Sewing Room 뜻 Stories

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The Simple Blue Robe

by odlum on Sep 18, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Eric roamed from room to room through the empty house. This was more difficult than he thought. His footsteps rang hollow as he walked across the worn linoleum of the kitchen. The essence of his father remained in every room even a month after his death. Eric turned the handle on the backroom door. Surprisingly the door was locked. Startled he looked about f...

Wendy Ch. 08

by Fable on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 8 The Sewing Room According to Cotton Wendy stirred, her head came off of the arm rest and she gave me a quizzical look as if to say, 'where am I and who are you?' She had dozed off sometime during my description of my visit to the home of Mrs. P one rainy Saturday night. Her light snoring had not deterred me from my task. I droned on; determined...

My Neighbor Ch. 2

by Jigs on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

For the next four or five days I managed to stay away from my sewing room anytime when Peter might be home. I was even recovering a little until one hot August afternoon my virile neighbor caught me working in the yard. All I had on was a T-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, the gym class kind with the short loose legs and elastic at the waist. My only unde...

Doris's Desires Ch. 02

by StrongMaster7 on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

After her encounter with Eric in the laundry room, Doris wondered whether she was becoming a nymphomaniac. As hard as she had cum from his attention, it only seemed to make her need worse. She was hopeful this might be the night her husband would want his once-a-month missionary-position quickie. Even that would work for her, Doris thought. Not that her husb...

Lord Marchington's Conquest

by abroadsword on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

I looked around the sitting room, where my sisters and mother and the aristocratic and haughty Lady Marjory and the flame haired Rose her tall spoiled daughter, were all looking expectantly at me and I laughed. "Mr Harnsworth," Lady Marjory demanded, "What exactly do you find funny?" It was something my Father said many years ago, "John," he had said to me...

My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 01

by Many Feathers on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Standing there naked in a room full of young women, one of which happened to be my wife's younger sister wasn't something I'd ever imagined I'd be doing. Nor could I imagine how I'd gotten here in the first place, the bizarre series of events that had let up to this. Led up to me promising to do this...to stand here jerking myself off in front of Chris, my n...

Rodney's Nude Humiliation Ch. 04

by aaronburr on Aug 29, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The two women were seated in the living room. Rodney had just walked in, clutching the paper bag with his loin cloth, moccasins and headband. Shit, he thought. His mother is entertaining the famous Mrs Reilly. The lean, lustrous local celebrity. Oh my god, he thought. The first time she had ever been in their house. She was said to be a friend of eminent...

The Maid of Honor Ch. 2

by smartNsexy on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Justin let April and Katrina out of the car at the home of the woman who was fitting Katrina's bridesmaid dress. The dressmaker went into her sewing room and brought out a beautiful modern coral pink gown, long with a sheer layer over a deeper rose fabric. The two girls ran to the bathroom with the dress and Katrina began shedding her clothes. Since the dres...

My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 04

by Many Feathers on Sep 15, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I tossed my empty beer bottle in the trash, realizing as I did, I had left my car keys up in Maxine's sewing room. I literally spun on the balls of my feet changing direction, heading back up the stairs taking them two at a time. I ran down the short hallway turning into the room and stopped dead in my tracks! Maxine stood in the middle of the room, naked my...

Tight Fittin' Jeans Ch. 05

by Tara Cox on Sep 14, 2020
Novels and Novellas

Chad stood, biting his lower lip, outside of the door that had once been the guest room. However, its more common purpose had been his grandmother's sewing room. He felt guilty as hell about not clearing all that shit out of there before she went to bed last night. It was not just the mammoth table and fancy sewing machine against the window. The chest of dr...