To paraphrase the old nursery rhyme: There once was a girl Who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead When she was good She was very, very good And when she was bad she was torrid Nancy was 26. She had a body that was to die for, and she knew how to use it. In fact she used it as often as possible. There was no way she could ever settle...
I have had doubts about whether this fits with the other parts I have uploaded in this series, hence the delay in uploading. Please feel free to comment either way and let me know what you think... ***** Katherine lay in the dark, uncertain as to how long she had been there. She was not even sure if it was still daylight beyond the blindfold, so cunningly...
My first set of naked adventures ended with that eventful night. I couldn't sleep on the roof the next night because it rained. Which was just as well. Given how rapidly I had progressed and how close I had come to getting caught - twice, I might have ended up doing something really foolish. The old ladies left and I went back to sleeping on the divan in the...
Lois and Dennis picked the young man's parents up at the airport and drove them home. Back at the Livingston house, all four of them stayed up late talking about the trip. Lois told her friend Marcie that Dennis had behaved quite well while they were gone. Of course, Lois didn't tell the boy's parents what it was that he'd behaved well doing, they'd have bee...
Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Kay stood in the driveway and watched her husband and Sue drive away and realized that her life had changed permanently. "He's not just taking Sue to the hospital..." she thought as the car disappeared around a curve, "...he's driving out of my life." She took a deep breath, turned, and walked back into...
"Soon you will meet a man who will be all you seek," Oliver said. "He will have experienced some of the same things you have. He will understand how those experiences have affected you throughout your life, and will help you overcome them. You wish to learn more about your own sexuality and to experience sex as a positive, loving event. With this man, that w...
This story goes back to when there were no mobiles and no internet or e-mail, so "Dating" personal adverts were largely confined to newspapers, with voicemail for a prerecorded message to be heard and responded to. Telephone kiosks abounded, too. In the UK they had closing doors and were made up of tiny, thick, near-vandal-proof panes of glass and had heavy,...
Many thanks to Techsan for his editing of this story. * I, known as The Jailbird, was a famous man in our small Scandinavian town. I was sure that people envied me because I had dared to do what many of them probably had only dreamed about. My real name is Wilmer Steen: Wilmer after some distant relative in Minnesota, which wasn't very funny when I was ki...
Malcolm MacDougall stood in Dunollie, looking at the brilliant display lighting up the early morning sky. The sun broke the horizon and lit the morning in golden brightness, but the brightness on Lismore outshone it, making those in and around the castle take note of it. What bothered Malcolm about it, was the closeness to where the birlinns were hidden. A...
As I rode my young fuck buddy, each minute we moaned, swore, and profusely sweat more. I had my thighs clamped to his sides while he massaged one of my tits with one hand and tried his best to finger my clit with the other. As his girthy cock reciprocated in my little cunt, made even tighter by the butt plug up my ass, increasingly intense pulses were being...