I was ready for whatever punishment Doña Francisca had in store for me. But I thought I should prepare as if Sergio was coming, even though it seemed he wasn't. There was something about the older woman that made me eager to look my best, anyway. I took infinite care over my hair and make-up, then had a good look at myself in the mirror, turning this way an...
Sometimes you never know when things work out. There I was in a bar in Sydney on a Monday after a committee meeting debriefing about the day's events. We had had a few drinks, when I heard a woman with an American accent at the bar order a drink. She was sitting by herself. I guessed she was in her sixties, but certainly well dressed and well-presented overa...
As I stood at the sink rinsing our breakfast dishes, I felt Thelma's hand slide along my spine and then in between my legs. "Thanks for the little session last night. As I said, Maggie, that beast in your belly is fighting to get out and, when it does, you are going to be one helluva sex babe. Now, get out of that big city getup you're wearing and put these...
The most unfortunate of circumstances can occur in a split second. Anything can happen at any time. It doesn't matter how generous you are, how you live your life...it all comes down to good old Social Darwinism. If you aren't fit to survive, you won't survive. That's all there is to it. It seems this way in the modern-day world sometimes. This is usually...
Warning this story was written in England using English vocabulary, spelling and grammatical conventions. Some readers can find these disturbing. * My palms moistened, my heart began to pound. My chiming mobile was telling me that Rita's friend was actually calling to speak with me! I stabbed the buttons, clumsily. "Ms Lewis?" "Yes?" My hand was none too...
Jill watched Kelly drive away and couldn't help but glow. She also wondered to herself how she was ever going to tell her husband, Steve about her feelings for Kelly. Even though they have a very open relationship, she had never felt this way about another woman before. Every other little slut they had brought home to share before had been strictly to use fo...
Author's Notes: This is a stroke story, so if that isn't your sort of thing, this is your warning. This is more or less a true story, although the build up to our broaching the subject was actually a dance of several days. I simply applied a little artistic license to the actual events in order to tighten up the retelling. Odds are, this will be part of a...
She looked down on my large semi flaccid cock and ball sack stuck to the inside top portion of my left thigh from the drying secretions of our earlier lust and I instructed her: "Put your knees on the padded rail and without using your hands take me in your mouth and suck it all the way down your throat until your tongue is able to lick the bottom of my sack...
I’m still awaiting the next instalment from Roberta which seems to be as eagerly awaited by many of you too. May I thank you all for your interest, and also for your votes. In the meantime I have decided to write, in her absence, what I think Roberta, Margaret and John did. Here is chapter 3A of the The Virgin Tranny and the Bride. Hope you like it. By...
She was all over the marketing. The guys in marketing over at CUMX are well aware that Dilly Pringles was the most photogenic host they had by a long shot. She was skinny, with a long swan-like neck and big brown eyes, but she had a big ass, too, and brown hair with a front fringe dyed turquoise, a dated style maybe but she pulled it off because she was so f...