He was huge. I don't mean just his cock, which was also huge. The whole of him was huge. He was a literal giant, his kneecaps level with my face, and I was one of the tallest women in the village. Although, to be honest, it wasn't his kneecaps that fascinated me. He was quite naked as he strode into the village, the ground echoing his footsteps, and swingi...
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by the NBC network. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. ***** Clad...
If Wilhelm Braun was ever asked to define the word patriarch, he would have said Grossvater. His grandfather epitomized the word, he was the male head of the family all decisions were his and as his grandmother's frequent bruises confirmed obedience alone was not enough, speed was also of the essence. Otto Braun not only invented the word patriarch but to h...
I would rather have been somewhere else, anywhere else, but definitely not trudging along the side of this road in the pouring rain. I'd left Montreal an hour earlier and was now heading south on Highway 15, making for the US border at Blackpool, Quebec. If I was very, very lucky, I'd get a lift before I got to the border, which would make the crossing that...
Roger stirred, he risked opening his eyes, when he did he beheld the most wonderful sight. Georgina was looking at him with a smile on her face. "Did you enjoy your birthday?" He pulled her to him and moaned, he seemed to hurt all over. "You are so special, who would ever do that for their fiancee?" His eyes fully opened, "Fuck you even helped me get it...
The young man walked lazily along the country road, enjoying the summer heat. Sex was the last thing on his mind that day, as his old Volkswagen Beatle had run out of fuel a mile back. But he didn't mind. He was on a well-earned break in the South of England. The year was 1985 and for a randy young man, anything was possible. As the road took another tur...
Chapter 2 -- The Next Morning I woke slowly from my deep sleep. Claire continued sleeping beside me, her gentle breathing raising and lowering her breasts, covered by one of my oversize T-shirts. I watched for a short time. God she was lovely. My mind returned to the evening before. At last, after 20 years of marriage, my wife had been thoroughly shafted by...
Slap! The sound of the impact was like a gunshot. A strangely costumed figure sailed through the air and landed with a thump on the mat where an equally bizarrely attired assailant renewed the attack. The noise was incredible, announcers shouting, crowd baying, contestants' contorted faces screaming homicidal threats. Chris winced with evident distaste and l...
Note- BBC Corporation own the rights to Doctor Who, TARDIS and other assorted characters. This is just my homage to the iconic British show. There has been little feedback about Jodie as the Doctor and nobody is any wiser as to how things will pan out. But I'm certain it won't be like this. x "Darn, still don't have it." The Doctor looked at her reflecti...
This is a continuation of Take Courage, where James is deciding whether to tell his wife about his dalliance on the train with the delightful Leila. I try and write in a way that is as much about understanding the characters as it is about the exceptional sexual escapades they enjoy. Feedback welcomed, thanks for reading. RB ***** As I walked up the path t...