Often it is what is already inside the head that makes the difference.
She told me once, as she wiped my cum from her chin, that when she was first married (and was as unhappy as she would ever..
The Teacher.
Seeing my discomfort the woman I knew only as The Teacher got down onto her knees and pressed her mouth against me. She audibly breathed in the scent of my arousal, sighed and..
Like a long red flame her tongue flickered until it almost tipped the fat wet end of my cock. I could feel the intense heat of her breath as it wrapped itself around the full length of my shaft. ..
14 commentsTrussed up, and secured to the wooden bench (knees to elbow, wrists to neck-collar, ankles bound), Mrs T pants even more rapidly now as I slowly introduce the cold steel plug into her well lubricated..
30 commentsIt is Sunday, and after church (which she still attends… religiously), Ms L calls around and asks if she might be allowed to suck my cock for a while. (She is quite shameless about such things these..
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I made myself a cup of coffee, and sat in the garden for twenty minutes or so - even though i knew how anxious Mrs T would be for my return. The sun was low and the long shadows were slant across..
Mrs T, almost plump, and certainly… voluptuous, took up the weight of her breasts in her hands so that she could ‘bathe’ her generous nipples in the formed pool of precum on the tip of my cock. ..
7 commentsLooking out towards the sea I am reminded of the first time that I spoke to Ms C. I know her so well now, and so intimately, that it is almost impossible to believe that not so long ago we were..
49 commentsMs L presents herself (as instructed) in her normal office clothes. As an accounts manager she is expected to dress well, and in a manner that reflects her professional standing. She is wearing a..
14 commentsThis 'story is related to an earlier blog: Ms C sucks a strangers cock - published nov.29 - might be useful to read that one first.)
Ms C writes once a week. Most of the time she has little to say:..
There are only two obsessions available in this village: the sea... and women. The sea by its overwhelming presence. And women by their absence.
I spend the morning preparing for tomorrows..
Before beginning her training she had not tasted cum - not once in twenty-three years of marriage. She tells me that she was not even curious. The scent of it, musk and earthy, and even the..
May 2014
On the main street of the village they are break down the ribs of the old fishing boat that the storms had tossed up out of the bay. Beyond the long shadows of ship's bones, I watch Ms L as..
September 2013
Here, in this place, and at this time, there is only the lull of the waves - barely breaking on the slight tide – and making no impact at all on the settled calm of this unsettling..
Sometimes it is relentless.
Ms T was already cumming as I pressed that cold-steel anal-hook into her. No time to gasp… or tremble… or protest her innocence. Her hair was in my fist. I pulled..
Miss L stared at her toes of her flat brown brogues, and did not look up when I opened the door.
“I think that I might be a little… early,” she mumbled.
She did not look like a woman who mumbled..
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Mrs D looked a little nervous as she entered the kitchen at last.
“There was something you wanted to tell me”
“Yes…” she said, though she didn’t sound entirely sure.
Showered,..
When Mrs D had climaxed for the fourth time, I lowered her legs, loosened the knots around her ankles, and suggested that she might like to shower before we spoke. I would normally have insisted..
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Eventually I relented, and one Tuesday afternoon towards the end of August, I ejaculated into the mouth of Christine H. At almost the same moment - I was later to discover - my Uncle R was..
Shortly after Ms C left the village - to tend to her dying mother in Berkshire - she began to send me photographs of her cunt. Though explicit they do not appear to have been taken purely for the..
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