In the previous story, Uncle George, the Stud, I told of spending time with my favorite uncle and with the help of a bottle of bourbon to aid the conversation hear of his various exploits while on spring break on Jekyll Island, Georgia. Where that story left off was upon his graduation from Dartmouth and subsequent commissioning in the Navy. I had the good f...
**This is a work of smelly and dirty fiction. Its got some nastier kinks, and will get worse as it goes along** *** Janet was an adventurous young woman traveling the world. At 22 she was a young attractive brunette in the prime of her life. Her breasts were nice and big and tended to get attention from everyone, almost as much as her looks. She was on a t...
Before exiting the train car's restroom, I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and mopped the juices from around my mouth and chin. I didn't need to go walking back through the car to my seat reeking of sex and having my face looking like a glazed donut; I had never had such an impulsive or hot sexual encounter in my life and my head was spinning. Stepping...
The American West. Images come to mind such as cowboys and tall cacti. Endless hot deserts and beautiful sunsets. Rough dusty roads and stunning red plateaus. I wanted to see all this without the hassle of driving 2000 miles, so my girlfriend Heather and I took a trip on an Amtrack train from Chicago to Los Angeles. We enjoyed the view through the large wind...
I was taking the night train from Paris to Perpignan. There were no sleeping compartments left, and, as the train pulled out of the station at 7 p.m., I was resigned to spending the night dozing upright in my seat. That was annoying enough, but what irritated me more was that I had eaten an unpleasant hamburger on the way to the station. I watched enviousl...
All persons mentioned are older than 18y of age. This is strictly a fictional story. *** It all happened in the year 2000. I was on holiday, young, single and too horny for my own good. My brother got married earlier the same year and during his wedding I met a girl whom I befriended. In the months that past Sabrina and I chatted a lot and got to know e...
Helen noticed the boyfriend before the girl. He was tall and handsome in a young, trendy way; muscular arms wrapped around his girlfriend. Italian tourists, they looked like. Maybe Spanish. 20-something. Wedged into a corner by the door of the tube train, utterly oblivious to the rush-hour cram. Helen, sitting next to her husband George and on their way to...
My move to London was the start of a great adventure. I had been house-sitting in Cornwall for the past few months. It's a job I normally enjoyed but my last place of residence was a nightmare. The location was ideal, as were its grounds, but the building itself had dark satanic undertones which were slowly getting to me, plus there were a few other things...
This is a story that is in some ways typical of my life but in some ways not at all. It’s typical in that I live in New York and my lover, Earl, is a man who is very dominant sexually, somewhat cruel, and perverse. Sometimes I think he doesn’t respect me, and enjoys humiliating me and forcing me to be subservient to him. Sometimes I think everythin g is g...
There's only one good thing about getting a late train from London Waterloo -- you're pretty much guaranteed a seat. And after a bitch of a day at work, even a small victory like that was something. As he climbed into the carriage he registered that something was slightly unusual but his tired brain dismissed the though and focussed instead on getting comfor...