3: Sister Catherine and the Cane."By Jove," thought Reginald Biggs to himself, "Mrs. Pew doesn't half have a backside on her and no mistake." He put on his best smile as the lady in question came up to him with her world-weary husband in tow. The poor sod...
2: Anal Annie and Her Amazing Anus."THE LUBE, MR BAXTER," yelped Annie in alarm, "USE MORE LUBE!!"The young woman grabbed the white pillow at each end, scrunched it up, and buried her grimacing face into it as she felt the man wriggling around above and b...
1: Bottoms for Hire.Thirty-two Winchester Road sat just off the main bypass heading into the West End of London where small businesses and retailers of all shapes and sizes went about their trade. Today was the 20th of November and a steady drizzle fell f...
6: Pussy galore.For some reason, the final session of the week with all four of us together was to take place at my bungalow; which wasn't the original plan at all. But, well, things, you know, kind of just ended up happening this way. The distractions of...
5: Angie and Ben.Angie lay on her bed watching as I got dressed. It had gone ten and I was getting ready to head home and get some much-needed rest."What?" I smiled as I looked at her lying there with her chin resting in her hands."Oh, nothing," she repli...
Tuesday. The day after the day before.Autumn had settled in. Nature was preparing for hibernation and the landscape was cast in strewn shades of burnished copper. The air was crisp this morning as I walked along a gravel path that wound its way through th...
Part 3. Ruth and Ben.The four of us sat around Sharon's kitchen table working out our new routine for the coming week. A couple of days had passed since the first session and yesterday had me flat out on my sofa recovering from our little adventure.Angie,...
Part 2:With age comes grace dressed as wit and worn with experience.The imagination is a wonderful thing. She is a blank canvas upon which you can paint the day dreams that float through your mind. Sexual imagination is the emotion that speaks to each of...
Death is not only the mother of beauty as the poem goes but also the mother of opportunity...So it was with the passing of a favorite Aunt who left this mortal realm one damp Autumn morning in October. The mourning days passed as my mother grieved for a b...
6: The End of Days.That most wonderful of weekends faded into a memory as Monday morning ticked around to signal the beginning of another College week. As usual, I was up and about getting ready and sorting out all the things I needed for the day ahead. W...
5: Her port in any storm.The tide had turned, with the sea lapping at our bare feet as we walked hand in hand along the shoreline towards the stone jetty, where children played and boats were moored.Rick stopped and raised his hand to shield his eyes from...
4: Dominus Domina.The half moon sat artfully in the night sky, casting its pale light into my room as I lay on my bed, staring up at the shadows it cast.Both my hands were gently stroking either side of my sex as the events of the day fed my imagination a...
3: The passion flower.The bus pulled into the college stop and I gathered my things together to get off and head in for the first lesson of the week. It was Monday and the first hint of Autumn was in the air.Despite the bustle of students around me going...
Part 2.It was Saturday afternoon and I was back scrabbling in my wardrobe with my mom standing outside watching me."A date?" she asked, surprised. I could tell she was slightly concerned with this sudden change in our routine.I came out grasping a black s...
1: The heart wants what the heart desires.His penis was the first proper penis I ever saw.We stood opposite each other at the bottom of the bed as I watched him slowly remove the last item of his clothing and nervously stand before me as he clasped his ha...
