"Well, that ended badly." Peter mumbled to himself. He tried to get to his feet. He was sitting on the floor of his living room trying to sort out just what had happened. But his alcohol clouded mind and his stinging cheek made coherent thought a little difficult. He had acted like a prick and he knew it. He made another attempt at standing up but his pant-l...
I'd not long returned from my morning 8k run and still had an adrenaline buzz so, after checking my e-mails I decided to have a scroll through a couple of my favourite porn sites and have a nice leisurely wank, when there was a knock on my flat door. As I approached the door I rearranged my stiff cock to avoid any embarrassment. When I opened the door ha...
That night I drove home and was fully hard pretty much all of the way thinking about what had happened that day. Every chance I got I slipped my fingers into my pocket and felt those sexy lacy panties that had so recently been on my Goddess, I couldn't wait to get home and bring them to my face to devour her amazing scent while I pleasured myself. My phone...
Dinner was nice. The three of us helped prepare dinner. Wendy organised the pot we needed for cooking then set the table whilst I peeled and chopped spuds and Bert opened a bottle he selected from the wine collection and sliced up a loaf of bread. Once the spuds were cooking and the table set, we sat down with a glass of wine. "Here's to lots of fun, the st...
INTRODUCTION FROM CH 01 By that time, I'd gathered enough of my wits to realise what was happening; to jerk my face away from Calvin's whisky-laden breath and begin trying to struggle free.... "C'mon, Patsy!" he whispered, "I know you like it. Geoffrey's told us what you're like in bed... and I've got far more to offer than he has." .... he stopped in mi...
This story originally appeared in a slightly different variation, and I owe much thanks to the following authors who offered support and encouragement; Carnage Jackson, TRL, Tim Bisley, VoodooJoe, KMB and Victor Field - a guy couldn’t wish to ride with a finer posse of ruffians. 22nd May, 2002 I stood in the ever expanding line that snaked away from custo...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In the second installment of this story series Breanna, a bitchy, bisexual, trashy, rude, kleptomaniac nymphomaniac has been sent to live with her aunt, uncle and cousins on the other side of town. You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but not the trailer park out of the girl proves correct in this sexual comedy, set in...
Authors Note: This story is for the Valentine's day contest. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to MrsWolf for coming on board as a beta/proof reader for me. ~ellie * Kristy groaned, true to what the weatherman had predicted the last week of January had been hot enough to melt a person caught in the sun leaving them in a puddle on the sidewalk. She struggled to c...
It was a balmy summer's evening. The drink was flowing. The music was thumping. A hum of conversation flew around the room. Jay's house parties were to become an annual staple amongst my group of friends from that evening onward. It was the first party I had attended at Jay and Kathy's since I had my foot cuckold experience with them only a few months before...
Yes, the weather was seriously messed up. Tony concluded. After a summer which yet again broke all previous records with hundreds dying from heat related problems now the village of Little Guarding in the Fens was completely cut off. Not that it being cut off greatly reduced the number of visitors. Few people living more than ten miles away would have ever h...