Death of the Jaguar The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the desolate road that stretched endlessly before Lady Emma and Baron Alexander John of Whiousqmoran. Their vintage car, a once proud and gleaming symbol of wealth and power, now sat lifeless on the side of the road, as if it too had succumbed to the passage of time. "Damn this blasted machine," muttered Alex, his wrinkled hands gripping th...

Washing the muck and grime from my hands, I was feeling pretty good about myself.  A man had brought a car into the garage, saying his gearbox had gone to the shitter and he could get only two of the five gears. Having been given the job by my boss, I started working on it after lunch, convinced it would be a late one. However, Lady Luck was on my side and it turned out to be an easy fix. Tightening the last nut, I looked...

Love? Oh, yes. Don’t count the years. Count all the good things. Memories, flash like comets Fired from some ethereal cannon. No need to light a magic fuse. Just seeing my lady in her armchair Lovely lips smiling ‘neath silvered hair, A smile, that draws me back A long-gone seventy-two years Our first youthful party kiss, warm and gentle Her head moved back to smile, I caught that smile And kept it, hidden for a while. Lo...

"Timothy, no. I don't have ti," Marie's complaint was cut short. She was still getting used to Timothy's youthful eagerness and energy. Adjusting from not having a man for ten years of what seemed a permanently hard cock pointing at her, took some getting used to. It was only a few minutes since Timothy was grunting and filling Marie with his cream, and he was ready again. When he arrived, Marie had warned Timothy he coul...

Central to the debate on the importance of Mrs. Brassington’s suspenders in her ability to make me hard was a rattle-trap thigh-slap black-lace strap that progressed in sequence almost faster than I could pump myself off. I love an angry woman. Mrs. Brassington’s mouth stretched and flapped with rapid disapproval as she took the replacement garment from the pretty blonde girl in the white blouse who blushed helplessly thr...

Astari– Part One Everything hurt as Matthew de Lacey was making his way back to his tent. His arms and legs were aching, his head hurt even more where the mace had struck his helm and his pride hurt most of all. Defeat was a difficult drink to swallow, had Matthew expected to win the tourney? ‘Yes’, a part of him was saying, he was thrice the fighter than each of his opponents and he knew it well. He had surely demonstrat...

After my encounter on the train, life descended back to the boring, crushing experience of the daily commute to London. There has to be more to life than just work, travel and sleep, I thought. I was young and in need of a girlfriend. However as I was at the bottom of the earnings ladder of the company, the thought of one of the personal assistants were way off. Only those with six figure salaries need apply was the gener...

Four years had passed since St. Albans, and the small battle there between the House of York and House Lancaster on 22nd May 1455, where the Yorkists triumphed over the Lancaster army based there and captured King Henry VI in the battle. Bartand and Lady Lott "Pixie" had evaded Yorkist forces and safely made it back to Lancaster controlled lands.There they made their goodbyes, hoping and intending to meet once more when M...

The phrase Everything happens for a reason constantly shot through John mind as he tossed and turned in his king sized bed. He was under the impression that something bad was going to happen. Everything finally started to make sense. He was so stupid. He assumed the girls were trying to blackmail him. That seemed like the only logical explanation for two hot 18-year-olds lusting after him and taking pictures of it. He was...

"Hey Mr. L, have you seen Carmyn?" Justine asked as she stood in the doorway of his study."No! She's not in here! I haven't seen her!" John lied, as he knew where Carmyn was. Under his desk, softly caressing his erect penis as he tried not to moan in front of Justine.Justine eyed him suspiciously. John smiled, trying to appear innocent. He wished she would leave, so the moans he held inside could surface. Justine began to...

John's bedroom door opened. Though the moonlight from his window,there stood the curvaceous young blonde Carmyn in her pink and black matching bra and thong. John sat up in his bed, unbelieving the scene as she neared him. Carmyn reached the foot of his bed and proceeded to crawl on top of John. Shaking in excitement and fear, John's lips moved."We...we can't... I mean, you can't, I can't.." he stuttered.Carmyn just smile...

I don’t yet know why I should be writing this story or I'm not certain,  but to tell you the truth,   I’m comfortable with this.  These facts happened when I was 19 yo. as  I still was attending high school and, ocassionally, used to go to a classmate place and finish my homework there.  It was here  where  I met Mrs. Lozano, my classmate's  step mother and  I instantaneously got gripped by her beauty,  impressed, indeed,...