Written in British English, unfortunately I don't have an editor so apologies for any errors I've missed. Just a naughty little short as I take a break from writing my rugby series. I love cycling. P.S. Don't be worried if I'm behind you, on your wheel. I rarely letch at someone else's arse in real life. Honest. x *** Adara watched his buttocks moving,...
Green suede boots is what I'll keep my mind on, thought Zoe and marched inside the Drake Hotel with a determined step. The ones in the Bloomingdale's. Tall, reaching over the knee with a half-circled hole above the heel. Sexy and sassy. She carefully avoided the looks of the receptionists, who were too busy to pay her any attention anyway. There seemed to...
I was a high school junior when I first had her. Mrs. Melissa Rich. She taught Pre-AP Physics. It was my hardest class that year, but my favorite for a number of reasons. And each of those reasons was Mrs. Rich. Mrs. Rich had been my next door neighbor for two years before she taught me. My house had a pool and her's didn't, so she often brought over her tw...
I grew up in a small town in east Kansas. My obsession with fellatio started way back in the year after I graduated from high school. I worked for a year to get college money and that is when I began to get popular. I started maturing fast and by that summer I had two firm little apple-sized tits that turned heads. I wanted to use them. That’s how it happene...
It was two years after she died, she had been five years older than him, but still barely past forty. Cancer had made Hank a widower and a single parent. Mary had left him with two young girls, a set of beautiful six-year-old twins, Nina and Tina. Each day they reminded him of Mary, and he loved them for it. Never since their mothers death had Hank thought o...
Hi and thanks for reading. This is a work of fiction and all characters are made up (although based on people I know.) You might want to read the first two chapters first or you might be lost. Or not. Your prerogative. Thanks again to my editor, Tangentjoker. If you aren't reading his stuff you should, right after you read this and leave a nice comment. It d...
"The bastard! The lying bastard! He told me he loved me, now he's fucking somebody else! The bastard!" Pam was standing in the doorway of my cabin. Since I knew her only by sight, I was mystified why she was sharing this confidence with me. "Hi, Pam. What happened?" "Mark's a bastard, a real bastard! He told me he loved me and I believed him!" She started...
Lilly and I met at church. We were both seniors at different high schools. She was smart and funny, a few inches shorter than me with short, dark brown hair and a trim athletic body. We fell for each other quickly. And we were both virgins, despite being 18. This was back in the Old Days when (at least among our peers) the vast majority of high schoolers we...
In recent months I've had the pleasure of a reunion of sorts with Elaine, the Danish lass who I wrote about in chapter 12 or so of my confessions. Now I've not climbed in between the sheets with her, it was more a case of us collectively running thru the weird and wonderful things that turn us on, or off as the case may be. Now I won't get too carried away...
As my fiftieth birthday approaches I've been reminiscing about the halcyon days of my early forties. Sexually, they were the most active of my live. Let me explain...... Early this century my first wife and I went through a premature mid-life crisis. The pressure of the daily office grind, the battle to repay mortgages in such a chaotic city, Sydney, proved...