Dianna, Lynn, and I were close friends. We were a sort of three Musketeers: we hung out together, we drank, we hiked together, we paddled sea kayaks together. Lynn was my wife; Dianna often joked that she was my second wife. Sure, I would say, all of the headaches and none of the pleasure. Lynn and I were a match made in heaven. Everything in life that was...
In the last story, Sarah and Insemination, our protagonist, Sarah, had worked a couple of days for a cattle inseminator where she was taken aback not only at the male equipment of bulls, but by Doug, the head of the company that she worked for. After almost having sex with him in the shower she became intimidated, declined his advances, and quit. However, th...
Authors note: This story is about a critical time in my life. I found and fucked then parted from the love of my life. It's quite a long story. I know that some readers do not like long narratives so I have broken it down into four parts. You can read them all in one go or in bite sized chunks. It's up to you. Cat x * Mum you promised you'd come and wat...
My boyfriend has a fantasy, of me and him partaking in a threesome, with another man. He likes the thought of me, a petite, innocent looking female, being extremely dirty and raunchy. So here is a story I wrote especially for him. My boyfriend, Tim, and I had decided to get away from the hustle and bustle and stress of daily life and were taking a holiday o...
Beatrice – my first experience of "dogging" When Ed and I were twenty-two, we were working in a local garden centre to get some money for a vacation after finishing college. The rest of the work force was mainly female from girls to older married women earning some pin money. We tended to get all the dirtier heavier jobs but also more overtime and a bit of...
Mulligans is the sort of pub you'd keep a secret. Warm and snug, the soft light embracing dark brown wood, and a pint of Guinness that's only Nectar of the Gods. In a hectic world of pace and change, it remains sober, steadfast and demure. "Holy Christ," he says with feeling, as the Barman places a frothy pint within his grasp. I drag my eyes from the raci...
A Girl called Areola and her sister called Beaver by Vanessa Evans As usual, it's best if you read the earlier parts before this one. * Part 07 There was a little pause during which I had no idea what was happening (everyone was behind us) but then I heard Mr. Palmer say, "Girls, please turn over, lay along the table, put your hands behind your heads a...
(It was the autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my new hobby of bird watching. In the grounds of Spathford Grange Academy for Girls I had been captured by five pretty 19 year old girls named Ingrid, Kasandra, Emily, Norika and Sarah. They had stripped me naked and had begun taking an interest in 'facesitting' me in their dormitory and mak...
Copyright © merf68. Please respect copyright. This story is entirely fictional, any similarity to people or places is purely co-incidental. ~oOo~ I had called a family conference to discuss my future - which university? My grades were good enough to give me quite a wide selection, the main problem was financial. I was very reluctant to start my life with...
"Okay guys, I've gotta pee, I'll be back." Lily got up, sliding her feet into the wellies by the door and pulling on a raincoat. "Hey, I'll come with you," called Jack, moving out of the circle of their friends to hold the door open. The darkness outside was almost absolute with only the stars and the moon lighting the campsite. Lily fumbled her torch out...