Note: No vivid sexual scenes will be described in this story. Dear Elmo, Whether you are real or not, I cannot comprehend. Every day I consider what you think about—what your opinion is of something. The lines between your being real or imaginary are nearly invisible. I sit here on my porch (yes, I moved), writing in this journal. I have decided that sin...
When last seen, Leona and I had just consummated a relationship that would last for many years afterword's. After my singing début (LOL), we settled into each other's arms and drifted off to sleep. I have to admit that I didn't sleep as well as I had hoped because her words "I hope you never leave me" drifted though my mind. The next morning, I was awaken b...
Second day finished - as a heads up, each of these chapters I'm looking at pacing and action in different ways, to get an idea of what I want to do more or less of in the future, so look between these chapters of Pauline's adventures as me getting my bearings. This story contains massive lactating tits with some reluctance ***** Pauline woke up feeling res...
The night before I went turkey hunting I had to go check in with the owner of the land that I was hunting on. The field I was scouting was right next to his old farmhouse, and had a broad meadow that tucked far out into the corner. I saw a couple of birds down there, a hen and some long beards. I pulled up the dusty driveway that bordered a horse pasture in...
Education is still of utmost importance. Indeed, I'm sure that many of you who are currently reading this work are taking a well-earned break from your studies. So, if you're a history student this will be a busman's holiday. As you should all be aware by now I've been doing my bit to spice up your sex life during lockdown with some role play. Now you can...
CHAPTER 1 Spring was bursting forth in great beauty on Kentland Farm that had been in Don ownership for eleven generations and the current owner – a grumpy attorney well-known in Boston – was the fifth Don going by the name of Smithfield. One of the many first sons bypassing the ridiculous name of Springfield had been named Donald Don, known as Don Don. He...
1969 The Summer of My Life I was doing lunch dishes as I watched him make the long walk up my drive, the dust billowing from under his shoes with every step. It reminded me of when I was a girl and Uncle Clarence would let me take the reins as we rode the hay wagon. I would be mesmerized as I watched their hooves hit the ground, a puff of dust flew each tim...
The next morning I was in my office trying to write but I couldn't stop thinking about the sudden change in my life. I remembered having fantasized about a beautiful sexy woman come to my door—you know, her car breaking down or lost on a stormy night and having wild sex but never believed it would actually happen. Things like that didn't happen in real life,...
Author's note: This story is set in the 1960s, in a time of no social media or cell phones. There is a long lead-up before things get cooking, so please show some patience. Thanks. Eli was just finishing cleaning out the area where his family's sheep had been penned up for several days at the county's farm show when he saw a flash of gold behind a row of ha...
The big General Electric CF-6 engine on the 767 droned steadily as it winged its way Westbound, 30,000 feet above the American heartland. Kathy stared out the window, her mind buzzing with thoughts of what lay ahead. Her transition was almost complete, from mousey, prudish housewife, to a total slut. And the adventure at the end of this journey would make it...