forest.
“I found bones, I found bone. I think it's a dead guy.” It wasn't really silent in the forest. There were the soothing sounds of the breeze caressing through the leaves , and the animals. It wasn't silent before David yelled out. It was very silent now. Even the soft whisper of butterfly wings fell silent. Mr. Kirk stood up and rushed over to David's side to inspect the remains of his find.
It was getting late in the afternoon, as Mr. Kirk examined the bones, but instead of telling David his find was just the bones of a butchered bear, he showed us how to properly dig the bones out of the ground and to cover them in plaster bandages for protection while being transported. By the time we were done, it was past time to return to the cabin. It was past dark when we got back, and all we could do is talk about David's discovery. Mr. Kirk said we'd better take them back to the university to determine exactly what kind of bones they were.
As we were turning in for the night David pleaded with his dad, to go home Sunday morning instead of afternoon.
“Don't you want to go swimming and fishing? I promised you and Josh, if you helped me Saturday that you guys could swim and fish most of Sunday.”
“We don't care, we want to show our bones to Mom and Josh's parents.”
“Okay, if you're both sure, we can pack and leave in the morning. Now let's get some sleep, goodnight guys.”
Pat's phone interrupted the evening twice more before the two of them closed their eyes due to exhaustion. Without warning they were both sound asleep. At 7:57am the phone blared it's distinctive ring-tone. Ring..ring..ring.. ri. Lu ran down the stairs and answered it on the forth ring.
Without thinking Lu questioned the caller. “Josh, is it you calling?” Only to realize his eagerness as the voice on the other end of the call spoke.
“Yes,... talk to Josh,... want to tell.. Josh, ...Josh.”
“What do you want, who are you, why are you calling us?” Lu had many questions, but no answers.
The voice on the other end just kept on repeating his request. Nothing Lu said mattered, and he couldn't keep the caller on the line anywhere near two minutes. Not only couldn't he keep the caller on the line, but the call started breaking up. Another call startled them at 8:45, and the voice sounded as though it were in a tunnel, but the request was the same. Then the phone rang again at 9:45, with the voice being barely audible.
“Josh, Josh, good-bye, Josh thank you.” With those weak words the call ended with the beeping warning of the callers phone's battery going dead. As the call ended, a police cruiser pulled up, and two officers came to the door.
“We got three more calls today and...” Lu emphatically began telling the officers.
One of the officers interrupted him in mid sentence, telling him the phone tower was fixed and they got a triangulation on the call, without the usual two minutes needed. They were authorized to follow the police to the location if they wished. They didn't tell Mr. Fox where they were going, or that there was no danger expected. On the way to the car Mr. Kirk and the boys pulled up into the Kirk driveway and Josh jumped out running toward mom and dad.
“Dad what's the cops doin' here, what happened, anyone hurt?” Josh screamed out, on his way across the street. “Guess what we found, guess?”
“Never mind that right now, shut up and get in the car, we have to go somewhere.” Lu sternly commanded as he and Pat entered their car. David obeyed, and said not another word.
The police lead the way, on the twenty minute quest to the source of the calls. Taking the exit off the highway, brought back sad memories. It was this exit they drove only two days ago, to dad's resting place. Holland's Groove Cemetery, is where dad's buried, what a coincidence. But who, in this part of town would be harassing us, there's almost nobody living out here, mostly a big cemetery, and.... His thoughts stopped as the squad car did, at the gate to the grave yard.
“OMG,” fell out of Pats mouth and Lu's mouth just opened wide, as his jaw muscles went limp. David just sat there, quietly confused. The police slowly, cautiously, drove to the area where grand-pap's body was buried.
Finally, David had to speak up. Things were getting' weird, and he wanted to know why the police escorted them to grand-pap's cemetery.
“Dad, Mom, whats goin' on?” David inquired, not sure if he wanted to know.
“Your father and I have been getting phone calls with your custom ring tone and the caller wasn't you, and the man kept asking for you.”
“But that's impossi....” David began to tell her, before dad cut him off.
“Hush, they're stopping.” Lu announced.
The police got out first, then Lu, followed by Pat, then David hesitatingly exited the back seat.
There were no sheds, nor vehicles for anybody to call from. Nobody else was in sight. Lu walked over to his fathers grave, his eyes beginning to well up with tears.
“Mr. Fox, this is the location we triangulated to, and the program is accurate to within a hundred feet. This is the place, somewhere near this grave.”
David had all he could take, and had to speak up. “Dad, dad, what I've been trying to tell you is, I don't have my phone, and I didn't loose it.”
Lu looks at Pats phone in his hand, then at his . “What are you talking about, David? Your mother and I have been receiving calls all weekend from some man who wanted to talk to your grandfather.”
“No dad it's not possible, you see, I took pictures of grand-pap's funeral the other day, and left my phone in his casket, so he could see the pictures when he wants. My phone is down there.” As he points to the newly filled grave. Grand-pap has my phone. He must have been calling for me.”
“You're telling me it was my father, asking for you?”
“I think so.”
Lu stares at the phone, with tears blurring his view. He flips open the phone and dials Josh's number. Josh's voice message came on, and then half way through it, it stopped.
Then silence, then a voice, “Josh?” Then silence again, then the tell tail sound of the phone warning, the battery was dead, then silence.
Lu dropped to his knees sobbing, as he called out to his father. “Don't be dead, dad, don't be dead, Please.” But only silence came from the phone. “Dad please talk to me, please. I didn't know, I didn't know.”
David knelt down on one side of Lu, and Pat on the other. They each put an arm around him. Grand-pap hugged him too, he was still there with them, he just can't use the phone.
Hope you liked it. The next story begins in two days and is XXX. rated. get ready{=}
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With This Ring Part 2
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Posted:Oct 4, 2012 5:02 pm
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Lu had the TV on, channel surfing, looking for something interesting to watch. He found one of their favorite shows, “The Dark Zone”. One of the first shows on television about ghosts and other dimensions, and lots of scary things. It was fun to watch the old episodes again, it was popular in syndication. Not only was it on, but the channel presenting it was having a Dark Zone marathon. So Pat and Lu cuddled on the couch instead of sitting in their chairs. Somehow holding on to one another made it a bit more exciting. Six episodes and three hours flew by in a blur. They didn't realize how late it was. The next episode had begun it's prolog, when Pat's phone rang.
Pat scrambled up and sprinted to the kitchen. She was eager to hear her 's voice, reassuring her he was safe. She flipped the phone open a moment after the third ring.
“Hello, Josh?” she asked, “I'm so glad to hear your voice.” But it wasn't her on the other end of the call.
“El.....el.... Jo... I..... lo....eed....” It's was a man's voice, all rugged and scratchy. It was like he couldn't make words, but he was trying to.
“Who is this, and where is my ?” Her voice was high enough to drown out the TV show.
