On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a horny, soaking wet pussy. On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two nipple clamps, and a horny, soaking wet pussy. On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three French kisses, Two nipple clamps, And a horny, soaking wet pussy. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Four Humming birds, Three French kisses, Two nipple c...

Halloween, when ghosts and ghoulies abound Or Succubi and zombies prowl We drink and dance and sing Dress up as werewolves that howl A vampire in fishnets and heels Friend as a cop or a crook The eve of revelry and fun And if you’re lucky, a suck or a fuck Run with a horny devil Escape with an eager beaver Make out with a moist princess In the hope of a sexual diva Cannibals that eat only pussy Rodeo girls that love to bu...

It was possible that if it had been sixty seconds earlier, Mel wouldn’t have heard the familiar cackle/laugh of Vanessa through the open window. She had been somewhat distracted! She let the curtain fall closed and wondered. She hadn’t actually seen Vanessa but she had seen her daughter, Michaela dragging Paul up along the path next door. It also hadn’t slipped her attention that her daughter had borrowed one of her dress...

Nessie nibbled her bottom lip. She looked at me and then back at Kay. “He’s not blood,” she stated. The room was deadly silent. Each of us held our drinks in our hands and looked from one to the other and back again. I had a random thought of the final gunfight in the Sergio Leone trilogy. We aren’t blood I thought and what blood I had ran into my shaft and I would swear the cushion on my lap shifted. **** Oh fuck, why do...

It was odd the way some things all at once were strange and familiar. Of course, it was simply that I hadn’t been back to my hometown all that much in the past two years and only the summers and Christmas for the three before that. I was on my way to becoming an architect, following in my father’s footsteps and five years in, two to go, I had a choice. I could drop out now and simply be qualified as a structural designer/...

Mel gripped my hand tightly as she whispered, “It’s big.” “It is a good size, fits very nicely,” I agreed. I knelt down, bringing her with me as we looked at the thing we needed. “Can we? Should we? Well, you can of course, I guess, but should I?” she asked nervously. “Of course, you should if you want to,” I answered. “But, won’t…” she said, pointing. “Not in the slightest!” I reassured her, “He's a heavy sleeper, but al...

“Anything?” she whispered before looking up at me, “You said I could ask anything?” “I did,” I answered simply. “Di… did you really mean that Allie?” she asked hesitantly. I nodded, “Yes, yes I did!” For the first time, I watched Mel’s tongue peek out between her lips. She took a deep breath and dropped her eyes once again. “Can I watch?” I already knew the answer. It had been a glimmer in my head when I had knocked on th...

It seems to me that life is simply about timing and decisions. There’s good and bad, and only in hindsight can you be sure which is which. Good can turn out bad, and sometimes what you thought was extremely bad can turn out good, and then much later on… **** It had seemed like an age since Michael and I had been allowed to be adults and, to be honest, we were behaving like teenagers! It was his younger sister’s wedding, a...

I pressed the intercom just after nine p.m. and within thirty seconds the gate slid back and I drove up the driveway. I knew of course that the camera above the intercom had clearly shown my face and my aunt was expecting me. What it didn’t show was how wet my panties were or the hidden surprises I had in store for her. This would be the first time that the two of us would spend an entire night together as Uncle Frank was...

Emma stood in front of the cafetière in a towelling robe waiting for the freshly ground beans to percolate through the hot water. Her face was stern as it usually was on Sunday mornings as she considered her husband. It was odd. When they had first met at her best friend, Liz’s wedding she had been the religious one; she’d even confessed at church the following week, the fact that she had allowed him to seduce her that ev...

“Cute”, how I hate that word! She always used it even though there were only fifteen months between us. Far better than my sister’s ‘squirt’. **** The evening when I had headed for the bathroom for a call of nature (which meant passing my sister’s bedroom) and Liz had stepped out headed in the same direction, without a top had almost caused me to explode there and then. She had been wearing jeans, tight jeans which hugged...

I was so engrossed in the latest edition of Cosmo, I hadn’t realized Liz had returned to the room. Cosmopolitan, the “how-to” manual of being a Woman for my generation, even though in the back of my mind I realized the adverts generally outnumbered the articles, often by as much as two to one. Of course, all the models looked perfect! The music changed on the radio and I pulled my gaze away from the sheer top the model wa...

It’s difficult being a single parent. Doubly so, as a man with a daughter though I suspect the same can be said of the opposite! I can’t blame my wife for leaving even if I did at first. I was the one who wanted kids and yet was a workaholic. I’d ignored my wife’s career and failed to support her, at least in regard to emotional support and time. It was hardly a surprise; the signs had been there along with the actual arg...

I was shaking as I stood looking out the kitchen window, a freshly poured glass of wine in my hand as I heard the soft footsteps behind me. “Did you enjoy the show, Mrs T?” the quiet voice said as she entered the room. “Wh… what?” I stuttered as I turned to see Julia, my son’s girlfriend, enter the room dressed in one of his rugby shirts. On her diminutive frame it was almost a dress. “The show… what was it you went to se...

She raised her head and looked up into her father’s eyes looking back at her. The confidence and manipulation she’d been exuding wavered for a moment even as she stepped forward, her left hand almost unconsciously slipping into her soaking underwear as the other raised up and cupped her breast. “Show me,” she whispered nervously,” Daddy… please… show me.” Her finger just crested the upper edge of her slit as his hands sli...