October 1938 A Piece of Paper Peter sat in the darkened cinema staring in anguish at the flickering images on the screen. It was the newsreel before the main feature – the latest Alfred Hitchcock thriller – and he had decided to take Bethan to see it on the spur of the moment. The giant black and white figure of Neville Chamberlain danced before his eyes. O...
It would be the perfect seduction I thought to myself; he wouldn't know what had hit him. He certainly wouldn't be able to resist. I lay in my bath and started to plot the details. As I did so I could already feel my body respond to my desire. I watched as my nipples hardened, the firm pink centre slowly rising out of the water, pushing the last of the bubb...
Before reading this little adventure, please read The Weekend (Part I) which was originally intended as a stand-alone story and I have changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. There is not a great deal of graphic sexual shenanigans in this absolute figment of my imagination, so if you ar...
If you like lots of hardcore action in your stories, then pass on to the next offering. The sex in this story is less overt, and more implied. If, on the other hand, it's the story, the characters and the emotion that you like to explore, then read on -- and I hope you enjoy it. I love getting feedback -- both positive and negative, so don't be shy and drop...
Cheryl sat back in her chair, brushed an errant strand of jet-black hair from her eyes and blew out heavily. She was musing to herself, "Bam! Thud! Spattered in runny clay." She twizzled her gold pen between forefinger and thumb whilst her other hand toyed with her French plaited hair and murmured once more, "Bam! Thud! Spattered in runny clay, 3, 4." In...
Part experience, part imagination, a lot of observation and a lot of viewing of voyeur videos. All expressing in my word, my particular likings * "That's more my style Peppe," I chortled, nodding with my eyes, across the glitzy foyer of the Hotel Mercure Golf Cap D "Agde. "But Meester D -- a granny?" he quizzed with eyes wide, looking up from the newspap...
Hey guys, I've used even more creative license for this one than the previous one so, try not to burn me at the stake or anything. I apologize if the chapters are getting longer and longer but once I start the story kinda gets away from me. These characters can be really stubborn like that. I would like to thank Nick for his help with the 'speech', the...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fantasy, fiction and satire. As such, no offence is meant to anyone who is mentioned within it. It is just a story to be read by those over 18. All characters mentioned within this text are 18 years of age or older and are therefore considered to be adults. All character are fictional. I make no money from this story, it...
Chapter Two, More Complex Than Mysterious I learn more about this mysterious lady as she shares me with her friends. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Evelynn rubbing my now erect cock through my trousers. Before I realized it, the limo was stopping in front of the Palmer House Hotel. When I stepped onto the sidewalk in front of #17 E. Monroe St,...
This is my entry to the April Fools contest. If you like my story, please vote for me. * A new twist on the old saying, 'There's no fool like an old fool' My name is Fred Thompson and I grew up in a family of Cops. My grandfather Edward was the Sherriff of Madison County, IL, my father Ralph was the police chief of Sauget, IL, and my brother-in law Edgar...