My vision was the only thing on my mind when I walked into the optometrist's office for my annual checkup. I was more than overdue for my eye exam, but what I saw as soon as I opened the office door made me take a hard second look. And it wasn't because my eyes were bad; on the contrary, my vision is near perfect. No, what caused me to stare was the woman st...
In Part 4, that the keen eyed amongst you'll notice was cunningly the second part 3, you got to know Stephanie and her awesome breasts, I introduced you to DD and we met his lovely cock and we talked about the Joe Orton play, What the Butler Saw. This part is all of that and more. Is that OK? If you've read the previous parts you'll know you can skip the re...
Hey Guys, So I was watching Pokémon. This poured out of my head. The trainer I write about is female, expect them to do some fucking. She's also going to have some interesting things happen to her... Disclaimer: Pokemon, Pregnancy, Transformation, some gay fucking (sort of) and transsexuals. Beware. The Illuminaughty ***** Mack is a Machoke. He's differ...
As we left this story at the end of Part I, Jeff and his wife Shannon had made love for the first time in over five years. She had unveiled several surprises, clit ring nipple rings, a new cherry, a tattoo and a rebuilt pussy. But her biggest surprise was when Jeff came out of the bathroom to be greeted by his wife and her female lover. They convince Jeff to...
Many have asked for Carol's side of the story. You will understand this story much better if you first read 'Thoughts'. Thank you to Estragon who always makes my stories a much better read. **** My name is Carol Beal. I read the story that my deceased husband wrote and would like to straighten out a few facts, or at least give a different opinion. First o...
Mason had played Santa the last several years at the office's Christmas party and he was usually blessed with also having a few of the very sexy and single secretaries playing his little elves. This year he would once again be donning the red outfit trimmed in fir and the white wig and beard, those shiny blacks boots and the suit coat that had extra padding...
For readers with no interest in the noble game of cricket the 'twelfth man' is akin to a first reserve. In certain circumstances he can substitute for a team mate. He's more likely to be the team 'gofer', delivering replacement equipment to a batsman or carrying out the tray of drinks on a hot day. In our local team he is usually an older player who has se...
I have a dream job. Or perhaps more of a fantasy job. Unfortunately those fantasies are mostly in the minds of my friends. I run my own private massage therapy practice from home, no other staff, just me and the clients. So my friends luridly imagine this means I spend my days oiling the pliant thighs of nubile young ladies who are then so overcome with lust...
It was early in the evening, and he was dressed in his robe and sitting in his armchair reading quietly. Absorbed as he was in his book, he didn't immediately notice his wife standing patiently in front of him. After respectfully waiting an appropriate time, she quietly cleared her throat to get his attention. He looked up and noticed her there. "Did you n...
"Hello darling'," Clay held the telephone receiver to his ear as he imitated Conway Twitty's voice singing the first two words of a song to which he and Rebecca frequently danced. "Hi Clay," Rebecca tried valiantly to infuse some humor into her voice. "Are you learning a lot?" "I plan on doing that tomorrow." "I miss you." Rebecca squeezed her mother's han...