Author's note: This is a story of consensual sex between a woman of 68 and man of 22. It centers around her sexy legs, particularly her calves, a fetish of mine and pervasive theme in my stories. There's a slight domination edge to this tale, which I trust will appeal to the likeminded. Thank you. ***** Maureen O'Ryan smiled at the nervous 22-year-old driv...
Bex Thresh, of the Singularity Principalities, knelt low and touched his snout to the obsidian floor of the Pulsar Castle of House Xosh's freehold. His palms spread and despite hardening his scales for the kick, the impact of the Bryaugh bruiser that stood to the left of him still felt like being hammered by a gravity-drill. Bex rolled and tumbled, then came...
I was in a crap mood when I dropped onto the busted up bench at the bus stop. I was going to be without a car for about a week and had no other alternative than taking the city bus to and from work. Night shift security was what I was doing at the time and I was heading home while everybody else on the bus was starting their day. My polyester uniform was stu...
It had been a long time. Too long for Jason. Too long for Maureen O'Ryan. Theirs was a brief, fleeting encounter, affair more realistically. Jason, a handsome 22 year old man, was smitten with the sexy legs of Mrs. O'Ryan, a spry and sexy 68-year-old widow friend of his grandmother's. Since he was 18, Jason was taken by the sexy older woman's incredible le...
Robert and Thomas followed their cousin and the three sisters through the streets of Windfarn. Now that they had been introduced to the girls' parents, Ginny insisted they should meet Ol' Granny as well. "We could take the shortcut through the forest," she suggested, "and I'll show you where Ethan and I first met." "It's really nothing special though," sai...
Dear Readers, Thank you for your feedback as you are reading the story. Your comments keep me going. I appreciate the patience of each and every one of you who is sticking by this story and enjoys reading about the sexuality and emotional growth and development of these two characters. I'm writing the story for each and every one of you....
Based on a true event. Mississippi, 1911 Ora Bradey wasn't sure what woke her; the unborn child kicking her belly, the gray light of pre-dawn at the window or Jim's heavy work shoes on the wooden floor. His left hand on her shoulder roused her and she rolled backwards toward him as best she could with her belly holding her down. Jim was already dressed a...
Author's Note: This story is not intended to be pornographic. If you are looking for something that will titillate you sexually, you should just move on. The story is meant to be romantic in nature and I hope it will appeal to older people who may wonder if love and romance are lost to them. I firmly believe that love endures when all else fails, and this s...
Gents, ladies, we've got a lot to cover, so let's get to it. Enjoy! 6 Days Earlier They all stood dumbfounded for a few moments, staring at Granny and her wad of cash. Jason broke the silence. "Granny," he said, "where did you get all that money?" "I surmised that it would be useful to our situation," Granny said, "and so I procured it. But I can return...
Jace Goodwin was on his knees at the side of the bed praying to God. Praying that God would forgive him for the mortal sin that he was soon to commit. One that would more than likely earn him a place in Hell. Jace was a man who had reached the end of his rope. His life was in the shitter. No job, not even a prospect, no money and worst of all a life without...