She came on a Sunday evening riding a bicycle. She rode all the way to the doorstep where I was sitting in the evening sun. "Hi there Buster. I am Lena. Grandma around?" She called before she even had dismounted. I knew that she was coming or, more correctly, that someone was supposed to. Grandma always tried to get what she called a vacation in the middle...
I knew it'd be like this. I said it would be like this, almost from the start, but was I listened to? Of course not. Heavens! Where would we be if people started listening to their kids? Not on a bloody cruise, that's for sure. And when I say kid, I'm 42: Hardly a minor, except in my mother's eyes where I still wear short pants. Ok, so I could have just...
Author's preamble. This story is a product of my imagination. The characters herein are similarly imaginary and any similarity to real people is purely accidental. All sexually active characters are over the age of 18. The story will contain aspects of cross dressing, BDSM and male and female bisexuality. If any of these aspects are not to your taste, may I...
Note to those who may be interested. This is a cuckold story. I wrote this story specifically to crank up all of those rabid anti-cuckold commenters that live for stories that they can get all frothy mouthed over. I considered not allowing comments to piss them off even more, but then I would have to forego the pleasure of being able to laugh at them. The s...
From our very first meeting, I was totally smitten with Lesley. She worked in a local baker’s shop. Her hair, when not hidden away beneath the starched cotton hat she was obliged to wear, was long, black and very wavy. It complimented her olive skin and almond eyes beautifully. She would always blush furiously when I entered, to the great amusement of her co...
© Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2010 Good Day to you, dear readers. The tempting and teasing is nearly at an end. We lay before you, chapter 11, the penultimate instalment of Reach Out For The Sunrise. It has been over a year in the delivery and now the end is in sight and we can rest our weary index fingers for a little while. Maybe enjoy a nic...
"Ow! Goddamit! Fuck!" The rusted bolt Ray Peterson had been attempting to loosen on the 1934 Ford he was restoring abruptly broke loose, raking his knuckles against the vehicles frame. "Why didn't I wear the goddamn gloves?" he muttered, shaking his injured hand. Then he heard barely suppressed laughter; it sounded like a woman. "What the hell?" he mutte...
Officer Married, whose nameplate told me was actually Officer Klein, roughly pulled me off the ground and tossed me into the backseat. Behind her, Officer Burly struggled off the pavement, long scratches still oozing blood down his face. I smirked and licked my fingers and nails clean of his gore as Klein went to him and guided him back to the cruiser. "Jus...
The 9th Installment of Omega Pride! A few warnings. This chapter is extremely graphic compared to the previous ones, and some people may find the content disturbing and disagreeable to say in the least. Second, French has returned BIG TIME in this chapter. I have put up translations throughout the story, so I hope this helps a lot. Third warning (more like...
I stayed at Helen's that night, both of us in her bed wearing nighties, occasionally stroking and comforting each other. I fell asleep in her arms with my face buried in her bosom. The connection I felt with this person was sublime. When I woke the next morning, I went to the bathroom to find her in the shower. She was truly a remarkable sight. Her blonde h...