Dear Shoeblossom My first husband was an asphalt salesman; he sold cork flooring, too. I locked him in a plastic belt soon after we met; that much time on the road can make a man quite frisky. And of course you know the type. Ralph "Rip" Muztagh was a flirt from the word go. And he had what you'd call a long "cunt collar" amongst his friends. One of his...
(Sorry for the long delay. Angie had to get over the shock of some of the hate mail and threats she got after the last chapter. She broke the next chapter into a A and a B. Some was written before the party and most afterwards so some of the tenses will be wrong, she also hurried to get this submitted so the spelling may not be perfect either) * Wow I have...
Jennifer Evers was pretty. Really pretty with typical Mormon blue eyes and blond hair. She kept her stunning 36-21-34 body trim by exercise and jogging. It was a good way to relax after a day of someone else's children and gave her an extra respite from her husband. Jennifer taught first grade. Danny Evers taught Junior High in a nearby school. His love of...
This is a story of an amazing transformation that my wife of over 30 years undertook. My wife Jessie is a 51 year old mother of 3 and we have 2 grandkids (and yes, she is a GILF). Jessie has always been very beautiful in my eyes, although nothing jumps out at you when you see her. She is 5' 1" and 128 pounds. Her breasts are a very small B cup (borderline A)...
Robert was standing behind my wife rubbing the lotion in firmly. Her legs were spread with her feet set about a foot apart. Her white thong was not visible as it was buried deep between her curvy cheeks. The micro bikini became visible where the top of her crotch started. Although it covered most of the entrance to her welcoming hole, it was so small both li...
[In this chapter Dominant/submissive lifestyle is introduced to Beth, a tattoo is discovered and Pete gets stronger.] * * * * Once we were on the freeway I said, "Beth I want the two of you to talk about the new way of life Kaye is testing." Beth asked, "She has not given herself to you, Master?" "She has signed the paper. I have not decided if I accept....
"The past is never dead. It's not even past." William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun (1951) Preface: The Teller of the Tale My name is Mitch Taylor. You may recognize my name if you follow the best seller lists. My fourth appearance on the most prominent such list in the USA will occur next week after the very recent publication of my new novel. Alth...
Sarah followed Maddie her mind racing about the day, and the fear and thrill of sending her husband David photos of her adultery and enjoyment of pleasures of the flesh today... Maddie had by now lit candles in the room and looked at Sarah with her green eyes "unzip this I need your tongue, now! The latex dress was unzipped, and Maddie let it fall to the fl...
It was quiet in the house; Beatrice was at school, Rosie couldn't believe her little girl was sixteen now. Melissa, Bea's half, and now step-sister was also at school. People often remarked how much the two girls looked alike, but never in front of John; there were rumours around that he wasn't Melissa's father, which he'd obviously heard whispered behind hi...
Chapter Twenty Three: Branding Released from the table that was holding me while I was being shaved, 2 men held my arms and escorted me over to an area that could only be described as a small stage. Large, very comfortable-looking black leather chairs surrounded the area, although they were empty at the moment. I was led up the one step to the stage, and pl...