Prologue Kathy O'Neil was in her back yard washing the cherry red '65 Mustang her late husband had purchased for her, and as usual, I couldn't take my eyes off her. The sun was shining, and the temperature had climbed past the century mark for the third straight day. It was the kind of heat that made you want to take all your clothes off, regardless of who...
This is a continuation of the 'Treason' series, at least, what happened after. To avoid any confusion and disappointment for you, the reader, there sex between women and men, and women and women. There is also sex between consenting, adult males. If this type of sexual expression doesn't turn you on as much as it does me, please, read no further. Thanks....
Finally, after months of searching, there it was! The ad Jennifer had been searching for finally showed up on Craigslist! She just knew this was the right one for her, she could feel it! Housekeeper with Benefits Wanted: Rubenesque, petite brunette wanted to perform chores around home. You must be submissive and obedient, willing to take instructions withou...
Here I sit, still and alone in the darkness, only my feet and buttocks and my back give me any sensations at all. The cement is cold. The wall is rough. The air is putrid and damp. There is a stench that emanates from the small hole somewhere across the darkness where I am required to relieve myself when the urge overcomes me. I keep my arms wrapped tightly...
Part 3 - the flowering of a penis Waiting for Siobhan was not a new experience for Danielle. It seemed she had been doing just that for most of her life. They were to meet where they always seemed to meet - and Danielle was there and waiting. The grating in the road clanked as a lorry went over it. Once, she remembered, sitting on the very bench she was n...
Once again thanks to Alex for allowing me to continue his story, and many thanks to Harryr for his editing. Prologue: Victor Brown was gone, and Gary Owen was left to carry on; yet the reality was still the same. The man who'd destroyed all he could of his old life, the man who'd changed his name, the man who'd moved to a tropical paradise was still the s...
This story is dedicated to the memory of a beautiful young woman who wasn't able to live her life to the full. Wednesday. Alex & Di are good friends who I meet up with once a month, usually for a pub meal or BBQ, and we catch up on each others news – work, life, recent trips & experiences, and families, etc. We met in O'Brien's Irish Bar close to their ho...
Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first two parts of this tale, I'd suggest that you do so... If any of the readers out there ever visited beautiful Wreck Beach, in Vancouver BC you will understand what I mean when I write it is (or was) 'full service' beach... For those of you who haven't, it's changed qu...
For weeks following her trip to the movie where she had striped herself then masturbated, the five foot seven inch, one hundred forty pound, auburn haired woman had stayed away from the movies. Every time she thought about going to the movies her bald pussy would get wet and her nipples on her B-cup chest would get hard. Shelly had written the tale in her j...
With apologies to "The Perils of Pauline." * Sweet Sue was a darling and very sweet girl. Not only was she sweet, she was stacked! And I mean stacked. As a poet once said of his girl "she was built like burlap bag full of bobcats, she had it to-gether!" That was Sweet Sue, she had it together. But let's take her from top to bottom, shall we? Now, that's n...