Christy is a bitch. A gold plated, diamond studded, publicly certified bitch. She's also my wife. At the time this incident started, I was doing some gardening, just trimming a few hedges. Christy, of course, was doing nothing, lying next to the pool in a micro bikini and enjoying the sun. Also making sure I was seeing what a fine figure she had. I like se...
*~* Author's Note *~* Here's Chapter 3 Part 1! This one started out as another shorter encounter and spiraled into something longer. Part one is as about the same length as Chapter one. It includes mycophilia, which means having a sexual attraction to mushroom or other fungi, in my use it'd be sex mushrooms. *~*~*~* Valerie woke up the next morning refre...
It was a hot, humid day in Cape Cod. Tom Moore was riding his motorcycle to the Fullmer's house to do some landscaping and gardening. He arrived, and scoped out the scene. It had been awhile since he had worked on their lawn, and he would be there for some time. He started to work, first mowing the lawn, and then tugging at tight weeds and pushing a spade ro...
Sheila adjusted the knot in her red halter top, smoothing the cotton fabric across her melon-sized breasts. She could see the neighbor mowing the lawn out the window. Now was an excellent time to catch up on that bit of gardening she had been putting off...and, maybe, meet the new man on the block. She gathered her gardening tools, tiny spade, gloves, the l...
There once was a girl named Jessica. She walked the same path down the same charming Australian streets each day on her way to high school. She wore basically the same outfit (or at least similar variations); as weather called for, a girlish skirt and a t-shirt. She'd stop in the same corner store, pick up the same muffin for breakfast and arrive to school a...
Introduction. The story deals with a future world where things are very different and it involves harsh language, harsh realities and unexpected civil and sexual behaviours. In this not too distant future, in a new type of society, there are citizens and then there are servants, maids, registered slaves and wild beings. This is their story. There is use of...
Jack had just started his Summer holidays from University, in September he would start his final year. He would have to study during his holidays, but he would also help mum around the house. He had the grass to cut and keep the garden tidy. Jack lived with his widowed mum; his dad had died three years ago, mum was an Accountant, she worked in a bank, she wa...
Warm summer afternoon and I take a break from gardening - at 61 I find it better to pace myself and only do a couple of hours at a time. I drink a glass of water then pour a glass of crisp white wine, sit on the cane chair on the veranda, sink a little into the cushions. It is a cool secluded spot and I unbutton the top of my shorts to be more comfortable, u...
I went into the gardening shop to get packets of kale, tomato and egg plant seeds. I stood at the counter waiting for one of the salesgirls to attend. Two young women became available at the same time and headed towards me, a fat light skinned Indian and a slim black girl. The black one reached me first. The fat Indian girl was obviously disappointed but shr...
My husband and I lived in a quiet village with only one neighbor, an elderly couple. Our children had grown up and were attending university and I worked part-time in my husband's firm. David, my husband, worked away from home, leaving me alone to run the small office and our home for what seemed to be weeks on end. Love-making was passionate between us but...