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Her Victorian Bottom Shared: part 2

Henry and Prudence introduce their new companion Lizzie to the delights of bottom sex.

In a pale blue sky, the Winter sun sat looking down over the snow covered landscape of Old London Town and the populace that lived out their day to day lives. The date was the 10th of December 1889 and the oncoming festive season gave rise to an air of eager anticipation despite the hardships of daily living for the majority. Along the banks of the frozen Serpentine, people from all walks...Read On

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The DreAMerS: part 2

A Love story about a boy and the girl from his Dreams.

The girl stood on the shore with her long rustic hair blowing in the onshore breeze as she spread her arm's wide and closed her eyes with the sea lapping around her bare feet. She smiled and breathed deeply of the brisk fresh air as she listened to the sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks in the distance. Behind her, on the beach, the people were enjoying the late afternoon sun as...Read On

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The DreAMerS: part 1

A Love story about a boy and the girl from his Dreams.

There was nothing. Then there was everything. Darkness gave way to light as the Universe gave birth to time and space with the Cosmos expanding out from its beginnings. The girl sat forward and watched through the teardrop window of her little ship as it winked into existence and floated there in the void as those first star systems were formed around her. She glanced at the numbers on...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Rain: part 4

To find and catch a Mermaid.

Someone once said: "It is not the moment itself that matters. What matters is you understand the reason why that moment matters in the first place.." The silver 747 hung silently in the early morning Winter sky before turning slowly in a graceful arc as it connected to its ILS and headed towards a snowbound JFK as I made my way along the Coney Island Boardwalk towards Atlantic Avenue and...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Rain: part 3

From out of the dark she came into the Light.

Part 3. The room quietly echoed to the sounds of city life as I lay there staring up into the fading dark as the world turned and night slipped into the beginnings of the new day. Sleep had been fitful. The constant turning of my mind as random thoughts flared, flickered and faded keeping me awake until the early hours. Night visions dancing in the darkness always bringing me back to the...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Rain: part 2

Everything starts somewhere. A relationship begins..

Part 2. That Monday was a day that lasted forever. It was a day when work was everything and the only thing that mattered was to be there at my desk ready to cover all eventualities and possible outcomes. Everyone was in the same boat and we all had to make sure we were rowing in the same direction. As the sun began to set in late afternoon, it felt as if we'd survived the economic storm...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Rain: part 1

An unconventional relationship from out of the darkness.

  "Hey, stud," said the girl to my left, "How about sharing some of that big old cock of yours with this empty pussy of mine?" I looked across to her at the end of another deep thrust between the sweet thighs of the mewling fuck beneath me as I pounded her well-stretched snatch into the mattress. Instinctively, the younger woman clasped me tighter to her as her long black stockinged...Read On

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This Crazy Little Thing Called SEX: part 5

A day at the beach leads to an erotic moment for Jennifer and Rick

5: Her port in any storm. The tide had turned, with the sea lapping at our bare feet as we walked hand in hand along the shoreline towards the stone jetty, where children played and boats were moored. Rick stopped and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright sun as he looked across the horizon to where the white swell of crashing waves burst upon the rocks off Church Point....Read On

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This Crazy Little Thing Called SEX: part 3

First love, lust and sex at the Sweet Dreams motel.

3: The passion flower. The bus pulled into the college stop and I gathered my things together to get off and head in for the first lesson of the week. It was Monday and the first hint of Autumn was in the air. Despite the bustle of students around me going about their daily routine, I was in a world of my own. Everything seemed different somehow. Everything was different. As if I had...Read On

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This Crazy Little Thing Called SEX: part 2

First love first time once tasted never denied

Part 2. It was Saturday afternoon and I was back scrabbling in my wardrobe with my mom standing outside watching me. "A date?" she asked, surprised. I could tell she was slightly concerned with this sudden change in our routine. I came out grasping a black sparkly top and black pleated skirt. "Do you think I should wear tights?" I asked as I slipped out of my top and jeans. "Or stockings?"...Read On

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This Crazy Little Thing Called SEX: part 1

Hey, did you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world.

1: The heart wants what the heart desires. His penis was the first proper penis I ever saw. We stood opposite each other at the bottom of the bed as I watched him slowly remove the last item of his clothing and nervously stand before me as he clasped his hands self-consciously in front of his unfurling manhood. He stared at the floor for what seemed an age then, breathing deeply, he slowly...Read On

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Her Victorian Bottom Shared: Part 1

The continuing sexual adventures of a lusty Victorian husband and his sexually liberated wife.

