Sandra Small got into bed next to her husband Richard. She heard him breathing soundly & decided against waking him. She was feeling horny again & needed relief. Not that Richard was of much help in that area. Sandra dropped a hand between her legs & started rolling her clit as she fantasized about a younger man with bigger muscles & endowments. It only took...
WARNING in this part, the word 'tomatoes' will be pronounced in the British way. Steel yourselves. Yes we know it is illogical, but we just don't care! Potatoes are quite safe. ***** Chapter Fourteen Wednesday 9 December 1970 I was leaving a conference room in the Royal Bolton Hospital on the following Wednesday in December, after I had been called in t...
This is a story of one woman's odyssey of sexual submission. The previous episode opened as Mary Beth McWorter, the widow of a prominent television preacher, suffered thru a frustrating lunch with the Alabama Governor and her current master Jimmy Carson who has seized control of both she, and the profitable TV ministry she inherited from her deceased husband...
This is a long story in four parts about a young man's tour of Europe. It's not meant to be read in one sitting. As always, votes and constructive feedback are much appreciated. Part 1 My hell-raising high school years were a thing of personal adolescent legend, though like most youthful behavior the stories were far bigger than reality. At base, my reckl...
This chapter is dedicated to a group of people second to none. They have helped keep me sane in an insane time by just being themselves. I'd have to go a long way to find a community more giving than The Dawgs. Thanks guys and girls. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Jesus Christ! Tell me you're joking. Tell me that you just thought you'd yank my crank to get...
[Unlike many Loving Wives stories, I don't think this one will leave you mad, sad, or ill. I'm pretty happy with it, but I'd like to know what other folks think. Please leave feedback and comments. Thanks for reading.] "I'm George, but my friends call me Cam," he said to the middle aged man sitting at the lunch counter next to him. "Camp?" "No, Cam, w...
Part III Karen Chapter 11 After spending nearly a week at the family mansion in Westchester, north of New York City, most nights with Cheryl, her belly demonstratively rounded by our child and, to me, looking all the more beautiful because of it, with a certain subtle maternal glow, Pat joining us for the last couple nights, visiting us from much farther...
I wrapped my arms around Sophie and squeezed her tight as I shot my load inside her. She was perfect; large breasts a peachy rear all in a pale curvy frame, her long brown hair framed her big welcoming eyes gleamed up at me. I didn't deserve her. I sighed heavily and sank into her as she smiled and gently stroked my hair. I had failed her again, I knew it,...
Mud and Magic VIII Breaking Point Author's Notes: This chapter wouldn't have been possible without my lady love, beta reader Thornfoote and my faithful editor bikoukumori. For your help, support, input and tireless editing passes I offer my thanks. All participants in sexual activities are adults in their respective species. Even the goblin. * * * * L...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Flood tide: The period between the low tide and rising of the water to high tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him. He...