CHAPTER ONE. ANGELA ASKS ME TO FUCK HER BEST FRIEND. Angela is my housekeeper and as you may have read in my first story. I introduced her to the delights of anal sex in the car park of my golf club. She loved the experience so much she left her husband and moved in as my live in housekeeper the following day. After experiencing her voracious sexual apati...
You'd think being married to the minister of our local Methodist Church, not to mention acting as choir director every Sunday, would be more than enough to make me comfortable getting up in front of a crowd of people and singing. You'd be wrong. I love to sing. Any vocal music turns me on, whether choir, classical, gospel, or popular. My problem has always...
A second instalment in this short series of related fics. The fics are related, but can be read in isolation. This chapter contains mild elements of consensual bondage and domination. Please do not read if these things might upset you. ~~~~~~~~~ My adventure had started when the Reverend Balls came up to me at the end of the morning service last Sunday....
The next day I resumed my trip down memory lane. I don't know why I was feeling nostalgic, but I was. Perhaps it was the realization youth is fleeting and we can't go back in time. I didn't feel old, but I was. I really enjoyed my life. I had a long term boyfriend and a sweet, cuckold of a husband, both of whom I loved very much. Maybe I was thinking about t...
Father Frenault tapped his watch, just to make sure it was still running. It was. 3:26. Damn it! She should have been here by now! he thought bitterly, then immediately made penance for the mental outburst and bit of implied blasphemy. He could afford a few more minutes before heading over to the Murphy boy's wake. In the meantime, he had no choice but to wa...
"If human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween." -Douglas Coupland *** About one thing Jo was certain: She absolutely did not want to go into that house. But here she was walking up to it anyway. A jack o'lantern's flickering face peered from the window as she approached, and she paused with...
PART I A week, later, Friday, October 31st, at around 7:30 in the evening, and Tres had a lot on her mind. A little less than a week ago, her roommate and best friend had knelt before her on her bed begging for an orgasm which Tres had eventually supplied. That evening had been, at once terrifying, blissful, confusing, and something like forty seven other a...
For the outward appearance of exemplary Christian conduct -- I mean, let's face it: Jamie and I had everyone fooled -- as well for our college acceptances, we were granted an extra overnight off campus, and my mother reluctantly agreed to let us encamp in Southampton. On a whim, and with Jamie's approval, I also called Brett fully expecting him to decline my...
The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Chapter 5 Instruction and Explanation 'After she had gone I found it difficult to believe that what had taken place had really happened, if I hadn't had the cum soaked handkerchief as evidence I could have convinced myself it had all bee...
The Vicar of St. Dunstan's has what many men would call an ideal setup: a circle of women, called the Quilting Ladies, who attend to his needs in a--comprehensive manner, so to speak. The membership of this circle has shifted over the course of the larger story, but the overall relationship has remained fairly stable. This series has provided glimpses into t...