In the pale moonlight of an early December dawn, Henry Chambers was deep fucking his panting wife for the third time that night. Prudence lay eagerly beneath her husband as he pummeled her well ploughed furrow with the urgent stabbings of an oncoming spend. His sweat laden face was pressed against her right cheek as she urged him on in their animalistic passion and the need to reach their...Read On

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The DreAMerS: part 5

A love story about a boy, a girl and her Time Machine.

The Universe was coming to an end as the contraction entered its final moments with billions upon billions of stars and planets swept up in the great circular wave that was returning from whence it came. Time and space were shrinking as the small fleet of ships blinked into what was left of reality and floated in the void waiting for the point of no return when everything around them ceased...Read On

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The DreAMerS: part 4

A love story about a Boy, a Girl and Her Time Machine.

I climbed a purple mountain surrounded by a blood red sea chasing after the girl who floated away from me on a warm breeze. She was wearing a silver and gold skin made of small oval-shaped scales with multi-colored feathers spreading winglike under each arm. Laughing, she swooped down to hover above me with those wings slowly wafting back and forth as I stared up at her as I tried to catch...Read On

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The Widow Brannigan: part 1

A young Widows Lessons in Life and Love in rural 1930's America

The watching crows sat cackling in the skeletal trees as a cold October wind blew through the graveyard as Mr. Brannigan was put into the ground and laid to rest. We stood a ways back from the black-veiled widow as she stepped forward and dropped her small posy of flowers onto the coffin as it was lowered then stooped down to grab a handful of dirt and threw it into the grave. My...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Snow: part 4 (End)

Final part in the Blind Girl Rain/Snow series

Everything comes to an end sometime. And when you reach that end it's only natural to look back on what was and had been when everything was new and exciting. Looking back at those moments that changed the course of who you were into who you became. That it was love that did this only makes the remembering of it so much more special. *** Heather sat on the end of the bed and eased...Read On

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The Dreamers: Part 3

A Love story about a boy and the girl from his Dreams.

The Northern night sky slowly rotated above us inside the great astronomical dome of the Magellan Planetarium as the audience sat listening to the astronomer in residence as he talked about all things universal and our place in it. The auditorium was packed for his monthly lecture and I had been lucky enough to get a seat to the rear, and I sat there listening intently as he turned to...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Snow: part 3

Follow up to The Blind Girl in the Rain (read first)

I was sat behind my desk when the call came. "What?" I shouted down the phone, "You mean now?" I jumped up with a mixture of surprise, delight, fear, and anticipation. At that exact moment, Janet walked through the door with one of the pool girls. I stared at her wide-eyed and scared witless. She put a hand to her mouth when she realized what was happening. Dropping everything on the desk,...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Snow: part 2

Follow up to The Blind Girl in the Rain (read first)

Part 2: Rumours and Visions. "There is always someone for each of us they say and you'll be my someone forever and a day. I could search the whole world over until my life is through but I know I'll never find another you. It's a long, long journey so stay by my side. When I walk through the storm you'll be my guide, be my guide. If they gave me a fortune my pleasure would be small and I...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Snow: part 1.

Follow up to The Blind Girl in the Rain (read first)

THE BLIND GIRL IN THE SNOW Part 1. Another December. A different year. "Where is that wife of yours?" Janet hugged herself as she stood waiting next to the carrier on this bitterly cold Friday morning deep in the heart of Winter. Another heavy snowfall had left the landscape covered in shades of white as I turned back to the house with a knowing smile. "You know what she's like," I...Read On

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This Crazy Little Thing Called SEX: part 6

Jennifer and Rick - a love story.

6: The End of Days. That most wonderful of weekends faded into a memory as Monday morning ticked around to signal the beginning of another College week. As usual, I was up and about getting ready and sorting out all the things I needed for the day ahead. Well, sort of. What I mean is, um, not exactly. I was sat on the end of my bed sending Sally a text when my mother appeared in the...Read On

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The Good Guy all the Bad Girls Want: part 6

Three mature ladies and one lucky younger guy living the dream.

6: Pussy galore. For some reason, the final session of the week with all four of us together was to take place at my bungalow; which wasn't the original plan at all. But, well, things, you know, kind of just ended up happening this way. The distractions of the day had passed and the evening belonged to just our little gang of insatiable sexpots. We had arranged to meet up at six as I had...Read On

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The Good Guy all the Bad Girls Want: part 5

Ben and Angie enjoy the stuff that dreams are made of.

