I was 58 years old when Shelly came into my life. I had been living alone since my kids had left home and my wife died, and having lots of unoccupied time I took to doing a lot of work in the yard. Over the years I had built myself a nice deck, planted shade trees, a tall privacy hedge and put in an artificial rock waterfall that fell into a small pool surro...
Once Sarah and the 'old man' left, (a derogatory name for a senior officer) the six of us continued drinking accompanied with our double entendres and risqué anecdotes. Visible to all, inquisitive hands gratified my leaking pussy; I could feel my body pounding, pounding with anticipation. The anticipation of being fucked, fucked by two or more fit soldier's...
For the rest of that day, nothing happened, well nothing of significance anyway. Except maybe, that I had apparently become, Lady Tanya's close companion. Or rather, being the only... non-professionals around, we seemed to spend all of our time together. Lady T insisted that I escorted her almost everywhere. Walking stick in one hand, she hung onto my arm li...
Author's note: Sorry folks, this has been a very long time coming. Sometimes life gets in the way of writing. John and Julie are now a week into a relationship of searing sexuality, and it will help you understand where they are if you read the first three chapters. I'm Scots and they are both Scots, so they speak accordingly. My thanks to my sweet muse an...
This is a collaboration story between me and my friend Black Velvet. Sara belongs to Black Velvet while Matt and Simon belong to me. All written text and characters are copyrighted and may not be used without permission. This story will contain boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, and threesome sexual content. Some chapters may not contain any sexual content. In wh...
Trying to put something directly into the hands of a hacker was a kin to grabbing a greased pig, in a rainstorm, blindfolded; near impossible and no fun at all. Two days ago the Vatican envoy had shown up unannounced at St. Michael's. "It is imperative that this be delivered to Mr. Simon Lewis Farron as soon as possible," the imposing envoy said to Father D...
I call Lust first thing. I feel sick, dialing the number, and even sicker when the receptionist puts me through. She used to know who I am, but now there's nothing in her voice at all. Lust wants to come around on Saturday afternoon, when I'm at work, to pick up some more of her stuff, and that's fine by me; we should have stopped there, but I try to have a...
CHAPTER 23 Mum, he's gone! I've looked everywhere. She was verging on hysteria. She'd run around the house, the sheds and other out buildings, fearing the unspeakable. Then she'd jumped in David's ute and driven around for half an hour. He's only as far as he can walk in this rain. There're the hills up the back, the creek, the main road...there was a pau...
Author's Note: This essay was originally published in The Hatchet: The Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies. It develops a theory proposed by writer and cook David Lee Dickerson. Although the author does not necessarily subscribe to Dickerson's theory, she takes his position to elaborate upon it. The Hatchet allows an author to submit pieces it has published els...
Amber screamed as the blob pulled her under the bed. But it was just a vision. She was just really scared of what happened the day before. She thought about calling in sick to work, but she thought that is what she needed to get her mind off things. So she got ready for work. She gets to work early and talks to her boss about the old factory. He said they c...