The rain was coming down harder, and the wind howled around the campground. Folding chairs and chez lounges were undoubtedly tumbling through the woods. What had started out as a peaceful morning on the lake quickly turned into a wild and stormy afternoon. Andi, my girlfriend-at-the-time, in an act of jealousy (or competition), first blew, and then fucked o...
The Americans onomatopoetically call it a queef, while us Brits, charmingly refer to it as a fanny fart, this elusive and frequently embarrassing raspberry blown from the female genitalia is seldom heard by most of us men, and even more seldom discussed. But none the less, I would be willing to place any amount of monies on the fact that I am not the only ch...
A few weeks later. Tim was looking forward to this evening. He'd rung Bob and they both agreed a session in the darkroom was long overdue, and he could feel himself getting slightly hard at the prospect. In addition Neeta had been pestering him about some photos of the children which she said were in the camera but which he couldn't remember taking, and Bob...
"Shit! I don't believe it! That's Mrs. Robinson!" Greg gasped as we turned the corner on our way home from the gym were we both worked. "Mrs. Robinson; like in the movie?" I asked. "Not really. I told you about Karen, didn't I?" he continued, "this is her mum," as we walked towards a middle aged, tartly dressed, bottle blonde, woman who was just the right...
1. Day before she bought herself a whole bunch of snazzy new workout clothes, so that morning she went jogging to start breaking them in. The outfit was pretty damn provocative. Felt real nice on her, yet perhaps not in the best of taste, not out on a public street. Not to say she didn't look good in it. Oh no. Too good, though. Too ostentatious. Bright neo...
"My husband likes my farts," Fatima Al-Saud said haughtily as she walked out of the ladies room, looking at the other young women who stood there, noses wrinkled in disgust as they involuntarily inhaled her toxic fumes. After eating a particularly unpleasant cheese sandwich, the young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman had to go to the ladies room really bad. Her bu...
There were different 'suites' in the Ironwood Mansion, specially designed to my specifications, for enacting my various sexual fantasies in. I was presently on my way to the 'Secretarial Suite' to meet one Candy Apple, a new tryout to become part of my harem of girls. I hadn't seen her yet, but Duke, one of my best Girl Recruiters, had told me she was a knoc...
Ivy was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Caroline knocked on the door the next morning. She answered it and Caroline walked in holding a brown paper package. She set it down on the table. "This is for you, but wait to open it until after breakfast." She sat down at the table and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing much of her cleavage. She fanned herself....
"Now, Henry, tell me some more about how your wife finds you inadequate in bed," Rosetta pushed, adjusting her enormous rump in her specially designed leather chair. She was very interested in getting deep into the psyche of this client. A very small man, only about 100 lbs, he was slightly intimidated by the African-American amazon with hips nearly as wide...
The boss shifts awkwardly on her chair. BRRRRrrrrruuuuuppp! She sighs in relief. Below her, under her ass, Martin softly shook and cawed, trying desperately to survive breathing in the boss' putrid gas. PRRRrrrrpppp! "MMm, it's good today, isn't it, Martin?" "Mrrumm," I mumbled, in the affirmative. "That's a good boy; you've learned well." She lifts u...