There is explicit sex in this chapter. Just a reminder. Chapters written in the first person are generally sexual accounts. Chapters written in the third person have no explicit sex in them. Sorry there has been such a delay in getting this on the site. I have been having trouble with html coding and finally given up in despair. Is there anyone out there w...
Continuation of story Virgin Fix. Please read earlier parts first. Any similarities between the characters and real people is coincidental. If you recognise yourself here, feel privileged. This is a fictional story set in a fictional place about fictional people and fictional events. All sex participants are adult age. +++ -18- Sally was over the moon...
When we last saw Miss Lucie she was in a dismal state. Stripped and thrashed by Miss Bulstrode and the other Wardens in front of the very girls she had abused, she had then been marched out of Hazely Reformatory and left to fend for herself. Writhing in pain, burning with humiliation, she had dragged herself to the bus stop, her only thought being to get hom...
Chapter 1. I was suspended by my wrists from the ceiling of the 'play room'. I was about to be sodomised with the largest penis in the room. And I was rather looking forward to it. My enforced pose was not uncomfortable, the wrist-cuffs were of soft padded leather, they held my arms about three feet apart, most of my weight could be taken by my legs if I s...
I put him down on the coffee table and sat back in the settee pondering whether to let her move in. I'd have no hesitation if I thought it could last, oh how I wished it could last, to hold her sweet body as I slept and wake to her still in my arms. I looked up as she walked in. she had her tank top and skirt on but was carrying her panties on an outstretch...
Davy Stoddard walked into Hoss Harry's Saloon in Cheyenne, Wyoming, pausing at the swinging doors to swallow his fear as subtly as he could muster before he fixed his eyes on the first open bar stool. Trying to affix a swagger in his stride, he made his way through a bevy of tables loaded with various folks whose faces reported their lives like old newsprint...
I'm not sure why this one took so long to write. Granted, life has been hectic, but I guess I had my mind set on WWII and realized I'd forgotten a whole twenty years. So, I had to go back. A few new characters, a little connection back to MTJAFT and some scene setting. Next chapter will be WWII. I look forward to your comments! * Brian sat on the porch wit...
Thank you loyal followers and welcome new readers. If you like what you read please VOTE and COMMENT. I love to know the stories are appreciated. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jocelyn Handcock was a dreadful, prudish old woman. In her twenties and thirties, when ev...
Cornwall, in the year 2045. "Don't touch that sweetheart," Jessamy Beech warned her daughter. Phoebe was three years old and at the inquisitive stage where she had to investigate everything. Lupita Mpenzi gently coaxed the slide of Jessamy's dismantled Glock from the toddler's chubby fingers, "Is that mother of yours leaving her guns lying around again? Yo...
Part Two Ten Saturday arrived early for Nick, awoken by a prevailing flurry of rain that lashed at the window eliciting thoughts of midwinter rather than midsummer. Noting that Jan remained undisturbed by the foul morning, he crept out onto the landing, hesitating for a brief moment outside son Joe's old room before hurrying along to the bathroom. A nice w...