Hi. I'm Jenny - Middle class, middle aged and from middle England!I've been married to my husband for over twenty years and have two children of University age and older. I suppose am still attractive - on a good day I can still get men's attention. For those who are interested I'm 5'9" tall, dress size 10, shoulder length dark hair and have small boobs (I know you guys want to know all this).I have enjoyed erotic stories for many years and have written and published for over ten years under a number of pseudonyms, mostly male, to keep my secret interest secret. If you read my stories you will see one topic in particular is very close to my heart.However I think now is the time to come clean about myself and publish under my 'real' female nom de plume. I am also branching out into new areas or erotic writing - I hope I can keep up the standard!I appreciate positive feedback and positive crisicism but will not respond to abuse.I'm happy to have lots of friends here too, but if you want to be my friend please send a message too, however brief. It's hard to be friends if you don't talk...I do hope you enjoy my stories.Love Jenny x
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A beam of light falling through a gap in the curtains disturbed my restless, fitful sleep. It hurt! Oh God, it hurt! My head felt as if an elephant was using it as a trampoline; my eyes seemed to be glued shut; my mouth had been used to store old sawdust and as for my tummy… Was it morning? If I could open my eyes, I might find out but they remained stubbornly closed. I raised my fists...
Added 15 Apr 2016 | Category Reluctance
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It took a good half hour of trembling and shaking while Darren cuddled me on the sofa before I felt calm enough to even try and stand up. My whole body and brain were reeling from the shock, pain and pleasure of my first real, penetrative sex. Well, the first I had any memory of. My actual defloration had apparently taken place late the previous evening but I had been too drunk to...
Added 17 Apr 2016 | Category Reluctance
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I’m not entirely sure when my interest in my step daughter Sophie changed from fatherly to sexual; somewhere between her sixteenth and eighteenth birthdays I suspect. It probably happened gradually, without my knowing it rather than striking me one day like a bolt from the blue, but however it happened, by the time she was eighteen I found myself with a serious crush on my wife’s...
Added 12 Mar 2016 | Category Taboo
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Jamie had already gone to work when I dragged myself down to the kitchen and drank the first of many cups of strong coffee before starting my day. My implant was messing with my hormones badly; my face and chest were flushed pink, almost as if, like Sandy, I’d had a morning orgasm. The clinic had been right; no period had materialised since my treatment had started. I was infertile; in...
Added 14 Feb 2016 | Category Wife Lovers
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“And this is my wife Wendy,” my husband Jamie said as a tall, athletic man with short, greying hair turned to greet me. “Hi Wendy, I’m Andy. Pleased to meet you.” The man smiled, extending his hand. I shook it smiling back at my husband’s new Boss, noting the sharp suit, white shirt, highly polished shoes and Mediterranean tan, as if he’d deliberately modelled himself on a cover from...
Added 13 Feb 2016 | Category Wife Lovers
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I sat alone in the corner booth and watched. She swivelled cross-legged on her bar stool, the hem of her short black dress riding up; a tantalising glimpse of lacy stocking-top. I had chosen them for her, and the red heels at the end of her long, shapely legs. Her black lacy panties were perfect too but for now, only she and I knew this. She sat alone at the bar, exuding sex, daring the...
Added 05 Feb 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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“And your answer would be, Miss Mackay?” Professor Hawthorne’s voice brought Gaby to her senses with a jolt. “Wh... what?” “Young lady, there are only four of us in this tutorial. Is it really too much to expect you to remain awake and paying attention? Are the rest of us really so uninteresting?” Shit! Had she really dozed off only four feet away from her Tutor; the man whose...
Added 03 Feb 2016 | Category College Sex
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It was Friday night, a few weeks after I had comprehensively fingered my stepdaughter, Hannah, that extraordinary evening in the hot tub. I had arrived home from work unexpectedly early; my meeting in London having ended sooner than usual and I had been able to catch an earlier train. Haunted by guilt and the fear of exposure, I had been avoiding both my stepdaughter and the tub ever since...
Added 14 Jun 2015 | Category Taboo
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Hannah was twelve when her mother Debbie and I first got together and only two years older when we were married. Her parents had divorced when she was only three and her ‘real’ father now lived in Toronto with his new wife and a gaggle of younger British-Canadian kids. Hannah hadn’t seen him in years. The last time she had gone to stay she had felt so awkward with his new wife clearly...
Added 12 Jun 2015 | Category Taboo
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I slammed my hand on the loudly buzzing alarm clock beside my bed, choking off its insistent drone. Glowing angry-red numbers showed the unearthly hour – six o’clock – but I didn’t care. At long last it was Friday. THE Friday! HE was coming home today. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. Mike was coming home for Christmas. My Mike! My big, beautiful, drop-dead...
Added 05 Jun 2015 | Category College Sex
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