Once upon a time there lived four princesses. "Welcome, ladies," said Princess Isabella, kissing Princess Snowie and Princess Cindy on their pristinely made-up faces. The ladies took their seats as Mrs. Potts scurried about, pouring their tea. Isabella was dressed in a lovely yellow dress, appropriately hiding her curves with her brown hair pulled back in a yellow satin ribbon. Snowie wore a more colorful dress of yellow,...

I have A Room With A View though this is no Merchant Ivory production; no Helena Bonham-Carter, no Daniel Day-Lewis, neither Judi Dench nor Maggie Smith, not even Denholm Elliott or Julian Sands. No, mine is far more Hitchcockian, more Rear Window with me as both Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly; all cocktail dresses, taffeta and décolletage and an itch that I never seem quite able to scratch.I am a curtain twitcher. A busy...

For the next hour, I watched Kyra and Ally touch, fondle and kiss each other in every way possible.  I had always liked watching two women in porn movies but, in real life, it was even better than I could have imagined. I seriously lost count of how many orgasms each of them had. I was hoping they wouldn’t wear themselves out before I could possibly get another turn.  If, I did get a turn at them both.  This was supposed...

"Shhh!" they interrupt. "We just unscrooged our last grumpy geezer and wanna have some fun." "Ummm, okay." "We wanna fuck," giggles past and present ghosts. "And I'm gonna tap that ass, bitch," boasts future ghost, flashing her strap-on. "What?" I gulp. "Yeah, 'future you' goes there." The ghosts toss me onto my back. Present ghost's cookie-scented twat smothers me. Past ghost rides me reverse cowgirl while frenching futu...

Joy loved being the submissive. Her body craved the attention that Sharon and I gave it like it was necessary to survive. It's not like she didn't enjoy our bodies, too, just that she loved being used. We were each sucking, slurping, nibbling, and scraping her cock-like nipples. Cock-like because they grew to over an inch long with a bulbous head if teased properly. In the process of getting them that hard, Joy would have...

The harsh chords of Motorhead’s Ace of Spades pierced the air as the lone occupant of the house sang along. A hard knocking somehow made it through Lemmy’s gravelly vocals and brought a halt to the single woman concert that had taken over the living room. “Hold on!” the occupant shouted while lowering the volume and shuffling over to the door wearing yellow ankle socks, pink booty shorts – white draw-strings tied in a bow...

The year I graduated from a school in 1987, I started working at the hospital full time. I was born in 1969, and the Woodstock gen was my parents; I grew up to excellent music, the smell of some pot and incense, and pretty loose morals. There were disciplines out there I follow. I believed in some; I do not believe in others. Dad is a mechanical engineer. Mom called him "your smart mother fucker", mom was always kissing d...

It was the early morning of Oct 25, 2020, a perfect day for a birthday hike. I, Actaeon, started to walk along the trail through the sunlit mist. The brush was profuse, yet I frequently saw deer and fox roving through the forest. As I passed deeper into the thickets, I saw an abundant amount of rabbits, squirrels, and raccoons as well. After several hours, the path narrowed and I was funneled along into a clearing. A toll...