Blythe needed a cheap room to rent when she came to town to attend Buttermilk State University. There were three boys living there, all college students, and though they looked like hard customers, they seemed to do excessive chores around the house. One boy, J-Dog, told her, "I moved out of the dorm and I'll never go back. Blythe, I been here a year and...
My chastity tube hangs heavily between my legs. It resembles a water faucet, and looks a little odd. Gretchen used to have me in a plastic thing, but she felt that I was too disrespectful in having big erections... And the tube makes it quite cramped! Really, it is. When I get a hard on, it's quickly contained. Then I feel this unpleasant squeezing fro...
A summer fling leads to love. It is lost & then regained ^^^ "Summer Wind" is a great song. I thought it's theme of a summer romance would provide a good basis for a Summer Lov'n story. My tale includes exhibitionism, oral, loving regular sex, and anal sex. All characters having sex are over thirty-five. A good primer for this story are the lyrics to the...
So, the Bull Dogs got selected for a Bowl Game after all. Football practice is a big part of everyday again. "Shit!" We are heading toward finals, end of Semester and Christmas vacation. Alexis and I have had a couple trysts with Rachel, our fiftyish landlady and Alexis has had one with Mitch, Rachel's twenty-six year old daughter. Now Rachel and Mitch appea...
After class I scrubbed my shamefully wet and gamey pussy in the showers. I was mortified at the way I had displayed myself and repeatedly orgasmed in front of my former students but there was no denying how exciting it was for me. I desperately needed some time alone to think but surrounded by dozens of other naked slave girls it was not to be. "Did you enj...
---Set in New Zealand--- INTRODUCTION The gnarled-faced woman, hair white and thinning without a hint of waves to give relief to her aged appearance, sat at ease, her pale violet eyes looked permanently saddened as if life had treated her cruely. The widow resident of the retirement home bearing her name, pulled out a cheque from her dressing gown pocket....
Ps, I would like to thank DRGriffin for all his help in editing. A note to all my readers; someone commented that my stories were all the same. Without getting into a lot of detail, I watched an episode of the "Walton's" on TV. An experienced writer told Johnboy, "Don't write about Chicago or New York. Write what you know about." I took that to heart, using...
I'd rented the hotel suite for the weekend and was busy setting up the lighting in the bedroom and around the living room couch. It was on the 22nd floor, up high enough to allow in plenty of sunlight. That's the way I like it for these shoots, very naturalistic. The better to get the flesh tones right. My pet single malt was resting in a short glass on th...
Before starting part 2 I reproduce here are the last few lines of part 1 to refresh your memory: Sarit was still lost in her thoughts and quite oblivious to all that transpired. 'Sarit,' I said. No response. 'SARIT!' I said loudly. 'Eh! What did you say?' Sarit replied pulling her mind back to reality, 'sorry I was lost in my thoughts'. 'So it see...
It all started a few weeks ago. OK, I'm going to make no excuses here. I was young and male and single. I was going through a dark and depressing part of my life, where I was having to face up to some harsh realities about someone I had regarded as one of my closest friends and a potential lover. Bluntly, I was waking up to the fact that several promises th...