It was an unusually hot summer day at Waterford Manor in Ireland in 1787. The cows were lying in the fields, the pigs were sleeping in the mud, and even the chickens were reluctant to leave their coop. But there was Kenneth, the yardman, out in the heat of the sun chopping down a tree in the garden that had been struck by lightning the night before. He had...
June wiped a tear from her eye as she felt the arms of her husband wrap around her. Her arms, pressed between their two bodies were trapped up near her face, her hands clasped as though in prayer. She wasn't thinking about the pressure this put on her breasts, rather she was thinking about the pain in her bottom. The pain, soothed somewhat by the comfort an...
I made my way up the stairs, Jersey, my chocolate lab in tow, sleep called out to me, every muscle in my body aching, deprived - begging for release, to relax for just a while. Not bothering with the lights, I stepped into my bedroom, unfastening my holster, gently placing it on a near by chair, my handcuffs and case next to my weapon, keys disappeared onto...
It was a shimmeringly hot summers day and my wife , daughter and her friend Jess were all on sun loungers on the lawn topless relaxing after just finished University. They were facing away from me allowing me only to get the occasional glimpse of well oiled breast between the beds. Occasionally they lent forward and let someone adjacent oil their backs. The...
Sandy was a beautiful, 32-year-old, real-estate agent in Atlanta, Georgia. She was about 5'6" tall, and weighed approximately 125 pounds. She had deep blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and an infectious smile. Her beauty and friendly manner had helped in making Sandy a very successful real-estate agent. Though she had inherited a great deal of money from her fa...
Prologue – Lingerie Shop Our next door neighbor, Madge, owned the Lingerie Shop in my home town. When her son graduated from High School, she asked if I would like his job which was a combo stock boy/janitor. Being a teenager in the early 1960's, I jumped at the chance to make $15/week. The first week I worked with Madge's son learning all the duties. I was...
This is the continuing story of an older married man's obsession with his next door neighbour and how it develops into more than both of them bargain for. Please feel free to comment on my stories and all comments, both positive and negative are welcome. Or feel free to email me comments or thoughts or ideas about stories. Part 2 - Stacey Alone Stacey smi...
Spring is always a time of hope and renewal. This had been the first time Janet had sat down at the piano since Tom had gone. It was like she had been in denial, afraid to play the melodies that had once so enraptured him, lest her emotions got the better of her and the awful pain of loneliness would consume her once again. He so used to enjoy her playing....
It was 2:00am when Margie and I got back to my apartment. We had been out all night drinking and dancing; now that she was 19 years old I could get her into the local bar. I have been dating Margie for one and a half years. I took her virginity back when she was 18 and a senior in high school. I was 23 and the manager of a convenience store when we met. We...
The rhythmic rocking of the carriage was soothing, and soon became a predictable pattern, perhaps due to an out of round wheel, or mayhap a gimp leg on one of the horses, or perhaps an uneven distribution of luggage overhead and beneath. Rain pricked at the hard exterior, the thick glass window on the door and parallel side of the carriage. This and the clo...