Mrs. Barnes wiped away the haze from the fogged over mirror in front of her. With a much clearer image of herself to work with now, she continued the chore of vigorously rubbing the bath towel she held against the shower soaked streaks of hair on the left side of her head. Wrapping the towel around the back of her shoulders, she finally abandoned the dew fi...
Mr. Philaburton was 70 years old and just as freaky, horny and virile as a man was half his age. Dominant and assertive, he had no problem in claiming, acting out and enjoying his fantasies and fetishes. Of course, he enjoyed sex and wanted it when he wanted it, and how he wanted it; but for him, the focus of his fascination was and had always been enjoying...
Working in a nursing home sometimes can be very depressing. Most of the residents have long term illnesses and are either bed ridden or are confined to wheel chairs. There are many different kinds of people that work at a nursing home. There are nurses, doctors, aides, dietary aides, maintenance people, and recreation coordinators. The nursing home is usua...
By way of introduction… Annikki and I met a few years ago on an Internet forum named Speculum Pages. I had posted my first and only entry to a discussion and Annikki sent the only reply. Over the course of a few weeks and dozens of emails, we discovered we had a lot more in common than anal eroticism. Annikki is an American born and raised Israeli th...
The dinner had been excellent. Cheryl Hascombe, Harold Masters, and Dermot Cairns were standing before the huge fireplace in the library, sipping brandy. Cara DiGiacomo had left the room to make a telephone call. “Harold?” “Yes, Cheryl?” “Could I have my skirt back now, please?” Masters smiled. “No, dear. I’m afraid you look far too alluring just as you...
She had gotten drunk, very, very drunk. She had no clue how she'd gotten home. She sat up only to flinch as she opened her eyes. Ouch! She saw two pills and a glass of water by the bed, along with a note. She reached for the pills and water, hoping they would help kill the pain from one hell of a hangover. Damn it, what had happened last night? As she drank...
"Mmf, mmm, MMMM" Lauren squealed, her hips bucking wildly as she came to climax. Both of her hands were working at her pleasure. In her right hand was her vibrator, in her pussy, buzzing. Her moans were muffled because in her left hand was a second dildo which she hand in her mouth. Large and appropriately shaped, Lauren loved practicing her blowjob techniqu...
*All characters are adult aged. This work is not to be read by anyone under the legal age.* *** Troy Wooten was at the controls of the Shield Maiden under his captain's watchful eye. The tigress was pleased with how well the human could fly her ship. She put her hands on his shoulders as he sat in the command chair and her snow white fingers gently massag...
No one envies the harpies. They live at the bottom of society, and even that's an improvement; they were legally considered nuisance animals until just decades ago, a point of shame for some people and of nostalgia for others. The way the other races talk about them has plenty of unfortunate historical parallels: "They steal." Sure, but it's not like they...
Barbara Mason had smoothed down her black pencil skirt and straightened the seams on her shiny black silk stockings when the telephone rang. She reached over to her bedside table and took the phone out of its cradle before answering it. 'Hello?' 'Hello darling,' a posh voice purred. 'Oh, Hi Audrey.' 'Are you ready for him?' 'Yes I just have to put on m...