This is a third person re-writing of the story titled 'Your Story' which was originally written for someone specific (and in the first and second person). *** As he lets himself in, he notices the door is unlocked, so he figures she must already be back. There's no sign of her downstairs, so he keeps an ear out as he swigs milk from the fridge, to see if...
The taxi driver smiled broadly. He had recognized Steve Connors's wife even though she was wearing her darkest glasses and had pushed her gleaming auburn hair back under a cap. Realizing that the lovely young candidate's wife was in no mood for conversation, he refrained from speaking to her. He was content enough to have such a celebrity in his taxi, althou...
In Which Kedi discovers an innocence quite unlike the Innocence she knows so well; Innocence learns that the virtues of her name can contain elements of ignorance; and Mouse achieves success in her audition. Null was a girl driven entirely by sexual passion. But an undirected, random and indiscriminate sexual passion. She was forever in a state of sexual re...
Hi, I'm Claude. If you read my earlier story about my wife Nan and I (Our First (and Last) Time) you know that this shouldn't have happened. Nan said after that the first time in 1972 that she didn't ever want to do it again. And she didn't. Now it's over 4 years and 2 kids later. Nan has gained a little weight, but still looks great. Now she looks like...
"Can you bring me a roll of toilet paper please?" I get a roll from the hall closet and bring it into you in the bathroom. The sight before me makes me stop in my tracks. You're not sitting on the toilet, but instead, on one of those camping toilets, which is basically a toilet seat on four legs. Your pants are pulled down and bunched up just below your k...
Daddy was getting more and more creative with his punishments. Once again, he'd caught Jamie and me licking each other's assholes without his permission. We had started doing it more and more frequently in hopes of getting caught by Daddy. Jamie and I lived for Daddy's punishments. On this particular night, he was punishing me in the most creative way yet....
Helen didn't want to get up in the morning complaining of a bad head, I went for breakfast on my own and met Beth, Adam was also still in bed with a headache. She asked if I fancied a trip up to the mountains, we could ask spouses if they wanted to come, if not could go and be back by lunch time, by which time they may have recovered. I went to see Helen. Sh...
For a while after my time with Richard, and the bell-boy from the hotel I took a holiday. I did not work, I didn’t even see Sarah. I thought perhaps my lust had been sated. Only after six weeks did I begin to feel horny again. It started slowly, my eyes just kept wandering to the guys in lectures. I reported to the agency that I was ready for work again on...
Chapter 3: If You Go Chasing Rabbits * * * * * "Hey Izabella Girl, I'm holding you in my dreams every night Yeah, but you know good well baby You know we got this war to fight Well, I'm calling you under fire Well, I hope you're receiving me all right" ~Jimi Hendrix~ By the time we get to Woodstock, we are starting to peak on the orange sunshine. A far-o...
His large hand traced her cheek, wiping away her swollen tears with his thumb. Her hair was disheveled, a long brown fury of tangled strands. Nakedness felt good against his clothes, the way it scratched against her nipples when they wrestled or how it pressed against her sore bottom when she sat on his lap to talk. Yet, earlier today, through all of her ha...