"Your wife's a wonderful dancer," Colin complimented, in a voice with a twinge of British accent. "Excuse me?" "You know. Dancing. As we did last night. Anne did tell you we danced, didn't she? After, all, that's why you're here, am I correct? To watch us dance?" "Oh." I got it, 'dancing.' Not the worst word to use in public for the erotic act. We were s...
Over the years I have become interested in the architecture of Frank Lloyd Wright, and have made an effort to see his work where I can. Fortunately, there is a substantial body of it, mostly in the Chicago area and in the upper Midwest. Some has been preserved, mostly by private groups, but occasionally by others. One such is the Walter home near Independenc...
I gave young Kim an understanding smile as Peter and I approached them. I sat down beside her while the men crouched, balanced on their feet, facing us. "Had a swim yet, Kim?" I sat forward with the aim of disguising my stark labia from Colin. I had felt his intent gaze upon my smooth naked genitals, even before I sat down and it made me uncomfortable. "I...
This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?). In recent times, there seems to have been a h...
This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks...
The next morning dawned like those before it, except I felt this mash of total anxiety and deep relaxation racing back and forth across my lower abdomen. As I stretched my body and awoke, I inched my fingers down across my belly to the tuft of public hair and ran my fingers down until they finally gripped and warmed themselves on my penis. As I gently sque...
This is the second part in what I hope will be a trilogy of stories about an old friend's 43y/o kinky mother. If you have not already read part one please read it, in order to have some background on story and characters. It is set in the winter of 1996 when I was 19 years old. Only certain aspects of this part are true, mostly this part is fictional. – enjo...
I wouldn't have fucked the hell out of our babysitter if she didn't belong to my gym. See, our babysitter, Stacia, has always been what I would consider "cute." She wears baggy clothes, even in summer, and so I never really got to see her body. Our kids loved her to death. She would come over, my wife dealt with her most of the time, and I just paid her at...
I WASN'T CONVINCED, BUT THE COMMENTS AND EMAILS YOU HAVE SENT THINK THAT THERE IS SOME MORE IN THIS STORY, SO HERE IS PART 5. FOR NEW READERS I STRONGLY RECOMMEND YOU CATCH UP WITH THE PREVIOUS STORIES TO GET THE BACKGROUND AND UNDERSTAND THE CHARACTERS. * Jane raised her car window, gave me a naughty smile and drove off before I could answer. I stood th...