It was a better than average day at the Riding Shop, but it was Black Friday. The store had been on Main Street for nine months and had barely hung on. In spite of being a small city not far from a few horse farms and the country club where there were horse stables and riding lessons for teenagers, the store that specialized in riding boots, jodhpurs, breech...
The Americans onomatopoetically call it a queef, while us Brits, charmingly refer to it as a fanny fart, this elusive and frequently embarrassing raspberry blown from the female genitalia is seldom heard by most of us men, and even more seldom discussed. But none the less, I would be willing to place any amount of monies on the fact that I am not the only ch...
**The following is a messy fetish story. It contains mud, muck unwashed-ness and general grossness. So if that's not your thing skip it. If it is, keep going** * Savannah sighed as she got into the airport. It was deep in South America. She was looking to find some jungle ruins, explore go into the wilderness, all on her lonesome. However as she waited lon...
It actually was my high school reunion. I don't know how I agreed to come here, but I did. Nearly 30 years, man we're all older. I had to be on the coast for business, those high school friends I'm still in touch with from the Northwest, upstate New York, Michigan, and midtown all agreed we should go to this one. We had a fairly good time during the cockta...
I sucked on her befouled hand, the fingers shimmering with KY and a smear of her shit stain. I placed her on her back and leaned over to kiss her again, nuzzling her neck and massaging those gorgeous tits. My hands pushed her legs high and bent them back over her head. "Now love, try to keep these high," I whispered. I kissed her cunt and began licking th...
There were different 'suites' in the Ironwood Mansion, specially designed to my specifications, for enacting my various sexual fantasies in. I was presently on my way to the 'Secretarial Suite' to meet one Candy Apple, a new tryout to become part of my harem of girls. I hadn't seen her yet, but Duke, one of my best Girl Recruiters, had told me she was a knoc...
Ivy was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Caroline knocked on the door the next morning. She answered it and Caroline walked in holding a brown paper package. She set it down on the table. "This is for you, but wait to open it until after breakfast." She sat down at the table and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing much of her cleavage. She fanned herself....
Luna looked at the step counter on her wrist and it read '740 Steps!" That was 40 steps above the step schedule for that morning. Being a work-out coach had gotten her used to that daily routine, she wouldn't even feel complete without it. She turned to the home direction and started jogging back. Like many other fitness coaches, she looks very fit and stu...
I was looking for sunscreen at the supermarket in town. I was on vacation, and had to travel a half hour by bus to get to a decent sized store to buy things. The sun on the beach had proved to be much stronger than I had expected it, and my sun-burnt skin was in desperate need of protection. A girl shop assistant appeared to help me. She looked Japanese, al...
"Now, Henry, tell me some more about how your wife finds you inadequate in bed," Rosetta pushed, adjusting her enormous rump in her specially designed leather chair. She was very interested in getting deep into the psyche of this client. A very small man, only about 100 lbs, he was slightly intimidated by the African-American amazon with hips nearly as wide...