mature stories and histories

I enjoyed writing about Jamie so much I thought I'd bring him back for some more British kinky fuckery. Hope you enjoy!
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I shagged Ms Richardson last night. My English teacher from Eton. In Singapore, of all places. Still can't quite believe it happened!
Six months into Dad's 'Asian interests' job that I'd somehow inherited (along with his wife and maid, if we're being technical about it), and Singapore had become less an exotic posting and more just... life. A sweaty, morally flexible life, but...

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All participants in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen.
This is the fourth chapter in a five part series. It is the follow-up series to Mrs. Mandalucci, but is also a stand-alone series in every way. The tone of this series is more raunchy than romantic. Not just anal, but lesbian interactions, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes may all occur. A total sexfest. If that's your sort of thing, then have a read and enjoy the ride....

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All participants in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen.
This is the third chapter in a five part series which will all be released quickly. It is the follow-up series to Mrs. Mandalucci, but is also a stand-alone series in every way. Its tone is more raunchy than romantic. Not just anal, but lesbian interactions, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes may all occur. A total sexfest. If that's your sort of thing, then have a read and enjoy the r...

Last time: My cleaner made me an offer it would be churlish to refuse... now we are older dom and young sub
I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face and stretched. It instantly turned to a gasp when the stretch put my right calf into spasm.
"Shit! Bollocks!" I hopped around the room for a few seconds. Gradually, the cramp eased off and I sat on the bed. I grinned at my memories of the day before....

The "Meet the Girls" is meant to be a very short, smut story to show the character. The females in these stories are the same characters in the series "College Stuff". These stories follow the characters in College Stuff where the main character Mack never went to college (and so never met). The stories take place roughly adjacent to the time they were introduced into the story in "College Stuff". I hope these short stories give insight to the characters personality and wants....

I spent almost the full next day wondering if I should demand some sort of an answer from Matthew.
Rationally, I knew he hadn't done anything more than being horribly disrespectful to his wife. We had barely even touched each other platonically, let alone kissed or done anything worse.
But there was a deep level of hurt that I was struggling to ignore. I had felt a genuine connection and I thought he'd felt the same. It sounded ridiculous. I had met men before who had faked an emotional connection to ...

Bob opened his eyes and looked at the clock which said it was 1:00 am. He was alone in the bed and wondered if he had dreamt about Candy. Then he heard the shower and he heard Candy humming. The shower stopped and after a few minutes the door opened and out stepped Candy naked still drying her hair with the towel....

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
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Growing up, I didn't have friends. As a child, I was chubby, liked reading books, and listening to classical music. Not being handsome or manly and not liking sports were a no-no, so no guy wanted to be seen with me. I wasn't rich or an excellent student, so I was doomed. I accepted my fate, and learned to org...

After the divorce, I didn't fall apart. I didn't scream or throw anything. I didn't sob into a friend's lap while she whispered that I deserved better. I just sat at the edge of the bathtub in a pair of sweatpants I hadn't washed in three days and stared at my reflection like I didn't recognize it.
I was twenty-four years old. My son was four. And I had finally admitted out loud what I had been swallowing for years....

It was a meet in London that was our next time together after I had been away for a few months. Our initial thoughts were for a meeting in Germany but that did not work out. So I arrived back from Germany to Stansted Airport and took the train to Liverpool St station to meet Margaret in London. Our plan was for a weekend alone together as an anonymous couple in a big city....

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All participants in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen.
This is the second chapter in a five part series which will all be released quickly. It is the follow-up series to Mrs. Mandalucci, but is also a stand-alone series in every way. The tone of this series is more raunchy than romantic. Not just anal, but lesbian interactions, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes may all occur. A total sexfest. If that's your sort of thing, then have a read...

"Barb, please cancel my afternoon appointments." Jason told his assistant as he headed out the office door.
Jason was horny and knew his wife would not do what " Cheyenne" could do for him.
Cheyenne, is an escort from the Seattle area, he found her ad in a local newspaper while he was on a lunch break a few days earlier. He got aroused just by her picture....

We decided that the easiest spot for us to initiate the young man was the apartment where we met.
It was a matter of how to lure Julien to the apartment and then, how to seduce him.
Françoise was confident that once she could lay her hands on him, she would be able to handle the situation.
Indeed, we knew from Martha, his mother, that Julien had a crush on her....

You've heard about nudist beaches but what about a beach for horny pensioners! Like you I would not have believed it but it does exist. Situated in a tiny coastal town it is privately owned by Hazel and Doug a delightful elderly couple, who are also joint owners of the adjacent 'Periwinkle' boutique hotel....

The continuing story of my previous wife and a fun night of her choosing. After my previous wife had agreed to me letting her be used by strangers she decided that she would like to control the night for herself. The topic was brought up over breakfast and was a complete surprise to me but sounded very exciting. The plan was for us to go out and she would choose a guy that she wanted to take home for the night. The chosen night soon arrived and my wife dressed as sexy as I had ever seen her. She was wearing...