Lu could hear her now, and raced to the kitchen. He grabbed the phone and began to yell, “Boy you'd better say something, right now. You're scaring your mother.” He too is hearing the voice on the other end, like it was trying to form the words. Suddenly the phone display showed, CALL ENDED. He flipped the phone closed, and told Pat. “It's probably a wrong number, Josh is fine, and in safe hands with Mr. Kirk. They went back to the living room and collapsed in their chairs. The mood was broken, and Pat kept hold of her phone.
Josh was laying back in a lounge chair, in front of the cabin, staring at the half moon and stars, in the clear sky. Everybody else was in the cabin getting ready for bed. Josh reminisced about all the times he and Grand-pap had come up here to go fishin'. In fact, it was across the creek and up stream about a hundred yards, that he'd almost drowned. That's where Grand-pap saved his life. His thoughts wandered off to, what was Grand-pap doing right now. Was he sleepin', meetin' with some other ghosts, or maybe walkin' roun' the grave yard. Or could he be doin' more than one thing at a time? His thoughts got interrupted by a stern voice coming from the cabin.
Mr. Kirk called out, not to loudly as not to disturb the animals, “Time to get ready for bed Josh, we're getting up early.”
Josh squirmed his way out of the chair, said goodnight to Grand-pap, walked into the cabin, and readied himself for bed. Josh had some bitter sweet dreams that night. His subconscious had him dream of the happy times he and grand-pap had together. He woke up a few times, with tears in his eyes, but a smile in his heart. Around 7:00am the smell of coffee and bacon beckoned him back to reality. Mr. Kirk had made breakfast for everybody. After they ate, they prepared for their trek through the lush green, fern filled forest. As early morning waned, they arrived at their destination. An old, old cabin with only one and a half of its stone walls left. Mister Kirk was an archeologist and they were helping him dig up the past of this deceased home. Mr. Kirk had been here a few times before, and had established the approximate age of the dwelling. by some left overs in the fire pit and other assorted artifacts. He informed them the homestead had been occupied in the early eighteen hundreds. The boys unpacked their equipment, set it up, preparing to help Mr. Kirk do some more digging.
The phone was silent the rest of the night, but neither of them got much sleep. Pat was up at 7:30 and made the days first pot of coffee. At five minutes to eight, Pat reached for her phone to call her father-in-law, as she had done for many years. He enjoyed hearing her voice wake him in the morning. She paused, there was no need to call him today, he's dead, and can't use the phone, she thought. She turned away, and as she did, the phone rang. Ring...ring....., she grabbed the phone, thinking it might be Josh, flipping it open, asking, “Josh how are you?” It wasn't her .
“Jo..sh, talk.., to, Josh.” The mans voice was forming words now. “Jo..sh, tal..k to Jo..sh.”
Panic gripped Pat like an anaconda, squeezing all calmness out of her. She dropped the phone, and it flipped closed as it crashed on the floor. She ran screaming up the stairs, jumping into bed next to her husband. The commotion woke Lucius, who was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as she dove in.
“What's wrong sweetheart?” he asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer or not. Pat explained the latest phone call to him. He was right, he didn't really want to know, but it was too late now. “Let's go back down stairs and call the police on the land-line and get them out here to file a report. I'm sure they'll know how to find this prank caller.”
“He used Josh's name, he wants to talk to Josh.” Pat desperately cried at Lu.
“It's probably one of my dad's friends who hasn't got the news of dad's death yet. Dad might have given him your cell number as an alternate, in case he doesn't answer his home phone, that's all.” How was he going to convince her, if he didn't believe it himself, Lu thought. But it's all he could come up with, on short notice. Pat refused to get out of bed, so Lu went down and called the police. He returned with two cups of coffee, handing one to Pat. “Some police will be here in about an hour.” He explained. “I'd rather you be dressed, and down stairs, when they get here.”
After her coffee cup was empty, she took off her house coat and pajamas, put on a dress, and make-up. Soon it was time to meet the police. An hour and a half, and most of another pot of coffee later, the officers finally arrived. It took a little over an hour to explain about the calls, and for them to explain what they would do to catch this caller.
The officer explained that they couldn't do much at the moment, that the cell phone tower nearest the Fox home was under repair. Until it was fixed, a triangulation using three towers to find out where the call originated, was impossible. “It should be up and running by tomorrow afternoon.. Until then, don't argue with the caller, try to keep him on the line as long as you can, so when we do trace the call, he won't be suspicious of the time we'll need. We'll hook a digital recorder to your phone for evidence later in court, when we put this guy in jail.” They hooked up the recorder to the phone, and said their good-byes.
Lu gave Pat a big comforting hug, and volunteered to be the one to answer the phone for the rest of their ordeal. Most of the afternoon was uneventful, and both Lu and Pat were playing scrabble, the word game.
“You remember Dad playing this game, it was his favorite? He said, it kept his whits sharp?” Lu had just finished winning the game, and was still celebrating, when the phone rang. Ring...ring.... Lu was making some drinks in the kitchen, and grabbed the phone, not remembering the mystery caller. “Hello Fox residence.”
“Talk to Josh,... to talk Josh...want talk Josh.”
The eerie voice, there was something familiar, sort of, but. Lu thought for a moment, then did as the police requested. He tried keeping the line open. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“Josh,....want to talk to Josh.”
The line closed and the call ended. At least there was a recording of it, there's proof. “We've got you now.” Lu whispered to himself.
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First Halloween story of 2012, non-erotic Chapter 1
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Posted:Oct 1, 2012 8:29 pm
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With This Ring
“Joshua M. Fox Sr. was a man of many admirable qualities, with a heart so big, as to give more to others then to himself. He was a man of few secrets, and the few he had were between his God and him. He passed away with his secrets. He is survived by his , Lucius D. Fox, Lucius's wife Patricia, and twelve year old grandson Joshua M. Fox II. His smile will be missed at the mission cafeteria on holidays, the lack of his presence will be felt at the United Church Assembly of which he was a deacon. But we know that despite not having the use of this physical shell, he will be with us, in all the places we've known him to frequent. So I ask those here, not to say good-bye to Joshua, but to ask him to give you a call, next time he's going to stop by, to say hello.” Pastor Simpson looks toward the lifeless body laying in the box and says, “See you next visit Josh.”
With those words Pastor Roy Simpson ended his eulogy. Guests at the service began filing past the empty body of Joshua Fox, to take one last look at their good friend. His body was displayed just the way he asked it to be, in his last will and testament. The casket had to be regulation and all, to appease the health department. But it looked just like an old time wooden coffin, complete with antique lace around the edges. Everyone said their, so longs, except his grandson, who remained at the back of the chapel taking candid pictures of the friends and family. He used his phone cam, rather then a digital one, so he wouldn't attract attention. Nobody noticed him clicking away on his phone, not even his mom and dad. Even though they hoped Grand-pap was still with them, it still pained their hearts to see his body laying there. Josh knew, without a doubt, grand-pap was still around. Maybe not here in the chapel, but still around. That's why Josh was taking a bunch of pictures. He's gonna make sure Grand-pap doesn't miss how very touching his funeral was. He even audio recorded parts of the nice things people said about his Grand-pap.
