Copyright © Kingswoman 2015 It's been a little while since I posted a story. I had this idea for a quickie and I couldn't resist putting it in for the Nude Day competition. Thank you everyone who sent kind messages and posted comments on the stories while I had to be away doing other things. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8...
Chapter 4 -- The Socrates Club By the end of Kim's first week in Danube City she was partially settled into her strange new life as a convicted criminal and bicycle courier. Within a week her welts were fading and no longer hurt. She had come to terms with what had happened and even managed to pass by the Temple of the Ancients where all her trouble had st...
Monday morning Sheila and Jill where taken to Malibu beach accompanied by Grace and a team of tape and still people, Tommy was in charge of both camera crews. Grace came to them "today's challenge is quite simple you will leave here and head to Play-Mate head quarters, without using riding any motorized transportation. Jill moaned it was nearly 10 miles to t...
Martin and Sage's first meeting was not auspicious. Martin was a mechanic in a bike shop, a keen cyclist with a bike workshop at home, he was preparing for a legacy when he reached 25 which would allow him to setup a bike shop on his own. Sage pushed a rather sad looking bike in to the shop that needed fixing. She was close to six feet tall, mostly legs, an...
Just a few hours earlier, the clear blue sky had been thick with hot lead and flak. The American B-17 bombers struggled to maintain formation despite the onslaught of Focke Wulf 190's, Messerschmitt 109's, and deadly flak. However, the bombers were far from sitting ducks. They weren't called 'Flying Fortresses' for nothing. Top and bottom machine gun turrets...
Samantha hitched up her skirt, squatted down by the side of the country road and waited. She was dying for a pee, but she was determined to wait until someone passed. Ideally it should be a cyclist; a car would pass so quickly the driver would only get a glimpse of what she was doing and if a pedestrian appeared she could not justify squatting in a pissing p...
Saturday morning brought complications for Beverly. She had been looking forward to a rally with their club, the Tandem Bicycle Riders, training faithfully, practicing various shifts and power stroking techniques with her husband. In anticipation Bev spent extra time on her own, working on endurance exercises because she knew that some of the hill climbs, ex...
Starting when I was a 13 year old girl in Bozeman, Montana, I dreamed a real dream about saying yes to men who were kind, who instructed me. Straight on for 11 years the dream was in my mind's eye when my hand reached down to my girl punani to make myself wet, when my teeth closed down on my hard girl nipples. But in the present day I'm a woman. It is time...
Wow! What a ride; and, I'm not talking about the bicycle either. It all started when I mentioned swinging to my hubby about a month ago; and, I'm not talking about swinging at the park. I had expected him to be a bit more excited about the prospect of a foursome than he appeared to be. We both have had explicit pasts and have brought a lot of X-rated exper...
The lights of the town faded into the darkness behind the woman riding down the country road on a bicycle. She was heading back home to her Father's farm after finishing work at the diner in town. It was past 9 pm and no sound could be heard except the crunch of the bicycle's wheels on the hardened dirt beneath them. The seat of the bicycle nestled between...