I could hear the snores and the breathing of our friends sleeping in the nearby tents as I made my way to the small creek and pond that was nearby. The night had brought some relief to the heat of the day, but I was still hot and sticky and needed a dip. It wasn't far to the water, but by the time I made it there I was sweating again. The moon was full and b...
He opened the door and partially entered, six thin strips of leather in his hand. His face held a question. It was one to which I had no verbal answer, I simply nodded. He entered the room fully now, all 6'3" of him. He towered over me as I sat on the bed facing him, intimidating me and he knew it. He held out the leather to me. The question was still in h...
The restaurant was small and elegant—white linen, crystal stemware—with attentive but not obsequious service. He ordered salade niçoise and mineral water and told Elizabeth she could have some wine but not anything to eat. He ate strawberries for dessert. She drank a second glass of wine. When they finished, he paid in cash and left a generous tip. They too...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Chapter 4: A Ride Home for Annabelle Autumn at the garden centre was a lot slower than the spring or summer. There were fewer customers and most of the work that we needed to do was inside, either in the green...
The Vixen Agency provides specialist services aimed at men. Their services are usually purchased by wives or girlfriends as a surprise for the men in their life maybe as a Birthday, Christmas, or Anniversary gift or maybe because they just feel like it because the men in their life deserve it. This episode tells the story of wife who wishes to purchase the...
Devon stepped from the warmth of his car into the chilled evening. A breath of wind caught up a handful of newly fallen leaves, and they whipped and twirled around a streetlamp before drifting to the ground as the wind passed. The neighborhood was well established, with the 1930's Bungalow style houses canopied by century-old maples. The house before him w...
Created by International Writers Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi (A Milestone 25th story by Wunderboi) ******* In the months following Maggie Miller's wedding to her new black husband, Devon, life in Hawksville seemed to take on new life. The wedding itself had broken down many barriers at the formerly all-white Confederacy Country Club, and the still new...
“Can I help you?” it was hot in the kitchen. She had been cooking all morning, both ovens going, the dishwasher hissing steam, and the doors had been swung open so much to the back porch that the ac didn't have a chance of hitting a cool lick. He was standing there arm braced on the door, holding open the screen that same frown on his face as two days ago....
I was happy with Catherine and over the next few weeks I spent much of my spare time with her, which delighted her as she couldn't do enough for me. I started to get her to change how she dressed, getting her to buy garter belts and more modern knickers and bra's, particularly under cup and push-up bras, as I told you she was plump and had such lovely tits....
They first met for lunch. He turned around and there she was, as if by magic. She was tall and stylish - a handsome woman; striking rather than feminine; boyish and androgynous, but still definitely a woman. Her photos did not do her justice. He didn't have to think about it. He knew immediately that she was going to be the one. She was calm and confiden...