5: Angie and Ben. Angie lay on her bed watching as I got dressed. It had gone ten and I was getting ready to head home and get some much-needed rest. "What?" I smiled as I looked at her lying there with her chin resting in her hands. "Oh, nothing," she replied happily, "It's not every day I can say I watched a man putting his clothes back on in my bedroom. Least not for a few years anyway."...Read On

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The Good Guy all the Bad Girls Want: part 4

Sharon teaches Ben all about Anal sex and how to fuck her ass just the way she likes it.

Tuesday. The day after the day before. Autumn had settled in. Nature was preparing for hibernation and the landscape was cast in strewn shades of burnished copper. The air was crisp this morning as I walked along a gravel path that wound its way through the nearby woods. I stood for a moment and breathed deeply of its freshness as I thought back on the previous forty-eight hours that...Read On

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The Good Guy all the Bad Girls Want: part 3

Ruth and Ben have their first sex session together in her bed

Part 3. Ruth and Ben. The four of us sat around Sharon's kitchen table working out our new routine for the coming week. A couple of days had passed since the first session and yesterday had me flat out on my sofa recovering from our little adventure. Angie, as usual, was in charge and taking notes. "Alright," she said, calling us to order, "Here's what I'm thinking. Six days. Monday...Read On

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The Good Guy all the Bad Girls Want: part 2

Learning all about sex with the help of three mature ladies.

Part 2: With age comes grace dressed as wit and worn with experience. The imagination is a wonderful thing. She is a blank canvas upon which you can paint the day dreams that float through your mind. Sexual imagination is the emotion that speaks to each of us in her own intimate way in visions of light and dark. The fantasy we all seek to make real.  I sat naked on the edge of Angie's big...Read On

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The Good Guy all the Bad Girls Want - Part 1

Three mature ladies and one lucky younger guy get to know each other.

Death is not only the mother of beauty as the poem goes but also the mother of opportunity... So it was with the passing of a favorite Aunt who left this mortal realm one damp Autumn morning in October. The mourning days passed as my mother grieved for a beloved sister as her life became fond memories told as stories to those of us left behind. Time waits for no one. Life moves on. And with...Read On

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The Spanking Agency: part 4

The sexy adventures of Molly Malone and her Spanking Agency Girls!

Blimey. There are just some weeks when a hot and horny little sexpot just doesn't know whether they're coming or going. And that was most certainly the case for twenty-eight-year-old Melanie Sykes, one of the Spanking Agency's favorite girls who was making her way towards her next appointment. It was her third that week and even though she was worn out physically, inside she was flying as...Read On

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Merry Christmas to One and All

Sometimes even your most secret wish can come true.

WISH IT COULD BE CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY. Outside the world was white and frosty with the North wind blowing great gusts of snow this way and that depending on its mood. But in a small bungalow way out in the middle of nowhere recently wed Ted and Alice were enjoying their first Christmas morning together opening their presents... Ted opened his last gift to discover a box full of...Read On

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The Spanking Agency: part 3.

The spanking adventures of Molly Malone and her girls at the Agency.

3: Sister Catherine and the Cane. "By Jove," thought Reginald Biggs to himself, "Mrs. Pew doesn't half have a backside on her and no mistake." He put on his best smile as the lady in question came up to him with her world-weary husband in tow. The poor sod. Fancy having to service an old battleaxe like that week in and week out. No wonder he looked like he'd seen better days. He was fifty...Read On

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The Spanking Agency: part 2.

The spanking adventures of Molly Malone and her girls at the Agency.

2: Anal Annie and Her Amazing Anus. "THE LUBE, MR BAXTER," yelped Annie in alarm, "USE MORE LUBE!!" The young woman grabbed the white pillow at each end, scrunched it up, and buried her grimacing face into it as she felt the man wriggling around above and behind her searching for the plastic bottle of green goo. Good grief. This is ridiculous.  That thing was never going to fit inside her...Read On

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The Spanking Agency: part 1.

The spanking adventures of Molly Malone and her girls at the Agency.

