There is a TV show titled as above but without the Celebrity word, although there are several programmes with the Celebrity prefix. I thought it could be an interesting, maybe humorous story using celebrity names and changing the format from a dating programme with a twist evident in the title, by adding the 'slebs' and very different twist. It's highly unli...
Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. There was light coming from one of the downstairs windows, as Mike and Angelica crept up through the overgrown Laburnum bushes, toward the side of the house. They peered in through the dirty glass pa...
Rob Foster was a go getting executive in the company and had just taken over as head of the new administration with Consolidated Industries in Marryatville. He had studied each of his employees and sacked those who he saw as a liability within the company. My husband Bruce had mentioned him and had also long discussions about his own future in the company. I...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. * Linda and I stood at the door waving good night to Chris, ou...
I'd been living with my rich aunt & uncle for around a year now, as their house was in the same city as the university I was attending. Being well-off they employed a part-time housekeeper called Florence. Now Flo is one of those people you pass in the street without really noticing: she looks in her mid to late 50s, about 5'5", quite chubby with huge tits...
As I went to get us a nightcap I saw the barman glance across to Eileen and smile. I followed his gaze to see that Eileen had apparently carelessly allowed her skirt to ride up over her stocking tops and as she uncrossed her legs was giving him and I a good stretch of creamy thigh and a flash of her newly shaven pussy. She smiled when she saw us glancing acr...
Back in the Eighties, I cut a fine figure of a man in my mechanic's coveralls. Without a word of a lie, one young local lady referred to me as 'that greek god over there'; it may have been an ironic referral, however. That being said, my focus in life wasn't so much the occasional eligible bachelorette that crossed my path, it was trying to eek out a living...
Later, though, I studied the magazine closely. The pictures of curvy, mature women were fantastic, but what interested me even more was a long, illustrated and informative article on all kinds of fetishes: anal sex, BDSM, face-sitting, long fingernails, female domination, fisting, latex, leather, mature women and young men, fancy shoes and boots, smoking, st...
1. Becoming a lesbian sissy slut I was eighteen years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. She had piercing green eyes and a well-trained body that she kept in shape by regul...
England, 1964: I was 18 years old and living at home with my parents. When my girlfriend and I fooled around I played with her tits and pussy and she wanked me off but that's as far as it went so I was still a virgin. My endowment was very generous and I produced lots semen in those days and my girlfriend enjoyed seeing it spurt all over the place. Like all...