Thanks to Robyn for the suggestion on the topic of this story. She's a wonderful friend. And of course to my niece Jennifer for the motivation to write. * My niece Jennifer was only 19, cute as a button, but over the last three months she'd learn that asking her uncle for help out of a jam was just something family does. What she also learned, though, was...
Caught in the Web The Ache of Longing: A Sequel Don Julian Winslow * Sheila Goode was caught; she knew it. She agonized over it, fighting to keep her sanity, to resist that growing power that threatened to overwhelm her. But deep down, she knew... there was no escape. One day she would be called, and of course, she would go. What choice did she have? By n...
I stood behind her; one hand explored her large breasts and pinched the hard nipples while the other slipped easily in and out of her wet pussy and onto her clit. My wife had always looked good in heels and the stilettos she wore made her just a little taller than me. My fingers traced along her black stocking tops, along the garter straps, back across the l...
Deep in the English countryside the little community of Southcombe is a place most tourists, too timid to abandon their satnav and leave the main road, drive past without noticing. Which is very much their loss, for this is an exceptionally pretty town, unspoilt by chain stores and burger bars, whose fortunate residents possess the essentials of modern lif...
This is dedicated to a reader named Jessica who gave me the idea for this submission. * Booches was one of the most popular campus hangouts being only three blocks away from the large public university. It was a quiet bar where businessmen, students and professors felt equally at home. The food menu was scant consisting of little more than burgers but the...
Despite having to duck low to avoid the swirling cloud of sooty smoke from the huge Bottle kiln below which she stood, Elaine Stringer's cunt bulged lusciously, on the confirmation of her prior thoughts that the urchin at her feet was a submissive. He may have been in need of some less worn clothing, but his slight yet robust masculine shape would please wom...
I was so excited about my next meeting with Jazmin I couldn't sleep. I was like a kid the night before Christmas because my Christmas present would be unwrapping Jazmin for more sex. I arrived at her house the next morning. According to our plan I didn't knock on her front door. It was unlocked for me so I went inside, closed and locked the door. It was qu...
Part 1: The Afternoon of the Nymphs From the doorway he could see them: two slightly-built girls, young and lightly clad in tee shirts and jeans, huddled together on the crushed velvet sofa that dominated the sunken living room. The blonde, Pickering judged to be in her early twenties; her companion even younger, maybe eighteen or nineteen. They had that fr...
Everything was going smoothly between Amber and me. I would spend the day working in my tiny home office, and she would go to school and then typically do her homework immediately upon her return. That allowed us to eat dinner and then spend the evening together in each other's arms, either watching television or a film together, or just simply talking. On...
For over two decades, Janice Collier-Rhone faithfully shared a house and a marriage bed with her husband Jay Rhone. When they met in college, Janice was five feet eleven inches tall, blonde-haired, alabaster-skinned and slender, the picture of American beauty. Jay Rhone, the tall, burly and handsome African-American college football player, was drawn to her...