Only a couple of Dialect words this chapter which you may know anyway: Tory = This is the common name for a member of the Conservative party, in general they are not popular in Scotland, traditionally a more liberal country. This is tangentially relevant to the story. Skivvy = servant, cleaner or dogs body. 'A wee dram' = an offer of whisky which is se...
I guess it started back during my six years in the forces. Walking past a barbers shop in Turkey, Tom bet me that I would never be able to shave myself using the cut throat razor that the proprietor of the establishment in question wielded so effortlessly. I told him that I would have it nailed in two weeks and that I would even be able to do it without cu...
I was feeling rather low. I had just celebrated my thirty-seventh birthday, if that is the right word for it. And I suspected my husband of nineteen years was having an affair. I'd met his secretary, Tonya, and I can't say I blamed him all that much. She was a curvaceous dark haired girl in her mid-twenties who was clearly devoted to him. It would have bee...
CHAPTER 1 Rudely belching, Russell Matthews held up a finger signalling for another beer and Rosie with pink cheeks and a wide bottom arrived at the thick oak table and leaned over to deliver the pint of ale. "Nice titties Rosie." She pouted and said then why didn't had attempt to play with them like other regulars and he said she was too young for the li...
I think I knew when I was relatively young that I was at least a bit bigger than the average girl of my age. I wasn't a 'big' girl in the sense that I was chubby, or overweight, or even particularly tall, but while most of my friends wouldn't have really given me a second glance, those that might have seen me changing for swimming, or perhaps in the showers...
Being set in his ways made renting a room in his small house harder than it should have been, the last lodger had brought this particular aspect of his character home to him with an unwelcome bump. Now, a little wiser and thus more cautious he opened the door to Sarah, who, in marked contrast to the 6 foot chippie she was replacing seemed as nervous as he....
Helen lay on the single bed settee, covered only by a black duvet with her breasts exposed. She was reading a copy of Synchronicity by Carl Jung and deeply engrossed in its knowledge. From time to time she would unconsciously stroke her breast as if for comfort or unconscious amusement in concentration. The book purloined from the university library so that...
I'm Peter Anderson, an in many ways average 33 years old Scandinavian guy, one of four partners in a successful plumbing business. When this story begins I'm married to Sandra (32) almost regarded as a trophy wife and working as secretary for the owner of the local Volvo dealership. Our daughter Ella is eight years old. We own a house in a nice area of our...
This one is a bit different from my usual style: it's lighter and less intense. I call this type of story a romp: a bunch of outrageous things happen, everyone gets laid, no-one goes home unhappy. Don't take it too seriously. Enjoy. ************************ "Do you want to play with my pussy Stevie?" Fuck yeah I thought as I pumped my cock in front of th...
My name is Jenny. I am 5' 1" with nice legs, beautiful skin, and big breasts. I was born in Detroit, but my parents moved to a little farm my dad bought in northern Michigan. 40 acres and Dad's inexperience at farming left us poor. My mother suggested taking in a lodger. Ed had retired from farming. Although he was at least 30 years older than my parents an...