It may not seem very important in the grand scheme of the universe, but I am proud of doing my part for a sustainable future through grow my own fruits and vegetables. I began this experiment three years ago, my first full summer in London. At first it was just a few tomato plants in buckets on our patio. I collected only a handful for all my time and invest...
Chapter 5 - Heather takes morning refreshment It was time to visit Mark's garden again and do the gardening jobs he had agreed to undertake. Gary was a little nervous. Heather unnerved him a little. What if Mark was there with Heather? Mark was out but Heather was in, once more in her white dress. Gary wondered if she had panties on this time. He was none...
Once again we return to hear about Gary Roldern, the retired, divorced and rather under endowed ex policeman who happens to like gardening. Indeed not only does he like to garden but has a garden and in that garden is a shed. A shed, as recounted in the eponymous 'The Garden Shed,' where he was wont to daydream about women and the naughty things one could,...
Chapter 12 - When Gary met Harry Another gloriously hot day. It was being an excellent summer. Gary Roldern sat back in his chair and admired his garden. Plentiful watering had certainly brought out the best in the flowers and the vegetables. All were looking fine and strong. He had been at work all morning and had just come back out after a quick shower an...
Today, Hailey was in her maid's costume again. This one was slightly different from the ones she had worn before. On the face of it, it was quite modest, with a high neck and lace collar, long sleeves with pretty lace edging and it fell below her knees. She wore black lace stockings with a garter belt, and four inch heels on her feet. But no restaurant would...
I love gardening. The sensual feel of soil crumbling through my fingers, the tang of the earth and the maternal feeling watching things grow. In my teenage years my gardening began to take on something resembling a sexual nuance for me. I suppose as I see the little shoots appear above the earth, and I know that I have contributed to their nativity, I have...
Blow Jobs & Gardening Gloves: The Story Of A Sex Starved Horticulturist As Alison finished up in the garden, she slowly removed her gardening gloves and reached back to let her hair down. Her long dark hair fell softly around her shoulders framing her face and her breasts in a manner few men could resist. She let her mind slip back to earlier that day. She...
Wilma stared is dismay at what her lawn had come too. Yellowish patches echoed the vileness of her gardening life. Dandelions scattered through her soul. And yet the 2-4-D rested unused in a cupboard in the garage. The lawn became a symbol of her insipid agricultural life, which seemed to wilt and die for lack of attention. Even the shortest of short shorts...
PART 2 (continuation of "college is a time to explore) Daniel awoke with the feeling of a lacy black thong riding up his ass. A raging hard on pulsed in rhythm to the sound of Text messages being received. It was the next day, and Daniel was due for a spanking by his next door neighbor "daddy" for getting some cum on the carpet. "Be here at noon, keep th...
Chapter 1 Theresa I'm tired. Yes tired. I know people say they're tired all the time. But this time I really mean it. I work hard and have never really had an hour of peace since they moved in. Who are they? They are the spawn of Satan himself. They masquerade as toddlers, but I know the truth. They are demons! Insidious, surreptitious and downright sneaky...