This is the second part of my story about Anna, the cow girl. Obviously I would prefer that you read the first part before you read this part. The first story was from Anna's perspective and this story is from her owners perspective. This is the story of how I, Kazuhiro got my very own cow girl named Anna. At first she hated me, but now we are in love. She...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Six. 2006. (February.) Burglars. Ever since my parents had retired and moved to Oxfordshire, presumably to be nearer their friends from the world of academia, I had been asked to keep an eye on their property whenever they were away; particularly since their second mov...
"Hello?" "Hi, James. It's Tim." "Oh. Hey." "James, do you have a few minutes to chat?" "Sure, I guess." "No, I mean, not on the phone. I'm at the coffee shop you and Katy like to go to. Could you come down here alone? Don't tell Katy what you're doing." James craned his head around the hallway corner to see if his wife was still in the bathroom. She wa...
A few months back I wrote a piece called "A Man of the World". It sank without a trace. But, quelle-surprise!! I started getting emails asking me to continue the story of one of its minor female characters. I didn't have a clue about how to do that; until a guy who has given me some great story ideas in the past, told me about his nephew, a former Ranger. Th...
Agent 409 was exhausted, her body tired and sore especially her pussy. The extreme orgasms had taken their toll on her. Her skin was slick with sweat as the excursion and the tight rubber of her suit had heated up her body quite a lot. She didn't know how much more she could take. The large stun rod was still lodged inside her and the humming continued to vi...
Every person in my University classes knew the stories and escapades of Miss Anna Eleanor Richards; she wasn't particularly coy about her adventures and had little objection with explicit candour. I was certain her phone number was on half the mens' toilet walls in the block; a hypocritical response from immature male students when faced with women in contro...
Maybe others would think it was a car backfiring, but he knew it was a gunshot. Then there was a second. He knew where from too. He cursed that he had no weapons on him, but guns and knives were from his other life. The life he tried to ignore and get away from and yet he was running, running towards the gunshots. Why hadn't he carried a gun. Stupid fool, th...
Chapter 1: THE INTERROGATION Description: I work as a secretary at the General's office in the **** barracks of North Queensland. One day two masked and hooded men broke in and violently interrogated me. Body: The day was pleasant enough. The General was away and I was sorting through correspondence at his desk when suddenly two masked soldiers burst in...
Wasted Bras and Wasted Thongs: Throbbing in the Christmas Hot Tub by Buck Maelstrom, M.D. and Miss Manners With a Whip Detective Lisa Anderson had been headed home, her mind on two weeks of Christmas leave, when the radio in her unmarked car crackled with the news. Her sleek, supple body rippled with tension at the prospect of a new crime on the verge of h...
She woke as the hand was placed over her mouth. The shock of it caused her to draw in breath, but with the hand where it was she couldn't inhale, causing a sensation of being smothered which started her panic. Her nose hadn't been covered, and she drew breath in through that, and the smell of him woke her fully. She tried to raise herself off the bed, but he...