By now, I'd been working at "The Lingerie Emporium" for almost six months and was beginning to wonder if I'd still be kept on when that time was up. I rather hoped I would be. I'd got used to being a part of the team. One morning, Mrs Ferguson called me in to her office and asked me to drive her to Sheffield so that she and I could look over some samples of...
Andrew leaned back in his seat and watched, in a state of total relaxation, as the scenery flashed past outside the window. The comforting white noise of wheels racing along continuous welded rails and the low murmur of conversation amongst neighbouring fellow-passengers combined to induce a state of mind in which his thoughts wandered far beyond the surroun...
My girlfriend Erica and I met in 6th form college at 16 and proceeded to go out for the next couple of years. It was, by and large, a good relationship and we were still in love when, at 18, the time came for us to both head off to university - although as fate and my grades would have it, we couldn't make it to the same one. Despite this we decided to stay...
- This is the third and final chapter of Love. Lust. Lost. I have broken the story down so reading them first is not essential, but if you want to check them out, they're also in the Celebrities section or you can find them by clicking on my username. Thanks. - ... As we walked back through reception, I intercepted the concierge and ordered a chilled bottl...
________ 4 ________ With the red dawning sun came another day and the incessant clicking and buzzing sounds of slowly awakening insects as they began to stir. Mist could now be seen slowly rising from the cliffs as the sun's golden rays chased away the last of the night's fleeting darkness. With the sun, came increasing light and the sustaining warmth for a...
I stood outside, cigarette in hand, breathing in the summer air and the smoke and the traffic fumes. I'd finally found the pub, hidden among the narrow back streets of central Sheffield, buried under suffocating ivy. I was shaking, and sweating. It was unusually warm, even for July, and my jacket and nerves weren't doing me any favours. Removing the jacket...
This is mainly a true story. Some bits have been added but you can believe whatever you wish. ***** My wife Jen is 10 years younger than me, I'm 63 so she's 53. After two children she still has a petite figure, nice arse, nice tits 38c, and loves to shave her pussy clean! I find this turns me on all the time and she feels more sensitive when we have oral s...
My name's Nick Rossi, and I'm a 24-year old figure skater based in South London. Well, to be precise, I'm part of a pairs skating partnership. We were a highly successful team, finishing in the top three in the British Championships two years running. That was until the day I walked in on my partner – and fiancée – with a rival's cock in her mouth, and her t...
_____________ 21 ____________ Mom hung up the phone and then ushered me into her study with a deafening silence and thick air between us. This was going to be heavy... I'd really fucked up this time. Entering her study, we sat opposite of each other as Mom closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose with the finger tips of her open hand. I'd really...
*** The origin of this story is my five part series entitled "Karen" *** ***** I held the eight by ten inch color photo in my left hand. If I didn't know any better I would have thought that I was looking at a younger version of my little brother, only with a Military haircut. Standing around six feet one inch, I surmised, Rick's massive arms were held lim...