Lady Arlen wore her new gown to Easter mass. Made of a thin silk, she shivered in the cold glare of the old stone chapel. The chapel was built from the local bedrock—the same stone used for the stretch of Hadrian's wall that lay in her husband's barony, and thus held no warmth in the April noon. Lord Arlen had never been a religious man, and jilted mass in f...
When Linda decided to go overseas, Kelly and I decided it was now or never. My lovely wife and I had been fantasising about my delicious ex for years, but over the past year Kelly had been more willing to explore the idea. And hey, who was I to object. Both girls were shorter than average and curvy, with large breasts, smooth white skin and not quite should...
It was a warm fall day, and Indian summer type of day, and one of the last days to enjoy being outside and taking advantage of traditional summer activities in the Midwest. I had fallen asleep in my bedroom, a combination of a warm breeze and boring book being the sedative. In addition, I had just returned from a long bike ride, having taken my car to shop,...
As we drove towards town, the sun was shining blissfully. Despite the fact that it was only 10am, it was already hot and the day promised to be a scorcher. My wife, Helen, had persuaded me to give up my Saturday off and take her shopping. I moaned, but knew that when Helen had set her mind on something, there was little that was going to stop her doing what...
I had been waiting for some time to meet a cross dresser I had encounters on the net. Our frequent chats online invariably ended with us being unable to co-ordinate our free time and ended in frustration at our failure to meet and satisfy our cravings. Eventually a time and date were set and I spent the intervening time in eager anticipation of our meeting....
In my area—and I suspect in yours—the local news regularly runs stories of prostitution "stings." In case you are not familiar with them, they work like this: female police officers pose as prostitutes. They may walk a street "known" for prostitution (which in my city means you may find, at most, a dozen down-and-out, drug-addicted women on a busy night, plu...
I was standing by the front door, stark naked, where JT had left me a few minutes earlier. My hands were tied behind my back with a course rope. There was a pink peg on each of my protruding nipples. Drops of wetness were trickling down from my thick, black pubic hair. Slowly rocking from side to side, I was trying to rub my pussy against my thighs, so horny...
She sat on the veranda taking in her cool, fibrous menthol cigarette with collected, thin hands. Red nails on opposite hand tapped absently on weathered end table glossed with a haze of ash. Her pinned, voluminous black hair could stand repair as silky fly-aways tossed about viciously in a fall breeze just as it were to toss blandly colored oak leaves across...
Pt. IV: Payback Time When Martin stepped out of the airport, he was surprised to see that Rosa was not there. He called up and found a message on the answering machine, telling him to reach home. He was a bit put off. The two residents from England had given him enough pleasure for the first three days. Then they found an old friend and had left him all alo...
I did not feel like sitting at home watching TV that Saturday night, especially with my wife on the warpath. She and I were not on the best of terms and were trying very hard not to cross each other's paths. An argument over some trivial thing had escalated into full-scale warfare. I had to get out of the line of fire for awhile. I was going through my coun...