Curtains twitched nervously, with a mixture of admiration and dread, as Charles took the long walk up the white gravelled driveway to the Manor house, that Monday morning. As he stood looking up at the tall windows, he wondered what destiny lay inside. What adventures would all this lead him on, and what wisdom would he seek? But what really concerned him,...
Copyright © merf68. Please respect copyright. This is a work of fiction continuing the story from Greengages 01, 02 & 03. Any similarities to people or places is purely coincidental. It contains material of explicitly sexual descriptions between consenting adults and includes the following categories: F exhib, M/F, M/F fetish, tv If any of the above are n...
Taylor was not quite at the point of regretting the idea of coming down to her front lawn, but she was getting dangerously close. The first cat-call had been exhilarating. Almost empowering. As they had set up their lawn chairs, Taylor had turned to bend over and adjust her seat. As she stood and pulled the strings on her waist up to sit on her hips, the...
Hello boys!! For those who haven't read my first story I am 36 years old married, 34 dd boobs and a bit of a flirt. Hubby and me walked or should I swayed our way back from the party. He asked me what I had been discussing with the old men at the party. "The old boys were very complementary indeed." I teased. "Andrew is going to paint me and I said yes in...
Jack had just started his Summer holidays from University, in September he would start his final year. He would have to study during his holidays, but he would also help mum around the house. He had the grass to cut and keep the garden tidy. Jack lived with his widowed mum; his dad had died three years ago, mum was an Accountant, she worked in a bank, she wa...
This is a tale of a chance encounter along the long tow-path that trails below the garden gates found between Runnymede and Windsor. I guess, if you wanted, you could wander all the way from London to Reading on that path? Not my idea of fun though, as I'd waste an otherwise perfectly good pair of heels, but I reckon it's doable. My friend Connie lived abou...
It was the 15th of January 2013. Mrs. Vimala Nair was celebrating the grand opening of her own housing complex, "Prem Nivas Housing Complex" which was actually not built by her own money, but by the huge amount of alimony she got from her ex-husband, the industrialist Mr. Premachandran Nair. Mrs. Nair was a pure Kerala beauty, with a face of an angel and hai...
Author's Note: This tale includes sexual activity with two young men. Each is a recent High School graduate. Therefore, it is possible to infer that they are either seventeen (if their birthdays are after the events in the story) or eighteen (if their birthdays are before the events in the story). I assure the reader that both young men celebrated their birt...
The second chapter of The Dutch Mistress continues the story of my enslavement by the two friends Arianne de Vries, a Dutch businesswoman and her friend and lover, the beautiful young French brunette Sapphira Delatoise. The women aim to achieve a Total Power Exchange, by whatever means necessary... *** From the position in which I had been placed, balanced...
While still in senior high school having just turned 18, I was hired by my next-door neighbour's to cut their grass during the summer months. Since it paid $2.50 a week – a lot of money in 1957 – I was glad to get the work. I was a skinny kid with a major case of shyness and acne and was a real loner. Mrs Hart (she kept trying to get me to call her Sheila),...