She stood before her mirror completely naked. This in itself would have not seemed abnormal, but in the last few years, she had refrained from looking at her body. At 65, Ariana knew that time had taken its toll on her. Her tits, although still full, sagged with the ravages of time and gravity. She had stretch lines across her stomach from her two births s...
Jennifer could not believe that she just agreed to do such a wild thing but now she was determined to go through with it. Jen would always hear the other girls talking about sex toy parties, and was always curious about what went on in those types of get-togethers. Now she will find out first hand! Jennifer would always try discussing the parties in casual...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Serendipity – A seamstress comes home Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This i...
“Damnit!” Catherine exclaimed as the wrench slipped and her knuckles scraped violently across the faucet handles. She dropped the heavy silver tool into the sink with a loud clang as she recoiled. Her hand drew up, curled and hiding the hurt. With the other she gently eased open her fingers. She stared down at the torn flesh across her knuckles and brought t...
When I'd finished what I needed to do in the office it was mid-afternoon. I led Ella upstairs to the bedroom, lay her on the bed and cuffed her hands above her head to the ornate wrought iron bedstead. She was naked save for her collar. "For the next hour," I told her, "You may come without asking permission." "Thank you Master," she said, perhaps wonderin...
I suggest that if you haven't done so, to read the first part of this story. Without it, many things would not make sense. Thanks. ************************************************** Part 2 – The meal and the surprise. The phone rang just as I was putting on my cream three-quarters. "Hello" I said into the mouthpiece. "Hi, it's Damaris. Listen I got a b...
Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. Welcome to Part 8. ***** 2010 Jen's arsehole was tight, but not as much as I had expected, and the butt plug slowly slipped deeper and deeper inside her with relative ease until the l...
Enjoy and remember to vote, it's one of the reasons we write. Constructive comments always welcomed. ***** Twenty-six year old Tess Henson looked at her cell phone. I was five minutes to twelve. She placed the phone into a desk drawer and stood, sliding her chair back. She went to a closet and opened the door to face a full length mirror. The image looking...
Man has a quick forgettery. Carl Sandburg said so. Not true when it comes to Holly, the sylph I have gratefully surrendered to. No matter how wizened my brain becomes, my forgettery is incapable of such treachery. In our tiny, licentious kingdom, I am king. Holly is my lone subject, a shameless wench compelling me to commit mortal sin at every opportunity....
This is a companion piece to The Hills Are Alive... We revisit our heroine Trish as she tries to find a way to top that adventure. It isn't necessary to have read that piece, but she has a habit of being bad like this. She seeks thrill, danger and excitement. Don't judge her, at least she shares her stories. After the amazing adventure in the mountains...