Chapter 12 - Sex in the kitchen Gary was quite a good cook. He had always enjoyed cooking, even when married and the breakup of his marriage had left him very much having to cook for himself. He had not fallen into the trap of ready meals or eating rubbish. With time on his hands he had experimented. Saturday became not so much a gardening as a shopping, pr...
Chapter 11 -- Three in a bed Thursday saw Gary up and about but there was neither sight nor sound of Zara and he knew there was no point going around to see Zoe to 'help her out' as Tom was not yet back. It was perhaps only fair to give his hard working penis a break; though, as he stood in the shower and thought about the day before when Zara had been i...
Author's Note: This is part of a series of short stories. They are written very quickly and are not edited. They are also VERY weird and are not for everyone. You have been warned. ***** Melanie heaved a dramatic sigh as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was worse, she thought disdainfully. The 'it' in question was her weight. Melanie had always been...
WARNING: This story contains dickgirls/futanari. If you aren't into this sort of thing, please don't read it anyway then cry about it in the comment section. If you are into this sort of thing, carry on smartly. ***** For blacksmiths, things were always busiest with the spring thaw. Generally, only two groups made up the bulk of the brisk trade. There were...
Potentially very long story from the maledom setting. Hope you will enjoy it and excuse some possible mistakes in English. Prologue My backside was already sore from the bus tour and the thighs weren't exactly in paradise either. The mind was preoccupied with other troubles. The girl things. The feelings of injustice. The school things. Well, the September...
All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. Chapter 8 I have only been a toilet for a few hours, but time moves slower when you have shit in your mouth. Ms. Stone's diarrhea was brutal. I felt shell-shocked, and was convinced the shit inside me was eating away at my brain. It's as if I'm turning into a real toilet, losing my humanity one...
As Joan Miller looked out the kitchen window in hopes that she would be having company, with even the Jehovah's Witnesses being a welcome diversion from the boredom, the irony of how at 48 her life had come full circle from when she was a teen was not lost on the woman. She had come a long way, she thought as she looked at the rusted out swing set somehow st...
It's taken me six years to do my Ph.D. Some take less time, some a lot more. I can't complain; for the most part, I've really enjoyed the experience. There were all kinds of great intellectual, social, and cultural experiences, of course. But you don't want to hear about those. You want to hear about fucking. Fortunately, I also collected some great sexual e...
Chapter 1 - The mystery of the handkerchief The story so far (from the story, 'The Garden Shed.'): Gary, a middle aged divorcee, has taken to nudity in his garden - a very private garden - but hearing a noise and finding a handkerchief with the letter 'Z' embroidered upon it in his garden shed has made him suspicious that his garden is not nearly as priva...
Special mention to Hatsuda for editing this series. In this story, knockout teen cheerleader Hailey fucks her ex's father. He's overweight and balding and sixty-eight years old. He happens to have a massive cock and he is also an old family friend. ***** DAD COMES TO HER BEDROOM That entire day, Hailey was so turned on knowing she was going to fuck h...