Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie. * I cowered in the corner protecting my face as best I could as the blows rained down, five, six, I counted, as they in...
A new story series with some of the same characters out of my other stories... I pulled into my driveway on Friday afternoon. It had been a tough week, and I was ready to relax and kick back for the weekend. I went down to the street and pulled the empty trash can back to its place on the side of the house, then went around to go inside through the mud room...
[Based very loosely on the TV character played by Piper Perabo] ----------- Annie had heard of cocks this size but had never seen one. It was certainly the biggest she'd ever had to suck. And by far the largest thing, flesh or fake, ever put in her ass. She sighed, musing about the things she did for her country... ----------- Annie Walker dressed to...
Author's note: this was written for a young friend. Many thanks to my editor. There's d/s in it but no BDSM, hence it's in 'erotic couplings'. ***** He couldn't help but notice her in the queue for coffee. Something about her ensnared his attention, as attractive women seldom did on first sight. But she wasn't a woman. She was a girl. An incredibly allurin...
Working as a door to door to salesman has its ups and downs like most other jobs, however my job had an added bonus over most other ordinary jobs, as in most other jobs did not let you see the occasional half naked or half dressed women. Because my job involved knocking on random doors, sometimes when people are not expecting visitors, I get to see them in v...
by PostScriptor, copyright 2011, all rights reserved "Grandma," I heard my young granddaughter calling. "Yes, dear. I'm here in the family room," I replied. I heard the sound of feet rushing down the stairs and towards my temporary refuge from the hustle and bustle of life, followed by Sarah arriving breathlessly in the room, as only a 10-year-old can. A...
********** A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! ********** "So Paul. Are you a transvestite?" Not the sort of question you expect in that sort of situation. Not in the bar after the match, even at the end of the evening when Martin and I had...
David Jones stood atop Cefn Bryn, one of the higher points on the Gower Peninsula. It was early spring, or late winter, depending on how you wanted to look at it, and the air was unusually clear for the season. The twenty-or-so houses and pastures that made up Nicholaston spread out at the bottom of the hill, about a hundred feet down, and pressed up against...
[ This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities whether it be person, place or thing are entirely coincidental. ] [C] Copyright 2009 * Alone in the darkness. It's your blood I crave. Sitting here, helpless. A victim of my own free will. I remember once, I was human. I loved. I felt love. I've wanted to cry for many nights over heartache. Feelings, I m...
A lot of the stories I've written have been based on a club, a place I call "Illusions". The motto there is, "Where Nothing Is As It Seems". I think I wrote that thinking I could get lost in that place. No one to laugh or ridicule my feelings, only others would exist there as I, fulfilling their fantasies while perhaps finding love as well. It's always been...