Over the years I've had back trouble that has bothered me to a lesser or greater degree. Don't ask! Sven the younger broke his back as an idiot teenager. Could have been worse, I guess. If nothing else it makes me aware of what the weather is about to do, but it has caused me grief off and on ever since. During one of the times when it was being more than a passing nuisance, I was willing to try anything, and a friend rec...

In the past one of the more delightful times I had as a younger, perhaps slightly more active man than now, was to end up bedding three members of the same family and then a family friend as well. Even though it sounds like incest, in fact as I wasn't related to them it wasn't. The best thing about it all was that they all knew about the others - so it was the choice of all worlds, no jealousy, no bitching, nothing. I thi...

Dénouement ©Sven the Elder - May ‘15 And so we met, she and I, having talked so long and  only with others present in the past, now it was just we two. Inside the door we gave each other a hug and she sighed contentedly happy to just stand with our arms round each other, savouring the moment. We kissed affectionately. "Coffee?" She asked, but no move away was made. We kissed again, more urgently this time, tongues slippin...

I sleep with my gardener as well. I hadn’t really thought about it much until we moved locally about a mile to our present area. The new garden needed a lot of work and effort put into it to change it from wilderness to respectable. Me, I just like pottering, my wife likes ‘gardening’ as she puts it. The family joke started when, early that spring, I was doing some of the heavy work Jan couldn't manage. It was early eveni...

In the end you could tell my Company Chief was an ex-sales guy. Dammit! At least that's 'my' excuse for why 'I' ended up in the Santa Suit halfway through the Christmas dinner celebrations. Don’t get any wise ideas! I'm not that fat, at least I don't think so,well-upholstered yes, but not fat! So my hair and beard are pretty white these days, I told him straight that was working for him, the bastard! So he had me hooked....

Sven the younger sighed audibly as the old boat slowly came about on the sun-dappled water. Concentration etched his face, he sailed as close to the wind as the boat's ancient rig would allow. The old lug sail was no longer the most efficient of rigs; now, in the light summer breeze that wafted between the islands, its age and weight allowed for little more than sailing too and fro. What was gained on one tack was lost on...

I knew her through the office of course, that and helping her manage and learn to use her computer in the facets of her new job. She was a quiet, slim, slightly mousey woman in her forties. Divorced and now slightly bitter, she was otherwise very ordinary. Not the sort of person you'd look at twice if you passed her in the mall. I was working on her computer’s intermittent connection to the network. We'd had new network c...

I watched her run, her hair in a long pony tail, as it swished in time with her long strides. Long, lithe legs extending in an easy stride. Five minutes before they'd been wrapped round my back. This affair, this zipless fuck, had been going on for almost two years now and I still didn't know her name, still never saw her at any other time and I still didn't know where she lived... o-O-o Springtime on the riverbank. What...

When she hit my life, I was living in Belfast and she blew in like a hurricane. To this day, I'm not quite sure where or how I first saw her, the memory is hazy now. I think I had gone to a friend’s house to borrow something, his latest girlfriend was there and we were introduced. Somehow we left together. We ended up having a drink, then a meal and later that night, for the first time, she shared my bed. She was an insat...

It was an old shop in a new part of town. An anachronism, a dim and musty niche of knick-knacks and old things. I loved the place, I liked the atmosphere, I loved browsing it's shelves and old artifacts. I also liked teasing and flirting with the owner's wife. Her husband was as old and fusty as the shop itself; his wife was, well, unexpected. For a start she was from continental Europe, Dutch, if the accent was anything...

Friendship By Sven the Elder© It was one of 'those' days. A bad hair day to end all bad hair days. Looking at the devastation in his driveway, Michael reflected that at least no one had been close by at the time. They would surely have been killed by the falling chimney. The lightning strike itself had been bad enough. The paramedics called by worried neighbours had been quite reassuring: his hearing would come back compl...

The Widow lived across the road. She didn’t fit the image. She was my age, smart, kept herself trim. She had a pleasant but not overly exciting figure, though it was the sort that left you wondering what it looked like naked. She was vivacious, lively, had a smile which lit everything up but she had never remarried. It didn’t appear to be for want of suitors, there wasn’t a string of men or even a queue to the door. In fa...

I was in a state of shock. Sam, Bill's supposedly staid wife, friends of some fifteen years was sat astride me. She was facing me, a look of lust and pleasure on her face and sinking one very hot, wet, pussy onto my very erect penis. She moaned softly as she took me into her, her dress bunched up and covering our 'joint' situation. The sight of her silhouetted against the bright sunlight of the garden, and the realisation...