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Part I  A pleasure model. Becky had been thinking about getting one for awhile. More and more people had been talking about them lately and at first she had thought it was a joke. But she soon realized after meeting a few of them at parties and dinners that they were the real deal. They weren't run-of-the-mill bots like the line they had rolled out a few years back.
These particular models were part human. Their bodies were completely life-like, slight flaws and everything. Their eyes showed intelligence and understanding, and according to the brochures, they were highly trainable and displayed cognitive ability to learn and be challenged. Being pleasure models, they not only were programmed to know how to give, but also to receive and feel pleasure.
Pleasure. It had been a long time since she had felt it. She had a few one night stands, but they weren't memorable. They were just brief moments in time. When her lover, Georgia, died over 3 years ago, her whole world had stopped spinning. She had never felt as crushed, as unable to breathe, as in that moment when the police had come to her door. 3 long years. She had stopped crying herself to sleep at night and only in the last 6 months or so had she been able to take that needed breath. But the respite didn't lift her moods, only left her feeling empty and aching. Her need to touch and be touched hadn't dissipated, but being with someone else didn't feel right. It felt like a betrayal. Her heart belonged to someone else, and had been buried with them when they died. Last update: 21-12-2008 17:51
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Part I of Shooting Star
Due to the size of the story it had to be divided up into two parts-I hope everyone enjoys my erotic lesbian adventure! Part II is located at the bottom of the page with a direct link to the story  Startled, she looked over at the girl who stood almost 5 feet away from her, having silently come up the stairs next to her. The girl wasn't looking at her, but straight ahead towards the commotion happening at the far side of the room. "Marissa," she heard someone say. The girl's head turned to her right towards the guy who said it. Marissa nodded her head in greeting as he stood. She shifted her backpack on her left shoulder, knocking it slightly into her, making her take a step to the side. She looked over at her, their eyes meeting. "Sorry," she said softly, her voice low and soft. "It's okay," she heard herself respond, unable to look away from her eyes for some reason. The room was bathed in low light and she couldn't tell what color her eyes were, but it didn't seem to matter, the reaction she had to her being one of surprise at having found such a beautiful girl standing beside her. The girl broke eye contact and turned to talk to the guy that came up to her, his eyes first on her, then Marissa as he started to talk. He had been looking at her since she had come to the house party, sort of unnerving her. They were inquisitive, but dark as they looked her over. Interest. She hadn't given him any indication she was interested but still he seemed to follow her from room to room. She walked over to where her friend was standing, talking to the host. The party was getting too rowdy, the guy who owned the apartment wanting to get everyone to leave. "Two houses down everyone," he yelled out, the crowd dispersing slowly. She went outside with him and her friend Penny, taking a seat on the balcony, watching some of the party goers leave below as they talked. "We should go to Club M soon," he said, motioning up at the full moon. Big party tonight. The guy who had been following her around came out onto the porch. "Hey Johnson, you all want to go to Club M?" he asked him. The guy held up his thumb and forefinger rubbing them together. The host nodded, "You know I got you. Tell Marissa and James to come too." Johnson nodded, giving him a smile and looked at her. She let her eyes slide away, finishing the rest of her beer. He made her uncomfortable to say the least. After a few more minutes and a few tokes later, they went back into the house, heading to the front door. They piled into two cars, her being pushed into the middle of the back seat as Penny took the seat next to her. Marissa ducked her head in, looking down at the floor. She was tall but James was taller, so she got stuck in back with them. She got in and their bodies pressed together as the seat was pushed back. She felt her heart pump quicker just being this close to her. She peeked at her under her lashes. Wow. She was so sexy. She couldn't even tell you what it was about her, it just was there. Chemistry. "Janey," she said softly in greeting. "Marissa," she gave her a half-smile. She felt the smile hit her in the gut, her eyes going out the windshield. It had been over a year since she had dated. She was definitely feeling it, that was for sure. This girl made her feel as though she had just been woken up from hibernation. Last update: 16-12-2008 06:54
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| By MerryAnita,
on 30-11-2008 18:01
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Favoured : 65 |
Published in : Incest, Incest |
 We settled into our new home fairly quickly and would soon be looking forward to the start of the summer holidays. My due date was fast approaching, as was the end of school, and I was suddenly content to just sit back and relax and enjoy being waited on hand and foot.
I had already gone through the whole nesting phase while we were moving in, and though I wasn't allowed to do anything in the way of cleaning, I was good at giving orders. Russ, Rachel and the boys took it all in stride associating it to my raging hormones and the understanding that once I calmed down they would always be rewarded with my also higher than normal sexual appetite.
The guys all loved my lactating breasts and I found myself being sucked upon so much, that I had resorted to wearing my bikini most of the time for easier access. At first Russ worried that I wouldn't have enough for the baby or that it wasn't good for me, but Michelle, who was due to arrive tomorrow, reassured him and told him it was actually good. The nipple stimulation could actually help start the contractions early, which of course, I was all for.
Last update: 30-11-2008 18:01
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