by EgmontOriginals© Ivy stood at the top of the incline leading to the beach. The wrinkled-faced Maori woman with teeth missing smiled an eye-twinkling smile at her. "He's down there in that shed he calls home," the woman pointed. Rangi began thinking about the days seventy and more years ago when her grandfather and his men used to take the wool out thro...
There was a knock at the door. Tim Atwater tossed the final dish into the machine and went over to peer through the peephole. The face on the other side was that of Wanda Greene, one of the four dykes that lived across the hall. The four he had partied with last weekend when he had found their door invitingly open, the music pouring out into the hall. He o...
"You are tardy." Karina answered the door wearing only a frown and a strapon. The strapon, Tom noticed, was already glistening. "I'm sorry. I stopped to vote." "You what?" "I stopped to vote. I was running right past there. Saves me an extra trip." "They let you vote," she stared at his near nudity, "like that?" "Yep." "You did not need to provide iden...
Camden Marianne never used to smoke. It just wasn't something you ever did in New York. So much had changed in the last year that it was natural to accept the cigarette Phillippa offered her. It was far from the first she'd had today or even the last few weeks. She balanced the length of the British cigarette on her lower lip, her upper lip holding it in p...
Monday morning, and Becky lay in bed, drowsing in the silence of the house. It had only been a short time before when she'd seen her Master climb into the van to ride to work, and although she missed him terribly she was also glad for a little time to relax. This past weekend had been very taxing on her. In her mind she reviewed the whirlwind of the past thr...
Stan twisted on the sofa. Anne had invited him in, but not for coffee. There was only one plausible explanation... was he ready? His erection felt like a log in his underwear... That part of him felt ready, at least. Anne had opened her door and gestured him inside. She'd told him, "Sit there while I fix us a drink. What would you like?" Stan asked for a...
That night, when Alf came home from work, Fanchon had a quizzical smile on her face. "Did you have a good day, dear?" she asked as he took off his jacket. She knew he was a little irritable because he had to take the bus home—Fanchon commandeered his car during the day... Ah but he wouldn't complain. Fanchon kissed Alfred deeply, running her tongue in a...
To rid myself of thoughts about Mr. Cooper's unexpected exploration of my womanhood and his apparent willingness to let me examine his genitalia I had spent the entire morning and early afternoon sprawled on my back on top of my bed re-reading "Becumming a Woman" written by a blonde co-ed named Roxanne. Written as a diary she reported all of her naughty exp...
[This story follows closely an account I heard as a young man in 1969, from a technical school in northern England, and which has fired my imagination ever since.] * It was a new school for David and he'd been there only for two terms when the year came to an end. He was 18 years old and had attended four schools in the previous five years because his fat...
1. The Queen's Boudoir The King of Verdanland sat quietly chewing viciously on an unlit cigar. Thoughts of recent setbacks in the war with Sardinia plagued his peace. The frontline retreated with each encounter as the enemy army slowly approached pressing toward his capitol. His armaments and soldiers were vastly superior to that of Sardinia, but their numb...