The Sisterhood When I read this story, I saw a slightly different direction. The Sisterhood itself, so intrinsic to the story, got short shrift. Slow _n_Gentle graciously allowed me to use his toys. Many thanks to him and I hope he feels he got them back in the same condition in which he loaned them. This story dovetails into "Revolt of the Nerd' and "The...
There are no graphic sex scenes in this story. Your constructive comments and emails are more than welcome and very much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my work. Please enjoy the story. ****************** "Charley Best, just the man I want to talk to," my boss said on Monday coming into my office. By the way I'm Charle...
I met Sandy when I was in my final year of college. She was a sophomore and doing more partying than studying at the time. We ran in the same circles and saw each other at most frat parties, even though neither one of us belonged to either a fraternity or sorority. She was usually with one guy or another and I didn't pay her much mind other than to wonder wh...
John Thornton was tired after a long day of arguing with the company's consultants and accountants about its export plan. Melbourne was cold and wet. He had finished about six o'clock PM and knew that he would miss the 6:05 express to Deniliquin almost the best train of the day as its first stop was Bendigo where he lived. The next train home didn't leave Sp...
The girl on the beach was walking away from me when I first noticed her. Hard not to be drawn to firm young tanned hips shifting asymmetrically as each foot found uneven purchase in the sand. Her ass looked like two kittens wrestling in a sack. Though there was no sack - just a faint hint of neon green thong back strap peeking out of the deep crevice between...
This story is founded on fact and I can strongly recommend the Swan at Southwold. Comments gratefully received as usual and if anyone wants further news of me and Pushpam and an invitation to the wedding just feedback as usual. Pushpam was a fairly new recruit at work and really gorgeous. Indian with soft brown skin. A lovely face, and long legs that would...
I was never under any illusions. She liked men. She liked to be loved - physically and unequivocally. Anything else was just filling in her time. Her true joy always was in having her ever trembling little dooverlackie stuffed and stimulated by a raging instrument of joy. I was under no illusions. For Sara's twenty-second birthday, her husband – yes, she w...
It was just after midnight, Clair and her husband were spooning in bed. Clair felt Dave's hard cock in the crack of her ass. She liked the feeling of her man being close. Dave moved his arms around her body and kissed the back of her neck. His hands moved down to her breasts and manipulated her nipples hoping that she would turn around. Clair finally gave in...
I sat in my sleeper compartment as the train carried me inexorably towards oblivion, a place where I could make the choice between starting a new life, and ending this one before that could happen. I was not just running away from my old life, I was running away from my old memories, old hurts. Okay, so I'm a coward, what's wrong with that? Someone once sai...
This story follows the life of London Ambulance driver, Norma Walker, and Sergeant James Rogers of the Royal Engineers, through the Second World War and its aftermath. Norma and James meet the King and Queen, have their bravery recognized and meet each other's parents. Then transfers and training force them to part, so they are able to be together only occas...