Episode Three: Mrs. Henderson & the Demi-Monde Barber of Fleet Street The story picks up from the end of "Mrs. Henderson Plays Matchmaker". A sissygurl and a tomboy are together on the couch, the sissygurl's face in the tomboy's lap. Or maybe it's the tomboy's face in the sissygurl's lap. It works either way. There's also a third and fourth little pretty;...
Whenever I'm off duty, I'm liable to get into some type of adventure. Who am I? I am Troy Shane, a sergeant with the Massachusetts State Police. I was walking around the Boston Public Library when I saw this tall, plump jet-black honey with a big butt. She was walking around strutting her stuff. A Black chick with a pretty face, thick body and a fat ass. Def...
Justin was perched at the edge of the loveseat, hardly able to believe what he had just seen. Kate! His wife! He never thought she would go this far! Incredibly, his dick was rock-hard again, and he found himself hoping that this adventure wasn't over. Kate was lying on the bed, sweating and panting from the attention she had just received from these two str...
While I listened to the sounds of the shower my wife Karen was taking in the bathroom I lay on the bed playing with myself. I was waiting. Why does Karen take so long coming to bed? She takes her time because she knows I am lying here waiting. Karen is a tease. The thought of the water running over her breasts and streaming down into the dark curls between h...
Jonas was just finishing his second cup of coffee after breakfast as they began their decent. He always found the timing of the flight from Dulles to Sao Paulo's Guarulhos International Airport convenient....a late evening departure with a mid morning arrival meant a nice nap on the overnight trip and a chance to arrive refreshed. He had been upgraded on tod...
This is a continuation of "Steam Room Slut". After our adventures at the massage parlor Lisa and I were relaxed and ready for anything. The two friends that had enjoyed Lisa in the steam room told us where they were planning on partying later that night and that's where we were headed, right after we stopped by our house for Lisa to change into her club clo...
It's Friday evening and I hear you arrive home from work. After you called to let me know you would be home a little late this evening and to have nothing planned for the whole weekend, I knew something fun and exciting was in store for me. The front door closes and I hear you slide the dead bolt into place. As you make your way down the hallway to the livin...
Sue here, the red-head from Yvonne's stories. She convinced me to write up some of the things Paul and I have done. I tried getting this story on paper/on screen; it was crap. I learned that I may be an exhibitionist, but I'm no writer! So, Yvonne is serving as a public ghost writer for my adventures. We'll post them as "Yvonne presents..." But first an expl...
The Adventures of Dave – in praise of older women For several days after the episode described in the original story I was in somewhat of a daze. I kept pinching myself and asking if it had really happened. Certainly for the ensuing days I had a number of physical mementoes, which reminded me, not least a very sore cock. After about a week I decided I had...
Lollapallooza, a concert "event" in Waterloo, NJ. A full day of live, cutting edge, alternative bands, thousands of people in an open field, no arranged seating, just a mosh pit (for "slam-dancing", basically a release of pent up energy) up front, people laying out in the middle, portapotties lining the sides, and concession stands in back. The bands include...