We sat in my bedroom on the second floor, side by side, peering out through the double-paned window through the sheer fabric of the curtains. It's was cream-colored, and just transparent enough to allow us to see through it, without allowing anyone to see us unless they came close. Leigh sat next to me with her hands clasping her knees a bit tightly. She ha...
*** It is 1917 in the heat of the Russian Revolution. Watching Natasha speak to other men at a social gathering has made Borya jealous and insecure. Natasha reassures him with a fabulous blowjob..in public.*** Glowing lamplight illuminated the front of the Tretyakov Gallery under the black autumn night sky. It was a Friday, and a crowd of people stood about...
Hello again, you will probably remember me from Gardening 1, a story about old Bill who came to help me keep our garden trim, but he finished up trimming me in a big way, his huge old cock taking over my life, making me his sex slave. I would do anything; yes, anything to feel his cock inside my wet and very willing pussy. We also shared long and leisurely...
Here enters Hellcat. After being called out by Panther for a final time, it was time to put that bitch in her place. As her long black limo pulls up to the venue, the paparazzi immediately began pelting the car with the flashes from their camera. Sabrina would giggle from behind the window to herself when seeing the massive crowd that was surrounding the bui...
Natasha's Neighbourhood Watch Program continues... "So, where are you off too young man?" Debby asked her son, as she chopped up the steak for the slow-cooker. "Um... that job I was telling you about. You know... next door. I'm painting their shed for a couple of hundred to put towards rego on the Hilux," Eric said to his mum, as he pinched a few bits of r...
"I'm gonna need you to get the hell off my property!" Michael Del Vecchio said as he stomped on some freshly planted Gerbera daisies. "Hey, what's your problem?" Lily rushed over. "My problem is this shitty garden falls on my building property. Tomorrow, my guys are coming in to bulldoze this dump. Better get your tomatoes and weeds outta here." Lily was...
"Are you busy?" I asked leaning over the bed and whispering in your ear. You are busy. I already know the answer but I am too excited to care. Your pajamas are on, you're reading glasses, the iPod on your lap opened to Facebook. Already you have taken off your make up (I know this might bother you but it won't matter and you'll see why - or not) and you a...
He wasn't sure how she had convinced him to do it but now he was collecting his own pee in an old milk carton with a green screw on lid. The smell was terrible but over a couple of days he had not far off three pints of it. Trouble was that during the same period he had played with himself a lot. He had so much stuff in his head he had to get it out one way...
Once again we return to hear about Gary Roldern, the retired, divorced and rather under endowed ex policeman who happens to like gardening. Indeed not only does he like to garden but has a garden and in that garden is a shed. A shed, as recounted in the eponymous 'The Garden Shed,' where he was wont to daydream about women and the naughty things one could,...
I know that I announced a while ago that I probably would not be posting any more stories on this site, but a combination of factors has changed that decision. For the past couple of weeks, a story idea had been rattling around in my head that I couldn't get rid of. This, combined with weeks of cold, wet, and miserable weather, when I couldn't do any outside...