Everyone in the hut was in high spirits that morning. They sat down to a hearty breakfast and discussed the best way for Meg to travel to see the Lady of the Valley. At this point Shandalar and Saria entered the hut. Saria was carrying a bag. "We have a bag you can use to carry your provisions. We will pack some food and water when you are ready to go," sa...
Chapter 1 - The Legend ((Disclaimer: Fair warning, This story, while eventually will turn erotic, starts out telling a story, as any good story teller will do, sets you up with a history, a back ground something to chew on. I promise though that if you stick with me you will not be disappointed. Also the legends and people in this story are of my own creati...
Ch. 03: Pam gets a few surprises on the 4th of July: Tuesday Bob awoke to the smell of fresh coffee. Once he rolled out of bed, Pam was already sitting at the small table sipping her coffee. Bob joined her after pouring his own cup. "So what's on the agenda today, lovely lady?" "Did you want to go for breakfast this morning?" "Yeah, sure. They make an aw...
Angry Yes, I'm angry. Angry at myself because I can't resist giving in to that dominate lust I experienced after years. It's that strong, that common sense is overpowered by the urge. Weekly now my ugly, fat old black body is the possessing of a young white stranger with a horny obsessing for it. I think it's an unhealthy desire and also cannot believe this...
The old woman had her hands on the crystal ball when John began to sob. The man was about thirty-five years old and his body was still as a child. His appearance denoted a kind of weakness characteristic of born losers. His hair was greasy and combed with a ridiculous care. -I do not attract women, I can not get close to them. Help me, please. "The litt...
Thank you loyal followers and welcome new readers. If you like what you read please VOTE and COMMENT. I love to know the stories are appreciated. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jocelyn Handcock was a dreadful, prudish old woman. In her twenties and thirties, when ev...
HIPPY ALICE IN DELLSLAND After a few chilly damp days wandering around the Wisconsin Dells area and playing our tittie games, mostly inside, we woke up to a bright, sunny, warm morning. In mid Wisconsin in mid October it is often dreary, chilly, and cool days, and near freezing at night. Short version. In the mid-1970's things were still not overly commer...
Let me take a moment to thank al those who have written to me, sent pictures and e-mails. I want to thank ladies and the few married couples first. I think it is wonderful that mature couples can read my stories and get a warm glow that last thru out the day. I have made friends with a lady near my age that is also a widow. We have much in common and are g...
When I was in my late 20s, I had a 22-year-old girlfriend, Gina, who soon after we met, started rooming with a much older woman, Grace, in her late 50s, maybe even 60 or beyond. It was just a coincidence that she was the mother of an old acquaintance of mine who'd long ago moved out of state, and I'd met her many years before, when he and I went to prep scho...
The gentleman sat in his old dressing gown. Woollen and tied with a cord. It hung a little open and through that opening stood his even older penis. He was anything but a young man. Beside his armchair stood a small and round mahogany drinks-stand with a single glass of chilled Chablis. If the truth be told, the gentleman was settling in for a pleasant eve...