"Why is there never a sale on beans?" Ms. Jones thought to herself as she inspected a can Hedge's Cooked Beans. Ms. Jones looked through her shopping cart's contents to assess what else she needed. "I guess the only thing left is the frozen foods." The rattling of her shopping cart and goods followed along with her as she headed to the other side of the s...
Hello readers! This is my first story. I know it is not perfect. Writing does not come easily for me. It takes me much longer than people who have natural or well developed writing skill. Feedback is welcome. I hope at least some of you enjoy it. *** The love of my life and I met a bit later in life. Better late than never! We have a fabulous all around r...
[MILF Date Night] Kenny waited on the couch. Just as he checked the time on his phone, the doorbell rang. Ms. Feng was standing on the front porch wearing just a tight fitting white t-shirt. "By the way, two cars saw me like this on the way over here," Ms. Feng said. "Didn't you used to be timid about being seen like this?" Kenny asked. "Only when it's p...
QUICK NOTE TO LOVERS OF CHAPTER ONE: This will NOT be a foot fetish/foot worship chapter, but these themes will return for the next chapter. Chapter four continues the focus on a medical kink. ***** "We'll require a semen sample now, George," said Miss Jones, leaning over me, as I inhaled her sweet perfume scent. "Yes, Miss," I said, breathless, looking u...
Terri lays flat on her front; hands stretched forward, stomach clear of the bed and bottom upthrust. Hips arched, supported solely by her knees, feet lifted, high heels vertically pointed. A hard position to keep, yet perfectly presented for punishment -- although the exact nature of her chastisement is as yet a mystery. This will be the final session, the...
"So, who's this guy coming over today?" Ms. Evans asked. "His name is Joel. He and my son used to go to school together. He's in need of some extra money, so I asked him to come by and help with your garden today," Ms. Jones asked. "That's not all, from what my son said, he's supposed to be a massive pervert who's never gotten laid." "I see now. So you wan...
Note from author- For the last two years I have exclusively written in the celebrity section which is my passion. But Mrs. 123z has expressed a desire to see other stories. Taking aboard some of her fantasies and ideas I have written this. There might be more to come depending on reader's interest. xxx Kent, England 1920. Lady Victoria Ponsonby Smythe w...
Mrs. Jones is a 42-year-old physiotherapist, married to a wealthy lawyer whom she had a son with. She named her son Jimmy and he is currently 19 years old. Despite giving birth at a young age and unlike most moms, Mrs. Jones had a great tendency to improve the look and feel of her body. Many years have gone by and not a single time where her husband, Jared w...
Lips set in a mutinous, angry line, Rebecca pressed the doorbell. Still dressed in the same clothes from that afternoon, the porch light of Mr. Jones house cast her face in shadows. "Rebecca." Mr. Jones said, surprised to see her. "It's late." "Yeah, I know." She muttered, nervously shifting the weight of her very full backpack to the other shoulder. "Can...
Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous stories in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. I like to think I've improved as the series has progressed. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. ***** We arrived after fo...