Rose-Marie felt truly blessed by nature, as she stood naked on the balcony of her father's palatial white mansion looking out onto her father's ornate garden. Not only had she the good fortune to have been born and to continue to live here in St Lucia, one of the most pleasant corners of the French Empire, but she also had the good fortune of possessing a we...
Author's note: I would like to welcome you to this little corner of my mind. It currently is occupied by the characters in this story and they are constantly on my ass to get this story written. Currently some 250,000 words are penned with an unknown amount remaining. I know I should know how much more there is to write, but honestly I have no idea. They wo...
Call me, Ahab, this is the tale of my embarrassing day at work, a humiliating story in which the lady I've been pining after for quite some time now, a sharp, attractive businesswoman with a flirty side, saw me completely naked. I was never absolutely certain where it was that she worked, but, my crush Ming Zhao's routine involved passing by my workplace, an...
This submission was reviewed and edited with the kind help of WhiteWave48. My thanks and gratitude are extended to her. The tale is one of a series of stories where an anonymous woman has taken possession of a manor house and all its trappings. She is exploring both her new possessions and also her new found heightened sensuality. I hope you enjoy and look...
I had been seeing Daddy Larry for over a year at this point. He was the third cock I ever sucked and the one to claim my sissy virginity by being the first to fuck my ass. He was exactly my type; early 50s, stocky hairy build with a small gut and over seven thick inches of manmeat that wanted nothing more than a younger guy to drain his load. The more femini...
A notice in the newspaper caught the eye of genial Molly Reagan, a mother of two and wife of an overworked husband who'd insisted in moving out of her beloved apartment eighteen months ago to a house with a big garden. Well, Molly now lived with diminishing resentment in a lovely house which she cleans and keeps tidy but the garden is a mess. The advertisem...
We were so horny. I couldn't believe how long it had been since we'd been out together. With all of our recent problems with sickness and death in our family, my wife and I had been stressed with her mom coming to live with us. To be honest it wouldn't have been so bad except someone was always there when my wife needed a good fucking. It was to the point w...
The automatic gate slammed shut behind our U-Haul trailer. We're were moving into our dream home in Tuscany Estates, a yuppie's fantasy Italian village recreated in American suburbia. It was a theme park, Olive Garden-vision of Italy. As a reminder of the glory of ancient Rome, broken columns were clumped together like pickup-sticks as the centerpiece for d...
Warning - if you're looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you're wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. And sorry - I'm a German and writing in a foreign language might cause some grammar errors. I love plants. Flowers, trees, bushes. All of them. I really enjoy wo...
*And it's the end of this tale already. I wrote down two plot ideas that popped up right after finishing this tale, so there should have been coming more from Henrick in the future in the past. Or something. * Chapter 07 I received a good morning kiss to my pleasant surprise just before Theresa got out of bed. She was definitely in a good mood because I s...