Tits out Stories

“90’s goth, I like it. Too many of these people are borderline emo looking,” she complimented, sitting next to me at the bar. “Ah yeah, thanks. I just prefer the look I grew up with.” I looked at my pair of Tripps and Anarchy boots. “Same, look.” She stood up, presented herself; black miniskirt, Mary Jane boots, flannel shirt and push-up bra. “You like?” “I do, you kinda look like Jane Lane.” I laughed. “I'll take that as...

Monsters stirred on Devil’s Night. The ivory white of the full moon shone on tombstones as plentiful as pumpkins in a pumpkin patch. The monstrous roar of the Jackal signaled it found its victim for breeding. Bent over the ancient gravestone, Vampire Drusilla moaned her pleasure song. Her lavender dress, clawed away. Her raven hair, wrenched back by the fistful. Tonguing the points of her fangs, Drusilla’s bountiful breas...

We have been so busy these last few months, moving into a new home and settling into new jobs, so Dave just hasn’t gotten around to continuing our story and has asked me to make a start, so here goes. Hopefully, you’ve read ‘Return to Puerto Banus’ and you know that both I and my husband get very turned on when he sees other men admire me. Especially when, shall I say, I am more daring in my mode of dress. Being away from...