Paradise Lost-
But not Forgotten
With a few strokes of the keyboard and a stab at the enter key, the real world around me fades into nothingness.
I open my weary eyes and look around. A feeling of sorrow begins to set in. It's all the same as I remembered it... imagined it... but yet... different. Before, there was a sense of anticipation and wonder at what I might discover on my visits here. This land of illusion and make believe. A place where wishes, dreams and fantasies coalesced into a reality...

Bob wasn't as young as he used to be. At 65 he couldn't drive as many hours as he used to so he was looking for a hotel to get some sleep before continuing his trip back home. He had visited a friend who lived across the country and was returning home. He saw something up ahead as the sun began to drop behind the mountains in the distance. As he got closer he saw someone walking down the side of the road. As he passed by he realized that it was a young woman and it would be dark soon....

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All participants in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen.
This is the first in a five part series which will all be released quickly. It is the follow-up series to Mrs. Mandalucci, but is also a stand-alone series in every way. The tone of this series is more raunchy than romantic. Not just anal, but lesbian interactions, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes may all occur. A total sexfest. If that's your sort of thing, then have a read and enjo...

This is the introductory story to a much larger universe of stories.
Tucked off a forgotten highway in the deep, humid South, the Neon Palms exists in a kind of permanent twilight. The air hangs heavy, the bugs keep their own time, and the sun never quite rises. Travelers don't end up here by accident. They come carrying secrets, regrets, and desires they can't outrun....

Author's Note: Welcome to the second part of Dana Darling, the woman whose porn adventures are only equaled by some of her off set misadventures. Keep reading for more of each. LC
Dana left her small dressing room wearing a simple but cute red sundress, with nothing beneath it but a red lace thong. She was barefoot because she was supposed to be hanging around at home but had been tipped off by Carla in wardrobe that Heather had a thing for women's feet....

I can't believe this just happened. I just got out of the shower and am now in my bed, replaying the last few hours of tonight. This feels like a dream, It was not supposed to happen, and if a certain someone finds out, all hell would most certainly break loose.
I had just gotten my heart broken. My boyfriend was cheating on me and he was trying to play it off. After I broke up with him, I was at the bus stop crying my eyes out wondering why this had to happen. And that's when he showed up. My brother's ...

Luke's hand was still on my hip, slow strokes under the water like he didn't want to break whatever spell we were under. Tyler sat across the tub, chest rising and falling, still watching me with that look--half wrecked, half ready to go again.
I didn't say anything. I couldn't yet. My head was buzzing and my body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together. Every part of me still tingled....

The coastal breeze was softer in the mornings, when the sun had only just begun to warm the pale wooden siding of the beachside homes. Her house sat proudly at the top of the hill, the guest house nestled just below, separated by a winding path lined with hydrangeas and crushed seashell gravel. It had been her sanctuary for years, but after the divorce, it felt too quiet. Too big. Renting the guest house for the summer had seemed like the right kind of distraction....

I had a dream where I was laying on my back, my hands tied to the bedposts in the hotel room.   I was watching you, dressed in that sexy red negligee, thigh high white stockings and heels, bending over me to loose my belt, slowly unzipping my fly, hands moving inside to release my hardness.   You leaned over, took me in your mouth and I felt my head, your tongue wrapped around me ... hard as a rock before pulling back, the cool air on me washing across the wetness you left!  ...

The Royal Inn
The leather of the steering wheel creaked under my white-knuckled grip.
One town over, huh?
Fuck, that's all the distance I could put between my life and the bomb Murphy had just detonated in the middle of it just yesterday after my ten-year-old son, Liam's, voice had been a cattle prod to my system from the bottom of the stairs with 'Mom? I'm home!'...

For months before their holiday to Benidorm, neither Caroline of Dianne had had sex.
For weeks after their return from Benidorm, the two middle aged women's conversation would frequently turn to their sexual adventures, with the student's they had met abroad. This usually resulted in one or both of them, later at night, re-living and relieving themselves, masturbating whilst visualising the memory. That holiday had reawakened their sexual appetites....

It was the last Friday before Memorial Day, and I was an hour late getting away from work. A new project was starting the next Tuesday, and a lot of last-minute bullshit to cope with. The problem with being in charge of the company is I had to stay until it was all done. When I got on the highway, rush-hour was over but enough Friday night pre-party traffic to make it interesting....

My name is Brian and i met my wife 24 years ago at a party and almost instantly hooked up and started dating. Three years later we where married and bought a house closer to her mum.
Her mum was called Sandra and was nearly 70 years old, about 5ft 4in, white hair, had a bit of spare weight on and she had massive tits. Technically she was your typical older woman....

Chapter 9 is here. In September 1974, Paul is dating fellow student Lenore, but her aunt has also started an affair with him.
The City College School of Business later became an independent unit in the City University system called Baruch College.
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That September was a very eventful time for me, at least regarding the increasing number of women in my life. My first encounter with Aunt Julia was on a Tuesday. That Friday, she called me at my house....

It was weird, waking up in someone else's bed for the second morning in a row.
I laid there for a while, unmoving, staring at the ceiling while the early light crept in through the guest room blinds. My body was already buzzing, thick with heat. My cock was hard. Unreasonably hard. It ached under the blanket, throbbing with the same pulsing tension I'd fallen asleep with....