Alison Goes to London: chapter 14 – Butt-Plugs and Fisty-Cunts

"Meanwhile, at the Princess Asshole Hospice…"

 Dr Hildegard Fotzenficker had had a hard couple of weeks. “Fucking overagers, fucking Undesirables, fucking escapees – fuck the whole fucking lot of them!” she grumbled to herself, as she sat at her large oak desk in her office at...

It was years later. I'd married. My body had changed; my desires had not. So there they were. The haughty ones seemed even haughtier, the plump girls slimmer.Then I saw her. She turned to face me. I watched as she folded...

Robert Engle was a single successful guy.  He lived in a spacious townhome.  He dated a sexy, bodacious blonde who loved him.  The only problem with her lately was she wanted to get married.  Her friends were all getting married...