Bill Collier sat at his breakfast table that Sunday morning in a cheerful mood. The storm that had passed through the night before had finally cut through the wilting humidity that they'd been experiencing and made the weather that morning very pleasant. He was also still feeling very satisfied from the previous night's exertions in bed with Trudy. Ever sin...
Rosemarie felt a jolt of apprehension mixed with anticipation when she returned from shopping downtown and her mother told her that they would be having an informal dinner at the Collier's that evening. William Collier had just had a large stone outdoor cooking pit built in his back yard and wanted to try it out. Therefore the Thorntons had been invited to a...
Soon they reached the tailor's house, and were let in by Maria's mother, a stout lady with more than a little grey in her hair, but kind and in excellent health. She took to Dick immediately, his shyness combined with his tall, strong person were very appealing, and he was dressed very neatly, and groomed immaculately. They had been told by neighbours that D...
Both Amanda and Adam had lost their virginities soon after their eighteenth birthdays. Coincidences? No, not really! It was quite common in the South for sons to be taken to a bordello or brothel by an older brother or an uncle soon after they were eighteen. With girls it was different. Many were not 'deflowered' until their wedding nights, something that...
Roberta walked slowly down the long, lonely hospital corridor. She hated this walk She had made it daily for weeks. In a room at the end of the corridor lay her husband of forty odd years. It physically pained her to come here and sit by his side every day. He was unresponsive and already far, far away from the world they had shared together. Even coming he...
This is, I think, a deliciously sweet story. Here are the ingredients. A baking hot summer day. A party of 18 year old school boys, walking in the woods. A secluded rock pool and - boys are boys - the fellas strip off all their gear and plunge in. Totally nude. This is the mid-50s and it's the age of innocence - the ole swimming hole in a woodland setting in...
I was minding my own business in my club, reading the evening newspaper, relaxing after dinner, whiling away the time until supper. Leather chairs and oak panels, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tables as our hostesses catered to our every need. Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their na...
The click of wheels on cobblestone drowned out their silence. Each drove her closer to the docks but further from home. The rhythmic trundling of their closed carriage slowed and became disruptive. Melissa tensed as animate voices began to bleed through their carts darkened walls. As they advanced, the mass of uncouth, loud, and grating tones surrounded her...
WARNING: Right-thinking readers should stop right here and find more acceptable sexy reading elsewhere. * During the long wait for his wife to die Freddie Short thought about life after Shelia's death. He'd miss having her beside him in bed, for sure, but what about during the day when she'd chatter on much about nothing and pester him to take her somewher...
It was mid-1950s America. It was Mrs Reilly's house- one of the finest in Brewer, Minnesota- on a sunny afternoon. Under the chandelier, below the big oil canvas of naughty Cupid being spanked by Venus, in front of an audience of well-attired ladies smoking cigarettes and shrouded in their perfumes, and schoolgirls excited to be witness, the drama was now re...