Darkness envelopes your safe haven, strong winds buffet the camper van, trees creak and moan in the distance, heavy rains lashing against thin metal. An inner excitement grips you, knowing natures forces are flinging themselves in a frenzy of swirling gusts and darkening deluge. You feel content, a confidence spreading through you, knowing you're secure,...
Muriel had to leave soon after her marriage's consummation, and she slept in her new bedroom. She woke up so early in the morning that she could barely see any sunlight. She washed herself with cool water. Then she used a metal comb dipped in just enough of a perfumed oil to give her hair a light sheen and a pleasant aroma. As her eyes lazily took in her ref...
Between the years 2006 and 2008 I traveled the U.S. and Canada as a consultant. I was in 48 cities in 24 months, and would probably still be doing so today if the 2008 economy had not failed. This story short is about an encounter with a Texacan lady one night in the Houston area. This story is true and only the names have been changed. At the time I was sti...
"You're a dead woman, filthy Mutant," Slater said, and the tall, silver-haired, pale-skinned man aimed his shotgun at me. At this distance, even an old codger like Slater couldn't miss. Genetic wonder though I might be, I was far from invincible and we both knew it. A bullet to the head does to a Mutant exactly the same thing it does to a normal human. I cou...
Laying on his desk, face up, legs parted, I panted heavily as he tugged my panties down and then fingered my very wet pussy lips. He moved my legs wider apart with his leg, moving in closer, looming over me, leaning in to kiss along my now naked body as he moved from teasing my lips to sliding a thick finger inside me. I squirmed on the desktop needfully in...
This weekend you have organised is perfect. The setting is idyllic - a beautifully luxurious seaside cottage, sat alone on the cliffs with a private path leading down to a secluded beach where I now sit trying to get my head around what this weekend represents. This is our one shot, our only time together. Desperate to make the most of it rather than worry a...
With Jane now in her late twenties, our adventurous lifestyle meant that we began to become rather more easily recognised – at least around our regular haunts - and my unusual preference of encouraging Jane to participate in casual sex with complete strangers, had led us - on occasions - to be recognised, and approached This was not what I wanted – I prefe...
"Ladies and other ladies, welcome to the tenth quadrennial Masculinity Olympiad," the loudspeaker boomed above the heads of thousands of screaming women. They were dressed in jerseys from all different countries around the world and chanted with their fellow countrywomen in support of their finalists. The stadium held sixty thousand and every seat was sold,...
It had now been six weeks since their first submission to Sir and they found themselves in the car, on their way to their next weekend of debauchery to please him. They were both wet. She had a patch developing in the soft silky, satin of her red panties, every rub of her stockinged legs turning her on more. He was hard and leaking, straining against the nyl...
"Oh, hell yeah!" Mac shouts as he dances through the door of his classroom, the final period of the school day. 8th period for a senior was like a paradise: No teacher harassing you for homework, no tests or even a curriculum. Just a space to kill time before the final bell rings. Mac, of course, is twice as happy for one reason: He has indeed conquered hi...