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Mrs. Piquet's Predilection

In 1930s Spain, a young wife is reluctant to open up

Dolores Piquet shuffled her feet nervously and ran her fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair. She was alone in the waiting room. Or at least she was the only patient if that was the right word. Was she a patient? There was nothing wrong with her. She could have walked out any minute. But she didn’t. She had to know more. The bored-looking receptionist looked up from her typewriter. “He won’t be long now,” she sai...

The Deviants of Dorchester - Episode 9: Keep Them Coming Back

As a couple concludes their raunchy sex, we see their activity as part of a bigger picture.

Joyce stood at the bed in the brightly-lit suite in the grand Dorchester Hotel, arms above her head, twirling twice as she enjoyed Winston's manly hands gliding over her hips, buttocks, and breasts. He was seated on the bed, trying to still her as she laughed teasingly. Clutching his brandy snifter with one hand, he pulled her close so that her arse nestled into his lap. As the fingers of his free hand began to cup her br...

Sensual Awakening in the 1930s

Eighteen-year-old boy and girl overcome restrictive conventions of the 1930s and doscover sensuality and sex

Life for North of Scotland children in the 1930s was strict and harsh. Due to the distorted beliefs of the time, adults were convinced that boys and girls would run amok if they were not kept apart and strictly under the thumb. Consequently, they were raised and educated separately. Corporal punishment was the usual response to even minor infractions, real or perceived, to maintain this order and encourage acceptable beha...

But, Baby, It's Cold Outside

Lena, a chorus girl enjoys a romantic Christmas night with Henry, a poor musician

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except this horny guy’s lips noisily kissing its way up my neck! Oh, and that mouse scurrying about, warmed by the fireplace, waiting to get its grubby little hands on the Chinese food leftovers we left on the table. I was sitting on Henry’s torn sofa, drinking cheap champagne from a glass he had hastily washed. He had successfully go...

West Side Gun Moll

A New York girl's Depression-era fantasy.

On a cold Saturday in February, 1975, Michelle Hanley and Judith Weinberg went to see Bonnie and Clyde at a revival house, the Cinema Village on 12th Street. The two were sophomores at the City College of New York. When they came out, they decided to walk a few blocks to a bar.Judy said, “How about the Cedar Tavern? It’s just a couple of blocks from here.”“No, let’s go to Googie’s today. It’s a little more cozy, I think.”...