"The moment he realised his little girl wasn't so innocent"
It was a cold Saturday morning, like every other winter morning in Tasmania. It was gloomy, with dark clouds rolling overhead preparing to bucket down rain on the town below. The wind was no worse, branches swaying in the cold...
"Sometimes She Never Shuts Up"
"Stop it.""Stop what, I'm not doing anything.""Yes you are. You're doing that clenching, curling, clinging thing you do when you're displeased. So, please, stop doing it.""Hurumph.""And sulking isn't going to help. We're going to be here awhile so why don't...
""Everyone has problems. I do my best to help.""
Hello sweeties.Now I've always made it a rule in life not to talk about myself. I'm very much of the opinion that celebrities should be ethereal gods and goddesses and that nobody wants to know about your genital warts or...
"The concluding chapter...."
(Story Continued from chapter 13).“Come back soon,” the two waiters said as we left the restaurant.Their warm reaction made us both smile and I thought, next time we eat there we get not only extra good service but also the...
"An on-line fantasy relationship becomes a reality surprise."
Finally, they would meet face to face after a lengthy online introduction and developing relationship. Following her instructions, he was driving his BMW through the winding country lanes towards her cottage that she described as her getaway. The spring sunshine...
"A cum loving daughter and mother can’t get enough."
It's so serene up here, almost in the clouds, looking out over the Thames from this high-rise city flat. I’ve pulled the white leather sofa to the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window and all I can see are the twinkling...
"How much fun can a mother and son have – too much?"
You can’t imagine how much my life has changed in the last six months. I’ve progressed from being a spotty seventeen-year-old shy teenager to rampant sexual beast, but then, I have my mother to thank for that.Sex has been, more...
"Or how to make your work day that bit more interesting."
The Stalker – Part 3 I don’t think I’ve spent many happier mornings at work. I slump unseen behind the ‘privacy screen’ at my workstation and although my computer screen flickers before me, all my eyes can see is his pulsing,...