Stocking Material Crossword Clue Stories

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Frozen Emotions Ch. 01

by steamoil on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

The fresh sea air and isolation of their holiday place, a converted farm barn, was balm to their souls. It was ideal relaxation in their busy lives. They got up late, he making tea for them to have in bed. After a lazy breakfast, he would drive to fetch the paper for her from the local town. They then sat outside in the glorious summer weather enjoying the...

Not So Trivial Pursuit

by virtualatheist on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

Cheryl sat back in her chair, brushed an errant strand of jet-black hair from her eyes and blew out heavily. She was musing to herself, "Bam! Thud! Spattered in runny clay." She twizzled her gold pen between forefinger and thumb whilst her other hand toyed with her French plaited hair and murmured once more, "Bam! Thud! Spattered in runny clay, 3, 4." In...

The Office Slut

by English Bob on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

“Yes? What is it, Miles?” George Peterson looked up from his lunchtime crossword and glanced idly at Miles Slattery as he grinned at him around the office door. A few crumbs from his chicken sandwich had scattered over sixteen across; one of the many clues that George had still yet to solve. “Have you seen her yet, boss?” Miles was one of the younger memb...

Hers Ch. 01

by Scorpionic on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

He waited nervously, wondering; in the cool crisp air, sat on the park bench clutching a bag which contained the items she had instructed him to bring. A deep sense of anticipation, intrigue, puzzlement and fascination welled in him as he waited for her. Three days had passed and he had followed each of her instructions, precisely. Now he ached to see her; b...

Whilst The Cat's Away

by Adrian69702006 on Aug 30, 2017
Fetish

Outside it was raining hard and the leaden skies looked forbidding through the gap in the lace curtains. It had been forecast to be cold, wet day and in some places snow was expected. Anne stretched and gave a yawn as she awoke. Glad of the warmth of her bed -- and of a centrally heated house -- she decided that today would not be a day for going far if at a...

Peta's Valentines Day Weekend

by clarepanties on Sep 14, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Day 1 of Valentine's Day Weekend Peter Longbury was an investment banker in the City. When taken into overall balance, life had been pretty good to him. He was successful in his specialist area of micro-derivatives; this allowed his clients to make risk transactions with smaller amounts of money and increasing complex sophistication in their structure, the...

More Than Just A Dream Pt. 01

by NotReallySoInnocent on Oct 6, 2020
Romance

It started out as just a dream, a dream that I was spooning with the sexiest guy I'd ever met. It was so realistic, I could actually feel his hardness pressing against my ass and my pussy. And I could feel my heart racing from nervousness and excitement. Of course, there was no one there when I woke up. I'd gone to sleep alone, like I'd done for the past ye...

Coming to the Rescue

by BullyBeef on Aug 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

So here I sit, desperately trying to finish The Daily Tribune crossword, which is particularly difficult today, and her fake orgasms six foot from my head are really putting me off. Incredible really, that a nineteen-year-old already knows how to pull such a stunt, but she's a well seasoned pro at this now. I cast an eye from my paper to the action. He's t...

The Secretary Ch. 02

by Seth_1971uk on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Seth was fed up and wanted to get home to his beloved Molly for a cuddle. All he had to do was get through the rest of the day, drive back tomorrow lunchtime and finish his work, and that was him done for a long weekend. He got back in the office around 3 in the afternoon, feeling less than his best. Slumping at his desk, he fired up his computer and a smile...

Holiday Neighbours

by Whisky7up on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

What is it with this fellow upstairs? Five evenings now I have been sitting here, outside my holiday apartment sipping...no...guzzling my Sangria and savouring my Olives, head buried in a novel. Somewhere above (it's difficult to tell exactly where, the way the sound bounces off the walls) there seems to be a man holding conversations with himself. At least...