"Just what DO you think your are DOING?" the voice of your supervisor crashes through the silence. You have been sitting there on the toilet for several minutes. You felt the wonderful pressure in your bowels earlier and, after several minutes of contemplating the act of going poo, went into the bathroom. You raised your skirt and fondled over your mound be...
In the land of Pantipupia there was a winding staircase made of stone that reached up into heaven. It was forbidden for men to ascend the stairway. Yet one day Pantsby Brown did just that. To his surprise he met no resistance from the guarding angels that according to legend patrolled the staircase, and continued above the clouds, at last coming onto a landi...
It is the night before Christmas and Anna and her family are rushing around in a panic before the relatives arrive for the big day tomorrow. Anna just turned 18 a few months ago and is about ready for the holidays to be over with. She can soon relax, especially dealing with her parents, siblings and relatives. It will be stressful with so many people in a tw...
We had rented a house at the beach for our summer vacation and my wife Nelly had invited her friend Lucy to spend a week with us. This was very good news for me as Lucy is a very lovely woman. I didn't see her very often but whenever I did I couldn't stop having fantasies about fucking her. She is divorced and I can't understand why she is still single. She...
She grasps counter with her finger curled underneath the bench-top. Looking directly into the reflection at you as you stand read behind her. "I told you this was a good place for this," she says looking deeper and deeper into your reflection. You break your gaze from her eyes back down to her waste which sits between your hands, your thumbs each hooked ove...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She...
Ashley was a beautiful young woman. She was about 5'3, with light brown hair, blue eyes, and a body to be reckoned with. She had a beautiful round ass (from years of squatting at the gym) and perky D-cup tits. She was a sight. Ashley was your typical popular girl in university, who everyone wanted, but only few could have. Although she kept it a secret, she...
Dear reader, I have been enjoyed receiving all the encouraging comments about my stories. I have also had a few private and very erotic exchanges. With Jenny's permission, I'd like to share this particular on-line conversation with you: Hi Mr Hairysurfer My name is Jenny and I would like to say how much I enjoyed reading your stories. I was so pleased to...
I have written a trilogy. Each story is perfectly readable and understandable on its own, but if you want to read them in order, start with Charlie then Gary and end with Mark. It will give you a bit more context and continuity. "Already packed for tonight, are you?" Matt asked after class Friday morning. "Pretty much. I just need to do a couple of things...
Once again I have to Thank My Editor For His help and advise. This Story was Edited By Tangentjoker. Louise turned on her mobile and the messages started to bleep. I took off my coat and sat on the opposite side of the desk as she fired up the computer. She looked at her phone and checked the messages. "All is okay," she told me. "Everybody is where th...