I suppose, looking back, you wonder how a lot of things happened in your life. Most of them – all of them – seem very innocent. A string of mishaps at school – fourth form, fifth form. Some embarrassing enough that I rub my fingers into my eyes at the memory, groaning softly. But still, even the worst of them are so childish, compared to the night that I sp...
Having gone to bed late, Julia slept soundly and comfortably; on awakening, she yawned and stretched as she surveyed the bedroom of her new home through eight o' clock eyes. She approved of the way she had coordinated the colours and fabrics that blended the old with the new. The last few days had been tiring, months after Robert's death there were still vi...
Qatsu, (pronounced Kat-soo), was a foxy little Brazilian maid my wife employed to help with our first child. I was never sure who had the more baby-like looks, Qatsu the maid, or Bunny our child. It was a close run thing. Bunny had her good points, of course, don't get me wrong, but what Qatsu had that Bunny hadn't, was a deliciously appetising little body....
This story carries on directly from part 5, so maybe read that first. This story also gets dirtier, so if a little vomit and quite a bit of scat are not your thing I'd turn back now -- fair warning! Everyone's over 18, this is a fantasy with wildly irresponsible and unlikely behaviour, be good to each other, etc... When she arrived home, Naomi learned three...
Lydia was walking in to the front door of her apartment with the shopping. She held one bag of groceries in her hand, using the other to text her daughter, Sulama. She didn't even know what had hit her. The shopping fell from her hand, the contents scattering loosely across the floor. She looked up with shock to see a tall, middle aged gentleman wearing a p...
It is every woman's romantic dream, at least in England, to live in a country cottage with roses round the door and an old fashioned country garden with its informal mixture of flowers, herbs, and vegetables densely packed into a small space. In a country where most people now live in towns or cities, many in drearily uniform suburban estates, I have often w...
Colin woke and thought that considering the amount of alcohol he had drunk last night, his head felt not too bad. He heard the gentle snoring next to him and felt for the soft curvaceous bottom of his older sister. The soft flesh was warm and yielding to his touch, but there was something not quite right, the soft curvy bottom was a bit bigger than he rememb...
The following started as a PLImail to RubberPanties with the writing of which I became so engrossed that it became a story and in the end I never actually sent it, (so sorry RubberPanties, I hope you enjoy it now). I've tried to describe the pleasure I get from masturbating in feminine lingerie and plastic panties, so if plastic panties don't appeal to you,...
Once upon a time, in a castle on a mountain surrounded by forests there lived a beautiful young girl called Princess Lilla who everyone fell in love with until they met her and realised what a spoiled, vicious tongued, vindictive, vile little madam she really was. Her father loved her and would do anything for her because she was completely impossible if he...
I'm a big fan of my ASP characters. Writing the first of the ASP stories was one of the most pleasurable time for me. Now I hope to take them all deeper and to get more involved with the different members. Those of you who loved Tambor and Rylan, keep your eyes out. Wynter Witch will be out when this story is finished. Let me know what you think of the title...