Christmas was coming in ten days. The store where Julie worked was throwing a big gathering at a venue in town and we were going to attend. This also coincided with her parents going out of town to visit her Aunt and Uncle. They would be gone overnight so my horny mind was already planning to spend some time alone with my girl at her place. The party was i...
This story was inspired by, what started as a true incident, but developed into a fantasy. It was written for my own benefit, a sort of catharsis of my inner turmoil, and frustration, and for my fellow aficionados who can understand and empathize with my feelings and desires. Also, for any ladies, (or gentlemen), who would care to share their feelings or hid...
Morag eased her bottom over my nose and gently rubbed herself backwards and forwards against my tongue which I had extended. Her French-knickers were rather damp, sticky and 'aromatic'. Morag seemed a bit more worldly-wise than either her sister or I and she was clearly intent on pleasuring herself on my face. Her petticoats swished and froufroued over me...
Why do they commonly and generally refer to the singular of panty in the plural, as in panties? That always struck me as odd. Yet, now that I am so accustomed to writing panties instead of panty, when I write panty, it just does not sound correct. I end up changing it back to panties. This story is about the only fetish that I think that I have and that bei...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The day had come for the party I was to attend with Lisa. She arrived at 7pm prompt. We went to her car and she started to drive. She explained "I have only invited two others we are going to pick them up now." We drove along talking. Lisa was wearing black ankle boots, a dark fi...
(My name is David Thornberry. It happened when I was just 18 in 1958 and I have to admit that I still feel rather ashamed at what I did. One of my parents' closest friends had just died. He was a well respected member of the village His funeral was to take place at his place of birth which was at the other end of the country. My parents planned to pay the...
Christmas was, as usual, a peaceful and relaxing time with the special people in my life. I spent the day with family and friends. Boxing Day is for me to relax and unwind. I slept late, had a long bath because I was invited out to an old friend's for dinner that evening. When I arrived, he had his apartment all decorated, the table set with candles and it...
If you would ask any couple married for twenty years, most would tell you they don't have sex anymore. The rest would say they still have an active sex life, and would agree sex is no longer a chess game where you're trying to anticipate your partner's next move. Instead, sex becomes more passionate as you know without a doubt what turns your partner on. As...
(It was the summer of 1961 and I was 21 years old and was continuing with my hobby of bird watching. I had spent the previous two weeks on the banks of Brantwood Water in the English Lake District. I had been studying waterfowl. One night at the hotel where I was staying a hen-party of eight middle-aged women arrived. I was invited up to their rooms when t...
It was an ordinary day except for the fact that it was only mid-morning and I was aching for a good hard orgasm. My husband had been out of town for a few days and before that had been my time of the month. It had been a good 10 days since we had a nice rousing session where all the right buttons were pushed and an amazing gasping, moaning, climax was ripped...