mature stories and histories

I wrote this series five years ago, but I had an idea for a new chapter that covers more details about the brief affair of students Lenore Rojet and Paul D'Amato. Much of this is about Lenore's Aunt Julia, who dramatically intervenes after Paul's first summer break from college. See the entire series starting at Bronx Park East Chapter 01....

It was six weeks before I got the nod to get into the rose garden, so early one Saturday morning, I pitched up with gardening tools, and everything needed to make a rose feel loved and wanted. If you haven't figured it out by now, I must tell you that I love roses. There is something magical about them. I got in and weeded the garden, dug out the dead rose bushes and then I pruned the rest. I was well into the process when a car pulled up in the driveway of the house next door. A woman got out. Thirty somet...

I was new in town in my late 20s. The city was familiar, I had lived there a few years before, but I didn't know many people. I went to one of those coffee shop singles groups organized online to meet new people. It would be nice to get out and meet new friends, and if finding a new friend for play happened, all the better....

I grew up on a small farm. On a hilltop. In The Cotswolds. Our nearest neighbours were about half a mile away, tucked behind a small wood. They were close enough if you needed someone, but far enough away if you didn't. Of course, when I moved to Oxford, all that changed. And when I moved to London, it changed times ten....

All characters in sexual situations are fictional and 18 years of age and older.
His strong left hand firmly held onto me where my waist curved out to my left hip as he caressed my round ass with his other hand, while I was down on all fours in the center of the bed. His sweet voice was praising the beauty of my ass in a way that made me feel so wanted and desired that I hadn't felt in so many years. I let out a soft purr when he gave my ass a playful slap. Then his voice got a bit deeper when he spoke....

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Ashlynn did her best to ignore Ollie, but mid-week he brought her a rose and told her he missed her....

Eugenia stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. Prince Magnus hovered in the background like a rising moon orbiting a planet. He smiled at her. She returned it. Had it really been three months since she had been claimed from her old life and transported to this palace? Her past seemed the echoing of a half-remembered voice. So much had happened in such a short time. She had been altered physically and psychologically, in ways both large and small....

I must be the most inept seducer of women that has ever lived.
Women speak to me, then pull their drawers up to their chins. It is inexplicable. I am reasonably good-looking, educated, successful, full of humor and decent. I am not tall, 5'71/2", which does not help, but that cannot be the entire explanation. Having no sex appeal, I am destined for a life of self-pleasuring....

CHAPTER 4: EXECUTIVE SERVICES SLUT'S FIRST DAY
I woke that Monday morning about as horny as I have ever been and over the past couple days I had attained new levels of horny. Today was the beginning, though ... the real beginning. Yes, I had already done a lot to prove my commitment to being the Executive Services Slut (not the real title). I had submitted to Mr. Bartels, then sucked and fucked both Mr. Bartels, CEO, and Mr. Tillotson, Chairman of the Board. I had submitted to my fraternal twin sons, Mar...

Andrew pulled away from the main road and took the turn that led to his small gated community, and he could feel the weight of yet another hard day taking its toll on him.
Final exams were on the horizon, and Andrew had completely lost track of the amount of time he had sunk into his weekend studies, which wasn't helped in the least by his part-time job at his uncle's auto repair shop. As the weeks dragged along, his workload only continued to accumulate, reaching a point where he had nothing in the way ...

This is my first story ever. There's bound to be some errors and I need to work on the explicit scenes. Advice and revisions are appreciated.
Part 1: The Beach
The sun was already high by the time Dan and Amanda set up their spot on the beach. Dan carried the cooler and chairs with ease, his broad shoulders glinting under the heat. At 30, he still looked like the kind of guy who could be mistaken for an athlete--6'2", lean muscle, effortless posture....

Joyce Carson, RN is a tall woman of 6'. She has warm blue eyes and short blonde hair. She is neither fat nor thin. She is fifty.
She looked over the chart of her newest patient.
JIMMY KERNS
AGE 25 FIREFIGHTER CONCUSSION
MINOR BURN RIGHT SHOULDER
"He's so young Joyce thought."
Joyce looked in on her new charge. He was asleep. She saw a rugged face, short black hair and a muscular build....

Helga was a real woman.
A key question to her therefore was: what to wear on the coming date with Derek?
Over the previous year she had neglected her wardrobe, as she did not go out nor go to parties or receptions.
At the occasional outing to a country fair, she could wear her jeans and shirts....

They say that one of the most stressful events in life is moving house and after my experience of it, I must say it was stressful but also very entertaining which kinda took the sting out of the stress, a bit. OK so I am Tom, twenty something, qualified software engineer, employed with just enough salary to stop me going elsewhere, but not to set out on my own....

[Author's note] This is part 6 of a multipart story I wrote in payment for a bet I lost to a chat friend who was the inspiration for it. Part 5 was the last part that I'd written for my friend. I decided to continue a bit more. I will have at least one more part. In the story, she calls me Uncle Ron though I'm not her uncle. I have been employed by her family for many years and feel much honor from her calling me Uncle. This is my first time submitting a story and I hope you enjoy it. I worked at changing h...

