Titled nobility in the United Kingdom comprises five ranks, which are, in descending order, duke, marquess, earl, viscount, and baron. My title is Baron Robert Sinclair of Cleeve in the County of Somerset. It was created in January 1957 for the businessman and public servant, Robert Sinclair. He served as President of the Imperial Tobacco Company and Director-General of Army Requirements at the War Office from 1939 to 194...

Reeon tried to play it cool as he slowly got up. She stepped out of the way, then slapped his butt, once in the bedroom, Reeon felt four hands grab him and turn him around, two on his wrist, two on his hips, with a force he wasn’t prepared for, that almost spun him off his feet. “You better be ready.” He looked down at the short woman, she gave him a smile. “Don’t be nervous now.” “I’m not.” He went for her top breast and...

Part 3 Viktor handed the bong to Inga, who took several big hits before passing it to me. She then settled into the armchair across from us, sliding back and draping her legs over the arms. I followed her lead, inhaling the cool, smooth vapour and holding it in as long as I could before exhaling. It wasn't long before the high started to kick in; colours became vivid, everything looked incredible, and I felt amazing. I sl...

“I’ll be back in a few minutes; I just need to check on something,” Jon left me alone reading a Tintin adventure book in our shared bedroom. I was surprised by how long he had been gone and wondered what was keeping him. Then it hit me—he must have gone to talk to his mom about our conversations by the river. Did she need his approval to pursue me? I quietly left our room and headed towards his parents' bedroom, where I c...

Reflecting on the 1970s through rose-tinted spectacles, it's clear that it was a blissfully innocent time for kids to come of age, with a charming naivety about the world. No personal computers, no cell phones, no internet—just good old-fashioned, do-it-yourself entertainment for simpler times. My sexual awakening began that summer during a holiday in Norfolk, where I stayed with Jon's family in their quaint old barn conv...

I’m lucky to have great neighbours: apart from the ones at the back. Lloyd is a fat guy in his 50s. Somehow he got Linda, a busty 30s Glaswegian and together they have a pair of noisy and rude teenagers. It was a hot Australian Christmas Eve and I’d been stripping the crappy living room carpet all day. Sadly, the brats next door decided to dump logs into my garden for fun. Each time, they’d throw them over the fence, and...

My breasts are naturally big for my body type and I’m constantly catching younger men looking. Whether I’m buying chilis and gelato at FoodWorld, browsing physiology texts at the library, or shopping for a new skirt downtown, if I’m mid-stride, their pupils are magnets and my nipples are the North Pole. Fridays, I wear a tight shirt with thin material and a transparent bra to make sure the boys have a clear view of my gir...

The Mojave Desert Though thought to be arid and lifeless, the Mojave held many secrets. With Vegas and its outwardly spreading fingers, it served a purpose: to contain the city's sins and hide the evidence. However, for whatever reason, the desert coughed this one up. Detective Aiden West rested on his haunches and surveyed the corpse—or what was left of it. Unfortunately, the vultures had been the first to discover him....