John blinked his eyes open, he felt his head resting on soft pillows, but for some reason his back wasn't on a mattress, he wasn't in bed, as his sight returned to him he saw the living room ceiling and as he rolled his eyes back he was looking up at the fireplace, the pillows were soft but he was sure they didn't feel like any he owned. As he rolled his ey...
Author's note: Thank you for your patience. Apologies this has taken so long. I have been beset with work commitments and other delays. It is the longest chapter by far. Erinaceous * 1 Physics lessons 2 Complications 3 More complications 4 Even more complications 5 Summer destinations * 1 Physics lessons There was a sombre mood in the Samothea Pro...
Author's notes: the setting should be familiar to anyone who shares my alma mater, and I've tried to be accurate. Dinner is one I had, but not at Downing; the flat exists, but Hazel never lived there; my old room is accurately depicted. Hazel herself exists. The events? I'll leave you to guess. -x- Most work trips away from home, I dislike. Unfamiliar be...
Bright neon lights reflected in small puddles at the side of grimy roads, the light vibrating in miniature waves before being broken by a car swerving too close to the curb. Chelsea and Hazel walked near the seemingly endless rows of shops, away from the road and passing traffic. The rain had stopped sometime earlier but the humidity seemed to pull the water...
Chapter 8: Dear readers: Thanks for sticking with me, this is another long one, it's quite big on the sex but there is a point to almost all of the sex in this chapter that makes it relevant to the future of the story. It should be noted that the chapter after this one will be the finishing of this particular storyline, BUT not the story, chapter 9 will wra...
After the last episode with Houseman and his henchman Barry, I decided it was time to get out, she might enjoy being used but I didn't. I gave Hazel an ultimatum, either we leave High Wycombe and get away from them or I would leave her. She tried the old come on, flashing her big brown come to bed eyes and stroking my dick, but this time I was adamant. Reluc...
Until the day I die, I will fight you bozos. Seriously. My name is Eric Wahid, and I'm a guy with problems. I was born in the City of Nabatieh, Republic of Lebanon, in early February 1987. My father Joseph Wahid is Ethiopian and my mother Catherine Al-Mansur is Lebanese, of Maronite Christian extraction. I lived an ordinary life in the City of Beirut with my...
This story follows on from an encounter between Jay, a young English naval officer home from service off of the Iraq coast, and Mrs Hazel Kellerman, a neighbour of his aunt, who is in her early fifties. I’ve written it as a split narrative; relating the tale first from Jay’s then from Mrs K’s perspective. This story is dedicated to ‘B,’ who is always a true...
Carl and Hazel are two very lovely people and dear friends of my husband Danny and me. My name is Karen and I have been in this second marriage now for three years. This is Danny's second as well. So we both have been around the bend and did not come blindly into this union as new born babies. That is what I was thinking as I sat naked on the sofa next to...
My story goes back 20 years to when I meet my first wife. We were both in our early twenties and for me anyway it was lust at first site. Hazel was a voluptuous big titted blond with long legs and brown come to bed eyes. She really was sex on legs. I've always been a tit man and her 38" DD's were out of this world. Not only were they big, but, in those days...