Witch-Hunt It was one of these projects that take over your life and develop their own dynamics. After deciding to postpone writing my own dissertation and making some money to live on instead, I had done research work for one of my professors. It was about the witch trials in the seventeenth century in my home town, which I had completed together with two...
This farcical story is totally fictitious—no resemblance is intended to any persons dead or alive, or any organizations for that matter. The situation regarding the Parthenon Marbles is real, however. I have profound respect for the many individuals working to achieve an agreement on the future of these truly great works of art. Hopefully, someday, the Marb...
Chapter I "Well at least it's better than that place in Innsbruck," Grace said matter-of-factly as she peered into one of the bare cupboards. "That place was absolutely awful." Sandy sniffed the stuffy room as the cupboard swung open and was grateful when Grace closed it again; it was musty and stunk. "Yeah, OK, we had to share a bed, but that wasn't too b...
Hi again. Hope you're still with me. ***** AN INTRICATE WEAVING CONTINUED. Chapitre Sept. JACK MASON reflects. I sat nervously upright not sure what to expect. Certainly the flame red siren that strode into the bar clicking confidently on a pair of four inch red pumps and wearing a diaphanous scandalously short flouncy pale cream dress was beyond all...
*** A series of stories with TG themes, dedicated to women, and to men who like to be women (which includes me!) *** It really all began in late-ish teenage for me. OK so I realise now there had been signs before that, but I'd not paid them much notice. Little things, significant now that I could put them into context, but seemingly unimportant at first....
The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Of course that wasn’t the first time my thoughts had travelled back the more than ten years since Vida and I had parted, and more times than I really cared to remember I had used one or other of the multitude of memories of the times we had...
I'm standing in front of my wardrobe, a built-in affair with shelves that reach up to the ceiling, some filled with clothes, others with books or toys. I feel a peculiar sensation in my stomach and groin, a sort of pleasantly uncomfortable, constricting spasming. I can't remember if I touch myself, I don't think I do, but the next thing I feel is an incredib...
THOSE DAYS OF SURPRISES Chapter 51 Thoughts, Talk and Action But even as we prepared to eat, something Barbara had said was nagging away inside my head, what she had said about me still having a small but special place for Sheila - and that she actually filled two such places, one as my first love, another as my first fuck. If that was true - and I felt q...
Andy's gorgeous new wife takes her teasing game a little too far. *** Lisa is riding me hard, her soft firm thighs are wide apart straddling my hips, and her palms are placed on my smooth chest. Her long brown hair cascading down her back, it's so long it tickles my thighs. Lisa is rocking her hips back and forth in frantic little movements, her hair tum...
Summary: Wife decides to spice up their sex live in a few kinky ways. Note 1: This is a 2017 Valentine's Day story so please vote. Note 2: Thanks to TexBeethoven, Dave, Robert and Wayne for editing this lengthy tale. PS: This is a lengthy, stocking foot HEAVY, husband-wife story that is likely one of the most personal in my 300 plus stories. Although Mira...