Meeting the new in-laws wasn't easy for Miranda McMullen. In her quest for knowledge, Miranda read Burroughs and Winterson and Henri James. Hell, she even gave up sex. Her theory was very simple. Sex before the blessed event was a distraction. Well, Miranda thought so anyway. Then again, Miranda wasn't exactly an intellectual. In some circles, she was consid...
It was like something from a farce, the Marx Brothers. Shit! She is stuck fast and no amount of wriggling or shuffling is going to get her free. Dangling in the window half in, or out depending on your view. Her shoulders are wedged in the frame. She can't go back because her 36DD titties are caught on the ledge inside the window. She can't go forward becaus...
Any feedback you have is truly welcome. As ever, all characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are aged 18 years or older. Any names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...
Note to authors: If you have sent me a script and I have not responded or completed it and you are still interested in having it recorded, please contact me. RL is a bit insane and things fall through the cracks, but I am trying to make more time for audios in their various incarnations. Thank you to Laphroaig for sharing this script with me. I look forward...
Most of the sexual encounters that I have enjoyed over the years were with women for whom I had developed an element of tenderness. While I enjoyed meeting women of all descriptions, sex only ensued after I had become relaxed and affectionate with any particular lady. There have been a few exceptions. During my young and high testosterone years I had engag...
Ok you guys, sorry for going MIA. Just wrapped up midterms and now I'm getting ready for finals. Good news though! Your girls getting good grades! YAY!! Just know that my absence is for a good cause. It's a busy time. I thought about finishing the series in this chapter but I didn't want to screw you guys out of a good story. Yall deserve it! As usual,...
They were in bed later, talking quietly and generally. "Please move in with me, Rafael!" she said to him. "Let's make this our home. I promise, promise that I'm not trying to hem you in or tie you down. I do." "Our home! Yes," he said. Then added: "Go ahead, tie me down, hem me in!" "I love you," she said softly, and he kissed her. "And I need you to kno...
To many I have a perfect life. A family, a loving wife, 2.4 children and even the bounding Labrador. So why would I want to go and risk it all..? Her name was Catherine. She was born and grew up in rural France, and though she'd lived and worked in the UK for the last fifteen years, since moving over here with her French husband, her English was still spoke...
Liddy lay exhausted on the couch after scribbling down the revised bill for the party. The other women had had the luxury of going straight to bed. It wasn't until some hours later that she was awakened by a knocking at the door. One of the soldiers answered it and came to see Liddy. She took the bill from the table before noticing Liddy was awake and paused...
The sun beat down on the gardens of the D’Amissi Convent’s gardens and baked the soil as Catherine Nerina knelt to the ground with her basket of ripened tomatoes to pick the next handful of small, luscious fruits. The vines were generous this season and she had plenty to gather for sale at the market in the village of Ambra. The Convent was nestled on a hill...