The characters in this story are all over eighteen and the age of consent, sex if it happens is consensual. UK English is the rule: if the spellings Mum, arse or colour annoy you, don't go any further, for the rest of you enjoy. ***** "I swear I didn't let it happen, why can't you believe me?" My sister looked at me with genuine tears in her eyes, I backe...
This story is the fifth of a series, which began with A Knee, A Rub, A Beer and A Babe and continued with similarly named stories. The first story introduced Jake to the gorgeous, red-haired Suz and described their kinky encounter at a slightly darkened bar. The second story found Jake and Suz about leave the bar, when Suz's incredible, dark-haired, and lon...
Thanks to all my fans, I know I've been really slow in getting this one written. I hope you enjoy it. I hope there aren't too many mistakes as I didn't want to wait for an editor. ********************** Yumi has a lot of trouble at the Airport Yumi awoke groggily a few hours later. She sat up in a drying puddle of her own and many other peoples' body flui...
It was Saturday night. I had been at this vacation house for 24 hours with my wife Amanda and her three closest friends. The purpose of the weekend was a 'trial' to decide if my wife's sister Nicole was 'guilty' of promoting my wife's lesbian infidelity with the other three girls, and deserved to be 'punished' as they had. The trial had come out in my favor...
This is a fictional account. Merry Christmas All! * Katie woke with a start and bolted up in bed. 'Where the hell am I?' she wondered in a bit of a panic. Bright sunshine streamed in the two windows made frosty looking from the snow and cold outside. It was warm and cozy inside and she was in a soft double bed with a nice thick comforter. She looked at her...
Ladies and Gentlemen: Ever wonder, what they do? Ever wonder, just what they actually do, those dark suited, black brolly wielding, black briefcase carrying, black Bowler Hat wearing, British Government Civil Servants? Yes? Well, I will tell you, then. The following account is an excerpt from my Diaries, in which I assiduously chronicle the daily events...
After our argument and session on Thursday night Donna went on a rampage of sorts. The kids were pawned off to their friends for a sleep over on Saturday night and Friday after work she ran around like a chicken with her head cut off. I was almost afraid at what Donna might be planning for Saturday. When she came back with four bottles of wine, Ready whip a...
'I think I've been assaulted,' was all she said. I glanced at Kate, my wife, who was frowning at our visitor, Sharon, from next door. 'Assaulted?' I queried, putting on my professional voice. 'Yes,' she glanced at the carpet, adding, 'sexually.' I looked away. The only way anyone was ever likely to assault the daughter of our next door neighbour, was sex...
Three days after the marriage of his frequent date Celeste Young to his best friend Mike Hastings, Logan Mayfair quit his job as civic affairs reporter for the Claytown Sentinel and took the 12:15 out of town. Logan had never liked trains and he liked this one even less; the so-called 12:15 departure had been 12.53 and he was in no mood to be kept waiting f...
Over the next couple of months Juice and I trained several times a week and became workout buddies. She still critiqued my form and pushed me past boundaries that I never thought possible. As a consequence of my massage sessions, Juice's stiff back began to loosen up and she was seriously training for first time in several months. As we moved from set to set...