These reunions are always such a fucking waste of time.
For probably the hundredth time in the past hour, I glanced at my watch. The bastard suggested the time was 8:37pm, and not 10:59pm like I desperately hoped.
Why the fuck do we have to have these things anyway? I silently groused. So we can see what our former students are up to after graduating? Big fat fucking deal. They never paid attention to us, now we're supposed to pretend that they missed us, and that we actually meant something to them?...

I woke first, rolled out of bed being careful not to wake her, went into the bathroom, sat and peed not wanting to make any more noise than necessary, washed my hands, rinsed my mouth with her classic Listerine, wondering what marketing genius had allowed something the color of piss to be marketed as mouthwash, rinsed with water, and tiptoed back to bed....

We'd barely unpacked before the weekend started to blur--sun beating down on ballfields, dusty cleats and dugout chatter, endless bracket games with long gaps in between. Three days of hotel breakfasts, folding chairs, and sunscreen-slicked bleachers. I wasn't here for a vacation. I was here for my son. I always am....

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Character descriptions:
Seth Jones:
* first person
* male
* stocky, 6'0
* 28 years old
* dirty blonde hair generally combed up and over to the left
* Green eyes
* Assistant Principal
* Dry humor
* Introvert
* 6" cock
Kim Smith
* The crush
* Female
* Beautiful ????...

The next morning, I was leaving Kathy and Nina's house when I received three text messages in a row. The first was from Joelle.
"I'm free this morning if you'd like to stop by my office?"
I text her back. "Absolutely. I can be there in 20 minutes."
"Perfect. See you then", she responds.
I opened the next message, which was from Grace. "I had a great time yesterday. Can I see you tonight? I also have a friend who wants to meet tomorrow morning if you're free?"...

It was a few years back when I had people that hated me, they came after me and tried to ruin me. They even convinced my folks and my mom and pops that I'm delusional, just making stuff up. Sure I had a set back with the medications, kind of messing with my fertility and erectile function a little bit. Little did they know that despite the hurdles, I just kept making super lovely babies, laying on top of beautiful and fertile women, pumping them full of my sperm and making them pregnant. Surely enough they ...

Some may call what I have, a fetish. I just see it as a logical and practical approach. What am I talking about? Older ladies. Not just older than my thirty five years but old. What do I mean by that? Normally over sixty. Why is this logical and practical? Because I love sex, not just a bit but a lot. The more of it the better. My experiences over the last few years have shown me, that old ladies are grateful for the attention, which they would otherwise not get. Many have a lifetime of experience. A lot ar...

After my evening with Anitha, I was much more at ease. I found I was able to focus on my work better, I slept better and my body was less stressed.
And I thought about going back.
What was she? She was not a kept woman, or a prostitute, or... was she?
Well, yes of course she was a prostitute. I mean, I paid her for her sexual services, didn't I? So I shouldn't be having feelings for her. I can't actually believe that I am special to her. I can't think that she is thinking of me, looking forward to ...

WINSTON AND PRISCILLA, Pt. 2

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is based... loosely... on real events... and wild flights of fantasy. Only the names have changed.
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"When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?" ― Shannon L. Alder...

One thing kept bothering them though. It was a dark cloud hanging over their heads.
Arnold would leave the farm at the end of September to resume his courses at the agricultural university.
They dreaded to talk about it.
Until one day in August Helga took the initiative.
"Harold, we need to talk, you know about what, don't you," she said over diner....

At 6:45 when an exhausted Kenny (a. k. a. Kurt) and smiling Monica were leaving the suite, she told him that she was going to give him the highest possible marks on her evaluation. "Way better than my ex husband, and I am sure better than any of the boys from college before I got married. You were delightful."...

I suppose you would call me a pervert insomuch that even though I am only 25 I have a fetish for being attracted to and needing to play and fuck very old women.
Which is why I volunteered as carer at weekends in a very expensive care home. Sometimes I got lucky but it was very hit and miss.
Anyway when I clocked on one Saturday, the matron called me into her office. "Toby, I won't beat about the bush, but since you have volunteered her I have noticed that you persist in trying to look up our old ladie...

CHAPTER 2: MOMMY SLUT
After barely recovering from the second fucking by him and Mr. Tillotson in his office, Mr. Bartels suggested a celebratory drink and pointed me again to the cabinets on the opposite wall of his expansive corner office. This time I would be joining them. I felt the eyes of both men on my naked body as I walked with more confidence and ease than I ever would have thought possible considering I only met each man in person earlier today. More amazing, I had just an hour or so before su...

Before we go any further here, Ladies and Gentlemen, I need to point out that in this, my latest muse, i've let my imagination 'run riot' as it were. So, if none of the following is blatantly impossible, it is extremely unlikely to have occurred in reality. I mean, at one point i make the suggestion that a professional lawyer puts 'doing the right thing' as more important than making money! AS IF? Please bear this in mind whilst reading, and if you prefer the stories you read to be utterly realistic, it's p...