This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events are fictional. All characters portrayed in this story are over eighteen years of age. This story portrays graphic sex and masturbation. If you are in an area where reading this is illegal or you are offended by any of this then please stop reading now. There seems to be a group of readers who...
I like gardening. I have a real green finger and an eye for what flowers and bushes will complement each other. In my not so humble opinion I had one of the best gardens on the street. Not only that, my front lawn was immaculate. Flat as a snooker table and just as green, with nary a weed to be seen. Our local council had this better gardens award and I had...
Lounging on the deck, sipping my Mike's lite, I lifted my body off the lounger and scooted my thong down over my ass, over my thighs, past my calves, and slipped it over my three-inched heeled sandals and let the tiny white fabric fall onto the wooden deck beside me. I was now naked, other than my sandals and the shell necklace hanging from my neck. Not real...
She kneels in front of me, her blouse open, waiting for me to cum on those beautiful, full breasts of hers. I hold my cock firmly in my hand and start to release as she throws her head back and moans... I wake up in a cold sweat. I am out of breath. My boxers are soaked with the remnants of my intense wet dream. Shit, not again... It has been three days si...
Chapter 3: Something For Her It had been a couple of weeks since my meeting with Trish and Sean. It had been a real eye opening experience. I'd not seen very much of them since. They weren't ignoring me but I hadn't many an effort to see them again. I'd been thinking up fantasies in my head ever since. Ever since I'd seen all my neighbors through different...
A notice in the newspaper caught the eye of genial Molly Reagan, a mother of two and wife of an overworked husband who'd insisted in moving out of her beloved apartment eighteen months ago to a house with a big garden. Well, Molly now lived with diminishing resentment in a lovely house which she cleans and keeps tidy but the garden is a mess. The advertisem...
I first saw her at the local Borders. She slipped a book out of the erotica section, hid it behind the magazine she was carrying, then took it back to the philosophy area and read it for some time, twitching a little in the armchair hidden between the stacks. I watched her furtively, first from fiction, then from travel. When she left, she slid the small vol...
It was the University Summer break and I was looking for any work I could get. I was picking up a bit of work here and the doing gardening for family friends. Mrs Parkinson, the mother of one of my friends, gave me a call asking for some help in her garden and so the next day I turned up. The Parkinson's lived in a palatial house with a big rambling garden....
'It's a lovely spring day isn't it.' 'Yes it is' I replied. Hi there my name is Derek, I am married with one child and 32 years of age. My life is how shall I put it mundane, I have a job as a landscape gardener, live in a terraced house in a small village miles away from the nearest major city. My marriage is okay we have sex occasionally about once eve...
As soon as she mentioned the name of the house, Thomas was transported back fifteen years to his school days, and he felt a shudder of fear run down his spine. As a schoolboy, Thomas and his friend, Dan, used to pass "Wood End House" on their way to and from school. It was a large, detached and quite sinister looking, red brick Victorian house set in its own...