"You, Alessandro Conti, are a cruel, lying, seducing, asshole!" Maisie whispered, her finger poking his chest with every insult. Alessandro's mouth dropped open. His pulse raced, though whether from panic that he'd done something terrible or annoyance at her accusation, he didn't know. "What, not going to own up to it?" Maisie let out a short, angry laugh...
Emma took her role as Maisie's guardian at least as seriously as she took her role as her lover. She knew the importance of education, and arranged a place for her in the city's premier Naturist College. It was, of course, a private college (the fees for which Emma could now easily afford) and was attended by the children of the wealthy and well-to-do who wi...
At last! Maisie was going to visit Emma's home and meet the girlfriends that Emma had told her about. Actually, she'd would only meet one of them, Charlotte, because her other girlfriend was working abroad at the moment making sex films. But it was so exciting anyway, to be staying somewhere that wasn't her normal home. And as Emma had explained to her, she...
It's four in the afternoon and I have a hard-on for Maisie. She won't be home from work for another hour and a half at least. Damn. Maisie, my former manager at Blinko's Copies. Maisie, who became my best friend. Maisie, a short, heavy, buxom grandmother of three; grey-haired and apple-cheeked. My Frumpy Dumpling, Maisie Havlicek, whom I have fallen i...
X Emma's new role in Harlot TV took her out of the studio background and into active involvement in the television station's output, and, in recognition of her advocacy of the station, she was promoted to the title of Executive Producer. She was now involved in the executive decision-making activities of many of the station's new programmes, in particular t...
Charlotte had gradually drifted away from Emma’s bed, and was now spending far more time with Josephine who had by virtue of her steadfastness and reliability displaced the more demanding Emma from primacy in her affections. Quite often these days, Charlotte and Josephine would spend their evenings together in Josephine’s pleasant one-bedroom flat amongst al...
XIX Charlotte didn't know exactly what had happened, but all of a sudden her relations in her flat had altered and undoubtedly for the better. For some reason, Emma had started being a great deal more affectionate towards her and nowadays the two girls were more often sharing Emma's bed at night than enjoying any other arrangement. Charlotte had noticed tha...
While revising chapters one and two, I found a mistake. If you read an earlier version, please note that in chapter one Alessandro should have thought that Maisie lived in Boston. ----------------------- Alessandro's heart hammered in his chest as he walked towards the Barnes' kitchen. Over the past couple of hours, he'd run six miles, collided with the wo...
This story is about a cheating wife and an unusual punishment by a desperate husband. Although the subject matter is cheating, adultery, cuckoldery, pornography and more, there is no actual sex in this story, so if you want something to top up your wank bank, pass this one on by. I wrote this story purely for my own amusement, but, somebody else might like i...
Most of the blokes I know of my age - 33 - seem to be lusting after younger women: once a girl hits 25 they're not interested in her. Not me. It's not that I couldn't attract them - I'm reckoned to be reasonably good looking in a truck driver-jobbing builder sort of way, mop of chestnut hair, twinkling Weimaraner blue eyes, a ready smile and my slightly bent...