It was a typical old Victorian neighborhood, about a two blocks from the downtown square. It would be easy to cut the grass since it didn’t get very thick under the shade of the old oak trees in the front yard, but it did sit rather imposingly on a rise and the very front of the yard fell away steeply toward the street. Nevertheless he was glad for the work....
Part One/It's Her Legs My wife and I spot her from down the street... and across the road. Actually, it's her legs: long, tanned, fit. They shine like a beacon and make it hard to see anything else. We're sold when we see her blonde ponytail bobbing about as she takes orders from customers. We've been looking for somewhere to have breakfast for about twe...
If I was a swearing person I would be forgiven for saying 'the bastard has betrayed me again!' but I don't swear, although under the circumstances I just might take it up. The reason for this came about after I'd put my reputation on the line to save my father, Pastor William Williams (name courtesy of his Welsh heritage) from the scandal involving his appe...
Weak 1 I had finished the first assignment the temp agency had given me; it was only one day a week, 8.00 'til 2.00, filling in while someone was on a course for a month, but I was going on to the next straight away. It was a start and I had been assured that if I did ok, was punctual and efficient there would be more jobs coming my way. I was standing at...
Author's Notes: Decades ago, I wrote this story under another nom de plume. Recently came across my original text with old photographs of my first love, and decided to refresh and update it for your reading pleasure. As always, all characters are eighteen or older. Please enjoy. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I recently attended my tenth-year high school reunion. It was good t...
[Setting the scene: the events of this chapter take place after the battle of Helm's Deep. Aragorn, the Rangers of the North, and remnants of the Fellowship have arrived at Dunharrow. Éowyn has openly declared her love for Aragorn and her desire to ride with him to the Paths of the Dead, and has been rejected on both counts. Onodrim is the Sindarin name for...
My name is Belle Crush and if you have not read my previous story then to catch you up real quick. I am a black woman who discovered her sexuality a bit late and fell in love with writing about my exploits. I actively pursue sexual scenarios and write about them for my email list of readers. This story I wrote a while back and was requested to this format by...
Mercy took the razor and removed the last bit of stubble the wax had missed. Her vulva was now smooth and soft. Kissable, according to La Femme magazine. Her sex had not been so visible since puberty. The lips were so naked, Mercy was embarrassed. She was the only one looking, but her face was red and she felt a strong urge to close her legs and shut her e...
Reprise: I'd been caught wearing my Sister-in-law's underwear and jerking off to shemale porn by wife (Ruth), Sister-in-law (Esther) and their mother (Donna). Ruth, as a part of my punishment, was setting me tasks until Esther (who'd taken my laptop and mobile phone) could verify I'd never visited such sites before. I'd been forced into a chastity cage and m...
Author's Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Thursday, January 22 I slammed my hand onto the alarm clock this morning to silence it and pulled the covers over my head. It wasn't simply the fact I needed more sleep, although God knows I could have used it....