WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Pt.7 A Family Christmas Christmas Eve was quiet at the garden centre. Jack had the day off to be with his family; Mrs. Cardew had left on Friday and Maggie was spending the day with the twins, Lucinda and L...
~*~ Lilliahna ~*~ I woke up to Isabella's crying at half past six the next morning. Zac was beginning to stir so I told him to go back to sleep and got her up. I changed her nappy and went out into the kitchen to give her breakfast while I got myself a cup of coffee to wake up. I went into my purse and found two ten dollar notes and luckily enough, in Zac...
"Oh God!.....oh Fuck!.....Mr Jones....oh.....Mr Jones!" The whole of my body convulsed, the muscles in my thighs shivered, my pussy gripped his cock as it pumped its heat inside me. I could feel jerk after jerk ejaculating more and more spunk deep into me. Mr Jones's hot breath came in pants above me. Through narrow eyelids I saw his face straining, as he...
I was sorting through some files on my laptop recently and came across this short story I wrote a couple of years ago but which I never got around to submitting. It's a true account and reflects my love of sex with older women in their 50s, 60s and 70s. I've edited it and added a postscript to bring it up to date and I hope it provides some pleasure. Please...
Part Twelve "I truly believe I love you Abigail." "I love you too, Phileas. Now, please tell me why my husband has you here as his guest?" I was silent for a moment thinking furiously. Then I began to tell her a blatantly concocted tale designed the turn her against Sir Baring and grant me leeway to her daughter Nicole. Knowing that the best of lies are...
Hi folks, Zoe here. I recently submitted a story in Exhibitionist/Voyeur called the 'Long Term Nudity Project' right here on Lit and I haven't yet decided whether I will continue with it. However, the scenario has opened my eyes to other interesting possibilities that I would like to explore a little before I make my final decision on continuing with the lad...
Is that Tim's Mum in the window? How could this be happening while I am sitting at my desk at work? A few months ago my mate Tim told me there was a good paying job going in the company that occupies the office across the road that he and his Mum had moved into after his Dad left. It seemed to be a bloody good idea to work near Tim's place as we went out on...
Jessica The early morning sun seeped through the curtains, warming the room in a brilliant glow. The sound of birds could be heard from the Dairy Farm's back garden outside as the world woke to a new day. I rested back against the propped up pillows on the hospital bed, my arms cradled across my udders. 'He has your eyes,' Mark said beside me. 'He does...
'Good morning Timmy, how are you today? Did you sleep well?' asked Joanna, his step-mother as he walked into the kitchen. Timmy felt like telling her he would have slept a lot better if her mother had let him sleep. Joanna's mother Jean had been to his room after they had all gone to bed complaining she was horny and needed Timmy to do something about it....
As interviews go this was probably the strangest and most gratifying I had ever attended. The qualifications required it seemed, were something along the lines of being young and cunt-struck, being able to operate a security/surveillance network and be turned on by the sight of old people engaging in various sexual escapades. Finally having the ability to be...