"I don't know what is the matter with Kirk, he had been so happy but since he came back yesterday, he has gone into his shell again," said Sara Theobald to her husband Richard on Sunday morning. "Don't worry about it, he will be alright," replied Richard,...
I reclined in the armchair, legs over each arm, slacks thrown in the corner of the room. I savoured the salty taste of cum, deposited by a thick cock down my throat. Spillage dried on my bra and tits. The cock's owner lapped at my box. I could hear the gr...
Andy was a driving instructor, and well-known among the cottaging fraternity in North Nottingham. I had heard his name mentioned by different guys who described fantastic sexual sessions they’d had with him. He was a total bottom with a reputation for hav...
It had been more than a week since Gary Jefferson finished working at the home of Charles and Teresa Batholomew. Consequently, it had been more than a week since thirty-three-year-old Gary and fifty-nine-year-old Teresa had had sex together. Since the com...
The January of 1984 was a time that lingers in my memory. I was twenty-one years old and hadn’t long been working for the company, but I was getting to know some of my co-workers quite well. Most were young, single and outgoing, with flirting being common...
Bulge swaggers into the bar His assets viewable from afar Huge swinging dick hanging free Slapping noisily about his knee Cojones that would grace a bull Fertile, virile and jissom full His mission to impregnate Any slut who'd be his date. Tits was feelin...
I couldn't get her out of my head. Her moans were like a song on repeat. I wanted nothing more than to be with her once again. Every time I closed my eyes I could see her, feel her and taste her. By now, my trouser was getting uncomfortable with my stiff...
I'm Robbie, I've been playing football most my life and when I was sixteen I began to love it even more and since that day I've learnt to explore myself and experiment in many ways. I'll explain what happened and why I love going to footy. It was summer a...
My first encounter with a guy was in a cottage near where I lived with a girlfriend. Quite a small cottage, two cubicles, and long, divided, urinal. I was just eighteen and had left home to live in a small bed-sit. I'd been to cottages a few times but alw...
Husband and wife Phil and Sarah Crowther, both aged in their early sixties, had found that their sex life had diminished to close to nothing in recent years except when it got sparked in a certain way. The spark was discovered by accident when Sarah had c...
The boss called me into her office. There were two things wrong with that: as a newbie on the team she had never once called me into her office, and it was late and I was eager to leave. I knocked and waited, looking at the floor and impatiently hopping f...
Summer evenings are just wonderful when the breeze is low and there is still warmth in the air. The dark blue skies mould themselves into dusk and the gentle rustle of the Acer branches and leaves above my head and the smell of the freshly watered fern be...
"I've got one." "Sssshhhh." "But..." "What have I said about when I'm reading?" "I'm not to disturb you when you're reading." "What am I doing?" "You're reading, but..." "Look, how many times do I have to tell you that I really don't care about you...
The Bear on the Hill is one of my regular drinking establishments on a Friday evening. I seemed to have reserved this place in the corner consisting of a couple of chairs, a table that’s just high enough to sit under and a wonderful view of the bar. It’s...
"So you can't write dialogue." "Nope. Not at all. Rubbish at it." "Are you sure that it's can't and not don't?" "Can't, don't. Six of one and half a dozen of the other. The stories are all me, me, me. No dialogue because there's rarely a second character...