Pastor Simpson was about to close the casket when he noticed Josh, still sitting alone in the rear of the room. He stopped closing the lid and walked out of a side entrance, leaving the two Joshua's alone. Grand-pap and Josh were always very close, all his young life. He wasn't old enough to not care about Grand-paps stories, and to not help him with his garden. Grand-pap always knew how to contact Santa, so he'd get exactly what he wanted for Christmas. Josh almost drowned once when fishing, but Grand-pap saved him. The two of them were like best friends from a past lifetime, reunited after many years absence. They were very close. Josh couldn't stop Grans-paps heart attack though.
Josh arrived at the wake about ten minutes after the rest of the people. How very strange to see so many people who didn't come to see grand-pap when he was alive, but now, take time from their busy schedules to come eat free food, and pretend to be sympathetic. I wonder what grand-pap thinks of them? Josh joined the festivities, and the reminiscing conversations most were having. No sadness, absolutely, no crying. He would want it this way, with all the people still stuck here in their bodies, celebrating his life on earth. Josh worked his way through the joyous crowd, to his destination, next to his mother.
“Mom, David and his Dad are going up to Slippery Rock creek to their cabin, for the weekend. Would it be okay if I go with them?” Josh asked. “They're leaving at 6:00 tonight, and I really need to get away from all this. Please. I'll be back on Sunday evening. Mr. Kirk has Monday off. Please.”
Pat, looked him right in the eyes for a few moments, like she was searching for an ulterior motive. Not seeing any give away movements, in his micro facial features, that he may be hiding something, so she grants permission. He maneuvered through the crowd as quickly as he could, coming upon the Kirk family.
“Mom says, I can go with you guys, can your brother give me a ride home to get my stuff, I've already packed. I figured Mom wouldn't mind having a few days alone with Dad. Nothing exciting ever happens at home anyways.”
David talked his brother into driving them to pick up Josh's camping cloths, swim trunks, and other sundries. It didn't take any convincing mom, to let him leave the party. There were so many old people there. They all hoped science would discover some process to keep them from getting very old like some of the older attendees at the wake. Ninety, is just too old.
Davids family lived only two doors down and across the street from the Fox's, so Josh was ready and waiting at Davids when the rest of the Kirk family arrived home. The boys eagerly packed the SUV and waited on Mr. Kirk to kiss Mrs. Kirk goodbye, guys only, this weekend. Three guys against the wilderness, well not quite, Josh thought. We'll be in a cabin with an Ice Box cooler, wood stove, and beds. Hey, I'll have to go to an outhouse when necessary, and there's no phone or wireless reception up there. We won't even have electricity, for computers. We'll be in touch with nature, and out of touch with technology. It was a quick hour and a half to the cabin. It's a real shame there's no phone reception up there. We can't call any of our girlfriends.
It 's about 10:00pm on Friday night, and Lu and Pat Fox are finally home, sitting down to rest. It's been a long day, Lu's father is buried, and life must go on without him. As Pat had just closed her eyes when her cell phone rang. She has a special ring-tone for Josh, set to ring like an old phone, a simple, ring....ring....ring. With this ring, she knows it's Josh calling. She forces herself out of her reclining chair, and over to her phone inside her purse, on the kitchen counter. With the fourth ring of the phone she flips it open to greet Josh, on the other end.
“Hello Josh, ya make it up there okay?” she inquires, with a weary voice. But instead of hearing Josh's voice, there was a dead silence on the other end. Pat says “Hello” again, “Josh what's wrong?” She was answered by more silence. It was then she raised her voice and asked, “Josh, is everything okay?” The phone connection was broken and the phone display showed, CALL ENDED. Pat began to panic, but decided it was just a bad connection, Josh was alright and would call back later. She put the phone back in her purse, got a glass of chilled water, and headed back to her soft chair.
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Posted:Sep 7, 2012 3:41 am
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These spell check marked words are spelled correctly by my other checker. The one her at Adult Dating zone doesn't accept them. I write the post somewhere else first, then copy and paste here. Just thought I'd let you know.
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Posted:Sep 7, 2012 3:38 am
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And then he moved his hand from my cock, and proceeded to give me one, very slow, very long lick, from the head of my dick to my open and eager pussy. His tongue returned to my clit, and danced all around it, for a time immeasurable. Then tacked, like a sail boat against the wind, his strong tongue swaying back and forth, back and forth, as it traveled back to it's departure point. Only then, did he take my little head into his mouth. The warm wetness of his breath dampened my head, before the juices from his mouth, moistened it even more as it closed around the edge. He made a circular motion around my mushroom edge, that made me quiver again, damn. Then he took more of me past his waiting lips, one inch, two inches, three inches, then he stopped. I flexed my hips to push myself in, but he put his arms across my thighs, stopping me. He closed his mouth, with his lips between me and his teeth, and pulled back, suctioning as he returned to his starting point. Again, he tortured me, repeating the movements twice, thrice, quattuor, quinque. “ Never done this before”? I don't think so.
The way he was arousing me was , to say the least, distracting. He kept on sucking and tongue lashing me about a dozen or so times, I lost count at five. Then he'd lick down the length, destination, my clit and lips. He'd pleasure my pussy awhile, alternating an up and down motion with a crisscross, back and forth with his licking. He even opened his mouth wide over my clit and sucked on it like you suck on somebody's neck, giving them a hickey. Then he'd blow a burst of chilled air from his puckered lips. That sent chills all over me, again. Not forgetting his fingers, they'd plunged within my sugar walls making my hips flex involuntarily. What he did was good, but combined with his timing of his touches and licking and sucking, took the experience way beyond incredible. I deep throated him for awhile, taking him way down into my throat, with my mouth lips stopping at his base. I couldn't concentrate, Brian was making me so unbelievably horny. Or as a friend of mine would say, “gettin' all horned up.”
Brian was rock hard, I hadn't done my best, but I had licked him, sucked him, and had his balls in my mouth. Apparently, I hadn't distracted him at all. “That's it”, I said to myself as I stopped. I had to stop, to catch my breath, so I could tell him, enough. Enough of this sucking, I need to fuck you, NOW. I crawled around to be face to face, rolled him onto his back, grabbed his cock, straddled him, and put the head of his manhood inside my love lips. I put my hands on his man tits, dropping most of my weight down over his meat stick. I was soaking wet, soon, he was too. I was more then ready to take a ride. I leaned upright, squeezing and pinching my tits and nipples. He reached up to help me massage them. I took his hand and directed it down between my legs. He got the idea, grabbed hold of my cock, and timed his strokes to my rise and fall. He was so good at timing. After a few minutes, my uncontrollable desire, became controllable, so I leaned down, and we kissed. A big sloppy kiss, with tongues all over the place. I usually don't like sloppy, but we were so worked up, neither cared. After that posit ion worked it's magic, I said “Wait 'til you feel this.” I flipped myself in the opposite direction, (reverse cowgirl) and started humping faster.
