June wiped a tear from her eye as she felt the arms of her husband wrap around her. Her arms, pressed between their two bodies were trapped up near her face, her hands clasped as though in prayer. She wasn't thinking about the pressure this put on her breasts, rather she was thinking about the pain in her bottom. The pain, soothed somewhat by the comfort an...
One hot summer afternoon, with the air soft and heavy on her skin, while crickets rattled thickly in the trees outside, Anna sat on the washing machine as it finished its spin cycle and felt the vibrations shake their way up through her body. She was close. She was very close, when Danny came home and caught her. She didn't hear the door. She didn't hear h...
In this story, a mentally-challenged person is taken advantage of. This is completely a work of fiction and means no disrespect to anybody with any kind of disability. I strongly advocate that no person, healthy or otherwise, should ever be taken advantage of. ***** In the 19th century, Mark Baker might have been flogged out of New York as the village idio...
He caught her from behind, his arms around her waist, his hands sliding down the smooth satin of her chemise, over her taut stomach to nestle between her thighs. Nibbling on the back of her neck, making his way to her earlobe, his tongue flickered at it, reminiscent of the actions his tongue took last night as she lay on their large bed, limbs splayed. Smi...
I was only half listening to the news. The correspondent's voice rose and fell pleasantly, his speech punctuated from time to time by my husband's animal-like grunts and snores as he slept off his dinner. I could see him from where I was standing in the kitchen; the Daily Sport lay open and tented above his belly which hung a good three inches over the waist...
It was an early Wednesday...laundry day. Dana usually used those hours spent in the laundromat as time to herself, away from the distractions of roommates and the incessantly ringing telephone. Today was going to be different, though, she realized as she entered the steamy building. There was only one other person there, sprawled casually in one of the pla...
I was at home waiting for the washing machine repairman to come around. My beloved husband had been washing something and all of a sudden, instead of a swish, swish, of clothes swirling about inside the washing machine, there was a grinding, clunking noise, followed first by silence, then by a gushing sound as the washing machine released all the water insid...
A dark and heavy cloud had hovered for days, although patches of sunlight appeared spontaneously through the short breaks. A pile of washing begging for me to attend can wait for now. What the hell it's Saturday, time for a coffee and read up on what's news.... I glance at the wall clock, and surprise myself by seeing that the morning is almost over, the d...
The garage is dark when I go in and I'm reaching for the light cord when something catches my attention. Not a sound - I can't hear over the noise of the washing machine's spin cycle, perhaps not even a glimpse but some sense is telling me that I'm not alone. I go still and try to quiet my breathing. I'm completely alert and my heart's pounding - adrenalin...
Washday Blues. Kat's hair, lush as it was, couldn't hide her breasts as they shuddered like jello. It wasn't just her bosom, but that was the first part of her that Matt's gaze took in. Predictable really. Her belly quivered too, the deep well of her navel passed briefly under his scrutiny as he followed her body down to the patch of thatch between her spr...