It was morning, and the sky was blue. You'd think after a refreshing night's sleep I'd have been fit and raring to go, like any normal forty-something married woman with stuff needing to be done around the house. Ha ha. Instead, I continued to lie in bed, on my back, my legs apart, my knees raised, like I was in some erotic trance or something, which I supp...
WARNING DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY RELIGIOUS OR TAKE OFFENCE AT ADULT STORIES THAT DEPICT RELIGIOUS CHARACTERS. * I did not need to worry about Graham seeing the marks on my body. He was so wrapped up in his research that I was asleep before he came to bed. I cannot say I was in anyway disappointed, shamed to say, but the thought of havi...
Auditors come in many forms. An archdeacon can be worse than an IRS representative, and Divine Intervention can be all that saves your ass. A pair of luscious breasts with a huge crucifix swinging between them transfixed me. Candlelight gave them a lustrous, warm glow, and cut red glass stones embedded in the crucifix threw sparkling lights before me. Up an...
Suzi and James, as I have stated previously, are very close friends of mine. I've mentioned that a few years back, they used to own a small cabaret club, which was very busy with a fun loving atmosphere. I've explained that they would on occasions put on Burlesque nights and adult themed evenings, always with the delectable Suzi dressed to sexual perfection,...
It is winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high-class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. After a torrid affair with their leading actor, Emma, the Theatre Company Manager is stranded with a...
This is Suzi: I'm the Slut Stripper wife Part 3 reworked. * I was stroking my husbands face as he sat on the bed beside me, excited from our voyeur exhibitionist session, having just watch me take his friends two cocks. I was in a post orgasmic state of euphoria, still tingling from the delectable fucking the guys had just admonished. Both guys were washin...
I sat in my room gripping my erect cock as the pictures were displayed on my computer screen. It had taken me ages to get all the pictures but now I had I was intending to enjoy them whenever I could. The first few were all my female friends smiling and posing, the next few were from the beach, all of them in swimsuits and then came the ones I'd had to work...
As his Fucking Machines increase in popularity, George fights for his Fanny Will our working class hero George with his steam powered Cottage defeat the aristocratic prat Lord Arthur with his crumbling Mansion.? Arthur Cleghorn sat at his magnificent dining Table in his brand new red brick Mansion entertaining the Dowager Lady Maplethorpe arguably the...
Julie and I had been married five years. We had been moved, more-or-less forcibly, by my firm, from the North of England, to the Commuter-belt, semi-detached, keeping-up-with-the-Jones's-country, and all that. Our marriage was OK. If I say it lacked a certain spark, I risk a visit from the ACP (Authors' Cliché Police) but it was probably true of many five-ye...
Felicity Grahame was the 35-year-old wife of the local parson in a small English town. She had no children of her own but was a stepmother to her husbands 22 year old son from a previous marriage, the first wife had runaway with the church organist when the son Robert was only 1 year old. She had met her Husband Edward at the church fellowship and had agreed...