"Lady Emma finds release for her lust in two park rangers."
Death of the JaguarThe sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the desolate road that stretched endlessly before Lady Emma and Baron Alexander John of Whiousqmoran. Their vintage car, a once proud and gleaming symbol...
"Margaret Becomes A Woman"
Finally. We were finally able to hire a student intern at the public library at which I am a referencelibrarian. A recent renovation project had required us to place thousands of books in basement storage. Now that the renovation was...
"A young woman learns the joy of disciplining her maid."
Patience came swirling in, her green gown billowing out as she spun from foot to foot. With her arms around an imaginary partner, Patience circled each table and chair as she danced across the room. Patience’s humming of the last...
"Appearances can certainly be deceiving."
Washing the muck and grime from my hands, I was feeling pretty good about myself. A man had brought a car into the garage, saying his gearbox had gone to the shitter and he could get only two of the five...
"love recalled"
Love? Oh, yes.Don’t count the years.Count all the good things.Memories, flash like cometsFired from some ethereal cannon.No need to light a magic fuse.Just seeing my lady in her armchairLovely lips smiling ‘neath silvered hair,A smile, that draws me backA long-gone seventy-two...
"They're not so untouchable as you think ..."
Central to the debate on the importance of Mrs. Brassington’s suspenders in her ability to make me hard was a rattle-trap thigh-slap black-lace strap that progressed in sequence almost faster than I could pump myself off.I love an angry woman....
She had quite an appetiteA strong sexual desireOrgasms were her delightShe'd fuck like she was on fireShe'd please her menBy giving them oral pleasureThey'd fuck in her denBeing with her was an adventureShe liked to tease their dicksLicking and kissing...
"First attempt after a long absence from this sort of writing."
Astari– Part One Everything hurt as Matthew de Lacey was making his way back to his tent. His arms and legs were aching, his head hurt even more where the mace had struck his helm and his pride hurt most...
After my encounter on the train, life descended back to the boring, crushing experience of the daily commute to London. There has to be more to life than just work, travel and sleep, I thought. I was young and in...
