Otis walked and Ariel's house and just stared. It was all he could do. There was so many beautiful things in the house that he could almost believe he was in a museum. He heard her talking, and followed the sound of her voice to what he thought was a kitchen, but may have been a small restaurant instead. About the time where he could get close enough to hear...
All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 8... Isabelle had asked Heather to ask me if we could go up to see her one Saturday afternoon. I knew exactly what she meant, but still couldn't resist the thought of being with both women again. They...
Bears, Porridge, and Honey: A Pair of Goldilocks by The Preve Story Two---The Honey Trap: Part One 'Trinity Bridge Motel-Vacancy' "Good!" gasped Phil. "A life saver." Phillip Locke, college sophomore, returning to Midwestern after the worst spring break ever, pushed the hunk of shit, formerly his rented car, into the parking lot. All-in-all, the climax...
Emily Grant had lived in the same house most of her life, and while the little bungalow had seemed too small when her husband had been there to share it, now it seemed too large for just the widow. At 67 Emily now had time on her hands, and more and more she found her thoughts going to places that she had left alone for a long time. Dark and naughty places,...
Yorkshire, England, 1825 “But I don’t understand. Why can we not go?” “Mary, please. That’s enough.” Anna tries to sound firm as a governess should be, but it seems after all these years, this little hellion knows how to get away with acting however she likes. “But we want to go, too,” pouts the girl, slumping low in her seat, arms crossed and brows frowning...
Arthur sat at Cynthia's side gripping her hand tightly. Across from them sat Mable, Cynthia's mother and his own mother, Ruth. The two women regarded the nervous pair seriously. Ruth spoke first. "I suppose you know why Mable and I invited you two over, don't you?" "Because it's our anniversary?" Arthur offered, glancing shyly as his beautiful young wife....
A Wedding and a Daughter The year was 1970. The place was Sydney. It was the last Saturday in September. It was a lovely Spring day, the sun was shining, the sky was blue and the blossoms were blooming in the delightful little suburban park where Billie and Jim were married. Billie was a gorgeous bride at 20, Jim was a handsome groom at 22 and Sarah was...
This is part 8 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa * Week commencing November 23...
A very short story in the same universe as A Slave Under Contract "I think it's time we take our relationship to the next level, Robert," said Amy as she lay on her bed, stroking her bound, naked boyfriend's flank while she looked into his eyes. She had thought it would be quite interesting to date a free male for a change, but like most women on her plan...
My mind was racing the whole time. I couldn't believe where I ended up. But the sensations were running through my body. A 9-inch cock was ramming my boy pussy as hard as it could. Another cock, at least 10 inches, was being forced down my throat as his hands wrapped around my head, forcing me to deep-throat his amazing piece of man meat. Once he allowed...