So every once in a while I wind up with a boyfriend; I'm not perpetually single. And we usually hit it off for a while and then either my craziness or his personality problems break us apart. So I was seeing Glenn. Tall, dark, handsome, and with a wicked streak that appealed to me at the time. (OK, most times!) Glenn did sound for the studios, so he was int...
My name is Claire Fullerton, I am event groom for Hilary Furness-Smyth one of the UK's top riders, I am also her lover having left my previous life as an app developer to pursue love and my more bizarre tastes. When I last wrote to you I shared the story of the day when Sarah, Hilary's other full time groom and part time lover, double crossed me. She made H...
"Ew, no! All men are obsessed with it because they are gross pigs who spend too much time wanking to porn." "Oh-kay, so that's a 'no' from Kathryn." It was turning into one of those afternoons. The three friends had agreed to meet for a quick lunchtime drink that Saturday but Kathryn had had a shit week at work, Rachel was hungover and Farah was still - s...
CHAPTER NINE. MONDAY. Tim paints and later practices boules with Paul. When he awoke, he felt that something was wrong with the bed: it felt different, harder, and did not smell of Sab. He sat up with an effort and realised that he was not in her bedroom. He staggered over to the window, where dazzling fingers of sunlight were shining in through the crack...
This is short and sharp – my first story in years. If people like it there's an obvious sequel, so please let me know. ***** As I straddled Mark Feldman's head and prepared to lower my pussy on to his face I thought, not for the first time, what a great career choice teaching had been. Landing myself a plum job in an exclusive boys' school meant an endless...
We were tired, stressed, and overworked. As we lay in bed after a busy day, cold rain beating on our bedroom window, Ann and I decided that we deserved a break from work, family and weather. We searched the Internet, ski resorts were out, fishing not an option, but we came across a site promoting clothing optional clubs in Cancun. Jackpot this was it! Th...
Part 2 - David Next Door His kiss was mind-blowing, euphoric, delightful, delicious. His lips were soft, supple, warm, wet. His hands held my arms aloft, pinned to the back of the door. His body he pushed firmly up against my own. His kiss the most sensual I’ve ever experienced; his lips the softest I’d ever felt; his grip strong, his body warm. I was si...
At the beginning of Ch.02 I had mentioned my Scottish Blackening before my marriage with boot polish under finger and toe nails and disgusting stuff poured over me and how after the leaving gunging in Ch. 01 I realised I had a gunging fetish. Despite the kinky goings on in Ch. 03, where I had enjoyed a beating. I still had a secret desire to be messed up a...
I was nineteen, almost twenty. That magical, sensuous age. I'd heard men say it was the sexiest word in the English vocabulary. Nineteen. I was lithe, fertile, and sexual, with glossy skin and lustrous golden hair. No longer a girl but still not a woman, I was of that age when men young and old desired you, and I could spend my hard earned holiday time in Ir...
'Dedicated to Bartlomiej Wielgos whom Blake Wilde was based on' * I couldn't resist. I know I'm just an ordinary English teacher in an ordinary secondary school, but this time, I couldn't control the situation. He's so gorgeous, so beautiful, yet so intimidating. His beautiful blonde hair, his shining brown eyes, his glasses. My hormones were raging so...