Dear BumGirl,'Hirsute trucker'!!! It was a pizza delivery moped as you well know, and I really object to you describing me as 'hirsute'. Certainly, you and your assorted collective of 'hen do' harlots and horny housewives didn't seem to object to the natu...
Monday Morning I sat by the bedroom window with my laptop, rereading my article. It wasn't my best work. It was light-years from what Sylvia had asked for, but it would have to do. The woman in my bed stirred and sat up. The sheet slid off her breasts. Sh...
If she's patient, a woman can give me an amazing orgasm just by pleasuring my nipples. She can fondle them, stroke them, pinch them, pull them, kiss them, lick them, bite them, ride them, or even massage them with her own erect baby girls. I'm a post-grad...
'Like what you see?' 'I sure do.' She had a great body with breasts that were too good to be real. 'I'm spreading Nuru gel on my chest, and then I'm going to slide all over your naked body. You''ll love the feel of my breasts on your back and butt. When...
'Sorry,' I said. 'My bad. Refund or freebie?' He tells me he adores ballerinas in lingerie, so I wear nothing but a filmy negligee for his freebie. Almost nude grappling between throws keep him rock hard. Time's up. I flip him one last time, and my thig...
'Why did you quit ballet?' We were undressing for my erotic wrestling session. 'My tits were too big. Ready?' We started. In a flash she'd hip-tossed me and forced me to submit with an arm bar. Her total dominance kept my oozing cock hard for the full ho...
The Next Morning: Thursday I woke up with half an erection and a pounding headache. I was in a strange bed wedged between two bodies. A woman's hand rested on my chest, and her light breathing warmed the back of my neck. She was spooning me, just as I was...
Dympna of the Sí, is hungry. Her lover has gone west to meet the setting sun and to mourn her, she has taken no nourishment for seven full moons, one for every three years they were together. Even the fae of the otherworld must feed, and for her to feed s...
The man meanders through the heavy fog and the light drizzle. He has an umbrella, but it's cold as well as damp, and he has no coat. His heart is heavy, and he doesn't notice the weather. The wind strengthens, and the fog lightens, but the rain is heavi...
Monday Morning The easy bits were done. With my law degree tucked away in my back pocket, I'd breezed through the licensing process and earned my call to the bar. Then came the last and hardest part - finding a job. I had just started networking when my p...
The Cafe It was a glorious spring day in the west of Ireland, a perfect day for driving. It's over three hours from my granny's place in Donegal Town to Galway City and I was only about halfway home. The best little cafe in County Mayo was coming up, so i...
'Mr Wilson?' I looked up. The pretty, no, make that the beautiful nurse standing in the door of the crowded waiting room, was tall, with jet black hair and bright blue eyes that scanned the room. I put down the magazine and stood. 'That's me.' She smile...
I didn't mind the cold as we left the theatre that frigid January night, not even the little icicle fingers tearing through my shawl, my evening gown, and my bra to numb my breasts and harden my nipples. We had just been to a superb performance of an amaz...
On a warm spring day Gilbert the butler of the LeRoux mansion opened the door to the courier from the Monarchy of Clitoria’s Ministry of War. He took delivery and sighed. The urgent letter was addressed to Louis LeRoux, who he dare not interrupt for anoth...
