“Hi Mr. Mills” “Hi Heather how are you today?” “Not very good... Both of my parents are out of town an the pump of our the swimming pool isn’t working.” “Would you like me to take a look at it Heather?” “Oh would you Mr.Mills?" “Heather, you can call me grandpa. After all that’s what I am and all the young people in the neighborhood call me grandpa too.” “Oh...
Maureen and her mother leaned against each other as they waved good bye to Cal. It had been a long day for both, but another event was still in store for the younger woman; an event she had no inclination of. Cal had asked Maureen to marry him the night before at the Olive Garden. Maureen had said yes but no too; she'd played a silly trick on him about bei...
You know when people die, they have an orgasm! These were the very first words in Rachel’s story for Professor Burr. She had written it late last night, “and the idea was a brilliant one”, she thought. The young, very sensual women lived the adage that one should write from their own experiences. And indeed, a dead person having an orgasm was one of her exp...
(Author's note: this story is partly about the "girl cooking" fetish which to me is both hilarious and sexy but if it turns you off, this is your warning to stop here. Otherwise, I hope you like it.) Two weeks after my 18th birthday Daddy ran off with his secretary and I moved in with his parents, my Grandpa Abner and Grandma Lucy. Mom came right after...
The next morning we had breakfast with Grandpa. Just as we were almost finished, I asked him, "So what are the plans for today? I was figuring on working on the two new wagons to get them ready to use for my next rounds of all the nearby towns. Staying in hotels and eating in restaurants is getting too expensive." Grandpa became grim as he spoke, "I thought...
*Whoever said 'it takes two' didn't run away fast enough* (Thanks from many plus Shawhollow for the edit) Lydia Davies was hanging out after work with several of her co-workers from her mother's boutique when she saw this cute guy that she'd helped with some lingerie shopping a few months back. He'd been awkward in a cute way, shy yet determined to find...
NOTE: this chapter does not contain incest, although it's mentioned in the beginning. ***** I've lived more than 18 years. During them, I've read my share of raunchy stories. I don't believe any of them, especially this one. I like the ones about submissive mothers and young sons who break out of their comfort zones and learn to take control. Nobody does...
I know that I announced a while ago that I probably would not be posting any more stories on this site, but a combination of factors has changed that decision. For the past couple of weeks, a story idea had been rattling around in my head that I couldn't get rid of. This, combined with weeks of cold, wet, and miserable weather, when I couldn't do any outside...
When I got up the next morning just as daylight was starting to lighten the eastern skyline, I was anxious to get started on the two gypsy caravans. However, my ladies quickly let me know that they had other plans for me. As I was about to sit down to breakfast, Running Deer said, "We will need meat for the coming winter. You need to hunt so we can stock u...
"Honey?" I implore. Pete is still sitting next to me at the dinner table. His hand is firmly grasping my left thigh, well past the knee, but not in the "danger zone" yet. My husband has retired to a lounge chair a few metres away, hands folded in a superior triangle as he and Pete natter on about the company operations. Pete's not oblivious to what he's do...