The Second Time As things worked out, I didn't see Sam's mother again. I know she cared for me but there was no real spark between us. She kept making excuses not to see me so eventually, we decided to call it a day. It was all quite amicable, with no hard feelings. One evening, as I was relaxing with my feet up on the sofa, my phone rang. An unknown numbe...
I am sure that my fetish for mohair, and later angora as well, began when I was young. I suffered asthma as a child and after an attack one day I remember my much older cousin's girlfriend, who must have been in her early twenties, wearing a black mohair sweater and kneeling next to my bed and gently stroking my chest to help relieve the tightness in my ches...
Chapter 1: The Discovery Like most women who know about their husbands' catfight fetish, I discovered Eric's interest by stumbling onto his cache of videos and dvds. He was out-of-town on business, and I was determined to investigate the contents of a locked cabinet, which he claimed held only business papers. When I'd finally worked the lock open, I was s...
We've all seen it. The person who just screams vanilla. You talk about Sex, they say, "I've done that." You talk about anal sex, and they say, "That's an exit hole only. If anyone puts anything in there I'll cut it off." You ask why, and they just say: "Because." "Gays and Lesbians should be shot, Bisexuals are worse because they can't even pick a side....
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* * * Author's Note. This one is dedicated to my fan, Tony. Thank you for all your support! Wendy is getting impatient, in this story, her incestuous relationship goes a step further. You have been warned! IslandCove * * * The Guilded Lily Ch. 22: Older. * * * Slim Blake. Norman and I were sitting with Diane. She'd just put Charlie to bed...
Chapter 1 November 22nd, 10:30 p.m., Savannah, GA I sat hunched over, too wired and panicked to sleep but too upset to stay fully awake. I was drifting, day dreaming, wading in it; biting hard into a naked shoulder, running my hands and nails over a glistening back, somehow both new and familiar. I didn't know whose. I heard a woman's voice, a million mil...
Deftly backing the trailer into the spot where the guard said to, I climb down from the tractor, unlatch the fifth wheel, disconnect the air and electrical lines, and lower the landing gear. "Damn," I mutter, looking at the darkening sky, "I hope it doesn't start to rain!" Climbing back in the cab, I pick up the satellite unit I use to communicate with the c...
Chapter 13 On Sunday I went home to Mum's and had to rehearse what happened on Friday, and announce the lack of a wedding on Saturday. She deserved a full accounting after her sterling defence of me at the hotel. The members of the family who were assembled did not understand our delay in getting together again, and Mum, being ever practical, made a very pe...
Santa shoved the last rectangular gift box into the big red bag he carried as the front door to the living room opened. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HAROLD?!!" Betty Emerson had come home from a long day of fighting the lines at the mall shopping for Christmas gifts for a get together with family and friends. She walked into her modest home to find her husb...