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...
Kent, England 1921 xxx "Jones! You rotten bastard! You have betrayed me! I strictly forbade you to have intimate relations with my niece!" Cynthia Trescott was on her back and the stable hand was between her open legs and fucking the shit out of the nineteen year old virgin. His butt rose up and down on as his cock drove balls deep in the moaning strawbe...
Elaine had a few tasks to complete at the golf club; not least, being noticed by some of the board members as she placed a large advertisement for the Equestrian Centre on the notice boards about the club; not only was this fuelled by her love of the sport, she also knew the promise of prim women with jodhpurs and riding crops, and the whiff of leather was v...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Eight. 1992. (May.) Gerry, fifty-seven. While having a sandwich in the park before setting out on my journey home, I became aware of an oldish guy eyeing me up from the opposite bench. He pretended to be reading a newspaper but spent more time ogling my legs! He hadn't made a...
Getting in deep with Olga. Tom did exactly as demanded, he parted Olga's dangling moist engorged lower lips with his cock head, marvelling at the size of them on such a svelte body, but not for long as his primal instinct took over. Gripping her hips tightly as Olga lowered her upper body to the bed, he sunk his eight inches of hard cock into her snug fitti...
I turned the corner at the end of the bread aisle and there she was, the woman of my dreams. I’d seen her several times before and the possibility of seeing her made trips to the market a seething pot of anticipation for me. Today, her cart loaded with assorted food and paper products, so I knew she had completed her shopping and was headed to the checkout s...
SAM It was a cold wet day at the plant fair. We were indoors though, so business was still good and we were doing a brisk trade. In fact we were doing so well that I was wondering if I should ask Jill to bring in the last stock left in the van. I was running over the time we had left against the time to bring in the stock from two streets away and the likel...
(But first – a health warning! If you're one of the appreciative, but limited number of, readers who have been following my 'Ambridge' series in the 'Celebrities' section – read no further. You'll find the plot somewhat familiar. I just thought, with the amount of effort that goes into these stories, I'd try for a wider audience ……) * * * * * "Damn!" Carol...
The men were taken back to Cherie's in two taxis; Eric sat obediently by Victoria , still in a sense of shock and with no recollection of actually leaving Club Zero; the natural feminine control was beginning to mesmerise him. Victoria could not quite believe what was happening either, but her sense of superiority ensured that she did not show her 'capture'...
A few days after she'd escaped from the clutches of the pygmies, Lady Lara Croft, the aristocratic treasure hunter who had once had an audience with her majesty the Queen bent over at the slowly trickling spring and drank the cool refreshing water, her naked reflection in the placid pool looking back at her. From behind, Tombu the tracker took the opportuni...