Vintage Stories

I wore a retro forties style dress complete with traditional stockings and suspenders. Alain a vintage suit, double-breasted with wide lapels and a Fedora hat. Deep into the poppy field with its mass of crimson colour, we stopped at a fallen tree and I lifted my skirts and leaned forward. Slowly he eased my French cut knickers down, the breeze caressing my moist lips. I felt his heat and smelt his musk as he lined his coc...

When getting smutty in the literaturethe Victorians had the right ideain keeping core principles simple;no need to conjure a headache, just put downa pink slit and move on to the gent,a quick prick penning working as goodas any; scribble in the bushy thatchesand then get those petticoats out of the wayfor grapples lusty and the dance of the lance,and someone's bottom better be burningin passion, stoking motions sure to sp...

I rolled out my polka-dotted towel onto the sun heated sand and stretched out, basking under the sun. I flicked my sunglasses over my face and hummed along to the Beach Boys’ “California Girls” blasting from the stereo. I opened my eyes and leaned over when I heard rustling beside me. I watched as Georgia had also laid out her towel and laid down. “Hi Georgia.” Georgia leaned over. “Hi, Stacey.” The both of us leaned back...

Dublin, Thursday 7 January 1892 - The Funeral The sleet was coating the ground in a soaking cold grey slush that mirrored the sullen grey of the sky. Marie stood silently as the last couple of scoundrels muttered some half-hearted attempts at consolation and shuffled of to find a pub; somewhere to drown whatever conscience remained. Marie looked down at the coffin in the grave and thought to herself "Well, Edward Patrick...

When guests had arrived at Matt and Linda's wedding they arrived up the long, sweeping gravel drive of a magnificent country mansion. Ancient oak trees lined the approach and as the road broadened to a gravel flat upon which horse-drawn carriages had trotted for centuries, the finest example of pre-Victorian country mansions came in to full view. What a place for a wedding.The spectacular venue made it even more surprisin...

All stories in this series are enirely fiction.This story is part of a series beginning with “Caught by My Daughter” followed by “My Wife Finds Out” then “Sherri and Me”. The whole thing makes more sense if read in that order.“Shall we go?” I asked Sherri. “I will tell you about it on the way.”Once we were in the car, I explained that we were going out of town, so as not to be discovered. Our first stop was going to be at...