In Parts One, Two and Three, I introduce Paula to my farm by taking her on a walk, aiming to show her the patch of bush on it. We encounter the pond, a number of small meadows, the bush track skirting the stream, and then the steep narrow zigzag track up the hill. Handing me her skirt, exposing her pantied butt, Paula accompanies me into the Bush, We scrambl...
I beat my meat three times that day, looking over every inch of that photograph. I really liked the way Jess' breasts were thrust toward the camera. You could see all the little bumps on her swollen nipples. Pete must have a really good camera. Scrolling down, you could see the way her pussy lips were spread wide by his cock. But the thing I liked best was h...
A warm breeze blew in through the open window of the luxurious hotel room. Lily breathed in the fragrant Hawaiian air, and thought about the last few days. She had had a beautiful wedding, and was married to the man of her dreams. And here she was, on her wedding night, finally away from the loud, well-meaning dotings of her family, and her congratulatory fr...
BLURRED - When fantasy and reality collide. Chapter One -- Owning the moment. He liked reading her stories while he was at work. Knowing his cock was growing and straining at his trousers, the tip leaking delicious precum. He enjoyed the knowledge that people surrounded him carrying on with their work, oblivious of the raging hard on demanding attention....
Desire. Burning desire. It engulfs you, confuses you, focusing your entire being on one thing. Him. The longing for His touch, His voice, His scent. His presence. Him, completely owning and taking you. This fire burning so deeply and so out of control that your head spins as you try and keep your feet steady beneath you. So focused on your chores, trying t...
Robyn and I head to the bar and as we wait to be served her arm is draped across my shoulders and her mouth is breathing warm air on my neck. Without warning her hand drops behind me giving a firm pinch to my arse making me yelp and jump. That's for being dirty on the dance floor Antonia she laughs, my turn next but not here let's go outside. Drinks forgott...
Up to the bathroom. Brushing my teeth first, then carefully shaving two days of stubble. The menthol grit of toothpaste in my mouth; the rasping glide of the razor, flicking foam into the basin. Already thinking about you, about us and what we're going to do together - even though I'm alone in the house with only the idea of you. Undressing, methodically. F...
It was all going so well that I should have known something was wrong. But I had done my due diligence and cased the joint for weeks. I knew where the cameras were, the patrol routes of the guards, and what kinds of locks were used on the doors. I got confident and I got caught, but not by the police. Jail time would have been so much easier. They let you ou...
Madam Warwick's the brainchild of Annabeth Warwick, (a former prison warden) and Frank Edwards (a retired IT engineer and veteran). The converted estate in upstate New York first opened its doors in 2005 to a carefully selected group of two hundred 18-20 year old female students. The student body had grown to over 800 in the ensuing years. The school is a s...
The hot water splashes on your neck and drizzles down your breasts. The tips of your fingers tease your standing nipples, softening them with the perfumed shower gel. Your hands slide underneath your breasts, feeling the weight of them, still maternity-full. Imagining how they will feel to my hands. You're thinking about how it will be: my salty tongue cares...