1: Bottoms for Hire. Thirty-two Winchester Road sat just off the main bypass heading into the West End of London where small businesses and retailers of all shapes and sizes went about their trade. Today was the 20th of November and a steady drizzle fell from leaden skies as the huddled masses of the grand old city went about their daily routines. Inside number thirty-two, the man and his...Read On

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This Crazy Little Thing Called SEX: part 4

Jennifer continues to explore the limits of her sexuality

4: Dominus Domina. The half moon sat artfully in the night sky, casting its pale light into my room as I lay on my bed, staring up at the shadows it cast. Both my hands were gently stroking either side of my sex as the events of the day fed my imagination and played out over and over in my head as I closed my eyes, breathing deeply of the sensations flowing through me. A stray finger rubbed...Read On

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Her Victorian Bottom Shared: part 3.

A first spanking for Lizzie in her sexual adventures with Henry and Prudence.

In front of a roaring fire that kept the crisp coldness of a December morning at bay, Lizzie turned the page of her special book and continued to read the words of Miss Asher: "It was with a sudden moment of clarity that I found the very thought of bending over a Gentleman's knee quite the most thrilling thing ever. The idea of submitting myself to the firm administration of a...Read On

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Last Train to Spanksville

A short tale of fate, desire, spanking and locomotion.

The Amtrak pulled into the station and announced its arrival with a bellow of compressed steam as it came to a halt and the waiting passengers began to board. Overhead the sky was winter blue and the air was crisp as I picked up my bag and stepped up onto and into the carriage and made my way to a free seat. At that time of the evening, there were few people travelling, so there was only...Read On

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Star Trek: Future Spank

To Boldly Spank Where No Spanker Has Spanked Before...

Somewhere in the 23rd century. Space the final frontier: “Captains Log star-date 424.6 The Enterprise is currently en route to Starbase 12 for some much needed routine maintenance after escorting the Romulan freighter “Ptankar” and its cargo to the eighth moon of the planet G547-T. Once we reach our destination all personnel and their families will be allowed seven solar days shore leave....Read On

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Her Victorian Bottom Thrashed

Husband shows his Victorian wife the delights of erotic sex and spanking.

Her Victorian Bottom Thrashed. Note: Recommend reading "Her Victorian Bottom Plundered" before this follow up story. Part 1. For awakened Prudence, the days had been sexually listless for Henry, her husband, was away on business. The sunlight flickered through the swaying branches of the old oak tree which majestically dominated the farthest reaches of their garden, and...Read On

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Bye Bye Miss American Pie.

When fate calls a man needs to follow where his dreams take him..

It was Friday night and the big city blues were in full swing. Amidst the swirl of alcohol and misty tobacco I was with a few of the (motley) crew from lower south side getting totally blitzed on cheap vodka and snakebites as we sat listening to the sound of rebellion coming from the Fat Larry jukebox. Call me Joe by the way. At last count I'm 25 going on 40. Looks wise I'm tall, dark...Read On

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Those Naughty Spanking Phonecalls.

You never know what sexy adventures an unexpected phone call can lead to...

On Susan Major's desk the telephone rang. She glanced at it with a frown. That was all she needed. Didn't the world and their ape know that she was up to her eyebrows in work and with a  never-ending pile of more work that stretched to the dim and distant horizon to be done? Why is there never a temp around when you need one?  Hopefully, whoever it was would just go away if she ignored it. ...Read On

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Haggling for that Spanking.

Sometimes you have to pay the going rate and for Karen it was a hot and sore bum!!

It was a sunny Saturday during a stiflingly hot summer month and I could tell trouble was a brewing ahead. Beside me Karen, my own dear heart, was sat in the passenger seat, window down, hair blowing in the wind whilst humming and drumming her fingers to the sound of Altered Images telling her to stop talking about this thing called love. Her blue eyes had that steely determined “This...Read On

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Her Victorian Bottom Plundered.

A Victorian Master takes charge of his prim wife with a little help from their scullery maid.

HER VICTORIAN BOTTOM PLUNDERED: In 19th century London, Henry Chambers was a man of note and some means. Left a not inconsiderable estate by his late father, he had speculated wisely in the city and had become a respected authority on the whims and fate of the money markets. Such was his status, his advice was sought from wide and far on all matters related to the pursuit of wealth and...Read On

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When Sex is just never Enough

In a back street bookstore fate came calling with the voice of an angel

It was a warm spring day that found yours truly with a day off from the daily grind idly wandering between the shelves of an old backstreet city bookshop that bore the quaint name of "Books ‘R’ Us ". Wandering just about summed it up. That’s the problem with days off work, you invariably find yourself at a loss, bored rigid and wishing you were really back at work so you wouldn't be bored on...Read On