Tartan Konağı Stories

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David's Scottish Cousins Ch. 01

by Thorilla on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

I remember it as if it was yesterday but in fact it was 1958 and I had just turned eighteen. I had been sent up to the Scottish highlands, by my parents, to stay with my aunt Annie and her identical twin daughters Megan and Morag. My cousins, who were also eighteen, met me from the train at Glen Gussie station. As the steam cleared from the platform I made o...

A Dance to the "Music of Time"

by fridayam on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"It's by Anthony Powell—do you know it?" "I don't think I do." "You must read it—it's life-changing! So full of amazing characters, and so well plotted, so well constructed. It's a long read, twelve books in all, although the twelfth isn't even published yet, but well worth perservering......" Frankly, Honey, I would have read the labels on your clothes i...

The Girls of St Catherine's Bk. 03 Ch. 03

by nightvoice2 on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Highland Games (Part 3) ----------- Saturday, 19 September ----------- Edward walked back and forth examining himself in the mirror, feeling the rough, thick material of his brand-new kilt brush against the sensitive head of his cock. Although it came down to below his knees, it just didn't feel right. Surely it wasn't decent. He just felt too exposed....

That Tartan Skirt

by Mikesstories on Jan 22, 2020
Anal

We met at a mutual friends birthday. She practically bounced into the club we were meeting at or maybe I imagined that as my eyes were fixated on the hem of her tartan skirt. Whenever her hips moved the skirt swung and it was hypnotising me. We were introduced and her broad smile had me hooked. It wasn't long before the drinks were flowing and we were gett...

Obedient Wife Flashes Truckers

by MrBlueUK on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

On the day of my 50th birthday my wife woke me in a way I'd never experienced before. Katie is the same age but looks 5 maybe 10 years younger. Her long blonde hair rests nicely just above her 36B tits, framing them. She was sat up in bed next to me stroking my now erect cock. "Hey, morning," I said. Without saying a word she opened the duvet, arching her...

Schemes of the Unknown Unknown Ch. 07

by bradley_stoke on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter Seven Ecstasy - 3735 C.E. There wasn't much that Beatrice ever actually needed. She didn't need to eat. She didn't need to sleep. She didn't really need anything apart from a regular and constant supply of sexual partners and there was no likelihood that she'd ever run short of that. But she did need a cover. Humans weren't supposed to be able to su...

David's Girls' Academy Ch. 02

by Thorilla on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

(It was the autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my new hobby of bird watching. In the grounds of Spathford Grange Academy for Girls I had been captured by five pretty 19 year old girls named Ingrid, Kasandra, Emily, Norika and Sarah. They had stripped me naked and had begun taking an interest in 'facesitting' me in their dormitory.) * I...

The Trade

by trashpanda on Mar 12, 2019
BDSM

I had sent Chelsea out to serve another Dom for the weekend, I had negotiated a trade for his favourite sub. As much as I would have loved to have kept Chelsea here and had both of them serve me, it served my interests better that she go to him. There was a knock on the door, I knew she would be exactly on time, he had assured me she was obedient and took d...

Suki & Francis Ch. 01

by glittercat on Jul 6, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Suki's cunt was dripping wet. She could feel it soaking through her underwear as she sat on the hard wooden chair, felt the pressure from the seat as she tried not to squirm too much. She could also feel Francis's gaze boring into her back from where he sat at the desk behind her. Going to finishing school had not been Suki's idea. She was twenty one, an ad...

David's Scottish Cousins Ch. 02

by Thorilla on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

Morag eased her bottom over my nose and gently rubbed herself backwards and forwards against my tongue which I had extended. Her French-knickers were rather damp, sticky and 'aromatic'. Morag seemed a bit more worldly-wise than either her sister or I and she was clearly intent on pleasuring herself on my face. Her petticoats swished and froufroued over me...