Note- I do not own the rights to this British tv show, nor its characters, any resemblance is purely coincidental. Not to mention highly unlikely! xxx England, Cumbria, 1982. x Postman Pat Clifton was not a particularly handsome man but he had been blessed with a prodigious appendage. Big nose, big cock goes the legend, and in his case it was certainl...
The young black youth aged eighteen was lying on the bed while I mounted him for the third time that day. I used his cock and muscular body shamefully to bring myself off with no thought for his pleasure. Kenny was my toy boy, an aircraftsman from the base my husband commanded when he wasn't away on active duty. I'm Lady Denisa forty-seven year old wife of...
My friend Melissa gave me the idea for this story from a story her friend Bill told her about his younger years. Enjoy. It has been said that some of the best things we learn are the situations that occur by accident. Oh, there is book learning and a wealth of other places to get to know about this or that. For me, a great learning experience late in...
(A note on the accents: 'but' and 'butt' are spelled 'boot,' 'it' is spelled 'eet,' 'good' is 'gewd,' etc. They are fairly self explanatory, 'roo een' is 'ruin,' etc.) 1. . Mrs Sandra Zapeda was a kept woman. Having been raised in a large family of moderate means, she was accustomed to shopping at discount boutiques and consignment shops. Like most women,...
It was known as "The Club". No, not the contraption which saves your automobile from being stolen. Not a book of the week, panty of the month or basket of cheer club. Just "The Club". There were three members of The Club: William, Danny and me, Jonathan. Three teenagers who met it high school and then moved onto the local community college. We were buds,...
"Judy? Sandy? Is that you?" Jean had not expected to have either her daughter or her employee arrive home that evening, especially so early. It was not even 9:00! "It's me, boss." Sandy said dejectedly as she entered the living room. Lionel, seated in his leather wing chair, looked askance at Sandy, then at Jean. Sandy's love life was none of his business....
I alone. I alone long time now, many times of light and dark and light and dark again. I never know how long I alone; time sleeps in soft place in I's mind, same as all other thoughts. Sometimes I happy for soft place; easier when I in soft place than when I know I alone. But I always afraid when I go to soft place, afraid I never come back. But then I come...
Saturday 26th August 2017 Just over a month had passed, since out of the corner of my eyes, I'd observed Craig, Byron, and Callan rutting as three stags for the attentions of my sexy, but spoken for, wife. Jill and I were snuggled in bed enjoying a quiet and activity-free Saturday morning in bed. No lifts, sports matches, or driving lessons. The well-earne...
A World of Womencraft Story Kris leaned back against the tree and casually watched his archons graze on the lowland plains. The Hinterlands were known in the area as a harsh, unforgiving terrain, but near the Blasted Mountains, there were sprawling highlands and lowlands rife with long grass. Raising archons was time consuming work. Six months out of the ye...
Jaina Proudmoore, ruler of Theramore and princess of Kul'tiras, strode through the heated halls of Ironforge. The red hue of the great city colored her skin bronze and gave her hair an orangish color to it. She wore her usual robe, showing off her belly and a sizable amount of her ample cleavage which jiggled slightly as she walked confidently towards the ch...