Caroline lazily stretched as she turned over in the bed gently tugging the sheet and down comforter over her naked body. She lay in bed and looked out her window. Deciding it was a perfect September day for a horseback ride, she sighed and threw off the sheet and comforter grabbed her robe and headed for the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee. While the...
Caroline watched her go, then rolled up her sleeves and started clearing the dishes and piling them into the sink. She straightened slightly and patted her stomach, letting out an enormous belch that sent a few eggs flying to the other side of the room. "Mmmmm...." She licked her lips and brushed a speck of cabbage from her massive breasts. After finishin...
AUTHORS NOTE: This story takes place in the Hegothian Empire, approximately fifty years after the events in Avatars of the Goddess. In the interim, new laws were passed allowing for the creation of sacrificial sites, which were little more than exclusive brothels where wealthy customers could wield whips, paddles and leather straps and punish naked plaything...
A private tennis club in an exclusive part of London. The tennis coach is me, Joe, and the following is one of many situations that happened regarding women who wanted more than tennis lessons. Having been to university, I was age 23, and became assistant coach at a posh tennis club. I had been a tennis coach for about two months. Club members were beginnin...
We'd been looking to move to the country for years and finally getting out of the city. Having grown up on a farm, I wanted my children to be able to have the same experience I did. My wife, Clarissa, and I had finally found the perfect acreage that we could afford. The house was a big old farmhouse with 5 bedrooms and a wrap around porch. It would definitel...
As Caroline slept, her hair falling across her face, James arose, splashed water on his face, and walked out on the balcony. The beach was empty in the early morning light, and the sun was only beginning to glitter on the water stretched out before him. He turned back into the bedroom, lowered himself onto a chair, and began doing tricep lifts. After three...
Caroline lugged her huge green hamper up three flights of stairs to the end of her hallway. She pushed open her door and dragged the heavy clothes in the hamper into her room. Caroline had worked six hours previously today and attended all her early afternoon classes. "I don't have much energy left," she told herself. So, she flipped off the lights and plopp...
The taste of Destiny's pussy still fresh on her tongue, Sheila reached down with her own stained hands and helped Destiny off Dave's crotch. "You'd need a damn knife to cut the smell of sex in here," Sheila thought to herself, the only one of the three not to feel the joy of release yet that evening. Sheila's tits hanging over the front of her yanked down...
"SHIT," Caroline Jarrett spat out loud when her left tennis shoe clipped the coffee table in the middle of her claustrophobic living room. "At least you didn't do it with your sandals on like the other day," she chided herself, trying to rub the pain from her foot as she fought the overwhelming urge to kick over the 4-legged nuisance in front of her. "You l...
Author's Note: This story is for the Pastiches de Oggbashan Story Event. It's a retelling of Ogg's story Birth and Death. Caroline was a shovel and a few body parts away from being Victor Frankenstein. She could have taken up watercolors. A nice glass of powder blue water at her side as she dipped delicate brushes, swiped off the excess and filled in penc...