Getting old sucks. Getting old and sick sucks double. Getting old and sick alone really sucks. When I had my heart trouble, 4 years ago, sure, I was 70, but I had by wife Esther to see me through it. The worst part was losing my erection, because of the medication. Esther and I were proud sexy seniors until then. That sweet woman , who looked like the ex Sun...
There are three things I must say about this story before you read it. Firstly, there is a character in it that closely parallels a celebrity (I slightly changed the name). I want to make it clear that my character and the celebrity are NOT the same person—even in my twisted mind. This story is not about the above mentioned celebrity, but I had to include so...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my second day with the firm) *** I rested my bike against the railings outside Maynard's and went in. Another young fellow of similar a...
...after thanking my lucky stars once more, I see Dolly approach Jasmine and whisper in her ear, then Jasmine approaches Chelsea, who stands by my side. "Dolly and I want to know, if our fantasy is combined, will it mean we get 10 minutes instead of the 5 minutes allocated?" Chelsea looks at Dianne and Dianne shrugs, she nods and Dolly squeals as she takes...
Camilla slept over at Phillips's apartment and went back to hers early the next morning. She felt a little uncomfortable from the after-effects of the MDMA, but two aspirin helped her enough to function effectively for Wednesday, her last day of school before the final exams. During her free period at school, after studying for her oral test for Mr. Leroy's...
Ken wasted little time in speeding up the action and ordered Dolly over this Saturday. I called Dolly. She was nervous and reluctant and asked why. I told her I assume that Ken wants some of her pussy. She still searched for excuses until I reminded her of her promises and the posting of her videos if she didn't. She resignedly said she would be there dresse...
I had been wearing dresses at home for quite a while now, with my wife's encouragement. The first one I tried was very special and we called it The Dress. It just made me happy. On Wednesdays I was sucked off while wearing it. On Fridays I dress up as Sexy Sally and fuck her. On Saturdays, for her entertainment not mine, she would dress me in various outfits...
On the first time when he showed up first I didn't think anything. I assumed she'd be along in a minute. I was dressed and I'd tried a new perfume. She told me shopping for a date was part of the fun so I was to purchase something new, if not the week before, then on the way over to her house. Every time, she insisted. This time I'd stopped at the shopping...
(Another true adventure, with a few names rearranged for privacy) I had shot several made-for cable movies in the past, and this was not the first for the late-night audience, in other words a softcore film. I am a reasonably well-educated adult male, with a pretty liberal worldview, so the idea of making a softcore cable flick has never been a problem for...
Three figures stood in the moody, torch-lit corridor of the Vorester Inn. One a fair maiden called Lissam, the other her brother called Donald, dressed in the garb of a one. They argued with a barrel-chested bodyguard that had all the grace and features of a walrus - beard included. Lissam and Donald raged with the flame of argumentative passion at the portl...