Well eight months ago my laptop froze and wouldn't perform any operations, I had to send two urgent E mails off to my boss. Then I remembered that in a box, in the garage, we had kept some old phones and an my wife's old laptop which I dug out and put on charge while I made a coffee. Then after about fifteen minutes I switched it on, it sprung into life an...
Brian awoke and rubbed his eyes. It was the last Saturday before New Year. The time on the clock radio registered 9.27. Noticing that Anne's side of the bed was empty he remembered her muttering something during their bedtime pillow chat the previous evening about nipping into town early to take advantage of the sales. Knowing how much he hated shopping she'...
In the darkness, Aimee laid awake feeling pressure on her bladder and a wetness between her tan legs. She had the whole king-size bed to herself because her fiancé, Clark, had gone a business trip. However, it wasn't as fun as Aimee thought it would be. She was being punished for cumming without permission a few nights ago so that meant no playing with herse...
Dr. Ellen Hull PhD sat in her office reviewing her schedule and enjoying the fluffy bulge between her legs. Wearing John's bikini underwear energized her lubricious imagination and allowed her to spend without worrying about wetting through her outer clothes. That asexual bulge, pressing and chafing her stiff clitoris, along with molding her spongy panty mat...
Her name is Kathleen, but her lover calls her Kitty. She is a woman, mature and experienced of life, with lines on her face left by trials over the years – marriage, children arriving, children leaving, and children coming back. And then divorce, loneliness, but a gradual return to strength. She is not one to give up. But some of those lines, in fact, are fr...
I always loved hot nights... we usually only get them in August, but occasionally they come earlier in the year. It is a hot still evening, when you can feel a slight breeze, or a hot caressing wind. The setting is in a yard, on the patio... We are sitting having a drink, this man and me. Who knows, perhaps it's you? We're talking and getting to know one a...
Samantha hitched up her skirt, squatted down by the side of the country road and waited. She was dying for a pee, but she was determined to wait until someone passed. Ideally it should be a cyclist; a car would pass so quickly the driver would only get a glimpse of what she was doing and if a pedestrian appeared she could not justify squatting in a pissing p...
He lived a couple of apartments down from me. I used to try to run into him in the hallways and one night, I ran into him in the laundry room. I was washing my work outfits, which basically meant loads of lingerie. I had dumped my bag out on the folding table and was sorting them out by color when he came in with a load of his own clothes. 'Jackpot,' I thou...
(Fay is 23 years-old with tumbles of ginger curls, pale blue eyes and huge, 32FF boobs. This story continues a year after the last 11, so no need to read them unless you want to! And if you'd like to know more about Steph or Sammy, I highly recommend you do an author search for mjmurra – characters used lovingly and with permission) Fay walked out of the...
"I Digress." We could lay beside each other: A uniform complement. White blouse, red tartan skirt: Brilliant color subdued in the light of a dancing flame: A flame of a solitary bedside candle. We would hold hands: Interlacing fingers, and looking, deep into each other's eyes. Yes, I would remember those eyes. You might lounge on your side: I would l...