Sorry if this is extremely inaccurate. I've never been to a gynaecologist before so I am just going from research. I tried to keep it as realistic as possible except for the expected small amount of added stimulation. ************************* I'm not scared of doctors. I don't fear the pain of needles or routine examinations, but doctors' appointments alw...
I met a Korean exchange student. She is studying English literature: I saw her notice on the university noticeboard and called the mobile number. I will call her Y. I am sure if she reads this she will know who I am and be offended. When I telephoned my voice was deeper than usual, very slow, drawling, almost, because of the rivers of snot in the back of my...
"For heavens' sake Mexi," sighed Martin Williams, now exasperated. "All you do is take his hand, walk forward and do an outside turn before moving into him and going into the basic side-mambo. That is ALL YOU HAVE TO DO." He was the choreographer for a group of salseros, or salsa dancers. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with some of them, and right no...
"Dare ya, Kelly! Double dog dare ya!" Kelly sighed. Not only was her friend Mika a bit of a brat, she also picked up the oddest phrases. Who the heck even says "Double dog dare" anymore? But still, she looked back at Mika, and then at the house. Then back at Mika, one eyebrow quirked well above her rounded spectacles. "Lemme get this straight. You're darin...
It was the last Saturday night of the month and the neighbours were getting together for their regular monthly party. They all lived on a short, cul-de-sac street in an upmarket community in the Florida Keys. There were four houses on each side of the street and two at the end. Each was home to a couple and their two children. All were beneficiaries of the d...
A volcanic outpouring of CFNM material in this story, my friends, more than you would find in any other work of fiction. I suggest, therefore, that you read it in bite-size chunks, a bit at a time. I can testify to its truthfulness, if not its truth: there was a lot going on in colonial India during World War One, most of the white male folk away in the Euro...
This is an original work of fiction, written by the Wanderer. It is posted on this site with his permission. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, they tell me off sometimes - well quite often really. Anyway I take full resp...
Looking out of the window of her classroom, Victoria Redcliffe daydreamed before settling down to the large pile of marking she had to do for the end of year assessment. She loved being a teacher, but did hate marking papers and completing report cards. Being her first year out of Uni, she felt she had something to prove and worked hard for her students to m...
This is a true story about me witnessing my mum in a catfight, although, to call it a catfight is not entirely true; more like a slaughter! It happened two years ago when I first enrolled at a college in Liverpool, England to study Art and Design. I was 18 at the time. Because I have High-Functioning Autism I have always been quite introverted, quiet and no...
The train moved slowly out of Haslemere station gaining momentum as we headed towards Portsmouth. I had been joined by India and China, the daughters of my good friends. They attended school in the Haslemere area and this was them returning for the weekend. They’d bounded towards me, both still in uniform and hugged me with girlish enthusiasm. I hadn’t seen...