Emma rests her head on her arm and watches the clouds drift by. Many days have passed at the estate since her father brought her here, to spend some time with her cousin Audrey. They had played together when they were very young amidst the poplars and the weeping willows. Life was far more exciting in those earlier days. Now each day passes languidly into th...
I am a nymphomaniac. You may prefer to just think of me simply as a slut, but in any case I am addicted to orgasms. Ever since my first one when I was twelve years old I just haven't ever been able get enough sex. I had sex with my brother, my sister, my father, my uncles and aunts and with all my friends at school. In college, sucking and fucking most of my...
Pete and I had been in our new home in Florida for over a month and we had completely 'christened' every room by fucking in each one at least once, the last being the pool. We had learned to be careful on those days when the housekeeper or the pool cleaner came in each week. The housekeeper was an elderly, to us, woman, working for a cleaning service that ha...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. Amy pushed her way onto the train, squeezing between two largish gentlemen in suits, and finding a gap just inside the carriage. As she settled herself into position leaning against the back of an occupied seat she felt her eyes subconsciously scanning the faces of her fellow passengers, as they had do...
1. There were little similarities between the two women entering the room. Tamara, the first to enter walked with the confidence of a mature woman although she was only in her late twenties. Her attire was professional, and restrained. She dressed for the position she wanted not for what she had. She had a distinct Mediterranean complexion, dark brown, al...
I'm pretty sure her plan backfired and she wasn't happy. I couldn't say I was disappointed but if she wasn't so pissed off I probably would have assured her no one was more surprised by how the events turned out than me. But I didn't tell Barbara that because she was too busy glaring at me to care about what I had to say. I'm sure this all sounds pretty co...
I'd like to thank my editor, thewordsmith2590. Her unusual preoccupation with Carmen's underpants is a tad unsettling, but she is generous with both her time and talent, for which I will be eternally grateful. *** The sun had reached its midmorning height, fingers of light stabbing through the canopy of broad green leaves. The small group's progress had be...
This is a continuation of my story Herta Wolfsfriend, which should be read first. Apologies if I've made any errors in depicting Norse or Saami cultures. This historical romance draws from Maria Kvilhaug's Blade Honer novels, as well as Nils Gaup's excellent film The Pathfinder (1987). The central idea, a strong BBW Norsewoman with three adoring younger wive...
I am a sports-lover. I am a dyke. I am an exhibitionist and I am a short-hair fetishist. This story is a loving tribute to the work of Tawny T. Every day I arrive at my sports, leisure and fitness centre with plenty of time to spare for a swim. I find having a swim before I play whichever sport or game is on that day helps keep me supple and agile. And feel...
I glanced down the street for what was likely the millionth time in the past five minutes. Seeing only an elderly man and a mother with two children rambunctiously jumping about, I leaned back against the brick wall I was waiting at. The sun was going down, but the temperature was still hot and sticky and the brick was warm against my back from being heated...