Judy had become very aware that she had attracted the attention of the men working down at the community centre. As she made her way along the street she smiled inwardly, her gait changing into almost a skip. For a woman in her mid twenties and already married for five years Judy was nevertheless still quite shy, naïve and girlish in her outward appearance a...
After the women had left and Billy had showered and changed, the two of us sat drinking coffee in my living-room. Something was on my mind. 'Did they spank you too hard?' I suddenly asked. 'No, no,' Billy answered. 'I enjoyed it.' 'But didn't it hurt?' 'Of course it did. Even so, I really enjoyed it.' 'So did we. Do you often get spanked?' 'No. I've of...
I'd like to thank you all for the reception this story has been given. Glass Houses is a retelling of my first erotic story I post years ago on another site. To the best of my knowledge that version is no longer out there, but if this seems familiar, you might have run into it back then. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up,...
It had been a long day and Linda was looking forward to getting her work finished so she could get out of the office and go home. She was the last one there and she'd really had enough for one day and wanted to get out of the clothes she was wearing. They'd had a visit from an important new client and to make a good impression she'd dressed very smartly for...
It was a cool summer late Saturday afternoon in 1970, about a month after I'd passed my driving test, and we'd just completed a mixed doubles friendly tennis match. Aunt Ave and I had lost to my real cousin Graham and his friend Trudy. We'd played on the village court, which meant any showers or post game baths had to be taken at home. "Close game" Graham...
I rolled over on my back, let my head fall over the side of the bed and ducked between his thighs so I could get my mouth to his balls, those sweet cum-filled balls that hung low in their sack. I kept stroking his hard cock with my left hand, and I brought my right hand up off my clit so I could pull at his sack, gently pulling it down so the balls would be...
I wrote this story for a girlfriend. She asked me how I viewed love and so I wrote this. * This was not a trip I had looked forward to taking. Mother's Day was approaching and I was due to fly out of Long Island for Tampa-St. Pete to visit my mom in the Alzheimer's wing of the residential hospital where she has had to live (if you can call it that) for the...
Chapter 2: Sarah Sarah's Tale Continued; March 1984. Early the following evening saw me back at the Weir house, which was in itself unusual; Dave invariably collected me from the Rugby Club where I spent most Saturday afternoons in the winter. Sarah answered the door to my knock and after a quick glance around the hallway I gave her a brief kiss and gently...
Four-fifteen on a lightly raining morning marked what appeared to be the start of social disintegration in the life of Betsy Milton-Stewart. Betsy awoke to hear her husband Royce cry, "I don't feel well." He coughed and gurgled, starved for air, dying of a massive coronary at 4:15. A former star athlete and regional Young Businessman of the Year winner, Ro...
This work of fiction was intended for the entertainment and enjoyment by its readers. If the subject of anal stimulation and penetration is unpleasant or offensive, please read no further. If you are curious to know some of the bountiful pleasures of this form of intercourse, continue to indulge your imagination.I> ***** It was late in the evening when Ann...