Brian called to me, “Lean back, trust me.” so I did. His heads grasped my shoulders and he lowered me, way back. My hand touched the bed sheet at Brian's side, as his cock rubbed across my G-spot(the part of a woman's clit inside the pussy). Balancing on one hand with Brian holding me up, my fingers locked around my dick. If only we could cum together. It doesn't happen often, and this time would be so fine. I stroked myself feverishly hoping that, then suddenly, my cum was spurting out of my little head, getting all over the front of me. I began to moan and make animal noises. To my surprise, he began to flex his hips, up and down, making him penetrate me even deeper. I had control of how deep he could go. Not really, I had no control. I wanted as much of him as I could get, inside me. I lowered my other hand back down to help balance myself. One done, two to go. Soon, we were definitely not making love any more, we were fucking, like wild animals. Pumping and grinding harder and harder, faster and faster. Not a word was said, just grunts and groans and low screams. Before long the low screams weren't so low any more. Both of us expressing our passions louder and louder. No nearby neighbors to hear us, so we didn't care in the least. We wouldn't have cared anyway.
I could feel him swelling inside me, even more. He was about to cum, and soon. I told him, “We're both safe. Cum inside me, don't stop.” My body was tightening up so much I thought I'd be ripping some muscles. I went past the point of no return, and began yelling,”cum with me, cum in me, cum with me, cum....... AHHHHHHHHHH.” I squirted all over both of us. My sweet nectar dripping down. His hands let go of me and white knuckled the sheets, as I was already doing. We kept thrusting slower and slower, easing down from our crescendo. Not to many men are considerate enough to do that. Shit, most men don't even know we like to be eased down. After the pulsations slowed most of the way, I fell off Brian's still firm cock, and onto the bed beside him. There we lay enjoying the warm rushes of satisfaction, until sleep consumed us. We both slept well that night. Now we were each others Friend With Benefits, and what benefits they were.
Thanx for reading my tribute to one of the Best friends a woman, a person, could ever have. We had met many years ago, but lost touch for a long time. Now, we didn't have enough time. We made love/had sex seven times in our five weeks together. But I'll remember those seven times for my lifetime. Brian, I will always miss you, and love you. Thanx again for sharing my tribute. Serina T.
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Memories of Brian II
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Posted:Aug 31, 2012 12:44 am
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He gently rolled me onto my back, our mouths never parting from our kiss. His tongue roamed around the inside of my mouth, exploring my teeth, the roof of my mouth and the back of my tongue. His was very long, and if his mastery of it proves itself on the rest of my body later, oh my. I let him dominate the inside of my mouth with his tongue. My tongue giving way, to his arousing every nerve he found. He could curl his tongue down rather then up, like everybody else. When he did, it's tip would tickle the top of mine. What a wonderful tickle it was. I decided to just lay there and enjoy whatever he had planned for us. I'll be his sub tonight, until he wants me not to be, if that time cums. As his mouth left mine, and his tongue traveled across my face, making it's way to my ear. Little kisses, and little licks covered my ear, then. OMG, he gently blew into my ear. My entire body shuttered, and I gasped, hard. A moment I caught my breath, his tongue, inadvertently found my HOT button.
Ladies, you know what your particular hot button is. For you men who don't know, or think you know, I'll explain. A hot button is a spot on a woman's body that isn't necessarily in an erogenous zone. That when triggered properly, sets her in “fuck me” mode instantly. Most of us have them, somewhere on us. Each one of us is different. It releases something that overpowers all restraints, and all cautions. It tells your body ”This is the right time to fuck like they fuck on the Animal channel." It just unleashes something inside. You guys sometimes get intimidated by it, others ride it like a wild Mustang. My button had now been pushed. My hand grabbed his cock and began stroking it hard and fast, not unlike hand held air pump. I was suddenly the aggressor. I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did.
While one hand was occupied, I lay on the other. My mouth found it's way to Brian's neck and shoulder blades, with bite marks and red welts from where I sucked to hard. He'll have hickeys for a few days. Marked territory, that he didn't mind having marked one bit. He reached up under the tee-shirt and found my pinging mooney nipples. His hands and fingers were every bit as talented as his mouth and tongue, maybe more. His deft fingers traced all over my tits, first one, then the other. When his finger tips slid across the bottom of my tit, it was like a butterfly, who's wing tips lightly brushed along, tapping on my skin as it calmly passed by. My body shuttered again. Such intense tenderness, that of which I've never felt before. He took over again, pushing me onto my back once more. My grip on his cock coming off. Before I was flat, he'd pulled his shirt up, exposing my lady lumps. His intention was obvious, so I reached up, cupped my tit from underneath, and offered it to him. He opened wide, took my hard nipple into his mouth and sucked, sucked hard. He was sucking a big mouthful, and I finally spoke. Well not exactly, the words came out of my mouth without me thinking of them, they just came out. “Suck harder I pleaded, suck harder.” He did, and lost all his inhibitions in that moment. His hand was no longer shy as it found it's way over to, and past my cock, on it's journey to my pussy. I wasn't going to stop those educated fingers. I was already swollen and my clit was firm.
Brian's fingers danced over my lips, and clitoris like a concert pianist playing the most important performance of her life. My pussy screamed out to me,”don't make me move”. I had little intention of moving at the moment. I was his to control. His to raise or lower in the throws of passion, his to do his sexual bidding, and his to please and be pleased by.
With my nipple secure between his teeth, I squirmed out of the Tee-shirt. Before it hit the floor he was biting my other nipple. All I could do is scream, not in pain, but the word “YES.” I loved it, and grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into my breast. In response, two of his fingers positioned themselves on either side of my clit, and began stroking me, the palm of his hand rubbing my cock as he aroused both of my sex parts at once. A third finger, in between the other two touched the tip of my clit. I shivered this time. There is a difference, guys. He rubbed over them again and again, until my hips began undulating to the rhythm of his stroking. He had me, right where he wanted me, and knew it. I'm usually not this easy to please. Nor do I ever give my control away, the first time. With Brian I felt so free to be me. I had no idea how the night would turn out, and at the moment, didn't care.
I was soaked already, wet, ready and waiting for him to give the word. Now, on my back, my right hand and arm were free to move, so I got hold of his dick again, and starting pulling on it. He stopped nibbling on my nipple and kissed his way up to my chin.
“Did you want something?” he asked, with a smile. Not missing a stroke of my cock and clit.
