Thirty-nine years old 1519 Master’s dead. Master’s dead! I still can’t believe it’s true. My stomach knots and coils while I drag myself along the winding, hidden passageways leading to his workshop within the bowels of the monastery. I steady myself before opening the door, thinking about the way I’d left him. Regret tugs at my heart. Once inside, I slowly walk around the room. Everything is still as I remembered, yet it...

San Francisco, October 31st. 1941. Just when it seemed that the night had been a waste of time, HE walked into the club. The hour was close to midnight as Lucy stubbed out her seventh cigarette of the evening and put her holder away in her clutch. He had a handsome enough face and looked to be about two hundred pounds, give or take. She had studied all the single men who had come and gone for the last three hours and had...

** All characters in this story are 16+ and all actions are consensual **  It was probably an understatement to say that I was very pleased with myself following the deep ass-plowing that I had subjected Lilly to a few days earlier. In fact I couldn't help but feel proud that Lilly's first ass fuck had clearly impacted her, after seeing her walk down the street yesterday in a way that suggested her tiny hole was a little...

As Carol was leading John and me to the bedroom by our cocks, I once again found myself dazed, confused, and extremely horny.  I was amazed that I had any sexual stamina left in me, and I was thrilled by the thought of what might be left for us to try.  When we got to the bed I pulled Carol to me for a burning hot kiss.  She was moaning into my mouth.  As I was kissing her John moved so that he was behind her.  Carol turn...

Vienna, 6th August 1900 My Dearest Kathi, Kindest thanks for your moving lines from 20th July. They were highly stimulating and have been a great comfort to me on more than one lonely night. Please forgive the lateness of my reply but it is only today that I have sufficiently recuperated from the events which I will now endeavour to put down on paper for your enjoyment. It will scarcely come as a surprise to you to learn...

It was an unusually warm spring day in Pittsburgh, temperature in the mid seventies and a touch of humidity. Richie was sitting out on the locking dock in the rear of the apartment building where he lived and worked. He was tired and sweaty, his blue Dickie's work clothes felt like they were glued to him.He wiped his face again with a grimy paint stained towel he had draped around his neck. Then he raised the can of beer...

Theodore F Walker was back in Vienna. Passers-by would have seen a slim man in his early fifties strolling in the early spring evening, apparently with no fixed objective. In that they would have been mistaken. Theo was early for his appointment by design: it gave him time to make a small detour. At the narrow entrance to Auergasse he paused briefly. The door to Number Seventeen was hidden from view beyond a shallow bend....