Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * If a young man had done exactly the same thing as Melissa did in her younger days, he had been envied, admired and regarded as a popular jolly good fellow among his many friends. Everybody had regarded him as doing exactly the right thing when he collected his large number of experiences before he met "Miss...
For those who do not know a zimmer is a walking frame to aid the lame. For a while after Molly, I borrowed a brigade of Beefeaters off the Queen to stand guard over my bones and to tell me when Molly's car came through the gate. So, successfully I was able to take on the mantle of the Artful Dodger. On my almost daily sojourns to Alice, I gave her three be...
Beyran walked through the jungle of Stranglethorn cursing his luck. He'd been walking two days to find an outpost or even a damn camp where he could sit down, and tend to a wound he sustained from a hungry jungle panther. The young Blood Elf's head was drenched with sweat, and his shield arm loosely swung to his side as he continued his wandering. He quick...
Beau, Mary and I stared back at our aggressors as they moved closer. The goth had clearly chosen me as her first victim, perhaps because of my offensive smell. "Did you say it plans to think ahead, Beau?" I asked as his hands waved in the air before him. "What a fine Unholy Trinity we make! A whore, a gorilla and Captain Jack Fucking Sparrow!" "Shh!" he d...
"Alas! That all we loved in him should be, /But for our grief, as if it had not been, /And grief itself be mortal." (Percy Bysshe Shelley) To the people of Rosella Grove Mrs. Grace was something of an enigma. She lived alone yet she wore wedding and engagement rings and used the title "Misses." The window peepers of the Grove kept her under surveillance i...
I was walking along the path that circled the lake behind my house. It was a quiet October evening just before sunset, the sky was a really beautiful painting-like color. The temperature was cooling off to around the fifty-degree mark, no mistake that fall was in the air. As I walked, I took in the sweet sound of leaves rustling around and under my feet,...
The Club - Second Week "Mistress? If I may have a word?" Emile was doing his Jeeves thing, again. Respectful, but like he knew I put my pants on one leg at a time. Or would do, if I still had clothes, which luckily I didn't, because right that moment they would have gotten in the way of Clyde's cock. It was Sunday morning, and she was languidly serving i...
Nothing compares to the paradise of smooth skin touching smooth skin, especially when the skin is sloshy wet with arousal, sweat, cum, g-spot ejaculate, spit, piss, lube or what have you. That hot, warm, slippery, sliding, dissolves boundaries and makes you both feel like you are fucking with your whole body, and you are. So, to shave or not to shave? One st...
"Kelly, I think we have a problem," Angela announced. "Really?" asked Kelly. "Do you mean apart from being stuck in this lousy little cabin until the snow melts enough to let us drive out or the local authorities get off their collective blots and plough the roads clear?" "Um, Yes." "Oh," continued Kelly. "Do you mean apart from being in a dead area so we...
"I sure hope that poor black cat over on the fence doesn't get tortured tonight." "Why tonight?" I replied. Never having really liked trick or treating or dressing up, I liked to ignore the occasion. This was made possible by our rural location – no kids around for miles to come knocking begging for candy. Of course, not even I could miss the mass media bli...