London 1883 * * * Dawn was breaking over London, but there was a smog, and a fog so no one could see anything. It was pitch dark in the street and so it was in Dora's new home except for a tiny night lamp hanging from the ceiling. She hadn't slept well due to the itch in her breasts and her bed had been no help at all as no matter what she did she just co...
"I'll see if there's anything in here we can use to stop the bleeding." "Alright, I'll go and try to clean myself up in that stream." I knelt by the water of the stream and began to wash the sweat and blood from my hands and face, looking around as I did. The inn was surrounded by moonlit forests and a road ran past it and disappeared into the trees in eit...
Cross-country commercial bus rides are seldom memorable, except for the pain in your butt and back. After the interest in looking at the moving scenery wears off, these trips mostly consist of long periods of boredom broken only by intervals of confusion over making transfers and anxiety about getting a seat on the next bus. But for me, this pattern was abou...
Rose was an employee at a high-end clothing boutique in the upscale part of town. She had been on the job for just 3 months, but the manager had taken a liking to her for her alert manner and initiative in dealing with guests. She knew how to treat good customers right, and how to be firm with the more annoying ones. One of the more annoying ones was Charli...
(TongueLust asked me for it and this is the third installment.) * She hated me calling her Princess. Princess, as you the reader know, is the twenty one year old slut who has nine "Daddy's" as she calls them. One of them happens to be my best friend who owns the bar that I first met her at. The other eight are prominent people in our college town who de...
Written in Loving Memory of a Generous Lady * * * * * A warning to the reader. If you are looking for huge cocks, long shapely legs, full swelling bosoms, mountainous climaxes and the like, do not read on. It began at a twenty first-birthday party back in the 1950s. I was about twenty-one or twenty-two at the time, and had just finished my apprenticeship...
Nick stared in astonishment. I don't believe I found her this easily. It can't be her. The best part of fifteen thousand miles, a change of aircraft in Perth for the final leg to the North-West coast, eight hours sleep in a blessed, air-conditioned roadhouse room, and there she was ... in the supermarket. It was her hair that Nick recognised. The woman with...
She gripped the window frame fiercely and stared blindly out the large window. Her eyes moved without focus to the brilliant summer day before her. Her thoughts swelled through her memory and she bit her lip to prevent the tears that were edging to the surface. Her breathing shallow, she closed her eyes and let a single tear glide down her pale cheek. Her...
Woozy with a hangover I open my eyes in hopes that the room will stop from spinning. I am shivering from a strong breeze hitting my body. A blurred vision of a ceiling fan above me, trying to focus I realize it’s the fan that was what made me feel so cold. I try and sit up to find a cover, then realize I am in a strange bedroom, not only am I in a strange be...
A red cross marking the completion of another year adorned the calendar. Tomorrow she would return to me. The last year had passed so slowly there were times I thought it would never end but the day was almost here when I could again touch her, caress her, feel her warmth next to me. I turned too quickly, the dizziness I thought had left me returned and I...