Benjamin Coleman watched with unhidden glee as his father pulled out of their driveway, carefully manoeuvring the vehicle around the hedge that acted as their front fence. As the vehicle peeled out of sight, Ben pumped his fist and yelled in triumph, the house was his for the next three days and he could do what he wanted, when he wanted and how he wanted to...
I came home late and as I expected you were already asleep. I stopped at the door to our bedroom and watched you peacefully sleeping, your chest rising slowly. You looked so happy. It was a hot night, you had pushed the covers down to your waist, and your powerful manly chest was lit by the soft streetlight diffusing through the curtains. I slipped my cloth...
Brenda smoothed the hem of her skirt then picked up her steno pad from the corner of her desk. She turned the gold knob of the mahogany door and stepped into the office. As she slowly closed the door behind her, the man raised his head from the computer he was typing at and looked up. Brenda felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched his hazel eyes alm...
It was almost a year since I had been with a man. Nearly twelve months since I had felt lips on mine, a tongue in my mouth or hands on my breasts. It seemed an age since an erection had been pressed against me or I had held man's hardened penis. Nearly a year since a man's cock had slipped into me. It felt like an eternity since I had been fucked. And nearl...
"Get off, I was here first!" "So what? I'm his slave! His sexslave! That means I should be the one to pleasure him!" "It does not! It just means he tells you what to do. In fact, why don't you just go make breakfast or something? Be a good little housewife, while the young ones have some fun?" "Oh, you bitch! I bet you don't even know how to give a good b...
Jenny Cook had a good job as a feature writer for a leading UK Sunday paper at the more serious and worthy end of the market. It was heavy and thick, made up of ten different sections, as well as two magazines, and attempted to walk the line between left and right of the political spectrum. Twenty-eight years old, she could consider herself a success in her...
I love the bookstore. I love going there, and spending hours at a time. The bookstore that I normally frequent was put out of business when a corporate store moved in and swallowed them up. I grudgingly took my business to the new larger establishment, and eventually felt at home. There were a large number of chairs, couches, and a coffee bar to get a refres...
A Middle Aged Woman - Her Daughter Fixed Her Up It was a warm sunny morning and Anna was sipping coffee on the back patio. The automated pool cleaner was snuffling around nearby, trailing its hose. Made her think of energetic sperms and she laughed. She had been having a lot of erotic thoughts lately. Couldn't understand it really. Her husband, Arthur, was...
This is a "spicier" version of the original story I wrote entitled, "Appetite for More." This story contains small penis humiliation, and introduces themes of cuckolding. This story is in the fetish category for those reasons, if this does not interest you please move on to the next story. As always feedback is appreciated. ***** It wasn't like her at all...
"It's God Himself, I think. That's the true lost lover. At least, I think that's the place where Will gets sad." Bijou curled her legs under her and leaned forward to refill Sara's wineglass before she continued. "I don't know, it's merely a theory. But I think he's smart enough to be aware that faith is beautiful and necessary, that magic and the angelic...