Felatio Stories

I was sitting in the conservatory. The spring sun was surprisingly warm, and the conservatory had heated up to the extent that I had the doors open. Earlier when I had collected the laundry, I had opened the upstairs windows to let fresh air blow through. My son Mik’s room had especially needed a blow of fresh air; phew, it ponged. I relaxed back into the chair and sipped at my tea. Nearby a bird was twittering away, a ro...

The supermarket had been busy: too many people pushing trolleys, bashing into me, rubbing against me. And don’t even start me on the body odours. I parked on the drive and quickly hauled my shopping bags into the house. I put the frozen in the freezer, the chilled in the fridge, and left the rest on the work surface. It could wait; I needed a shower. I needed to get the aroma of other people off me. I rushed up to my bedr...