Please read part one, it'll all make more sense. Story contains homoerotic behaviour and body odours. ***** The discovery of the view from my room in our university student house, where I could privately watch Joanne whenever she neglected to close her curtains, was an exciting addition to my masturbation routine. It didn't happen often, and there hadn't...
Chapter 2: The Past Returns Sierra drove toward the bridge, entering Mercy Point. They approached the statue of Lady Mercy, Sierra stopped her SUV, 10 feet from the statue, turned to her sister and motioned for her sister to get out. "You need to let Mercy know you are here." Sierra said in a comforting voice. Kennedy took a deep breath, and expelled it....
Jim looked into the kitchen and smiled as he shook his head. Standing over the sink was his wife, Enid, washing some lettuce leaves. Nothing strange in that you might think, but it was what she was wearing that was strange. Well, not actually strange, but quite exciting, for Enid was almost naked. The only thing she was wearing was a flowered apron. He coul...
It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon. Well, it was in the middle of the recession. The phone rang. 'Hi, is that Tom Jones?' followed by a little laugh. Don't go there. My mother was a fan. 'Yes it is. I hope you are not too disappointed?' My standard line when an attractive sounding voice was the other end of the phone. I could hear her smiling. 'I am su...
( and more in the Acacia series, see chapters 1, 2, and 3 for the route to this point, but not essential) Thanks to readers for the useful comments and voting your scores, I see there are others with these interests out there. 9. Saturday morning, he woke with the light filtering into the bedroom, to see the two women still asleep under a down comforter. H...
It's the mornings after we've fucked all night that I relish most. But, why? Do these diurnal moments compare to our tangled, sweaty couplings of the evening prior? Can they be measured against the number of times I screamed your name with abandon, chanted it over and over like a prayer, moaned it like an expletive? In the bright and pure light of this lat...
Doing chores in your frilly pink panties and pink chastity cage and the door bell chimes. "Cunt, answer the door." You open the door, averting your eyes to the floor as my girlfriend steps inside. She sees you and laughs, "that's a good look for you Mike." I come in from the other room and cup your chin and in a snide, mocking tone say, "this is not Mike,...
It started off as a regular Sunday night dinner at his parents' house. It was a tradition Angela Banks instituted when her oldest child moved out of the house seven years before. Now all her babies had moved out and they all came back every Sunday, just for her. "Hey, Mama", her oldest child, Katrina Lynn, or Lynn, greeted her; bussing her cheek and walkin...
"Damn and shit. How did she do it? This wrapping paper's too thin." I realise far too late that I should have asked her. But how can you ask your lover how she made her paper knickers when your mouth is full of perfumed pussy? I urged myself to calm down and quiet down too or I'd wake him before I'd wrapped his present. The poor love had no idea; he's search...
1.Nancy Indulges a Whim Back in Berkeley after our short visit to Montana, where I interviewed for a job at the small university in Butte, Nancy and I were given an opportunity that has pretty much taken over our lives recently. (As for the job in Montana, it was offered to me. I turned it down, though, because my grant-funded job at UC was renewed for anot...