I took a deep breath and told him”yes”
At that moment, he decided to slip his middle finger between the two on the sides of my clit, inside me, and curl it up to rub inside. I jumped, surprised, grabbing the sheets, in a white knuckle grip.
“Would you like me to stop, so you can suck me?” he inquired, with that “what?”innocent smile of his.
“If you want, …. when you want,..... whatever.”I responded.
“I could suck you too, if you move upside down. Would you like that?”
He said he'll suck me too, if I. “Sure, if you want.”
While I repositioned myself, I heard him tell me.
“I've never done this before, so if you're uncomfortable, I'll understand.”
I stopped dead still, look at his face, and asked “what?”
“I said I've never done this before, so if you're uncomfortable, I'll understand”he said. With that damn smile of his.
“I'm okay with it, let's get to it.” I told him.
The only thing I used my hand for, was go guide his meat into my mouth. After that it was, no hands needed. He liked it, because his cock got even harder then it already had been. I used my hands to cup his butt cheeks, and push his whole torso toward and away from my mouth. Brian was deftly pulling on my cock with one hand, and fingering my pussy with the other. After about a dozen strokes, I felt his strong tongue drag across my little head. Followed by a little kiss. Then.....
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memories of Brian
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Posted:Aug 22, 2012 3:50 am
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Brian and I meet at a cookout celebrating the 4th Of July, the United States of America's independence day. It was sponsored by the company I go to for my prosthetic leg and therapy. Brian was one of about a dozen people in the Pittsburgh area, who are trained to help “new” amputees adjust to their new life's. He's an amputee too, LAK(left leg above knee). That's amputee terminology. Rachel my therapist introduced us, we hit it off immediately.
To describe Brian is like trying to describe a snow shower. You don't know how deep it's going to get, how many inches will show up, or how long it's going to stick around. Physically he's a stocky, five foot eight inches tall, and weighs 193 pounds. He has short stubby fingers, with a strong grip, and a strong square jaw, no facial hair, and short curly sandy blonde hair on his head. His voice could carry across a crowded party in a big yard, with no trouble. Yet, when he talked to you. It was as though you and he were the only two around. His voice never gave away where he was from, or lived now. I have since found out that he does voice overs for audio books. He had lots of accents. Anyway, we had a blast at the party, and then at rest stop on the PA turnpike. He said it's mostly empty all night, very private. We talked until the sun came up, then went to his apartment and slept for a half dozen hours, in separate beds. Him in his bed, and me in the guest bedroom. He was a perfect gentleman up until he tricked me. Me of all people, I'm a magician, I do the tricking.
It was just past noon, as I began stirring out of my sleep, to the smell of coffee and what smelled like grilled cheese sandwiches. I heard a lite taping on the door, as it swung open, to reveal Brian standing in the doorway with my lunch. A grilled Swiss cheese and chipped ham sandwich, with two dill pickle wedges on the side, and a glass of iced coffee. After tasting it, I realized he'd even put some hot chocolate mix in it too, just the way I like it. We talked some more, as I straightened up his apartment and did the dishes. That man could get you excited or put you to sleep just by the sound of his voice. I loved listening to whatever it was he wanted to say. Me just listen, not me at all. Not only did he speak intelligently, but he was quite knowledgeable of the topics we discussed .
We didn't have all day to enjoy the day out, and decided to go over to the Museum of Science located on the northern bank of the Ohio river, right at it's inception. Two rivers join together to form the Ohio at Pittsburgh. It wasn't easy doing that much walking, but it was worth it. We had our canes, and had to sit many times, but our fun was not deterred. At the Museum I found out just how intelligent he was. He was so smart, damn. He knew a lot about everything. When evening came we went to his home again, by choice. He asked, what I wanted to do. So I told him, I'd like to go back to your place, order a Pizza, watch a movie, and go to bed, in the same bed. I told him I wanted to make love with him. I know, little or no tact. He smiled at me, said, “Sounds like a terrific idea. But we'll have to buy some wine, to go with the pizza.” With that, we headed for the wine and spirits store. Some good Italian wine was in order. Then off to his place.
We both like the same kind of pizza, medium crust with everything, and extra cheese. We put the wine in the freezer to chill, and I let him choose the Pizza place. It took and hour, but it was so worth it. We talked until our dinner was delivered. I thought this was a good time to tell him about my special body part. He wasn't shocked or repulsed at all. He even asked when could he see it. I told him some time soon. Then we settled down to watch his choice of movie, and stuff ourselves with pizza. I didn't eat too much, because I had plans. I was horny, and Brian was going find out just how horny I could get. He ordered “Magic Mike” a movie about male strippers, from On Demand, a service of our cable company. I suspect he ordered it for my benefit. Ya think. When the movie was over, the wine bottle was empty, and the pizza was half gone. I turned to him and said, “let's get ready for bed,okay?” Hearing no argument from him, I told him to go first while I clean up our mess. He eagerly waited for me to clean up, reading as I did so. I had no negligee with me, so, wore one of his tee-shirts. I love wearing a man's shirt. I wheeled out of the bathroom, and Brian dropped his book. He lifted the blanket on my side of the bed to lure me in. I hopped from my chair to the bed, laid on my side facing him. I played with his hair for a moment, then pulled his head toward me to initiate the action. Our lips touched, and our mouths opened automatically. Our tongues entwined, and our hands began to explore each other. Bedtime to follow
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IT'S SHOW TIME.
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Posted:Aug 4, 2012 11:46 pm
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“Thank you all you Peoria medias, for coming to our news interview. In Mother Russia, we would not be Greeting you as a group. Because in Russia, we only got one sorse of news. That is PRN, Peoples Red Network. That's a little Russian humor.”
“Now bfour Olga combs out to be seen by you. I have, how you say, a biology on Olga. “
“Olga is 6”4' inch tall, is brown hair, and blue eyes. She weights, a lot. Her favorite color is Red, and her faverite song is,”Back in the U.S.S.R.” by the Beatles. Her hobes included, horticulture, especially hemp, more Russian humor, antimology, big bugs, and collecting beer cans from aroun the world. She also has the biggerest empty vodka bottles collection in home land. Her favorite movie from America is “Reds” and her most loved actor is Yakof Smirnoff . She is a four time winner of the miss Vodka pageant. Her is not married, but is looking four a husband. Maybe an American, to cubble up to on clod Siberian nites. Some more Russian humor. You like it??”
“Now, ladies and gentlemans, I present to you, The prize of our homeland, your beauty queen and ours, Olga Brasaoff “
I stood up for the last few words of her introduction, leaving the seat empty for her. I stepped to the side as I announced her entrance.
When Olga made her entrance, there was a cacophony of reactions. Some of the media got up and left, while others stayed. Some laughed, some were pissed. But the press release sent out by T.A. And Regis days ago had plenty of clues as to the nature of this event. T.A. Took his seat in the middle of the microphone semi-circle on the table, flipped his hair to one side, and addressed the group.
