Following the realization of my teenage dream, to have sex with an older woman and a brief encounter with her even older neighbour my relationship with Mrs K continued into new areas. At the end of the last chapter Mrs K asked if I would be delivering her groceries on the following Saturday. I dutifully arrived at her kitchen door at 9.30 am on that day....
Some unknown time later Tom was startled into consciousness by the creak of the opening shed door, his pulse quickened as memories flooded back of the last time he had been visited. The door closed and he heard soft falling footsteps moving towards him. With soft brush of the cheek the gag was gently drawn from his mouth and the blindfold removed. Before To...
Introduction. So here we go, the final installment. As I told you all up front, this is my (concededly boring and long winded) take on the Rambo Revenge Scenario. If you're still with me through this final part, thanks for taking the time to read it all. If you're starting here, get your ass back to Part 1 so you know what's going on. Also, please remember...
We met at a party during our 3rd year of collage. I was instantly attracted to him. He was tall, about 6’2”, short brown hair, beautiful brown eyes that were brought out by his glasses and he wore a plain black t-shirt that was tucked into his blue jeans. I watched him for a while, hoping he would approach me since I didn’t have the nerve to go to him. Fina...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. Also, if male bisexuality is offensive to you, kindly hit your 'Backspace' key now. *.*.* "Next up is Twelve Sixteen Biggs street. That's one two...
Chapter 1 - The mystery of the handkerchief The story so far (from the story, 'The Garden Shed.'): Gary, a middle aged divorcee, has taken to nudity in his garden - a very private garden - but hearing a noise and finding a handkerchief with the letter 'Z' embroidered upon it in his garden shed has made him suspicious that his garden is not nearly as priva...
Chapter 6 - the return of young Zara Gary Roldern settled down in the warm afternoon sunshine with his straw hat over his eyes. A postprandial nap seemed to be just the thing. Gary was retired and able to take a more relaxed approach to life and able to potter around in his garden as he liked. And how he liked to potter was naked. Not a practising naturist...
The Farm is the final story in a series of stories that began with A Tennessee Education and was followed by The Best Gift Ever and Finding Travis. Like the previous tales, this story follows the theme of female dominance and male submission. If that topic is not to your liking I suggest you move on to some of the many great stories found on this site. Per...
My hands were freezing and I blew into them to generate some warmth. Rubbing them together, I wondered how much longer it would be before someone would come to get us. “It’d be a lot easier if you’d relax,” one of them said. “Relax,” I spat. “I’m locked in a storage shed, with no lights and no heat, with three guys, one of whom is an idiot. Tell me, ple...
Chapter 10 -- Disappointment for Gary There was a knock at the door. It was Zoe. "Gary." "Coffee?" "I'm not here for sex." "I did say coffee, I think." "Oh, sorry, yes please." "Come in then, you don't usually use the front door." "I didn't come around for sex." "Ah. Back door, front door." "Has another meaning really but, Gary, Tom's going away on...