The weird thing was I'd never taken the slightest bit of notice of my neighbours. For one thing, it was a shared house so there were probably people coming and going all the time. And for another thing, I didn't have time. Working all day, coming home knackered -- I wasn't about to pop round with homemade jam and try to make friends. It was only when I was...
The walk back to my house I was in a total daze. I couldn't believe what just happened. As I get to my room I start to remember as Ms. Catherine Jones my neighbor with the biggest set of tits I have ever seen had just given me a handjob. I fingered her pussy to an orgasm while I sucked her tits like a nursing newborn. And to top it of she sucked my cum off h...
It was 2006 when I first met Arlene at a Christmas party at a mutual friend's house in Seattle's Queen Anne neighborhood. Across a crowded room, with Leonard Cohen's "First We Take Manhattan" playing discreetly in the background, I spotted her leaning against the fireplace, lips curled in a half-smile, tall and full-bodied in her late 40's. She had shoulder...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Recap: This set of short stories are sequels to the "Wife Bang in the Stables" series, which should be read first for full context. That is, if you're into context. These are things I have learned since the day my wife, Lisa, showed me the videos chronicling her sudden slide fro...
This is the first time I've written a collaborative story. Thank you to AlohaSheila who helped hone and perfect it. Yes, of course she is Sheila in our story. If there is any interest in it we will work on part two. ***** It was Tuesday morning and I had decided to go to my favourite cafe for a coffee and a slice of their delicious carrot cake. I'd taken m...
The good thing about the ship from Jaffa to Tilbury was that it was English, which meant that no pirates dared attack us; the English being the greatest of all pirates. The bad thing was that it was a ship. I have always hated sea voyages, and two months on a ship was a foretaste of purgatory, if not the entrance to hell itself. I suppose the fact that I co...
Being a clandestine operative presented unusual opportunities. Sarah considered this as she regarded the woman in front of her. Just a few short months ago, the woman, Vivian, had been an unassuming graduate student; now she was the CEO of an major, if shady, international business empire. Despite the change in fortunes, Vivian remembered when she and Sara...
'Moving Finger' and 'More Fingers' are the first chapters about my relationship with Pamela, a senior science colleague at the girls' grammar school in which I first taught. Now Chapter 3. * By the time Pamela's hands were sufficiently healed from the operations for her to resume teaching, we had orgasmed together many times, thanks to my busy fingers. I h...
Copyright 2004. All rights reserved. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Chapter 1. Natasha Wagstaffe stepped out of the taxi in front of the hospital where Cleo worked. She sniffed. It was hot. After the coolness of the cab the heat hit her hard. She could feel a dribble of sweat run down her spine. Dallas, a city in a desert. Her brother,...
The front-loading washing machines in the dim, dank laundry room lurched and groaned their grievances over decades of neglect. But what could be worse than Val was missing her favorite prime-time soap, Edge of Passion, because she had gone to the gym over the weekend instead of laundering her clothes. Cursing under her breath, Val slurped down chamomile tea...