Hermione Dowager Lady Ashfordly surveyed her domain, life was changed indeed from when she was mistress at Ashfordly House yet not without its compensations, her step daughter Katherine had been promised to fine upstanding Col Hogarth, her other step daughter Rebekah remained with her in Catesby together with the half sister Hope the Late Lord Ashfordleys ba...
Theresa stood in the doorway of his office cube, running her fingers through her hair and tilting her head sideways as she spoke. Dale only half listened to her conversation as his eyes drifted from her face to her bust. They lingered there before returning his gaze back to her face. She responded by thrusting her chest out further. He wasn't ashamed to show...
Readers, this is part seven of the saga in which David and Abbie live. I ask your input for ideas to keep the story alive, fresh, and relevant to you. Any ideas submitted are greatly appreciated and any contributions used will be acknowledged. Thank you for your continued readership. ~Fadedgiant ***** Sunday morning broke with Abbie and David still l...
Living next door to us was a single parent family consisting of a young mother in her late twenties with two young daughters maybe five and seven years old. Also, the mother's younger sister lived there. The sister was about twenty. All four of them seemed to be clones of each other with light, natural blonde hair and identical facial features. We had litt...
"How'd you like Connie's party last night, Wayne?" his wife Lana asked. "It was funky, dear. Rachel Goodman likes to play games. She flaunts her big boobs and then in the bedroom, Rachel says she's not in the mood. Last night, she wanted to do it doggie then she said that wasn't right and she wanted to be on top. Rachel didn't like that either and said she...
Lee Parker rested the Harley Panhead chop on its jiffy stand, stood up and swung his leg off the bike. It had been a long afternoon in the saddle and although Lee was only in his early thirties his back still ached from the miles he'd put in that day. His bike looked fantastic but the lack of rear suspension made the ride unforgiving. The motel he'd stoppe...
I woke to the sound of Clara moaning, in obvious and sublime sexual pleasure. Opening my eyes, I was quickly reminded that I was once more a beautiful woman, seeing my prominent tits thrust towards the ceiling. Second, I saw what was causing the moans: Clara had her entire right hand inside of her pussy, and was moving it in and out! She saw me watching and...
While goose is one of those conventional holiday staples, I don't expect traditionalists would approve of the goosing I received last Yuletide. Then again, I don't approve of traditionalists, so I guess that's fair. The Carrs' Christmas dinner started, for me at least, as a melancholy affair. Not that the holidays ever raised my spirits much, but this one w...
Short and to the point: This is a Breast Expansion Fetish story. If B.E.'s not up your alley, then you probably shouldn't bother with this tale. Thank you. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Siren Song: The Final Chord by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~~~~~~~~~~~ First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2014-06-01 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot fo...
For those new to this saga, I hope that each entry can be enjoyed separately, but if you enjoy this perhaps you will consider investigating the earlier stories as well as catching the others as they come. Mary's Evolution continues... **** Chapter One: Hair today, gone tomorrow. Colin Heath sunk lower into the plush couch as the television flickered to...