Dilemma

What would you do, if your best friend asks you, if he can have sex with your partner? Let's find out how Fin reacts...

Coldham Fintan "Fin" Noose III and Giovanni Fabini had been best friends since meeting at high school.
Fin had introduced his mistress Chastity Shelton to Giovanni, who promptly fell for her. It wasn't one sided. Giovanni didn't mind having a threesome with Fin and Chastity or that Chastity and Fin sometimes had casual sex. He was just wondering, if Fin would be so open.

Chastity and Frieda, Fin's fiancée, were enjoying a massage at the spa, so the gentlemen had decided to play a round of golf.
Fin was about to tee off, when Giovanni asked: "Would you mind, if I had sex with Frieda?" Fin's shot went wild.
Fin and Frieda had an open relationship. She was bisexual. They had agreed Frieda wouldn't seek men, but only women. Alone the thought another man touching Frieda, drove Fin into raging jealousy. It didn't matter if it was his best friend or not. Swallowing hard and thinking before answering, Fin replied: "If she really wanted to have sex with you, I would give my okay." He came to the conclusion it was only fair, when he could have fun with Giovanni's wife, then Giovanni should enjoy the same priviliges, even if it would hurt Fin. Giovanni gave Fin a slap on the shoulder. He smiled. "Don't worry, Fin. She has only eyes for you, and I won't ask her."
Fin was relieved. Giovanni was also glad, because he knew it would have meant a huge sacrifice for his best friend and alone the willingness to give was enough for Giovanni.

©2012

The Fund

Ivan and Sam Richards are at loggerheads again. This time Sam is an adult and its about money. But is everything as it seems?

"If you are going to marry Hue, I'm going to disinherit you." Ivan Richards told his grandson Samuel, who was very upset. "Before you loose your temper, let me finish. I thought about what we discussed during your last visit. I know what you are going to do, no matter what my opinion is." "And what am I going to do?" Samuel asked, still on the verge of loosing his temper. "You are going to adopt her children and support them." "And you think I won't do that, if you disinherit me?" Samuel's face had flushed. His voice showed outrage. "Let me continue. I thought I make it easier for you. You probably haven't spent much thought on college funding for Roscoe and Tina or any other subsequent kids. I have, so I'll transfer your part of the fund to them." Ivan Richards had a fund for all of his grandchildren. He continued: "If, as you say, money isn't so important for you, you won't mind." Slowly Sam's grandfather's words sank in. Sam was grateful. He really didn't need the fund, and in all honesty his relationship with Hue was only very short going on, so he hadn't made so far reaching plans for the future besides wanting to marry Hue. Grandpa's idea was good, though. "Thank you." Sam said. He was glad the kids education was covered, but hoped his grandfather lived for many years to come.

©2012

Two continents united - Fusion Cuisine

So this is something completely else. I have already entertained you with some cocktails my better half created. This one is a dish we made yesterday. I was EW's right hand lady. He's a perfectionist with high standards, so working together with him can be sometimes difficult... ;-). Anyway this receipt bridges Europe (Spain) with Asia (Thailand, China). Tell me if you tried it and if it was to your taste. A lot of people would say this ingredients are odd and don't work together. I loved it, though, and thought it is worth sharing. This is for two people.

What you need:


1 tortilla espanola (Spanish potato omelet, either self made or shop bought, we had shop bought)
1 pack stir fry (your choice, we had a cabbage, broccoli, red onion mix)
1 stir fry sauce (in our case Amoy Thai Chili Sauce)
1 chorizo, ca. 200 g (Spanish spicy sausage; ring chorizo is preferable over sliced one, tastes better in our opinion, but it's up to you.)
oil
a frying pan
a wok
3 plates

How to make it:

We cooked this in batches, because we only have a small kitchen.

Slice the chorizo into bite sized pieces, heat oil and fry the chorizo until it's through and piping hot. Set aside.
Cook the tortilla espanola as instructed, if you use a shop bought one. Set also aside, but keep it warm.
Heat oil in the wok and stir fry the vegetables, according to the packaging.
Add the sauce and when it's nearly finished, add the chorizo.
Divide the stir fry on two plates, leave some space for the tortilla.
Cut the tortilla into 4 quarters, place one of the slices at the empty space of the plate, the other goes on top of the stir fry. Repeat with the second plate.

Buen provecho / kŏr hâi jà-rern aa-hăan! / Enjoy your meal!

©2012

The Voyeur - The 30 Seconds Saga continues...

What can I say?! I was naughty again... Hope you like this one too.

