One story that I have never told anyone, is about my younger brother and his wife. They had been married just one month when this incident in our lives occurred. It was on a Friday night and I was visiting them at their home. They lived about 10 miles from town. We decided to go
Berkley furniture was a manufacturer of fine hand made wood furniture and Alec Conyers was one of those who did the making. He was fifty years old, tall, strong with big hands that looked clumsy but were in fact very delicate and skilled with wood. His speciality was work on hand carving table and chair
he hurried along the path on her way home; the sky was getting darker and darker. The wind started to gust as she heard the roar of distant thunder. `Seems like we are in for a storm’ she thought to herself `a welcome relief – it will clear the mugginess in the air’. She hoped
It suddenly occurred to me that I told her too much. With her new knowledge she had power over me. How did she mean to use it? I wondered. “You’re not gonna make me your Bitch now, are you?” I blurted. I still wanted to eat her front and back but I was scared I
Jimmy Martin was kicking a small rock along in front of him as he slowly walked down the street with his twin sister, Amy. The two kids had gone over to the local playground for the afternoon, but, finding no other children there, they were reluctantly ambling back to their uncle’s house. Because their parents
A pot of gold. Well you would think so if you were a Leprecaun. The woman lay tossing restlessly in her bed. The sheets pulled back to reveal, her breasts, and the cool March air from the open window, perked up the nipples. The small man, only in stature, watched as the eyelids flickered and
“Let’s seduce her,” Justine said with a twinkle in her eye. I choked on my drink. Justine smiled, lightly patting me on the back as I coughed and spluttered for a few seconds. “Sorry?” I finally managed to gasp, not sure quite sure if I had heard her correctly. “I think we should seduce her,”
I’d been working there for a year or so when Carol was hired. The company was growing fast and she, and earlier I, were among a number of new web developers we brought on. I was more into the coding side of the job and she was an accomplished graphic artist though we both shared
My on air Greek Goddess hadn’t been around much lately busy with her on air duties plus being with her family I know not to bother her she’ll get in touch with me. Last night I’m sitting home my phone rings it’s my goddess… sorry I haven’t been around I’ve been really busy that’s ok
Kitten skated home lazily. She wasn’t in any hurry so there was no need to rush. Besides, the plug wedged firmly in her young rectum made vigorous roller-blading unpleasant. She was taking her time, mentally going over her day and allowing the pleasant memories to get her excited. Of course the plug helped a bit
Boredom was my biggest enemy, my nemesis I would say. I spent most of my time battling this foe that crept up everyday as sure as the sun rose. I soaped my body twice and brushed my teeth until I couldn’t hold the foam any longer. I cursed that my sleep no longer cradled me
Samantha stared blankly at the trade magazine in her lap, the words swimming randomly in front of her eyes like drops of rain rolling up a windshield coated with Rain-X. She hated these late-night conference calls with the Hong Kong office. They were so unproductive lately. Everyone was still nervous about the Chinese. Not that
If you were to ask Frank Kazarra what he thought about the building, ten to one he’d say “Magnifico!” But he’s biased! He not only owns it, he also built it. The six-story edifice is on the corner of Classic Place and Manor Avenue. It is officially called The Kazarra Apartments but the tenants refer
It was ten-thirty on a beautiful April morning when Conchi Thorne, the woman in Apartment 6-B, looked at her nude self in the bathroom mirror. She was preparing herself for Keith Broys who would come to her at eleven. Her breasts showed fair and firm in the long mirror; coral tipped and slightly aquiver in
In the course of history, bestial practices have not only been a private pastime but in various places and times have played a part in religious rituals, witchcraft rites, and public spectacles for the titillation of the masses. It is hardly surprising that the ancient Romans who made a arena spectacle out of everything from