Please let me know what you think of this story. Sadly, it is a work of fiction. (C) 2000, Henry Wilcox Permission to post this on the internet is granted, provided this notice is left attached. * I came home from work one day to find my girlfriend Emma and a friend of ours called Sarah chatting away in the kitchen. As I walked in, they both looked at me...
It had been a very long day and Greg felt weary to the bone as he hopped into his vehicle and headed for home. He had been away from home for five days trying to sell agricultural insurance to farmers and he was more than ready to get back to the city. He was feeling really tense as he raced back home. A dull ache nagged away in his brain and he felt rattle...
It is a lovely fall day. We are staying in a Bed and Breakfast in the country and have had a lovely weekend so far. Our hostess tells us that there is a county fair today and we might enjoy going there. So, midmorning, we start out walking. It is only down the road and the day is so lovely. I am wearing a full skirt and cotton shirt, my sweater tied around m...
I am straddled across his body, my legs bent and gripping his hips, my hands on his chest and my head bent forward as the last wave of my orgasm ripples up from my groin. I feel the final contraction dissipate and the warm flow of my juice begin to seep from my body. Collapsing on him I gasp for breath and inhale the musky scent of his unwashed body. I feel...
Of course his phone rings RIGHT at this instant. The kissing and caressing stops suddenly, as he calculates his next move. I take the liberty and do it for him. "Yello! Uh-huh... yeah, he's right here... oh, no, you can... Tony? Karen." His mouth is too amused, for my tastes. "Yeah... yeah... oh, yeah, I understand that. No, of course, I get it... uh-h...
Our messy hero has been blindsided by his girlfriend and her best friends, stripped, pied, gunged and ruthlessly pleasured with a vibrator (see Part 1). Now it’s payback time… I had turned up at Linda's the previous night at about six. I knew that she would be just back from work, and that she would offer me a drink. Linda was the most sociable of all of us...
Victoria was left to tidy up the damage whilst Lady Sally retired for a relaxing bath. The bishop, despite one or two burn marks from fragments of hot copper had, more or less, survived his ordeal at the hands of the steam-driven rubber phallus. After Lady Sally had bathed and changed, it was time for dinner. Despite cook's protestations, she managed to pr...
A note to the reader. In the first chapter of "Comfort the Widow," Anisé and I met in Seattle at a business conference. The next thing you know we're driving her mint condition 1956 Cadillac Coupe de Ville to dinner (and then her place), and horsing around. She unzipped my pants and liberated my cock, casually stroking it. I put my arm around her and dipped...
I'd never joined a gym before; I'm really not the sporty type, but Judy said it's full of a load of fit blokes, and maybe I could meet someone there. So, on a cold and rainy Monday evening I dug out my shortest, whitest tennis skirt, grabbed my racquet and sports bottle, and off I went. Judy was right. Standing by the juice bar I noticed a variety of good l...
The plot thickens - or at any rate, gets a lot more gooey: After her mysterious absorption and expulsion by the tree, Alison’s whole manner changed. It humbled her, and yet made her more confident; she no longer needed to be pompous and dictatorial to get things done, but slowly acquired a natural authority. She smiled and joked more often, and dressed more...