"Huh? Wha-?" Bianca sat up and rubbed her eyes groggily, while her phone vibrated noisily across the room. She ignored it and stretched, hoping to work the sleepiness from her tired bones, with a satisfied grunt. The exhaustion that pervaded her body felt wonderful, as if she had woken from a much-needed nap. Or completed a long-procrastinated goal before fa...
The Characters and situations are from the working class areas of Northern England and some of the situations and the working class language may upset some readers. The names have of course been disguised but otherwise this is what "Silvie" told me when I bought her a few rum and cokes in the local pub. * Hi I'm Silvie and I do voluntary work for Dr Hargre...
AN EROTIC PICARESQUE The thing to do was to see her again as soon as possible. We had agreed to meet the next evening, but I would call her and switch it to today. That way, we could have sex, sex, sex all night and I would keep the conversation light and slow the train down a bit. It wasn't that I did not want to ride that train all the way, but I was not...
The engine noise from the coastguard launch woke Mike. Recollections of his vivid dream lingered in his still drowsy mind. "God that was so sexy. Two beautiful women and four great bonks," he smiled. Then he realized that there were two warm bodies cuddled into him and that it hadn't been a dream. Simone was asleep and facing him, her arms around his neck...
THE MAID'S DAUGHTER Pt 1 This story is about the relationship between me, my maid and her daughter. First of all I have to give you a bit of history. My name is Jack. I am 45 years old and divorced with no children. I have been living on my own for 5 years and not had a serious relationship in that time. By profession I am a freelance architect and work out...
Note: If you find the idea of interracial sex or older women offensive then this story is not for you. That's why they invented the back button. *** Sarah watched her son's team take the field from her perch at the concession stand. As usual, she had gotten up early before dawn to make dozens of home baked muffins and cookies. As a single mum, she could no...
(You might like to read the first instalment in "Dog Walking" if you would like the scene set more extensively). ***** As I left that night, I heard Steph's voice floating through the window. "Mum, you look well fucked. Was he as good as you hoped?" "Honey, he was better. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, and I hope you find a man as wonderful as him."...
Waking up the morning after was slow. I was still glowing from my experiences the day before and so came to luxuriously, my head filled with softness and warmth. What made me get up was a feeling I was getting more and more often: an emptiness in my butt. Reminiscing on the times I had spent in-game with my little hole stuffed was enough to make me squirm un...
Paul arrived at Dot's house at nine, as he stopped at the gates, the gates opened and he drove to the front door. Several gardeners were working in the garden, and he passed a pickup truck with gardening equipment in it. Dot was standing in the doorway waiting for him. She was wearing a red silk dressing gown; he could see the bulge her hard nipples were sho...
Chapter 1 On a sunny Saturday afternoon in June, I wash the dishes in the sink and look at the bright scene outside the window in front of me. At the side of the house, in between the house and the neighbour's brown wooden fence, is the driveway to our detached garage where Rhys is playing basketball with his friend. I know his friend from many previous vis...