Prologue: I was twenty-four years old and soon my life would change forever. I studied the interactive display that loomed before me. The vividness of the whole brought to mind an innocent childhood memory of a beautiful painting I had seen once upon a time: a depiction of a young girl extending her hand to touch the face of a fallen Knight. It seemed she o...
Cin's Story Cin was born in the living room of a tenant farmhouse in a small mid-western community. Being born at home was fairly common back in mid 1930's. It was more common if you lived in a small community, and even more common if your home was some distance away from a major city hospital. Her father farmed. Her early years were spent on that farm and...
Holidays at the Lodge were very much a thing. Although obviously everyone had their usual obligations such as visiting family, we always set aside a date so that everyone could celebrate together. After spending so much quality time together, a lot of the girls had become quite close, so celebrating certain things became the norm over the past couple years....
The girl walked briskly through the outskirts of town. She walked past the town dairy and milk processing plant, past the rail yards with their silos, past the drive-in theatre with posters for the latest Elvis movie, Jailhouse Rock. It was the 1950s in mid-West America. She walked past the houses of the poor people, with rusted car bodies and dented ash...
I recommend you read the first two chapters if you have not, especially Chapter 02. This is loaded with CFNM and it is somewhat long. You might not devour it in one giant gulp but in bite-size chunks. All my characters are 18 or over. ***** Even Sarah Maitland trembled at a moment like this. Yes, after all she had faced, in her varied life. Several lives...
Part I September 14,1977 Davi Bekke In June of 1975, I was in graduate school in California, partway through a three-year course of studies in environmental science. As I was preparing to assemble my field work into a paper and oral presentation that would earn my degree, my personal, non-academic, life became...... interesting and wonderful. I use the wo...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly's Hot and Horny Fuckhouse" ***** "Two minutes till show time, Ms Jardaly!" said the young stagehand, who was poking his head in Jilnar's dressing room as she waited anxiously to make her American television de...
Chapter 1. Meeting Sari “There is someone I would like you to meet, David.” Father had walked into my study looking like the cat that had just found the cream. I followed him into the library and as we entered a young woman rose from an armchair. To say I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. She was tall, perhaps five feet nine or ten. Her figure...
All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ©Andyhm 2015 This is the 19th and penultimate chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order, before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. There's been a lot going on in my life that has seriously cut int...
This is a celebration of one particular Santa Barbara courtesan. This is a paean to Megan. A whore. A courtesan of the highest order...and a description of an encounter with her and her mouth. There are scores of whores here in Santa Barbara. I believe we possess, within our tony borders, some of the greatest whores in the world. Whores are divided into...