“Good hello ladies and gentlemen.”she began.
I wish I could type in the thick Russian accent she had, and how broken the english was. You'll just have to do that on your own.
“It places me to enjoy you fair cities. I am hear at the bequest of your city, and orders from mine. To come here to our sister city and see for a beauty pageant. I thinks we will like it here. Now I am here to answer any questions I'm aloud to answer, to you. Who will ask me first?” Then he noticed the word FOX on the side of one of the camera's.
“You from de aminal channel, FOX. What your question is?”
The reporter was trying to keep a straight face, to ask the question. By this time, everyone in the room knew, it was an April fools joke. But he wanted to play it serious for the nightly news.
“How long is your stay here in the Peoria area?” The reporter asked.
Olga looked over to me, as if asking if she was permitted to answer this question. I nodded my head, and she turned back to the reporter.
“I vil be here for 6 days and nights, if okay wit you, and our governments.” she proclaimed, pointing to the next raised hand.
“What about your stay, are you enjoying the most?” The reporter inquired.
Once again Olga turned to me, and I nodded.
“You have cold beer, and a company that make alcohol for Russian Vodka.”
T.A. wasn't joking about the vodka part. There is a facility in Peoria that makes the pure alcohol and ships it to Russia, to be mixed with other liquids to make vodka.
“Next?” she asks, with another flip of her hair.
“Will you be visiting with the Caterpillar officials about shipments of equipment to Russia?”
She turned her head sharply, my way. I shook my head from side to side, in response.
“NO, I can't tell yu dat.sory.”
After about fifteen minutes of interviewing, and jokes, and fun. Regis looked at his watch, walked over to me, whispered in my ear, and pointed out the window. Everyone in the room looked out the window in the hope of seeing something exciting. Then after a disappointing moment, they all looked back at Olga.
“Media reporters of the greater Peoria area, I hav one more something to tel you, before I close this interview, April fools day Peoria. Ha, Ha, ha, ha.”
With that final remark, T.A. Stood up and walked back to the bathroom, from which he came. He remained there, cleaning up, changing clothes, and waiting out of sight, of the reporters.
Regis and I broke character, and thanked the reporters and camera people for participating in the prank, and for being good sports about it. We all had a good laugh, and we bought beers for those who could stay a few more minutes at the saloon.
And so ended my most famous April fools joke. Oh yes, our interview was broadcast on the nightly news that night on all three TV stations, Two radio stations, and the newspaper, the next day.
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April fool
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Posted:Jul 17, 2012 2:16 am
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I've been busy rebooting my life outside the internet, and ignoring my readers. Sincere sorrys. I told all that I'd tell you about the best April fool (an American holiday, on the 1st of April.)joke I ever had the pleasure to participate in. It's non sexual, sooo please don't expect sex.
Near the beginning of February many years back, 10 or 11. My male BFF Regis, who lives in Peoria Illinois called me, and asked if I'd
be interested in helping to pull off one of the greatest April fool pranks ever. I hurriedly checked my calender, to make sure I hadn't committed myself for a magic show. I wasn't on the road doing shows yet. I could do it, so I asked him what it included. He said it would be a prank on the entire city area, which included Peoria, East Peoria, Pekin, Washington, and a bunch of small towns throughout central IL. Including all the media outlets, TV channels, news papers, and radio stations. I couldn't resist, and made the necessary plans.
I flew out to Peoria airport, where I met T.A.,(his first and second initials). He was a local professional comedian. He told me, he and Regis had already put together and faxed a press release, to all the media offices. He showed me a copy, and I was laughing so hard it hurt. Regis had acquired a room, free, at a tavern. They had their reasons for having it at a tavern.
"People are going to fall for this?"I asked, as I calmed down.
"I'm sure they will. There's a real beauty Pageant coming to the Peoria area in June, from the sister city in Russia."Regis said. His job was to guard the front door to the party room where the photo-op/interview would be. Olga needed protection. He'd be checking ID's and such, and make sure nobody but the media entered the room. Very official looking.
We had two days to detail the plan. This was gonna be so good. We went and checked out the tavern to be used for the interview of Olga Brasaoff, the Russian Pageant representative. We rehearsed the script for he and I. I would introduce T.A. all dressed in drag, as Olga. This is , shit, I can hardly contain myself. I hope I can do this with a straight face.
We went and bought me a very conservative, black raw silk business suit, with a light fabric, white turtle neck top Expensive, but I'll use it in the future, I liked it a lot. Regis got a sport coat to match, and a turtle neck shirt. He also had a piece of 2x4inch wood, about 6 inches long tucked under his jacket, making a large bulge.Looked like it could be a gun.
The interview was set for 1:00pm. We made it early enough so it could get on the evening news. We could hardly sleep the night before, and we were both up about 8:30. I stayed with Regis in West Peoria (suburb) and T.A. lived in the north bluff area. After breakfast we got dressed and headed to the tavern in East Peoria, just across the Illinois river from Peoria.
About 12:30 our guests began to arrive. They set up their cameras on tripod's, and put all their microphones in a semi-circle on the table at the front. It was so cool. Regis was guarding the door, opening it for the media members to enter. He looked very somber, perfect. With just a slight accent when he talked at all. I was greeting our guests and assured them Olga would present herself on time. T.A. was dressing, and into make-up and wig in the bathroom used for the party room only. The reporters were all talking among themselves, until I asked them to prepare to Greet Olga. My Russian accent was medium but I spoke broken English fairly well.I sat in my chair with the semi-circle of microphones in front of me, with an empty chair next to me. Regis came inside the room, and stood next to the door. He wasn't going to miss this. I had a biography statement to read before Olga would be out for her interview.
Let the show begin.
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Posted:May 2, 2012 1:11 pm
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I know this plan sounds like it's from Mission Impossible, or some action flic. But I swear we did do it. We had all the few resources we needed to pull it off, and it sounds a lot better on paper then it was. Don't get me wrong, it was exciting, and fun. It's not the most fantastic thing I've ever done. Once I helped my BFF guy Regis to pull off an April fools joke on all of the Peoria area media. It wasn't sexual in nature, at all. But it was quite the gag, prank. If you'd like to hear about it please let me know. Again, thanx for stopping by and reading. <3 Hotwitch2{=}
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abuse who need it final chapter
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Posted:May 2, 2012 4:16 am
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We hurried up the stairs as fast I could, which wasn't too fast 'cause of my leg, and into the condo with the camera set-up.
“He just pulled up and's on his way.” Vanessa screamed, from her position on the balcony.
“Everything and everybody ready?” I quarried, as I looked around. Clarice looked all woman, and the crew looked very professional. “Okay, places everyone.” By now my leg was getting tired, and I was hobbling along with my cane. I sat down on the nearest chair and asked Max to answer the door when Tom knocked.
