Scaffolding Stories

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Slutty Sue and the Roofers Ch. 02

by raidernation25 on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

I was seated downstairs in the family room whenever Ed got home from work. "How'd it go with the roofers?" he asked. "Great. I got us a really good price for the roof," I replied. "I'm guessing you sucked their cocks to get a better price?" "That and some more. Let's just say they enjoyed my little show." I proceeded to tell my husband of ten years abou...

The Builders Next Door

by VanessaEvans on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the houses on either side only have one floor, they're bungalows. Last summer we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of noise, at one of them. Looking down from the punishment room window (we have a 6 feet high fence), we could see that one of our neighbours was having a conservatory built a...

A Weekend with 'k' Ch. 06

by Hubee on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Opposite our hotel a building is being renovated. Scaffolding is being erected and the tradesmen have started early. The double-glazed window and heavy drapes in our room have blocked any sound that might have given us a hint of their presence. And, up until this point, the workmen have had no hint of our presence. But just at that moment one of them turns a...

Jack and Diane Ch. 02-04

by torchthebitch on Sep 19, 2017
Non-Erotic

I apologise to readers for the delay in posting this. I am posting a thread in the Story Review forum to explain myself. Please comment here or there. Jack and Diane Chapter 2 My time at Milla and Simon's gave me some time to think about my life. Perhaps I should introduce myself. I'm John Nelson Winters. The Nelson bit is mothers maiden name and, yes, th...

The Girls of St Catherine's Bk. 03 Ch. 01

by nightvoice2 on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Highland Games (Part 1) Wednesday, 15 July The storm raged through the night, rattling the doors and tugging at the gutters of the old school as if the weather Gods were angry with the sins committed inside. Thunder boomed, rattling the old windows and hail rattled against the roof like handfuls of thrown marbles. The trees swayed wildly in the wind, their...

Eric And I Put On A Show

by Annatartywife on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

This relates to another fun time that I enjoyed with my elder lover Eric, and some random builders watching us. Before we moved in together, Eric had been living in his own flat for a little while and we had continued having our regular fun sessions whenever we could get time together. On this occasion there were a group of workmen doing some building repa...

Submission

by wyo_girl on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

"Ah, the workmen are through for the day," Paige thought as she watched the men loading their pickups and preparing to leave. They were working to create a studio and large bedroom with attached bath out of what had been three small bedrooms upstairs in the big barn of a house she bought for a song because it was so far from town. They had been working for o...

Gulliver in Lilliput

by oggbashan on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Author’s Preface The general preface to the parts expunged from the printed accounts of my travels is at the start of the section entitled ‘Brobdingnag Chapter One’ and I consider it superfluous to reiterate it here. The reader of my published account of my sojourn in Lilliput may have been puzzled by the vindictiveness of the empress of that realm on the...

Retribution Ch. 02

by Denham_Forrest on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

My thanks to LadyCibelle and my friend SH for sorting my foul-ups and editing this short tale for me Clarification: Blues and Twos = an emergency vehicle or police car travelling with it's blue lights and siren on. Casualty = UK name for a hospital Emergency Room. The/a village bike = the village slut, only too pleased to take on all cumers! Retribution...

Stanley's Dream Travels

by pleasurezone on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was a beautiful day in late spring. The sun was warm, the breeze cool and the air clear. Stanley walked away from his bus toward a small beach-side cafe a hundred yards east of where he'd parked up; a nice cup of tea his reward for a service well done. He'd take his time, give it a half hour - no, forty five minutes - to be on the safe side. He knew his p...