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Babysitting For the Neighbor

by Marie LeClare

When I was 14-years-old I earned spending money babysitting for local families in my small community of St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada. There were several families that I sat for, but my favorite family to sit for was right next door. They had a young boy and would ask me to look after him while they were not home.

The young boy was no problem to look after. He went to bed early, after being fed and having his dipper changed at night. His parents would never come home until well after midnight. That left me with a lot of time to amuse myself. I spent the time snooping through the belongings of the couple.

Hospital Massage 2

by Marie LeClare

Was it a dream? A fantasy? You decide!

I was kind of in a daze when the nurse asked me if I would like a nice back rub and perhaps a massage before bedtime. She was a cute brunette, with curly hair and a pleasant smile, so I said yes. I detected a New York accent and her nametag said, Kayla.

I have had those fantasies where this voluptuous nurse enters your room and is sex crazed, but it’s only a fantasy. Or is it?

Marie and Michelle

by Marie LeClare

Marie met Michelle in kindergarten, and knew right away that she liked her, but when she tried to kiss her, Michelle pushed her away.

Although they got separated when Marie was sent off to catholic school, she still kept in contact with Michelle, who was also called Miki, which Marie couldn’t understand, but found out that when Miki was a baby she couldn’t pronounce Michelle, and out came Miki.

They became inseparable during school breaks and Summer holidays. If it wasn’t riding their bikes together it was going to the community swimming pool, or ice skating in the Winter.

Marie still knew she liked Miki and didn’t try to kiss her again until about the eighth grade, to which Miki said, “have you lost your brain cavity?”

Since it was the first day of Summer vacation Marie got to have Miki to her house for a sleep over. After spending most of the night giggling at funny stories, Marie always had a joke to tell, they slept in the next day.

Troll him troll her

You’d think that with the ambiguity of the Internet, sexual issues that trouble real life interaction would find little “breeding” ground in the ‘net. In this dream world of cyberspace people are asexual, everyone gets along, no one has a strong opinion about anything, and everyone respects one another. This gleaming utopia, which is equally improbable in real life, naturally can’t exist on the Internet.

Hospital Massage

by Marie LeClare

My modeling career had taken off, but with all the photo shoots, I was run down, or so I thought, and my doctor suggested I check in the hospital and have some tests.

The room was nice and fortunately I had a private room. Not like in some other countries, like Canada or Mexico, where you have to share a room. I jokingly refer to them as banana republics.

Looking at the current copy of Elle magazine, I was interrupted by the pretty young candy striper who entered to bring me fresh water. Now I admit I’m vain, and I need glasses to read, but I don’t like it known, so hurriedly I took them off, but I couldn’t help notice how pretty she was and I remarked, telling her I thought she was pretty.

Hot Lesbian Cybersex

This week docweasel.com presents a transcript of some steamy cybersex from 2 members of DWF

This week docweasel.com examines the phenomenon of Extreme Savage Sex, with an original Savage Sex story by our resident Erotic Story writer, Marie LeClare, and art from Alazar, Alex Varenne, and Badia. What’s the deal with Erotica containing torture, mutilation, even snuff? Maybe its misogynist, women-hating men who are humiliated by women in real life so they are aroused by seeing them degraded in some way. Maybe their Mommies didn’t give them enough affection or gave them too much. Are they sick, twisted perverts or are these stories and pix part or healthy sex fantasies? Well we can go on and on with this but in the interest of prurient tittilation here is some of the stuff. Enjoy it, read it and be disgusted, or dismiss it entirely, just don’t come whining to us, we didn’t create this evil world, we only glorify and cash in on it. WARNING: contains intense sexual situations and pix of mutilation, extreme bondage and submission, and snuff.

“Those inconsiderate little bastards,” Brittany Crawford muttered as the headlights on her Chevrolet Caprice illuminated the driveway of her home crammed full of cars. Her younger sister Nicole was having another party with those creepy friends of hers and now she’d have to park in the alley. She hated parking in the alley because old Mr. Leonard would always be afraid to pass her in his ancient Chrysler and come knocking on the door asking her to move.

She drove around to the alley, then carefully down and parked by a gate in the high board fence that enclosed the back yard. Removing her radio, she shouldered her back pack, locked the car, unlocked the gate, went in, relocked it and trudged across the frosty lawn to the back door.

Marie and Dawn

Marie and Dawn

by Marie LeClare

Dawn and Marie became best friends the first day they met in 7th grade. It was Dawn’s first day at a new school and Marie’s best friend had moved away last year. Both girls had been inseparable for the first part of the school year, but this was the first night that Dawn got to stay overnight at Marie’s house. It was morning and Marie’s parents had left for work. Since Marie didn’t have any brothers or sisters, the girls were left all alone at home. And since it was a school holiday, they had the house to themselves.

Marie woke up first. She rubbed her eyes as she watched her friend sleep. Dawn’s nightie had crept above her waist and as she lay still, Marie fixed her eyes on the cotton print panties that Dawn was wearing. They seemed to be a little tight and she could clearly make out the outline of her friends pussy. She wasn’t sure why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another girl. It was the same feeling that she got each time just before she played with herself.

As she looked at Dawn, she placed a hand in her own panties and started to rub her little clit. This always brought her pleasure but this would be the first time she had done it when she wasn’t alone. As she circled her clit with her finger, she admired her friends body. Dawn was very cute; long blonde hair, big blue eyes. Just the opposite to Marie. Who had long black hair. Marie wondered if Dawn ever touched with herself like she was doing now. They had talked about lots of intimate things, but not that.

Who doesn’t love a chubby babe? Not a big fat pig with cottage cheese cellulite, but I mean, the hell with a Playboy model with fake tits and a washboard stomach, what we all really want is a cute honey with a little pooch belly and a round, firm chubby butt! Here’s some chubby chicks and a chubby lesbian story to wet your whistle to. We threw some old, ugly and hairy ones in too for variety. Enjoy!