The wait seemed like an hour, though I knew only a few minutes were slowly passing. Then it came, knock, knock, knock, on the door. Max answered the door, and Tom walked into our trap. After a few introductions of the crew, Clarice walked out of the bedroom. As Tom watched her cross the room, we watched his jaw drop. I felt as though my eyes were giving away our secret. Tom undressed her with his eyes, and all he could say was “WOW.” Clarice was playing her part to the hilt. The director clapped his hands, and motioned, as he commanded everybody to head for the couch. The couch was the place where Tom was to receive his blow job from Clarice. Then like any director with Attention Deficit Disorder, Bruce, the director, changed his mind and wanted Tom to knock on the door and have Clarice open it, first. Then lead Tom to the couch for his BJ. One of the girls put some make-up on Tom. Telling him, all the while, there's little need for make-up on such a handsome man. Tom stepped into the hall, and knocked on the, now closed, door. Clarice opened the door and the scene began.
“What took you so long, I'm starving?” she demands, as she pulls Tom into the room. She pulls him over to the couch, and pushes him down. “Hurry please” she pleads as she unbuttons her pastel pink blouse. One button, then two, then she grabs the two sides of her shirt and pulls them apart. Buttons fly toward Tom like tiny miniature projectiles. She pulls off her top, reaches around and unclasps her bra, freeing her big boobs. Her boobs are perfectly round and about the size of cantaloupes, with firm pink pinging nipples. Her hands grab the melons and massages them as she kneels in front of Tom. Toms hands are still fumbling to free his hard cock from his pants, when Clarice reaches to help him. “I need it now, now”
“Yes, yes” he blurts out.
“Cut, cut.” the director yells. “You don't have a line there. Do you want the part or not? Back to Clarice knelling down. Put your dick back in your pants, and get rid of the hard on.” In a few moments Clarice was back up on her feet, and Tom pants were closed with his dick back in place. “Okay, ACTION”
Once more Clarice was squeezing her melons. She was uber enjoying the self massage, when Bruce squeals out again. “Cut, cut” his high pitched voice cuts through the room. “I want you to spend some time on your boobs. Wet your nipples and stuff. I want both cameras on her hands. Ready, Action”
Clarice started rubbing her boobs, gently at first, her fingers tracing around her hardening nipples. She stared right at Tom the whole time. She put one finger in his mouth, and got it wet. Then rubbed it on her nipple. Making it ping up in just a second. Then she took the other one in both her hands and held it up so, she could lick it. Tom reached down and began freeing his cock from it's prison made of denim. Just as his dick was freed, Bruce yells out again.
“Cut, no no no, don't open your pants yet. Wait for Clarice to get down on her knees to help you. Back in it goes, hurry hurry, before we loose the light. Clarice, back on with the bra, and the licking was great. Everybody ready? Action.”
Tom shoved his dick back into his pants, and re-hooked his belt, while Clarice put her bra back on. They both got done as Bruce said action. Clarice removed her bra again and Tom had to watch her caress her ample breasts, and get her nipples hard. For a gurl, she had big pingers. The nipples weren't big, but small like a man's. Hopefully he won't notice or care. It was all I could do not to laugh at Tom. He was getting so frustrated. I loved it, and I know the others did too. This take Tom was silent, and waited for his co-star to get on her knees and say her next line.
“I need it now”, the words, to Tom, were like hearing, “gentlemen start your engines”. Tom about ripped his pants open before Clarice could help him. But Bruce remained quiet, and the action continued. They got his cock out of his pants and she pulled them off, along with his shoes and boxer underwear. She places one of her hands on each of his knees and spreads them until they can't spread any more. His ham string muscles must have been pulling, 'cause I saw him wince a bit.
“I've been hungry all day, and in need of a protein injection.” Clarice says, with a sense of urgency in her voice. At the same time her hands rub the insides of Toms thighs, moving closer and closer to his crotch.”Wait, stop” she cries out. Turning toward Bruce, she inquires. “Do you want me to go straight to deep throat, or use my hands first and no hands later?”
This delay frustrated Tom even more. His cock was so stiff, I thought it was gonna burst. Vanessa was holding one of the light racks, and I noticed it jiggle a bit, from her trying not to laugh. Bruce said to go straight for the throat.
“I need a drink of water first. Somebody please get me a bottle of water.” Clarice got her water, took a big drink, and said, “okay let's continue, I'm ready.”
“Action,” echoed through the condo, as Bruce gave the command.
It was time for some real action, and Tom was more then ready. Clarice's hands got close to his crotch and then back to his knees. She dove her head over his dick, like a fish after a fishing worm on a hook. I had forgotten, she doesn't have a gag reflex, but the look on Toms face reminded me. She took him down to the base of his cock and then some. She ran her tongue in circles around the length of his dick as she drew back up to his cock head, and sucked on it like a big straw during the entire time. It was only her third stroke when I watched his toes curl, and his knuckles turn white from digging his fingers into the couch cushions. It was then, we heard those three little words.
“Cut, cut, cut, don't you dare cum so soon. No premature ejaculations, no no no. Clarice,... Clarice, take your time and savor the moment. You're starving, but we need to fill the time to make the movie long enough. Please and thank you.”
“I need another drink of water.” She looks at a very frustrated Tom, smiles and apologizes. She takes her drink and asks.“Now where were we, oh yes, I remember now.” She slides his cock back in her mouth and proceeds to stand up and let her big boobs dangle down. This gave his cock even more room in her throat. He rubbed her back and reached under her boobs to rub them. Bruce decided not interrupt the scene any more. He did have some sympathy for Tom. Clarice took her good ole' time sucking on Tom. She knows how to tease, with no mercy at all. But it feels so very good when you finally pop your top, I know for a fact, personal experience.
“Tom, moan, and say anything you want.” Bruce suggested. “Let yourself go, and then cum.”
A few minutes later Toms cock let loose, and shot out like Old Faithful geyser. Clarice finished him off with her hand, so the cum shot wasn't lost. He came for a long time. So much pent up energy. After he stopped throbbing, and was ready for a long nap, Bruce yelled.
“No time to sleep, just wash your dingle off and get back here. It's your turn to service her.”
He went down the hall to the bathroom to wash himself off. We all started to giggle, but kept it very quiet. As soon as Tom got back out to the living room. Bruce gave him his blocking directions and exactly what to do.
“I want you to sit on the edge of the couch, take her head in your hands, and kiss her, passionately. Then I want you to kiss her neck, and work your way down to her boobs, and nipples. I want to see your tongue all over them and your mouth suck on them. Then kiss her tummy, turn her around to the camera, lift up her skirt and kiss her sweet ass, all over. Then turn her toward you, with the front of her skirt still down. Lift her leg up, and place her foot on the couch, preparing to lick her. Then when I say “LIFT” you lift her skirt, and lick her 'til she comes. I hope you're good enough to make her squirt. That would be great. Now, are you ready? Clarice, places everyone.”
