My husband was always a good guy, a bread winner who always came through for his family. He was very smart and seemed destined for more than a standard nine-to-five. Thus, it was no surprise when he invented something that he was able to sell and say bye-bye to the grind. The only surprise lay…
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Note: although this can be read as a stand alone story, it works best as a follow on from ‘Kon Tiki’, to which there is a link below. Hope you enjoy. 2: ASYLUM Through the view screen in his private quarters, Major Redford was cursed with a bird’s eye view of the undulating, writhing mountains…
It was Thursday. Why do Thursdays seem to take so long to come around? Maybe because I so look forward to seeing Badger.I helped him a lot on his allotment plot last week and he showed me how to prick out new seedlings in his shed.He showed me how to prepare a box of soil,…
I whimpered against his mouth as he kissed me, his hard cock rubbing against my sensitive clit. “I need you.. now!” I moaned. He chuckled against my lips. “Patience!” he teased, dipping down to kiss and nibble at my neck. I wriggled beneath him, trying to get his cock closer to my wet and waiting…
In some ways, the foreplay had gone on for ages: flirty glances, dirty text messages, suggestive photos. And then today… an “innocent” drink. Touching at every available opportunity, kissing, hand’s sliding up my legs and the moan as you realize I’ve removed my panties… It’s getting late and we should be going our separate ways but the…
I held her securely in my lap above my softened phallus as we sat on the floor beside the bed. The delicate sensation of her lips on my neck and a second set of lips, folds rather, slipping along the length of my shaft caused it to harden. As much as I wanted to have…
I arrived at work with nothing on my mind. I didn’t care what wasn’t done from the night before, because whatever I discovered once I was there easily could be taken care of. As it turns out, one of the young women who work the registers called out. “Can you call someone in?” my boss…
Embrace the Dark, My Beloved: Part One by Brindle Chase At last the annoying claxon ceased its shrieking blare. I assumed another nocturnal beast had tripped our perimeter alarm. It was a weekly occurrence I had become used to. That horrific noise definitely needed to be replaced with something less nerve grinding. Across the vast…
The canteen filled with the hustle and bustle of sagging figures, broken thoughts and repressed relationships. Bog-standard nourishment was supplied and tables were monitored closely; we weren’t allowed to fraternise or talk about any subject they deemed as prohibited. I picked at my shepherds pie just hoping that one day they’ll listen to me when…
