You're sitting on a park bench in London, getting head from some ginger slut while you people watch. You still get so turned on from modern women's fashion, designed with frequent public sex in mind. So many mature women in 'virgin killer' sweaters and their daughters in breastless leotards. Some were in what you like to call 'cloth belts' because that's all...
You are a young boy, approaching the awkward age of puberty, but not quite there yet. You live in a small village in the mountains, and your father is a goat herder. You are likely to inherit his profession, as there is not much else you could do in this place. You spend your days playing with the other children of the village and chasing unruly goats around...
As always, I appreciate any and all constructive feed back. Let me know what you liked and what didn't work. My goal is to get better at writing these things (though I'd also appreciate any votes you want to give as I've entered this in the 2016 Halloween story contest) * Tara was sure this was going to be the year she won. Mind you she had thought that...
These characters and this setting have been in my mind for a while, just begging to come out. It may be a series, or maybe just a hot one-time thing. We'll see. Also, please look for the attached picture/drawing I made for it. If it's not in the story text, it's in with my submitted pictures. Hope you like it as well. Enjoy. -------------------------------...
[This story is a stand alone read, but it is part three of a trilogy. This story is also an unadulterated attempt to tickle male fantasies, and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. All locations, events, and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is pure...
Bill got out of the shower and dried himself off. He looked into the mirror at his fit trim body before walking into the next room. There sat his stunning wife Lexi in front of her make-up mirror. She brushing her luxurious blond tresses. She wore her usual terrycloth robe loosely tied and open enough to show off her magnificent cleavage. They both looked...
All individuals in this story are above the age of 21. ***** Another sultry night in Charleston, after spending all day at the beach you skin feels hot and your pussy is wet. Eating seafood on the rooftop with a nice breeze relaxes you for the excitement that is sure to come tonight. To my surprise and delight you have been flirting with our waitress all...
It's a long way down my throat. Past my lips, across my tongue, past my palate, and then down, into my throat. I have a lot of protective reflexes to help me keep things from getting down there without my swallowing them. I have learned to control these reflexes and let at least one thing find its way down my throat any time I want, which is often. Your coc...
Remember Rear Window, the old Alfred Hitchcock movie? Jimmy Stewart was stuck in his Manhattan apartment with a broken leg, and observed love, angst, creativity, and even murder through his, yes, rear window. I mostly saw sex through mine. I was still a bit new in NYC in the early '80s. Had a 5th floor walk-up in a slummy building. It was a classic illega...
She awoke on the living room floor in front of the fire, it was noon, thank heaven for small favors. She could hear Pete in the kitchen, probably clean up from last night. "OH God, last night, please make it a dream, I really did not do ALL of that did I?" she said to herself. Pete, hearing her movements in the living room, knowing she will have pangs of...