Author's note: This account contains straight sex, only. It's a continuation of the series involving Tara, Bryan and myself. If you haven't read previous chapters, the series is an archive of our five-year relationship. I love to hear from readers, so please let me know what you think. ****** "Sweetie, I need some photography help." "What with?" "Well, i...
I stopped the car at the front of the house, turned off the engine and looked at the clock. Quarter to eleven. "Not bad," I mumbled. It had taken me two and three-quarter hours to drive from my flat in Chester to his house somewhere north of Lancaster. Actually it had taken two and a half hours to get to the gate and another fifteen minutes to get up the p...
I picked up the phone without noticing the caller i.d. "Hello, Gerald speaking" A voice at the other end said, "It's Mike." I was stunned that Mike had made contact so quickly as I thought he had felt guilty about our last meeting. "Hello Mike, I didn't expect to hear from you so soon." He said, "I needed to speak to you again as I've done nothing but...
The Boxing Day walk had been an excuse to extract Emily from the ancestral pile, before her graceless behaviour and cutting remarks placed any further demands on the seasonal goodwill of kith and kin. Now, as she trudged ahead, up through the bare wood of tortured hornbeam coppice and straight thick sessile oak, her rubber wellingtons pulling against the dee...
In an earlier story, Does Mark Have a Fetish?, Eileen had accused Mark of having a rubber boot fetish, which he did but was loathe to admit it. It would have been safe to say that Eileen was hardly enthusiastic about wearing wellies herself, but on that same rainy day had gone to the mall and found a stylish pair and bought them. In a naughty frame of mind s...
Bryan had to work over the weekend and Tara needed a little help with their garden. Without any hesitation, I arrived just after lunch...I kind'a knew it would likely lead to something more...it always did. It had been a long weekend so I was really happy when I was able to sneak away a little earlier than usual. We had just gotten an inch or two and it wa...
Lucia clutched her vintage plaid-print Thermos. She wanted desperately to take a swig of the peppermint-schnapps-laced hot chocolate within it to fortify herself against the cold outside the truck, but instead she watched the scenery pass by the window as her fiancé, Dean, drove down the rural highway. Hell, she needed to fortify herself against the guy sit...
The pub kitchen was silent. "Would you stop what you are doing and look at me Sean!" Sean Danaher saw the tears welling in Mary Brenna's eyes. They were standing in the kitchen. A dozen yards away the bar was busy with regular customers out for dinner or for just a few beers. It was the village's social focal point; from the football and horse racing club...
Hi! I just thought I would share more of my escapades with Frank, my elderly neighbor. As I have previously told you all, we had passed the teasing stage and Frank and I had been having a little bit of fun together, within the parameters set by my husband. I had been going down to his apartment for a goodnight kiss and fondle before coming back up to get...
All I said was we are going for a walk and to wear wellies. We’ve done this plenty of times before, it practically was part of our ritual now. Before sexual fun, before floggings, before being bound, before sucking my cock, a walk to clear the mind, refresh the spirit and ensure we were ready for the intense repeated couplings that came after. We walked dow...