AN EROTIC PICARESQUE A couple of days later I was with Mum and we were getting down to it and her delicious dirty mouth was getting to work on my cock, when she suddenly stopped gobbling me off and got hold of my balls and pulled them and dug her nails in. Yeeouch...she was not just playing around...it fucking hurt! 'What are you doing that for?' I screame...
Sadie Johnstone refers to herself as a rich old spinster. At fifty-nine, some people probably do consider her old, but she is a lovely woman. She never regrets not marrying. She loves the freedom it has given her to have a lover when she wants one and to do what she pleases at other times. She strolls across the large expanse of her estate. The sun shines b...
This story is set in the future of the rest of the Montauk stories and is pretty much complete unto itself. You may find some context if you read "An Unseelie Court" first. It will lend an understanding to a crucial scene towards the end of the story. A quick recap of "An Unseelie Court": Mab, the Mistress of Dreams from myth was abducting children to ser...
If I could blame anyone for this nightmare of a holiday, it would be Jennifer Hale and my grandma. Now, you may wonder why an acclaimed voice actress would take time out of her Christmas schedule to ensure that my holiday was spent getting thoroughly fucked. Well, that's just the thing. She didn't. For those of you who have never played the seminal classic...
Note: I've never liked the subtext of the Red Riding Hood story. Here's a rewrite with a better message. * In the middle of the dark wood there goes a girl in a red cape, not lost but tasting of her first disobedience, and the fruit - a peach she's taken from the basket at her side - will never now see Grandma's, though its juice goes the happier path down...
Today I found a grey eye lash. No crisis, no world changing event, just a single, tiny lash devoid of colour. I guess that means I'm getting old. Not that getting old ever held any fear for me. Somehow, I always imagined that I would one day wake up and feel old *and* grown up. Almost like a magical graduation ceremony had taken place during the night and...
I'd like to thank anyone who's read my 'series'... this last three non-erotic pieces are the baring of my soul. When this particular one was originally posted, it got a few negative comments about the way it was written. I tried to do it a different way, but this is how it wanted to come out. I appreciate the time you've taken to read these submissions....
Chapter 9. Sitting across from Violet and taking the first bite of some apple pie, Tom looked at his grandma, who sat at the head of their round 4 person table and to Tom's left, and asked, "Where is Grandpa today, I haven't seen him, but then again, I was gone kind of suddenly this morning, but even then I didn't see his truck. "He had to work today, but...
Doug had a photograph of Grandma and Aunt Doro on the beach, which he had kept on his desk throughout his four years at Columbia. Snapshots of various buddies and girlfriends had come and gone, and for appearance's sake he had occasionally also displayed a picture of his mother when he could stand to; but Grandma and Aunt Doro were there with him throughout...
I never really understood the allure of Las Vegas until my first visit to Sin City. Actually, my first visit I moved there after being transferred by my company. Ever since I've been amazed by the power the city has over me. Like a siren luring sailors to rocky shores, Vegas has influenced some of the best and worst decisions of my life. Having just graduat...