A moan. From the kitchen. He had to investigate. She was bent over the table and fucked by another, dark haired lady in the anus, while a vibrator was doing its job in her vagina. The lady stopped what she was doing, when she saw him. "Go on." he said. At first the lady was perplexed; then she decided to do just that. He liked that both his partner and the visitor were wearing really high platform shoes. He wanted to fill a hole too. He soon joined in, squeezing the balloon sized boobs of his partner. She moaned even more and liked the attention she was getting. "I'd like to give you a blow job." He arranged that his best friend was in easy reach. His dick was already erected. It was an interesting feeling, getting a blow job, playing with his partner's breasts and feeling the thrust of the third person involved. He came explosive in her mouth. She swallowed everything and was even more aroused. She reached her climax soon afterwards.

©2012

Red - Part 5

It has been ages ago that I wrote Red Part 1 to 4. Now I had  the time to finish the story. Hope you enjoy reading the adventures of the cat Dante.

Again I was sitting at the window sill at the kitchen. I hadn't seen Red for months and thought she was gone forever. Suddenly I saw her. A man was after her and tried to catch her. I hoped she was going to escape. Just in case I thought I better inform Sam. First I had to find him. He was in the living room, working on his newest novel. The door was closed, so I scratched on it. It always gets his attention, because he doesn't like it, when I'm doing it. I also shouted. It didn't take very long for Sam to emerge. "What's going on, Dante? I don't have time." He was a little bit short. I told him Red was in danger, and I wanted his help. He didn't understand a word, so I went towards the entrance and back, meowing. Sam still didn't get it. I had seen Rocky, a dog and a friend, directing his master in the right direction, so I went to Sam, bit into his trouser and pushed a bit. "Dante, what's wrong with you?" He was getting angry. I let go and went again to the door. Slowly my servant understood I wanted his attention. Thank goodness he followed me. I went outside. He was hot on my heels. The man had snatched Red and put her into a cage. I hoped Sam could do something to help her. He stopped dead in his tracks looking from me to Red. "Hey, you! What are you doing with my cat?" He shouted at the stranger. The man hadn't been prepared for that. "Umh, she was straying in the area for a couple of days now..." "So just because Kitty likes to be out and about, you thought you could take her? What were you planning to do with her?" Sam was outraged or pretended to be. The guy wasn't used to it. He stammered he was just doing his job. "And what is your job?" Sam interrogated. "I work for an animal shelter." "Really? What's the name, and do you have an ID? I want to see it." The man took a step back. He had been lying. "Why don't I simply give back your Kitty, and we forget about it?" "Alright." Red knew what was at stake, when she was released from the cage. She accepted it, when Sam picked her up and scratched her behind the ears.

Red was thankful. Her ears pricked, when Sam told her she could stay, if he couldn't locate her owner, so Red was soon a family member. Sometimes we were fighting, but mostly we enjoyed each others company. She was different from me. Her favorite human was Hue , Sam's fiancée, while my contact was Sam, but I also liked the kids. She was weary of Alyssa, the youngest daughter of the house. Because Alyssa was very small, she didn't know how to deal with us cats and could be sometimes rough or wanted to eat our food. I took it cool, but it was upsetting for Red.

Well, of course Sam didn't forget about the man and warned the neighbors about the stranger.

©2012

Discussions

Well, the novel I am writing is as you all know about Coldham Fintan "Fin" Noose III. In it I briefly mentioned Fin gets a spanking. I thought I write a more detailed short story about it, so if you don't like the spanking of kids, don't go further here.

