That the problem with small town train stations, no facilities. I was not really aware of this until a few weeks ago. I'd been working late at the office and by the time I got down to the station the light was already fading. The small station clock read 8:23, over half-a-hour before the next train. Winter was fast on its way and the night air was cold again...
I'd been online dating for several years and met many crazy cat ladies along the way. On occasion, one or two women presented (brief) opportunities to engage in complete and utter filth. Sandra [name changed for obvious reasons] was one such online 'match'. Sandra and I were fuckbuddies after meeting online. We were adults that met up on occasion for mutual...
The night rain was blinding in its intensity. Driving water slashed across the windscreen of her Ford Escort, the rapid sweep of the wiper blades proving futile in their attempt to clear the view ahead. The main headlights of her car were swallowed by the darkness and this fact combined with the raging weather was making navigation an almost impossible task....
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ALL PERSONS DEPICTED AND/OR DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18 EVEN IF NOT EXPLICIT...
*** Author's Note. This story is as a result of a readers request and accurately describes (I hope what she fantasises about). Please take the time to leave a comment or vote if you can. Thank you for reading *** I was bored with it all. The life of a porn Director was getting to me. Poor me you say, you would probably kill to have my life, filming desperat...
"My apologies, Mistress." He pulls up the flimsy black knickers over his softened cock, bends his head and begins to lick the pooled cum off my sleek black boots. "You realize that this means a day with the cage on for your forgetfulness, don't you, pet?" I reach down to stroke his cheek while his tongue works over the leather catching every last drop of c...
The third time he said it - I was wishing I hadn't told Julian about Ozzie kids being known for saying "are we nearly there yet" on car journeys. We'd got a bit stuck in Saturday afternoon traffic for the "Queens Birthday" long weekend in Melbourne. I was hoping the windows of the limo I'd hired were blacked out enough - we were right outside the State Art G...
The story of a lover and scarvesGWEN : THE PREGNANT PISSMOP (This is the fourth of a series of five stories and I would recommend you have read them before this. Thank you to everyone who has sent me feedback on them, it has been very positive I have tried to include a few suggestions). * It was a brisk spring day as I walked in the Park. It was mid-after...
Summer holidays were always special for me and my little brother. Days that we spent with our grand parents in the village... No worries of home works, tuition classes... Just fun and fun! Every body in the village seemed to be related to us in one or the other way... Where ever you go you are welcomed with sweet smiles and all loving talks... Really great!...
You find it slightly hard to believe he even thinks you would consider doing this. The first time you saw it on a porn film you were fascinated but utterly repelled: a woman being deeply sodomised and then, when the man withdrew, spinning rapidly round as if eager, dropping to her knees and taking his glistening penis directly, deeply, apparently greedily i...