A tale suggested in Lit. C by a fellow author in the UK who PM'd me and suggested the idea in which I have reversed one of the genders. ***** Wicksteed's Christmas at Home. "Don't do that lads, she'll be upset," cautioned Moira with a resigned, roll eyed sigh, from the dingy kitchen, preparing a Christmas free range chicken provided free by a local charit...
It was 10.10 am on a Thursday in April. My wife was away at work in the city and wouldn't be home for another 12 hours at least; there was some big take-over bid and lots of paperwork to sort out. She was bringing cases of work papers home at the weekends too for the past two months and I hadn't really had any free time with her for ages. She was a tall, fit...
For years of ceaseless efforts and endeavour; to show my appreciation of all that he has done for our little family, the following story is true. I am a loving wife who did these things... to please him. It has been twelve full years since we pledged our troth, and made our vows in the quietest church we could find. Way out amongst the Blackdown Hills in De...
The old bed creaked as never before as Charlie Rokeby, now the fourth Baron Ashfordly ravished Mary the Rev Peasbody's youngest daughter for the third time in as many hours. "I fear I am become a wanton strumpet" she giggled. "No a willing partner, and you intact until this very forenoon, my eye what a turn up. I mistake you for a boy then we find ourselve...
INTRODUCTION In our day and age of easy labels and quick stereotyping, we tend to imagine the Victorian era in England as something of a conservative and reserved time. It is an old observation that every generation thinks it invented sex, but no people in history are seen as having been quite so sexless as the Victorians, and especially the refined society...
1976 was the hottest summer on record. My wife, Sarah, and I had been married for a year. We were midway through doing up our house, doing most of the work ourselves to save money. We decided to forgo our holiday so we could really push on with the house. However, midway through the first week, it was getting too hot to work. On Wednesday, Sarah threw a bit...
The lights were out and the corridors of the convent were silent. If you listened closely to a few of the doors soft moanings would have been heard, as nuns met with the devil. Behind one particular door was a lithe middle aged nun. This fair skinned woman was slim but with a heavy chest. This Sister Joanne knelt in the darkness by her bed and contemplated...
After several requests for more of the delectable Tracey, I've decided to write a follow-on story to; 'mindblowin'... "Oh! Father Jack, what are you doing?" "What does it look like my dear?" Tracy leant against the front door and looked up to where I stood on the stairs, at just the right height for her succulent mouth for my cock, beckoning her towards...
The despair that clouded Sharon's perceptions gradually lifted, and she even came to view her shaven-headed companions as her friends, although she was frustrated by not being able to communicate with them: her sexual tastes precluding her even from doing so in the sexual way that Sweetness did with them every night. The countryside they wandered through cha...
Peter Noakes had been the organist and choirmaster at his local parish church, St Leonards, for nearly thirty years, and had been a member in its ranks since he was eight years old. His wife had also been a choir member until she had passed away three years before from cancer. Now aged fifty, he was a tall, bespectacled man with a mane of shiny dark hair who...