Tom did exactly as told. He took her head into his cupped hands, and they kissed, passionately, with their tongues. She turned her head, and let him nibble on her earlobe, and suck on her neck. He kissed his way to her firm round boobs and enjoyed sucking and kicking them for many minutes. When it came time, he carefully turned her around, and lifted the back of her skirt. She was very careful not to let him see her secret package between her legs. He kissed and licked her ass like a professional. Hell, he was enjoying it so much, he even gave her a little rim job. Clarice was enjoying it too, the sex part you know. She was really getting into the part. She even faked a couple of mini O's for him. He was ready for the finally. Bruce gave the command to turn her face forward, pull up her leg so her foot could be on the couch, with her crotch just inches away from his face.
“Kiss your way up her leg, Tom.” Bruce whispered loudly.
We were all filled with the anticipation of what was soon to come. Toms mouth and tongue got closer and closer to her skirt.
“Wait for it, wait for it,.......NOW, lift her skirt and lick. Came the direction.
With that command, Tom lifted her skirt to give her a good lickin'.
OMG, you should have seen the look on his face when he realized he was only inches from another cock, and was about to lick it. Tom fell back on the couch and just kept repeating, over and over, NO, NO, NO! He gathered up what little senses he could, leaped from the couch, grabbed his pants, and ran out the front door, and down the hall. He'd left his shoes and boxers behind. As soon as we heard the elevator doors close, we began packing everything as quickly as possible. We weren't afraid he would call the police, we were counting on it. Vanessa and Clarice watched him frantically drive away, with his cell phone in hand. Within about ten minutes we had the room all cleaned out except for his shoes, boxers, and the washcloth he cleaned up with. It looked like we'd never been there. I was happy, Clarice had fun, and Vanessa got her revenge. We stopped and parked our vehicles a block away for awhile, to see if he'd return. He did return, with the police. I don't know what happened up in the condo that the police searched. But a few days later, I did find out that he was arrested, and charged with the false reporting of a scam,
lude behavior, and trespassing. You see, revenge can be fun.
Hope it was worth the wait.
Blessed be, Hotwitch2
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Posted:Mar 20, 2012 2:49 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2012 5:43 pm
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I know you've all been waiting to find out what happens to Tom. Well, since the events leading to his emotional disgrace and ego bashing only happened a few weeks ago, it took some time for me to set him up for his fall. And what a fall it was. This last weekend was his karma biting him in the ass, prompted by me.
If you don't know how much of a bastard Tom was, take a look at my last blogs. Now, on with my plan. As some of you already know, I don't take kindly to the abuse of women or animals or gays or of people like me and my T friends. I know my plan sounds like something from TV, and it should. That's where I got my inspiration. I wrote out my plan, in detail, and showed it to a few trusted friends, and Vanessa. All of them up voted it. It was a go, and “project downfall” was born.
Two weeks ago I contacted my photographer, a few actresses, and actor friends, and a T/G friend of mine, stage name, Clarice, from L.A. California. Clarice made room on her calender for last weekend and told me, all it would cost is plane flight here and back, but she'd love to be in on “Project Downfall.” She'd do it for free, if she could, but she couldn't afford to. I wanted her anyway, because she was, Clarice.
She's not afraid of any man, and she's a showgirl, and looks very much like a woman. If anyone can pull this con off, she can. My first step was to get in touch with Tom, and ask him if he could take another guy's place on a porno film. I said the other guy got sick and the studio needed to wrap up the filming right away. Of course he'd be paid $500 for a few hours work, with the chance of becoming a star. I knew his ego wouldn't let him say no. I handed him a piece of paper with a time and place written on it, and warned him to only show up at that place on that day and time. I told him the producers were only borrowing the location for a few hours, and that they don't need the law stopping by unexpectedly. They were trusting him, not to give them away to the cops. When I told him that, his head expanded three sizes. I could hardly contain myself, from lashing out at him, right there. But my plan was so much better.
I'll spare you all the details, but suffice to say, all went well in preparation for our little con. Everything went like clockwork. The set was ready a day ahead of time, and just had to be transported to the location, and Clarice's flight was on time. All was well when Vanessa and I, picked up Clarice, and drove to the nearest “Quaker Steak” restaurant in the area.. She likes the play on the name, what can I tell you. After a good dinner, we retired to my home, for an early night. No, I don't get to sleep early on Fridays too often, but we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, and I want no mistakes. A few drinks later, we were sitting together on a bench, up at the west end overlook, enjoying the view.
The Overlook, is a public park owned by the city of Pittsburgh, and it's located on top of a hill overlooking the city from the west end. You can see all of down town Pittsburgh from there, and it's only two blocks from my house. Google it and enjoy the view. I have for years, and always see something new. Anyway, back to my time-line. We returned home about 1:30 am and got ready for bed. I had plenty of room for the three of us. I know you all expect a juicy three some, …. Sorry, it didn't happen, Clarice slept in the guest room, with Vanessa on the couch, by choice, and me in my bed. Not that we didn't want to, but, this is how it happened. Vanessa was so nervous and hyper, she couldn't sleep much. Nine am came earlier then usual. As soon as Clarice and I came down stairs, Vanessa insisted she be there to see the look on Tom's face when he finds out. I advised against it, but she demanded the right to see her abuser. I gave in, and we did her up so she didn't look anything like her. Different hair color and length, very different make-up, and some very revealing cloths. We prepared us for the day, had some fruit and some coffee, and drove over to the north-side of the city, where the filming was to take place.
There's a condo, near the old science center that has lots of empty space. A friend of a friend got us keys from the real estate agent showing the condos. Everyone from the photo shop was there way ahead of us, had all the set put up, and were having a blast pretending to be a TV show film crew. Only an hour to wait, until Tom shows up. Oh fuck, what if he doesn't show? All this for nothing. No his ego won't let him not show up. I needed a smoke, so Max, a camera man and I, stepped out for a smoke. I sucked hard on my cigarette, and made it burn extra hot, and that made it taste bad. I was shaking, and needed something to suck on to calm my nerves. I looked around and saw that we were well hidden and nobody was in sight. I turned to max and asked him point blank.
“Max can I suck your cock for awhile?It's just that I'm nervous and need something bigger then a cigarette to suck on. Purely platonic, NSA(no strings attached). Please?” Max looked around and seeing no one, began unzipping his jeans. “Clean?” I asked. He nodded yes. I dropped to my knees reached into his pants, and freed his penis from it's cloth prison. My mouth was closing in on the head of his cock when the door next to us opened. It was the lighting girl, Margie.
“For heaven's sake, you two, we need you upstairs, now.” and she turned and left.
I said “Shit”, and he mouthed my expression simultaneously. Guess I'll have to be nervous.
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