Fin was crying. The spanking hadn't even started yet. He was angry, though, and very humiliated, which triggered the tears.
Fin had believed he could discuss politics and other things with his grandfather, who treated him still like baby, and saw the twelve year old's attempts to be taken seriously as talk back. Fin had been warned by his parents he would be caned, if he had one more run in with his grandfather. Fin didn't listen - or he did, but thought he could get his revenge and away with it. He was wrong. Fin said to his grandfather Coldham F.: "Can I tell you a joke?" "Sure." Fin asked for Coldham F.'s hand. "Okay, these are the mountains." Fin indicated the fingers. The lines of the hand were the "rivers". "What is missing?" Coldham F. didn't know. "The water, of course." Fin replied and spit into Coldham F.'s hand. His grandfather was outraged and was tempted to pull Fin over his lap for a sound hand spanking. Because Fin wasn't his kid, and Coldham F. was sure his son or daughter in law wouldn't like it, when he took over Fin's correction, he told them instead. Fin wasn't given the chance to explain himself. He was ordered to wait in his room until his parents would call him.
Around ten minutes later his mother shouted up he had to come to the living room. Fin was unhappy his grandfather and parents were present. They were seated on the sofa. Fin was forced to stand in front of his grandfather and was lectured by him. At the same time Coldham F. opened the button and zipper of Fin's pant, pulled it down and followed suit with Fin's underpants. Fin's shirt didn't cover his front or backside, and he was now half naked. It was very embarrassing and humiliating for Fin. His father told him to leave his hands on the sides; no covering up was allowed. Coldham F. said full of scorn: "You can be glad I'm not responsible for your discipline. If I would be, I would warm your butt for you before caning you." Fin's mother took hold of Fin's arm and took him to the end of the sofa. Fin was forced to hobble, because his clothing was tangling around his ankles. He was bursting into tears, because he felt so ashamed and angry. Fin also feared that whichever parent was taking care of the punishment was using stronger force than usual to show his grandfather the caning was hard enough.
Beverly bent her son over the arm rest, while his father went to retrieve the cane. "Your father is going to give you four cuts." Beverly told Fin. Her son was partly glad. His parents didn't seem to think it was necessary to increase the number of strokes. Four was the average. Fin could live with that, but knew he was going to be in agony for some time. The cane his parents used was thin and springy. Fin still ended up with tram lines and bruises, lasting for generally a week to one and a half weeks. After most spankings Fin was unable to sit for the rest of the day. Sometimes, when the caning was especially hard, it was longer. Fin didn't have to dwell further how much it was going to hurt. Coldham was back. Fin heard the familiar sound of the cane whistling through the air. He guessed based on the swishing it was going to be a hard stroke. Fin had been right. The cane landed in the center of Fin's behind. The fire, the stroke ignited, was barely tolerable. Fin didn't scream, but more tears escaped. He was disappointed in himself. How could it happen he was crying? Normally he had himself under tight control until he was back on his room and alone. He hated to show any weakness in front of his parents. They drew satisfaction from every tear Fin shed.
When the pain from the first stroke subsided, Coldham lined up the next one. The tram line was throbbing and merging with the ache of the first. The third stripe appeared on Fin's sit spots and made him nearly jump up. Of course he didn't, instead he started to sob, hating himself and his parents for it. The last cut was landing only a fraction above the third stroke and was very, very hard. Fin's entire bottom felt on fire and was throbbing. He was glad it was over. After a few moments of respite, Fin was hauled to his feet by his mother, briefly hugged and told he was loved and forgiven. Then she dressed him, causing a fresh flood of tears, because Fin's buttocks were swollen, and she wasn't careful enough. "Please apologize to grandfather for your bad behavior." Coldham said. Fin was still crying and shook his head. "No." He didn't see why he should. He had already paid for being fresh to Coldham F. "I'll give you a choice, Coldham Fintan: Either you apologize right now or your grandfather gets his wish and is going to take you over his knees. What is it going to be?" Fin didn't have to think long about his mother's offer. He apologized under duress and gave all adults present a hateful glare. Grandpa said to Fin: "I accept and hope you have learned your lesson. I would be sorry, if you would have to be punished again." Fin didn't believe it. "Okay, you can go to your room now." Coldham said, after briefly hugging Fin, who was stiff in the embrace.

Fin's behavior towards his grandfather changed. He never trusted him again and kept away from him as much as possible.

©2012

Another 30 Seconds

Sex again. This time on demand of my better half, who liked the first 30 seconds.

She was wearing nothing beside her extra extra high white Converse shoes. He was holding grey classic Ugg boots in his hands. For a moment his blue grey eyes locked with her dark brown; then he raised his left arm and sent the boot crushing down on her right breast. She moaned, more of pleasure than pain. He raised his right hand and the boot made contact with her left breast. Her nipples stood erect and she was licking her lips in anticipation. He didn't disappoint her. After another set of strokes, he dropped the shoes, bent over and sucked first the left nipple, then the right. He liked playing with her balloon sized boobs. They were heavy in his hands. "Enough, take me now! I can't wait a second longer." She demanded, panting. He was impatient and rough, so he pushed her onto the bed and was within moments lying on top of her. She giggled and didn't mind at all. They kissed; their lips brushing hard against each other. His hand was resting on her breast, kneading it. Her moans were getting more urgent. He fulfilled her wish, nudging his way between her legs. Before entering with one smooth move, he placed her legs over his shoulders. She liked the position and wanted more kisses. He bit softly into her luscious lips. Within moments they were reaching their climax.

©2012