The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15j: Another June Wedding Part 10 Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * Spain 1937. Roland Wagstaffe. At the edge of the village we had the party cross some shrub land to the road leading up to the Villa. Miguel, Sister Hortencia and I crept towards the village centr...
The cold wind whistled through the snowy field; drifting and swirling, lifting and falling. It was Colette could do not to shiver. She was warm in her coach, a thick mink blanket drawn around her and door drawn tight. Were she more conscientious, she would have offered her blanket to the coachman sitting atop his perch in the cold, but she had entreated into...
SUNDAY, JUNE 3, 2007. Having been instructed by Joe not to return for Marie until evening I might as well use the time to bring my Journal up to date and include a few details about him, as I'm pretty sure now that a long-term association is on the cards. Joe is plainly very pleased with the situation, having fucked my wife very evening last week and kept h...
Ligaya [a Filipino name; happiness, joy, pleasure] [Inspired by P. - Thanks to A. for editing and suggestions.] Dear Kinkster Journal, For some time now my relationship with Ligaya - the "pet" name I gave her, not her birth name - has blossomed, ever since we met at the tutorial I headed for mature distance students. The small woman, with long black str...
It had been one of those days where you wish you had chosen flats and support tights. But no, that wouldn't have felt appropriate for the new head of human resources. Impressions are everything in this business. Back to back meetings from nine am to seven pm had taken its toll on my calves, my back and for that matter my mood. It was one of those days I get...
Tall, svelte rather than slender, great tits, a fantastic ass and long shapely legs made even better by the spike heels. Green eyes prone to twinkle, under a mass of close-cropped curly auburn hair. Okay, she was 40-ish, but the hair colour was natural. I could say this categorically because she was naked -- except for the heels that is -- and the shade of t...
It was Christmas Eve. My lovely wife, Jennifer, sat on the floor across from me. She was wrapping a gift for our 3-year-old son and I was assembling a doll house for our 5-year-old daughter. Both kids were upstairs, fast asleep. I was reading the doll-house instructions out loud to myself, and Jenny heard me say "Insert Tab A into Slot B, ..." Jenny quippe...
Slither Slather My god, she made me jump! I thought I was alone in the house! I don't know this young woman who's just come into my kitchen, but I don't think she's as surprised to see me. I'm just out of bed, waking up with a cup of tea. She's barefoot on the tiles, wearing an oversize tee shirt, which looks like one of Rowland's. He's my son, and for a fa...
The hot days of summer were upon the residents of the Royal Palace. Food was even more plentiful than normal. Fireworks were popular at night. The soldiers swam every day. Despite the heat, Princess Rellenora was still as cold as ever. Occasionally, she'd visit the Imperial Palace to see the Royal Piglet, but if the Emperor was with the little piggy, she'd...
Everyone in this story is over 18. ***** Walking up the path to the house, Tippi knew she looked good in her new riding boots. Would Papa understand? Would he respect her finally as a career woman? Tippi had her own staff and was quite the corporate maven in New York. However, Tippi's family had always ridiculed her, the quick temper and childish pompo...