The Stalker – Part 2

"Well a girl should always get what a girl wants. Now who could possibly disagree with that?"

The Stalker (Part 2) – A Masturbatory Interlude   I’m trying to walk away but it’s so difficult. I’m placing one foot in front of the other; toe to heel with perfect 6” gaps, my head is raised and my eyes...

The Stalker – Part 4

"A stiff cock down an alley for breakfast, a mouth full of cum for elevenses ... it's time to get on"

The Stalker (Part 4) – Tag Teamed   I have never been comfortable with the fact that my employer keeps a confidential personnel file on me; it has always felt like a gross invasion of my privacy and the security arrangements to...

The Stalker – Part 5

"Delusion ... Picnicking on the grass with Suzanne Manet."

The Stalker - Part 5    Interlude  There is a picture that hangs in my living room, dominating its surroundings. It is famous and I’m sure it will be familiar to you. It is called “Le Dejuner sur l’Herbe” and was...

Yolanda and the Sprite

"She was transfixed. Kneeling on all fours before him she found herself unable to move"

Cum Girl's Faerie Tales: Yolanda and the Sprite  Author's Note: There is a vanity about faeries and it is their preference to tell tales about themselves. I have narrated this story as I heard it from Yolanda. I hope you...

Blog 4

"Boys are like dogs; all they really need is plenty of exercise ..."

Blog 4: I’m sorry but it has been a while since I’ve found time to update my blog and the main news is that Stephen has become quite a regular visitor to ma maison. In fact it has been so pleasant...

Blog 5

"My dribbling pussy was persistently reminding me that it was the proper place for cock."

Blog 5:   If there is one thing that casts a shadow across the happy playtime that is my amorous dalliance with Stephen, then it is his mother. To be fair, I can appreciate her concern; if you look at our...

Blog 6

"When we left Pippa, she was slouched on her sofa, legs spread wide..."

Blog 6:   Now, where had I got to? Pippa. I don’t know if you remember but when we left Pippa she was slouched on her sofa, legs spread wide, her face the colour of a barely ripe tomato, her breasts heaving and...

Blog 3

"Stephen has a cherry and it needs popping."

Blog 3:   I was hoping to finish telling you the story of Pippa, me and the double ended dildo this evening, but things have moved on apace with little Stephen of the photocopier and I really need to bring you...

Blog 2

"It's a blog ... today it's all about Pippa."

Blog 2  I was really pleased with my first attempt at a blog so after work I dashed round to Pippa's house to show her with a printed copy neatly folded in my handbag. It had, after all, been her idea...